A/N: Part 2! A bit more emotional then Part 1 but still smutty :P Enjoy~

"Billy, go get the door! If that doorbell rings one more time, I'm gonna ring your bell!" Mandy's voice rang out from the bedroom. Billy hurried from Grim's old room and into the front of the apartment to open the door.

"Happy Birthday, Billy!" Irwin shouted as Billy opened the door. Billy smiled widely at his long time friend.

"Gee, thanks, Irwin. Come on in!" He allowed the young black man to enter. They settled onto the couch, disrupting Milkshake's slumber and the cat gave a strong look of distaste before jumping down from the furniture.

"So, Billy, how are you and your foxy lady doin' yo?"

"Please, sir. I've been a good girl, haven't I?" Mandy pouted. Her hair was a gorgeous mess framed around her head and her cheeks and lips shared a rosy hue that Billy just couldn't say no to.

"Yes, you've been a very good girl. I think you've earned your reward." He smiled as she tried to suppress her own pretty smile.

"Oh, she's been good-I mean, we've been good. Busy with school." Billy said as a faint blush coloured his cheeks from thinking about one of their latest romps. "How've you been?"

"I've been great! Got a record deal coming my way, yo." He smiled smugly. Billy smiled in kind.

"That sounds fun!"

"Yeah! So, uh, what did Mandy get you for your birthday?" Irwin asked nervously.

"Uh, nothing…" Billy flushed in admitting that his girlfriend didn't buy him a present this year...or any year. Irwin sighed in relief.

"Good, I was afraid that'd she'd get you the same thing I did." He handed Billy a box that Billy can't believe he didn't notice before. Actually, maybe he could believe it. He took the box from Irwin's hands and ripped the lid of, taking the paper with it. His eyes lit up and he gasped dramatically.

"Is this the limited edition Dinobonoids action figure set? I've been looking at this box since it came out!" Billy ripped the top off to take the toys out of their cardboard prison. Irwin smiled, but it dropped when Mandy walked into the room. He became entranced by her long, silky legs that were wrapped in a tight pair of yoga pants. He was drawn into her slim, curvy waist and golden hair that swished against the small of her back. Sure, his best friend laid claim to her, and she laid claim to he, but Irwin could still look at the menu, he just couldn't order.

"Hey, Mandy. How you been today, sweet thang?"

"Billy, how many times have I told you to keep Irwin at least fifty yards away from me?"

"At least 109 times…" He said, distracted by the shiny new plastic in his hands.

"So, what are you going to get Billy for his birthday? Don't worry, it'll be our secret." Irwin slid over to where she stood in the kitchen, grabbing her purse.

"Nothing." She said. Irwin frowned.

"Shouldn't you get your boyfriend something?"

"Shouldn't you stop talking?" She rebutted. "Billy, I'm going out really quick. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." She said as she walked into the bedroom to grab a jacket. Billy completely ignored her, occupied by his new toys. Irwin sighed.

"Billy, doesn't it make you upset that Mandy never gets you anything for your birthday?" Irwin asked the dull young man. Bringing up Mandy got his attention and he sat back onto his butt.

"Yeah, but I try not to think about it. That's just how she is, you know." He gave a sigh, "It would be nice one time. She knows about everything I could want."

"Like what?"

"Billy, you know how I feel about that position…" Mandy glared up at him from her textbook. Billy pouted.

"I-I know, but I read somewhere that doggystyle is one of the best positions for women."

"You read something?" She replied sarcastically.

"How about just one time? Pretty please…" He tried to coax her into it. Mandy huffed.

"Billy, I said no. Now, get away from me before I beat my words into you."

"Oh, uh, I don't really remember."

"It just makes it seem like she doesn't care, yo. It makes you wonder why she's still here, you know?" Irwin said thoughtlessly, mind drifted somewhere else.

"Mandy cares about me...she just shows it differently than everyone else."

"Well, Billy, I gotta go. I'll see ya later." Irwin stood and opened the door.

"Don't break anything while I'm gone." Mandy said as she followed Irwin out begrudgingly. Billy sighed, the air coming from deep within his chest. What Irwin had said brought up feelings that Billy has tried to ignore since, well, forever. He gets Mandy a present every year, but that's just how he is. Thinking about what she doesn't do for him gives him a dull ache in his chest and his head, so he doesn't think. He shouldn't really complain, she does lots of other stuff for him, like waking him up for school or letting him tie her to the bed. A 'mew' sounded from in front of him and he glanced up into Milkshake's soulless black eyes.

"Yeah, I'll feed you. Then, I think a nap is in order." He muttered, tossing his action figures into their box and standing from the floor over to feed the animals.

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Gee, what time is it? Billy plopped into bed without looking at the clock so he'd have no clue how long he'd been asleep. That is, if he could even see to begin with. At first, he thought that maybe his eyes weren't opened, but then he felt his eyelashes brush against something, so maybe he was blindfolded. He hoped he was blindfolded, God forbid he go blind. He tried moving around but he couldn't move his arms. He could move his legs, thankfully. So, he was tied to something. Maybe a chair; maybe he was sitting up. He couldn't really tell so instead of flail around, he sat there and waited for something. Then his ears perked onto a sound; the sound of heels softly clicking against the floor vibrated in his ears.

"I'm glad you're awake, Billy." Mandy said softly, her heels clicking slow yet steady against the tiles of the floor. Oh great, she was gonna do it. She was finally going to kill him, and on his birthday of all days too. It was probably going to hurt so bad.

"I-I'm sure that whatever I did isn't enough to kill me for." Billy stammered shakily. He trembled slightly in his chair. Mandy chuckled.

"I'm sure I won't need a reason to kill you." He felt a hand on his shoulder and he flinched. "I'm not going to kill you, Billy. Not today." Billy literally blew a sigh of relief. Then, his relief turned to confusion...what was she going to do to him?

"So, uh, why am I blindfolded and tied up? Am I tied up?" He asked curiously. He heard the screech of a chair in front of him and a click of her heels.

"Yes, you are tied up. Well, your wrists are. However, telling you why would ruin the surprise." She said and he swore he could hear a smile in her voice. What surprise? Oh! Maybe she actually got him something for his birthday! Maybe it's a surprise party!

"Is it a surprise party? I love surprises!"

"I know you do, but it's not a party."

"Aw, it's not?"

"No, but it is for your birthday. I heard what you and Irwin were talking about and I feel terrible for not getting you a present all these years." He heard her heels once more, and as many times as he's heard the click of heels, it's never sounded so menacing before. Wait-Mandy felt bad about something?

"Yo-You do?" He said. If he wasn't confused before, then he was straight upside down now. If she isn't throwing a party, what the hell was the surprise? He tensed up when he felt the delicate touch of her hands against his jean covered legs and instinctively pushed back, moving the chair backwards.

"I do. I want to make it up to you." She said. The muscles in his thighs clenched reactively when she began unbuttoning his jeans and taking out his flaccid length. She stroked him lightly, the sensation heightened slightly, but he was disappointed that he had to actually use his imagination to give himself an image of what she looked like right now. He felt her warm, wet breath against the hardening tip, and as stupid as he was, he knew what she was going for, but his body was urging him to find a way out and he pushed back more, the chair screeching against the floor. The closer she got, the farther back he pushed, though she had a firm grip on his cock so he couldn't go very far. Thoughts raced across his mind, the blindfold sending panic to shoot through his veins.

What if she bit him?

What if she got fed up and ripped it off?

Why was she laughing right now?

"You don't want me to suck your cock?" She asked teasingly. Billy felt nervous sweat slither down his skin.

"No, no, I-I want it."

"It doesn't seem like you do…" He began to fidget in his seat.

"Please, I want you to.." He choked out the words, his body still incredibly tense. She took him into her mouth, sliding her soft, gentle tongue around the veins as they began to throb. He still wasn't fully hard, the panic and fear keeping him from achieving a suitable erection. As he felt her hot, pouty little mouth glide along his shaft, he felt like he wanted something more. This didn't quell his fear, in fact, it only increased it. He couldn't see her and he couldn't touch her. His mind was sending an alarm that she wasn't there even though she obviously was. She pulled away, hand continuing to lightly, delicately stroke him. He was panting, and unfortunately it wasn't from her blowjob. He felt as she let go and a draft surround his damp body. Oh great, this was even worse. At least when she was down there, he could feel her heat. Then, he flinched when she put her hands on his shoulders and began to shiver as she straddled his waist and pressed their bodies close. She pushed his pants to his knees and he could feel their hot skin make contact when their thighs touched and she sat down, grinding her sex against his own, slowly. He began to relax, knowing that she was right there; her uniquely gentle touch brought him much peace and he started moving his hips with hers.

"That's better, right? You're not as tense anymore." She quietly stated, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning against his body, her head on his shoulder.

"I-Is this my present?" He asked.

"Part of it."

"Are you naked?" Her body was so hot that it was seeping through his shirt.

"Mhm." She lifted up just enough to be able to slip his hardness into her tight folds. He shuddered as she slide down his entire length and slowly, she began to grind. Her walls clenched him purposefully, allowing his muscles to loosen with the pleasurable sensation. She rode him, gliding up and down at a steady pace. His senses were heightened from being in the dark for so long; her heat was almost too much, almost suffocating. Her breath ghosted against his neck in pants as she began to pick up speed, their skin slapping together roughly. He tried to enjoy himself, but soon enough, his hands began to panic and fidget as if he weren't controlling them. His balls grew tight, but it was as if he had a stopper in his cock, keeping him from feeling anymore pleasure.

"M-Mandy, please, I…" He began to quiver and panic shot through him once more. "I can't enjoy my-myself if I can't...touch you. I need to touch you." He choked out and tried in vain to loosen his restraints. She slowed to a stop as his muscles twitched. He needed to know she was there; he needed to quell his oldest fear of her leaving him. Leaving them. Maybe this was it, the surprise was her leaving him and his stupidity behind. Without touching her, seeing her, it was like she was a ghost to him. He might as well be making love to a stranger. "Please, I-I can't…"

"What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me, Mandy." He whispered, a few rebel tears slipping down without his permission.

"Shh, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." His heart pounded harshly in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. She set her forehead against his own, wiping at the tears that stained his cheeks. This was completely out of character, off the chain, for Mandy. To show so much patience and gentility. Usually, she would've given up, gone home and done something productive if something was taking too long. Especially toward Billy. And his crying only ever made her more angry than she was. That's why he was always afraid that one day, she'd stop coming over. One day, she'd stop seeing him as a suitable lackey and find another monkey, so to speak. And when they began seeing each other, that made him terrified of the idea even more.

"I'm sorry." He murmured. She shushed him again, pulling the fold from his head and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs, foreheads still touching. "I ruined the moment, didn't I?" He hiccuped quietly. He was waiting for her to get upset, for her eyebrows to furrow together and her hand to drawback and slap him for doing something so stupid. And she looked so pretty right now too, her lips wet and swollen from biting them, her hair was a golden curtain over her face, and her cheeks were tinted pink. Her clothing was in a cluster on the floor, her heels were next to the chair.

"Of course not. It's not your fault." She said, leaning over him to release his wrists. The feeling he felt when the fabric fell was utterly satisfying.

"It's not?" He echoed. The confusion was beginning to slowly creep into his brain. She just smiled lightly and let him enter her once more, grinding their hips together. He took complete advantage of his freedom, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her as close as possible. She wasn't going anywhere, not if he had a choice. They moved with each other, and with the way he held her, he took control of her movements pushing her down harder than before.

"Don't stop. I'm gonna cum." She whispered harshly into his ear. He took that as a cue to go faster and he felt her walls strangle his length and she shuddered against him. He allowed her the time to recover, letting her slump against him.

"Do you feel better?" She asked. He nodded his head. "Do you still want to try it from behind?"

"Really?" He couldn't suppress the smile that stretched across his face. She stood up from her position.

"I think it's time you put some work in.." She said breathlessly, taking his hand and pulling him up from the chair. He stood eagerly, watching with excitement as she climbed onto the chair and he shuffled up behind her. She leaned against the backboard, her hands resting along the top. He took her hips into his hands, caressing her soft flesh and admiring her pert little bottom. Taking the time to pull his shirt off and letting his pants follow, he leaned over her body and pushed up against her heat. His hand grabbed the space of the chair top between her own hands and he wrapped his arm around her as he pushed through her constantly constricted walls. He thrusted slowly, keeping a nice, steady pace and she released a relaxed moan. She reached back with one hand, opening herself a little bit wider and Billy took a chance, placing his hand over hers on the backboard.

"This is a lot better than a surprise party." He laughed, feeling her push back against his groin. To watch her, to feel her, push back against him and know that she liked it was relaxing to him. Her ass jiggled slightly with the force and the cutest little moans escaped from her. And the way she was opening herself was nice, her delicate, pink little butthole clenched with their movements and he got the urge to stick a finger in there, but didn't. Maybe one day, she'd let him in there too. Yet, as fun as watching her was, he wanted release, now that he wasn't so incredibly scared. He tightened his hold on the backboard and gripped her hip harder, using the leverage to thrust into her harder. He angled himself downward, aiming for her g-spot. He didn't know a lot of things but Mandy made sure he remembered where that was. She released her grip on herself and reached back to hold onto Billy's hip.

"Yes, right there. That's it.~" She dug her nails into his skin. The chair went from screeching to banging against the floor as the force of his thrusts lifted the chair and slammed it back down. Let's hope the downstairs neighbors don't complain. Sweat glistened and dripped from his pores; he's not used to so much exercise. His balls grew taut and heavy but there would be hell to pay if he came before she did. He reached between her legs, pressing his fingers into her clit and rubbing in harsh circles; Mandy made completely sure he knew where that was too. She arched her back, pushing harder against him and urging him on with her 'yes's' and 'oh god's'.

"Oh~ I'm cumming." She gasped, her remaining breath catching in her throat and she pulled him against her. Her legs and hands quivered and her calves wrapped themselves around his knees. Billy felt himself cum in spurts inside of her, his knees wobbling and small groans coming from his chest. They stayed like that for a second or two, forcing oxygen into their lungs.

"W-was that my present?" He asked. She backed off of the chair, standing on shaky legs.

"What else do you want, a cookie?"

"Do you have one?" He perked up at the thought of cookies. She glared at him, but there wasn't much anger behind it. "Are we gonna shower together or…?"

"Not if you keep talking and not walking. I'm getting in whether you follow or not." She picked up her clothing from the floor. "Actually, put the chairs back before you join me." Billy nodded, grabbing the chairs and shuffling clumsily to put them at the table. So, maybe she didn't get him a six speed mountain bike or a marshmallow gun or anything like that, but she thought about him and what she did give him was so much better. And when he remembered the look in her eyes when she tried to calm him down, that gentle, loving look in her eyes, everything that Irwin said didn't matter anymore. He knew Mandy cared about him, she just showed it differently than everybody else.