By love and questions

Jesse woke up to a feeling of gentle motion. His face felt glued to the leather of what he quickly worked out was the backseat of a car. As soon as he began to stir, a face swam into view barely inches from his own. Suzy’s brows were knitted together with worry so tightly it was easy to imagine he had just been staring at his friend for any sign of life for the last hour or so.

“Oh, Jesse! You’re awake!” The other sissy burst forward and smothered him with kisses, giving little chance for the bleary waker to shake his head or return them.

“Daddy and Lady Francine said you fainted… but wouldn’t tell me how it happened! Are you alright?! Did they… do anything to you?!”

He was clearly genuinely concerned for his companion’s wellbeing… but something about the way he asked that last question made Jesse pause. Even as a sharp, stinging ache in his rectum and raw, scraped feeling in the back of his throat reminded him what had happened. For better or worse… he didn’t really want to tell his large-breasted friend that they had both fucked him completely ****. There was that oddly defensive, jealous side to Suzy that he could never quite predict. Would he be angry that another femboy had been fucked by his precious daddy… or upset that his efforts to gently ease a fellow slut into the true use of his back passage, had not lasted very long at all? In some ways, Jesse’s thoughts had cleared out and felt sharper right now than they had for a long time. His vision of himself and those around him more defined and filled out. He would make no mention of what had happened in that room, if he could help it.

“I’m… okay. Really. How did I get here? Where are we going?”

Steering the conversation away… he was genuinely curious how they seemed to have ended up sliding through the city in that sleek vehicle once more. He wiped the side of his mouth and found a streak of smeared lipstick.

“Oh, Driver carried you out from the couch where they’d left you. We’re taking you home… Number 23, right?”

Jesse nodded. Home 23. Back where Betsy would surely be anxiously waiting. He would have to tell her what had happened… that was sure. He’d never been able to lie to those eyes. The boyslut looked across at the friend who had drawn him away into his world of luxurious mansions and parties full of beautiful, terrible people. All out of love and a desire to protect him. It hadn’t quite worked out like that… but he couldn’t blame Suzy for trying. The pretty, privileged creature was fast becoming one of the most naive, but lovable people that he had ever met. Knowing now, just a little of what the other sissy had to deal with each and every day… Jesse could only be more marvelled by what a wonderful person he was.

He lunged forward and bowled the blonde miracle over onto the rest of the car seat. If this was going to be their last chance before school on Monday… he didn’t want to waste a single second not kissing those soft and quivering lips. He had learned a lot in the last few days… but the most important lesson was obvious:

His heart beat so much faster, when this cutey who’d taken his virginity was around.