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Bobbi's Story 6 One, Two, Three, Kick!
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let us pass. Inside a man of definite corporate bearing sat behind a
large desk. He was in his late fifties, but looked somewhat younger,
although the touch of distinguished grey hair around the temples
did rather give his age away. He appeared to be athletic, and quite
muscular from what I could see of his arms through his starched,
white shirt. His face was angular, but very handsome with a nice
smile for us in greeting. He looked like the sort of man I would nor
mind working under in any sense of the words. This job could be fun
with someone like him for a boss. I could easily get used to taking
orders from him.
"Mr Saxon," Paul said, "I'd like, err... you to meet your new
receptionist. This, err... is Bobbi." Before Paul could say more the
man rose, and extended his hand to mine in greeting. "Call me Bill,"
he said. "I'm the vice-president of traffic here, but I don't stand on
formality. Would you like to sit down, so we can get acquainted?"
I did very much want to get better acquainted with him. I also did
not want him to let go of my hand. His grip was firm without being
hard, but with a gentleness and strength in it that made me tingle.
I looked at his left hand, and did not see a wedding ring on it. A few
thoughts flew through my mind that had to be quickly dismissed. A
man like this would want someone who was already all the woman
she could be, and besides, he was old enough to be my father. Still,
I found him very attractive, and I knew that would make for an
interesting working relationship.
"Thank you, Bill," I said, and daintily deposited myself in a chair
in front of his desk. "Thank you, Paul," Bill said taking the file
folder that Paul had been carrying. "I think Bobbi and I can take
things from here, and you can get back to your own work." Paul had
a strange look on his face, and I am sure some of it was a bit of
jealousy. He started as if to say something, but stopped, and just
took his leave of Bill and I, closing the office door behind him. Bill
and I were alone now.
"I hope you don't mind me getting rid of him that way," said Bill,
returning to his desk, and taking his seat behind it, "but I like to get
to know the people that work with me here, and I find that's often
dif- ficult with Personnel buzzing around. He did, of course, tell you
what the job was all about?" Bill was looking me over in much the
same way as other men had been doing all morning, but there was a
lot more gentleness here. There was lust in his eyes, but there was a
note of respect too. I felt comfortable talking to him.
"Yes," I replied. "He told me that I would be your receptionist,
and do a little typing as well. Are there any other duties I should
know about?" Bill let a playfully evil leer cross his face when I said
that, but made it disappear quickly. I really had not meant anything
by it, but it had come out as if I had. I made a mental note to
be careful of my choice of words in the future. Women have to be
careful of things like that. "No," said Bill, composing himself, "no
other duties that I can think of now. We'll see how things work out
as you go along. I am a firm believer in promoting from within, so
you will have the opportunity to advance if you wish. Now let's just
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get to know you."
We chatted for about half an hour about a lot of things. He was
genuinely interested in the people who worked in his department,
and was insistent that they worked with, and not for, him. He asked
about everything I did without prying too deeply into my personal
life. I told him that I lived at home with my mother, Edith, and
grandmother, Sarah, and about my modeling jobs and dance lessons.
I did, however, omit telling him about certain parts of my life, and
certain anatomical details of my body that I thought would not add
any worthwhile details to the story. "It sounds like you want to be an
entertainer someday," Bill said to all that I told him. "Maybe," I said,
"but right now I just want to do this job well enough to satisfy you."
That same playfully lecherous grin crossed his face again. "Yes," he
said. "Well, I'm sure you'll do that... in some way. Now let me get
you to your desk."
Bill pressed the intercom button on his phone, and said, "Gwen,
could you come in, please." Gwen appeared through the door seconds
later. She was Bill's personal secretary, and the woman who had let
Paul and I into the office earlier. She was in her late twenties, or
about thirty, with blonde hair and green eyes. She also had quite
a nice figure, and did as little to conceal it as I did. We were even
about the same height. "Gwen," Bill said, "will you show Bobbi to
her desk, and get her set up?" "Of course, Mr. Saxon," she replied
with a delicate Southern drawl in her voice. She led the way back
through the office to the reception area. It was time for me to get
on the job.
Gwen told the girl at the reception desk that she could go back to
Personnel, and she disappeared without a word. "Okay," Gwen said,
"the desk is all your's now. Sit down, and I'll tell you how the job
goes." I pulled the chair out from the desk, and slid into it. It had
a high back unlike the other office chairs inside the department, and
looked more like Bill's chair than those others. That was part of the
decor. Each of the reception areas were decked out to look like an
executive office, so my chair and desk were very similar to the one's
in Bill's office. I guess that was supposed to impress visitors. It just
meant that I had nice furniture to work with.
"The coat closet is over there," said Gwen, pointing at a sliding
door in the wall to the right of the elevators as I faced them from my
desk, "so you'll want to put your coat in there later. The door to
your left goes into the department, and the door to your right leads
into a short hallway that comes out back by Mr. Saxon and I. His
private conference room is also off that hall. The only one's you send
in that way are people that have appointments with him. I'll give
you a list of any new appointments each day, and you enter them in
the desk diary here." Gwen went on to tell me all the details of the
job, how to work the telephones, where the Ladies Room was, and
the basics of the office gossip. It seemed like a nice place to work.
"Let me know if y'all need anything," Gwen said, feeling comfort-
able enough with me to let even more of her Southern accent come
through. "I sort of act as office manager here too, so y'all can call
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me if you have a problem. Maybe we can have lunch later this week
too. We're a fairly close group in this here department. Everybody's
real nice. Even the office wolf is really just a big, old pup dog. He
tries to come on real strong, but y'all can wrap him around your
little finger." That sounded like someone that I should have advance
notice about. "Who's that?," I asked. "That's Vinny," Gwen an-
swered. "He tries to come on like Don Juan, but he's all talk. All
the girls just string him along. It's a game he likes."
"I think y'all can handle things here now," Gwen said, heading
for the door back into the office. "Call me if y'all need help," she said
over her shoulder, adding with a wink, "and watch out for Vinny."
With that she disappeared into the office, and I was left alone at my
desk. I spent the first few minutes arranging things. It was more
just nervous energy than anything else, but it gave me something to
do. I would not really know where I wanted things until I got into a
routine with the work I would have to do, but putting things in the
desk where I thought I wanted them made it that much more "my"
desk, and made me feel good. Besides, neither Mr. Saxon or any
of his managers had any appointments that morning, so apart from
answering a few telephone calls to take a message for someone who
was away from their desk, I had little else to do to start with.
About eleven o'clock a young man appeared at the door from the
inner office carrying a sheaf of papers. He was not overly tall, and
looked a little like the actor, Al Pacino. He had black hair, dark
eyes, strong looking hands, and a cute sort of boyish grin on his face.
He was actually quite attractive, and I wondered if he was the one
Gwen had told me about. I would soon find out.
"Hi!," he said in a short and matter-of-fact way, his voice echoing
from an Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn. "Gwen said you should
be able to type this for me. I know you're new here, so if you need
me to explain anything, just let me know. My name's Vinny, and I
understand your's is Bobbi. I'm pleased to meet you, and maybe we
could talk sometime. There's a lot to learn here, so maybe I could
help." He was really being very sweet, no matter how fast he talked,
and I rather liked my first impression of him. "When do you need
this?," I asked. "It's only three pages, so I was sort of hoping for this
afternoon, but tomorrow morning would be good too," he answered.
"You'll have it this afternoon," I replied. "I'll call you when it's done,
okay?"
Vinny seemed to like that very much, and it was also obvious
that he liked looking at me. He had a look that went right through
my clothes, and made me feel positively naked before him. I actually
did not mind that sort of look from any man. I just hoped that such
looks, and my enjoyment of them, would not cause a problem in a
business situation. I would have to watch out for that.
"That's great," Vinny said. "Call me when you're done. I'll be
waiting." Then he went back into the office. I turned on the electric
typewriter, and got out some paper to get on with typing up Vinny's
report. I think I would have liked to talk more with him, but now it
was time that I got on the job.
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The rest of the day was rather uneventful. I had lunch on my own
at the counter of a coffee shop on Lexington Avenue. The chemical
company had a cafeteria, but I just felt like walking outside for a
bit. I missed having Edith as a lunch partner. Eating lunch alone
is boring. I had spent the morning at my desk in the reception area
alone, and I just wanted someone to talk and be sociable with. I
would have to find someone to fill that role, but who? Gwen did not
seem a likely candidate, being busy most of the time tending to Mr.
Saxon's needs, and Vinny, while he might be eager, was not what I
had in mind. I was sure that someone would fit in, though. I could
always find friends.
It had been quite a long time since I did any typing, but somehow
I got through Vinny's report. I made sure that I read it over a few
times to be sure that I had no mistakes in it. It actually was sort of
interesting reading in a way. I knew nothing about how a traffic de-
partment operated at the time, but there always seemed to be huge
stacks of paper everywhere. Vinny's report was the outline of a plan
to eliminate a lot of that paper by using the computer to communi-
cate with their customers and carriers. It sounded like science fiction
to me, but it was well written, and seemed like something Vinny had
been working on for a long time. Vinny was going to go a long way
with this company.
"Hello?," said Vinny into his telephone when I called him. "This
is Bobbi out at reception," I replied. "Your report is done if you
would like to pick it up." I could hear the usual din of the traffic
office through the telephone. In a way, I was glad I was out here in
the quiet. "That's good, Bobbi," Vinny answered. "I'll be out to get
it in a minute."
About twenty minutes later Vinny appeared at the door to the
reception area. "I'm sorry, Bobbi," he said. "I wanted to come right
out to get it, but I got held up." I reached for the file folder in which
I had put the typed report and his handwritten original, saying,
"That's okay. It was just here waiting for you. I read it over to look
for mistakes, but you probably should check it yourself too. It was
interesting to read." Vinny looked pleased. "I'm glad you liked it,"
he said. "I think it's a good concept, but now I have to convince Mr.
Saxon of it."
Vinny turned to take his papers back inside, but turned back to
me, and asked, "You know if you liked what you read so much, maybe
we could talk about it at lunch tomorrow. Is that good for you?" I
wondered if this was Vinny coming on to me, or just business, so I
decided to find out. "That would be just lovely for me," I answered
sweetly. "I'll see you tomorrow." Vinny smiled, and went back inside.
We had a date.
Five o'clock and quitting time came at last, and I joined the
throng of office workers making their way down elevators, along side-
walks, and onto busses and trains of all types to wend their way home
through the twilight. The subway train that I got on was, of course,
crowded, and I wondered if some of the people that had seats were
not permanent fixtures in the cars. I even looked to see if I could
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recognize some of them from the morning. The second train, after
I changed trains at Grand Central from the Lexington Avenue Line
to the Flushing Line, was about the same, and I wound up standing
all the way home.
Edith had not yet gotten home when I arrived, but Sarah had
started dinner as she always did. I kicked off my heels, and helped
her finish up. Edith got home about twenty minutes after I did, and
we all got the food on the table together.
"So?," Edith asked after we sat down. "How did it go today?" I
munched on a bit of chicken, and then answered, "Great! I think I'm
going to like it there. All the people are really nice, and the work is
not hard at all. I'm the receptionist for the traffic department, and
do a little typing, so it's really easy." I went on with a lot of silly
little details about office procedures, but Edith did not stop me. I
guess she knew I had to get all the small talk about the job out of
my system to get rid of all the nervous energy that had built up from
the excitement of my first day on the job.
We finished dinner, and Edith and I continued to talk all the way
through the washing and drying of the dishes. We got a little into
what her day had been like too, but most of the talk was about me.
It went on even as we sat in the living room to watch television and
read for the evening. There just seemed to be so much to tell. I
had thought that I had gone through a rather uneventful day, but
the telling about it made it seem a lot more interesting. I even told
Edith about Vinny. She was interested in hearing about him, and I
sort of was too.
Edith and I were happily chatting away about my first day on
the job when the telephone rang. I picked it up, and heard a deep,
male voice on the other end. "Bobbi?," the voice said. "This is your
favorite policeman, Officer Brian." It was the policeman whom I had
met in Central Park, and on the street near Dr. Benjamin's office. He
had finally gotten around to calling me. "I was wondering if you were
free on Thursday night," he said. "We should do that interview about
police protection we talked about, but a lowly patrolman doesn't
always get weekends or Fridays off. I was sort of hoping that we
could have an early dinner on Thursday." It did not sound like a bad
idea, so I agreed, saying, "Why, that would be lovely, officer. We
citizens should help the police whenever we can. Having dinner with
you on Thursday would be my pleasure.
It turned out that Brian also lived out here in Queens, so he
would pick me up at my apartment at seven o'clock. He said that he
had to go on duty early the next morning, so we would not be out
very late. He was very polite and proper when he spoke to me, and
a lot less forward than the other men I had dated. He reminded me
a little of Peter like that. He was very adamant that we would not
be out late, and that I should tell my mother not to worry. Maybe
he was different in other ways too. I wondered what it would be like
to date a cop.
It was only about ten minutes after I hung up with Brian that
the telephone rang again. This time it was Wendy. It was not all
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that unusual for her to call. We had gotten rather friendly since our
meeting at my first photo session. We had seen each other about
every ten days or so to go shopping, and talked on the telephone
about once a week. I would not say that we were close friends yet,
but we were getting there. She lived only a mile or two away from
me, and while by New York City standards that was a very long
way, it was close enough. "Hi, Wendy," I said just loud enough for
Edith to hear as well, so that she would know I might be talking for
a while. "What's up?"
"Oh, a little and a lot," Wendy answered with a strange note of
fear and excitement in her voice. "I've got two... things to tell you
about, okay? I think you'll like hearing about both of them, but the
second one sort of scares me a little even if it's sort of good news."
I had no idea what she was talking about. "Well, what is it then?,"
I asked, totally puzzled, and trying to think of what her news could
be.
"First off," Wendy started, "Tom asked me to tell you that we
need you this weekend for a shoot on the coat layout. We're going
to do the outdoor stuff in Central Park on Saturday, and in Jersey
on Sunday. Ray and I can pick you up at nine on Saturday morning,
but we have to get going by six on Sunday morning to get out to
Jersey to catch a sunrise. If you could sleep over here on Saturday
night it would be easier. How's that all for you?" Most people think
modeling is glamorous, but I would not call being out at six on a
cold Sunday morning to get my picture taken very glamorous. It
was, however, part of the job. "Okay," I said. "I'll be ready to go.
I'll bring along some overnight things too, What's the other news?"
"Are you sitting down?," Wendy asked. "Yes," I replied in a
matter-of-fact way. "Brace yourself for this," she continued. "I'm
pregnant!"
It took a minute for the word to sink in before I said, "Pregnant?
That's wonderful! I think. Have you told Ray yet?" There was relief
in Wendy's words now. "I've told him. He is going to be a daddy, so
he should know," she said. That was a bit of a relief to me too. It
saved any possible embarrassment to either of us, since I did not now
have to ask her if Ray was the father. I was not sure how sexually
active Wendy was other than with Ray.
"We're moving in together," Wendy said, continuing the story.
"Ray says he can get us a house a little way out on Long Island,
and he wants to move there. He says The City is no place to raise
HIS child. He went all mushy when I told him." She paused for a
moment. "I'll tell you a secret," she said. "He hasn't asked me yet,
but I think he might finally want to get married. Do you want to be
Maid-of-Honor?" She giggled at this, but I could tell she was serious.
"Sure, why not?!," I replied with a giggle too. "If you really want
me to be. When are you due?" Wendy cleared her throat, and said,
"The doctor says in about seven months, so if he does want to get
married, I hope he asks quick. I want a white gown, and my clothes
are getting a little tight already. I really would like you to be Maid-
of-Honor. The only other people I know are at the studio, and I feel
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closer to you than any of them. If he asks, will you do it?"
"I will," I replied, and we made girl-talk about it all for an hour.
I had not known how close Wendy felt we were, or how much she
accepted me as a fellow woman. That was all clear now, and I liked
it. We would get even closer as time went on, but right now I felt
very warm inside. My adopted "family" of friends was still growing.
The rest of the week at work was almost as quiet as my first day
had been. I started to get into a routine of things, and got to like
what I was doing. It was fun to sit at that big desk, and pretend to
be running things. Gwen kept me supplied with typing projects so I
would not get bored, and there was enough to do between them to
keep me busy. It was a very easy job. That was fine with me. This
was the kind of job I had wanted.
I even managed to have a little fun along the way. I found out
that the lack of visitors on the first day was not the normal course
of events. We usually had two or three salesmen a day coming in
to see the traffic managers and Mr. Saxon, and most of them were
incorrigible flirts. That sort of suited me well too, and I would play
along with their little games of sexual innuendo and double entente.
I did, however, make sure that things did not go too far, but one or
two did try to make a serious pass at me. I put them off quickly.
Games of flirting were fine, but I did not want to take any chances
of messing up my job with anything like that. Besides, I still had
to be careful about even thinking of dating Straight guys until after
my surgery. I know I did not have to go to bed with them, but why
add to the temptation? The "dates" that Helen would set up for me
would take care of my sexual needs.
Lunch with Vinny on Tuesday was funny. We went to a coffee
shop over near Madison Avenue, and got a booth for just the two of
us near the back. He seemed nervous as we had walked there, and
later I found out that I was the first girl in the office that had ever
agreed to go to lunch alone with him. He seemed like he was not sure
if I should take his arm like a girlfriend, or we should walk separately
like co-workers. I opted for the latter just to see what he would do.
The time in the coffee shop was even more funny. When Vinny
got nervous, he talked. Not just ordinary conversation, but non-stop
talking. Most of it was about business, but he also told me about
the weather, his childhood, the stock market, his mother, his job,
his future, and a hundred other things that I cannot remember. His
way of getting to know someone was to tell them everything about
himself, or so it seemed. I just ate my salad, and listened to all he
had to say. It was even sort of interesting, and he did let me get a
few things in about myself. He had an opinion on everything I said.
We walked back to the office after lunch, and this time I put my
arm in his. He was not sure how to interpret that, and kept his arm
crooked out, letting mine just sort of hang in it. I brushed against
him a couple of times to let him know that it was all right if he held
tighter, and he relaxed a little. He made sure, however, that we were
not arm-in-arm when we got to the office building. I think it was so
people would not get any ideas if they saw us that way. I also think
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I intimidated him a little. I sort of liked that in a girlish sort of way.
For all his bluster and flirting, Vinny was still very much a shy little
boy in a lot of ways. I was actually getting to like him.
I ate in the company cafeteria the rest of the week, and got to
know a few of the others in the traffic department. Gwen joined
me one day with another girl named Sue, who was a clerk in the
department. We spent that lunch doing a lot of office gossip, and
they wanted to know all about my lunch with Vinny. I told them
most of the story. It made for good girl-talk, and a lot of giggles. I
was learning more about what being a woman was like, and that is
just what I wanted.
Quitting time on Thursday came quickly enough. I was even a
little bit excited about getting home as early as I could to meet Brian
for our date. I had reason to feel that way too. I had been out on
dates with many men, but this was really the first time that I would
be going out with a Straight guy who had no idea that I was not quite
all the woman that he thought he saw before him when he looked
at me. The only other time that I had even come close to doing
something like this was with Alan, but that was more of a quick
pick-up than an actual date. To- night with Brian was something
very different. This was an actual, public, planned-out, boy and girl
date!
The hour between four and five o'clock in the afternoon dragged
even before the hands of the clock seemed to freeze at four-fifteen.
Nervously, I had gotten my coat out of the closet, and had it draped
over one of the chairs in the reception area for a quick getaway. "In a
hurry tonight?," asked Gwen on her way to the Ladies Room. "Sort
of," I replied anxiously. "Y'all must be," she said. "Y'all usually
aren't a clock-watcher. Look, Mr. Saxon isn't here, and it's quiet.
Y'all go and scoot early. I'll watch the board. What's up? Y'all got
a hot date or something?" My coat was on in seconds. "Right the
first time!," I called back as I left. "I'll tell you about it at lunch
tomorrow."
I fairly flew home. Brian would be there to pick me up at seven,
so I did not have all that much time to go home, and get ready.
Maybe a girl is supposed to keep her escort waiting, but that always
seemed to be just a ruse to keep my dates interested when I thought
they needed it. I try to be on time as much as I can be, so I am
usually ready at the appointed hour, but once in a while I leave the
man who is taking me out waiting for a few extra minutes to get him
concentrating on me as he should be. Tonight, however, was not one
of those times.
Sarah was a little bit surprised to see me when I came in. "You
home early," she said with an implied question in her voice. "Yes," I
replied. "I have a date tonight, grandma. I'm going out with a boy
I met." She smiled broadly, saying, "Good! Is nice boy, I hope. You
like him? Maybe I be a great-grandmother someday?" Sarah never
really said much, but what she did say always hit home. She also
had a rather strange, but well developed sense of humor. "Maybe,"
I replied coyly. Even after the surgery, when I would become all
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the woman I could be in this life, making Sarah a great-grandmother
would be one of the few womanly things that I could never do. For all
the surgeon's skill in cosmeticly constructing all the external struc-
tures of the female genitalia on a Transexual's body, they could not
realign the biology enough to allow her to become pregnant. I had
not thought much about that up to now.
I headed to my room to change clothes, leaving Sarah clucking
to herself about my date. I stripped completely, slipped on my robe,
tied up my hair, and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Back in my room, I got out a white lace bra, garter-belt, and panties
set. Brian would probably not get a look at these tonight, but I did
want to feel pretty. Over those went a teal blue dress that showed off
my figure well, but was not quite as tight and clingy as some of the
things I could have worn. The skirt was straight, and came to about
an inch above my knee. Sheer stockings, and belt, pumps, and bag
of blue leather finished the outfit, and warm-pink lipstick, blue eye
make-up, and a gold chain about my neck completed my dressing. It
was only six-thirty, so I still had some time before Brian got here. I
walked to the living room to wait for him.
Edith was home by that time, and I could hear her out in the
kitchen with Sarah, getting their dinner ready. I sat on the sofa, and
thumbed through a magazine to wait for Brian to arrive. I hoped he
would not be late.
I was not sure why at that time, but I was really looking forward
to this date. Part of it was the excitement of being attractive enough
as a woman to have a very Straight, and rather attractive himself,
man want to take me out. That would almost have been exciting
enough on its own, but there was also something else that I could
not explain. Brian was a handsome man, so I thought that might
be it. I had only seen him in uniform up to then, but I could tell
that under the uniform was a lot of man. He was tall, and must
have worked-out in a gym at least two or three times a week because
he had the sort of big, strong looking, and solidly muscular arms
that a girl could easily loose herself in. The trouble was that even
after I thought about all of that, there still seemed to be more that
attracted me to him. Maybe I would find out what it was tonight.
"Hi!," Edith said, interrupting my reverie as she came into the
living room. "I see you're all ready for your date. When is he pick-
ing you up?" I put down the magazine. "Should be in about ten
minutes," I answered, looking at the clock on a bookshelf. "Bobbi, I
need to ask a bit of a delicate question," Edith said haltingly. "You
can always ask me anything, mom," I replied. "You should know
that." Edith nodded, and said, "Well... This is difficult to phrase for
me, but does this boy know all about you? I mean, from the way
you describe him, and his being a policeman, and all... he seems like
a man who would only date women," I said finishing the sentence for
her. "I didn't mean it that harshly," she said. "I know," I replied.
"Let me explain."
"Brian doesn't know about that part of me," I started, with a
serious tone to my voice. "I know that might be a little dangerous,
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but I will cut things off if they go too far in that direction, and this
is our first date, so nothing like that is going to happen. I am going
to a psychologist as part of the therapy leading up to my operation,
and part of that therapy is to get used to doing things as I will be
doing for the rest of my life. That could include a casual date with
a Straight guy without any sex involved once in a while. I just have
to get used to being what I am, mom. I'll be careful. I promise."
Edith thought for a moment, and then said, "All right, but you
be careful. You're not having him come up here this time, are you?"
I shook my head, saying, "No, not on a first date. I don't want
him to get the wrong idea. I'll bring him home to meet my mother
another time." We both giggled at this, but just then the building
intercom rang. It was Thomas, the doorman, announcing that a
gentleman caller was awaiting me in the lobby. I got my coat, and
headed out the door. "Don't be too late," Edith called after me. "I
won't, mom," I replied.
I actually felt nervous riding in the elevator down to the lobby.
That was not normal for me. Dates never really bothered me, but
this one felt different. The elevator doors finally opened on the first
floor, and as I stepped out, I could see Brian talking to Thomas. They
both looked up, and the expression on their faces told me that my
outfit was a success. "You look great!," Brian said as I approached.
"Thank you, officer," I said in a coquettish way, and with a smile.
"I'm glad very you're pleased." Thomas held the door for us, and we
went to Brian's car. It was parked right at the curb, so Thomas was
right there to get the door for me again. "Some service," Brian said
as we pulled away into the traffic. "I didn't know you lived in such
a swanky building."
Brian drove the big Ford out onto Astoria Boulevard, and headed
east through Jackson Heights. We soon turned onto a side street, and
parked near the corner. "This place might not be as high class as
you're used to," said Brian, "but it's good food. I'll try to do better
the next time." Suddenly I realized that he was trying to impress
me. No man I had dated had ever done that before in a serious way.
I had always been either just a pretty bit of female fluff to decorate
their arm, or a rented commodity to entertain them for the evening
no matter what they were like. Even Peter had not treated me as
if he had to be special for me to want to be with him. This was a
new experience, and I liked it! "I'm sure it will be just fine," I said,
putting my arm in his, and still not sure of exactly where we were
going.
We walked a little further along the side street, away from the
boulevard. I had guessed that Brian took care of himself from what
I had been able to see of the way his clothes fitted him, but now
with my arm in his I could feel, first-hand so to speak, for myself
the firmness of his biceps. They did not bulge like a weight-lifter,
but there was no mistake about them being there. I found myself
wishing that the SRS was already behind me, and I no longer had
any worries about letting a Straight man seduce me. My little penis
twitched in its tuck to punctuate my desires. I wanted him to want
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