Chapter 2

He wasn’t used to inactivity and whilst laying there with her was nice, it wasn’t long before he started to fidget. Andy disentangled himself from Billie and sat up, swinging his legs over the side.

Billie grumbled at the disturbance. He slapped her good naturedly on her buttocks, eliciting a giggle before he walked over to his discarded boxers and jeans, picking both up.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to go into town, pick up some clothes that fit.”

“Oh! shopping! Can I come?”

“You already have...”

“Oh hah-hah.”

She rolled over to look at him, sticking out her tongue when she saw him watching. Pulling the T over his head, he collected his wallet, keys and phone.

“Well, are you coming?”

“What, right now?”

“No, next Tuesday. Of course fucking now.”

Billie stood, grimacing as she did so. “Eurgh!” She reached up under her dress and pulled her wet looking panties down and off. Stepping into her shoes, she carelessly tossed her panties onto the bed.

Stepping into the corridor, she slipped her arm through his, leaning into his side as they walked.

Steph was on the desk, dealing with an old American couple. She looked over, her expression guarded, though a tinge of anger loitered at the edges of her eyes as she watched them head for the door.

Oh well, there goes the chance of nailing her. Pity.

Andy opened the passenger door for her, watching a little lasciviously as she sat down and reached for the seatbelt. She looked up at him.

“What?”

He shut the door on her question. Andy looked again at her as he sat and shut his own door, nodding down to her lap.

“What happens if you get aroused? That’s going to be rather obvious.”

“I wasn’t going to wear those pants. They were sodden. And would smell, when they started to dry out. Besides they would chaff once you started to go crusty...”

“What a lovely image. Also, may I remind you that some of the ‘crustiness’ would be yours.”

“I know.” She said with a wide smile. “You are right though. If you hold me too close, you are going to make me hard. So we’d better stop off at a lingerie store first, and you can buy me some new panties...”

“But what happens if I get hard in the shop ... Hmm?”

“Well, I’ll just have to take you into the changing rooms and help it go back down...”

Billie was true to her word and took him straight to a lingerie store, entering seemingly without any embarrassment. Why would she be, to look at, she was a woman, not a mid-teen boy.

Trying to be the gentleman, he offered to pay for her and she picked out some very risqué bra and panty sets. Which earned both of them some disapproving looks from the two saleswomen, one of whom hovered very close to them in the changing rooms.

As Andy typed his pin into the card reader, Billie picked out one pair of pants, removed the hygiene strip and stepped into them, right in front of the cashier, wriggling them into place under her dress. They exited the shop laughing.

“You’re terrible. You know that?”

“I know...” She accidentally, on purpose, let her hand brush across his groin. “I can tell you enjoyed it.”

He had. There had been a lot of pictures of sexy women on the walls, wearing the items on the racks.

It turned out that Billie had a good eye for fashion and he let her choose his new clothes. As they headed back to his car, carrying bags filled with their new purchases, she answered the question he had been trying to work out how to phrase.

“Can you drop me off at home? I want nothing more than to spend the night with you, but, you know, parents...” She rolled her eyes.

“I know.” He decided to tease her a little. “I’ll see if Steph wants to keep me company...”

“She is very pretty.”

That wasn’t the reply he was expecting and he turned to look at Billie. She didn’t look jealous. More resigned. Faced with something she couldn’t compete with.

“What’s up Billie?”

“I won’t hate you.”

“Hate me?”

“If you do.”

“Do what?”

“Sleep with her.”

“That’s...” Andy didn’t actually know what it was.

“I can’t get corrective surgery till I’m eighteen. And even then, I will join the back of the queue, so realistically I’m going to be nineteen, or older, before I’m made whole.”

Andy pondered that. It was quite the decision. “You really want,” He hesitated, “Your balls and stuff removed.”

“Yes.” She said it with total conviction and certainty. “I’ve known since I was ten.”

“That’s brave. Just thinking about having to make that sort of decision scares me.” And it did. He couldn’t imagine willingly giving up his cock and balls. Though It had been a very real possibility. A result from stepping on an IED, and one they had all joked about before a patrol. Trying to appear brave to each other over the unwanted possibility. Kevlar underpants was the one thing they had always ensured they wore, whenever they were outside the wire.

He couldn’t help but be a little curious. “How does that effect, you know, your orgasms.?”

“It’s not all just about physical stimuli you know.” She paused. “I would have cum, this morning, even without you touching me. You just speeded things up, rubbing me. When they invert me and carve out my vagina,”

“That sounds fucking brutal.”

“They take the nerve endings from my penis and move them into the clitoris they are going to build. So I will still have arousal from touch. It will just be in the right place.”

“The wonders of modern medicine.”

“Though I won’t be able to become pregnant.” She actually sounded sad at that. Enough that he reached out and took hold of her hand.

He dropped her off at her parents and she hesitated long enough to give him a quick kiss.

“Thank you for this morning and this afternoon. I enjoyed both immensely.” She looked as if she was going to say more, started to blush and quickly turned away from him.

Andy pulled up outside the inn, collected his new purchases and headed inside.
The check in desk was empty, a little sign on the desk next to a button. It requested those in need of service, to press it. Andy made his way up the stairs to his floor. Further along the corridor, a maids cart was parked in an open doorway, music playing from a small speaker on one of the carts many shelves.

Swiping his card against the handle, Andy entered his room and dumped his bags. The room had been tidied, the bed made. He pulled the duvet back. Clean sheets.

Of Billies panties, there were no sign. The bins had all been emptied and there was nothing under the pillows. That annoyed him more than it should, but he had really wanted to keep the panties. They were probably still in the cleaners cart. He headed back out into the corridor.

Moving the cart aside, he stepped into the room. A figure was bent over the toilet, rubber gloved and singing as they cleaned. It looked like Steph from the back. She was wearing low waist leggings and bent over as she was, the waistband of her pants were showing. A very familiar waist band.

Andy coughed very loudly.

Steph yelped and spun round.

“You scared me!”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to surprise you, but you looked totally engrossed in the cleaning of that toilet.”

“I’m not sure about the ‘engrossed’ but I was certainly ‘grossed’. Some people... “ She visibly changed track. “How can I help you, is there a problem?” The corporate smile was switched on.

“It’s not really a problem, as such, but something may have been inadvertently picked up from my room as you cleaned it.”

The smile faltered, a hint of panic around the eyes.

“What might have been taken? If I have taken anything accidentally it will be in the cart...”

“That was what I was thinking. It was a pair of women’s pants.” Steph’s face went instantly pale. “I don’t wish to appear crude, but, I couldn’t help but notice that when you were bent
over, that the lace around the waistband of your underwear is very similar. I would say almost identical. Same colour and everything.”

Steph looked like she was about to become a casualty in dire need of a medi-vac “I. I. I. I don’t know, I didn’t see anything like that, sorry.”

There were so many tells. The croaky voice, the look of panic that was changing to embarrassment right in front of his eyes. The uncontrollable shakes in her hands.

“They were absolutely sodden in cum, so I doubt you would have put them on, would you Steph?” He raised a questioning eyebrow. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. “Oh Steph...” He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you...” Her mouth opened and closed a few more times “What am I to do...? Hmm?”

“Please don’t report me. I really need this job...”

“Well, first I need to establish the truth of it. Lower your leggings. Show me the panties you are wearing.” Her face was bright red with humiliation as he slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her leggings. The latex gloves squeaked as the leggings were pushed lower. The panties were definitely Billie’s.

Poor Steph, she has no idea the cum soaked material that had no doubt dried against her pussy, wasn’t even his.

“Steph, oh Steph...” He stepped closer, brazenly placing his palm against her mons. Her hands hung forlornly by her side. “Wearing another girls cum soaked panties. You are a dark horse. Aren’t you?”

She hung her head in shame and said nothing. He easily slipped his fingers under the elastic lace of the waistband and touched her directly, eliciting a loud moan of need from her lips.

Running a finger along her cleft, he could feel the moisture beyond. He pushed, slipping inside her. She was very wet. He pulled his hand out and slipped the wet finger into her mouth. Steph sucked on it without being told to. He played with her tongue for a moment before he withdrew it.

“When you finish work tonight. Come to my room for your punishment.”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice was faint, barely audible.

“Good girl.”

He left the room and headed back to his. lying on his bed, he looked at his phone. He opened messenger.

He sent the message. Wondered if he would get a reply. His phone buzzed in his hand.