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For Friends and Family Part 18 - Laughter and Tears
As we left the room I whispered to him, "I feel just like a princess"
then explaining further "it's the first time I have ever worn a dress
this long in public; so you mister are going to have to make sure I don't
fall flat on my arse!"
"Nichola," he gasped in mock horror, "that's not very lady like." I
smiled sweetly at him and whispered, "Wait until later on."
Walking in a long dress is not easy, especially with a flowing skirt,
everything conspires to trip you up, but I was mastering the art slowly.
In the foyer we met Amy and her escort Pete the analysis, like Brett he
was only invited to this affair because he was escorting us, there were a
lot of people from the organisation, but selected guests only as it was
mainly managers and above.
I felt really privileged to be the reason this was planned, to show the
rest of the organisation the Western Europe R & D manager (little old me,
however thrilled I felt in my heart of hearts I wished the real Nichola
could see how much she was regarded, I only hoped I could live up to her
high standards).
The evening was wonderful, Charles Winton (the head of corporate R&D)
introduced me to the assembled masses, it was so embarrassing as this was
done from a raise stage, and I was supposed to make a speech (which he
hadn't forewarned me about) but I managed to pull it off and even
received some applause.
When I descended from the stage Barbara, scolded her husband for not
warning me, but all he said was, "I knew Nichola could rise to the
occasion, and darling did she ever!" All Barbara said to me was, "You
certainly spoke eloquently, Charles thinks very highly of you."
As the night progressed Brett and I mingled and met the movers and
shakers of the company, I danced with many of them, and managed to stay
upright in spite of my dresses best efforts to trip me up.
There was one unsavoury incident that happened shortly after midnight
when Brett and I were chatting to two other couples, one couple, Anne and
Lew, Anne was HR vice president and the other couple, Steve and Steph
(yes I know), Steve the husband was the senior scientist in charge of
product testing!
A hand roughly grabbed my shoulder and a drunken voice slurred, "Weeeeell
it looks like the faggot has managed to get a bitch!"
Now don't ask me why I reacted like I did, (apart from being called
either a faggot or a bitch), I swung around and slapped the oaf hard
across the face, putting everything into the slap, then in a cut glass
English accent (and where that came from I had no idea) I said "keep your
filthy hands off me you animal, I am surprised that a company like ours
employs beasts like you!" now I said this in a very loud voice, the sound
of the slap must have been audible as all talking around me has ceased
and everyone heard my tirade and of course was watching.
The guy in question was a tall, well built (running to flab) blond guy
with a greasy complexion red face and sweating like a pig.
He balled his fists and I just stood there eye balling him, again in the
cut glass accent I told him, "Go ahead and hit me, hitting a woman is
about your level, and if you don't have the guts to hit me or the
courtesy to apologise I suggest you go home."
I stood there staring at him, not flinching him until he broke the gaze,
turned and shambled off.
I think I started breathing then, and trembling, I turned to Steve and
joked, "Can't you invent something that will turn that pig into a human
being?"
Amy came over and hugged me saying, "You OK Nicky?" I smiled weakly and
answered, "Yes, I think so, but who the hell was that oaf?"
Brett answered that, "He's in my side of the organisation, and has always
been on my case, a bit of a red neck, I'm really sorry you had go through
that." He stroked my cheek and looked really worried.
I took his hand and kissed it gently saying, "Don't be worried, he's
lucky I was wearing this damn dress or he's have got a kick in what balls
he possessed!"
"You go girl," a voice I recognised as Barbara said, she put her arm
around me in a motherly way and whispered, "Now are you really ok, or
would you like to go to the powder room?" she could feel me trembling and
guided me off to the powder room as I couldn't speak, Amy and Anne
followed.
I was trembling badly, the shock was setting in, and these damn female
hormones have me reacting just like the woman I am supposed to be.
The others clucked around me in the powder room and soon I was something
like normal, then Barbara asked, "Where did you get that accent from -
geeze you sounded just like your queen."
I burst out laughing and answered, "I simply don't know, I guess I just
reacted." But the tension was broken so after touching our make-up we
went and re-joined the party.
A little later while Brett and myself were resting after a long dance
Anne came up to me and told me that the oaf that accosted me would be
interviewed on Monday, charged with sexual harassment and would probably
be dismissed, I thought it was what he deserved and said so, but asking
Anne to take his work performance into account, and if he is good at his
job then offer him counselling rather than sack him.
She just looked at me steadily and answered, "Well if you are sure" I
assured her I was and added with a grin, "But make him sweat a while OK"
The party broke up about three and Brett and myself went upstairs, Amy
and Fiona had disappeared long ago, before we departed I bid a fond
farewell to Charles and Barbara promising that I would visit them when I
came over for the New Year.
As we rode the elevator up to our room Brett asked "would you really have
kicked him in the balls?" I looked at his grimly and answered, "Yep I
don't take crap like that off any man" - then smiled and told him, "And
don't you forget it!"
"No worries about that," he said grinning, "but really I should have
sorted him out, not you!"
"Look," I snapped at him, "it was me he touched, me he insulted, and
before you start any of the macho crap with me, remember who I really am!
He was lucky I slapped him and not laid him out!"
He held out is arms in a pacifying gesture. "Ok, ok, sorry, but, you
know."
"Know what?" I again snapped he looked shocked and answered, "Well it's
just that you ooze femininity, I honestly look on you as a very special
lady who I love and want to protect - if you see what I mean," he
finished lamely.
I realised that I had been hard on him, feeling ashamed I quietly asked
him, "Hold me, please just hold me."
He had just got his arm around me when we arrived at our floor, we walked
to the room as a single entity, with me, snuggled up to the man I loved.
We entered our room and I totally surrendered myself to him, loving it
when he unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor in a silky pile of
satin and organza, I practically tore his suit off him to fondle him,
kiss him, possess him, we fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs,
while I was kissing, sucking, nibbling at his gorgeous body, he was
stripping off my panties and bra, kissing my wonderfully soft and
yielding flesh.
As he suckled on me his hands reached between my legs and cupped my
'vagina' probing, teasing arousing me to a frenzy of passion, I wanted
him and needed him, breathless I begged him to take me, I needed him to
master me, needed to be subservient to my man.
His erection was hot in my hands, heat literally radiated off his purple
head, I could feel pre-cum and knew he wouldn't be long before he
ejaculated, but I wanted to feel him inside me.
Sliding between my open thighs I reached between our bodies and guided
him into the warm haven of my 'vagina' my back arched in ecstasy as I
could feel everything he did even though he wasn't inside my rose bud
with the hypnotic suggestion I felt and reacted like a woman, moaning in
passion, eyes half closed in satisfaction.
He started thrusting into me, god the feeling was wonderful, I ran my
fingers through his short hair whispering endearment to him, nibbling and
kissing him.
Soon he had aroused me to my orgasm, I felt my boy clittie twitch and
shuddered as I came, the feeling was beyond belief, I knew that another
orgasm would not be far behind, and sure enough my back arched and I
screamed in passion as he expertly rode me to fever pitch, then his
thrusting became urgent and I sensed that he was close to his climax, I
really tried to orgasm at the same time as my lover, but as usual I
failed, climaxing just after he had started spurting his seed into my
'vagina'.
I loved it when he collapsed on top of me, the feeling of utter
helplessness as I lay pinned to the bed, the weight of my future husband
on to of me - yes I had decided we would marry, but he didn't know this
yet!
We made love many more times that night, my rose bud was now loving
Brett's gentle ministrations, I must admit I really loved being
penetrated in both places, but my rose bud was more personal, more loving
and more fulfilling, I wondered what it would be like with my own vagina.
After going to the bathroom I slipped on a silk nightdress and slipped
into bed, snuggling u to Brett I whispered, "I love you, so very much."
He kissed the top of my head and whispered back, "And I love you, you
sexy thing, god I was proud of you the way you faced down that idiot
earlier, even though it should have been me."
I turned and faced him kissing his darling nose and said, "Look darling,
if you had faced up to him, it would have ended in a brawl and both of
your careers would have been shot, and you would have spoilt a wonderful
night."
"Well I suppose so," he conceded, and was about to continue when I butted
in and said quietly, "There's no suppose about it, look I'll do a deal
with you, if you want to protect me I'll defer to you unless it affects
your career - or mine!" I added as an after thought.
He looked at me thoughtfully and kissed me gently saying, "Deal oh wise
woman."
As I snuggled up to him I murmured, "And don't forget it." I fell asleep
blissfully happy in the arms of the man I loved.
That night I had a strange dream about getting married to Brett, in a
wonderful white wedding dress, all my new family were there with my
surrogate dad giving me away, the everything changed and I was looking
into a grave, my wedding dress turned to tatters and blackened, I awoke
with a start my heart pounding, Brett was blissfully asleep, and dawn
looked to be just breaking, I muttered to myself "silly cow, it was a
stupid dream" and fell back to sleep, this time I slept soundly and woke
feeling someone sucking and teasing my nipples, which resulted in another
bout of passionate love making - I just couldn't get enough of him!
Afterwards we lay in each others arms talking about life in general (not
romantic but.........) When I told him about my belief in fate and
everything what happens in life is preordained, he said, that's what a
lot of pagan religions believe, "I'm not a pagan." I protested, he smiled
at me and said, "I didn't say that, let me tell you something."
"Go on then," I prompted. "Well he continued in college I read about
Norse mythology, and they had a similar belief only they called them the
Norn's who were spinners, they spun the threads of everyone's life there
were three of them and they lived under the tree of life (I think he
added) called Yggdrasil, sometimes they spun happy things other times sad
things, I can't remember it all."
I lay there a while and thought about what he had just said and finally
answered "I like that way of looking at things, the strands of life being
spun - yes I really like that concept" As we kissed I thought we had
better get started so we could pack, especially as Amy and I had bought
Christmas presents for everyone and a load of clothes for Sophie, older
girls clothes to try and move her on, it may work, in one way I really
hoped so, but in another way...........
We went and got showered - together of course and this lead to me with my
long smooth legs wrapped around him while he steered me to the heights of
pleasure.
I dressed in tight jeans and silk blouse I phoned Amy room and she had
also just got up and had not spent the night alone, I told her I was
starting to pack and anything she wanted in the spare suit case bring
them round (going to New York one suit case only contained our evening
dresses and cocktail dresses which we didn't want creasing, but now we
were going home what the hell we needed space!)
Brett left to pack then go and say goodbye to his folks, we arranged to
meet at the airport at five that afternoon ready for our flight later, as
Brett would be in London for Thanks Giving I phoned Barbara to ask her
for recipes for a Thanks Giving meal I could prepare for him next
Thursday (Thanks Giving) she laughed knowingly and promised to email me
some.
Amy arrived with an armful of clothes to pack, eventually we managed to
get everything in, then Fiona arrived with some stuff she couldn't get
into her case, so we spent another hour cramming our cases.
Finally we were packed, between the three of us four incredibly heavy
cases, three cabin bags with essentials in (spare panties, make up,
jewellery and the like) of course there was also hand bags which were
also quite large, but we managed to get them into the limo, Mike the
driver just shook his head as he loaded up.
At the airport Mike piled everything onto a couple if trolleys and
insisted on wheeling them to check in, the three of us put $100 each in
an envelope and gave it to him with our love and kisses (the kisses
Literally) and thanked him for looking after us.
We checked in and went to the Virgin Clubhouse, seated with a coffee and
sandwiches we discussed the week, Brett joined us and soon we boarded the
flight, as we sat down he handed me a small book saying, "I thought you
might like to read this." I looked and it was a well-worn book on Norse
Mythology, how sweet and thoughtful.
We boarded the plane and settled down for the trip back to London, I was
sat next to Brett, it felt so right, I settled down and opened the book
he had given me
And started to read.
The Myths about the Norns was fascinating, and really embodied the way I
saw life.
(Without boring you too much, and you can miss this bit out, but to
pr?cis the myth, the 3 Norns live by the well of Urd (well of life?)
under Yggdrasil, which is the Ash tree at the centre of the universe. The
three Norns have names that correspond to: 'what has been, what will be,
and what may be, they write the fate of everyone either in runes on the
root of Yggdrasil or by weaving the thread of life but what they write is
not certain, the belief is that destiny can be changed by one's self or
by external influences - it's a fascinating concept and one that fitted
my view on life)
Eventually I drifted off to sleep and slept for the rest of the flight,
we landed in London at four in the morning, all headed our separate ways
for Amy and myself that was, most certainly to bed to recover from a very
hectic week!
I awoke mid afternoon and made some tea, woke Amy and we unpacked,
hanging up our creased posh frocks and sorting the washing out.
I was starting work in the morning, there was a month before Christmas so
I had to meet my new department I checked my emails and received the
recipes from Barbara, they were reasonably simple and I knew I could get
all I needed, I worked on for a couple of hours while the washing machine
was churning away (the exciting life of a career girl!), looked through
my wardrobe deciding what to wear, finally I decided on a beige dress and
matching jacket, business like, but it did show me to the best advantage,
Amy went to bed about nine, and I followed shortly after, as I brushed my
hair I reflected on the last week, of Brett laying himself open to me and
me doing the same to him, being in love and loving it! Finally I slipped
into a satin nightdress to bed and sleep.
No weird dreams last night, I woke up at six refreshed, keen and ready
for work, with slight trepidation as to whether I could live up to the
real Nichola's high work standard and ethic.
After showering and dressing Amy and I had breakfast together talked
about the last week, she could see I was sad that Brett would be in Italy
next year, but as I said to Amy, "at least I'll see him for a long
weekend once a month", she looked at me and asked "is that all love,
where's he staying when he's here?" "Never really thought about it, a
hotel I suppose, one that's close to here."
I told her about the Thanks Giving meal I was going to do this coming
Thursday. "Oh goody, real food, I'll look forward to that, what about Mum
and Dad coming - is you can cater for that amount?" I thought for a
second and eagerly agreed, saying, "Can you phone them sis, while I
arrange everything else."
We agreed on this then left to get the tube to work, the closed I got to
the office, the butterfly's turned into vultures, NOW I was nervous.
I arrived at the office and went up to my floor, I arrived the same time
as Grenville who I had only seen briefly since our clash of
personalities, though I knew from Nichola's emails and diaries that he
was excellent at his job, even though I thought of him as a sleaze ball.
We went around the office checking everything was as I wanted, it was
perfect, the soothing pastel shades made for a pleasant working
environment, slowly my new department filtered in and by nine everyone
was there, I gathered them all together and made an off the cuff
welcoming speech, telling then the usual things to make them feel at
ease, I introduced Grenville to them and explained his role, bulling him
up to soothe his male ego, then told them that I would be talking to each
of them in turn to get to know them better and explain their part in the
department.
Before Nichola's breakdown she had selected her department (apart from
Grenville) and the male/female ratio was 45/55 which was to my new female
mind good, and the pairings were mainly one male and one female, which
made for a well-balanced mini team. (Nichola was, or had been some
organiser)
The day flew by what with filling Grenville in on the global strategy and
our part in delivering it, setting up accounts and talking over the video
link to the different country heads.
I spoke to Brett briefly and arranged to meet him after work, inviting
him to the Thanks-giving meal, I also invited Fiona, so there would be a
few of us. I also phoned a specialist grocer to arrange for a delivery of
supplies, one change from what I thought of as a 'traditional' thanks
giving meat, Barbara had specified a capon rather than a turkey, so
that's what I ordered, a lot of the things I could prepare beforehand but
the bird had to be done n the day, so I had to get to grips with the
ovens automatic switch on instructions.
Amy phoned to tell me Mum and Dad would be there on Thursday and were
really keen to meet their 'daughters' boyfriend, I told her I would be
home by eight and that there was a delivery coming, my dear sister
grumbled a little bit but confirmed she would be home.
The days passed as I easily slipped into my life as a working girl, I got
things ready for Thursday, mastered the oven controls to start the ovens
when I wanted them to and prepared for the big night when Brett meets my
surrogate mum and dad, I really hoped they would like him, I was as
nervous as a kitten.
Thursday came and everything was either ready to cook, prepared and ready
or in the oven to cook, we were sitting down to eat at eight. My menu (or
rather Barbara my bosses wife's menu) was:-
Oyster Stew
Kenyon Jonny Cakes
Roast Apple Capon with Apple Brandy Gravy
Served with
Cranberry pear wild rice stuffing
Bread Sauce
Whipped root vegetables
Creamed Potatoes
Sautee Brussel Sprouts
Winter Squash and Sage Dinner Rolls
Apple and Cheddar Crumble Pie
Maple Indian Pudding
All washed down with Black Island Frog, which is a delicious alcoholic
coffee/ice cream drink - or to my mind a grown up milk shake.
The night went spectacularly, Mum and Dad adored Brett and invited him to
come to Oxford with Amy and Myself, Fiona was sparkling company and all
in all I was well satisfied, my only mistake was with the Black Island
Frog, the recipe called for ? a bottle of Vodka, I slipped up and put a
full bottle in!
We broke up about midnight as we all had work tomorrow, mum and dad
stayed with us while Brett and Fiona shared a taxi home.
It was nice to catch up with my surrogate parents, Sophie (Nichola) was
doing fine, far more settled since coming home, the full time companion
was a blessing, she was a trained mental health nurse, mid forties and
very caring and efficient, Sophie adored her, we found out that Sophie
now had a computer to play games on and face-book with other girls, also
she wanted to learn to play the piano and clarinet, so mum and dad were
going to buy her a piano for Christmas, Amy and I foolishly said we would
buy her a clarinet (I say foolishly because we didn't know the cost of
one)
Mum asked me a few searching questions about Brett and our relationship,
I was quite honest with them, and they seemed happy for me, not repelled
and commented "we could have a wedding soon" which made me feel
uncomfortable for some reason.
Friday was a normal work day, I arranged to meet Amy at the station with
Brett to show him my home, the weekend was great, Sophie was so excited
to see us and was a little wary of my lover, but he was great and soon
they were chatting away like old friends, I noticed that some of the
questions Sophie asked were 'grown up' for someone with an age
regression, I took Brett out with Amy and Guy on Saturday night and had a
great night, I took them to the pub I went to with Melissa and met up
with her and all her mates, again going back to her place to party.
Rough day Sunday!!!! This seems to be the case when I meet Mel, so a nice
and steady, bracing country walk with Sophie, she was forever curious, I
was beginning to wonder if this age regression was wearing off, I was a
bit sad because I enjoyed, no loved my new life.
Back to work and life passed very quickly, I made arrangements to visit
each of the different country offices in the New Year, to introduce
myself in person and to meet the different people.
Remember the Clarinet? Well a good second hand 'A' clarinet (whatever
that is)cost from ?700 to ?2300! To say we both got a shock is putting it
mildly, needless to say we went for the cheapest - a Boosey and Hawkes
1010.
Soon it was Christmas, the four weeks had flown by I was so busy that I
never noticed.
I went with Brett to the airport to see his off for Christmas, promising
I would see him for the New Year, made sure he had my flight times, no
business class this time, normal seats when I was paying for it myself
(with a company discount)
Christmas at home was great, Sophie loved her presents and was as excited
as any 10 year old, I watched her on her computer when she thought no one
was watching and thought that she had lost none of her skills as her
fingers flew over the key pad!
Soon it was time for me to go up to London to go the New York, saying
good bye to my 'parents and sister was hard, tears were shed, but it
wasn't for long, but it made me realise how much I had come to love them
all, and how much my life had changed, as far as I was concerned I was
Miss Nichola MacKinnon - full stop!
I checked in and boarded the flight, soon I would be in Brett's arms, and
in his bed.
He was there to meet me at the airport and he drove me straight to his
parents to meet his family, as well as his parents there was Rene and
Mark (brother and sister) also Jim and Marie (brother-in -law and sister-
in law), I was made to feel really at home and soon I was finding all
about Brett's past, the embarrassing photo's came out I felt really at
home.
They showed me to my room which was adjacent to Brett's and I settled in,
we had supper and talked some more, the days passed wonderfully quickly
and I found out that Brett had majored in computer forensics, which was
interesting as this speciality finds computer frauds and misuse as well
as other things most people think is hidden in cyber space!
Since reading the book on Norse Mythology Brett (the bastard) had started
calling me his Valkyrie, which I had to explain to his assembled family.
Before the New Year I went out for a girls day with Brett's mum, sister
and sister-in-law, shopping and pampering, I felt that I bonded well with
them and we had a great day, his mum confided in me that she was glad he
had found a nice girl, as they were concerned about him getting older and
still no girlfriend, I must admit I didn't like deceiving the family.
New Years eve and we went to Time Square to see the New Year in, on the
stroke of Midnight as the ball dropped I turned to throw my arms around
Brett's neck to find him gone, I was confused, he was there a minute ago,
then I heard his voice bellowing "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" I looked around
then down to find him on his knee, holding a ring box, I clapped my hand
over my mouth as my eyes filled with tears "Oh yes" I managed to stammer
as the crowds roared the New Year in, he slipped the engagement ring onto
my finger and managed to stand up I grabbed him and kissed him
passionately.
Everyone around us who had heard cheered wildly and congratulated the two
of us, me? I was in a total daze, I was a pseudo-woman engaged to be
married!!!!
We enjoyed the rest of the night, soaking up the atmosphere arm in arm
finally heading off for home on the way home Brett told me that he had
something very important to tell me that simply couldn't wait, in fact he
said he should have told me before he proposed but situation and time
hadn't allowed him to do this as it needed total privacy and the walk
home provided this. So as we walked he started speaking.
"Nichola, it's important for you to realise that I love you more than
life itself." I tried to interrupt but he stopped me, "please darling let
me finish" I nodded wondering what bombshell he was about to drop on me.
He continued, "As you know I am working on the new security
identification system, well this is just a cover to hide the real reason.
"The company has been loosing millions over the last few years in an
organised scam, the problem was where and how. The president of the
company seconded me to investigate, when you heard my speciality I saw
the look you gave me and realised that there would be some awkward
questions from you, so I asked for permission to tell you this."
"Wow," I said, "carry on." I was really intrigued.
He smiled at me continuing, "This security system upgrade is ideal cover
as it allows me access into all the companies systems, to try and narrow
down where the money is going." He stopped there and I asked, "How many
people are aware of what you are doing?"
He looked at me and continued, "The president, your boss Charles and
Terrie, and Anne HR chief and now of course you."
I looked at his seriously and commented, "This is dangerous work you are
doing" he nodded and commented, "Very dangerous I would think, as the
numbers involved are big, people would kill to continue skimming money
like this!" I felt really afraid for him but still asked, "And how far
have you gone, any suspects?"
"Well," he continued I know who isn't involved, and as things stand,
which is New York and London, however the way thing are going, Corporate
Security is partly involved as are some R&D managers it's just a matter
of finding out who else, I have narrowed it down but need more access to
their systems.
I was very alarmed, and worried for his safety, I looked at him and said,
"This could make me a widow before I'm married - couldn't it."
He grinned broadly answering, "Nah I'll be there to marry you, nothing
will stop me."
I looked at him and quietly asked, "Make love to me when we get home -
please"
He smiled and nodded and we continued to walk the mile or so home.
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