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For Friends and Family Part 16 - Secrets and Lies
Hi Candyb, you will get your wish, maybe not in this episode but I have a
plan circulating around my head to write it in, sorry to tease.
I was still in heaven when his limp manhood slipped out of me; I could
actually feel everything that was happening to me.
He took his weight back onto his elbows and stroked my face as I was
still in ecstasy; as far as I was concerned I had died and gone to
heaven.
He gently kissed my lips, slowly bringing me down to earth, I opened my
eyes and looked into his, my slender arm curled around his neck and I
pulled him to me saying, "I love you." That was it pure and simple, he
looked at me with so much love in his eyes and whispered, "And I love
you, so very, very much."
He slid off me, taking me into his arms, holding me close, stroking and
caressing my trembling body.
As I calmed down, I snuggled close to him snuffling into him relishing
his wonderful man scent.
Stroking my hair he said, "I hate to be practical here, but it's after
two and we have to be in the office at ten." Smiling up at him I
retorted, "typical man, have your evil way then want to go to sleep."
Looking indignant he protested, "No, it's not that, but you have to make
a good impression, it's the first time you will have met the board" I
snuggled into him pouting and saying, "Well ok but please be here when I
wake up."
He promised me faithfully that he would be here kissing me to seal his
promise.
I slipped out of bed to get ready for sleep, taking my make up off,
douching, putting intensive night renewal cream on and of course brushing
my hair, before I started brushing I put an ivory silk nightdress on with
lace around the bodice spaghetti straps it draped down to mid calf.
As I brushed my hair I watched his reflection in the mirror, wondering if
I had done the right thing, after all underneath this exterior, I was
still a man, was I horrid in leading him on like this?
From the bed he asked "do you brush your hair every night?" I smiled at
him replying, "every night, and morning, doing this is so calming and
therapeutic, also it makes my hair shine."
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, when he came out he stood
behind me and asked, "Can I brush it for you?" Without saying a word I
handed him my brush and he started brushing my hair, I said to him, "I
hope you are keeping count."
"Why?" he asked.
"Well one hundred strokes is what I do, when you took over I was at
seventy six."
Grinning he answered, "Well I'm up to ninety now." He gave me the final
strokes and handed me the brush, I swivelled around on the vanity stool
and put my arms around his waist, resting my head on his six pack, I
noticed that someone was getting excited again, I just couldn't resist so
I caressed his rapidly stiffening member with my finger nails, smiling to
myself as it twitched under my ministrations.
The livid purple head of his shaft was ready for my lips, so I lowered my
head and licked around his shaft, I heard him moan softly, my tongue
continued licking while my nails ever so gently caressed his balls and
scratched his rampant manhood.
Opening my mouth I started to take his gorgeous dick into my mouth,
sucking and licking, making sure he was well lubricated with my saliva,
as his shaft touched the back of my throat I gagged slightly, but I was
determined to please my man fully, soon I was sucking and moving up and
down the shaft that gives a woman so much pleasure, his moaning increased
as he stroked my bobbing head, whispering my name and telling me that he
loves me, all too soon his moaning increased and he breathed "Nichola I'm
Cumming oh god I'm Cumming" I was determined to taste my lovers seed so
redoubled my efforts, I felt him pulse then his seed hit the back of my
throat, greedily I swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop of his precious
semen.
As his tidal wave stopped I started licking his rapidly deflating dick
clean, he slid his hands under my arms and drew me up towards him,
kissing me passionately.
"Was that good?" I whispered, he looked at me with so much love saying,
"I love and adore you Nichola MacKinnon, so very, very much."
With that he walked me to the bed, getting in I anxiously asked him,
"You'll be here when I wake up?"
Gently kissing me he whispered, "I'll wake you with a kiss my love." Then
spooning up to me, one hand cradling my breast we fell asleep.
I was awoke by a gentle kiss on my lips, moaning I opened my eyes to see
Brett lying there his head resting on his hands, looking at me intently.
"Hi beautiful," he whispered.
"Hi yourself," I answered with a smile. "What are you looking at?" I
continued.
"You," he answered. "I've been watching you while you were sleeping, it
reminded me of the Bon Jovi song."
I smiled up at him and answered, "And I was dreaming of you while I was
sleeping."
Grinning he said, "You know the track?"
"Of course I do," I responded, "but what time is it?"
"Oh," he said, "seven thirty. We've got to be ready in two hours, so I
thought I had better wake you." I stretched my arm around his neck and
drew him to me kissing him passionately, mumbling through the kiss, "It's
a shame we don't have more time."
He stroked my face saying, "They'll be other times - I hope, but you have
to impress today sweetheart."
"I know, I know, but you can bet your sweet ass that they'll be other
times," I told him climbing out of bed.
Brett started dressing as I went into the bathroom, I kissed him
passionately whispering "see you down stairs darling" he left to get
changed and I shot into the shower.
I completed my morning routine then decided what I was to wear, going to
work made it easy, a smart business suit. So I selected a taupe single
breasted suit, straight pencil skirt and a fitted jacket, the suit was in
a wool silk mix, a cream silk blouse with a modest neckline that ties
with a silk bow, my shoes were cream court's with a 3" stiletto heel,
being tall I had to take care what size heels I wore, since I have been
living as Nichola I have grown to love heels of 4" and above, but this
makes me over 6' tall, which some insecure men find intimidating, hence
my preference for tall men, or men that are shorter than me but secure in
their own body size.
I was down at breakfast for 8:45, grabbed coffee and toast and was ready
for the car picking us up at 9:45.
Amy made the comment that I looked like a woman who had been satisfied
last night, I blushed and said nothing, then Brett arrived looking like
the cat that had got the cream and Amy simply said, "Ahhh, now I
understand." Amy was dressed casually as she was exploring New York on
her own, as Brett was in the office with us, Fiona and I were dressed for
the office, every bit the professional girl.
As we left, Brett told Amy that the car (and driver) was hers for the day
and should be back shortly after 10. He suggested that the driver take
her for a tour of the city and surrounding area, as long as he was there
to pick us up by 4 when we finished.
It was a short drive to the head office, both Fiona and I told Brett that
we could easily walk the distance, so he simply shrugged and agreed. When
we got to the office we went through the security, fingerprint screening
and I went up to the global R & D section, Fiona went to the HR and Brett
went to his bosses office in security, he told us he would meet in in the
foyer at four.
I met with my immediate boss Charles Winton, he briefed me on the
strategy the company was to pursue for the next period, asked me how
things were going, commented that he was surprised that I was going into
the London office on my official time off, but said that he knew I
wouldn't be able to stay away.
The he took me around the head office side of R & D, my head was mush
with names, but he introduced me to my American equivalent Terrie who was
to take me under her wing for the time I was in NY, Terrie was a tall
woman of about 30, a nice trim figure (toned through doing marathons and
Iron Men contests!) I asked why they called them iron men when obviously
she was a woman, laughing she told me that it was just the way of it.
She sorted me out with a work space adjacent to her's and filled my in on
what would be expected of the Western European side of operations.
All the time I was taking notes and questioning, filing things away in my
mind, lunch came and went and all too soon it was four in the afternoon,
Terrie and I got on really well, she said she would see me tonight at the
cocktail party.
I met the others in the foyer and we walked back to our hotel, on arrival
we decided on a coffee, I ordered tea, and saw Fiona grimace, I soon
found out why,
for some reason I couldn't get it as strong as I like it.
So I ended up having coffee, which by the way is the best in the world.
We went upstairs to get ready, Brett said; he would come and pick me up
at 6:00, this gave me an hour!
I showered and decided I would wear a short cocktail dress in lavender
Charmeuse satin and lace, it had a sweetheart neckline, a back zip that
finished just below my shoulder blades, very close fitting with a built
in bra and boning to the body; it was not ultra short, but it's hem was
about 3" above my knees.
My shoulders were bare so I wore a lace shawl as a cover up, silver 4"
heeled evening sandals and matching purse, my make up was smoky eyes,
hints of lavender eye shadow, deep red lip-stick my perfume being my
favourite 'Estee Beautiful'
I was ready when Brett arrived, well nearly, it only took five minutes to
finish off, and then we met the others downstairs.
Brett looked hunky in a lounge suit shirt and tie, his chiselled jaw
freshly shaved he smelt of man and aftershave and just looking at him
turned me on.
As usual the car was waiting and it took us to the Columbus Circle, WOW
is was a shopping mall to die for, we told Brett that we knew what we
were doing tomorrow, our free day, he grimaced and reluctantly said, "Oh
ok if I must, but I'm supposed to take you on a tour of the city!"
"Sweetheart" I said, "for us girls, this place will keep us busy all day,
why don't you have a rest from us - go and see your folks." He was torn,
as I realised that being in his home town and not being able to visit his
family must be hard, so I pushed him some more and with Fiona's help
finally got him to agree.
Now the Stone Roses Lounge this is on the 4th floor of the Time Warner
Centre, it a really elegant lounge, and looks amazing, it has a wide
selection of drinks and some wonderful food, well worth a visit, there
was about 30 people in our party and the conversation was wonderful, I
met Brett's boss who flirted with me outrageously much to the amusement
of his wife Louise who said, "don't worry dear, he does this to all the
pretty girls, but is harmless" Brett did his job well and looked after
the three of us, but Amy was soon in a deep and meaningful conversation
with a guy about 30 who Brett told me was an analyst on a similar fast
track career as I was, Fiona and Terrie were getting along really well,
and as I watched I had the feeling that there was a sexual element to it,
as both of them had been married, did they also like girls? Hmmmm
interesting I'll file it away for future reference.
My boss Charles and his lovely wife Barbara (who knew the real Nichola)
when we sat down sat with Brett and myself, Barbara was asking me about
different people who she had met in London and who to be honest I only
very vaguely knew from reading Nichola's diaries, so I had to blag a lot
of the conversation, but I seemed to get away with it. However Barbara
must have picked up of something because she said to me "you know dear,
there is something different about you, you seem more assertive, and if
you don't mind me saying more masculine! Even though you are obviously a
very feminine young woman."
This shook me to the core, what had I done wrong, what had she seen, I
told her the story of Sophie and said that her having a breakdown had
made me decide to be more assertive.
Barbara looked at me shrewdly and said, "don't worry my dear your secret
is safe with me, but if I may a word of advice; don't become too hard
nosed, your vulnerability is a charming trait, and caught men off guard,
mix the two and you will succeed let one or the other rise to the top and
you will succeed but will either be hated for being too masculine or
taken advantage of for being too accommodating"
Needless to say that did make me think deeply! What was I doing wrong?
While I was pondering, I watched Fiona and Terrie; their actions were
interesting to say the least, the amount of touching and stroking were
way more than colleagues, I wondered if they were both bisexual, then I
wondered if Fiona found me sexually attractive? Or thinking about it
Terrie, as she was also an attractive woman! Hell my mind was in a real
mess; it was probably that they were good friends, nothing sexual at all!
These thoughts were circulating in my head while I was chatting away with
the others on my table, and to be honest I was getting excited at the
thought, I suppose, - no, I knew I was bisexual but how did one woman get
the attention of another woman? This part of my female education had been
omitted, but seeing as I was a male, I assume it will be subtle, anyhow
that is for another day, tonight I have a night of passion with Brett!
The evening carried on, eventually people started drifting away, so about
midnight we decided that we would head off back to the hotel, the car was
waiting for us and three of us, Amy Brett and myself clambered aboard.
Fiona had disappeared with Terrie confirming my suspicions - good luck to
the girl she deserves it.
When we got back to the hotel we headed for our rooms, I kissed good
night to Amy, feeling sorry for her, she was the most attractive of the
three of us yet she was alone, tomorrow night seeing as Brett would be
away I would see if she wants company! As much as I enjoy Brett making
love to me I really enjoy making love as a girl to a girl - does that
make me lesbian, bisexual or what?
Brett and I walked slowly to my bedroom, his arm around my waist, I was
snuggled into him, pressing my soft breast against the side of his chest,
as we walked he did seem a little pre-occupied, but I put this down to
him not being completely happy with leaving us tomorrow.
I passed him the key card for my room and waited while he opened the
door, we went inside and my arms snaked around his neck, my lips urgently
seeking his, he kissed me in return, but I sensed that his heart was just
not in it.
Frantically I went over in my mind anything I may have done to upset him,
he held me away from him, looking at me. "Nicky," he whispered, "we have
to talk, there's something I need to tell you."
He sounded very serious, looking into his gorgeous eyes I said, "What do
you mean, something you need to tell me, are you married or something?"
"No, no, nothing like that, it's just well when I tell you, you probably
won't want to see me again."
Now I was worried, I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down,
saying, "If it's that bad I had better sit down, though I cannot imagine
what is so terrible to stop me loving you."
He looked at me sadly saying, "Just wait until you've heard me out," as
he sat next to me on the bed.
We sat in silence for a while, the air heavy with expectation, finally I
said, "Well come on spit it out, the waiting is killing me."
I watched as he took a deep breath, this was obviously hard for him, so I
took hold of his hand and gently prompted him, "Well?"
Brett looked at me and blurted out "Nicky, you are the first girl I've
ever been with!" I was stunned and managed to answer, "I'm truly
honoured, but why should I hate you for that?"
Stricken he looked at me and stammered, "Y, y, y, you don't understand,
god knows I hate hurting you, but if I let this continue you would only
wind up hating me more."
Now I was worried, I stroked his hand and gently asked him, "Brett honey,
nothing can be that bad as to stop me loving you, so tell me - please." I
could see him steel himself then he blurted the terrible truth out,
"Nichola, I'm gay for god sake, I'm gay, you see why I had to tell you!"
he was in tears, I looked at him and to my shame I giggled, the irony of
the situation was just too much for me!
I kissed his hands and said to him, "Is that all?"
"All," he screeched, "all, isn't that enough."
I continued kissing his hands calming him down, and then I told him,
"Look, being gay doesn't matter in the slightest, I have many really good
friends who are gay, but how do you feel about me? And about us? You have
been sleeping with me and I had no idea, but how do you feel? This is
what's important right now."
He took a deep breath, looking me straight in the eyes said, "Nichola, I
love you more than anything in the world, but there will always be the
possibility of me getting attracted to men again, the urge may be too
strong for me to resist, and above anything I don't want to hurt you."
"Phew," I gasped, "where do we go from here?"
Looking at me he said quietly, "I don't know, but please don't say
anything at work, some of the more conservative ones could stop my
career."
I exploded at that. "WHAT, JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION!
THAT'S MEDEAVAL."
He smiled wearily at me, and my heart went out to him. "But that's the
way it is," he simply answered me, I kissed him on the lips, his arms
slid around me and I felt him return my kiss - with interest and passion,
finally I broke away from him, and asked him, "And now? What do you want
to do now? Do you want to stay, or have some time to yourself?" And I
warned him, "If you answer my question with another question I'll clock
you!"
He looked puzzled. "You'll what me?" he asked.
Grinning because he can't have heard this expression before I explained,
"I'll slap you."
"Oh," he answered, "I feel drained, if it's ok I'll go, but thanks for
being cool about my secret." I was devastated, I wanted him more than
anything, I felt disgusted with myself for not telling him my secret, but
I needed to talk to my sister and my therapist, my mind was in turmoil
and at this moment I hated myself, loathed myself, I could ease his pain
but didn't have the guts!
We got off the bed and my arms slid around his neck, pulling him close to
try and change his mind, he kissed me with passion but still made for the
door, even though tears were brimming I held myself together, saying as
he left, "Promise me we'll talk again, you can't leave me like this we
need to talk further, please, please promise me this small thing."
He took my face in his hands and gently kissed me whispering, "I promise,
I promise, and I'll see you tomorrow night."
With that he left I closed the door and slid down it sobbing, tears
streaming down my cheeks, if I had told him my secret things would have
been fine, but I was just too scared, just too spineless, I loathed
myself.
I must have cried for over an hour, when I eventually pulled myself
together I phone my therapist in London, she realised that I was highly
distraught and was very gentle with me, probing and sensing my feelings
and emotions, after an hour on the phone, her advice to me was that if I
thought it was right, then tell Brett my secret, after all, we both had
secrets and it wasn't fair me holding out on him, she finished up by
saying "Nichola, you have always had a very strong feeling of right and
wrong, trust your instincts on this, because you obviously love Brett!"
I thanked her and sadly got ready for bed - alone, brushing my long hair
soothed me as usual, tomorrow I was going to let Brett into my little
secret, hopefully he will not hate me too much for not telling him when
he confessed to me, I thought about talking to Amy, but as it was nearing
four in the morning I let her sleep, while I tossed and turned for the
rest of the night.
I must have got some sleep but I still woke up early, showered and got
ready for a days shopping, though my heart wasn't in it at all, I had
finished in the bathroom when there was a knock at my door Brett I
thought, running to the door, when I looked through the spyhole it was
the next best thing Amy!
I opened the door and fell into her arms sobbing, as I only had bra and
panties on a couple passing in the hallway were exposed to the startling
sight of a half naked woman sobbing in the arms of a surprised fully
dressed woman!
Amy pulled me inside my room and sat me on the bed, I told her all about
last night, including how I felt about myself, and my conversation with
Gwen my therapist, Amy calmed me down as only a sister could and with her
usual astuteness got straight to the crux of my problem asking "and how
do you feel about Brett?" sniffling I answered, "I love him, it's ideal
that he's gay, because I'm not a real woman!"
Amy smiled ironically at this and told me, "Then tell him girl, tell
him!"
I looked at her and still sniffling asked, "Really?"
She nodded replying, "Yes really, now you go and make yourself stunning,
we girls have got some serious shopping to do!"
I hugged her whispering, "Thanks, a girl couldn't have a better sister."
She hugged me back and told me, "You've come a long way in a short time
Nichola, from a normal bloke to a hormone charged woman, it's not easy
being a girl is it sweetie?"
I looked at her, shook my head, my long hair swishing around my face and
quietly said, "No it's not, and all these damn hormones are running
riot."
She smiled sardonically and said, "You can't tell me anything about
female hormones, we tend to be a highly charged very emotional sex: me
I've grown up like this so I'm used to it, you sweetheart are new - now
go and get ready!"
Feeling a lot better I did as I was told after I had given Amy a big hug,
saying, "I'm so, so happy you're my big sister."
I did my make up, a light daytime look, dressed in a floral sunray pleat
skirt, a loose purple blouse, warm black tights and knee length boots
with a 1" block heel, we went down to breakfast and met up with Fiona,
who looked really happy and contented, sitting down we ordered a light
breakfast and coffee then planned our shopping expedition.
I won't bore you with the events of the day, suffice to say we hit every
shop that took our fancy spent far too much and went back to the hotel
happy.
The only thing of note was that Fiona and I were in the changing room
with me trying on a dress, when I was down to my underwear I noticed
Fiona watching me intently, I gave her a sultry smile to indicate (I
think) that I was interested, Fiona said totally out of the blue,
"Nichola, you are so attractive." Then she blushed as though she had
blurted out her innermost thoughts.
To relieve the tension I answered, "Thank you very much, coming from
someone as beautiful as you that's a real complement." I gave her a kiss
on the cheek, our breasts brushed and it was like an electric shock had
passed through me, we just stood there looking at each other, luckily (or
unluckily depending on your point of view) Amy burst in carrying an
armful of clothes to try on.
The moment was over - but I think it would be continued with much care.
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