As the pandemic regulations started to loosen up, Rebecca began talking more with her friends Mike, Rachel and Tom again. Our local pub opened back up and Rebecca had met them out a few times. She hadn't asked me to join but I was ok with that. I really didn't like hanging out with them. As you know from previous chapters, Mike was always flirting with her and Rachel usually just ignored me, as did Tom.
Despite the pandemic getting better, Rebecca was still working from home and our routine was just as it was in the last chapter. I was regularly sucking on her nipples after her workouts, and once every week or so she let me cum. But only once a month did Rebecca ask me to go down on her. I was pretty sure though, that she was masturbating in the shower. Often I would hear what I thought was moaning, and a few times I saw her dildo left in the bathroom. I'll admit, this made me sad; it felt like another indication that I was less her boyfriend and more her servant or something. I just wasn't sure what to do, because I was 100% dependent on her and I wanted her. I really loved my life and our relationship.
And yet, despite everything, she seemed very happy, especially now that the pandemic was ending (albeit slowly). So, I didn't bother asking her about it.
She became extremely happy a few months after pandemic regulations ended. All in one day she learned that she would be returning back to the office, which she missed, and she learned that Rachel and Tom had broken up, and Rachel was moving into our same condo unit. About a 5 minute walk down a path.
After a few weeks, Rachel was settled in. Rebeccas and I had helped her move boxes in and unpack but she still had lots do it from what I could see.
"Isn't this amazing, John?" She was sipping on wine as I was finishing dishes. This was one of my days where I was dressed in panties, stockings, and a skirt. I was freshly shaved and my finger nails and toes were all painted. That day we had engaged in manis and pedis.
"Ya, I think it's great." Rachel was starting to become probably her best friend.
"We can workout together, hang together....get pedicures together." She basically winked at me.
"Wait, is that something you'll want me to do regularly?"
"Yes, if that's what she wants. She may want to go to a professional. I don't know. But I'm going to offer it."
"Ok."
"Speaking of Rachel, she's coming over tomorrow to use our little gym and workout with me." Our condo complex gym was still shut down from the pandemic. We had no idea when or if it open again.
The next morning I woke up and was happy to see that Rebecca had not left out clothes for me. I didn't want to be dressed in front of Rachel. I got up and made breakfast and began my daily task list. Around late afternoon Rachel came over. I was a little shocked because she simply walked in without even a knock.
"Oh, hi." She said to me. I must have looked totally confused because then she said, "Rebecca gave me a key." She held it up to show me.
"Oh, ok cool. She's in her office."
She looked just as hot as Rebecca. She had on tight shorts and a workout sports bra. All light blue, which looked nice on her tan, toned skin and against her blonde hair, which was in a pony tail.
I didn't realize they were planning to workout at the same time but it sounded that way. One was on the treadmill while the other lifted and did squats and whatever they did with the kettle bell.
When they were finished they came out and sat on the living room. Rebecca on the couch and Rachel on the chair.
"Rachel, do you want a shake? John makes some great after workout shakes. Chai seeds, strawberries...."
"Yes, I'd love one." She was still catching her breath from running.
"John, two shakes for us."
I quickly made their shakes. I had already been half way through Rebecca's so it didn't take me long. I brought them over and Rachel noticed my hands.
"Oh my god! Are your nails painted??" She said, with a mix of confusion and shock.
I had completely forgotten. I immediately blushed.
"Oh," I said. "Rebecca and I were....i don't know, just playing around a little and..."
"No, do not be embarrassed John." Rachel's tone was so stern and bitchy. She said it with such condescension...like I was stupid for even sounding embarrassed.
"That's what I keep telling him, too." Said Rebecca.
"John, just be yourself. Do not pretend to be someone else in this world. If you do, you'll never be happy." Said Rachel, all in the same tone as before.
"Ok." I said, unsure whether to engage more.
I turned and walked back to the kitchen to clean up the shake dishes as they continued talking. I was not really paying much attention until I heard my name and my ears perked up.
"Oh, John actually hand washes mine." Rebecca must have been talking about her workout clothes.
"He does??" Rachel seemed surprised. "That's so ideal! Does it really make that much of a difference?"
"Yes! I mean, I workout every day so for me it really does. Plus, I don't want John to have to do such a tiny load of laundry every few days. So this saves on electricity and time, too."
And then I heard her offer to have me wash Rachel's workout clothes too.
"I mean," said Rebecca, "you're working out here anyway, might as well just leave them and then when you come back they'll be clean again."
I could see that Rachel was thinking about it. I'd guess that if she thought of me as a normal guy she would probably have never considered it. It's a pretty private thing. But knowing that I was so submissive, and the pedicures and the painted nails, I really think she didn't care.
"Yes, I think I'd like him to do that!"
So, the next day she came over around the same time to workout. Rebecca had to run out for something work related, but told Rachel to just go ahead and use our gym. This time Rachel brought a bag and showered and changed before she left. As she walked out the door she said, "John I put my clothes in a little basket Rebecca put out for me. I guess it's my own personal basket," she said as she laughed, "sorry if they're soaked in sweat. Was a tough workout today." Then she left.
