Aimee - Ch. 08

After Don left to start off on his business trip I decided to make the short walk to my apartment. The temperature in the low 20s and blustery winds blew sharply up under her long pleated skirt and froze parts of her that should not be frozen. The first thing she sought when entering the apartment was a fresh pair of panties. Panties never felt so good as they did when she pulled them up and they began warming her where she preferred to be warm.

She had decided to relocate, at least while Don was gone, to the penthouse at AEGIS and needed to get some clothes. She grabbed a plastic bag from under the sink and went to her dresser and closet to fill it with what she thought she might need. Moving to the bed she picked up her flannel nightgown with the pink ribbon trim and her body pillow named George and stuffed it all into the bag. Walking back to the AEGIS building she wondered if she might be mistaken for a bag lady as she slung the large black plastic bag over her shoulder for the walk of several blocks. She did turn a few heads while walking through the lobby and entering the Penthouse elevator.

As she watched the climbing digital floor numbers, she realized that the elevator smelled faintly like him. The scent of his cologne hung in the air and reminded her of what they had shared over the past 24 hours.

Using her key card, she opened the penthouse door and entered, closing it behind her. She dropped the plastic bag and dug through it, pulling out a pair of yellow jeans and a beige cotton shirt. She had just finished changing when the doorbell rang.

Looking at the camera monitor she saw a woman with very curly short hair and dark rimmed glasses standing on the other side of the door, peering up into the security camera. She was holding what looked like a clipboard.

She opened the door and was met face to face with a tall, statuesque, and casually dressed woman who smiled and said, "Hi Aimee, I'm Meagan, Don's personal assistant. How are you doing?

"I'm doing OK.," said Aimee, "Thank you. It's nice to meet you."

Don wanted me to take you shopping while he is away. His instructions were ...," and she looked down at her clipboard, "take her to the finest shops and spend at least five-thousand dollars getting her whatever she would like for some new clothes."

Then he wanted me to take you to N&N and show you around to see if there was anything there that you might like to have.

"N&N?" She asked?

"Nice & Naughty," said Meagan with a sly smile.

Aimee had no idea what that meant and she didn't ask because she was afraid of what the answer might be. Instead, she asked a question.

"How long have you worked for Don?"

"For ten years. I assume he has told you about his divorce. Ever since then. It was a very difficult time for him, and I guess I helped him through it just by being there and acting as a sounding board while he worked through it. It was a little awkward because I was only 22 at the time and had only been working as one of his secretaries for just a couple of weeks at the time. As our friendship grew, he asked me to become his personal assistant and I've been at his side ever since.

Aimee could not help but notice some of the similarities between Don's experience ten years ago and his relationship with Meagan and her own experience in recent months. She wanted to ask Meagan for a little more information about the relationship between Don and her but again, was a little afraid of the answer she might receive.

Meagan smiled at her and, as if reading her thoughts, said, "I suspect you may be wondering if Don and I have been, or are, romantically involved at all."

Meagan's statement startled her, and she waited with her heart bracing for the answer.

"The answer, Aimee, is 'no,' Not even a little. I like Don but I'm really into girls."

"Girls? What do you mean?"

"Well, women, actually, if you know what I mean."

Aimee began shaking her head and furrowed her brow. "I don't understand."

"Oh my, my young one. Don told me that you are inexperienced in these things, but I didn't think that ... Well, let's just say that I am attracted to women rather than to men. Don knows and respects that and so it has never been an issue with us. At any rate, it's a little late to do any shopping today, shall we go tomorrow?"

"That would be wonderful, yes.," Aimee responded.

"Let's make it a date then. Shall I call for you at 8:00 and we can start with breakfast?"

"OK.," said Aimee.

"All right then, is there anything you need right now? Will you be comfortable staying here alone tonight?"

Smiling, Aimee said, "I've got George to keep me company, so I'll be fine."

Meagan looked confused as she looked quickly around the room, "George?"

Aimee reached into the plastic bag and pulled out her body pillow and held it out in front of her, "Meet George.," she said.

They both laughed as Meagan said, "Good choice. By the way, I was instructed to give you these." Meagan reached into her purse and pulled out Aimee's panties, freshly laundered and neatly folded resting on her hand. She smiled slyly and said, "Have a pleasant evening with George. I'll see you in the morning then." And with that she left pulling the door closed behind her.

That evening, as Aimee sat on the velvet gold couch she waited for Don's promised call. Instead, she got a text message: "Sorry hon, can't call, tied up in meeting. Will try in AM."

With a disappointed sigh, she looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 10 pm. It was time for bed. After removing her clothing, she dug through the plastic bag for her flannel nightgown. She pulled it over her naked body and caught the reflection of a dowdy looking woman in the mirror across the room. Remembering the feeling of the cool linen sheets against her skin, she decided to do something she had never considered before. She pulled the nightgown back over her head and slipped between the sheets completely nude, pulling George in with her.

Turning off the bedside lamp, she lay in the dark and her mind began replaying the events of the last 24 hours. She felt as though she had been living in the body of a different woman altogether. Bursting upon her thought processes was a kaleidoscope of new feelings, unimagined sensations, and forbidden images. It came to her that while she was still holding on to her virginity, it hung only by a thread. The last 24 hours with their passions and arousals had carried her into a different universe and held her dangling over the brink. The memory of the touch of his lips to her wet panty clad mound and his tongue pressing into the furrow. The image of him wrapping his erection in her stained panties and pleasuring himself just this morning. The response of his member as it grew turgid under her touch while he slept. The texture of him on her tongue and the taste of his cum as it filled her mouth. The thick milky white fluid being expelled into the air as he came while they masturbated together. The agony and ecstasy on his face. The feel of her fingers as she spread her labia and touched herself under his gaze. The shower, interrupted while they reached a united climax with their fingers pressed into one another's hidden orifice. The cryptic remark of Meagan, "I'm more attracted to women than I am to men."

All of these things played over and over in her mind as she wrapped her arms and legs around George and hugged him close.

She had held him like that on many previous occasions. She had often wept, leaving him tear stained as she rocked back and forth with him held tightly in her embrace. She had even, on occasion, wrapped her legs around him, enjoying the feeling of protection and security as she pulled him close. Tonight, as she drifted off to sleep, she realized that this was the very first time she had ever stained him with the moisture collecting inside her and seeping out between the swollen lips between her legs.

Softly she whispered, "Sorry George." And then, she was asleep.