We had such a good night, and I actually confronted my fear ofthe guys at work discovering what we’re up to, so in a way, I feel morevulnerable than ever. Ready to take on yet another challenge. Ready to embracethis desire within me.
Once we’re cleaned up, we kiss and nip at each other, rub eachother’s dicks a bit. I strap into my hands-free crutch, and we head into thebedroom.
I put on my liner followed by my regular prosthesis, not beingshy about it with Jay. Nowadays, I don’t even feel shy about asking him where Ileft it if I happen to lose track of it.
When I’ve secured it to my residual limb, I say, “Just sit onthe bed while I get it out.”
He jumps on top of the comforter and runs his hand through hishair, which is still a little wet from the shower.
I head to the closet and push my way through the luggage on theshelf before retrieving an unlabeled white box from the back.
I’m already blushing just thinking about sharing this with Jay.
As I turn back around, revealing the box, Jay eyes it withinterest.
I hand it to him. I want him to see for himself. Decide if thisis really a path he wants to go down with me.
He pulls the lid off and looks inside, wincing.
“It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I grab the box,but he grips onto it.
“Just wait a second,” he says, snatching it back.
What was I fucking thinking?
He reaches in and pulls out the fuchsia-colored women’s thongwith vine lace print across it.
He grabs the strap on either side and holds it before him,studying it as though he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do with it. Ofcourse, it seems pretty fucking obvious.
His gaze shifts to me. “You want me to put this on?” he asks.
“I’m mean, you don’t have to. It’s just something I’ve alwayswanted to experiment with.”
“Have other guys worn this?” He looks disgusted.
“Oh, God no. I ordered that online. I watch a lot of porn whereguys wear panties and I just thought…I don’t know. I kind of wanted to get it.”
“Have you worn it?”
“No. I’m more turned on by another guy wearing it.”
“Oh, so you thought you’d just meet some little trick who’d beeager to prance around in this for you?”
I cover my face with my hand. Why did I fucking bring this out?
“I guess I was hoping that one day I’d meet someone who would beinterested in wearing it. But never have. Or at least, I’ve never had the ballsto bring it up until tonight.”
He studies it some more, and I reach for it again. “This was astupid idea. Just forget it.”
He pulls it out of my grasp. “I mean, it’s weird,” he says.“Like, you know that, right?”
“You’re not making this less awkward.”
His lips twist down, and he tilts his head. “Won’t kill me togive it a try.”
My dick shifts as I imagine his balls trapped behind the lace.After he notices my expanding girth, he stands up and steps into the thong.
He has this apprehensive expression on his face, and for somereason, that’s almost as hot as him wearing it. He pulls it up over his junk.It’s a snug but perfect fit.
