Bonding with Billie Joe
First person narrative about a man named Aaron.
I am driving across town to take care of Billie Joe’s and Becca’s cats while they were out of town.
I’d always found Billie Joe… very attractive. She has red hair, a curvy yet petite body, and huge breasts with both nipples pierced. I know this because I have seen her once in a tank top and her breasts left me speechless. She also posts a lot of very sexy and slutty photos on Instagram.
Anyway, I drove across town to their house, a modest little place not far from campus. The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by the sound of soft meows and the faint scent of vanilla. The cats—two fluffy tabbies—rubbed against my legs as I made my way to the kitchen to fill their bowls.
But as I sat in the living room, waiting for them to finish eating, my eyes wandered. Billie Joe’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and from where I was sitting, I could see a glimpse of her dresser. Curiosity clawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn’t scratch.
I shouldn’t.
The voice in my head was firm, but it was no match for the pull of my curiosity. Before I knew it, I was standing in her doorway, my hand trembling as I pushed it open.
The room was slightly messy, but in a way that felt intentional. Clothes were strewn across the bed, and the air smelled faintly of her perfume. My eyes landed on a small pile of lingerie on the dresser, and my stomach twisted with a mix of guilt and curiosity.
I step over to the dresser and pick up the lingerie. A black lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt. I raise the panties to my nose and I inhale deeply, taking in her sweet, musky scent.
I glance over to her closet and see a stunning pair of black high heels. Wow, I have seen her wear these on her instagram before, I thought to myself. Then, the thoughts bombarded me—the need to try on her clothes and her shoes. No way, I can’t do that, I told myself, that’s crazy. But as I pick up her shoes, and imagine the straps wrapped around my ankles, I get goosebumps all over my body.
Okay, maybe just really quick, and then I will get dressed again and leave. I quickly strip off my clothes and let them fall onto Billie Joe’s bedroom floor. I took my Adderall earlier in the day which caused my penis to shrink. It was currently barely a half inch long, and was curling in on itself, my head almost completely disappearing inside itself. It looked like a small, soft clit.
I pulled her panties on, covering my little clit, and my tight boy pussy. Then I put on the matching bra and garter belt. I felt so sexy and slutty. I quickly looked in her closet and found a short skit and crop top and put them on. My heart was pounding out of my chest with excitement. Now, for the best part. I sat down on Billie Joe’s bed, feeling my bare cheeks rest on her cold sheets. I put on the six inch high heels and strapped them around my ankles.
I stand up and check myself out in her large floor mirror. I can’t believe I am actually wearing Billie Joe’s clothing. It is so hot. I felt my little clit leaking pre-cum. I am even getting wet like a girl, I thought to myself.
And then I saw it.
A metallic butt plug glinted in the sunlight streaming through the window. My breath hitched as I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. It was cool to the touch, and the weight of it made my imagination run wild.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
I spun around, the butt plug slipping from my fingers and clattering to the floor. Billie Joe stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and her expression unreadable.
“I—uh—” I stammered, my face burning with embarrassment. “I was just… checking on things. Making sure everything was okay.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “In my bedroom?”