Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
It's been so long since I've actively written anything outside of my journal, but this struck me this morning as my mind yet again drifted to Friday, and what I'd told Veronica. I'll put it on a seperate page, because it's long, and because it deserves to stand alone.
Rachyl's Journal (private, closed, no replies)
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Rachyl
19 years ago
Rachyl
19 years ago
The First Time
From my desk, I could hear it all
How bad she was being yelled at on the call
I wished I could approach down the hall
But in my worry I'd probably trip and fall
The call was over, her face was flushed
As away from her desk, the chair she pushed
Into the bathroom I watched her rush
around the corner, bent over, saw her tush
She came out clean and smelling fresh
Into her hair her fingers she enmeshed
As she stretched I felt gooseflesh
Under my blouse, skirt, and stocking mesh
She sputtered, sighed and wiped a tear
Brushed her black hair behind an ear
She beckoned me to her near,
Said "thank you for staying dear."
I realized then how often I'd gazed strong
At this woman, day in, out, and long
Inside my body there started a song
When she hugged me with thanks, I felt I belong
Shortly thereafter, frustration removed
Into the kitchen she started to move.
I followed her - "I hope your bad day improves"
She smiled back, witholding reprove
She looked at me then, gave me a wink
While washing dishes in the sink
Her bottom she gave a little twitch
And deep down inside I felt an itch.
Side by side we washed and dried
As work and the business day died
When we were finished, I complied
With her request to go outside.
She said to me, "He had me so pissed"
I told her that emotion I couldn't have missed
"Thank you for listening to me complain about this"
I said, "What're friends for?" and gave her cheek a kiss
She looked at me then, fire in her eyes
I recognized the lust, it came as a surprise
As she placed her hand on my parting thighs,
"Would you be with a woman if the chance would arise?"
My blouse she reached down to unfurl
I felt myself turned on by this girl,
Around my ear her tongue began to swirl,
"How would you like to give it a whirl?"
From my desk, I could hear it all
How bad she was being yelled at on the call
I wished I could approach down the hall
But in my worry I'd probably trip and fall
The call was over, her face was flushed
As away from her desk, the chair she pushed
Into the bathroom I watched her rush
around the corner, bent over, saw her tush
She came out clean and smelling fresh
Into her hair her fingers she enmeshed
As she stretched I felt gooseflesh
Under my blouse, skirt, and stocking mesh
She sputtered, sighed and wiped a tear
Brushed her black hair behind an ear
She beckoned me to her near,
Said "thank you for staying dear."
I realized then how often I'd gazed strong
At this woman, day in, out, and long
Inside my body there started a song
When she hugged me with thanks, I felt I belong
Shortly thereafter, frustration removed
Into the kitchen she started to move.
I followed her - "I hope your bad day improves"
She smiled back, witholding reprove
She looked at me then, gave me a wink
While washing dishes in the sink
Her bottom she gave a little twitch
And deep down inside I felt an itch.
Side by side we washed and dried
As work and the business day died
When we were finished, I complied
With her request to go outside.
She said to me, "He had me so pissed"
I told her that emotion I couldn't have missed
"Thank you for listening to me complain about this"
I said, "What're friends for?" and gave her cheek a kiss
She looked at me then, fire in her eyes
I recognized the lust, it came as a surprise
As she placed her hand on my parting thighs,
"Would you be with a woman if the chance would arise?"
My blouse she reached down to unfurl
I felt myself turned on by this girl,
Around my ear her tongue began to swirl,
"How would you like to give it a whirl?"
Rachyl
19 years ago
Sunday, July 3rd, 2005, second page.
So, I wrote that, and I feel pretty good. I feel... charged. Not only erotically, but mentally, creatively.
I called Veronica about noon and got her voicemail, left a message saying "hi" and that I'd call her later in the week... Left a message for Meegan, too, saying that I'd see her on Tuesday for work.
Spent a portion of the afternoon in the library (at least the 'Net access is free, but there's no delicious snacks), picked up a couple books. I decided it's cheaper to get books and movies from the library than it is to rent from Blockbuster or even to buy from a store like Goodwill.
After a month at Gothic-ah I'll revisit my financial situation. I don't think I can continue living in this apartment... It's comfortable enough, but there's no kitchen, and the window has begun to leak.
Maybe Veronica is interested in a roommate. I know Meegan's not... She's a private person with the name of a public figure. I think she's also an only child, but then, it's been so long since I've read her personal stats. I know what that's like... Mom gave me quite a bit of liberty in a lot of cases, especially in regards to my living space, and almost never invaded it unless she had a reason.
It could be a very interesting, broadening experience to share living space with someone... Especially with someone whom I feel so... compatible with. (In either woman's case.)
Well, dropping off laundry on my bed to be folded wouldn't quite count as an intrusion, but she did that every three days.
I don't think I'll soon understand why she felt the need to wash every three days as opposed to every week, since it was only the two of us, and we had enough clothes, in a lot of cases, for two weeks straight. Including underwear. Even when I was in field hockey, band, Aikido... There were always plenty of uniforms.
I should write her a letter this week... Her birthday is coming up, after all.
I should do my laundry before the party tomorrow, too.
So, I wrote that, and I feel pretty good. I feel... charged. Not only erotically, but mentally, creatively.
I called Veronica about noon and got her voicemail, left a message saying "hi" and that I'd call her later in the week... Left a message for Meegan, too, saying that I'd see her on Tuesday for work.
Spent a portion of the afternoon in the library (at least the 'Net access is free, but there's no delicious snacks), picked up a couple books. I decided it's cheaper to get books and movies from the library than it is to rent from Blockbuster or even to buy from a store like Goodwill.
After a month at Gothic-ah I'll revisit my financial situation. I don't think I can continue living in this apartment... It's comfortable enough, but there's no kitchen, and the window has begun to leak.
Maybe Veronica is interested in a roommate. I know Meegan's not... She's a private person with the name of a public figure. I think she's also an only child, but then, it's been so long since I've read her personal stats. I know what that's like... Mom gave me quite a bit of liberty in a lot of cases, especially in regards to my living space, and almost never invaded it unless she had a reason.
It could be a very interesting, broadening experience to share living space with someone... Especially with someone whom I feel so... compatible with. (In either woman's case.)
Well, dropping off laundry on my bed to be folded wouldn't quite count as an intrusion, but she did that every three days.
I don't think I'll soon understand why she felt the need to wash every three days as opposed to every week, since it was only the two of us, and we had enough clothes, in a lot of cases, for two weeks straight. Including underwear. Even when I was in field hockey, band, Aikido... There were always plenty of uniforms.
I should write her a letter this week... Her birthday is coming up, after all.
I should do my laundry before the party tomorrow, too.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Monday, July 4th, 2005. Happy Independence Day!
I got up just before dawn and rode my bike to the nearest bridge. Rode out on it, on the bike path, and watched the sun come up. It was quite... lovely. It has been a while since I'd taken a few moments to appreciate something so simple as the sunrise, and I enjoyed it. I watched as its curve peeked above the horizon, then closed my eyes and let its expanding rays cover my face. Cool breeze passing, the soft scent of the nearby ocean tickled my nose as I heard the city start to wake up. After the sun was completely above the horizon, I rode home, and stopped at the drugstore to pick up a card for Mom.
I stuck a note on it, "Write and mail at least 4 days before Aug. 7th" and placed it near the TV. Emptied the trash, cleaned the bathroom and my bed-corner... Now, realize, this isn't the first time I'd cleaned... Just the first time I'd mentioned it. I feel like I'm getting into a routine with my life here so far... Though starting my job tomorrow will likely change that a bit.
I ate lunch... standard Ramen... though I should start eating something with a bit more substance, like PB&J. I showered, dressed, and took the bus to Vesper Gardens at the listed time.
Meegan was there. It was quite a surprise. We watched the fireworks together and chatted a little, but didn't really make mention of sex, work, or the past... Mostly stuff about people who were there also, or tidbits of Nachton.
We left early - Meegan said something about an early shift - and I knew I'd want to be rested for the morning.
I got up just before dawn and rode my bike to the nearest bridge. Rode out on it, on the bike path, and watched the sun come up. It was quite... lovely. It has been a while since I'd taken a few moments to appreciate something so simple as the sunrise, and I enjoyed it. I watched as its curve peeked above the horizon, then closed my eyes and let its expanding rays cover my face. Cool breeze passing, the soft scent of the nearby ocean tickled my nose as I heard the city start to wake up. After the sun was completely above the horizon, I rode home, and stopped at the drugstore to pick up a card for Mom.
I stuck a note on it, "Write and mail at least 4 days before Aug. 7th" and placed it near the TV. Emptied the trash, cleaned the bathroom and my bed-corner... Now, realize, this isn't the first time I'd cleaned... Just the first time I'd mentioned it. I feel like I'm getting into a routine with my life here so far... Though starting my job tomorrow will likely change that a bit.
I ate lunch... standard Ramen... though I should start eating something with a bit more substance, like PB&J. I showered, dressed, and took the bus to Vesper Gardens at the listed time.
Meegan was there. It was quite a surprise. We watched the fireworks together and chatted a little, but didn't really make mention of sex, work, or the past... Mostly stuff about people who were there also, or tidbits of Nachton.
We left early - Meegan said something about an early shift - and I knew I'd want to be rested for the morning.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Tuesday, July 5th, 2005. My first day of work at Gothic-Ah!
I wore my green suit (since I wore the blue one on Friday to the "interview.")
As I entered the building and followed the directions given me by the receptionist, I saw the picture of me, in blue corsetted glory, hanging on an exhibition wall.
I found Meegan's office with no problem - it is all glass, after all - and knocked.
She bid me enter, then asked me what I was wearing... and proceeded to tell me never to wear it to work again. "Our dress code in the office is casual," she said as she stood - dressed in an amazing ocean blue bodice and matching skirt that faded to black at the bottom - and came over to embrace me. She whispered that she enjoyed the movie - I never did realize she didn't mention it at the party - and needed new batteries. I heated instantly, saying that Veronica and I needed to catch her up soon.
Then I said, "I would like you to know, Meegan, that I plan to be ninety eight point six percent professional when working with you, and a hundred and fifty percent dedicated to my work." She looked pleased - literally and figuratively.
She showed me my office - right next to hers - and explained that I could dress casual in the office but had to wear Gothic-Ah fashions when at client meetings. Fine by me. Then she took me on a quick tour of the office facilities (but not manufacturing) and dropped me off at HR to fill out paperwork with a rather nice woman named Martha. (Who commented on my green-ness, and I said I was a couple months behind on my holidays.)
As I perused the paperwork for employment, I was rather shocked at the benefits provided by the company - apparently I hadn't researched them as well as I'd thought when I originally purchased the design - and stared stupidly at the salary offer for several minutes before signing my name on the bottom line.
When I returned to Meegan's office, she gave me a corporate credit card and some petty cash to take care of my first two duties - buying Veronica a new shirt, and getting myself some more "appropriate" clothing - Appropriate, that is, for dressing in Gothic-ah dress code. I made a crack about the third duty being making out with her under her desk, but I joked saying that it was "point seven percent of my unprofessionalism for the day."
I set up my office quickly, making it comfortable, then I followed her directions to a store room on the second floor. I don't think I've ever seen so much fashion in one room in my life... Even at the fashion show. I picked out five sets... A green bodice and skirt that closely matched both the color of my business suit, as well as the style of Meegan's. A sleeveless, burgundy lace-up camisole with a sheer, thigh-length black skirt. A blue and black bodice with a brocade front, and wave-patterned black skirt. A black, tight leather corset, as well as a bustle jacket to go over it, and tight leather leggings. I realized I'd need to continue working out and lose a bit more weight before putting on the leather one when I saw it - the Egypt blue corset and spider print skirt. I knew Meegan wouldn't recognize me in it, and probably no one in the office would connect the exhibition picture with me. So I quickly changed into the green bodice set, dropped my choices in my office, and went to the Mall.
I looked for entirely too long but finally found a suitable top at The Gap, waited while the lady called Meegan to verify my use of the credit card, then took a taxi back to the office.
I joined Meegan and Jacob for lunch at the gym across the street. Jacob has long brown hair worn tied back at the nape of his neck, striking amber colored eyes, tall athletic build, and what was some mixture, multicultural caramel skin. Meegan had my name added to the company's memberlist, and I picked an exercise suit. Navy blue sports bra with a white tank that I decided not to wear, and matching spandex shorts. I changed and ran for a little while on the treadmill before we ate. Meegan made an amazing mixed greens salad, and Jacob concocted for me what he called the "Walker Smoothie." I arched a brow at him as he explained its contents... Banana for body, strawberries for tang, coconut and pineapple for flavor. It was quite good, and quite strange to have a drink named after me within a few hours of my starting. He commented he'd been thinking about what to put in it since we'd been introduced. I found myself briefly wondering if he was unattached... But again something inside me said, "No men. Not yet."
I showered before we returned to the office.
When we got back, Meegan gave me the piles of what she called PDOs (I guess that is HR shorthand for Paid Day Off) and OTRs (Overtime Requests) and told me to make sure each one was filled out correctly - department, shift, name - and signed.
Several hundred forms I went through... Really not too bad, but I needed to stand up every now and again to stretch and focus on something further away than my desk. It wasn't til later that I realized I kept looking at Meegan... Anyway, after I finished, I trucked them down to Martha and handed them over. She commented when she saw me, "Oh, hon, you look amazing in our fashions. You looked good in the suit, but now you look better. Like you belong." She nodded approvingly.
After that, Meegan met me at the elevator and we took a tour of the fashion floor. Such a wonderous area. Dozens upon dozens of mannequins and bodystands along the walls with partly finished articles. Racks and racks of completed items. Rows and rows of large, loud sewing machines.
Meegan commented that one of the orders being worked on was the one that she was bothered at home for on Friday. We walked around for a little while longer; she showed me the motley piles of silk bolts (a lot of black and red, but many others too), the seamstresses, the stressing machines. Neat little things... Kind of like a shoehorn, I was told, where it fits a prototype article of clothing perfectly, then twists, bulges, contorts, and otherwise tries to destroy the item - within the norms of human wear, supposedly - to make sure it's ready to be manufactured.
We entered another section of the warehouse completely dedicated to packing and shipping. Large trucks - not tractor trailers, but just big trucks kind of like UPS or FedEx trucks - were backed up to loading bays, with long conveyor tracks of boxes leading in different directions.
I asked Meegan if she wanted me to come in early like the rest of the workforce was, for the order, but she said "No necessary, Rachyl. I don't get in til 9 myself," and laughed. I think she was impressed by the offer though. I also offered to work a day or two in each of the different areas, to get a general idea of how the company worked, but she said she'd get back to me on that. She looked astonished that I'd suggest it, in fact.
By the time we got back upstairs, it was nearly 5pm, so she told me to just head on home. I gathered my stuff and was on my way out when Meegan joined me and offered to pay for my cab ride. "Can I take you home?" she asked.
I was thankful as I climbed in. When I gave the driver my address, Meegan looked briefly thoughtful, I think, but then it was gone, and before I could ask her anything, she gave me a quick rundown of the rest of the week.
By then though, my brain was ready to explode, so I told her we'd recap that in the morning, and got out of the cab. I shook my bottom for her as I walked to the door, and waved as she drove off.
I hung the outfits as best I could on the doorjamb of the bathroom. I tried on the black leather outfit - the one I knew I'd have the most trouble with - and it felt like I was very close to being able to wear it successfully. Maybe for my first client meeting... if I get another two weeks or so to work out at the gym. I should go there after work some days, or weekends.
I wore my green suit (since I wore the blue one on Friday to the "interview.")
As I entered the building and followed the directions given me by the receptionist, I saw the picture of me, in blue corsetted glory, hanging on an exhibition wall.
I found Meegan's office with no problem - it is all glass, after all - and knocked.
She bid me enter, then asked me what I was wearing... and proceeded to tell me never to wear it to work again. "Our dress code in the office is casual," she said as she stood - dressed in an amazing ocean blue bodice and matching skirt that faded to black at the bottom - and came over to embrace me. She whispered that she enjoyed the movie - I never did realize she didn't mention it at the party - and needed new batteries. I heated instantly, saying that Veronica and I needed to catch her up soon.
Then I said, "I would like you to know, Meegan, that I plan to be ninety eight point six percent professional when working with you, and a hundred and fifty percent dedicated to my work." She looked pleased - literally and figuratively.
She showed me my office - right next to hers - and explained that I could dress casual in the office but had to wear Gothic-Ah fashions when at client meetings. Fine by me. Then she took me on a quick tour of the office facilities (but not manufacturing) and dropped me off at HR to fill out paperwork with a rather nice woman named Martha. (Who commented on my green-ness, and I said I was a couple months behind on my holidays.)
As I perused the paperwork for employment, I was rather shocked at the benefits provided by the company - apparently I hadn't researched them as well as I'd thought when I originally purchased the design - and stared stupidly at the salary offer for several minutes before signing my name on the bottom line.
When I returned to Meegan's office, she gave me a corporate credit card and some petty cash to take care of my first two duties - buying Veronica a new shirt, and getting myself some more "appropriate" clothing - Appropriate, that is, for dressing in Gothic-ah dress code. I made a crack about the third duty being making out with her under her desk, but I joked saying that it was "point seven percent of my unprofessionalism for the day."
I set up my office quickly, making it comfortable, then I followed her directions to a store room on the second floor. I don't think I've ever seen so much fashion in one room in my life... Even at the fashion show. I picked out five sets... A green bodice and skirt that closely matched both the color of my business suit, as well as the style of Meegan's. A sleeveless, burgundy lace-up camisole with a sheer, thigh-length black skirt. A blue and black bodice with a brocade front, and wave-patterned black skirt. A black, tight leather corset, as well as a bustle jacket to go over it, and tight leather leggings. I realized I'd need to continue working out and lose a bit more weight before putting on the leather one when I saw it - the Egypt blue corset and spider print skirt. I knew Meegan wouldn't recognize me in it, and probably no one in the office would connect the exhibition picture with me. So I quickly changed into the green bodice set, dropped my choices in my office, and went to the Mall.
I looked for entirely too long but finally found a suitable top at The Gap, waited while the lady called Meegan to verify my use of the credit card, then took a taxi back to the office.
I joined Meegan and Jacob for lunch at the gym across the street. Jacob has long brown hair worn tied back at the nape of his neck, striking amber colored eyes, tall athletic build, and what was some mixture, multicultural caramel skin. Meegan had my name added to the company's memberlist, and I picked an exercise suit. Navy blue sports bra with a white tank that I decided not to wear, and matching spandex shorts. I changed and ran for a little while on the treadmill before we ate. Meegan made an amazing mixed greens salad, and Jacob concocted for me what he called the "Walker Smoothie." I arched a brow at him as he explained its contents... Banana for body, strawberries for tang, coconut and pineapple for flavor. It was quite good, and quite strange to have a drink named after me within a few hours of my starting. He commented he'd been thinking about what to put in it since we'd been introduced. I found myself briefly wondering if he was unattached... But again something inside me said, "No men. Not yet."
I showered before we returned to the office.
When we got back, Meegan gave me the piles of what she called PDOs (I guess that is HR shorthand for Paid Day Off) and OTRs (Overtime Requests) and told me to make sure each one was filled out correctly - department, shift, name - and signed.
Several hundred forms I went through... Really not too bad, but I needed to stand up every now and again to stretch and focus on something further away than my desk. It wasn't til later that I realized I kept looking at Meegan... Anyway, after I finished, I trucked them down to Martha and handed them over. She commented when she saw me, "Oh, hon, you look amazing in our fashions. You looked good in the suit, but now you look better. Like you belong." She nodded approvingly.
After that, Meegan met me at the elevator and we took a tour of the fashion floor. Such a wonderous area. Dozens upon dozens of mannequins and bodystands along the walls with partly finished articles. Racks and racks of completed items. Rows and rows of large, loud sewing machines.
Meegan commented that one of the orders being worked on was the one that she was bothered at home for on Friday. We walked around for a little while longer; she showed me the motley piles of silk bolts (a lot of black and red, but many others too), the seamstresses, the stressing machines. Neat little things... Kind of like a shoehorn, I was told, where it fits a prototype article of clothing perfectly, then twists, bulges, contorts, and otherwise tries to destroy the item - within the norms of human wear, supposedly - to make sure it's ready to be manufactured.
We entered another section of the warehouse completely dedicated to packing and shipping. Large trucks - not tractor trailers, but just big trucks kind of like UPS or FedEx trucks - were backed up to loading bays, with long conveyor tracks of boxes leading in different directions.
I asked Meegan if she wanted me to come in early like the rest of the workforce was, for the order, but she said "No necessary, Rachyl. I don't get in til 9 myself," and laughed. I think she was impressed by the offer though. I also offered to work a day or two in each of the different areas, to get a general idea of how the company worked, but she said she'd get back to me on that. She looked astonished that I'd suggest it, in fact.
By the time we got back upstairs, it was nearly 5pm, so she told me to just head on home. I gathered my stuff and was on my way out when Meegan joined me and offered to pay for my cab ride. "Can I take you home?" she asked.
I was thankful as I climbed in. When I gave the driver my address, Meegan looked briefly thoughtful, I think, but then it was gone, and before I could ask her anything, she gave me a quick rundown of the rest of the week.
By then though, my brain was ready to explode, so I told her we'd recap that in the morning, and got out of the cab. I shook my bottom for her as I walked to the door, and waved as she drove off.
I hung the outfits as best I could on the doorjamb of the bathroom. I tried on the black leather outfit - the one I knew I'd have the most trouble with - and it felt like I was very close to being able to wear it successfully. Maybe for my first client meeting... if I get another two weeks or so to work out at the gym. I should go there after work some days, or weekends.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
I wore the black-and-blue bodice and skirt.
Meegan gave me a crash course in the fashion industry and more about what we do, and gave me a few names and websites of competitors to research.
Lunch consisted of another salad, another smoothie (I've decided to go through the list of what Jacob can make, just for something different), and a decision to buy a swim suit to be able to swim at lunch or after work, at the gym's pool.
The afternoon was just as busy... More information, this time about fashion shows and expositions. I decided (yet again) to not tell Meegan I'd been in hers on Memorial Day.
I stepped off the bus when I got home, and realized I didn't want to be there.
So I rang Veronica, but got her voicemail. Then I called Meegan.
When she answered, I said, "Hey you, what're you up to? I'm not quite ready to go home yet, you wanna do a mid-week girls' night out?"
She paused a moment. In the background I heard music... She said, "I'm home, listening to music and drowning myself in some really expensive wine. Maybe some other night, huh?"
I got the vague impression she wasn't being fully truthful, but I wasn't going to call her out on it. I smiled as I tried to sound chipper, and said, "Sure thing. Don't forget, we're going out with Veronica on Friday night, so try not to use up all your self-partying energy before then! See you tomorrow."
I stuffed my cell back into my purse, then looked down at myself, still ensconced in black-and-blue. "All dressed up and nowhere to go," I thought, sighed flung open the door to the building. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and tossed on my sneakers, then hopped a bus to the mall.
I went from Neiman's to Penney's and found myself at Lord & Taylor, where I found a pretty decent selection of "club outfits," I guess I could call them. Sexy, provocative, and yet still provided decent coverage... Somewhat unlike what I've been wearing to work. Kind of funny, actually.
I chose a shimmery blue jacket, a silver shimmery top that was a bit small, but showed off my breasts nicely, and a pair of black slacks. (I haven't worn slacks in so long...) Also picked up a couple different colored thongs - black, blue, white and red - but passed on the bras. Grabbed a new, fluffy pillow and a copy of "Hitch" on DVD.
I stopped at a stationery store and picked up two small journals similar to my own - one a myriad of reds, the other a deep lavendar - for Meegan and Veronica. I popped into Hallmark for gift bags and bows and blank cards - with little pictures of a dog that looked oddly like Dill on them - then to a dollar store for some tissue paper before I headed home.
I realized that in about forty-eight hours I'd be going out on the town with two beautiful women - my friends! - and was just in a very good mood.
I wrapped the journals, wrote in the cards, and set them aside.
I was too excited to relieve myself of the day's minimal tension, so I just showered, dried, grabbed a beer, and plopped on the couch. I ended up watching Hitch, then Miss Congeniality 2 again, and headed off to bed.
Eva Mendes is -hot-. Kevin James is cute, too.
I wore the black-and-blue bodice and skirt.
Meegan gave me a crash course in the fashion industry and more about what we do, and gave me a few names and websites of competitors to research.
Lunch consisted of another salad, another smoothie (I've decided to go through the list of what Jacob can make, just for something different), and a decision to buy a swim suit to be able to swim at lunch or after work, at the gym's pool.
The afternoon was just as busy... More information, this time about fashion shows and expositions. I decided (yet again) to not tell Meegan I'd been in hers on Memorial Day.
I stepped off the bus when I got home, and realized I didn't want to be there.
So I rang Veronica, but got her voicemail. Then I called Meegan.
When she answered, I said, "Hey you, what're you up to? I'm not quite ready to go home yet, you wanna do a mid-week girls' night out?"
She paused a moment. In the background I heard music... She said, "I'm home, listening to music and drowning myself in some really expensive wine. Maybe some other night, huh?"
I got the vague impression she wasn't being fully truthful, but I wasn't going to call her out on it. I smiled as I tried to sound chipper, and said, "Sure thing. Don't forget, we're going out with Veronica on Friday night, so try not to use up all your self-partying energy before then! See you tomorrow."
I stuffed my cell back into my purse, then looked down at myself, still ensconced in black-and-blue. "All dressed up and nowhere to go," I thought, sighed flung open the door to the building. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and tossed on my sneakers, then hopped a bus to the mall.
I went from Neiman's to Penney's and found myself at Lord & Taylor, where I found a pretty decent selection of "club outfits," I guess I could call them. Sexy, provocative, and yet still provided decent coverage... Somewhat unlike what I've been wearing to work. Kind of funny, actually.
I chose a shimmery blue jacket, a silver shimmery top that was a bit small, but showed off my breasts nicely, and a pair of black slacks. (I haven't worn slacks in so long...) Also picked up a couple different colored thongs - black, blue, white and red - but passed on the bras. Grabbed a new, fluffy pillow and a copy of "Hitch" on DVD.
I stopped at a stationery store and picked up two small journals similar to my own - one a myriad of reds, the other a deep lavendar - for Meegan and Veronica. I popped into Hallmark for gift bags and bows and blank cards - with little pictures of a dog that looked oddly like Dill on them - then to a dollar store for some tissue paper before I headed home.
I realized that in about forty-eight hours I'd be going out on the town with two beautiful women - my friends! - and was just in a very good mood.
I wrapped the journals, wrote in the cards, and set them aside.
I was too excited to relieve myself of the day's minimal tension, so I just showered, dried, grabbed a beer, and plopped on the couch. I ended up watching Hitch, then Miss Congeniality 2 again, and headed off to bed.
Eva Mendes is -hot-. Kevin James is cute, too.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Thursday, July 7th, 2005
I picked the red lace-up camisole today, with matching skirt. Chose the red thong, too... Definately a new experience for me. Very... liberating, and yet, I still felt covered.
Got into work a bit earlier than normal - I keep thinking normal, and yet, today is only day three - and Meegan still had not arrived. I was standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish filling when I saw her step out of a cab. I washed her mug and quickly made it up for her, then moved to meet her at the elevator.
The doors parted, and she was slumped against the wall, looking clean and clear, and yet amazingly exhausted and - from her bloodshot eyes - a bit hungover. I handed her the coffee, and she sipped as we walked to my office. She handed me Dill's leash to walk him, then some money to run down to a juice bar for a Hangover Special (which I could only wonder what was in it) and something for myself.
I made a comment asking if she needed feminine products... She said she went for "a little ride." Offhandedly I joked about her ditching me for hot sex, and I could tell she was about to tell me I needed the same thing, but I motioned her to stop.
I walked Dill out, let him piddle on the curb, then continued to the dog park. It was relaxing, actually, to watch the dogs frolic there. Eventually, he came back to me, and we moved across the street to the juice bar. A few of the people looked at me funny, and I guessed not from my wardrobe choice for the day, but at my companion - the shiny-coated little brown mutt. When I reached the front of the line, I asked for Dante (whom Meegan had directed me to) and introduced myself, then ordered the Special and asked for something "peppy" for Thursday morning. He stepped away to mix, then came back with two cups and a paper bag marked "HO-Special."
We walked back, me with one arm of Dill-leash, and the other with a drink carrier and brown paper bag, and Dill with not a care in the world - well, outside of whatever things dogs usually care about. Chasing cats or fire trucks, peeing on fire hydrants, a nice filet mignon, I don't know. But he looked happy. Got back to the office and all of Meegan's was dark... Dill pushed his nose against the door trying to get in, so I knocked quietly.
When Meegan answered, she looked even more hung over - I guess the coffee hadn't helped - and handed her her smoothie and the bag. She asked me to join her, and I set my own cup on a coaster on her desk. She popped the lid off, and chugged it down, then shuddered revoltedly. She told me the ingredients... Tomato juice, worcestershire sauce, tabasco, vitamin powder, protein powder, blended together with milk and a little bit of ice.
Gross.
I stood and moved behind her, but there wasn't any room for me to give her a massage, so I asked her over to the couch. She sat on it with me... but faced me.
She looked at me, her eyes dark. How I was growing to love those eyes, and enjoy that look even more. "I need something else." Meegan said, and sighed softly. "I need you to touch me."
Of course, my sarcastic jokey self overrode my immediate romanticism, so I touched her nose with a beep, then she kissed my fingertip. I pushed up her dress and touched her the way she wanted as she told me about her night. How big he was, how he filled her and then some. I asked her to tell me all of it... I haven't been with a man in four years and wanted a little vicarious thrill. If only I knew...
She said he worshipped her body.
I know I thought something then, but I can't quite remember what it was... Probably that "men are good at it," or "women can do it too," and maybe even "I feel lucky you're telling me this."
Then she says she's spoiled for other men, that she'll either have to marry her new neighbor, or swear off men for ever. I commented that she had to get to know him better, that she should spend more time with him, whether it be sex or not, and that she knows at least two women who'd help her forget about him for a little while.
She said that's exactly what she wanted... and she climaxed against me.
Then she wanted to thank me properly. Of course, somewhere, my brain decided to dredge up, "A simple thank you, bright smile, and warm hug would be sufficient, but far be it for me to dissuade you from any ideas that might be percolating in your lovely head." I felt her warmth move closer to me, and said, "or lower..."
And she did. One for one. (I think she liked my thong.)
We napped on the couch there; I know I was out for about forty five minutes. After I woke (combination of sun and the noises of designing), I folded up the blanket she'd covered me with, made sure there were no remnants on the couch. When I stood to go, she asked me not to leave. I joined her at her drafting table, caressed her hair with my mostly-clean hand, and she told me about moving the design to the pattern. When we broke for lunch, we stood next to each other at the sink in the ladies' room, giggling at each other as we freshened up. She pinched my bottom as we exited, then we went to the gym.
We shared the sauna in relative silence - not even an uncomfortable one, in fact, it was quite the opposite - and after salads (and yet another new smoothie from Jacob) Meegan went back to her drawing table. Back to the drawing board. I sit here giggling, thinking about it, because it's so cliche, and yet, so very apt.
I checked her emails, answered fan mail, routed voicemails, passed important stuff onto Meegan. Luckily, none were urgent; in fact, I didn't really want to bother her... I know what it's like to feel creative and be bothered.
We walked out of the office together. She put me in a cab (again), but before she did, I gave her a soft kiss, and she squeezed my hand, then hugged me. The gratitude in her eyes was more than sufficient for words, and I was very glad I could help.
Found myself at home... I packed up the journals, made sure I put the right one in each respective bag, and attached the bows. Put it on my door-table, and hung the outfit on a hook in the wall.
I think I'm going to take a bath, then go to bed... Maybe I'll relieve myself first, then... I don't know.
I have noticed, though, that my daily journals are becoming longer... I might need a new one sooner than I thought, but we'll see.
I picked the red lace-up camisole today, with matching skirt. Chose the red thong, too... Definately a new experience for me. Very... liberating, and yet, I still felt covered.
Got into work a bit earlier than normal - I keep thinking normal, and yet, today is only day three - and Meegan still had not arrived. I was standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish filling when I saw her step out of a cab. I washed her mug and quickly made it up for her, then moved to meet her at the elevator.
The doors parted, and she was slumped against the wall, looking clean and clear, and yet amazingly exhausted and - from her bloodshot eyes - a bit hungover. I handed her the coffee, and she sipped as we walked to my office. She handed me Dill's leash to walk him, then some money to run down to a juice bar for a Hangover Special (which I could only wonder what was in it) and something for myself.
I made a comment asking if she needed feminine products... She said she went for "a little ride." Offhandedly I joked about her ditching me for hot sex, and I could tell she was about to tell me I needed the same thing, but I motioned her to stop.
I walked Dill out, let him piddle on the curb, then continued to the dog park. It was relaxing, actually, to watch the dogs frolic there. Eventually, he came back to me, and we moved across the street to the juice bar. A few of the people looked at me funny, and I guessed not from my wardrobe choice for the day, but at my companion - the shiny-coated little brown mutt. When I reached the front of the line, I asked for Dante (whom Meegan had directed me to) and introduced myself, then ordered the Special and asked for something "peppy" for Thursday morning. He stepped away to mix, then came back with two cups and a paper bag marked "HO-Special."
We walked back, me with one arm of Dill-leash, and the other with a drink carrier and brown paper bag, and Dill with not a care in the world - well, outside of whatever things dogs usually care about. Chasing cats or fire trucks, peeing on fire hydrants, a nice filet mignon, I don't know. But he looked happy. Got back to the office and all of Meegan's was dark... Dill pushed his nose against the door trying to get in, so I knocked quietly.
When Meegan answered, she looked even more hung over - I guess the coffee hadn't helped - and handed her her smoothie and the bag. She asked me to join her, and I set my own cup on a coaster on her desk. She popped the lid off, and chugged it down, then shuddered revoltedly. She told me the ingredients... Tomato juice, worcestershire sauce, tabasco, vitamin powder, protein powder, blended together with milk and a little bit of ice.
Gross.
I stood and moved behind her, but there wasn't any room for me to give her a massage, so I asked her over to the couch. She sat on it with me... but faced me.
She looked at me, her eyes dark. How I was growing to love those eyes, and enjoy that look even more. "I need something else." Meegan said, and sighed softly. "I need you to touch me."
Of course, my sarcastic jokey self overrode my immediate romanticism, so I touched her nose with a beep, then she kissed my fingertip. I pushed up her dress and touched her the way she wanted as she told me about her night. How big he was, how he filled her and then some. I asked her to tell me all of it... I haven't been with a man in four years and wanted a little vicarious thrill. If only I knew...
She said he worshipped her body.
I know I thought something then, but I can't quite remember what it was... Probably that "men are good at it," or "women can do it too," and maybe even "I feel lucky you're telling me this."
Then she says she's spoiled for other men, that she'll either have to marry her new neighbor, or swear off men for ever. I commented that she had to get to know him better, that she should spend more time with him, whether it be sex or not, and that she knows at least two women who'd help her forget about him for a little while.
She said that's exactly what she wanted... and she climaxed against me.
Then she wanted to thank me properly. Of course, somewhere, my brain decided to dredge up, "A simple thank you, bright smile, and warm hug would be sufficient, but far be it for me to dissuade you from any ideas that might be percolating in your lovely head." I felt her warmth move closer to me, and said, "or lower..."
And she did. One for one. (I think she liked my thong.)
We napped on the couch there; I know I was out for about forty five minutes. After I woke (combination of sun and the noises of designing), I folded up the blanket she'd covered me with, made sure there were no remnants on the couch. When I stood to go, she asked me not to leave. I joined her at her drafting table, caressed her hair with my mostly-clean hand, and she told me about moving the design to the pattern. When we broke for lunch, we stood next to each other at the sink in the ladies' room, giggling at each other as we freshened up. She pinched my bottom as we exited, then we went to the gym.
We shared the sauna in relative silence - not even an uncomfortable one, in fact, it was quite the opposite - and after salads (and yet another new smoothie from Jacob) Meegan went back to her drawing table. Back to the drawing board. I sit here giggling, thinking about it, because it's so cliche, and yet, so very apt.
I checked her emails, answered fan mail, routed voicemails, passed important stuff onto Meegan. Luckily, none were urgent; in fact, I didn't really want to bother her... I know what it's like to feel creative and be bothered.
We walked out of the office together. She put me in a cab (again), but before she did, I gave her a soft kiss, and she squeezed my hand, then hugged me. The gratitude in her eyes was more than sufficient for words, and I was very glad I could help.
Found myself at home... I packed up the journals, made sure I put the right one in each respective bag, and attached the bows. Put it on my door-table, and hung the outfit on a hook in the wall.
I think I'm going to take a bath, then go to bed... Maybe I'll relieve myself first, then... I don't know.
I have noticed, though, that my daily journals are becoming longer... I might need a new one sooner than I thought, but we'll see.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Friday, July 8th, 2005
Got up entirely too early, and yet, I felt great and awake and everything. I called Veronica, left her a message to call me at lunch.
Dressed up in the Egypt blue corset and skirt. Kind of decided I want to let the curls return, but we'll see. They can get difficult to manage.
Stopped at the Net cafe to check my email and the weather... I was kind of disappointed because the forecast was calling for high chances of rain due to the hurricane down south.
Oh well.
Realized I'm still not used to dressing the way I do every day, or even the attention that seems directed at me. I do enjoy it though. And I like how I look... and revel in how sexy I feel most of the time. Odd.
Headed to work. The day was slow... Probably because of my anticipation of the night's forthcoming events. I just couldn't wait to go out with my friends... But I didn't let it overly drag me down. Ironic, being bummed out because I'm overly anxious to be enjoying myself.
It's a good thing I do enjoy my job.
Lunch was quick... Veronica called me as I was on my way back to the office. Meegan told me to tell her that the limo would be picking us up, and I got her address. The afternoon was even slower than the morning. Meegan had me walk Dill again, once right after lunch and once before we closed up the office, just to make sure he wouldn't cause problems while we were "out" that night.
I got home at the normal time and freshened up, then dressed in the new blue and silver shimmery outfit I'd bought a couple days previous, a black thong, and the black slacks. Spritzed myself with my tiny bottle of "Blue," fluffed my hair and dabbed some of the perfume in all the fun places.
Veronica called me and told me they'd be here soon... Her voice sounded thready... I can't believe they started without me! But she certainly sounded like she was having fun.
And when I got into the limo, Meegan had Veronica's face trapped between her thighs, while Veronica's ass bounced in the air, fingers deep inside herself.
I set down the bags with the journal-gifts and joined them.
After Veronica and Meegan climaxed, we reclined on the seats. I gave them their gifts. Veronica was extremely excited, and she gave me a kiss thank you. Meegan was thankful, but she seemed distant. I imagine she'd never used one before and wouldn't know what to put in it. Maybe I'll give her some examples.
We decided on Japanese - rather, Meegan had made reservations and we assented - a restaurant called Oishii Sake. At the table, Meegan danced around her "meeting her new neighbor" and Veronica was extremely impressed with the "name dropping" that Meegan unintentionally engaged in... Apparently Veronica was a fan of the neighbor, too. And not just his music, but his... prowess.
I started to feel playful, so I ran my foot up Meegan's calf when a woman who'd just been seated across the aisle from us walked up for an autograph.
Meegan completely shocked her (but not me, I almost laughed at her response) when she said, "Oh, that's terribly brave of you to come over here and ask, but I don't give out autographs to the general public. You are more than welcome to come to a show or exibition and get one there. Thank you so much for the compliment. I do hope you enjoy your meal, the sushi here is first class."
So after the woman acted shocked and hurt, she and her companions moved to a different table.
I knew that Meegan had candy-coated her response, so I asked her exactly what she'd thought. She replied, "Something about her being a stupid ass, and sticking a chopstick in my eye if she cried. And I said fuck alot." I told her I liked her sugar-coated PR bull.
We finished our meals and stood and stretched all at the same time, eliciting giggles from all of us. Back in the limo we played "if you were stranded on a desert island." We behaved, for the most part, and Veronica kept looking at her journal, turning it over and over in her hands. We got to the "toy store" called "Dream Studios." Veronica went right to the strap-ons and picked a humungous, nine inch model. Then she and Meegan looked at the bondage stuff while I perused the ballchain. I found a little remote control vibrating egg - with a wink to the counter girl as a sort of promise to tell her I was going to behave - I pressed it against the small of Veronica's back. She nearly jumped out of her skin! For a brief moment she looked like she was going to ask me something, but she turned back to Meegan. Meegan selected a large domed black chest - I guess to hold the new toys - and I went back to the ballchain. Veronica teased me as I looked, and I pushed her away playfully.
Apparently I'd been dawdling while looking at the dildos and Meegan was starting to get antsy, so after she paid she came over to look with me. I indicated I was interested in one of the glass "units", but wasn't sure if I wanted clear or blue. I was leaning towards blue when Meegan agreed.
I requested several different lengths and diameters of ballchain, and a seven-inch blue glass item. On my way to the register I grabbed one of the remote controlled vibe boxes - it ended up being the one with the special pair of panties, and not the little egg. Spent a little more than I'd wanted - almost two hundred dollars - but it is and will be worth it.
We finally got out of the store, and tried to show off what we'd chosen but the ride to Club Eternity was entirely too short.
Someone named Mr. Swiftwood bought us drinks - unfortunately we didn't get to meet him. We danced close, hot and hard... I think we must have had just about every eye staring at us, every protruding body part pointed at us, as we moved together on the dance floor.
Finally our excitement became too much; we went back to Meegan's and played around in the shower, the bed, the tub, the sofa...
Got up entirely too early, and yet, I felt great and awake and everything. I called Veronica, left her a message to call me at lunch.
Dressed up in the Egypt blue corset and skirt. Kind of decided I want to let the curls return, but we'll see. They can get difficult to manage.
Stopped at the Net cafe to check my email and the weather... I was kind of disappointed because the forecast was calling for high chances of rain due to the hurricane down south.
Oh well.
Realized I'm still not used to dressing the way I do every day, or even the attention that seems directed at me. I do enjoy it though. And I like how I look... and revel in how sexy I feel most of the time. Odd.
Headed to work. The day was slow... Probably because of my anticipation of the night's forthcoming events. I just couldn't wait to go out with my friends... But I didn't let it overly drag me down. Ironic, being bummed out because I'm overly anxious to be enjoying myself.
It's a good thing I do enjoy my job.
Lunch was quick... Veronica called me as I was on my way back to the office. Meegan told me to tell her that the limo would be picking us up, and I got her address. The afternoon was even slower than the morning. Meegan had me walk Dill again, once right after lunch and once before we closed up the office, just to make sure he wouldn't cause problems while we were "out" that night.
I got home at the normal time and freshened up, then dressed in the new blue and silver shimmery outfit I'd bought a couple days previous, a black thong, and the black slacks. Spritzed myself with my tiny bottle of "Blue," fluffed my hair and dabbed some of the perfume in all the fun places.
Veronica called me and told me they'd be here soon... Her voice sounded thready... I can't believe they started without me! But she certainly sounded like she was having fun.
And when I got into the limo, Meegan had Veronica's face trapped between her thighs, while Veronica's ass bounced in the air, fingers deep inside herself.
I set down the bags with the journal-gifts and joined them.
After Veronica and Meegan climaxed, we reclined on the seats. I gave them their gifts. Veronica was extremely excited, and she gave me a kiss thank you. Meegan was thankful, but she seemed distant. I imagine she'd never used one before and wouldn't know what to put in it. Maybe I'll give her some examples.
We decided on Japanese - rather, Meegan had made reservations and we assented - a restaurant called Oishii Sake. At the table, Meegan danced around her "meeting her new neighbor" and Veronica was extremely impressed with the "name dropping" that Meegan unintentionally engaged in... Apparently Veronica was a fan of the neighbor, too. And not just his music, but his... prowess.
I started to feel playful, so I ran my foot up Meegan's calf when a woman who'd just been seated across the aisle from us walked up for an autograph.
Meegan completely shocked her (but not me, I almost laughed at her response) when she said, "Oh, that's terribly brave of you to come over here and ask, but I don't give out autographs to the general public. You are more than welcome to come to a show or exibition and get one there. Thank you so much for the compliment. I do hope you enjoy your meal, the sushi here is first class."
So after the woman acted shocked and hurt, she and her companions moved to a different table.
I knew that Meegan had candy-coated her response, so I asked her exactly what she'd thought. She replied, "Something about her being a stupid ass, and sticking a chopstick in my eye if she cried. And I said fuck alot." I told her I liked her sugar-coated PR bull.
We finished our meals and stood and stretched all at the same time, eliciting giggles from all of us. Back in the limo we played "if you were stranded on a desert island." We behaved, for the most part, and Veronica kept looking at her journal, turning it over and over in her hands. We got to the "toy store" called "Dream Studios." Veronica went right to the strap-ons and picked a humungous, nine inch model. Then she and Meegan looked at the bondage stuff while I perused the ballchain. I found a little remote control vibrating egg - with a wink to the counter girl as a sort of promise to tell her I was going to behave - I pressed it against the small of Veronica's back. She nearly jumped out of her skin! For a brief moment she looked like she was going to ask me something, but she turned back to Meegan. Meegan selected a large domed black chest - I guess to hold the new toys - and I went back to the ballchain. Veronica teased me as I looked, and I pushed her away playfully.
Apparently I'd been dawdling while looking at the dildos and Meegan was starting to get antsy, so after she paid she came over to look with me. I indicated I was interested in one of the glass "units", but wasn't sure if I wanted clear or blue. I was leaning towards blue when Meegan agreed.
I requested several different lengths and diameters of ballchain, and a seven-inch blue glass item. On my way to the register I grabbed one of the remote controlled vibe boxes - it ended up being the one with the special pair of panties, and not the little egg. Spent a little more than I'd wanted - almost two hundred dollars - but it is and will be worth it.
We finally got out of the store, and tried to show off what we'd chosen but the ride to Club Eternity was entirely too short.
Someone named Mr. Swiftwood bought us drinks - unfortunately we didn't get to meet him. We danced close, hot and hard... I think we must have had just about every eye staring at us, every protruding body part pointed at us, as we moved together on the dance floor.
Finally our excitement became too much; we went back to Meegan's and played around in the shower, the bed, the tub, the sofa...
Rachyl
19 years ago
Saturday, July 9th, 2005
I'm not sure what time we actually "went to bed." It had to have been after three... I'm still a little sore as I write this, but it's the soreness of one who got pretty well laid. Amazingly. Wow.
I was the first to wake, so I made breakfast while Meegan and Veronica played minimally and showered. I think when Meegan caught me cooking naked, she was even more surprised than Veronica had been... Veronica and I dressed in street clothes, and Meegan carried her duffle full of ki and dojo clothes, when Veronica got a phone call. She looked like she was about to cry, and quickly explained that her mom had had a stroke, and she needed to return home.
We parted tearfully, exchanged wishes of wellness and playfully forceful threats of bodily harm should one or another of us not keep in touch. Meegan offered to pay for Veronica's ticket... I missed what they ended up deciding.
Meegan and I continued onto the tournament, alone... The tournament was amazing; I felt a tiny pang of regret that I'd never been able to enter one of the tournaments for my own martial pursuits, but realized that, with my new workout routines, I very well could eventually rejoin. I might even be able to talk Meegan into sparring.
Afterwards, we went to back to Meegan's for dinner to celebrate her victory and new rank, find a place for the trophy to sit, and to get her into the tub to help her muscles to relax. We got a phone call in the midst of dinner; Veronica was saying she'd made it safely and would definately keep in touch. Tears could be heard on both sides, but we did our best to contain them by telling Veronica that Meegan had won, and that she only had a few bruises.
I'm not sure what time we actually "went to bed." It had to have been after three... I'm still a little sore as I write this, but it's the soreness of one who got pretty well laid. Amazingly. Wow.
I was the first to wake, so I made breakfast while Meegan and Veronica played minimally and showered. I think when Meegan caught me cooking naked, she was even more surprised than Veronica had been... Veronica and I dressed in street clothes, and Meegan carried her duffle full of ki and dojo clothes, when Veronica got a phone call. She looked like she was about to cry, and quickly explained that her mom had had a stroke, and she needed to return home.
We parted tearfully, exchanged wishes of wellness and playfully forceful threats of bodily harm should one or another of us not keep in touch. Meegan offered to pay for Veronica's ticket... I missed what they ended up deciding.
Meegan and I continued onto the tournament, alone... The tournament was amazing; I felt a tiny pang of regret that I'd never been able to enter one of the tournaments for my own martial pursuits, but realized that, with my new workout routines, I very well could eventually rejoin. I might even be able to talk Meegan into sparring.
Afterwards, we went to back to Meegan's for dinner to celebrate her victory and new rank, find a place for the trophy to sit, and to get her into the tub to help her muscles to relax. We got a phone call in the midst of dinner; Veronica was saying she'd made it safely and would definately keep in touch. Tears could be heard on both sides, but we did our best to contain them by telling Veronica that Meegan had won, and that she only had a few bruises.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Sunday, July 10th, 2005
Sunday I let Meegan rest, and went home to gather my dry cleaning and get everything ready - clothes, paperwork, stuff like that - for the upcoming week.
Sunday I let Meegan rest, and went home to gather my dry cleaning and get everything ready - clothes, paperwork, stuff like that - for the upcoming week.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Sunday, July 17th, 2005
The week went by pretty uneventfully. I'm really losing weight, now that I'm active at lunch and after work, and eating more sensibly than I have in some time. I've lost almost a full cupsize in my bras, and I need to go shopping to replace some of them. Maybe I'll go tomorrow. Or maybe I'll start eating a pack of butterscotch Krimpets at lunch... I can just imagine the look on Meegan's face!
The week went by pretty uneventfully. I'm really losing weight, now that I'm active at lunch and after work, and eating more sensibly than I have in some time. I've lost almost a full cupsize in my bras, and I need to go shopping to replace some of them. Maybe I'll go tomorrow. Or maybe I'll start eating a pack of butterscotch Krimpets at lunch... I can just imagine the look on Meegan's face!
Rachyl
19 years ago
Monday, July 18th, 2005
Work was slow, if busy. The orders are still coming in; we're still working on that one order that originally interrupted our first night together, almost two months ago now.
After work I went to the mall. As I was walking through window-drooling, I saw a girl standing in one of the display cases, holding something in her hand... With blood dripping down her arm. I ran in, looking for something to stem the bleeding in my purse, but only found a napkin. I pressed it to her palm and put the offending pendant in a box... Found out her name is Nyra... Another woman named Serena came up and took charge (I guess I didn't act fast enough to begin first aid) then a rather well-dressed man named Aron Swiftwood appeared, too.
So instead of taking the girl - woman - whatever, I had the feeling she is a bit older than me - to the first aid station in the mall, or even the emergency clinic nearby, we go to Aron's house. No, we went to his mansion, where his personal physician patched up Nyra. On the ride there, Serena indicated to me (and I agreed) that it was all very weird and that she'd be ready to fight... as would I.
Ended up having an amazing meal prepared for us by Jeeves, Mr. Swiftwood's butler/manservant, and an equally wonderful fresh fruit dessert. We parted ways, agreeing as we drove home that it was a most... unique night... and we shared contact info.
Work was slow, if busy. The orders are still coming in; we're still working on that one order that originally interrupted our first night together, almost two months ago now.
After work I went to the mall. As I was walking through window-drooling, I saw a girl standing in one of the display cases, holding something in her hand... With blood dripping down her arm. I ran in, looking for something to stem the bleeding in my purse, but only found a napkin. I pressed it to her palm and put the offending pendant in a box... Found out her name is Nyra... Another woman named Serena came up and took charge (I guess I didn't act fast enough to begin first aid) then a rather well-dressed man named Aron Swiftwood appeared, too.
So instead of taking the girl - woman - whatever, I had the feeling she is a bit older than me - to the first aid station in the mall, or even the emergency clinic nearby, we go to Aron's house. No, we went to his mansion, where his personal physician patched up Nyra. On the ride there, Serena indicated to me (and I agreed) that it was all very weird and that she'd be ready to fight... as would I.
Ended up having an amazing meal prepared for us by Jeeves, Mr. Swiftwood's butler/manservant, and an equally wonderful fresh fruit dessert. We parted ways, agreeing as we drove home that it was a most... unique night... and we shared contact info.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
At lunch the next day I told Meegan about my night; the shopping, the girls, the art that Nyra had made us, Serena's strange behavior, Mr. Swiftwood's oddities. Even Meegan seemed a bit surprised at the rich gentleman's eccentricities, but was mostly quiet. I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to give him a call, when she asked me for his information - ostensibly to thank him for supplying us with drinks that night at Club Eternity.
At lunch the next day I told Meegan about my night; the shopping, the girls, the art that Nyra had made us, Serena's strange behavior, Mr. Swiftwood's oddities. Even Meegan seemed a bit surprised at the rich gentleman's eccentricities, but was mostly quiet. I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to give him a call, when she asked me for his information - ostensibly to thank him for supplying us with drinks that night at Club Eternity.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Friday, July 22nd, 2005
The rest of the week went slowly, but it was nice talking to Meegan about everything and nothing. Friday though, she seemed somewhat distant, but I guessed it was just the whole "busy week" thing - twice she'd locked herself in the office, designing. Sometimes she looked like she'd run a hundred miles, or like she'd been in another martial tournament, the condition I found her in when I took her more coffee or a sandwich.
I asked her out for dinner, but she politely declined, saying she had other plans for Friday night and Saturday, but would call me Sunday.
The rest of the week went slowly, but it was nice talking to Meegan about everything and nothing. Friday though, she seemed somewhat distant, but I guessed it was just the whole "busy week" thing - twice she'd locked herself in the office, designing. Sometimes she looked like she'd run a hundred miles, or like she'd been in another martial tournament, the condition I found her in when I took her more coffee or a sandwich.
I asked her out for dinner, but she politely declined, saying she had other plans for Friday night and Saturday, but would call me Sunday.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Saturday, July 23rd, 2005
I ran my finances. I'm doing quite well in the savings arena, though I should start putting more of my paycheck back into my investments... well after I find a better place and have everything shipped back to me.
In the meantime, speaking of having things shipped, I've become almost a regular at Qwerty, showing up before breakfast or after work, randomly on weekends or late at night. I think the one guy, Sam, likes me, he gives me discounts or doesn't catch me at the end of my two-hour allotments like the older weekends lady, Esther, does. Veronica started her own Internet Journal through Livejournal, though she assures me she's using the one I gave her on a regular basis. I'm glad.
I started my own, with a disclaimer: "This is the beginning of the beginning. Well, not really. I mean, I have the journal that I really keep, sitting in my apartment, but there's no way I'm going to start transcribing what I write there onto the Web. It's entirely too personal."
I can't imagine what someone would think if they got a hold of the real thing...
Stopped at the mall for just a little shopping, figured if we - Meegan and I, that is - did actually go out on Sunday, I'd want something new to wear.
I ran my finances. I'm doing quite well in the savings arena, though I should start putting more of my paycheck back into my investments... well after I find a better place and have everything shipped back to me.
In the meantime, speaking of having things shipped, I've become almost a regular at Qwerty, showing up before breakfast or after work, randomly on weekends or late at night. I think the one guy, Sam, likes me, he gives me discounts or doesn't catch me at the end of my two-hour allotments like the older weekends lady, Esther, does. Veronica started her own Internet Journal through Livejournal, though she assures me she's using the one I gave her on a regular basis. I'm glad.
I started my own, with a disclaimer: "This is the beginning of the beginning. Well, not really. I mean, I have the journal that I really keep, sitting in my apartment, but there's no way I'm going to start transcribing what I write there onto the Web. It's entirely too personal."
I can't imagine what someone would think if they got a hold of the real thing...
Stopped at the mall for just a little shopping, figured if we - Meegan and I, that is - did actually go out on Sunday, I'd want something new to wear.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Monday, July 25th, 2005
Sunday was... unique. Meegan called me early - woke me up actually - and invited me out to breakfast. We met at the Americana restaurant on The Strip called Cherries; they had a French-style buffet.
As we were waiting to order, Meegan told me that the day before she had gone to Virginia to celebrate the anniversary of her parents' death. I knew that saying "I'm sorry" wouldn't quite be right, so when I asked her to tell me about them, she gently declined saying they weren't nice people. I could tell she was touched by my asking, though.
So when we were eating, we talked about family, and I mentioned my father's leaving, but Meegan didn't question me. So I questioned her... and her response was something like, "I know about your father."
I almost freaked. I started remembering the wrist-grabbing at the Indian restaurant, and further into my memories the flashes of...
I told her that she didn't betray my trust by knowing more about me than I'd have initially cared, but didn't mind now that I thought about it and wanted her to be honest about it in the future.
We ended up getting the food to go, so we could talk in privacy, and the waitress - Shelly, we found out her name was - left us her phone number on a slip of paper under the check. I programmed it into my phone as we took a taxi to Vesper.
We chatted for a while, eatting, then found our way to the Art Museum. Quite a nice place, with a large selection of paintings even within the first two wings - which was all we saw. Found Nyra in the wing and we chatted briefly. As Meegan and I were on our way out, I saw... the worst painting I've ever seen.
It was a rather large oil painting of what looked like a view from the driver's seat of a car; signs were visible, if blurry, and there was a vague feeling of motion from the somewhat blurred seperating stripes. In the impossibly large rear view mirror, grossly distorted, were two figures, standing on a curb, the shorter figure with a hand raised, almost as if they were waving at the driver... The speedometer was pegged at ninety. It was signed "J.Walker."
I found myself on my knees, trying not to vomit on the floor.
Meegan carried me outside, where we sat on a low wall, and I bawled into her chest... The first time I'd ever cried about the whole ordeal of my father leaving.
We stopped at my place so she could change and so I could freshen up, then went to the Mall. First thing Meegan did was find a suitable replacement top (I didn't mind, it was the only one I had clean) then we stopped in a "Love Texas" style store. I got a hat. Meegan told me about her purchases in Richmond; she got a bunch of varied vases (vahzez) and we brainstormed ideas to fill them and make them more pretty.
I confronted her in the dressing room of that first store and told her I really want her to be forthcoming about her eerily intimate knowledge of me... and I resolved to tell her why later that night.
I taught her the meaning of "prosti-tots" and "fuck-me boots" and she made a comment about Jersey terms being derogatory. I told her the boots were just fun! Also found out Dill was at the vet for boy-dog problems.
We went to so many stores, I must have bought a full two weeks' worth of clothes. We stopped in Fredericks; I really wanted to find something sessy that our company didn't offer, but couldn't decide, and besides, I want to lose a bit more weight. Down to 120! Yay! I'm thinking though that I'll just become more toned from here on out, but I digress.
She bought me so much stuff... It'll be hard to pay her back, and even harder to properly thank her. Though I know she probably doesn't want to be paid back.
We went to dinner at the Piazza, then moved up to the room for massages... But since we'd have been waiting a while I decided to tell her. I lay on the couch with my head in her lap as I told her... everything.
She gave me a full-body hug for a few minutes as I cried, fists full of tissues, body wracked with sobs. Then she cancelled our massages, setup the clothes delivery for seven am, and stood and walked me to the bed.
Sunday was... unique. Meegan called me early - woke me up actually - and invited me out to breakfast. We met at the Americana restaurant on The Strip called Cherries; they had a French-style buffet.
As we were waiting to order, Meegan told me that the day before she had gone to Virginia to celebrate the anniversary of her parents' death. I knew that saying "I'm sorry" wouldn't quite be right, so when I asked her to tell me about them, she gently declined saying they weren't nice people. I could tell she was touched by my asking, though.
So when we were eating, we talked about family, and I mentioned my father's leaving, but Meegan didn't question me. So I questioned her... and her response was something like, "I know about your father."
I almost freaked. I started remembering the wrist-grabbing at the Indian restaurant, and further into my memories the flashes of...
I told her that she didn't betray my trust by knowing more about me than I'd have initially cared, but didn't mind now that I thought about it and wanted her to be honest about it in the future.
We ended up getting the food to go, so we could talk in privacy, and the waitress - Shelly, we found out her name was - left us her phone number on a slip of paper under the check. I programmed it into my phone as we took a taxi to Vesper.
We chatted for a while, eatting, then found our way to the Art Museum. Quite a nice place, with a large selection of paintings even within the first two wings - which was all we saw. Found Nyra in the wing and we chatted briefly. As Meegan and I were on our way out, I saw... the worst painting I've ever seen.
It was a rather large oil painting of what looked like a view from the driver's seat of a car; signs were visible, if blurry, and there was a vague feeling of motion from the somewhat blurred seperating stripes. In the impossibly large rear view mirror, grossly distorted, were two figures, standing on a curb, the shorter figure with a hand raised, almost as if they were waving at the driver... The speedometer was pegged at ninety. It was signed "J.Walker."
I found myself on my knees, trying not to vomit on the floor.
Meegan carried me outside, where we sat on a low wall, and I bawled into her chest... The first time I'd ever cried about the whole ordeal of my father leaving.
We stopped at my place so she could change and so I could freshen up, then went to the Mall. First thing Meegan did was find a suitable replacement top (I didn't mind, it was the only one I had clean) then we stopped in a "Love Texas" style store. I got a hat. Meegan told me about her purchases in Richmond; she got a bunch of varied vases (vahzez) and we brainstormed ideas to fill them and make them more pretty.
I confronted her in the dressing room of that first store and told her I really want her to be forthcoming about her eerily intimate knowledge of me... and I resolved to tell her why later that night.
I taught her the meaning of "prosti-tots" and "fuck-me boots" and she made a comment about Jersey terms being derogatory. I told her the boots were just fun! Also found out Dill was at the vet for boy-dog problems.
We went to so many stores, I must have bought a full two weeks' worth of clothes. We stopped in Fredericks; I really wanted to find something sessy that our company didn't offer, but couldn't decide, and besides, I want to lose a bit more weight. Down to 120! Yay! I'm thinking though that I'll just become more toned from here on out, but I digress.
She bought me so much stuff... It'll be hard to pay her back, and even harder to properly thank her. Though I know she probably doesn't want to be paid back.
We went to dinner at the Piazza, then moved up to the room for massages... But since we'd have been waiting a while I decided to tell her. I lay on the couch with my head in her lap as I told her... everything.
She gave me a full-body hug for a few minutes as I cried, fists full of tissues, body wracked with sobs. Then she cancelled our massages, setup the clothes delivery for seven am, and stood and walked me to the bed.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Monday, July 25th, later entry.
Of course, I find myself dripping tears as I think about what I told her, but it's not as horrendous as it was... It feels like what Meegan gave me last night, what I gave of myself, helped lessen the pain, just a little.
I woke up first, just before seven, wrapped in her arms. I turned carefully, and watched her breathe peacefully til she woke up a few moments before roomservice and the laundry delivery knocked on the door. We showered and dressed, then ate quickly, and shared a cab to work. We entered, arm-in-arm, and she looked at me the whole elevator ride. Her eyes kept saying to me, "I'm proud of you. I'm in awe of you. I care..." I squeezed her hand. I knew that if I tried to thank her, I'd probably start bawling. As she went to her work and I to mine, I reminded her I wanted to pick up Dill from the vet with her. She looked at me as if to say, "All that we went through in the last twelve hours, that's all you can say?" but it was so fleeting, I know she instantly remembered the toast I'd give at dinner the night before, and that I need to move on from that dark, dark corner of my life, and get my foot on the path of the one before me.
After work, Meegan got the call from the vet, and I joined her to pick up Dill. She looked so relieved that he was okay.
Of course, I find myself dripping tears as I think about what I told her, but it's not as horrendous as it was... It feels like what Meegan gave me last night, what I gave of myself, helped lessen the pain, just a little.
I woke up first, just before seven, wrapped in her arms. I turned carefully, and watched her breathe peacefully til she woke up a few moments before roomservice and the laundry delivery knocked on the door. We showered and dressed, then ate quickly, and shared a cab to work. We entered, arm-in-arm, and she looked at me the whole elevator ride. Her eyes kept saying to me, "I'm proud of you. I'm in awe of you. I care..." I squeezed her hand. I knew that if I tried to thank her, I'd probably start bawling. As she went to her work and I to mine, I reminded her I wanted to pick up Dill from the vet with her. She looked at me as if to say, "All that we went through in the last twelve hours, that's all you can say?" but it was so fleeting, I know she instantly remembered the toast I'd give at dinner the night before, and that I need to move on from that dark, dark corner of my life, and get my foot on the path of the one before me.
After work, Meegan got the call from the vet, and I joined her to pick up Dill. She looked so relieved that he was okay.
Rachyl
19 years ago
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
I told Meegan that I wanted to do some laps at the gym after work, and offered to have her join me, but she said she had other plans...
I told Meegan that I wanted to do some laps at the gym after work, and offered to have her join me, but she said she had other plans...
Rachyl
19 years ago
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005
Meegan came in a bit later than usual, and I greeted her again with coffee. She thanked me then disappeared into her office... Dill pulled his bed out again, and I realized she was in a creative mood... But there was something else. She was almost glowing the way she had when she came in that day after meeting Drev... At lunch, she seemed distant and quiet, and she didn't even exercise that much. She had me pick her up what she termed the "Flu special" from that smoothie bar out near her place, but she didn't look sick... Well maybe a little pale. I suggested she give her doctor a call, and she brushed off my concern saying "I'm fine." Even Dill looked worried, pacing before her closed door, the office darkened by the curtains.
It was near closing time when Meegan finally opened the curtains and had me come back in. She apologized, said the entirety of the weekend plus having a gentleman caller at dinner last night had finally drained away her energy. Then she went on to quickly ramble that our outing on Sunday and the events attached were not cause at all, and I knew she was telling the truth... She gave me a hug, and as we seperated, wiped makeup from my cheek with her wet thumb. "Extra makeup? You're not getting a skin rash or something, are you?" I asked her. She shrugged and said it was nothing. Of course, I know better, but I also knew that I wasn't going to get anything out of her just then. "Well, I'm here if you need an ear, you know that."
Meegan came in a bit later than usual, and I greeted her again with coffee. She thanked me then disappeared into her office... Dill pulled his bed out again, and I realized she was in a creative mood... But there was something else. She was almost glowing the way she had when she came in that day after meeting Drev... At lunch, she seemed distant and quiet, and she didn't even exercise that much. She had me pick her up what she termed the "Flu special" from that smoothie bar out near her place, but she didn't look sick... Well maybe a little pale. I suggested she give her doctor a call, and she brushed off my concern saying "I'm fine." Even Dill looked worried, pacing before her closed door, the office darkened by the curtains.
It was near closing time when Meegan finally opened the curtains and had me come back in. She apologized, said the entirety of the weekend plus having a gentleman caller at dinner last night had finally drained away her energy. Then she went on to quickly ramble that our outing on Sunday and the events attached were not cause at all, and I knew she was telling the truth... She gave me a hug, and as we seperated, wiped makeup from my cheek with her wet thumb. "Extra makeup? You're not getting a skin rash or something, are you?" I asked her. She shrugged and said it was nothing. Of course, I know better, but I also knew that I wasn't going to get anything out of her just then. "Well, I'm here if you need an ear, you know that."
Rachyl
19 years ago
Friday, July 29th, 2005
The rest of the week was pretty normal. Meegan and I chatted while at lunch, and when she needed a break from designing. We're down to a week left for that big order, and from what the floor manager says, tallies are looking good and we might even finish a couple days early.
The sex has kind of tapered off, but that's more of a good thing, because it's easier to get to know someone when you're talking face to face, as opposed to having said face buried between each others' legs.
Which I wouldn't complain about, mind you. I still haven't opened my "toy." It sits on the crates at the end of my bed. Good thing the only person in my place has been Meegan; I wouldn't even care to dive across the room to hide it.
I think after next week's pay period I should be stable enough to find a new place. In my "bored time" research at work - or even when I go in to the Qwerty Cafe early - have found some lovely lofts available over near the bay. The busride would be a bit longer, but I'd have my own place. They're hinted at being more of a fixer-upper though, which I don't mind, but my pocketbook might.
The rest of the week was pretty normal. Meegan and I chatted while at lunch, and when she needed a break from designing. We're down to a week left for that big order, and from what the floor manager says, tallies are looking good and we might even finish a couple days early.
The sex has kind of tapered off, but that's more of a good thing, because it's easier to get to know someone when you're talking face to face, as opposed to having said face buried between each others' legs.
Which I wouldn't complain about, mind you. I still haven't opened my "toy." It sits on the crates at the end of my bed. Good thing the only person in my place has been Meegan; I wouldn't even care to dive across the room to hide it.
I think after next week's pay period I should be stable enough to find a new place. In my "bored time" research at work - or even when I go in to the Qwerty Cafe early - have found some lovely lofts available over near the bay. The busride would be a bit longer, but I'd have my own place. They're hinted at being more of a fixer-upper though, which I don't mind, but my pocketbook might.