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Chapter Twenty-seven - Closing and Mandy Friday afternoon, Janine Winthrop, my real estate agent, called. "Dan?" she greeted me. "All set for tomorrow?" "Hi Janine," I returned her greeting. "Yeah. Just about. The movers will be here in about an hour to haul everything away. I'm going to check into a hotel tonight to sleep. And then for the next week I'm staying with a friend of Grace's." "Excellent!" she said. "Well, I was just checking. If there is anything I can do, let me know." I thanked her, but assured her that everything was under control. We said goodbye and verified the time in the morning to close at an attorney's office near King Street in Alexandria, Virginia. I was actually spending the night at the Hotel Monaco, on King Street, and within walking distance of the attorney's office. I sealed up the last box just as the movers arrived. There was a crew of five huge, black guys, who were going to move my things. Right! Like what I wanted was to watch five, big black guys grunting around and sweating, as little me stood by and watched them. Enter Fred Davis into my consciousness. Because the crew was large, it only took them a few hours to load everything. I was so relieved to have this part of the transition to the next phase of my life over with. One week from today, I'd be on the verge of being married to Grace. And then we'd be together always, and I wouldn't have to worry about whether she was with some man while we were apart. Right before they left, we did a walk-through, to make sure that everything was gone. I'd kept out a suitcase with a few things that I thought I'd need at Mandy's. I then said goodbye to my house and left to go to my hotel. I was greeted warmly at the door, and they took my bag for me. It was Friday night, a night that lately, I mostly spent with Grace. But tonight, I was alone. I wondered what she was doing. Who was she with? I thought of texting her, but then thought better of it. Why torment myself? I showered and changed. I then went downstairs to the hotel restaurant and bar, Jackson 20. I sat outside, on King Street, and ordered dinner and a glass of wine. King Street was always busy, so I occupied myself by watching all of the people. I was looking forward to spending the next week with Mandy. I was lonely being away from Grace. I couldn't wait for the wedding. I managed to get through Friday night. I never heard from Grace. After dinner, I went to my room, changed into a nightgown, and crawled into the comfy hotel bed. I turned on the television, found the Nats game, and then tried to go to sleep. I awoke early the next day, and dressed for the closing. Then, I went downstairs for breakfast. The closing was early, so I headed down the street to the attorney's office. When I arrived, Janine Winthrop and the Stewarts were already there. I greeted Janine and Rachel, and then Rachel introduced her husband, Kyle, to me. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dan," he greeted me, as he gave me a firm, military-like handshake. "And you as well," I said. "I hope you like my home." "I'm sure we will," he assured me. "Rachel likes it. And that is most of what matters to me," he said. "You know, we have to keep the women happy. Don't we?" "Yeah," I said, thinking how odd it sounded for me to be agreeing with him on marital wisdom, considering that I wasn't married yet. "Got to keep them happy." "You got that right," he laughed as he hugged his cute wife. Now that all of the parties were present, the attorney called us into his conference room to get our signatures on everything. The routine of a real estate closing always made me laugh. No one ever read every document, despite being told how important it was to do so. Who could read all of that legalese? I sure wasn't going to. We finished up in about an hour, and then it was done. We wished each other well. As we were parting, Rachel Stewart approached me and pulled me aside. She pulled a small package from within her purse, and handed it to me. "Dan," she said. "I wanted to thank you for being so agreeable to selling to us on such short notice. And for letting me barge into your home on no notice. I know we kind of caught you off-guard. So I hope you'll accept this small token of my appreciation." I assured her that a gift was unnecessary. But she insisted. "It's kind of a wedding gift. Perhaps you can use it on your honeymoon?" Hmmm. Now I was intrigued. I couldn't wait to get away from everyone, so that I could open it. I went back to the hotel to check out. The bellman brought my car around, and then I headed over to Mandy's. She still had not committed to letting me take her out to dinner. But no matter, I was excited to be staying with her, and to not being alone anymore. When I arrived, Mandy was just finishing preparing a lunch for us to enjoy together in her garden. She gave me a big hug and welcomed me. She told me to put my things in the rear guest bedroom, and then to hurry back for lunch. I dropped my bag in the room, and returned to her garden. Mandy was in a very upbeat mood. As it turned out, she was excited because she had another date that night with Ryan Kerrigan. So, that shot down my hopes of going out to dinner with Mandy. Seeing my disappointment, she apologized, but swore she'd make it up to me. In fact, she said, with a twinkle in her eye, "I have a surprise for you." We had a nice lunch, and then I helped her carry the dishes to her kitchen. Mandy noticed the package Rachel Stewart gave to me laying on the kitchen bar. I'd dropped it off there when I arrived. "What's that?" she asked. I shrugged. "It's a gift from the woman who bought my house this morning." "Well, that was mighty thoughtful of her," Mandy said. "Why don't you open it?" she suggested. "Sure," I said. "I'm kind of curious anyway," I told her. "She said that I could maybe use it on my honeymoon." "Reeaallyy," Mandy said, intrigued. "Well hurry up! Open it!" I picked it up and tugged on the ribbon, freeing it so that I could get to the wrapping paper. I tore off the light pink paper and then opened the box. When I saw what the box contained, it was too late to conceal it from Mandy. She was looking over my shoulder the entire time. I thought there must have been a mistake of some kind. She must have meant this for Janine maybe. This could not have been what Rachel intended to give to me. I looked at Mandy. She had her hand to her mouth, an astonished expression upon her face. She must have been thinking the same thing as me. I was beet red nonetheless though. "There must be a mistake," I said weakly. "Are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed. "They're gorgeous Danni! Absolutely gorgeous! And they really may come in handy on your honeymoon. I know Grace will love them." "But why would someone who hardly knows me give me such a gift?" I queried Mandy. "It makes no sense." "Maybe," Mandy said thoughtfully. "But so what! You can use them. So what the hey!" she said as she reached out and held the pink lace, boy- short style panties dangling from the tip of her finger. I would have been beyond abject embarrassment if I had opened this gift in front of anyone other than Mandy. But she knew everything. And she accepted me as the man Grace loved. So, I was simply embarrassed that Rachel Stewart would think that, just because there was lingerie in my bedroom, I wore lingerie. Would she gab about it to her new neighbors - my old neighbors? Crap! "You're taking these on your honeymoon Danni," Mandy told me. "For sure! Grace will love them! She might even try to steal them from you." Great! My wife may want to borrow my panties. Unbelievable! Seeing my consternation, Mandy came over to console me. "Come on Danni," she pleaded with me. "It's only underwear. And you and Grace have a good thing going. She loves you. You worship her. Don't let this cause you such anguish. Plus, I know that you enjoy wearing lingerie. Don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't do it. Right? Shoot! I bet most men would like how it feels if they only tried it. Some of them are just too macho to give it a try." I was still upset, but I did know, deep inside, that she was right. On all counts. I suppose I wasn't too macho to let Grace take me down this path. But I was still bugged that Rachel Stewart thought I wore lingerie. And that she decided to let me know she knew, by giving me a pair of such girly panties. I was feeling kind of pitiful at the moment. I wanted to be alone for a while, so I went to my room. I closed the door and sat on the bed for a few minutes, thinking it all over. After a few minutes, I decided to put my clothes away. I opened the closet and was immediately stunned by what I found there. Lined up on the rack, were three different, full sets of maid's uniforms - black, pink and light blue. And they looked familiar. Upon inspection, I could tell that they were, in fact, the uniforms from Grace's house. Then, looking down, I noticed the high heels that went with each outfit. I went to check the drawers. Inside the drawers was all of the lingerie that went with the uniforms - panties, corsets, bras, stockings, girdles and garter belts. What was going on? I went to find Mandy. She was on the patio. "Mandy?" I called. "Yes Danni? Out here." "I was just hanging up my clothes and found something odd in my closet." "Oh! Right! Well, I was hoping maybe you'd be willing to help out some," she explained. "Since you don't have anything else to do over the next few days. Do you mind?" Mandy wanted me to be her maid while I stayed with her. She was watching me expectantly. Hopefully. This sure wasn't what I had in mind when I asked her if I could stay with her. But, I supposed I could help out some. It wouldn't be so bad. And Mandy seemed pretty excited for me to do it. "Okay," I said a bit reluctantly. "For you." "Oh Danni! Thank you so much! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it," she thanked me energetically. "You're welcome," I said. I went to sit down to have a glass of wine with Mandy. As I did, she made eye contact and said, "Uh, Danni. Do you mind? Could you change now? And straighten up some? I need to get ready for my date with Ryan." Seriously! She expected me to start now?! What could I say? "Uh, sure," I said, and set my glass down and went to my room to change. "I put makeup in the bathroom for you," she called out to me. "And your wigs and breast forms are in the bottom drawer." "Thanks," I called back. Well, fuck! She'd thought of everything. I decided I better shave first. I took off my clothes and jumped in the shower. After letting the steam do its work for a while, I applied shave cream and deftly shaved my legs and underarms. I finished washing, and then dried off. After surveying the setup Mandy had provided, I realized she'd planned this out carefully. There was all of the necessary makeup. There was nail polish too, so I knew she expected the works. I went to the bedroom and selected a set of undergarments. I chose the white panties lined in black rows of lace, and a white garter belt to hold up my fishnet stockings. I noticed a different bra than I'd ever seen. It was white, but covered with black lace, like on the bottom of my panties. I put on all of the foundation garments and then went to apply makeup. Putting on my makeup had become routine for me. I knew what I needed for any occasion. And I'd become proficient at blending the various shades. I opened the bottom drawer and found the largest breast forms. I stuffed them inside of the fluffy bra cups. I liked the look with the rows of lace. It was sexy. Then I went to the closet. I unhooked the white petticoats and stepped inside. Then, I removed the black satin maid dress. It was then that I realized that I'd never worn this one. It was different. The neckline stopped just below the bottom of my bra. The result was that the bra cups showed. And I realized quickly that the design was intentional. I slipped my feet inside of the black high heels. They were a good five inches tall. And finally, I fitted the blonde wig upon my head. Checking out my image, I was pleased. I went to report to Mandy that I was ready to go to work. "Mandy?" I called. "In here," she called from her bedroom. I walked in, my heels clicking on the hardwood floors. "I'm ready," I announced as I walked in. When Mandy turned to see me, she gasped. "Oh my! Sissy! You look amazing!" I smiled gratefully. "Thank you Mandy." "Uh, Sissy?" she asked. "Yes?" "Would you mind referring to me as 'Mistress Mandy?' And calling me ma'am?" I didn't see the harm. "Yes ma'am," I replied obediently, dipping into a curtsy for her. "Oh yes! I like that!" she said gleefully. "What would you like for me to do Mistress Mandy," I asked smiling, seeing how much this little game was pleasing her. "Will you draw me a bath? And then, clean up the kitchen while I bathe. After that, report back to me," she ordered. "Yes ma'am," I said, thinking how quickly, and comfortably, Mandy assumed the role of boss. I curtsied, and went to draw a hot bath for her. Then I went to the kitchen to clean up. It was weird, but I felt strangely at peace with playing out this fantasy of Mandy's. When I put on a maid's dress, it was like I was transformed into some other person. I could be a girl - a subservient girl - and not feel like I was not being a manly man - because it was a complete fantasy. I loved the sound of my heels click, click, clicking as I moved about the kitchen, rinsing and putting all of the dishes into the dishwasher. I went to the patio to see if there were any dishes out there. Then, once everything was straight, I reported back to Mandy in her bathroom. "Mistress?" I curtsied. "What may I do for you now?" "Would you mind washing my back for me Sissy?" she asked sweetly. "Of course Mistress," I replied. I click, clicked over to the tub, kneeling down beside it. Mandy handed me a sponge and bar of soap. In my role as maid, it didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong being so close to Mandy's naked body. Her pert, firm breasts were floating just along the surface of the water. I helped her sit up so that I could get to her back. Then, soaping up the sponge, I began scrubbing her. Mandy sighed as I gently massaged and washed her back. As I became involved in the exercise, I let the sponge drift over her shoulders and then a little lower, onto her breasts. Mandy didn't object, so I lingered there. Her nipples reacted to the attention I was giving them, growing erect. Then, I moved a little lower and washed her pussy. When I had completely washed Mandy, she asked me if I would mind shampooing her hair. Of course, I was her maid, so I agreed. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a nice, comfortable level. I flipped the handle that activated a shower nozzle, and carefully wet her hair. I applied a generous helping of shampoo onto her hair, and began massaging it into her scalp. Mandy moaned as I washed her hair. "Oh Sissy," she exclaimed. "A girl could get used to this kind of treatment." "Yes Mistress," was my reply. I really liked Mandy. She always treated me so nicely. And I never felt uncomfortable around her about the femmy part of me Grace had cultivated. I rinsed her hair and then worked in cream rinse. Then I rinsed again, and wrapped a towel around her head to help it dry. I popped the drain plug and let the water disappear down the drain. As I did, I rinsed Mandy's body with the warm water from the shower nozzle. Mandy stood and I wrapped a large fluffy towel around her, patting her dry. She was watching me closely, smiling a fond smile of appreciation. "Help me get ready for my date Sissy?" she asked, as if perhaps that request might be going too far, so she wanted my consent. "Of course Mistress," I agreed. "Oh goody! This will be fun! I want to look really sexy for Ryan tonight. You know?" "Yes ma'am," I told her. After I dried her off, she grabbed a silk robe from the back of her bathroom door and I helped her fit her arms into the opening. We walked together to Mandy's dressing room. Mandy was doing very well with her accounting practice, thanks in no small part to me helping her land my law firm's account. She sat in front of her vanity mirror. I stood behind her, waiting to find out what she wanted me to do. "I think I'd like to go all out tonight Sissy," she said. "Nails and everything. Do you mind?" Playing out the role, I replied, "As you wish Mistress." I saw that she had fingernail polish remover on her vanity. I located some cotton balls and set to removing the polish on first, her fingers, and then her toes. Next I used an emery board to file each digit of her hands and feet smooth. Mandy decided that she wanted to use black polish for her date, so I could tell that she was going for a sultry look. Kneeling beside her, I carefully applied the polish to each of her nails. "That looks lovely Sissy," she complimented me. "Who needs a beauty parlor with an efficient personal attendant like you?" "Of course Mistress," I agreed. "Do you think you can help me with my makeup?" she asked. "Something to go with my nails?" I thought for a second. "Yes ma'am. I think so. Would you like me to try?" "Please," she answered. First, I applied heavy, dark eyeliner. Next, I sponged on a very heavy, dark, almost purplish eye shadow. Using thickening black mascara, I covered her eyelashes until they stood out prominently against the backdrop of the dark eye shadow. Using soft, pink rouge, I highlighted her cheekbones so that she had a mysterious, exotic appearance. Finally, I lined her lips with a dark, almost black outline, and then filled it in with a deep, cherry-black lip- gloss. When I was finished, she looked hot and sexy, even with the towel wrapped like a turban around her head. I removed the towel, and went to work on her hair. I blow-dried it until in was dry, the entire time working it with a volumizing hairbrush. When I was finished, even I was impressed with my handiwork. Mandy's blonde mane looked wild and free. I spritzed on some holding solution, to help hold it in place. "Okay," Mandy said then. "Underwear. Something a man would like. What do you think?" "Of course Mistress," I replied. I figured I was qualified to assist with such a request. I went to Mandy's lingerie drawer and looked around. I finally settled upon a cute, if insignificant set. It fit in with what appeared to be a bit of goth motif. When I returned to the dressing room, Mandy expressed her approval at my selection of a purple chartreuse set of garter belt, thong, and under-breast lift bra, that left Mandy's titties exposed. Mandy stood, and I helped her into the lingerie. I wrapped the bra around her chest and settled her lovely white breasts onto the ledges. Then, I wrapped the garter belt around her waist and clipped it in the back. I rolled a pair of shimmery, black stockings up each of her legs, and attached them to the garter belt. Finally, I held out the thong while she stepped inside. I slid them up her thighs and settled them in place, covering her smoothly shaved vagina. I then stood and examined her. Most definitely I thought. A man would like that. Mandy seemed pleased as well. "Okay then," she said. "Dress and shoes. You decide Sissy. This is fun!" She was right. This was fun. I was enjoying helping her get ready for her date. Scanning her clothes rack for just the right thing, my eyes settled upon a dress that I thought would work. There wasn't much to it, material-wise, but that seemed to be the point. Mandy said she wanted to look sexy for Ryan. I returned with a short, silk dress, with spaghetti straps. The silk material was died with a combination of black, red, and bluish purple that glimmered in a way that made the colors seem to be constantly changing, depending upon how the light hit it. Mandy's eyes lit up at my choice. "Sissy! I love that dress!" she squealed. She held her arms over her head to allow me to drop it over her hair without messing it up. It fit her curves snugly. When I pulled it down and into place, her nipples were poking prominently against the material. It would appear as though she were braless. For the coup de grace, I helped Mandy slip on a pair of shiny, cordovan, alligator high heels. The spikes were at least six inches. When she stood up, she was a vision. "Voila!" I announced, grinning with a flourish of my hands. "What do you think?" Mandy smiled wickedly at me. "I think, my sweet little Sissy, that I am going to fuck a Redskin tonight!" she laughed happily. I loved her joy and enthusiasm. "Then so it shall be!" I laughed with her, completely absorbed in my role as her maid. "Where are you meeting Ryan?" I asked. Before Mandy could answer me, her doorbell rang. "That's probably him now,? she advised. ?He?s picking me up here. Would you please let him in Sissy? Offer him a drink on the patio. I?ll be out in a minute. I?d like to make an entrance. You know?? My jaw dropped. Up to now, this was sort of fun. Playing a little game with Mandy. But she expected me to carry on the show in front of Ryan Kerrigan?! What if he recognized me? We?d been in each other?s company the week before, albeit with me looking like myself. But, what if? Then he?d know! Which meant, Fred Davis would know. ?Mandy,? I began. ?I, I don?t know about this.? She looked at me with an expression that seemed to be irritated at my temerity to question her. ?Sissy,? she said firmly. ?I have a guest. I expect you to answer the door and attend to him. I?ll be out in a few minutes. Now go,? she ushered me impatiently out of the room. I let her shoo me out of her bedroom, and I stood alone in her hallway. The doorbell rang again. Damn it! How did I keep getting myself into these situations? Timidly, I approached the door, summoning up my courage. But really, I was summoning up my ?inner girl,? because if I was going to pull this off, I knew that the only way to survive was to be convincing. I pushed my chest out proudly, like Grace had told me I should do when dressed en femme, and swished to the door to let Ryan in. I turned the handle and opened the door, smiling sweetly. ?Mr. Kerrigan?? I greeted him in a soft, quiet, femmy voice. It was interesting to watch his reaction. He was clearly stunned to be greeted by a sexy girl dressed as a French maid, especially with my frilly bra exposed above the breast line of my dress. His obvious embarrassment helped tilt the scale in my favor, and I seized the advantage. ?Won?t you please come in? Ms. Stratton will join you in a few minutes. Come with me to the patio. Would you like a beverage sir?? I asked, as I turned and led him behind me to the patio, swishing in as sexy a walk as I?d ever done. I was especially attuned to the rhythmic clicking of my heels as I walked, certain that Ryan was taking advantage of the opportunity to gawk at my sexy feminine form from behind me. I directed him to sit on the love seat, and then asked what I could get for him to drink. He asked if we had beer and I assured him that we did. I then turned and swished away, and to the kitchen, to bring him a beer. I selected a Stella Artois, found a crystal mug in Mandy?s cabinet, set the two items on a serving tray, and carried them to the patio. When I entered the patio, I set the tray down on a coffee table in front of Ryan. Then, turning my back to him, and bending over at the waist, I leaned down and poured the beer into the mug, taking my time to slowly fill the glass. I knew that the entire time I was pouring, Ryan was getting a prolonged look at my frilly, lacy panties, underneath of my petticoats. As I stood to give Ryan his drink, Mandy made her entrance. ?Ryan!? she greeted him cheerfully. ?I see you?ve met my Sissy!? She went to him as he stood, throwing her arms around him and giving him a warm, soft kiss. The expression on this big, strong man?s face was priceless. He was in male turn-on overload, between what I had just done to him, and then getting a look at how hot Mandy was dressed. Of course, once Mandy arrived, he lost all interest in me. Turning her attention to me, giving me an evil eye, to let me know she?d seen what I?d just done to Ryan, she said, ?Sissy? Would you be a dear, and bring me a glass of chardonnay?? ?Yes ma?am,? I said, then curtseyed for her, and went to get her wine. As I walked away, I heard Mandy say, ?So! Ryan! You sure do look nice.? ?Wow!? he replied. ?You look amazing Mandy!? I smiled, knowing that I was responsible for her look. Of course, she provided an excellent palette to work with. I was happy for Mandy. So far, so good. Ryan didn?t seem to have a clue that I was Dan Thompson, Grace?s intended. I opened a bottle of chardonnay and found a glass, placed them on my tray, and returned to the patio to serve Mandy. I decided that I needed to carry out my duties in a consistent fashion, so, once again, I set the tray on the coffee table and poured Mandy?s wine in the same manner as I had for Ryan, this time giving them each a prolonged view of my panties. I then turned to give Mandy her glass. She was looking steadily into my eyes, a playful glint lighting them up, letting me know she liked my little tease. ?May I get anything else for you and Mr. Kerrigan ma?am?? I asked. ?No thank you Sissy,? she said. ?That will be all for now,? she dismissed me. ?Yes ma?am,? I said as I curtseyed. I then turned and swished away, going to the kitchen to leave them alone. As I walked away, I became aware for the first time that my heart was beating a hundred miles per hour. I did it! Ryan was completely fooled. Thank God! I would be so embarrassed if he had ?made me,? as they say. As I stood in the kitchen, collecting myself, I was able to see through the window to the patio. I watched, carefully, so as not to seem to be spying, Mandy and Ryan sitting together. He was totally into her, and she was giving him all of her sexy, womanly attention. I mused as I considered the situation. Ryan Kerrigan was a big, tough football player. Each week during the Fall, he routinely spent his Sunday afternoons throwing men, sometimes even bigger than himself, around. He was a fierce, and feared, linebacker for the Washington Redskins. But as I watched him with Mandy, it was he who was being manhandled. And, I ventured to guess, he would do whatever Mandy Stratton wanted him to do, just on the hope that the evening might end up with him in her bed. Women were definitely the more powerful of the sexes. No doubt about it. I kept a watchful eye on their drinks, so that I could offer another if they wanted one. Just as Ryan was reaching the bottom of his mug, I walked to the patio to ask if he?d like another. ?Mr. Kerrigan?? I asked as I entered the patio. ?May I bring you another beer sir?? Mandy answered, ?No thank you Sissy. We were just getting ready to leave for dinner.? ?Yes ma?am,? I replied. ?I hope you have a lovely evening. It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Kerrigan,? I told Ryan. ?Yeah,? he said. ?You too, ah, Sissy,? he said my name, a bit of discomfort in his voice at even saying the word, he was such a man. Mandy, addressing me as they made their way to the door, said, ?No need to wait up Sissy. We?re meeting Fred and Gayle for dinner and dancing. So we may be late. We?re hoping Grace will join us, but she was non- committal. So we?ll see. Would you mind doing laundry before bed though?? Whoa! What was this?! Luckily, neither of them was facing me as Mandy dropped this last bomb on me, so they couldn?t see the look of combined horror and shock I felt at that moment. Grace might be going out with them while I played sissy maid for Mandy? And now, to add insult to injury, Mandy was asking me, in front of Ryan Kerrigan no less, to wash her panties? I know, she didn?t say ?panties,? but she may as well have. ?Yes ma?am,? I replied, fighting the nausea bubbling up from deep within me. ?Thank you dear. You?re such a sweetie. I?ll see you in the morning.? ?Good night ma?am. Good night Mr. Kerrigan. Have fun,? I added, though my heart was no longer in it. When they exited, I collapsed onto the nearest chair. Crap! It seemed that no sooner than I became comfortable with a situation, that it always turned to shit. I had been having fun playing this little game with Mandy. She was so nice. I liked pleasing her. And then, it wasn?t even so bad continuing the charade with Ryan. But now, I?m left here, all alone, worrying about the unknown. Grace might not even be joining them for dinner and dancing. But, then again, she might. And where will I be? What will I be doing? I?ll be here, dressed up in a frilly French maid?s outfit, washing panties. This sucked! Well, they were going to be late. There was no doubt about that. So, before I did my ?job,' I decided to eat something and relax for a while. I went to the kitchen and sliced some cheese, opened some crackers, added some sliced carrots and celery, and then grabbed a clean wine glass. I went to the patio, poured myself a glass, this time not bending in an awkward move to show off my panties. I shook my head at what a fool I was to have done that earlier. Mandy and Ryan were probably laughing about it right now. I finished my first glass of wine and poured another. By the time I reached my third, I?d relaxed some. It was nearly nine o?clock. I tried not to imagine Grace with the other four at dinner. I wanted to think that she was home alone - like me. But then, Mandy said Grace was ?non- committal,? whatever that meant. Other plans? Another date? Shit! If I sat here and drank more wine, I?d never get to Mandy?s laundry. I stood up to go to work. Maybe that would take my mind off of the tormenting thoughts. I went to Mandy?s dressing room to retrieve her hamper. Fuck! It was full to overflowing. There was dirty lingerie on the floor next to the hamper. There had to be at least two weeks worth of dirty lingerie! Fuck Mandy! I wondered if she?d saved it for me, knowing I was coming to stay. Well, there was nothing to do but to get started. I carried everything to the laundry room and began separating. Panties in one pile. Slips, bras, stockings, garters and girdles in another. I filled her deep laundry sink with warm water and lingerie detergent. I dropped all of the light colored, non-panties, in together, and began hand-washing them. After those, I did the non-panty darks. When I completed that portion of the wash, I turned my attention to Mandy?s soiled underwear. Filling the sink with fresh water, I picked up each pair individually, examining them to determine how much attention they would require. Experience taught me that Mandy was especially tough on her panties. And this load was no exception. The gussets were uniformly soiled pretty badly, some worse than others. I took the time to sniff each pair, inhaling her delicious womanly odors. The aromas varied to some degree, although there was always a certain aura about each pair that was unmistakably Mandy. A few pair were coated with a thick, crusty, film. I suspected these were panties she?d worn on nights she?d spent with a man. I carefully washed each delicate pair of her underwear. When I finished, I decided to speed the drying process a bit, and put everything in her dryer to fluff on cool air. It didn?t take long to dry them, as I?d carefully hand squeezed the excess water out as I rinsed each pair. I carried everything back to her room and neatly folded everything, setting them about her bed in stacks. Then, I put everything away. It was after eleven by then. I was ready to go to bed. I went to my room to change. Lying on the bed was a pink baby-doll nightie. It was adorned with lace that matched the panties and bra that I was wearing. Mandy had thought of everything. I took off my uniform and hung it in the closet. Then, I took off my stockings and garter belt. Leaving my bra and panties on, I let the baby-doll flutter down my body. I decided to get another glass of wine before bed. I sat on the patio alone, sipping the wine, enjoying the cool evening air and the solitude. I was tired. It was nice to be able to relax, alone like this. As it neared midnight, I began to worry though. What if Ryan and Mandy came home earlier than I thought they might? I?d hate to be caught dressed like this by Ryan. I got up and carried the glasses and dishes to the kitchen and put everything away. On my way to bed, I went to Mandy?s room and turned her bed covers back. Then I went to my room and crawled into bed. I was tired, but still couldn?t go directly to sleep. No matter how I tried, I couldn?t get Grace out of mind. Had she taken them up on their offer? Another opportunity to dance closely with Fred Davis? As I lay in my bed, trying to keep erotic images of Grace with Fred out of my head, I heard the front door open, and then I heard voices and laughter. Mandy was home, and not alone. I could hear her unmistakable drunken laugh. But there was another woman?s voice. Gayle?s! And then, I heard the voice that I least wanted to hear. ?Is da maid awake? I?s got to see dis bitch Ryan bin talkin? ?bout!? Fred Davis. ?I?m certain that she is asleep Fred,? I heard Mandy tell him. ?And I?m not about to wake her up. She?s worked hard today. So maybe some other time.? ?Fuck!? he replied. ?Ryan say she a hot piece ?a ass!? ?She fuckin? A was!? Ryan reiterated. ?And the little slut was showin? off too! For both of us! Wasn?t she Mandy?? ?Sissy can be a little flirtatious at times,? she agreed. ?But I?m not waking her up. Come on,? she said. ?Let?s go out to the patio. I?ll open some wine.? As they walked to the patio, the sound of their voices and laughter became muffled. So, that?s what they thought of me. I was sexy. And flirtatious. ?A hot piece of ass.? As degrading as that was, it felt oddly nice to hear. Fuck! What was wrong with me?! There was no way I was going to fall asleep now. I lay silently in my bed, thinking about the situation. At least Grace hadn?t come over. That was some silver lining. In a while, I heard their voices again. This time, they were more subdued. As if they were trying to be quiet and not wake me. That was considerate. Just outside of my door I heard Mandy whispering. ?You guys can sleep in this guest room right here, next to Sissy?s room. Do you need something to sleep in Gayle?? I heard her ask. ?I don?t think so,? she giggled. ?Will I Fred?? ?I don?t speck so,? he chuckled, his voice deep and guttural. ?Okay then,? Mandy said. ?Nighty night.? I heard the door next to my room close, and then Gayle screeched, ?Ouch! Fred! Stop that!? she squealed. But somehow, I don?t think she really wanted him to stop. And I doubted that he was going to either. What can I say about what went on over the next two hours? Needless to say, I did not sleep. No one could have slept through what Fred and Gayle did in the room next to mine. He must have fucked her five times and had his cock sucked at least that many more, as Gayle kept wanting ? no - begged ? for more and more. And though I didn?t see a thing, the way Gayle described his cock each time she sucked it, and got fucked by it, it must have been quite a specimen. Finally, after the longest night of sex I?d thought possible by any two people, the room fell silent. I must have drifted off to sleep at some point. I don?t know what time it was, but I felt someone slipping into my bed beside me. It was Mandy. She spooned up close to me, her bare breasts pressing into my back, a hand draping over me and cupping one of my breasts. I didn?t move. I didn?t speak. Mandy whispered, ?Are you awake Sissy?? I nodded. ?Did we wake you last night?? she asked. I shook my head no. ?I wasn?t asleep,? I told her. ?Oh,? she replied. ?Well, they?re all gone,? she advised me. ?Really?? ?Yeah. It?s just you and me. Can we cuddle?? I smiled. ?Sure.? It felt good to feel her behind me. After a few minutes, I felt her hand move from my breast to my panties. She slid her fingers inside of the elastic band and touched my chastity cage. ?Still locked up. So sorry. I?d love to make you feel good,? she whispered. I smiled again. Just the thought that she?d like to please me was nice. We lay still for a while longer. ?Sissy?? she cooed. ?Yes?? ?Would you mind? She asked. I was fairly sure what she meant. But I decided to tease her a bit. ?Hmmm?? I sighed. ?Mind what ma?am?? ?You knooowww,? she said playfully. ?Pretty please?? ?Well,? I replied. ?Since you said ?pretty please,? how can I refuse?? ?I was hoping you?d say that.? I turned around to face her as she rolled onto her back, letting her thighs open, readiness filling her eyes. As I scooched down to taste her, Mandy said, ?Be gentle Sissy. I?m a little sore down there.? I paused for a moment. I?d nearly forgotten. Mandy had spent the night with Ryan Kerrigan. Her room was separated from mine, so I?d heard nothing from her room ? only from the room next door where Fred and Gayle were going at it. But, of course, Mandy and Ryan had certainly had sex together. And I suppose she was telling me that Ryan was well endowed also. As I continued my descent down Mandy?s beautiful body, I fleetingly wondered if she?d showered this morning before coming to my bed. There was no obvious evidence of anything on her pussy lips. Mandy?s pussy was shaved smooth. I kissed it. Then, gently, softly, slowly, I licked her. My saliva caused her bare mound to glisten. I could feel her relax in response to my mouth. I fell into the act that I seemed most suited for ? licking a woman?s vagina. As I pleasured her, Mandy became more vocal. I was slowly bringing her to arousal. She began flexing her lips, pressing them against my mouth. ?Oh Sissy!? she cried out. ?Yes! That feels so good. He fucked me so hard last night. So hard. I needed this. Thank you Sissy! Thank you!? I felt my own penis swelling inside of its prison. Was it from being told that Ryan had fucked her so hard? Or from my arousal at her pleasure? ?Suck it Sissy!? she commanded me. ?Suck my pussy!? Obeying her desires, I locked my mouth over her opening and sucked, gently at first, then harder. Mandy was pushing against me, squeezing and contracting her muscles. It was then that I felt the first of it. A thick, slimy, glob of secretion filled my mouth. I pulled away in reaction to what I hoped it wasn?t, but feared that it was. Looking at Mandy?s slit, I saw it, a rivulet of thick, white, cream. Sperm. Semen. Ryan Kerrigan?s sperm. Mandy grabbed the back of my head and forced it back down. ?Don?t stop Sissy!? she growled forcefully. ?Suck it! Suck it! Now!? I couldn?t fight her pull. My mouth and nose was firmly locked into her now very wet pussy. I couldn?t breathe. I had no choice now. I sucked a load of Ryan?s juice into my mouth. Fuck! Mandy?s pussy was full of sperm. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked. The flow, once it began, was seemingly endless. Glob after glob of thick, stringy sperm filled my mouth. I swallowed it all. There was nothing else I could do. Mandy was moaning and groaning and crying out her appreciation of what I was doing to her. This continued for a long time. I was Mandy?s cumbucket for all of the sperm Ryan Kerrigan had filled her with only hours before. And I knew it. And Mandy knew I knew it. Finally, the flow of semen ended. And Mandy relaxed her grip on my head. She sighed a deep sigh of release. She beckoned me to move up next to her. She looked into my confused eyes, smiling at me. With a finger, she touched my lip and scooped up a bit of sperm that I hadn?t swallowed. She held it in front of me, as if to establish that we each understood what I?d just done. Then, sensuously, she stuck her finger into her mouth and sexily sucked the dollop of sperm into her mouth. ?Delicious!? she declared. ?Don?t you agree?? she smiled, as she kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue swirling around inside of my mouth, as if tasting more of Ryan. ?God!? she exclaimed, as she broke out laughing. ?He was so good Sissy!? I felt oddly displaced hearing Mandy go on like this. She knew I was not a girl. Yet, she was talking to me as if I were. As if I?d appreciate her sharing with me the details of her sex with Ryan. Not knowing how to respond to her, I said, ?Hmmm. That?s nice.? She laughed. ?It was more than nice. Thank you Sissy. What you did felt nice too. Thank you.? I smiled uncomfortably. ?You?re welcome.? We lay there a while longer. Mandy continued to kiss me softly. That felt good. I enjoyed kissing her. It was probably just as well that I was caged. I?d have had a difficult time resisting her if I weren?t. We fell asleep in each other?s arms. Neither of us, for different reasons, had slept the night before. When we finally woke up, it was dark. We?d slept the entire day. And we were each, we agreed, famished. Mandy got up and told me to get a shower and change back into a nightgown. ?I?m going to order Chinese delivery. Then we?re going to have a pajama party. Sound good?? ?Yeah,? I agreed groggily. ?Okay then,? she said, moving into action. ?Let?s get going!? I got up and went to the guest bathroom to shower. I took off my nightie and panties, tossing them on the floor, as there was no hamper in there. The face I saw in the mirror was a mess. I'd forgotten to remove my makeup the night before when I went to bed. I made a mental note to not let that happen again. I removed my breast forms and set them on the counter, then unclipped my bra and tossed it on the floor with the other things. Finally, I removed my wig and brushed it out, so I could put it back on after my shower. I assumed Mandy expected me to continue the Sissy charade for her. The water was hot by the time I got in. It felt great. I soaped up good and then washed my face well, to get the old makeup off. Then, I simply let the hot water flow over me. After a while, I got out and dried off. When I went into my room, I saw that Mandy had been there. Lying on my bed was a light blue thong, a matching full-cup bra, and a light blue, sheer, double-layered nylon baby-doll. By the foot of the bed was a pair of light blue, mule bed slippers, with four-inch heels. It seemed that Mandy was prepared for my visit. After dressing in the lingerie Mandy had selected, I applied some light makeup, including pink lip-gloss to match my nails. I inserted my breast forms into my bra cups, and then fixed my wig in place. There! Much better! When I went to find Mandy, she was nowhere to be found. I went to her bedroom door and could hear her shower running. "Mandy?" I called into her bathroom. "Hey Sissy!" she answered. "I'll be right out. I already paid for the Chinese food. Tip too. Just answer the door when he gets here and thank him." "Uh, Mandy? You do know what I'm wearing, don't you?" I asked, not thinking it a good idea to answer the door dressed like this. "Ha! Yeah!" she laughed. "Don't open the door all of the way. Give the little delivery boy a thrill. I do it all of the time!" She laughed as she confessed to me her little game. "Okay," I replied. "I guess," I added as I just shook my head in wonderment at Mandy and how she approached life. I went to the kitchen and opened a fresh bottle of Chardonnay, a wine perfect for Chinese food. Grabbing two glasses, I carried them to the patio. Despite it being dark, it was a beautiful evening. The wind was blowing lightly, causing the skirt of my baby-doll to flutter and lift in the breeze. Mandy's landscaping included accent lighting, which gave off enough of a cast to see, without making it too bright. I walked into the garden, sipping my wine. I lost track of time. I certainly forgot that I was waiting for the food delivery when, suddenly, the side gate swung open, and a young, Chinese teenager stepped into the back yard, catching me completely off guard. He was surprised as well. My hands reflexively went to my cover my private area, and to hold my baby-doll hem down. I also let out an involuntary shriek from being frightened by the sudden entry into Mandy's back yard. "Oh no!" the boy exclaimed, his eyes fixed upon the vision before him. ?I so sawwy,? he said in his Chinese accent. ?I knawck on dor. No ansa. Luk for Miss Mandy in back. So sawwy,? he repeated, never taking his eyes off of me. I felt badly for him. He obviously did not mean to startle me. ?It?s okay,? I assured him, worrying less about him seeing me dressed this way, than for his embarrassed reaction to stumbling upon me. He handed me the bag of food, and said, ?Here yu dinna. Enjoie,? he added, and then hastened back through the gate. I smiled to think I?d had such an affect upon him. When I turned to carry the food to the patio, Mandy was standing at the door, smiling as well. She?d witnessed the encounter. Or, at least, part of it. ?He won?t forget that delivery any time soon,? she laughed. ?You?ll be the talk of the Peking Gourmet kitchen tonight.? ?Ha!? I said sarcastically. ?Like I?m something to get excited about,? I told her as I set the bag down on the coffee table. Mandy walked up to me. She was wearing a similar baby-doll to mine, except hers was red. And she wore no bra, so her nipples were poking against the material. She touched me on the face softly. Leaning in close to kiss me softly upon my lips, she whispered, ?You excite me Sissy.? I asked her, ?Does Grace know what you do with me?? ?Um hmm,? she moaned as she kissed me on the ear. ?She encourages it. Remember, we share everything.? I think I must have blushed at her admission. ?Come on,? she said. ?Let?s eat. I?m famished.? ?Yeah! Me too!? Mandy began opening packages. She?d ordered a little of everything. Egg rolls, steamed dumplings, wonton soup, pork-fried rice, chicken chow mien, and beef with broccoli. It looked scrumptious. We filled our plates and then each of us ate like we hadn?t eaten in a week. Actually, it had been a day. But, still, it felt good to fill up. Afterward, we sat together on her love seat, sipping wine, our legs curled up under our bottoms. It felt very comfortable. Very intimate. Like two close friends. That she was my fianc??s best friend, nearly naked in front of me, didn?t seem weird at all. It felt, oddly, normal. What made me bring it up, I don?t know - but Mandy was talking about the previous evening, and I just asked her whether Grace ever joined them. ?She didn?t make dinner,? she said casually. ?But she did join us at the club for dancing.? ?Oh?? I responded. ?She did?? ?Yeah. I don?t know why she couldn?t get to the restaurant. We never really got to talk. And besides, the band was pretty loud and the club was jammed on a Saturday night.? ?Did Grace dance?? I asked, trying to get around to finding out if she danced with Fred Davis. ?Oh yeah!? Mandy stated with emphasis. ?Grace was in a dancing mood last night. It?s a shame you guys came up with this pre-wedding separation idea. You?d?ve had fun.? I thought that I probably would have. If Grace wanted to dance with me, instead of someone like Fred. ?I bet,? was my reply. ?So, did she dance with Ryan?? I asked. ?Ryan, Fred, a bunch of guys I didn?t know, and several girls too.? ?Hmm,? I replied. ?Why didn?t she come back here with you guys last night I wonder?? ?We tried to find her when we left. She?d been out on the floor dancing. Then she just disappeared. I looked for her. Then I texted her and she didn?t reply. I guess she was tired and went home.? ?I suppose,? I agreed. But what I was thinking was, ?did she go home with a man?? ?Sissy?? Mandy asked, concern in her voice. ?Yes?? ?Don?t worry about Grace. She loves you. More than any guy I?ve ever seen her with. You are special to her. Otherwise, she wouldn?t be marrying you. I promise.? I thought about what Mandy said. I hoped she was right. But, then, I was dressed in women?s lingerie, sitting around with her like two girls would do. And that wasn?t weird to them? As if seeing that I was still struggling with it, she took my hand and stood, ?Come on,? she said. ?Let?s go to bed. You can sleep in my room tonight.? I let her pull me along. Mandy loaned me a toothbrush in her bathroom. Then we crawled into her bed, the bed where only the night before, she?d made love all night with a man. Tonight, she was going to sleep with me, another man, but not quite. We cuddled for a while. It was nice, just being held in Mandy?s arms. It sure beat sleeping alone and worrying about what Grace was up to. I wasn?t even specifically worrying about it. I was grateful to Mandy, not just for letting me stay with her, but for making me feel so comfortable. We?d been lying quietly for a while, softly touching each other. I could feel Mandy?s breathing pattern begin to relax. What possessed me? I don?t know. But I decided to do something for Mandy. I slid down her body, kissing her as I went. I gave each of her nipples sweet little butterfly kisses. But I was heading to a different destination. I found it pretty quickly too. I kissed her smooth pussy. Tonight, I knew that there would only be Mandy. She?d been with me all day. And I cleaned all of Ryan out of her earlier. Mandy began responding to my tongue. She became very, very wet. She almost imperceptibly began moving in reaction to my licking and kissing her pussy. I ate her for a long time, Mandy content to let me pleasure her. After a while, she seemed ready to reach a climax. She began urging me to suck her, to bite her clit, and to tongue fuck her. ?Come on Sissy!? she exhorted me. ?Do me! Do me!? I increased my efforts, licking her, ramming my tongue as deep within her pussy as possible, and nibbling gently on her engorged clit. ?Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!? Mandy moaned. Suddenly Mandy tensed up and began contracting her thighs, gripping my head between her legs. And I knew it was about to happen. Mandy let loose with a torrent of her girl juice. I swallowed as much as I could, but a fair amount washed down and over my cheeks. When she completed her orgasm, Mandy sighed. ?Oh! My! God! My girlfriend is the luckiest woman alive! You are the best Sissy. The! Fucking! Best!? I knew what she meant. I was the best pussy eater. I felt a strange, mixed reaction. I was definitely happy that she approved of my skills in that department. But there was always the flip side. Especially with a girl like Mandy, or Grace even, because I knew they each loved men with other talents. Talents that I seemed to lack to their satisfaction. I continued to lick her as she relaxed. I caught my breath as well. Then, I could tell that she?d fallen asleep. I crawled back up beside her and kissed her on the cheek. I fell asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks. I was sad that I was doing it with Mandy, instead of Grace. But then, it occurred to me, that maybe Grace set this up intentionally. She knew she could trust Mandy. Mandy could be affectionate and loving to me, and yet it would always be that we were close friends, just like she and Grace were. And I would not be all alone this next week. Then, on our wedding night, I?d be ready. Ready to give Grace what she needed from her husband.