A Bully's Transformation - Pt. 10

Billy headed to biology class, enjoying the flavor of Paul in his mouth. He was a little bit nervous seeing Joey after this morning but wasn't scared really. He focused on thinking about his new friend Paul and what meeting him tomorrow morning would look like. He thought about how Coach made him feel like a little girl and even spoke to him like that. As he entered class, he sat down in his normal seat and watched as his classmates entered. Kevin nodded at Billy when he entered and went to sit near Joey. It turned out Joey was already in the class and was currently messing with his phone, so he didn't notice when Billy came in and sat down.

Class started, and Miss Roxanne handed some papers out from the previous section. When she handed Billy's paper back, she apologized for spilling her lunch on it. It looked odd but smelled familiar. He brought it close to his nose and took a deep whiff. He was pretty sure it smelled like cum more than anything. It was pretty strong and even still a little wet. Billy shook it off, put the paper down, and focused on what Miss Roxanne was saying for today's subject. It was more about how different species handle pregnancy and childbirth. The most interesting part was that male giraffes will drink a female's urine to see if she's in heat. There was some other stuff about marsupials, hyenas and such, but Billy was thinking about his next class with Mr. Stretch and the apparently large dick he kept in his pants. Billy was imagining himself as a young female student looking at Mr. Stretch and wanting to be his girlfriend. He was imagining coming to school in a short skirt and opening his legs to entice him. Maybe he would wear some perfume and stand close to him, asking for help with the material. He had to squeeze his legs together as he started a continual ache for release. He felt an attraction for Mr. Stretch similar to his attraction to Paul and Coach.

Miss Roxanne wrapped up her class with an assignment to finish reading the material in this chapter on the student hub, where she uploaded some questions. Excitedly, Billy packed up his stuff and was one of the first students to leave the class. He took a quick detour to the bathroom and hugged himself against the urinal to pee. A few other students passed through while he emptied his bladder and then washed his hands before heading off to economics.

Billy entered the class and sat in his normal seat, getting his material out that he had worked on the other night. He hoped Mr. Stretch would come over to talk to him so he could show off how well he did with the material. A few other students trickled in, and just as Billy wished, Mr. Stretch came over to his desk and leaned down next to him, looking at his homework. Billy had stared at his cock the whole time he walked over and felt sure he could smell his manliness now as he was close and hanging it over his shoulder.

"Here's the equations I did the other night, Mr. Stretch," Billy said, pointing out the work he had done. "I tried to show my work, hopefully it's all right."

"Hmm," Mr. Stretch said as he reviewed the material. Or at least Billy assumed he was reviewing the material because at the moment, he was reviewing Mr. Stretch's pants. A bit like his nickname, Mr. Stretch was wearing tight dress pants that clearly showed a thick, long bulge down his thigh. Not quite like Joey, Kevin, and the coach, but sizeable, nonetheless. It was all Billy could do to stop himself from reaching out, undoing his pants and sucking his dick right there in class.

"You do very well, Billy," Mr. Stretch said, nodding as he looked at the paper. "I like how you show work for all equations. Is good, da? You are understanding what they mean about supply and demand, yes? This is important because we will talk more about equilibrium price and other things that change supply and demand. I say before, Billy, if you need help, you text me, no hesitating. I see you try very hard this year, and I want to help you, anyway possible, da?"

Billy looked up at Mr. Stretch and said, "Thank you for the help, and thanks again for helping make sure I pass this class. I'm hoping that if I get caught up, I can take a correspondence course to make up my missing math credit so I can graduate with my class," Bill elaborated. "So it's really important that I pass all of the classes that I'm signed up for so I can do that next quarter."

"Billy," Mr. Stretch said, looking at him carefully. "You are looking different than other day, da? Maybe you get haircut, or you wearing makeup, eh? Your skin, it is looking very soft, and you are looking pretty, if that is right word. Maybe cute, is better word, da?"

Mr. Stretch appeared embarrassed at his own compliment and back pedaled in an attempt to clean up his compliment while rubbing Bill along his shoulders and laughing uncomfortably.

"I am not knowing how to say things American boys like these days," he continued, stumbling a bit over his words. "I think maybe I do not understand this so well, da? Perhaps you are understanding supply and demand better than I am understanding compliments, yes? Maybe after class, you are teaching me? Show me how this is done, da?"

Billy felt himself blushing at the compliment. He assumed Mr. Stretch didn't quite understand how to compliment him in this regard, but he took it warmly anyway. He recognized in that moment that he wanted to spend more time with Mr. Stretch, and if that meant staying after class to explain the difference between trans boys and gay boys, he was happy to try to explain.

"I'm always happy to help, Mr. Stretch," Billy replied. "I'm happy to explain anything I can when it comes to American culture or whatever. It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me."

Mr. Stretch smiled down at Billy as he continued with a slight rub on his shoulders, and then just as suddenly he left and proceeded to get his materials together for the class. The bell rang, and Mr. Stretch started discussing the law of demand, the law of supply and how it worked. Billy recognized some of the material and understood the general idea behind the theory, particularly when it came to discussing things like price rises, drops in inflation, and price elasticity. Hopefully, the material wouldn't be too complex when it came time to take the test.

Billy took notes throughout the rest of the class and tried not to get distracted by Mr. Stretch's display of manhood as he walked around the class. Billy was again imagining himself as a young girl trying to look pretty as he said earlier and seduce him into letting him suck his dick. He imagined himself as one of the hot girls in his class and flirting with Mr. Stretch to get him to open his pants for him.

As the class wrapped up and everyone took notes for their homework, Billy got excited about spending time with Mr. Stretch again after class. He then thought for a moment that maybe he wasn't serious about understanding boys in America. Maybe he was joking and just felt uncomfortable with his compliments. Inside, Billy wanted to scream out that he was attracted to Mr. Stretch and wanted to be his girl, even though he was a boy. He wanted to get under his desk and service him while he graded papers. Or take him into his office and ride him to completion with his schoolgirl skirt on.

As his classmates filled out, Mr. Stretch smiled back at Billy as he shut the classroom door and then walked over to his desk. Mr. Stretch sat down at his desk and pulled the chair next to him, inviting Billy forward. Billy swallowed nervously and felt warm as he approached the front of the classroom next to his teacher.

"OK, teacher," Mr. Stretch said with smile. "You are coming to teach me about how to say compliments for American boys, da? That they looking cute or pretty? I believe you are," he paused, "what they say... subject matter expert. So, I like to consult with expert, da?"

Embarrassed by the compliment again, Billy stood and brought his bag with him to the front of the class and sat next to Mr. Stretch. As he sat in the chair next to his teacher, he became aware of the fact that not only was his dick still hard down his pants, but it was also leaking cum. Billy took a shuttered breath as he sat down and tried not to stare at the lewd display between Mr. Stretches's legs.

Mr. Stretch reached out to Billy's face and touched the side of his cheek with the back of his fingers and asked, "What is you have done with your looks, Billy? You are looking quite beautiful today, da. Your eyes, your mouth, your face, very feminine, very soft. Did you put on some makeup today, or maybe you did something else, eh?"

"No, Mr. Stretch," Billy replied in a feminine voice. "This is just me. I woke up this way, like the T-shirts say," Billy said with a laugh. "Do you like it, OK?"

"Of course, I like how pretty you are, Billy, Mr. Stretch replied as he used his palm to caress the side of Billy's face and neck. "Did you do yourself pretty for me?"

Billy lowered his head, embarrassed at the compliment and touch from his teacher. He squirmed a little, not sure how to respond to the clear sign of affection from him. Nervously, Billy nodded even though he knew that he didn't do anything specific to look pretty for Mr. Stretch.

Mr. Stretch caressed the other side of Billy's face and neck and then down his slight shoulders and arms, making him squirm more. He noticed his other hand was gripping his hard dick in his pants and squeezing it over and over while he touched Billy's face.

"Is OK, Billy? What I am doing, it is OK, da? You are making me very excited, you can see, yes? I am wanting to make you feel excitement too, da?" Mr. Stretch groaned.

Mr. Stretch reached for Billy's hand and pulled it to his erection. Billy wasn't sure if he was imagining things again, so he pinched his leg to be sure it was real. When he made himself jump and was still holding on to Mr. Stretches cock, he licked his lips and took a deep breath. Glancing up at the door nervously, then back at Mr. Stretch and down at his cock, Billy dropped to his knees between his teacher's legs. Looking up at Mr. Stretch with innocent, feminine eyes, Billy undid his belt and dress pants. Opening them up he was able to reach in, and extract Mr. Stretches huge fat and uncut cock. Its shape was very similar to Paul's but bigger and longer. Watching Mr. Stretch for approval Billy leaned in and took the head of his dick in his mouth sucking on it and tasting his cum immediately. Breathing rapidly and hard through his nose he swallowed Mr. Stretches cock until it tapped the back of his throat. He felt like an expert now on how to service men, and opening his throat, he pushed more, swallowing his shaft. Billy moaned in excitement as he worked his lips and mouth down his teacher's shaft. He couldn't have been happier than he was in this moment sucking Mr. Stretch's cock. Within a few moments he was able to work the entire shaft down his throat where he licked at the base of his cock.

Mr. Stretch watched in amazement as Billy took his entire shaft down his throat and said, "Billy, this is something you are really good at, da? I am seeing it very clear. I will need you to do this for me every class and maybe more. You are amazing!"

Billy gripped Mr. Stretch's hips and worked his mouth up and down the long, wet shaft, knowing exactly how to get him off and get the prize he wanted in his mouth. He sucked hard, gobbled with his lips, massaged with his tongue and twisted his head around each stroke. His teacher's huge balls were already tight, and he knew he wasn't far from releasing cum into his mouth. Looking up at Mr. Stretch, Billy whimpered with need and desire, hoping to excite him enough to release his load. His mouth and tongue watered for the cum he knew he was cradling in his hand. Billy wanted to squeeze his nuts so hard they would shoot their gift into his mouth right at that moment.

Mr. Stretch tilted his head to the side and rested his hand on the back of Billy's head as he sucked on his teacher's cock. He had learned to like having his head held while he serviced the many dicks he had taken care of this week. He liked the feel of their manly hands on the back of his head, forcing his feminine mouth up and down the shaft. Once again, Billy imagined himself as a high school girl with a skirt and button shirt down between her teacher's legs, trying to get a better grade. He wanted to be a slut more than anything right now. He liked this new role he had taken on and wanted to explore it even more.

He saw Mr. Stretch make a strained face and grunt right before his balls lifted and pulsed cum up the shaft into his mouth. Billy could have had an orgasm himself as he felt Mr. Stretch dump his load into his mouth, instantly filling it with a warm tingling sensation. As before, he had to swallow quickly so he didn't waste any of the gift he was being fed. He felt Mr. Stretch flex his legs and hips as it continued pumping cum into Billy's mouth. Almost a minute of orgasm passed before he finally finished, allowing Billy to open his mouth and show Mr. Stretch how thankful he was for the mouthful of cum. Swallowing it and using his tongue to lick his lips, he smiled up at Mr. Stretch, saying thank you with his eyes and smile.

"Da, Billy," Mr. Stretch said as he collected himself. "Nobody ever is doing that for me before, and it was amazing. Is best! You are promise, da, that you will help me again to understand what American boys are liking?"

Billy nodded his head in acknowledgement and then extended his tongue to scoop up the few drops that remained on the tip of his heavy cock. Billy couldn't believe he was in this position right now. He had wanted this for two days now and here he was between his teacher's legs having just sucked his dick to completion. He couldn't have been happier, and it clearly showed as Mr. Stretch helped him stand and then brought him into an embrace.

"You are liking this too, Billy, da?" he asked hesitantly. "But I am thinking now is too late to be asking if you are not liking it, da?" He laughed somewhat."

Billy nodded and leaned into the embrace from his teacher, moaning and savoring the flavor of him in his mouth.

"Good, yes?" Mr. Stretch said as they separated. "Then is possible we do this again in future, da?" Mr. Stretch said while taking the notepad and starting to write a note for Billy.

Billy got himself together, grabbed his bag, and headed to his next class as if traveling on a cloud. He was so excited to have pleased Mr. Stretch and couldn't wait to do it again. Thinking about how he felt this morning, he wondered if he truly wanted this to be temporary. He felt like he had to almost uncover the plot against him so that he could continue it. He was afraid of it stopping now and wanted to figure out why this was happening, just so that he could decide if he wanted it to change.

Heading into class, he handed Mr. Alessandro his note and went to the table he now shared with Paul.

"Hey, what's going on, man?" Paul said with his normal cheery self.

"I'm doing pretty good, actually," Billy replied. "It's been a good day. Mostly because I made a new friend," he replied warmly with a smile to Paul.

"Yeah," Paul responded. "Agreed. I only get to hang out with Jill's brother nowadays, so it's nice to hang out with someone else. I took notes about the polynomials; hopefully, I got it right. You might have to help me if I didn't," Paul said.

"Happily," Billy replied as he scooted in next to his friend and brought out his notebook to catch up.

Billy worked closely with Paul for the rest of the period as they completed exercises and took notes for homework. He felt the verbal affection from Paul, and it warmed him as did the occasional touch by his friend. He found himself smiling at him quite a bit and wondered again where this friendship was going.

By the end of the class, Billy had noticed that Paul once again had an erection on full display in his pants. Lifting his eyebrows at Paul, he glanced down at the obvious bulge questioningly.

Paul shrugged and gave an innocent chuckle and said, "Sorry, man. I get this way whenever I'm close to you," he answered sheepishly. "I can't help it. I keep thinking about how good you are at doing what you do, and then my body reacts. It's not my fault. In fact, I should blame you."

Billy laughed then responded, "Well I guess if I'm going to be guilty of something it might as well be of turning my friend on so much that his dick swells up all the time."

"Exactly," Paul agreed. "Hey, I'm gonna be out in the lot doing my homework while Jill practices. Do you think you can come by before you go home? The lot is usually empty pretty quickly except for the few people playing summer sports."

"I'd love to," Billy said.

When the class finished, they both packed up their books and left for their respective destinations. Billy figured he had a few minutes to kill, so he stopped by the gym on his way out. He wasn't sure why he went there, but he knew he wanted to see Coach and feel that fluttery feeling he had felt earlier today with him. Entering the locker room, he took note that there were a couple of people changing for track. Presumed girls were changing for softball practice on the girls' side. Knocking on Coach's office door, he checked that it was unlocked and opened it to see his coach sitting at the desk, filling out schedules or rosters.

"Hi, Coach," Billy said timidly as he closed the door behind him.

He sat down on the same couch he had sat on this morning and looked expectedly at the coach. Billy thought for a moment that he was looking for some kind of answer, but didn't know how to ask for it. He didn't even know what the question was that he wanted answered, but he felt like the coach knew.

"What can I do for you, Baby Girl?" Coach asked in his gravelly voice.

In that moment, Billy knew the question and asked, "Why do you call me, Baby Girl? I mean, I like it, I just don't know why you call me that."

Standing up, Coach walked over to the couch, then sat next to Billy with his arm around his shoulder and replied, "Have you been feeling like a girl?"

Billy nodded in acknowledgement.

"Do you know what it means to be a girl?" Coach continued.

Billy shook his head, indicating 'No'.

"Well, that's why I call you Baby Girl," the coach said as if it were an elementary deduction. "If you feel like a girl but you don't know how to be a girl, then you must be a Baby Girl. Besides, it feels nicer calling you that instead of confused boy, or gay kid. I kinda like calling you Baby Girl, is that OK? Coach asked."

Billy nodded again.

"OK, it's settled then," Coach resolved. "You're my Baby Girl, and if you want me to call you something else, then you'll need to tell me. OK.?"

Billy felt the warmth of the coach's touch the whole time they were talking on his back and shoulder, and he knew he longed for more. Billy reached out and put his hand on the coach's thigh close to where he presumed his prodigious display of manhood lay.

"Can you tell me about what you want me to wear tomorrow?" Billy asked again softly.

"Well, I figured it would be obvious to my little girl," Coach responded. "But I'll spell it out for you, Baby Girl. Since you're my Baby Girl, my sexy little girl, I wanna see you in sexy clothes. For now, I'm asking that you just where something sexy underneath your clothes so that when you visit me, I can see what a sexy girl you are becoming."

Standing, the coach walked over and locked his door, then came and sat back down next to Billy and asked, "Do you want to show me how sexy you are right now?"

Billy nodded quickly, then bit his lip and looked at the coach with desire.

"Let me see the sexy girl you are becoming, Baby Girl," Coach commanded softly. "Show me that cute little body of yours."

Billy stood, kicked off his sneakers, pulled the loose shirt up over his head, and then off. He undid his pants and pulled his briefs down as he felt his body break out in a flush heat. The coach watched has Billy undressed with his arm extended on the back of his couch and his other hand grabbing his growing cock.

"Come closer, Baby Girl," the coach said.

Billy stepped forward within arm's reach of the coach, who reached out and gently caressed his small arms and hands before moving to his hips and legs. He ran the back of his hand up his thigh and brushed against his small dick. Billy had no hair on his body now, and his nipples looked swollen to him as he looked down at the coach caressing his body.

"Now, don't you think this cute little body of yours would look better in silk panties and a bra?" Coach asked. "I think you should be wearing all girls' clothes, but we'll start with the underclothes."

Billy was nervous and self-conscious so much that he was shivering slightly as the coach caressed his small, dainty body. He wrapped his arm around him and pulled Billy closer before bringing his mouth up to the soft nipples. While his nipples didn't look quite like a girl's, they were fatter than a typical boy's would be. He could see that they were swollen around his nipple with small bumps. As soon as the coach wrapped his lips around his nipple, he shivered all over and yelped with this sensation. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling right now. The coaches strong arm wrapped around his back and his warm soft mouth sucking on his nipple, or what he wished was a girl's tit. He felt the familiar ache in his little dick while the coach sucked on his small tit. Then he switched to the other side and used both of his hands to grip Billy's small round asses. The coach moaned deeply as he sucked on his tit making his body shiver and shake all over. Finally, while he was sucking his tit coach reached and cupped his hand over his small dick squeezing it. He felt the warmth strength of the coach's hand cup his small dick and immediately shot his small load in the palm of his coach. It was only a few spurts, but it felt amazing. He had yelped again but then covered his mouth to avoid making too much noise.

Coach leaned back and looked at Billy, asking, "Now I know you're my Baby Girl. Because I only know how to please women. And it seems like you are satisfied with how I pleased you," Coach said questioningly.

Billy moaned and nodded quickly in acknowledgement, saying "Yes," in his breathy voice.

"So, tomorrow I wanna see you wearing something really sexy under your clothes, then you can figure out where you want to go from there," Coach instructed. "But if you want me to please you and take care of you, you're gonna have to be my Baby Girl."

Coach got up and washed his hands with some wet wipes before resuming his work at the computer, watching Billy as he got dressed again and asked to be excused.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Baby Girl," the coach said.

Billy walked in a daze to the parking lot after being taken to orgasm by his coach. He saw Paul's truck in the spot it was in after lunch, so he headed over. Paul smiled and unlocked the doors as he approached so that Billy could climb in.

"What's up, Billy?" Paul asked. "Glad you came out. Jill just started practice, and I'll be sitting here for about 45 minutes before I drive her home. Got any ideas of something we could do to pass some of that time?"

Despite just having an orgasm literally 5 minutes ago, Billy was more than happy to take care of his new friend. Looking around at the empty parking lot, Billy crawled over on the seat as Paul lifted his leg for him. As before he undid his belt and pants and pulled them down so that he had full access to the cock that he was falling in love with. It was half hard and leaking already onto Paul's truck seat. He bent and licked up the cum from the seat and then wrapped his mouth around the head of Paul's dick. It was not all the way hard at this point, so he easily swallowed it into his mouth. As he had learned to do, he spread his saliva down the shaft so that he could easily swallow it into his throat. Using his lips and cheeks, he gripped and sucked on it taking in the flavor of his manhood. Allowing the head of his cock to slip down his throat Billy moaned loudly as Paul gripped the back of his head.

"Shit Billy," Paul said in a whispery voice. "You're going to spoil me if you keep coming to swallow my dick."

Billy pushed his lips down to the base of Paul's dick and sat there with his tongue and lips massaging it until it grew to its full erection. Moaning the whole time with Paul's dick in his mouth, Billy made a point of using his tongue and lips to massage the shaft and head as much as possible. He wanted nothing more than to please Paul's dick for him. After meeting with Coach and having him explain why he felt like a girl, he couldn't imagine a more perfect daydream than him as a girl servicing her many boys.

Billy began his now expert method of sliding his mouth and throat up and down Paul's shaft. He could feel it pulse in response to his ministrations, and he knew even though he had already cum earlier today he would make him cum again in short order.

"Oh my gosh, Billy," Paul said. "You're so fucking good at sucking my dick I swear I'm almost ready to blow my load right now. Fuck you're so good at it."

Billy sucked and sucked making faster and longer trips up and down the shaft of Paul's needy cock. He wanted his cum again, in fact he wanted his cum all the time. He wanted Paul to be fucking him in the throat every day as much as possible.

Finally, he felt Paul's balls lift and his cock tighten knowing it was about to release. He sucked his way back to the top and stroked Paul's dick while sucking on the top third of it. He stroked quickly, his hands making a wet sound as he went up and down the shaft of Paul's cock covered in his spit. Continuing this, Billy felt it release, and he opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and allowed it to enter his throat and mouth. This was what he had grown to love over the past few days, his mouth and throat full of cock and cum. Paul filled Billy's mouth at least three times with cum before he finally settled down to a dribble. Putting his head back dramatically on the headrest, Paul took a deep breath, shaking his head from side to side.

"Billy," Paul said while catching his breath. "I know I said so already but that is one hot fucking blowjob."

Billy sat up proudly and watched as Paul caught his breath. He stared at Paul's cock as it softened and laid on the seat between his legs reaching over, he used his finger to dab a droplet of cum dripping out then brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Paul watched this and then shook his head a little in disbelief.

"Well now I gotta piss dang it," Paul said. "I was holding it because I didn't wanna miss you coming over. I don't feel like getting out of the truck so I'm going to piss in this cup and then throw it away. You don't mind, do you?"

Billy shook his head nervously, knowing how much the idea of Paul pissing on him or in him turned him on. He wasn't sure Paul was ready to learn this lewd fact about him, so he offered to hold the cup for him.

"Oh that would be great man," Paul said relieved at not having to figure out how to piss in the car with someone watching.

Billy grabbed the cup which had ice in it and dumped it out the window before putting the window back up end brought it over to Paul's dick lifting the head with his other hand and setting it inside the cup. Billy was completely enamored with this process mostly with the heavy long cock he was picking up and putting inside the cup. He watched closely while Paul relaxed and let his piss flow into the cup. It flowed hard and splashed somewhat but then started to fill the cup quickly. It was a big cup, but it didn't take long for Paul to get to the point where it was three-quarters full. Paul reached down and gripped the base of his dick pinching it hard and making a grimacing face to hold the flow.

"Just dump it out the window real quick and then let me fill it again," Paul said while holding his dick.

Billy did his instructed feeling the warm piss on the outside of the cup as he dumped it on the ground outside. Closing the window again, he brought the cup back over to Paul and let him start to fill it again. Billy was turned on by the vibrations of his piss filling the cup and the warmth he felt on his fingers as it filled again. Once again at three-quarter full, Paul gripped his cock and made his grimacing face to stop the flow. Billy dumped it outside the window again and brought it back to Paul's dick one more time. This time, it filled about halfway as he finished with a long sigh. Resting his head on the headrest again, he took a deep breath as Billy dumped the cup out the window as before. Billy leaned down and sucked on the head of Paul's dick tasting a few droplets of piss as he sucked it clean for him. Sitting up and looking at Paul with his innocent eyes, Paul just looked back at him in surprise.

"Wow man," Paul said. "Now I'm going to say Jill has never done that or even hinted that she would do that. That was kinda hot, I'm not gonna lie. Here, help me put my pants back on."

He asked out of the blue, "Are you OK with everything that has happened this week, uh, with me?" Billy asked while helping Paul with his pants, socks and shoes.

"Of course!" Paul said. "It's been freaking awesome."

"I'm still trying to figure everything out," Billy continued. "I mean, I know we talked earlier about me looking kind of like a girl. What if I were more like a girl? I mean, I know I can't just be a girl, but what if I looked more and more like a girl? Would that be OK with you?"

"Dude, I'm gonna be honest," Paul replied. "I have never been interested in boys. The only way I can rationalize what has happened this week is that I don't really see you as a boy. I hope that's OK. I think that's what I was trying to talk about earlier, but I don't want to freak you out or anything. I kind of like the arrangement we have at the moment."

"Me too," Billy said. "I like it, but I'm scared of the changes in my body and not knowing what's causing them."

"No, Billy. I'm good with whatever's happening with you," Paul said. "Unless it blows up on me and Jill. I like you as a friend and as a friend with benefits, to be honest. I think as long as we keep talking to each other about it, we'll figure out how to navigate it.

"OK," Billy replied. "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"I certainly hope so," Paul said with a smile.