Page 48 of The Best Bad Decision

Casimir stepped out of the rest of his clothes, just wearing the tiny white panties that didn’t hide his cock or hold it in place very well. He was barely contained and the scrap of fabric seemed to make him look larger than he probably was…I hoped it made him look larger otherwise we were going to have a fit problem at some point.

“What are you thinking?” Casimir ran his hand down his chest, stopping just before he got to the lacy edge low on his hips. As his fingers started higher, he chuckled and made me realize he’d asked a question.

“What to call your underwear.” With the information out there, I swallowed and watched his fingers continue to explore his chest. “I tried doing research to understand how you might…see yourself, but I got overwhelmed when I found a couple of blog posts online.”

My being bi and liking masculine and feminine things seemed to be more controversial online than I’d expected. I’d tried researching the issues people brought up but I’d given up when all of the comment sections devolved into people screaming at each other.

Rolling his eyes, Casimir sighed. “Some people make things more complicated than they need to be. I’m very comfortable in my skin and I see myself as a man. But. Women’s clothing is much more fun and I like being able to indulge my more feminine side.”

I liked it too.

“Is…is there anything I shouldn’t say?” I could’ve asked a better question if his fingers were further away from his erection. “Are…are those considered panties?”

Something about his smile was confusing and comforting. I knew, at the very least, I hadn’t offended him but I wasn’t sure why he liked my question. Casimir nodded, but I could almost hear his brain whirling. “Do you just like panties in general or do you like something about me wearing panties?”

Swallowing hard, I thought about closing my eyes to be able to think better but that sounded like torture. “I…I think it’s more about you wearing the panties…but…”

Oh.

Probably shouldn’t keep going.

“You wearing the panties.” Yes. That was a better place to stop.

Ugh.

He laughed. “If I let you answer that again and you tell me the full truth that time, I’ll let you feel how soft they are over my cock. But if you lie, they come off.”

That.

I.

He.

His expression said he was going to be stubborn.

“You can’t get angry at me for answering a question. That’s one of the basic rules of this type of relationship.” And it was one that I liked best, if I was being honest. “You asked.”

I wasn’t sure if he needed the reminder and the way he climbed up on the bed and knelt in front of me didn’t give me much to go on.

It was certainly distracting, though.

Chapter 15

Casimir

Getting full responses out of him was like pulling teeth, but after seeing the women he’d spent the last few years around, I could understand it better.

“I want to feel your hands on me, baby, but I can’t get that unless you behave.” Framing it as giving me what I wanted made it easier and I could see his shoulders losing their tension as his gaze dropped down again. “Remember how nosy I am.”

That got a faint hint of a smile, but his brain seemed to be going back and forth between the clothes and the worry about how I’ll react. After a few seconds, he let out a deep breath and actually closed his eyes like a kid who thought he’d disappear if he couldn’t see what was going on around him.

“I ended up living with mostly art students when I was in college. We had to fill out surveys to help match us with roommates and I always ended up living with the strangest people.” Atlee’s face scrunched up like he still couldn’t figure it out.

I could, but we didn’t need to address that at the moment.

“My roommate my junior year was…well, he was on the more feminine—and probably submissive side of things—and he liked panties.” Atlee’s confused expression got more stressed. “And changing in front of me possibly?”

Oh yeah.