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Chapter Twenty-four - Packing Up My Old Life
I woke up the next morning with the dildo still embedded fully inside of
me. I stood to go to the bathroom. It felt so weird to walk with the
cock up my ass. Because of my chastity cage, I had to sit to pee. When
I pulled my panties down, the dildo began to slide free. I dropped it on
the shower floor to wash when I took my shower.
I showered and shaved and then got dressed. Today was going to be a day
of work, so I picked out a pair of plain, white bikini panties, and a
white slip. Then I dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt and
tennis shoes. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, toasted
a few English muffins, and then began to get organized to tackle the
packing job.
As I drove to the U-Haul center to buy some boxes, tape and packing
material, my phone rang. I figured it must be Grace, finally calling me.
But it wasn't. It was Mandy.
"Danni?" she greeted me. "It's Mandy."
"Oh! Hi Mandy! How are you?"
"Great! Hey! Grace asked me to call."
"Uh, yeah," I replied. "So? Is it okay?"
Mandy laughed on the other end of the phone.
"Is what okay?" she asked.
I was confused. She didn't know why she was calling me?
"Uh, er, Grace didn't talk to you?"
"She texted me this morning. Said you wanted to ask me something. She
didn't have time to talk. Soooo, I'm calling. What's up?"
Damn! When we texted last night, Grace hadn't even spoken to Mandy about
my situation. She was leaving it to me to ask Mandy.
"Well," I began. "I've sold my house."
"That's fantastic Danni!" she congratulated me. "Everything is falling
in place for you!"
"Uh, yeah," I agreed. "There's one tiny problem though. The buyers will
take possession next Saturday."
"Oh? So, you'll go back to Grace's then?"
She really didn't know anything.
"Actually, ah, no. Grace doesn't want me to do that," I explained.
"Oh! That's right! She mentioned that you guys were staying apart until
the wedding. To make it special. That's a sweet idea."
"Uh huh," I said. "So, I ah, ne, need a place to stay for a few days,
and was wondering if I could stay with you?"
"Of course you can Danni! I'd love to have you! So Saturday?"
"Yeah. That's perfect. Thanks a million Mandy!"
"Hey! We're like best girlfriends Danni. You can stay with me
whenever," she reiterated.
'Best girlfriends?' That didn't sound quite right. But, I suppose, in a
way, we were. No matter. At least I had a place to stay.
"Right," was all I could think to say in reply. "I'll see you Saturday.
Maybe we could go out to dinner? My treat?"
I figured that was the least I could do. Plus, not being able to see
Grace, I needed something to occupy my time.
"Sounds great!" she replied. "I'll let you know."
"Okay," I said. "See you soon."
"Bye Danni," she said, and we hung up.
Damn Grace! She constantly placed me in awkward situations. And she
always managed to make them sound reasonable - from her point of view.
I bought packing materials and returned home and went to work. I began
packing things I knew I wouldn't need at all. Working alone, with no
distractions, I was making pretty good progress. I stopped mid-day to
eat. As I was eating lunch, my doorbell rang. Thankfully I was wearing
male clothing, at least on the outside. There was no way I could do this
type of work in a dress.
When I opened the door, my real estate agent, Janine, was standing there.
She had a file folder in her hand.
Smiling broadly, she greeted me, "Hi Dan! Packing already? That's
great! Can you believe how well this worked out? I've never had a house
close so fast!"
"Yeah!" I agreed. "It's amazing! It is a relief to be getting it behind
me. What's up?"
Handing me the file, she said, "I made you copies of everything. And I
wanted to give you the name of the move and store guy I was telling you
about. You should probably call right away to make sure that they are
able to take care of you. Be sure to tell them I referred you. I send
them lots of business."
"Thanks Janine," I replied. "I guess there's a reason you're one of the
top agents around," I complimented her efficiency.
"Oh, I try," she said self-deprecatingly.
"Ha!" I said. "You're good. Can I offer you something to drink?"
"Thanks. No. I can't. I just wanted you to have that information. And
I wanted to apologize."
I didn't understand what she meant, and my bewildered expression must
have told her so.
"For the day before yesterday," she said, as if I'd understand what she
meant.
"I'm sorry Janine," I responded. "I don't know what you mean. You
certainly didn't offend me by stopping by on short notice. After all,
you sold my house," I explained.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "Not that! I meant for assuming your girlfriend
lived with you because of what we saw on the chair."
Oh! I felt the heat rise on my face. I hoped I wasn't turning outwardly
red from embarrassment.
Before I could reply, she continued, in a conspiratorial tone, "I
understand."
She understood what? That my girlfriend sometimes stays with me? Or?
No! Not that!
Protesting, I retorted defensively, "Oh no! It's not what you think," I
lied.
She merely smiled sweetly, touched me on the shoulder, and said, "Don't
worry Dan. As a real estate agent, I'm the height of discretion."
Fuck! Now I was embarrassed! She thought the lingerie was mine! Never
mind that it was. She was essentially telling me so to my face. And if
she were a discreet real estate agent, she'd be the first I ever heard
of. Most I'd known were the worst sort of gossips.
Before I could even defend myself further, she'd said goodbye and exited
my house, leaving me standing there flustered by what had just
transpired. And the worst thing was that I'd have to be in her company,
along with Rachel Stewart and her husband, at the closing. Surely if she
thought the lingerie was mine, Rachel Stewart did too. And she'd surely
have told her husband. I bet they were all having a good laugh at my
expense. Damn it! This was awful.
It took me a while to pull myself together and get back to work. I
wasn't as productive as I wanted to be. I couldn't get what Janine said
out of my head. I would never be able to face her again without
wondering what she was thinking of me. A guy. Swishing around my house
in women's lingerie. Like a si... No! I was not! 'Damn it Grace!' I
cursed to myself. I could do it for her! I could dress for her! In the
privacy of our home! But this was embarrassing. Of course, I also
realized I was the idiot who left the lingerie lying around. That wasn't
Grace's fault.
I finally managed to get back to work. The art of packing is in
continually moving forward. Sometimes it seemed like an endless task.
But, if I could persevere, eventually I knew I'd end up with a bunch of
full boxes. I worked until late in the evening. Then, tired, I ate a
quick bite and went to soak in the tub. My muscles were sore. As an
attorney, I didn't do a lot of physical labor.
The warm water felt nice. I tried to forget about the exchange with
Janine Winthrop. I tried not to imagine her whispering my secret to her
girlfriends. But that is what I envisioned happening. I looked at my
flaccid penis bobbing in front of me, trapped inside the penis-shaped
plastic grid. I couldn't imagine one of Grace's former lovers even
fitting inside such a contraption, even soft. But it was no problem for
me. I was small. I knew it. I hoped Grace would be happy with me. She
said she loved me. But would I really be able to please her?
It was nearly nine in the evening when I stood in the tub to dry off, and
get ready for bed. As I entered my bedroom, I noticed my phone flashing.
There was a voicemail. I looked at the screen. It was from Grace. I
pressed play.
Grace's sweet voice sounded out, "Hi baby! Sorry I missed you. I wanted
to check in to see how things went today. I hope you got a lot done.
Did you get in touch with Mandy? I've got plans this evening, so I won't
be able to talk or anything. I'll be thinking of you though. Thinking
of you in sexy clothes. Me too! Think of me. I love you so much baby.
Can't wait to be your wife," she concluded, leaving me wondering what she
was up to that she couldn't talk or text or anything.
But she would be thinking of me in sexy clothes. Her too? 'Her too,' in
sexy clothes? Or, me? Think of her too? Fuck!
I went to my drawer and found a pair of pink panties with four rows of
black lace on the bottom. I slipped them up my legs and settled my caged
penis inside of the crotch. Then I picked out a black shortie nightgown,
edged in pink, scalloped lace at the neckline and the hem. No bra or
anything tonight. Just some lipstick. I went to the kitchen and poured
a glass of Chardonnay. Then I went back to my room and crawled in bed.
I turned the television on, more for background noise than anything, for
all that I could think about was why Grace couldn't talk to me tonight.
Not wouldn't. Couldn't. I could not shake the image of her with a man -
someone she'd been with in the past - out of my head. For old times
sake. All I could do was picture her with her legs spread, getting
reamed by someone with a cock big enough to please Grace.
I have no idea when I dozed off. But, in any event, the sleep I had was
fitful. Friday. The weekend was here. This would be my last weekend in
my house. Next weekend, the Stewarts would be moving in, and I would go
stay with Mandy. I had no plans for the weekend. Normally, at least
lately, I'd be at Grace's, but this 'agreed upon' separation before our
wedding nixed that arrangement. She would probably be out partying with
her friends. I'd be home alone. Needless to say, I was feeling low.
Nonetheless, I got up, got dressed in work clothes, and went back to work
packing. I heard from no one all day. By evening, I was tired again. I
took a shower and shaved myself nice and smooth. Once I'd started
shaving my legs and underarms, I had to keep doing it. I hated the rough
feeling of the stubble that grew out within a day.
I dressed for bed, choosing a matching black panty and bra set, and a
sheer white gown with a matching peignoir. I slipped on a pair of black,
three-inch heels, and put some light makeup on. I wished Grace had sent
a wig home with me. The look I achieved without one was just not an
appearance I was comfortable with. And yet, here I was.
I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of red wine, and then prepared
dinner. Steak, broccoli and baked potato. Simple. But delicious. And
I was famished from working all day.
I settled on the couch and turned on the television to pass the time. I
considered calling Grace, but I honestly feared she was out partying, and
really didn't want to confirm those fears.
As I sat there, drinking wine and, really, just passing time until I was
tired enough to go to bed, my Blackberry rang. I perked up, expecting
that it was Grace, perhaps changing her mind and wanting to see me after
all.
I quickly answered. "Hello!" I said, in a bit of a sexy voice that I
hoped Grace would appreciate.
"Dan?" replied the female voice from the other end, confusion clear in
her tone.
Fuck! It wasn't Grace! It was Rhonda! My sister!
I changed my inflection. "Rhonda? Is that you?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah," she replied, bewilderment in her tone. "It's me. I didn't
recognize your voice at first. I was wondering if I'd dialed the wrong
number."
"Ha," I tried to laugh it off. "I just swallowed a gulp of wine. I was
sort of half swallowing and half talking. What's up?" I asked, hopeful
to redirect her.
"Not much," she said. "I was just calling to let you know that I'm in
D.C. this weekend."
"You are?!" I replied, surprised that she didn't let me know she was
coming.
"Yeah. It was kind of last minute. Mrs. Andrews called mom and asked if
she could visit her this weekend. Then, mom suggested they keep the kids
for me, leaving me free for the weekend. So I booked a flight, and here
I am."
"Do you need a place to stay?" I asked.
"Actually," she explained. "I'm staying with Rex. But we were hoping we
could get together with you and Grace for drinks and dinner tomorrow
night. Rex's treat. Are y'all free?"
"Uh," I hesitated. I didn't know what to say. Grace had been so firm on
our forced pre-marriage separation. "I'll, ah, need, to, ah, ask Grace,"
I stuttered.
"Oh? Isn't she with you?" Rhonda replied, clearly surprised that we
weren't together on a Friday night.
"N, not tonight," I answered. Not exactly the truth. But not a lie
either. Then I had an idea. I was afraid that if I called Grace, she
would give me more of the same. But if Rhonda called... "I bet she'd
love to though," I continued. "Why don't you give her a call and ask her
yourself?"
Rhonda seemed to hesitate a moment on her end of the call. "I guess I
could do that. Sure." She then said, "I'll call her. Is she home
tonight?"
Again, I had no idea. "I'm not sure. She may have had plans. Why don't
you try her Blackberry?" I suggested.
"Okay," she replied. "Can't wait to see you Dan. Are you getting
nervous about the wedding?"
Was I nervous? Not really. More like anxious. "I think I'm ready
Rhonda. Actually, I wish it were done." That much was true.
"Well, it won't be much longer now. I'm looking forward to being your
Best Man," she giggled, a reaction somewhat odd for a Best Man.
I smiled. I was thankful for Rhonda. "Me too," I agreed. "Me too."
"Well, I'm gonna call Grace. See you tomorrow."
"I hope so," I replied. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Dan," Rhonda said.
I hung up with mixed feelings. I was hopeful that Rhonda's and Rex's
invitation would result in a respite from my forced separation from
Grace. On the other hand, I always felt so uncomfortable in Rex's
company, knowing that he and Grace had had sex together in the past. And
now he was sleeping with my sister. He was a man who could please women
the right way.
I worried about how Grace would respond to the dinner invitation. Thus
far, she had remained firm in her insistence that we remain chaste for
the final weeks preceding our wedding. For me, the separation had been
difficult. Grace seemed to be managing fine. But, I suspected she might
have a more difficult time declining Rhonda's invite.
I finished my glass of wine and refilled. Still no word from Grace.
Maybe Rhonda had not been able to reach her. I thought of calling
Rhonda, my anxiety over the possibility of spending an evening with Grace
hanging in the balance for me.
By the time I'd polished off the last of my third glass of wine, I was
feeling the effects of the alcohol, and still had heard nothing from
Grace. God how I missed her! What could she possibly be doing that
Rhonda couldn't reach her? Or, if Rhonda had gotten in touch with Grace,
why hadn't she called me to let me know we had plans the next night?
Disappointed that Grace had not called, I decided to go to bed and try to
go to sleep. I crawled into bed, but kept my phone nearby, just in case.
It was just after midnight. I couldn't sleep though, no matter how I
tried. I kept looking at the clock by my bed, watching time crawl by.
I'd long since given up hope that Grace was going to call when, just
after two a.m., my phone rang. This time I checked to be sure it was her
calling. Yes!
"Hello," I whispered breathily, hoping she'd be pleased with my sexy fem
voice.
"Danni?" she asked, Grace herself thrown by my feminine tone.
"Um hmm," I cooed.
"Oooo!" she said. "You sound sweet baby. Are you awake?"
"Waiting for your call," I confessed.
"Really?" Grace teased. "What made you think I was going to call?"
"I just hoped," I responded.
"Your sister called," she revealed.
"Really?" I tried to pretend I didn't know.
Playing along, Grace said, "Yes. It seems she's snuck into D.C. for a
weekend tryst with my boss. They want us to meet them for dinner
tomorrow night."
"Oh!" I exclaimed happily. "That sounds nice. Are we going?"
"Ha!" she resounded. "Like I could say no to your sister? Or my boss?
Of course we're going! Looks like you get a reprieve for one night. But
don't be getting your hopes all up. I'm not backing off on our
understanding. Do you hear me?"
Disappointed, but nonetheless happy that I'd get to see her, I replied,
"Yes ma'am."
"Good girl," she responded. "Now, you get some sleep. I hear we're
going dancing after dinner. Why don't you come on over in the morning?
We can help each other get ready for our date here. Sound good?"
"It does," I cooed, my happiness increasing as I learned that I'd get to
spend the entire day with Grace.
"Goodnight sweetie," she whispered.
"Goodnight Grace," I replied.
Smiling, I turned over to go to sleep. I was still a little wired. But
at least I wasn't anxious about whether I'd see Grace. Now, I was
excited knowing that I would. Finally, sleep enveloped me.
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