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For Friends and Family Part 23 - Plans and Love
The alarm went off next morning and I was a bit disorientated when I woke
up, who was this in bed with me??
Then my brain clicked in and I snuggled into Brett's back smelling his
masculinity, feeling his strong body, my nose getting tickled by the few
hairs on his shoulders, (note to self have to get those removed somehow.)
Then I realised what I had just thought, it was so womanish and a girly
thing, I certainly have come a long, long way!
The few hairs caused me to sneeze, which woke my man up, which was what I
really wanted, he turned over and I happily snuggled into his arms.
"Kerzuntike," he said. "What?" I dopily answered. "You've just sneezed,
that what we say when someone sneezes."
"It was the hairs on your shoulders that made me sneeze," I whined,
"anyhow we say 'bless you," when you sneeze."
We then had a five-minute discussion on the difference between American
English and English, English (if you see what I mean)
Anyhow instead of giving me some early morning delight we both ended up
late and had to rush to get ready, luckily for the two of us it was
Friday, which is a dress down day - unless you have any business
meetings, and then you have to present a corporate fa?ade.
Even though it was a dress down day, I still wanted to look perfect, so
after a shower, slipping on my panties and pad I opted for stretch satin
leggings in cream and a tunic dress in a paisley pattern that came to
about 4," above my knee. I used a 4," leather belt to cinch it in and
brown ankle boots with a 3," heel.
As I made sure I had matching handbag and brief case Brett commented,
"that's another thing I love about you." Looking at his I answered, "And
what's that then?" He smiled and grinning answered, "Even though it's a
dress down day, you look a million dollars, like you're off a fashion
magazine."
I smiled and coquettishly answered, "Thank you kind sir, a girl loves
compliments at this time of the day."
We met Amy and Guy in the kitchen my darling sister commented; "someone
was noisy last night?" I blushed and gasped, "Amy, what do you mean?" She
grinned and said the whole block could hear you shrieking," I blushed and
stammered, "it was that pig's fault, he was tickling," pointing to Brett
who had the grace to flush slightly.
"Ahhhhh," she said knowingly, "ticking, now that's a new name for it!
Right I have to get to work, see you later - Oh and it's ok for Brett to
stay here this time.
I was about to protest when she carried on, "And I DO remember our pact,
but this was an emergency, AND dear sister I cannot stand your lovesick
face mooning over him, so the best idea is he stays with us and you can
tickle anytime you want!"
From anyone else that would have sounded insulting, but that was Amy,
take her or leave her. But she managed to leave me spluttering with
embarrassment.
We grabbed a very quick breakfast, Brett asked, "Is Amy always as
forthright?" I smiled lovingly at him and answered, "Yep, that's my
darling sister, and I wouldn't change her for the world - and you had
better get used to it as you're marrying into my family - oh and by the
way are you coming to Oxford with me tonight?"
Grinning he replied, "Try and stop me." Smiling happily I responded,
"Right answer," and gave him a quick passionate loving kiss.
Grabbing my tan suede jacket we left for work, remembering to arm the new
security system after we left.
I managed to guide Brett through the maze that is the London underground
system at rush hour, where its dog eats dog, (similar to everywhere on
earth I would imagine)
Getting to work I headed to my office and Brett to the security section
to report to Tim, as I was working Fiona popped her head in I waved her
in and we sat and talked for a while, we discussed my new temporary PA
(Kylie) and I filled in the forms that were required, there wasn't many
as Kylie was a freelance, so she looked after her tax and insurance
issues.
I looked at Fiona and asked, "Can we meet up next Thursday?" She looked
at me and gave a dreamy smile. "Sure thing if you're sure." I touched her
hand and whispered, "I'm certain."
We agreed to arrange things next week and she got up to leave, as she
reached the door she turned and told me, "Oh I almost forgot, Tim
Williamson has arranged to a security sweep of all offices, just to check
for things!" I played dumb and asked, "What things?"
"Oh you know," she answered airily, "industrial espionage thing and that
kind of stuff"
I snorted. "Bullshit, there's nothing in my office, I'd have noticed,
anyhow I have work to do without this silly security crap," hoping I was
not hamming it up too much.
Fiona smiled and informed me, "Nichola, it's not optional, the order
comes from on high, very high so every office gets done."
After she had left; I thought, 'Tim Williamson, you cunning old fox,' and
with that I carried on working, I phone Amy to ask her if she was certain
about Brett she told me to stop worrying, and asked how we were getting
to Oxford as I had not mentioned anything. "Oh I said airily, I thought
I'd drive us down, take the new car for a good run."
"Bloody Hell," she spluttered, "I'll have to check that I'm well
insured." I managed to get a, "cheeky cow," to her before she hung up.
All in all I had a great morning, Brett phoned and took me to lunch at
the local pub the 'Coal Hole' which did good food at a reasonable price,
and what a surprise Tim, our head of security was there, of course we had
to join him and as Brett got the drinks and ordered the food (and paid,
I'm more of a woman than I ever thought) I smiled at Tim and muttered,
"Crafty old fox." He grinned and said, "I just pulled some strings and
got an independent firm to do the sweep - clever thinking eh?"
Brett came back with my coke and we chatted away like good friends, which
is really what we were.
After lunch it was back to the office where I told Brett I would meet him
at four thirty then home to pick up some clothes and to Oxford I told him
I was driving and he was sitting in the back (to stop him distracting
me). He pulled a face at this, but only in fun.
The rest of the afternoon I worked away, about three there was a knock on
the door and a guy stood there, I recognised him as one of the guys who
worked with Kylie installing the security system, so this is where Tim
got the idea from!
He explained that he was going to sweep my office for surveillance
devices, I told him that he wouldn't find anything, but go ahead and
waste his time, he then told me that he would be installing a device
which would indicate if anyone planted anything in the future.
Needless to say he found the items the pig had put in my office and
removed them, he also found the ones I had installed and upgraded them,
as well as a tiny camera covering the whole of the office area!
Friday afternoon was an early finish day, and by four fifteen most of the
office had gone, I went and told Grenville that he was perfectly right,
my office had been bugged, but it was clear now, again he asked what the
hell was going on, and again I played innocent.
Brett arrived just in time, and wishing Gren a good weekend we left, half
an hour later we arrived home to find Amy ready to go, I threw some
clothes into my small case and joined her and Brett, then we left, on the
way out I picked up the mail and there was another letter, handwritten
like the rest, this time the postmark was Boston in Lincolnshire, whoever
was sending these had moved away from Yorkshire!
We went quiet as we looked at it, I wondered what was in it, then said,
"Let's get going, we can read it in the car."
We got going and Brett opened the letter, as with the others the format
was identical, but this one was quite short.
Hi N
Some more information you and your fianc?e may find
interesting, through extensive research the brains behind
the fraud are Joachim Ragatz and William J Ritter, these two
seem to be rattled, as they are meeting next month, when I
find out where I will tell you more.
Your best Friend. __ _ .
After Brett had finished reading we were silent for a while, the
something clicked in my brain. "Brett," I asked, "how did that message
end?" "Err," he muttered, "your best friend - why?"
"That's different to the others, they ended simply 'a friend,' then 'your
friend,' now it's 'your best friend' see they are all different."
We drove in silence for a while, as we all digested this change, Brett
called Tim to tell him of the new letter, and Tim told him that he would
contact Carl and Kylie.
We arrived at Mum and Dad's - strange I really think of them as my mum
and dad, and they treat me as their daughter; this was the first time I
had seen them since I had decided to complete my change.
Mum hugged me tightly, she had tears in her eye's as she kissed me she
said, "I'm so happy dear you had really decided to become my dear
daughter, and I thought that the four of us could go looking at wedding
dresses for you."
"Mum," I protested, "we're not getting married until next year, there's
no rush."
"Absolute tosh," she snorted, "half the fun is trying dresses on, believe
your mum, anyhow, I'll be trying mother of the bride outfits on, you
can't deprive me of that dear."
Dad then butted in saying, "Nichola dear, surrender now - you won't win
when your mother has made her mind up."
I looked at Brett and shrugged saying, "Looks like you'll have to
entertain yourself tomorrow!"
Grinning he told me, "No problems sweetheart, I'm catching up with Carl
and Guy, I was just looking for the right moment to break the news to
you!" I playfully punched him on the arm. "Pig, just don't get drunk,
I've plans for you mister."
Sophie then appeared on the scene and threw herself at Amy and I shouting
"Aunty Amy, Aunty Nichola, I love you and miss you." She had changed her
hair style of a young girls, her clothes were suitable for a twelve year
old, and she had lost a lot of weight, her boobs (which were once like
mine full and luscious) were not very noticeable!
After we had disentangled ourselves Amy said, "Sophie, please call
Nichola and I by our names, we're all sisters." I fully backed Amy up on
this so somewhat reticently Sophie agreed to call us by our names. (being
called Aunty all the time made me feel old- typical woman)
As we made our way upstairs mum told us, "Supper will be about an hour."
Great I thought ample time to have my wicked was with Brett.
Once inside the bedroom we dropped our bags and I helped Brett to
undress, much to his surprise and if I say so delight as I removed his
clothes I kissed his wonderful body.
He unfastened my belt and lifted my tunic dress over my head, my leggings
and boots were next, but not in that order, and as I stood there in bra
and panties he stood back and looked at me. "God, you're gorgeous," he
breathed as his hands rested on my hips, I just stood there enjoying his
presence, as I moved closer his hands slipped around me and cupped my
very feminine derriere, gently squeezing my luscious bum.
I was about to go down on his when he stopped me saying "no, let me taste
you first, as he picked my up and carried me to the bed, removing my
panties and pad he started playing with my little clittie, I moaned in
delight, these moans soon changed to purr's of pleasure and soon I
shuddered as an orgasm shuddered through me, I adored the ministrations
of his lips and tongue on my clittie, my hand found his rampant manhood
and gently I caressed his wonderful love shaft;
In desperation I whispered, "Pleeese let me taste you my love."
He moved and shuffled until he was lying on the bed I was on top and
shuffled around so we were in the 69 position, I now had access to my
lovers wonderful cock, I licked and sucked him, loving the taste of him,
bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my concentration lapsed as he now
had me really excited, orgasm followed wonderful orgasm, much to my
surprise my lover suddenly erupted in my mouth, for a second I was taken
by surprise but I was determined not to waste a drop of his precious
seed.
I finished licking him clean then I shuffled around and lay in his arms,
as we lay in post coital bliss I whispered, "I suppose we had better get
ready for supper, though I could stay like this all night."
Kissing me on the nose he leapt out of bed saying I'll hit the shower
then, as he ran to the bathroom he deftly missed the pillow I hurled
after him!
So I took my make up off cleansed my face and laid out a pair of pink
capris and a red jersey tunic along with black bra and matching thong, my
vagina was going back on, I had enough of my periods - that's one good
thing about me, I could decide on the length of my periods, real women
couldn't do this!
Somehow we were down before Amy, which was a minor miracle! We had a
drink before supper then a really good family meal, after supper Amy and
I put the dishes in the machine and joined the others in the lounge,
where Sophie showed off her skills on both the piano and saxophone,
considering she had only been learning these for a few months she was
surprisingly good and really showed promise!
She showed me how to play the saxophone, but all I could get was a
strangled squeal out of the damn thing.
When we went to bed, Brett brushed my hair for me, I loved the feeling of
him doing this little thing for me, I sat there with only my panties on,
enjoying the attention his eyes gave to me, my breasts jiggling away with
each stroke of the brush, as he leant against me I could feel his arousal
and anticipated the wonderful feeling of him deep inside my very willing
body.
When he had completed the 100 brush stroked he put the brush back onto
the dressing table, our eyes were locked onto each others through the
mirror, his hands stroked my shoulders and he lowered his head to kiss my
hair, he took a deep breath and whispered hoarsely "you smell divine -
God I love you," I shuddered at his touch, his hands slipped down and
cupped my soft bounteous breasts, again a tremble of passion escaped from
my eager body.
As he gently massaged my breast my breathing became rapid as the feeling
inside me intensified, he gently took my nipples between his finger and
thumb and rolled them, they were already hard and swollen, but this took
them to a new level of intensity - I gasped in pleasure as a small orgasm
shuddered through me, his now very noticeable erection was there for me
to feast my lustful gaze on, I stood up and he lead me to the bed, as I
bent over to turn down the duvet I displayed my firmly rounded derriere
to him, taunting him, daring him to take me.
He slid my thong off, cupping my pussy, a finger inside the latex folds
of my vagina, teasing my clittie, making me moan and whimper, then I felt
his manhood slip between my silky smooth thighs as he entered my vagina
from behind, my moaning became more intense as he started thrusting soon
I was pushing back onto his wonderful love shaft, his hands were around
my body, containing my wonderfully sensitive jiggling boobs, I glanced in
the mirror to see me thrusting back head thrown back my auburn hair
cascading around my shoulders, lips slightly open and nostrils slightly
flared, I looked every inch of what I was, a woman being made love to, a
woman being fucked and a woman loving every second of it.
My legs were starting to turn to jelly and orgasm after orgasm racked
through my body, I was soaking, I sensed my Brett was close to achieving
his climax so I concentrated on his pleasure, his pleasure alone, why,
because my body was on automatic full passion mode, everything I did to
intensify his climax was felt by my body taking me to the pinnacle of
passion, I felt him thrust extra hard then he released his seed into me;
as he gave a small grunt in the release I whimpered in total submission
to him, again the thought passed through my mind that I wished I could
have my lovers child, that the two for us could create a life between us.
This thought made me sad, even in the throws of ultimate passion, and a
tear escaped from the corners of my eyes.
I thought Brett hadn't noticed, but once I had cleaned myself up and got
into bed and into his arms he quietly asked me "why were you crying?" I
knew exactly what he meant so I lied and told him a half truth. "Because
you take me to places a woman only dreams about."
"Are you sure?" he quizzed me. "Of course," is cheerfully assured him.
"I'm happy to take you to these places," he smiled at me, then continued,
"As long as it's not about us not being able to have children!"
That shocked me, he seemed as if he knew my innermost thoughts, I felt
tears in the corners of my eyes. "H, h, how did you know?" I stammered,
now very close to tears.
Smiling at me he shrugged. "lucky guess." At that I broke completely
down, sobbing heart wrenching hiccoughs, tears streaming "B, b, b, but I
want to give you everything, children my love, my body, b, b, but I can't
because of, of, of well you know." I sobbed heartbroken, I think I was
starting to get hysterical because all of a sudden he slapped me
"Nichola," he snapped, "pull your self together - NOW," he hissed at me
angrily.
I was so shocked at him slapping me I stopped dead and just looked at
him, my hand going to my cheek where he had slapped me.
He took hold of my other hand and kissed my palm looking seriously at me
he gently spoke to me; spoke from the heart; "Nichola, don't let this
gnaw at you; it will tear you apart if you do. I love you, and you alone,
I adore you, all you little faults, your breath taking honesty everything
about you, when I asked you to marry me I knew everything about your past
- for gods sake you told me, so we can't have out own children, so what
we can adopt, give some kids a life they may not otherwise have, we will
love them as our own, you'll make a wonderful Mom"
He kissed my palm again; I was still staring at him, shocked that he had
slapped me.
In a daze I mumbled "you hit me, you - have - just - hit - me, and what
little faults," as I said this my voice slowly got louder.
He took hold of both my hand and in reply kissed me on my lips, I tried
to turn away but he was stronger than I was, eventually I surrendered and
started responding to his kisses, slowly at first then as the passion
built in me with gusto and passion.
He pulled away saying "I'm so sorry for slapping you, but you were
getting hysterical, I simply love you, all about you, everything about
you."
Contritely I looked at him and apologised, asking forgiveness and asking
to be held in his arms.
He looked seriously at me and answered, "On one condition." "Anything," I
pleaded, "anything at all."
Grimly he said, "Never ever think thoughts like that again, I love YOU."
He emphasised the 'you'.
"I promise," I answered, "I truly promise." He opened his arms and I
literally flew into them, relishing the comforting feel of him, as I
snuggled into him I muttered "and what little faults."
He gave a big sigh and muttered, "Will you get to sleep Nichola, it'll be
morning soon."
"Yes sir," I giggled settling down in his arms, I felt him kiss my hair
and then I was asleep.
Waking up the next morning was the best thing ever, I was snuggled in
Brett's arms smelling his wonderful man scent, I reflected how much more
sensitive my senses had become as the hormones took hold of me, my sense
of touch was very much enhanced, in part due to the very soft skin I have
now. My sense of smell was also more acute and different, Brett for
instance smelled MMMMMMMMMM wonderful, but other male's don't smell as
good to me, in fact some smelled horrid, but maybe this was love.
I lay there snuggled up when I felt the urge to look at his body,
carefully I slipped the duvet off and feasted my eye's on my future
husband, it didn't feel strange to call him that, it felt natural and
right, I stared at his masculine face, but in sleep he looked gentle and
caring, his neck was quite thick, but not too much, in proportion, broad
shoulders well muscled arms, but again not grotesquely so, same with his
chest, well defined muscles and a gorgeous six pack with just a slight
covering of hair, His legs were also well muscled and hairy, all in all
he was a real hunk - and he was all mine!
"What ARE you doing?" His sleepy voice made me jump as I was enraptured
just looking at him.
"Err just looking," I managed to answer somewhat embarrassed at being
caught.
"And do I meet with your approval?" he asked. "OH yes, VERY MUCH so," I
breathed as I headed up to kiss him, our lips met and his arms enfolded
me, the passion in that kiss was electric, I pressed my soft body against
him, my boobs squeezed against his muscular chest, my arms wrapped around
his neck, stroking his hair.
I felt him come to life and his gorgeous dick pressed against my belly, I
reached down and gently caressed his balls, scraping my long nails ever
so carefully over his scrotum, up and down his love shaft and circling
the livid red hot end of his shaft.
I could stand it no more and lovingly I guided him into me, not into my
prosthetic vagina, but into me, so I could really feel him inside me.
Our lovemaking was passionate but calm and measured; we were sure of
ourselves and comfortable with each other now, very much so.
As usual I had some wonderful orgasms these multiple orgasms I get now
were far better than when I was a man, I felt Brett's intensity and
realised he was close to his climax, just as I thought this I felt his
seed spurt into my body, and shuddered with delight giving a small squeal
of absolute pleasure.
We lay entwined for a few minutes, luxuriating in that wonderful feeling
after satisfying sex, he kissed my nose and whispered; "you know, I can't
wait for you to become a girl, but I'll really miss sex like we have just
had."
I stirred and looked him straight in the eyes. "What have I said?" he
asked. I continued to stare at him, then put him out of his misery
saying, "Look mister, we better had, even when I have my own vagina, I
still want sex like that - understand!" Grinning at me he told me,
"Message received and understood - now I'm for a shower." And with that
for the second day in a row he scrambled out of bed and beat me into the
shower, and for the second day in a row I missed him with the pillow.
Fawn
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