Sex! At Tre's House, chapter 26
A month later
Things were going fine, nothing new or exciting. Everything was quite boring, Tre was back in the studio wit the guys. Melissa and Trent were at Randy's for the week. And It was just Frankito, Frankie, and I at home. Frankito was 10 now. He was downstairs practicing. He had a set here and at Claudia's. They were both Tre's old kits. It was a sound proof basement and I had Frankie down for a nap so Frankie would not be disturbed.
I was upstairs making him and myself lunch. The phone rang, and I picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey sexy muffin," Tre said from the other line.
"Hey stiff dick," I replied.
"Why yes it is. And it's all Billie Joe's fault!" Tre said unhappily and I laughed.
"What's all my fault?" Billie asked in the background which made me laugh harder.
"My dick! You fucking idiot!" Tre yelled at him.
"I did you? What?" Billie asked confused.
"YEP!" Tre said and laughed and Billie made a confused and frustrated noise.
I laughed with Tre.
"So babe, what's shakin'? Besides that nice of yours?" he asked.
"Nothing much! Remember Tre, if you shake it more than once you're playing with it!" I said and he laughed.
"I play with it everyday," Tre replied.
"What the fuck?" Mike asked in the background.
Tre and I laughed together again.
"What are you doing anyway?" Tre asked.
"Making lunch for me and Frankito," I replied.
"And how's Frankie?" Tre asked.
"Down for a nap," I replied.
"Okay, that's sounds good. Nothing exploded? No wild party's right?" Tre asked in a stern voice. "When I get home am I going to have to give you a little discipline?" Tre asked.
"Oh, maybe," I replied and giggled.
"You're a sick fuck Tre!" Mike said in the background.
"Give the phone to Mike," I ordered.
"What?" Tre asked.
"Give the phone to Mike," I repeated more sternly.
"Ooh, I like it when you're feisty," Tre said and he handed Mike the phone.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Tre isn't a sick fuck If you only got to have the things I give him then you wouldn't say that," I said.
"You two are really like open about everything though," Mike replied.
"So? You'd want to be open if you got the things Tre does, the things I do to him. You'd brag too okay?" I said.
"Alright," Mike replied.
"Give the phone back to Tre," I said.
"Okay," Mike said and Tre's voice came on.
"Everything better?" Tre asked.
"Yep, all better," I replied.
Tre had to get going after that and I called Frankito for lunch. We ate and then he went to a friends house.
I got Frankie up and I fed him and then Tre came home around 4.
Tre put Frankie down to bed and then Frankito went to bed.
I was in the kitchen cleaning up. And Tre came in and he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He began to kiss my neck.
"Tre, someone frisky tonight?" I asked.
Tre nodded slightly and continued to kiss my neck. He stopped and turned me around. He kept his hands firmly on my hips.
"You're such a filthy slut," Tre said, his eyes full of lust.
"I know," I said, playing along.
"You need to be punished for being such a dirty slut," Tre said and he took my hand and he led me to our room.
"Get undressed," Tre ordered.
I did and Tre handcuffed me to the bed and he took out a whip and he began to whip me with it.
Usually I was the one dominating him, but I guess he was in the mood for it to be his turn.
"Tell me what a slut you are!" Tre ordered.
"I'm a slut!" I said.
Tre whipped me and I winced. Tre began to undress. Then he whipped me a more times and then he got on top of me and he fucked me good.
Things were going fine, nothing new or exciting. Everything was quite boring, Tre was back in the studio wit the guys. Melissa and Trent were at Randy's for the week. And It was just Frankito, Frankie, and I at home. Frankito was 10 now. He was downstairs practicing. He had a set here and at Claudia's. They were both Tre's old kits. It was a sound proof basement and I had Frankie down for a nap so Frankie would not be disturbed.
I was upstairs making him and myself lunch. The phone rang, and I picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey sexy muffin," Tre said from the other line.
"Hey stiff dick," I replied.
"Why yes it is. And it's all Billie Joe's fault!" Tre said unhappily and I laughed.
"What's all my fault?" Billie asked in the background which made me laugh harder.
"My dick! You fucking idiot!" Tre yelled at him.
"I did you? What?" Billie asked confused.
"YEP!" Tre said and laughed and Billie made a confused and frustrated noise.
I laughed with Tre.
"So babe, what's shakin'? Besides that nice of yours?" he asked.
"Nothing much! Remember Tre, if you shake it more than once you're playing with it!" I said and he laughed.
"I play with it everyday," Tre replied.
"What the fuck?" Mike asked in the background.
Tre and I laughed together again.
"What are you doing anyway?" Tre asked.
"Making lunch for me and Frankito," I replied.
"And how's Frankie?" Tre asked.
"Down for a nap," I replied.
"Okay, that's sounds good. Nothing exploded? No wild party's right?" Tre asked in a stern voice. "When I get home am I going to have to give you a little discipline?" Tre asked.
"Oh, maybe," I replied and giggled.
"You're a sick fuck Tre!" Mike said in the background.
"Give the phone to Mike," I ordered.
"What?" Tre asked.
"Give the phone to Mike," I repeated more sternly.
"Ooh, I like it when you're feisty," Tre said and he handed Mike the phone.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Tre isn't a sick fuck If you only got to have the things I give him then you wouldn't say that," I said.
"You two are really like open about everything though," Mike replied.
"So? You'd want to be open if you got the things Tre does, the things I do to him. You'd brag too okay?" I said.
"Alright," Mike replied.
"Give the phone back to Tre," I said.
"Okay," Mike said and Tre's voice came on.
"Everything better?" Tre asked.
"Yep, all better," I replied.
Tre had to get going after that and I called Frankito for lunch. We ate and then he went to a friends house.
I got Frankie up and I fed him and then Tre came home around 4.
Tre put Frankie down to bed and then Frankito went to bed.
I was in the kitchen cleaning up. And Tre came in and he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He began to kiss my neck.
"Tre, someone frisky tonight?" I asked.
Tre nodded slightly and continued to kiss my neck. He stopped and turned me around. He kept his hands firmly on my hips.
"You're such a filthy slut," Tre said, his eyes full of lust.
"I know," I said, playing along.
"You need to be punished for being such a dirty slut," Tre said and he took my hand and he led me to our room.
"Get undressed," Tre ordered.
I did and Tre handcuffed me to the bed and he took out a whip and he began to whip me with it.
Usually I was the one dominating him, but I guess he was in the mood for it to be his turn.
"Tell me what a slut you are!" Tre ordered.
"I'm a slut!" I said.
Tre whipped me and I winced. Tre began to undress. Then he whipped me a more times and then he got on top of me and he fucked me good.
