“Sounds perfect.” Simon smiled, and I’d never seen anyone look so happy. “Maybe next weekend? I feel like we shouldn’t abandon Connor to Steve’s mercy.”
“Probably.” I sighed. “Can’t believe he’s ruining our first date.”
“You love him though,” Simon said and chuckled.
“Yeah, but I love you more.” I pulled him against me, sliding my tongue against his lips as my cock twitched against his hip. As we broke apart, Simon smirked at me.
“You know, the other two won’t be back for a while…”
“Well,” I said, a devious smile on my lips. “It would be a real fucking shame to waste the time.” I ran my fingers down his body, cupping his half-hard cock in my hand. “Put some panties on for me, baby. Ones you don’t mind me ruining.”
I was walking home from the station on Sunday afternoon after dropping Connor off, flicking through Spotify and trying to find something to listen to, when a notification flashed up on my phone screen.
It was from Pornblr, saying that Thick Boy in Lace had posted a new photo. He hadn’t posted much lately, and we’d hardly spoken since he’d told me he was in love with his hookup. I figured he’d been busy, but I also figured I should probably tell him what was going on between me and Simon. After all, we’d been fairly open about our boy troubles, so I thought he’d like to know I’d worked everything out. Maybe it would give him a nudge to talk to his friend.
Plus, I still wanted to show Simon his blog. It would be fun to look at it together. I clicked on the notification, mostly as a reminder to myself for later. But what I saw nearly made me drop my phone in shock.
It was a photo of the boy on his knees, shot from the back but half turned to the side, showing off his perfect, peachy ass. He was wearing black, lace-topped stockings held up with a deep, emerald green and black corset-style garter belt, trimmed in ribbon and lace, with matching satin and lace panties over the top. Underneath them, the glint of a plug between his cheeks caught the light. The lingerie set was exactly the same as the one I’d bought Simon, and as I looked at the caption, I knew why.
Plugged and waiting for my new boyfriend to come home wearing the panties he bought me. I’m so desperate for him to fuck me <3 I know he follows this blog and I’m hoping this will encourage him to come home ASAP ;) Love you, T <3
Holy fucking shit.
Fucking hell.
Simon was Thick Boy in Lace.
Simon was Thick Boy in Lace.
We’d been talking and sexting for months without realising it. Holy shit, we’d talked to each other about each other! Wow, I was a complete dumbass.
My feet picked up speed, rushing me along the pavement as I stared at the photo, because holy hell he was sexy as fuck in those panties. And the more I looked, the more I recognised where he was.
He was in my room. On my bed. Waiting for me. Plugged and ready for me to fuck him.
It was like all my fantasies had suddenly come true at once.
There was only one thing left for me to do.
I slowed for a second, narrowly dodging a lamppost as I tapped out a message on the app. It was time for Simon to know who I really was.
mr smith I’m on my way home, sweet boy. I cannot wait to fuck you in those panties. You look so beautiful <3 Love you so much. Taylor x
Part Six: Mr. Smith
Simon
I was so antsy I could barely sit still. Nervousness and excitement warred in my stomach, making me feel vaguely seasick. It wasn’t a combination I’d recommend.
I’d been plotting this all day, and as soon as Taylor had left to walk Connor back to the station, I’d put my plan into action. Firstly, I’d gotten rid of Steve.
It hadn’t been as hard as I’d imagined. I’d just told him that Taylor and I were planning to have very loud and extravagant sex as soon as he returned. Steve just laughed and said he’d get out of our hair. The last I’d seen, he’d been throwing some clothes into a bag, presumably so he could spend the night at Olivia’s.
Then I’d hit the shower, making myself as squeaky clean as possible, while quickly attempting to work myself open. I was horny, and my mind played over all the delicious things I had planned. It was so fucking hard to keep my hands to myself and just focus on opening my hole, but I kept telling myself it would be worth it when Taylor got home.
I’d already worked out what I wanted to wear and laid it out on the bed, so as soon as I stumbled back into my bedroom, I got dressed. I’d grabbed my prettiest plug out of the drawer, slicking it with lube and pressing it slowly into my hole. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as it spread me wide, and I gasped as it nudged at my prostate. The lingerie Taylor had bought me felt beautiful against my skin. It fit like a dream too, and as I gazed at myself in the mirror, I realised just how fuckable it made me look. The stockings hugged my thighs, the black lace and emerald green corset-style garter wrapped snugly around my waist and emphasised the curves of my muscles, while the matching panties hugged my hips and stretched across my ass making it look absolutely edible. When I bent over, you could see the glint of the plug between my cheeks, like a little extra surprise. I couldn’t wait to see Taylor’s reaction.
My cock throbbed in my panties, leaking precum onto the soft black satin. I wondered if Taylor would punish me for getting so excited
