[ Please read "My Invitation" (in Erotic Couplings) and "My Invitation: Grand Opening" (in Group Sex) as they are the beginnings of this tale. There is no explicit sexual activity in this chapter. The relationship between Nick and Kim is so much more than sexual, and totally sexual. I encourage women who read this story to write me, letting me know the feeling you have as you read Kim's story. Votes and comments (public or private) are encouraged from all readers on all my stories. ]
The weekend after our first night at the Club Kim moved in with me. I called four friends and they helped us get all her stuff moved in one day. The next day was spent putting things away and rearranging my life.
I had lived in the house ever since my parents passed and left it to me. Eight years to be more exact. Over that time I had shared the house with a few select house guests, friends, lovers for a weekend or even two, but Kim was the first to move in. The changes weren't even subtle. My eight years had transformed my mother's home into my bachelor pad. In her home there was a living room. In my home a TV media room, with big screen plasma TV and great surround sound stereo. In her home there were doilies on the backs of chairs and couches. In my home, a towel on the back of my recliner.
Kim moved in and the house changed, my life changed and our life together was incredible. Within a week she bought material for new curtains, "To lighten the place up." I didn't know it was dark. It was. She got new sheets for our bed. I thought the old ones were fine. When she showed me the new ones I knew she was right, again.
A month after we had moved together I was sitting at my desk at work when my phone rang. ID said it was Kim.
"Hi Honey."
"I just got a call from a hospital doing a seminar for women on breast cancer. They want me to speak. I want to do it and... I want you with me."
"When?"
"Saturday after next. The seminar goes from ten until four with me speaking from two-thirty to three-thirty."
"My calendar has us at the Club the night before. I think I should call and change us to Saturday night, or maybe the next weekend."
"Let's make it the next weekend. I want to be able to hang out with new friends after the seminar if we meet some."
"Ok. I'll change or reservations. Which hospital?"
I knew a nice restaurant near that hospital and told her I would reserve a table for us for after the seminar.
When I called the restaurant they wanted to know how many would be in our party. I didn't know so I said eight. I made three invitations on my computer that I could give to couples at the seminar, inviting them to join us at dinner.
When the day arrived Kim dressed in a suit. Business skirt and jacket with a white silk blouse underneath. As she pulled the skirt up I noticed no panties, just suspender hose. One more glance told me that she was not wearing a bra. She looked stunning. She had me wearing a dark charcoal suit with a blue shirt and dark tie.
The opening speaker was an oncologist who spoke for an hour about research and treatment options. It was spoken as a clinician speaks. Lots of science and no heart or soul. The second speaker spoke about prosthetics and the healing process. Another clinician. The rubber chicken lunch wasn't bad but so far there had been no excitement. All the luncheon conversation was muted. Of the two hundred people attending I counted eighteen men.
As we ate Kim kept looking around. She stopped looking and turned to me. "If you were speaking, what would you say?"
"Here's Kim!"
"Seriously. I feel something in this room and I need to speak to it. But, I can't quite identify it."
"Sweetheart, the women in this room are afraid. If they don't have breast cancer they are afraid they will have it. If they do have it they are afraid they'll lose their breasts and stop thinking of themselves as women. They are afraid their men will leave them, that their sex lives will be over, that love will disappear. Whoever invited you here knows you are the one who can speak to all of those issues."
"I hope you're right." At that moment a woman stepped up to the table and said, "Hi. I'm Marsha Whitehead, coordinator for today's program. You probably don't recognize me but I met the two of you at the Club not long ago."
Kim stood and they embraced. I stood and she embraced me. As I embraced her I said, "I think I remember you. You were dressed a little more casually last time I saw you."
We broke the embrace and she said, "I think last we saw each other you and I were in the showers." She sat with us and said, "Kim, I know you can feel the tension in the room. I invited you to speak because I need you to show them a woman who is who you are. A strong, sexy, alive woman who is still living life fully."
""I'm not sure what I should say."
"Yes, you are. Just stand up there and tell them your story and about your sister. Tell them about Nick. Hell, if you feel inspired show them the hearts."
Kim was quiet for a few moments and then looked at both of us and said, "I'm ready. Let's do this!"
They stood and walked to the speaker's platform. The murmurs died in the crowd and Marsha spoke.
"I have invited our last presenter to speak to you from a different context than the other speakers. Her name is Kim and she will tell you what she wants you to know. Please welcome Kim."
Kim stepped up and Marsha backed away. She looked out at the crowd and said, "I need some information from you. If you have had a diagnosis of breast cancer, please raise your hand."
Well over half the women in the room raised their hands.