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Caitlin and James - Part Four
By Cherie Petersson
Chapter 14 - A morning in the life of Caitlin and James
I wake up and it takes me a few minutes to remember where I am, I'm lying
on my back in bed in a femininely decorated bedroom.
I turn to my right and look at my beautiful boyfriend James, he's lying
on his side facing me, his head resting on my shoulder, with my arm
wrapped around him.
I kiss him on the forehead, he stirs a little but stays asleep.
He's wearing a pink nightie and his long black hair, which, when worn
down almost reaches his the bottom of his shoulder blades, is tied into a
ponytail on top of his head using a pink scrunchie.
I manage to get out of bed without waking him, walk into the kitchen and
turn on the coffee machine that darling Jamie has set up with water and
coffee powder the night before so I only have to flick the switch.
I head into the bathroom and take off my pajama-shorts and tank-top and
take a shower.
I'm currently living with my (quite new) boyfriend while I'm in between
flats. Because of a snafu, the rental lease on my cheap one bedroom
apartment ended two weeks before my tenants at the beachside place that I
own at Queenscliff move out.
I bought that place soon after I completed my law degree and got my first
job, but the repayments were a bit of a struggle so I rented it out until
I had a couple of pay rises. I can't wait to move back there because I
absolutely love the beach and love surfing.
I was going to stay at a friend's place on the weekdays and Jamies' on
the weekend but after the first weekend with him I couldn't be bothered
moving out. It's just that he so attentive, you could almost say
motherly, in how he looks after me.
I get out of the shower, dry off, go out to the kitchen and pour myself
and James a cup of coffee. I go into the bedroom sit on the side of the
bed and hold the cup under my beautiful boyfriend's nose, which never
fails to wake him up.
His eyes open, he rolls onto his back, looks at me, smiles and says:
"Good morning Caitlin." He sits up and accepts the cup from thanks me and
gives me a kiss.
"It's so lovely to wake up to the smell of coffee Caitie," he says as his
ponytail flops to the side of his head.
He take a sip of coffee, looks at me and asks: "Aren't you cold?"
I tell him no - it's autumn in the southern hemisphere but in Sydney
autumn is more like an extended summer, so it's not cold at all.
What James was very subtly trying to point out is that I'm totally naked.
I don't think it's a big deal to walk around home naked, but James is
such a prude in that respect.
We look into each others eyes at we drink our coffee. I then put mine
down on the bedside table, pretend that I'm about to stand up, but then I
grab his penis through the sheets - it's rock hard.
"Looks like my prude little sissy doesn't mind seeing his gorgeous lover
naked," I say stroking his cock.
"Please stop Caite, I'll spill my coffee."
I take the cup from his hand and start kissing his lips while also
stroking his penis. When I get physically aggressive with him he's so
defenceless and submissive, which is such a turn on for me.
His body shudders, I pull back the sheets and see that he's had a little
accident but it's only messed the nightie. I take some tissues from his
bedside table and wipe his penis, then I tell him to get out of bed, I
then help him out of his nightie.
"Sorry but I need to pee," James says doing a little dance.
I let him go to the toilet and I go to the laundry to soak his nightie in
the sink.
When I get back he's still in the bathroom, so I put on my bra and
panties.
The first and last time I opened the door and walked into the bathroom
while he was on the toilet, he screamed in shock, but today I decide to
take a chance and open the door a little to see him with toilet paper in
his hand checking his tummy and abdomen, presumably for spilt cum. he
looks up at me in shock.
"Aren't you doing to do my hair today, I thought you like doing my hair."
James washes his hands, follows me out of the bathroom and into the
bedroom, starts to open a drawer to get something to wear.
I grab his wrist and close the drawer.
"NO."
"But I'm totally naked."
I pick up his pink plastic heart shaped dangly earrings off his make-up
table and clip them to his ears.
"There, you're not totally naked anymore."
I pick up my hairbrush and his hair dryer and sit down at his make-up
table.
He puts them down and instead picks up the hair product he's been
encouraging me to use, puts in on his hands and runs it through my hair -
some type of hair moisturiser.
"I'm only doing your hair without anything on because I'm worried about
one or both of us being late for work," he says.
"It's a bit dangerous to be doing anything naked, because my thingy might
get in the way."
"Especially when it stiffens a little when I clip your pretty hearts to
your ears," I say with a smirk.
"I have with wash the product off my hands, I'll be right back," he says.
I watch as his cute little butt wiggles out the door.
The first few mornings I was at his place, he used to be up before me and
fully dressed, but I enjoy it when I'm up first and get to embarrass the
little prude, and enjoy the sight of his cute body - it's not at all
muscular, but it's well toned, and very cute.
He come back and brushes and blow dries my hair, I move my eyes away from
his body and look at the ponytail and his earrings dangling about. He
doesn't wear those earrings out, but has been wearing them at home in the
evening with his pink nighties, especially after I made a fuss over how
cute he looked.
After a while he turns the hairdryer off. and I ask him to put my hair in
a ponytail.
"Not that high, just in the usual place," I say.
I refuse his offer to borrow his hair accessories and opt for one of my
simple hair ties.
He finishes off, I finish dressing and James goes into the kitchen.
As I'm entering the kitchen, James is taking my porridge, or oats as
others call it, out of the microwave.
This, I should point out, did not come from a packet from the
supermarket, it was made from scratch by James yesterday using the basic
ingredients. He was making me a cooked breakfast of eggs and sausages.
eggs benedict, or pancakes every morning but I mentioned something about
being a cholesterol factory, and James assures me porridge helps lower
cholesterol.
We sit and eat, James asks me if I'm going to work today.
I tell him yes, he then asks why I'm wearing jeans to the office.
"I don't know how you get away with it," he says finishing off his toast.
"Well I do get away with it and I'll only be in the office preparing for
a court case.
He nods, and rushes off to shower and gets dressed, I open my laptop and
check my work emails and read some news, then clean up the kitchen
About 20 minutes later I walk into his bedroom soon after I hear his
hairdryer turn off.
He's at his make-up table putting on his foundation and mascara, wearing
his hair in a high ponytail (but not on top of his head) with a red
scrunchie, a red shirt-like blouse, and a waistcoat with red flowers on
it.
"Why are you wearing pants darling," I ask.
"I always wear pants to work," he says brushing out his bangs.
"Well those waistcoat outfits come with skirts as well as pants, it's a
shame you don't wear them,"
"I've worn them, besides I'm a man, and men don't usually wear skirts and
dresses," he says putting in his large gold hoop earrings.
Once! With me going to the movies," I say a little too loudly
"Look at you, with your big earrings, makeup, a girly hairdo, and an
outfit bought at a ladies boutique long before I met you. I think after
all the feminine things that you already wear, going to work in a skirt
will be a much smaller step in the eyes of others than you think."
But James protests that he doesn't think he's allowed to wear skirts or
dresses to work, as he puts his makeup pouch and his purse in his
handbag.
"Then why did you buy those outfits from a girl's shop, you could have
got some similar outfits from a men's shop?"
"I liked the pretty flowers," he says blushing.
I give him a hug and whisper in his ear: "Darling, there's nothing to be
ashamed about being a feminine guy, it's one of things I like most about
you."
"Besides you've told me yourself that you're a feminine guy, and that you
prefer wearing dresses or skirts.
"Then the office you work at is a safe place to fully express your
femininity. How long is it since anyone at work has been mean to you
because of the way you dress?"
"Quite a while," he mumbles.
"Then you should ask someone senior at work if you're allowed to wear
skirts and dresses to work."
"We're going to be late," he says standing up walking out the bedroom
door.
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Chapter 15 - The deal
On the way to work he complains he's never seen me wearing dresses.
James also mentions that I haven't worn earrings in five days.
"I know you only wear studs but they'll close up, which will make them
all itchy and sore," he says.
"Who says that darling?"
"Auntie Mary."
"Well aren't you a regular nag today, it's actually a couple of weeks
before the lobes start to close up,' I say, trying not to raise my voice.
The rest of the journey was in silence. I'm surprised that James didn't
try to defend his late aunt, his feminine mentor and authority on all
things girly.
I pull up to an empty parking space right outside his building.
"There you go sweetheart, 10 minutes to spare," I say.
He thanks me and apologises for nagging me.
"Look, I'll do you a deal," I say.
"If you ask someone in senior management or human resources about wearing
skirts and dresses to work, and can produce evidence that you have. No
matter whether you get approval or not, I promise you I'll wear some
lovely dresses a few times before winter comes and it starts getting
relatively cold."
"Really! Wow, that would be so awesome Caitie!
And they'll be low cut dresses, showing off my hot body, with hems above
the knee, but you have to be able to prove that you've asked. Remember,
I'm a barrister, I know all about evidence.
He rests his head on my shoulder, and says: "I love you Catie, I'll
definitely ask."
"And I'll sweeten the deal," I say.
"I'll be more enthusiastic about wearing dresses, and I'll even wear a
pair of your hoop earrings tomorrow at work and once on the weekend and
see how it goes after that, if you wear your bright red lipstick to work
today.
"I know it's in your handbag, it goes so well with your outfit, and
you've worn lipstick at work before."
He looks at me, I slowly nod, he then pulls out his makeup pouch and
unzips it.
As he's putting on his lippy, I get out of my car, walk around to the
front passenger's door and I let him out after he's done his lips.
We walk to the front door of his building holding hands, give each other
a hug and kiss. He apologises about being nervous about wearing lipstick.
I kiss him on the forehead and tells him he looks terrific.
As that's happening couple of middle aged women walk past and stop and
says hello to James.
He says hello, and introduces me.
We have one more kiss, he turns around and pat him on the butt and tells
him to get going.
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