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They spent the afternoon naked in bed, the sheets and duvet kicked to the floor. Billie was reclined with an arm behind his head, still trying to play it decently cool, like his entire life hadn’t just been changed. Adrienne laid on her belly, propped up on her elbows, unable to stop smiling, as they talked and talked and talked. About everything and not much at the same time. Sex was almost on the back burner for the time, now that they got the first encounter after the way. Finally talking in person and lightly touching skin felt so amazing alone.
“I don’t even know what I’ll do with it to tell you the truth,” Adrienne tells him about her degree, “I was in it for the learning. I love the subject. But I never really thought about what kind of career it’d give me.”
“I love that though,” Billie responded, running his fingers that laid at his side, over the curve of her hip, “that you love a subject so much, and that you want to keep learning. I wish I had something like that.”
“Oh yeah, because the band isn’t your passion.”
“Well,” he stops and breaks out into a smile, giggling, “okay yeah, but I meant like in school.”
“School, hobbies, life, it’s all similar. And it can be my hobby I guess. I’ll probably work in some marketing firm, or telephone center maybe, I don’t know. Whatever I can find.”
“You’ll be the smartest one at that firm. You’ll know more than all the others.”
Adrienne blushes and smiles, dropping her head to hide her cheeks with her hair.
“If you could do anything,” Billie continues, “what would you want to do?”
She bites the inside of her cheek for a moment, thinking. “I want to just read more. And do my own volunteer work. Help people. Help animals. Nothing I could make a career in.”
“I’ll make sure you can do that.”
She huffed out a laugh, peeking at him through her hair. His gaze was steady on her, so resolute it took her breath away.
“You’ll make sure I can read all day?” She giggled, moving her elbows to lay her chin on his chest, looking up at him.
“Maybe our record deal will work out. It could be decent money, we might be big, I dunno. It feels not real. Feels far away. But if that falls through, I’ll work five jobs, all day every day, to make sure you can do whatever you want to do, all the time.”
Adrienne tilted her head down to rest her forehead against his sternum, where she could feel his heart beating fast. She wanted to laugh, but the tears were in the way. She nodded her head. “Sounds like a plan, Billie Joe.” Then she gave a giggle to hide the sincerity, “I graduate in May so I’ll be waiting.”
Billie wrapped his arms around her, hiding his own overwhelmed tears.
The rest of the daylight passed in a haze of weed smoke and gentle touches before they ventured out to the kitchen setup downstairs. Together they made a misshapen pizza with dough Mike stole from his work place and ate it together while watching the fuzzy box tv in the communal area.
Billie kept his eyes alert for the rats that he was sure Adrienne could hear, but still hoped she hadn’t noticed. As he ate the most delicious pizza he’d ever had, with the most beautiful girl by his side, he knew, that no matter what, he’d have to make it. For her. All the shit they were dealing with in the community had to be worth it. It’d be worth it all if he could make her happy.
After showering, Adrienne sent Billie to the bathroom while she prepped. With shaking hands, she removed the strap from her suitcase and put it on the bed next to the lube she found in his dresser. Her eyes were wide as she looked around the room, trying to calm herself down. In theory, she obviously knew what to do. In practice, though, was something else entirely. What if she wasn’t good? What if the dildo popped off while thrusting? Would that actually be embarrassing, or would they just put it back on and keep going with a giggle? What if she was too rough?
God, what if he didn’t like it?
“Nope,” she whispered aloud, waving her hands, “he likes butt stuff.” She paused and let her words land around her and then laughed loudly. Wiping a hand over her sweating forehead, she nodded, psyching herself up.
Billie was doing the same in the shower. “I bottom all the time,” he murmured to himself, as he shoved a couple soapy fingers in his ass, “I’m fine.”
He had scrubbed everything again ten times over. He was typically clean for Mike and Tre, but they also sometimes were a bit grungy, so none of them really cared that much. But Adrienne always smelled like flowers and powder, and god help him, he was gonna smell just as good for her.
When he walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind him, he and Adrienne stared at each other. She paused in her tightening of the straps and they looked with wide eyes before laughing.
“I didn’t know how to make this part sexy so I thought I’d do it before you got back!” She said, standing with only the strap on her bottom half, her bush half concealed, and her top half covered by one of his tshirts. He would feel self conscious that his shirts aren’t oversized on her, the way he knows girls like from their boyfriends, but he couldn’t care too much because it stretched so beautifully over her tits and rode up on her belly, he didn’t know where to look.
“Literally anything you do is sexy,” he laughs, “this right now is sexy, when you take off your shirt I’ll probably be seconds away from coming.”
She blushed and unceremoniously pulled his tshirt over her head, letting her breasts fall out, knowing his eyes would be glued to the way they bounced a little. And she was right.
“Why are you still wearing anything,” she asks. His breath hitches, and in a split second he’s whipping off his boxers and his shirt. Standing like this in front of nearly anyone else would feel too vulnerable, but in front of her he feels like he’s being admired, looked at almost like art. He feels his blush race down his neck and onto his pale chest.
She walked- more like stalked- towards him, the dildo bobbing at her hips and aimed toward him. His dick was already rock hard and his knees were shaking. She didn’t touch him, but put her hands on her hips, where the straps were digging into her mouth-watering pudge.
“Gonna suck me off, Billie Joe?” She asked softly, reaching a burgundy painted fingernail out and lifting his chin. She was only maybe an inch and a half taller than him, but it felt like she was looking down on him. He didn’t cower though, just looked up in awe. Her dreads were piled into a spiky bun on top of her head, giving her even more height over him.
He nodded dumbly and fell to his knees, not hesitating to take the purple silicone into his eager mouth. Adrienne never knew what to expect when this finally happened, but she always figured she would feel the pleasure from pegging, like it was her own cock. And as the first person ever touched it, she knew she was right. Billie was sucking her cock, she swore she felt the lush inside of his mouth, his soft tongue, his tight suction.
And Billie felt no different. This was Adrienne’s dick in his mouth. He felt so honored to be the first to give her a blowjob, and he gave it his all, his eyes falling shut in pleasure and concentration.
She stared down at him, her mouth fallen open on gasps, as she watched him lose himself in the act. “So this is what Mike and Tre see, huh?”
Billie whined and his eyebrows creased as he gave a tiny nod. His own dick leaked precum on the floorboards beneath his kneeling form. She admired the shadows his hollowed cheekbones left behind, his dark eyelashes full against his cheeks, closed in bliss. The incandescent bulb above them bathed him in the warmest glow despite the dropping temperatures outside. She rubbed her thumb over his upper lip, feeling the stretch.
“Your face looks different when you’re sucking cock than when you’re eating my pussy,” she says quietly, almost to herself, running her nails lightly over his scalp and making him shiver, “I can’t tell which I like more.”
He reached up and gripped the backs of her thighs to ground himself, almost feeling like he would float away. Her hold on his hair tightened as she reminded him, “don’t forget the balls.”
His ass fell back on his heels and he started grinding lightly, whimpering as he reached up to where the balls would be, instead feeling her slit, so he pushed two fingers in, making her moan. Adrienne gasped when he opened his glittering green eyes to look up at her, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.
After a minute, Adrienne pulled out and leaned down to kiss his wet mouth, his chin covered in his saliva in his enthusiasm. “It’s my turn,” she said and pushed him to his bed again. He was happy to go wherever she told him to.
Getting between his spread knees, she gripped his shaft and placed a few plush kisses to the head, licking over his leaking tip. Billie’s head dropped back and he reached up to hold on to the edge of the mattress above his head to avoid pulling her hair. He sighed high in his throat, warmth pulsing up his spine.
Adrienne got to work, bobbing her head on his cock and rubbing fingers over his hole. “Pass me the lube, babe,” she asked, and his trembling fingers handed it over. She poured a liberal amount over her index and middle finger before easing them into his tight opening.
“You’re so beautiful, fuck,” Billie moaned, looking down at her, his chest heaving, “Jesus Christ I love you so much!”
She smiled, biting her lip and angling her fingers up and brushing over his prostate, making him yelp and pull his knees back to his chest, fully opening himself to her. Her breath caught in her chest at his display of vulnerability, of passing ownership of this experience over to her. And in her head, she thanked Tre for the tip.
~
The last time they came through Minnesota, more than a handful of months ago, before they said admitted any feelings to each other, she watched the three of them closely. She watched them at the pre-party, as they set up, as they performed. And while they played, she caught Tre’s eyes. He was already looking at her with a knowing smirk. She blushed and smiled. He smiled back, fully and friendly. She admired his profile, thinking he looked like one of those old Greek statues, with their strong chins and straight noses. He really was so beautiful. They all were.
After the show, when Billie went to quickly make a few screen printed tshirts, Tre sidled up to her as she sipped on her beer, both now sitting on the edge of an open truck bed.
“I heard you know all about us,” he says, cutting to it straight away, which she had to admire. She nodded, smiling, her belly fluttering.
“Yeah, Billie told me,” she answered, “you’re in love. I can see it.”
Tre smiled and shrugged shyly, “Yeah. They’re alright I guess.” They both laughed. “But of course, the whole wide world is open for us, you know.”
He looked at her out the corner of his eye, caught by her already looking at him. He was uncharacteristically calm and gentle. Billie had told her about this other side of him. She liked it.
“There’s always room,” he says softly, “more than enough.”
Adrienne blushed and nodded, swallowing hard.
“Of course I don’t mean to make it sound, uh, like. Skeevy or anything,” he clarifies, “like we’re on the hunt or something.”
She laughs softly. “I know,” she says, “I’m amazed by your dynamic. I have nothing but respect for it.”
“Yeah, Billie said you were the smartest person he’d met, I figured it’d mean you’d have an open mind.” She smiles as he pushes his shoulder into hers.
“I think any woman would be lucky to have any of you,” she says, trying not to make it obvious how badly she wants to be that woman. But Tre looks at her like he already knows. Right now Billie was dating a girl named Amanda, but from their frequent phone calls (the ones Amanda tried demanding they stop), Adrienne knew it wasn’t going well. Always hope.
“I hope they think so,” he says thoughtfully, “and I hope, when the time comes, she knows that when she fingers him, she should aim kinda upwards, to his bellybutton you know?”
She chokes on her beer and he just smiled widely at her, innocently. She nods and he says, “Great! I should help him with those tshirts for a bit.”
She looks over to where Billie is still screenprinting away and Mike is pretending like he hasn’t been watching the two of them. Adrienne collects herself, wiping her chin, and laughs.
~
“What?” Billie asks, and Adrienne realizes she’s been distractedly mouthing at his dick, fingers slow. She giggles.
“Sorry, just remembering a few months ago when Tre not so subtly tried to tell me how to finger you.”
“He what?!” Adrienne threw her head back in laughter as Billie flushed even deeper, though he couldn’t help smiling through his mortification. “He fuckin would, wouldn’t he, that bastard.”
“But I’m glad he did,” she said through a face splitting grin, “reading can only take me so far you know. Diagrams and whatnot.”
“You looked at diagrams of buttholes?”
The two fell into each other laughing, though her fingers never left the hot space they occupied. She started her movements up again, saying, “So you obviously know what to expect. I might need a tiny bit of guidance.”
“Well I’ve never been pegged before.”
“Yeah, but you- you’ve been… fucked before.” She blushed some more at the thought, her favorite fantasy since Billie had whispered the confession over the phone. Nearly every night, she envisioned him in the throes of passion, whether he be bottoming for two handsome men, or topping her, or the opposite. She imagined him being pushed and pulled into different positions, made to take dick hard and fast, or made her take his. What his face would look like- how his eyelashes might flutter, or how he might bite his lip. Whether he’d moan or scream or whimper. She’s lost count of how many times she’s come to the thought.
“Yeah,” he whispers huskily, “I have been fucked before. Very familiar with it. But, never been pegged by a woman. So, I guess, we can do this for the first time, together.”
Taking a shaky breath in, she removed her fingers, noting that they were clean. She poured lube onto the dildo and rubbed it in, taking a moment to admire the stroke of her own hand. And it seemed Billie was admiring too, looking down at her fist with a slightly open mouth and excited eyes.
She patted the back of his thigh and he dutifully pulled them back again, making room for her to dip her pelvis down to his. “Here’s hoping,” she muttered, moving her trembling hand to aim the dildo at his tiny hole. Billie laughed and lightly pushed her shoulder with his toes, “I can’t wait. Fuck me please.”
Adrienne sighed at the request, the demand, and pushed in. She watched his mouth fall open and his eyes widen a bit before closing, eyebrows drawing together. “Oh my god,” he whispered, “yeah, Adie…”
Opening his eyes, they locked and moaned together as she bottomed out inside him. Billie rested his legs over the curve of her hips, his calves pressed to her ass cheeks. She could feel the wet tip of his cock rubbing her belly, and her nipples dragging over his. She fell down briefly to kiss him soundly, relishing the small sounds he let out into her mouth.
“Are you good, baby,” Adrienne asked, brushing wild black hair off his forehead to kiss him there. Billie was panting breaths and trying not to grind down on the piece inside him, trying not to be a total slut so soon. Adrienne could, however, feel the subtle shifting and smiled. Her confidence was back in full swing. She knew she could just sit here and lightly grind into him and he’d be cumming all over them both in no time, such a sensitive little thing, but she had a fantasy to live out- god, she was so lucky.
“I’m so good Adie, I’m so- oh fuck!”
“You sound ready to me,” she decided, and without another word, sat up and pulled his hips into hers and starting thrusting. Billie threw his head back on a loud, cracking moan, followed by a mixture of a groan and a whimper. The sounds only furthered Adrienne’s excitement, and she could feel her lips slipping together under the base of the strap she was so wet.
“Does that feel good, Billie Joe?” She cooed at him, her finger tips digging into the pudge of his hips, slamming into him, his own hands gripping her wrists, as if to hold on for the ride. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his beautiful open face. He had a far away look in his eyes, tears pooling in the corners, making them sparkle. His cheeks were flushed dark and his lips wet- she felt the beginnings of an orgasm curl in her belly. The thrusting was putting a rhythmic pressure on her mound, pushing at her clit, and that, combined with the most beautiful sight she had possibly ever seen, was going to send her tumbling.
“Do you like how I fuck you baby?” She asked, pushing his legs back and angling upward. She was rewarded with a high pitched shout and more moaning whimpers.
Billie was beside himself with pleasure. Adrienne bent over him with her breasts on full display- he’d honestly never seen a better rack in his life. Her cheeks were pinked and her eyes were hooded and dark. The way she looked at him had him feeling like she was looking inside him. She’d ruined him for any other woman.
The plastic inside him didn’t even feel like plastic- it felt like her. And she was moaning like she could feel the clench and heat of his hole. He could feel his own cock bouncing between their bodies, jostled by her firm and precise thrusts. He was so impressed with this being her first time topping, she was an absolute natural- and he was absolutely made to take her, just like he was made to take Mike and Tre. He had to close his eyes to hide the tears of gratitude.
“Look at me,” Adrienne commands, and he opens his eyes to look at her, her chest pink now too, as she pants heavily, her hips still pounding him into a high.
“You look incredible,” he hiccups, running his hands over his chest, sneaking a pinch at one of his nipples, “fuck you feel incredible- I love you so fucking much, Adrienne!”
“God I love you too,” she moans, “you’re about to make me cum, baby.”
She watches his hips ripple from her movements, which are growing more rapid and wild as she chases her orgasm. She reaches for his dick, wondering how she’ll keep a good rhythm and focus on tugging him just right, but he shoo’s her hand away. “You first,” he moans, “oh god! Oh fuck baby, you cum first, please! I have to see it.”
“Wanna try together?” She asks, smirking at the way he’s shaking and groaning and throwing back against her, anchoring his knees over her hips to lift up and meet her thrusts. Billie wraps his arms around her neck and nods.
“Thank you for this,” he moans quietly, “thank you.”
Adrienne can only nod dumbly, cupping his cheek and running her thumb over his full bottom lip before kissing him. “Thank you for letting me, I’ve been thinking about this for ages,” she admits. He smiled back at her, imagining all the ways she’s pictured this. He can’t wait to do it all.
“I’m close Adie,” he tells her, “fuck me as hard as you can, please!”
She starts slamming into him again, hard and fast, putting her whole back into it and listening to him scream, her own breathing picking up speed.
She feels herself hanging on the edge, and before she can reach down again to stroke him off with her, his eyes open and the most beautiful relief washes over his features as he cums so hard it hits their chins. Immediately following, Adrienne pushes in hard and grinds her pussy into the back of the strap base, cumming herself loudly and openly. Both can’t keep their eyes off each other as they watch them lose control.
Twitching from the aftershocks, Adrienne falls down on top of Billie, breathing harshly into the crook of his neck. Billie keeps his legs wrapped around her waist as he strokes the back of her head gently, kissing her temple.
“Good god, man,” he laughs, “oh my god that was amazing!”
She laughs too and props herself up over him, unintentionally moving the dildo in him and making him twitch his hips on a sigh. She giggles again and pulls out gently and he helps her undo the straps over her hips, rubbing at the indents they left behind.
“I didn’t quite know what to expect from pegging,” she said, “though- I think I’d rather just call it topping. But that was so much better than I had pictured! And you were somehow even sexier, it’s insane. Do you know how beautiful you look during sex? When I’m topping you, or riding you. Next I want you in charge yeah? Wanna see if you look any different.”
Billie closes his eyes on a smile, willing his dick to stay down for now. “I’m so in love with you,” he says quietly. Adrienne bites her lip on a smile and traces patterns over his chest with her painted finger tips.
“You’re quickly turning out to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she says back, “you know that?” And she kissed him until they’re too tired to purse their lips anymore, settling into bed wrapped up tight together.