Frustrating, but he tries to stay calm.

Holy crap, I'm her boyfriend. It worked, we're together again, more together than we were before. And this time it's real, she's not with me by default, she loves me. This will work. This is working.

We pull into the driveway of a house, which I assume is Krystina's. I've never been here before because we always had to sneak around. I've never been here before, right?

As Krys turns off the car I say, “So, about meeting your mother...”

She leans over and kisses me. I literally lose my breath as lips softer than I remember touch mine. She pulls back and says, “Relax, it'll be okay. Compliment her on how nice her house looks. She loves that.”

Her smiles reassures me. Looking into Krys's incredible green eyes is an intense experience. They're gorgeous, and she has that same mischievous look that I remember.

Krys reaches out and quickly unsnaps the button on my pants.

“What are you doing?”

She just grins. So fast I don't know how she did it, she has my pants unzipped and my cock is out. She's jacking me off as hard as she can.

“Krys! What are you doing?!”

She laughs and stares into my eyes. She says, “I'm getting your mind off my parents!”

I get hard instantly.

Then she drops my cock and says, “Come on, let's go!” She's out of the car before I even focus my eyes.

I stuff my stiff cock back in my pants, painfully, and rush out to catch up with her. As soon as I'm beside her she grabs my hand and opens the front door.

“Mom! Dad! I'm home!”

Mr. Ito walks into the living room. “Hi, Honey!” Then he looks at me and his face sours. “Hello, Devin.”

“Hello, Mr. Ito.” I stare into his eyes as hard as I can, desperately hoping that he doesn't look down and notice what's happening in my pants. “You have a lovely home.”

“Hnn,” he grunts. He turns around and leads us into the small dining room.

The house really isn't very big, it might be the same size as the tiny place I'm sharing with the guys. The decor is pretty nice, but there's nothing particularly fancy or expensive looking.

Mrs. Ito carries a pot into the dining room. She's not an attractive women. She looks a lot like Krys did originally, except she's pushing fifty.

Mrs. Ito puts the large pot on the table. “Hello, you must be Krys's new... boyfriend.” That last word does not come out of her mouth easily.

“Yes, I'm Devin. You have a lovely home.”

“Hnn. Thank you.” A grunt and a thank you. She really is nicer than her husband!

“Do you like oden?” asks the older woman.

“What?” I ask.

Krys leans over and whispers into my ear, “Japanese fish cakes. It's like a stew.”

I look at the pot and see a bunch of little balls of... stuff. “Oh yeah, oden. I love it!”

Both of Krys's parents stare at me like I'm the worst liar in the world.

We all sit down. Krys sits very close to me on one side of the table, her mother is on the other side, and her father is at the head of the table. Her parents talk to each other and occasionally to Krys, but none of them even try to include me. At first I'm glad that I'm sitting next to Krys because she holds my hand to comfort me.

Then she puts her hand on my thigh. Then she rubs my crotch. Hard. It's a good thing her parents never speak to me because I'm pretty sure I would respond in a high pitched squeak.

On the drive home Krys says, “Oh my god, that went so well!”

“Really? They didn't say a word to me.”

“I know, right! I was expecting my dad to call you a pathetic loser and totally wrong for me at least once.”

“That's what you expected him to say? Like, that was the default for the evening?”

“Right!”

I sit silently in the passenger seat, wondering what the bad version of meeting her parents would be.

She stops the car in front of my house. Before I can even start to say goodnight, she kisses me again. This time she keeps going with the kiss as she fishes my cock out of my pants.

I reluctantly pull back from the kiss. “Krys, I'm not saying I don't love how you've been viciously blue balling me all night, but if you don't finish me off this time, my balls are going to explode and make a mess in your car.”

It's dark now, but I can barely see the outline of her pretty smile as she says. “Oh right, sure, exploding balls are totally a real thing. You know, maybe I should cut you off again just to see if you actually know what you're talking about.”

“No,” I gasp out, “keep going.”

“Did I hear a “please” from my grateful boyfriend?”

“Please! That feels so good! Please keep jerking my cock! Please!”

She jerks faster. “Yeah, I thought I heard the magic word!”

We lock eyes in the dim light from the streetlamp. Do handjobs feel better when the girl is hotter? I think they do. This one feels incredible. My whole body jerks as I cum. I feel like the load must be huge because I just keep cumming.

When I finally finish, I feel amazing. I slump down in the passenger seat, my brain in a haze. Krys leans in, smiling that beautiful smile that is both new and familiar. She gets really close to my face and her lips part. I part my lips to receive her kiss.

Then she jams her fingers into my mouth and laughs. I only have a microsecond to realize that the slimy taste all over her fingers is my own cum.

The whole world freezes and goes black and white around me, including Krys. However, this time I also see those glowing lights from after I got hit in the head by a golf ball. They're not just at the edge of my vision this time, they're all around me.

Thinking is hard. It's like being really drunk, but slower. I have no way of telling time, but I think it takes at least ten minutes before I realize that I should lean backwards and pull my mouth off of Krys's frozen fingers. I can't move very quickly, but I manage to get my head away from her hand.

Then I just stare at the glowing lights. I think this lasts for hours. At one point, one of the lights comes very close to my face. As it passes millimeters from my eye, I see inside it. There's a whole world inside and I see myself driving the car while Krys is in the passenger seat. Then the light moves away and that world is gone. Hours later, another passes close enough for me to see inside. In this one, I'm seven feet tall and playing pro basketball. I feel like if I could concentrate on one of these golden lights, I could make it real.

I have no idea how long I'm like this before I realize that I have to get myself out. It takes even longer to realize that I have to try and change something about my life to make this end. Finally, I **** myself to say something.

“I...”

I can hear my monotone voice, but only faintly, like my hearing is messed up. I start to shake.

“I am...”

No, it's not me. Whatever quantum or mystical state I'm in, the whole thing is shaking.

“I am... really... rich.”

I feel like I'm about to be shaken into a million pieces.

“I am... really rich.”

It's like I'm getting hit with a car over and over again, but I somehow stay together. Everything about this feels wrong, like it isn't supposed to go this way.

“I am really rich.”

The world snaps back into color. Krys has her fingers in my mouth again, as if they never left. I'm gagging at the taste of my own cum. I have no memory of being even a tiny bit rich.

“Oh my god, that is so hot!” says Krystina. “Oops, I've got a little more on my palm.”

I start to shout at her to stop, but that just lets her shove her palm directly on my open mouth.

Nothing happens. Oh thank god, the same load of quantum cum can't send someone into that state twice.

It still tastes nasty, though.