Page 36 of Always the Baker

We talked about our hobbies and interests, not paying much attention to the TV.

Billie’s phone vibrated. She glanced at it, and a frown covered her face.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s… it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

My head shook, and I watched as Billie stood up, phone in hand. “Hey, Mom,” she answered, her voice tight. “No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine. I told you, I’m just… visiting a friend.”

I tried not to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing snippets of her conversation. Something about bills and her mom needing help. Billie’s responses were clipped, tense.

“I’ll be home soon, okay? Don’t worry. I’ll get it under control,” she said finally, ending the call.

As Billie returned to the couch, I noticed the worry lines creasing her forehead. The cowboy hat covering her head was removed as she plopped down into her seat with a loud exhale. She was trying to hide it, but something had clearly been bothering her for a while now. I wanted to ask, to help if I could, but I didn’t want to pry. Instead, I decided to lighten the mood.

“So, about those painting skills of yours… Think you could do a portrait of me? I’ve always wanted to be immortalized in art.”

She laughed and scooted closer to me, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Trust me, you don’t want that. I don’t do portraits for a reason. I’ll have you looking likeLittle Bill.”

It took me a second to think back on whoLittle Billwas, and when I remembered, I released a bark of laughter. As funny as that was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. “I see you got jokes, but are you good? That call sounded pretty intense.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just some family stuff.”

Her eyes darted around as she spoke. I’d seen that look before… on fans trying to sneak backstage, on industry people fishing for inside info. On women holding back. On men trying to use me to get forward. It was the look of someone hiding something.

I debated pushing it. On one hand, I barely knew Billie. On the other hand, I felt weirdly protective of her already. In the end, I decided to let it slide... For now.

“Well, if your family needs anything, let me know,” I offered. “I’ve got connections all over the place.”

“Thanks,” Billie mumbled, fidgeting with the hat next to her. I didn’t think she could get sexier than she was in that dress, but when she put that hat on after the wind picked up, I was in love. “So, um, tell me about your next album. Any big collaborations planned?”

I started my usual spiel about the upcoming record, but part of my mind was still stuck on that phone call. What was Billie hiding? And why did I care so much?

I’d known her for all of five minutes, but something about her pulled at me.

Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure… I wanted to know more about Billie Hopkins.

The Next Evening

We headedout to a little bistro I frequented often for a late dinner, just a few blocks from my place. Billie’s eyes were wide as she took in the city lights, the honking cars, the constant stream of people. I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. She said she was from here, but she couldn’t have lived here for long, because this was her reaction every time we went out. Those small town, country roots she mentioned were still sprouting, no matter how she tried to hide them.

My hand slipped between her thighs as I relaxed in the back seat of the town car. She wanted to cruise through the mountains after dinner, so since I’d be driving then, I wanted a break on the way to dinner. I asked her if she wanted to drive one of my cars and she made me laugh when she said she didn’t drive cars with names she couldn’t pronounce.

When Billie spread her legs, I looked over at her. My dick instantly began to harden. Just touching her and looking at her was enough to arouse me. Having a quickie wasn’t my intention, but I’d never deny either of us.

“What you doing?” I checked.

“Giving you more room.”

“Mm.” Sliding my hand up higher, I swallowed hard, feeling the warmth and wetness sitting at the seat of her panties. “What you over there thinking about that’s got you wet like this?”

Billie laughed as she leaned slightly to unbutton my slacks. “Being here with the man of my dreams. Every time I think about the time we’ve spent together, every time I look at you, my heart skips a beat or my pussy leaks.”

She caught me so off guard with the truth I didn’t have an immediate response. It didn’t seem to matter because she lowered herself and took my dick into her mouth. Her head was so sloppy I had to pause to lower my pants more. Relaxing further in the seat, I took a handful of her braids to try and guide her movements, but it wasn’t needed. Billie’s head game was phenomenal.

I didn’t have to coach her. She experimented and gave more of what got any type of reaction out of me. All it took was a brief confirmation of, ‘just like that,’ or ‘yeah, sweetheart, that’s so fucking good’ and she’d go in.

Grunting as my stomach clenched, I slid my fingers into her panties to toy with her wet pussy until my cum shot down her throat. I pulled her onto me, pushing her panties to the side. As she slid down, my eyes almost rolled into the back of my head. I’d slept with numerous women over the years, but Billie’s pussy wasn’t just pussy. Billie’s pussy felt like home.

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