Billie Joe, How Could You?!? (continued), chapter 4
Billie Joe
Billie shivered as his dampened clothes clung to his body. He looked down at his fiance, who was staring out into space. He sighed and kissed her forehead, causing her to shake out of her trance. She looked up at him and kissed his moist lips, causing them to curl into a smile.
"Babe, I'm sorry for earlier," he whispered, before kissing her again.
"It's okay," she said with a sigh.
At least she's talking to me. For a moment I thought she was going to ignore me.
"Good," he whispered, before plastering another kiss on her forehead. She turned in his grip and ran her nimble fingers through his disheveled hair. He sighed and grabbed her hand and bringing it down to his lips. He trailed his lips up her arm, leaving little, wet kisses all the way. He started to kiss her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure. His lips curled into a smile against her skin. He slowly trailed his lips up to her jaw bone, working his way up to her lips.
Cassie couldn't take it any more. She pushed him down onto the cold, screened in patio floor, where thay had been sitting, kissing him more heavily. His right hand found its way to her ass, the other tangled itself in her hair. She shifted her weight against his body, bringing her legs up around his waist, stradling him. She sat up, unbottoning her shirt and throwing it down next to them. She leaned back over, crashing more mind blowing kisses against his lips. He teased her teeth open with his tongue and gained entrance. Their tongues danced around each others. He crept a finger across her bare back until it reached her bra strap, slowly he trailed his finger back down to her pant line, causing her to let out a small moan. He forcefully rolled her off of him, slowly climbing on top. He straddled her, before fumbling with his pants. He started to tug them off. Once off, he continued to kiss her. She trailed her hands underneath his shirt, touching as much bare skin as possible. Billie pulled back a little so she could slip it over his head. They both started to fumble with her pants.
In about a minute every item of clothing was off, except for their undergarments. Billie started to kiss Cassie's neck. All of a sudden there was a rustling outside the porch door and Tre walked in. "Hey Bill..." he started before noticing what his two best friends were doing. He let out a girlish shriek and ran into the house.
Tre
Jesus, they could've blinded me if I had came a little later. On the plus side Cassie has a nice body.
Tre walked through the house looking for Mike. He walked into the livingroom, finding the bassist watching television. He sat down next to him and sighed, a smirk playing at his lips.
What if I was the one on top of Cass? I would of loved it. Wait, what am I thinking? Cassie and Billie are my best friends. I never could do that to him. Just imagining me and her havin' sex is giving me a woody. Wait! Tre think of something disgusting. Think of something other than her nice body, glistening with sweat after having mind numbing sex with me. I can only see it now. Stop it brain, stop it! Stop imagining this shit! Why do I use you anyway!?
Despite his warnings his mind started to play images. Images of of him and Cassie having hot, kinky sex. Images of her body glistening in sweat. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear Mike shouting at him.
"Tre, you have a woody. Tre, you have a woody. TRE, YOU HAVE A WOODY!" Mike shouted trying to get his band mate's attention and motioning to the bulge in his pants.
"Huh, what? Oh ok. I'll be right back," Tre said snapping out of his trance and getting up. He ran into a spare bedroom and slammed the door. He made sure it was locked before sitting on the bed and sticking his hand down his pants.
Mike
Mike had waited two minutes before getting up and following Tre. He walked to the door and stuck his ear up against it. Soft moans and grunts tremored through the oak wood door. He pulled back with a chuckle and shook his head.
"Someone's masturbating!" he said in a sing song voice.
"Fuck.....off! I'm.......busy!" Tre yelled through the door. His speach was rushed and soft grunts came in between each word. Mike shook his head and walked back into the livingroom. He jumped over the back of the couch and landed with a thud. He started to flip through the many channels.
I wonder where Beeje and Cassie are? I better go find them to see what's up.
He slowly got up and started to look for his firends. His first instict was to search where he last saw them, which was on the front porch. He started to walk towards the front door, but stopped. He strained his ears to listen to the noises coming from beyond the wooden barrior.
"You got to be kidding me," he whispered as he opened the door. He looked out only to see his friends fucking each other on the porch, for all the passerbys outside to see. He quickly ran around them, making sure not to disturb them, before shutting all the blinds.
"You guy should go upstairs. I think you blinded half the neighbors." he said before rushing back into the house.
Billie shivered as his dampened clothes clung to his body. He looked down at his fiance, who was staring out into space. He sighed and kissed her forehead, causing her to shake out of her trance. She looked up at him and kissed his moist lips, causing them to curl into a smile.
"Babe, I'm sorry for earlier," he whispered, before kissing her again.
"It's okay," she said with a sigh.
At least she's talking to me. For a moment I thought she was going to ignore me.
"Good," he whispered, before plastering another kiss on her forehead. She turned in his grip and ran her nimble fingers through his disheveled hair. He sighed and grabbed her hand and bringing it down to his lips. He trailed his lips up her arm, leaving little, wet kisses all the way. He started to kiss her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure. His lips curled into a smile against her skin. He slowly trailed his lips up to her jaw bone, working his way up to her lips.
Cassie couldn't take it any more. She pushed him down onto the cold, screened in patio floor, where thay had been sitting, kissing him more heavily. His right hand found its way to her ass, the other tangled itself in her hair. She shifted her weight against his body, bringing her legs up around his waist, stradling him. She sat up, unbottoning her shirt and throwing it down next to them. She leaned back over, crashing more mind blowing kisses against his lips. He teased her teeth open with his tongue and gained entrance. Their tongues danced around each others. He crept a finger across her bare back until it reached her bra strap, slowly he trailed his finger back down to her pant line, causing her to let out a small moan. He forcefully rolled her off of him, slowly climbing on top. He straddled her, before fumbling with his pants. He started to tug them off. Once off, he continued to kiss her. She trailed her hands underneath his shirt, touching as much bare skin as possible. Billie pulled back a little so she could slip it over his head. They both started to fumble with her pants.
In about a minute every item of clothing was off, except for their undergarments. Billie started to kiss Cassie's neck. All of a sudden there was a rustling outside the porch door and Tre walked in. "Hey Bill..." he started before noticing what his two best friends were doing. He let out a girlish shriek and ran into the house.
Tre
Jesus, they could've blinded me if I had came a little later. On the plus side Cassie has a nice body.
Tre walked through the house looking for Mike. He walked into the livingroom, finding the bassist watching television. He sat down next to him and sighed, a smirk playing at his lips.
What if I was the one on top of Cass? I would of loved it. Wait, what am I thinking? Cassie and Billie are my best friends. I never could do that to him. Just imagining me and her havin' sex is giving me a woody. Wait! Tre think of something disgusting. Think of something other than her nice body, glistening with sweat after having mind numbing sex with me. I can only see it now. Stop it brain, stop it! Stop imagining this shit! Why do I use you anyway!?
Despite his warnings his mind started to play images. Images of of him and Cassie having hot, kinky sex. Images of her body glistening in sweat. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear Mike shouting at him.
"Tre, you have a woody. Tre, you have a woody. TRE, YOU HAVE A WOODY!" Mike shouted trying to get his band mate's attention and motioning to the bulge in his pants.
"Huh, what? Oh ok. I'll be right back," Tre said snapping out of his trance and getting up. He ran into a spare bedroom and slammed the door. He made sure it was locked before sitting on the bed and sticking his hand down his pants.
Mike
Mike had waited two minutes before getting up and following Tre. He walked to the door and stuck his ear up against it. Soft moans and grunts tremored through the oak wood door. He pulled back with a chuckle and shook his head.
"Someone's masturbating!" he said in a sing song voice.
"Fuck.....off! I'm.......busy!" Tre yelled through the door. His speach was rushed and soft grunts came in between each word. Mike shook his head and walked back into the livingroom. He jumped over the back of the couch and landed with a thud. He started to flip through the many channels.
I wonder where Beeje and Cassie are? I better go find them to see what's up.
He slowly got up and started to look for his firends. His first instict was to search where he last saw them, which was on the front porch. He started to walk towards the front door, but stopped. He strained his ears to listen to the noises coming from beyond the wooden barrior.
"You got to be kidding me," he whispered as he opened the door. He looked out only to see his friends fucking each other on the porch, for all the passerbys outside to see. He quickly ran around them, making sure not to disturb them, before shutting all the blinds.
"You guy should go upstairs. I think you blinded half the neighbors." he said before rushing back into the house.
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