Chet’s Girlfriend

Fingers intertwined with those of his new friend, Jon found himself being walked quickly through the town. Soon they turned a corner and everything changed. Gone were the store fronts, instead Jon found himself walking through a suburban neighbourhood, large elm trees lining the street providing comfortable shade. The houses they passed were sizeable, much bigger than his back home. His new friend must be well off!

“I really appreciate you helping me out,” Jon said, his unbound breasts bouncing wildly as he struggled to keep up, “but I don’t even know your name.”

“Chet,” the young man said, squeezing his hand, “you?”

“I’m Jon,” he replied, returning the squeeze.

As they made their way through the neighbourhood, Jon could feel his hair arranging itself atop his head. He hadn’t even thought about how messy it must have looked. Once again he was glad that he had received the gift of ever-styled hair from the man in the kissing booth. He made a mental note to check out his reflection after they had arrived at Chet’s place. Jon was always curious about what masculine style he was being gifted with. Pigtails? French braid? Pixie cut? There was no way to tell until they had arrived.

“Here we are,” Chet announced, stopping short in front of a large Tudor-style home with two cars in the driveway. There was a sizeable yard with will manicured grass out front, and a fountain in the centre of it, spraying water into its basin. Both cars, Jon noted, were Mercedes Benz.

“You live here?” Jon said, in awe of the opulence of the house.

“Me and my family,” Chet said, still holding tight to Jon’s hand, pulling him up the walk to the front door.

“Mom! Dad! Allison! I’m home!” Chet shouted as he walked into the house, Jon beside him.

After a moment a tall attractive middle aged woman walked into the hallway. She had long dark hair, an upturned nose, and was wearing a yoga outfit. Jon had seen so few women in Girl World that he was momentarily speechless.

“There’s no need to yell, Chet,” she said through a smile, “I’m not sure how many times I have to tell you that.”

She turned to Jon.

“And what do we have here?”

“This is Jon,” Chet said, squeezing Jon’s hand again, “my new girlfriend.”

“Is she?” The woman’s grin got bigger, eyeing Jon’s state of undress, “Have you two already been…”

“No, I found her like this,” Chet explained, “she needs to clean up and get dressed.”

“Some of Allison’s outfits might fit, but they'll be tight around…” she reached out with both hands and cupped Jon’s new chest.

It had been so long since Jon was touched by a woman. It was divine, electric even, but still, something felt wrong about it. Hadn’t Chet been the one who had brought him home to take care of him? Was it rude for Jon to pay too much attention to Chet’s mom?

Jon stepped back from the older woman and cuddled up to Chet, pressing his breasts into the young man’s arm. He didn’t want his new friend to feel left out, ignored. No, Jon understood loyalty, and would gladly chose his friend over temptation.

“You’d better take her upstairs,” Chet’s mom said, “She looks like she’s getting impatient.”

“Thanks mom!” Chet said, squeezing Jon’s hand again, pulling him toward a large staircase.