This is a snippet from a larger story. You can read [Day 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/BlkFenix89/comments/i5ki9g/darys_doubts_day_1_part_1/) here. Enjoy!
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Everyone’s been pretty stressed since the lockdown was announced, so I think this morning I’m going to surprise the girls with a big breakfast like my dad used to do for me. It’s the least I can do, plus it feels great taking care of everyone.
As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed a surprisingly dressed down BiBi. There were no fake lashes, nails, pink hair, or even breast forms. Her face was instead framed by a short pixie cut, revealing the soft features of her face. This was hands down the cutest I’d ever seen her. She looked all the part of a petite punk girl with the dark eyeshadow and lipstick she still wore. She was leaning against the counter beneath the mugs. One of which she now held cradled in her slate grey tipped fingers as steam rose filling the room with lavender. She was wearing a fuzzy seafoam green robe. Quite casually I might add. The knot, that was more or less holding it closed, loose. It seemed that the slightest tug would leave BiBi’s obviously bare chest exposed. My mind ran through options of what panties she’d be wearing today, settling on something innocent and cotton adding to her more subdued look.
“Morning! Didn’t peg you for an early bird.” Having grown quite used to BiBi’s allure, I was able to keep from drooling when I spoke.
“Actually, I was just about to head to bed,” her voice was softer than usual. She obviously had had a long night.
“Ah, yeah the nightly grind. What are you kids calling it nowadays, devil hour?” I asked sarcastically.
She exhaled a short laugh and punctuated it with an eye roll. The proper response to any good dad joke. She pursed her lips and gently blew on the steaming mug then took a slow sip. The innocuous action drawing my eyes to her full lips. Even without her breast forms and usually bubblegum pop veneer I found myself once again being drawn to BiBi’s raw sexuality.
“It’s ‘demon time’ old timer. Y’know all the high rolling pervs are up late. Gotta wait for their wives and families to go to sleep first,” she joked.
I chuckled knowing how true that was. As I began to grab ingredients for pancakes I let my eyes wander over BiBi’s body. She was the image of femininity. The subtlety of this new look was working for me in a way that her usual flashy style never would. I caught BiBi’s eye then. I turned my attention back to the cabinet, trying to look busy.
“So…” she began to question, “what do you think of my look?”
“You look good.” I tried to sound like I didn’t want to bend her over the counter at this very moment.
She had a half smile on her face as she studied me. It seemed that I would not be able to play coy this time.
“Is that all? Good? I know you can do better than that.” she pressed.
I sighed “Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I prefer this you over the Barbie version. This look is less ‘in your face’ and without the hair and makeup I can appreciate how cute you really are.”
“Wait, really? My haircut’s not too boyish for you?”
“Not at all. It’s got that pixie-dream girl-tomboy feel.”
“What about my breasts? I know how much you enjoyed watching me bounce around the house.”
“Haha. You noticed?”
“Of course, why do you think that I kept them on for so long?”
“I didn’t know, never really crossed my mind.”
“Hmm, men. So you do miss them?” She raised an eyebrow as she ran her hand up her flat stomach. To her formless chest. The motion caused her robe to fall completely off her right shoulder, exposing a band-aid covered nipple. Her dark areolas were still exposed. Even covered I could see how perky her nipples were. Obviously still hard from her nightly work. Unable to be covered completely by the band-aid. The contrast between her dark areolas and honey hued skin set me on edge. I could feel my penis starting to stiffen at the mere sight of her.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” she said.
Before I could form a response, she closed the gap between us. Coming close enough that I could smell her sweet scent. It was intoxicating. And did nothing to abate the blood now rushing to my quickly hardening groin.
“You know, I never really thanked you for helping me the other day.” She leaned forward, giving me an even better look down her robe. She placed one hand on my chest and then the other on my crotch.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I trembled.
“But I want to. I think it’s pretty obvious that you want it too.” She gave a look half sultry, half innocent. The fingers on her right hand slowly danced on my growing bulge. “Is it because I look too much like a boy for you?”
“No, not at all.” She started to slowly unzip my pants freeing my engorged member.
“Is all this for me, she practically purred, “who would have thought that you would be into such a boyish body?”
“It’s not my fault. Your body is just too good. I don’t care what you say. I think you look amazing,” I shot back.
“Tell me what you like about it,” she demanded.
She spoke as her hand started to slowly caress the underside of my penis. My penis was large in her dainty hands.
As I felt my eyes start to close. BiBi started to slow. “If you want me to keep going, you have to tell me what you like about my body.”
I groaned. “I’d have to say your hips. They always draw my eye when I see you. They look so wide on your slender little frame.”
With that BiBi takes hold of my shaft with a strong but gentle grip that sends a chill down my spine. She tugs my shorts further down with an obvious hunger in her eyes. I gripped the countertop in anticipation of what’s to come.
Her left hand slid up my thigh and she began to massage my tightening sack. “You feel so full. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure you leave empty and satisfied.” I knew she wasn’t lying.
BiBi wasn’t just talk and I knew that firsthand. Anytime she set her mind to it, she left me completely drained.
Her pace began to quicken, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge. BiBi then nuzzled in close to me and with her melodic voice said, ”let me know when you’re close. I think you’ve earned something a little something special this morning.”
“Something special?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s not every day someone makes me this happy.”
“Happy. I think that’s my line.”
She giggled. “You’re cute but no more jokes. Today, I want to taste you.”
Taste. Just the thought sent my mind into a haze. I’d been dying to feel those full lips again. The last time was nowhere near enough.
“I’m going to…”
BiBi lowered herself as quickly as she could, unwilling to miss even the slightest drop. Her lips were unbearably soft as she pulled my member into her mouth. The warmth enveloping my head made me lose myself. Her constant stroking never stopped. As she gently squeezed my testicles. Trying to urge me to my finish. It was all too much.
I could feel the heat of my orgasm rising. My body stiffened as I was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. BiBi milking my steel hard cock till nothing was left. My eyes still slightly closed and my grip on the counter even tighter. The sound of my seed splashing into the back of her throat filled my ears. Followed by BiBi easily swallowing each spurt.
As I finally started to come down off my high, I opened my eyes and I could see that not one drop was missed.
Her tongue played across my now sensitive tip, capturing any of the remainder. Looking me in the eye as she pulled back and arose. Still ever so slightly rubbing the underside of my penis. She stood on her toes, leaned into my chest, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious. Maybe next time we could do dessert. I for one would love a cream pie.”she winked
My dick twitched at the thought. And from the smile on BiBi’s face I’m sure she didn’t miss it.
“Well,” I said catching my breath, “I’m–Yeah, I am here to please.”
“Hehe. Cute. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The sway of BiBi’s hips as she left did little to help me regain control of
my senses even after she was gone from the room. I didn’t get a hold of myself until I heard a door open and close at the top of the stairs.
Only then did I realize I was standing in the kitchen, shorts around my ankles with the head of my now flaccid cock glistening with the spit of my femboy roommate.
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