Part 3

The doorbell rang at seven. I had gotten a sixer of my favorite IPA, a fifth of Stoli, and some expensive wine in case Pete prefered that to the other. I had pulled on a tight-fitting tank top made of some sort of sheer white net-like stuff, with my nipples showing. Over my skimpy thong I had pulled on a pair of loose shorts. Barefooted, I strode to the door and pulled it open. "Welcome to my humble abode, Pete." And there I stood, open-mouthed in amazement.

Pete's Outfit

 

Pete had gotten himself dressed up in a cute little Bailey Jay outfit, looking like a sexy little schoolgurl. So fucking hot, I could feel my cock getting hard and excited all over again. Wow, does he ever look good. I reached out, my arm circling his waist, and pulled him into my apartment.

"Oh, wow, you look great," I said to him. He smiled, and licked his red-painted lips just like Bailey does. "You really think so?" he asked. In reply, I pulled his body against mine, so he could feel my rock-hard cock against his leg. "Yeah, I really do. We are gonna have so much fun tonight." Reaching down, I cupped the bulging panties beneath his short skirt. Oh, yeah, he was ready; his thick cock was as hard as mine, and it felt even bigger in my hand. As I caressed it, he pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue probed my mouth, and as I kissed him back I rubbed my hard cock against his.