It was hard to believe Christmas was right around the corner. It seemed like just yesterday I was buying the corset for Halloween, but that night, we put on some Christmas music, poured a couple glasses of wine, then setup and decorated the tree. I don't know what it was, whether it was being female, or the stress relief from getting even with Jim, or the alcohol, but I was SO happy! Giddy and laughing about everything. I don't think I had been that excited to hang stockings since I was a kid.
"So what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Jenifer asked, after we had finished, just sitting and relaxing in front of the fireplace, looking at the tree.
"Preferably something where I don't get dirty." I answered, thinking about my last job. "Sales would be nice but I suspect I'll probably have to be a secretary or something first."
"OK. Well, Since we've finished taking care of "Jamie" we can dedicate more time to Stage 3 of your 'Master' plan." Jen said, using air quotes. "Tomorrow night we'll work on building your Resume'"
"Thanks Jennifer." I said tearing up. "I don't know what I would do without you!"
"Oh baby." Jennifer hugged me to console me. "You would probably curl up somewhere and die."
"Oh My God!!" I said, breaking the hug to slap her teasingly.
Her bright eyes and smiling, beaming face made me feel even more at ease as she sat there, wine glass in her hand. Her head was being framed by the lamp behind her and to me it looked more like a halo. 'She is an angel.' I thought as a single tear streamed down my cheek. 'MY angel!'
"Danielle. I'm sorry." she said, wiping the tear from my cheek. "I was just teasing."
"I know." I said leaning toward her. "Its just with the light behind you like that ... you looked like an angel."
She didn't say a word as I leaned in closer to kiss her. My body tingled as her lips pressed back into mine. She must have set her wine glass down because next, both of her hands were tangled in my hair drawing me down onto her body.
Laying there on top of her, our legs intertwined, my pussy began to quiver as she used her leg to put pressure on my clit. Playfully, our tongues swirled around, teasing the other as we continued.
Breaking off the kiss to come up for air, I gazed down at her beautiful, smiling face.
"You make me so happy." Jennifer said, caressing my face.
Catching her hand, I kissed her fingers. "Wait here. I have an idea!" I said, before planting another kiss on her lips.
Retreating to my bedroom I changed into a flyaway baby-doll nightie that put my bellybutton piercing on display, along with its matching panties. I slipped my feet into my light-up high heels before returning a moment later with a blanket, a towel and a basket full of lotion and aromatherapy candles.
"Well what do we have here?" she said, taking in my appearance.
"I believe in another life." I started saying, ignoring her question. "That I owed you a full body massage. Tonight I am going to repay that debt."
"Danielle, you don't have to do that!" she said getting up
"I want to Jennifer." I said, walking over to spread the blanket where she had been sitting. It was the perfect place really, just in front of the fireplace but not too close. Once I had the blanket spread I positioned and lit the candles near her head but not close enough she would bump them. Dimming the lights so most of the illumination came from either the tree, the fireplace, or the candles, I stepped up to her, our breasts grazing, as I looked her into her eyes.
"This isn't just about repaying a debt." I said, giving her a kiss. "This is about showing you how much I appreciate you." I continued, settling my hands on her hips. "How much I love you." I hooked my fingers on the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head, exposing her satin and lace clad breasts. "And just how much you mean to me."
"So why the outfit?" she asked, kissing me back putting her arms around my neck.
"Why not?" I responded, while undoing her pants.
Shimmying out of her pants, she stood there for a moment pulling her hair into a pile on her head and showed off her bra and panties.
"What do you think of
my
outfit?" she said, taking a sip of her wine before pirouetting, her thong putting her tight ass on display.
"Mmm, I think you're overdressed." I said. Stepping in to her again I reached around to pop her bra off. Wearing a bra everyday, I had actually gotten pretty good at doing that.
Jennifer's mouth fell open and her eyes opened wide as her breasts were freed from their confinement. Staying close I sniffed the perfume at her neck before raining light kisses there, my hands sliding down her sides to hook into the waistband of her panties. I went to my knees to draw them all the way off her legs. She just stood there, on display for me, her pussy easily at mouth level as she stepped out of her panties but I resisted the urge. I had something else planned for tonight.
Standing back up, I used the slight height advantage I had, thanks to the heels, to exert control over her.
"Lay down my love." I said, indicating the blanket in front of the fireplace.
Without another word she complied flipping her head and hair to one side.
My eyes ran over her sexy female form. From her straight, long blond hair, down her smooth back, around the curve of her hips and buttocks, and then on down her long, sensuous legs to her small feet with the French tipped nails. It was times like this I missed being Daniel!
Kneeling down next to her sexy naked body, I pulled a bottle of massaging oil out of my basket. Drizzling it down her back I began working it in slowly, being careful not to scratch her with my long nails. I had promised to do this for her for many months but had never gotten around to it. Now that I was doing it, I wondered why I hadn't sooner. I was also surprised with the number of knots she had, especially in her shoulders.
Using the oil to do most of the work, I slid my hands all over her back and shoulders. Occasionally I would graze the sides of her breasts but just enough to get her attention and tease her. Turning my attention to her legs I did the same thing but stayed away from her honeypot. I could tell I was starting to have an effect when I heard her breathing change and she parted her legs a bit more.
Indicating for her to turn over, I think she thought the 'torture' was over but I continued as I had been. A muskiness rose in the room as her level of arousal increased. I smiled that my ministrations were having the desired effect but it wasn't time yet. Jennifer was practically whimpering when my hands wold approach and then avoid her, now very juicy, pussy. I did massage her breasts but likewise avoided her sensitive nipples. Several times she moved her pussy into my hands as I massaged her tender thighs but it was even more excruciating for her when I didn't continue after the first grazing touch.
I was of course, driving her crazy with desire and she soon realized I was not going to stop until she did something about it. Sitting partially up while I began working her calves again, she grabbed and drew me in. Pulled off balance, I fell on top of her as she wrapped her body around mine, planting kisses all over my face, neck and chest as she fought her way to my sensitive breasts. When she drew the cups of my nightie aside and her lips encircled my engorged nipples, I realized she wasn't the only one I had been teasing.
My skin tingled with every gentle caress and we soon became a tangle of arms and legs, my chosen garments for the night pulled off and strewn on the floor as our lovemaking continued.
What seemed like hours later we lay there next to the fireplace covered loosely with a blanket, our bodies still slick with perspiration. We lay facing each other not saying anything, just looking at each other and thinking. How did we get here? Where are we going? Can we reconcile our current relationship with everything that's happened? Or at least, that's what I was thinking.
"Do you ever miss being Daniel?" Jennifer asked, breaking the silence.
"Everyday." I answered truthfully.
"Really?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "I'm sorry. What I meant was, you almost seem like you've given up, you know. Like you've just accepted you'll be like this forever."
"I wouldn't say given up." I explained. "I've accepted it though, it was really hard at first but it's gotten easier."
"What if something happened and you turned back, even for a little while, what would you do?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.
"I would show you just how much I love you." I answered. "I would TELL you how much I love you, I wouldn't waste any time doing either and I would savor every moment like the next I was going to turn back."
Wiping the tear from her eye, I suggested we move to the bedroom where she was soon fast asleep in my arms. I on the other sat up for a long time just looking at the ceiling and thinking.
Moving in with Jennifer was a new experience for me and a little bit of culture shock for both of us. Aside from the fact that I now for the first time in my life had a roommate, she was also my friend and lover. We did go a few days later and bought a bed to put in "my" room but other than making love in it, it largely sat unused.
Our daily routine wasn't much different than mine was before I moved in with her. I did modify it a bit though by getting up at the same time she did so I could make her breakfast. After she left I would shower and if needed, shave my legs. The rest of the morning was generally dedicated to cleaning around the apartment. After lunch I would take to the job boards on the internet trying to find something, anything. The fact that it was the holiday season was not helping me in that regard at all. Simply nobody was hiring and the rare few that were didn't want to take the risk on a 20something with no degree and no work history. When I was frustrated with my job search I would settle my mind, or try too, with my newest hobby. Teaching myself how to crochet.
About an hour before Jen would get home, I would start supper. We would eat when she got home and talk about our days. After supper we would wash and dry the dishes before going for a run or to the gym for yoga. Jennifer often laughed at me because the only time I ever wore pants was when we were exercising. Other than that, I always wore either a skirt or a dress. Incidentally it was also the only time I wasn't wearing high heels as well.
Letting out a sigh, I slumped back in the computer desk chair, folded my arms beneath my breasts and crossed my legs. Sighing again, I scrolled down the job list displayed on my computer screen, 'This' I thought. 'is even harder than changing my identity was!'
My real frustration was I couldn't even get a job as a waitress. Well that's not true, I knew Neal would probably give me a job at McGill's but that was now on the other side of town and I didn't want to risk running into Mike or "Jamie" there.
"This clearly
isn't
working." I uttered, turning my attention back to the computer screen. "I need to try something
different
." I said to myself. "Something different." I repeated, thinking aloud, as I spun the chair slowly in a circle. "What I need is experience." I continued my thought process. "But no one will give me a job to get that experience ... (SIGH!!!) ... OK! What do I know?" I wondered, when in the back of my head, a saying I had heard MANY times, came to the fore. 'It's not WHAT you know, It's WHO you know!'
'JUSTIN!' I thought. Uncrossing my legs I got up, scrambling for my purse. Finding it, I opened it up, pulled out my wallet and searched for his business card. It wasn't hard to find actually, other than Jennifer's, it was the only one in there.
Grabbing my phone, I took a few moments to calm my breathing and settle my nerves before dialing.
