“Are you ready for coffee, Lover?” Cathy whispered.
“You mean there is coffee in Heaven,” I responded as though I was hypnotized.
Cathy was starting to get out of bed.
“You sure made me feel like I went to Heaven, Lover,” Cathy purred, “Good! Come here, you hot, little baby,” I grabbed Cathy before she could get out of bed.
“Mmm, I think I’m going to eat you and then make you cum,” I growled.
“NO CARL NO! DON’T TICKLE ME I HAVE TO PEE – STOP!!! I’M GONNA,” Cathy made a mad dash for the bathroom. “DAMN YOU, CARL YOU POOP HEAD! YOU MADE ME – DAMN YOU!” Cathy called from the bathroom.
After a couple of minutes, Cathy emerged from the bathroom.
“Come here, Kitten, I was only playing,” I tried to regain my good graces.
“NO, you poop head. You made me tinkle down my legs, and I had to wash them and my coochie. You meanie. You made me tinkle,” she tried to act mad.
“So, you had to wash your coochie?” I teased her.
“Yes, you poop head,” she responded.
“Excellent, that means breakfast is ready. NOW COME HERE!” I growled.
“NO – NO – YOU MEANIE! You made me tinkle,” Cathy ran into the kitchen.
She was only gone a minute when she stuck her head in the bedroom.
“And for your information, Mr. Poop Head, my coochie is always ready for you to eat,” she stuck her tongue out and disappeared into the kitchen. I was rolling with laughter.
Cathy returned with our mugs and the coffee pot. She had me hold the mugs as she poured. She put the pot on the nightstand and got into bed. I handed a mug of coffee to her.
We clinked our mugs and took our initial sips. The coffee never tasted so good.
“Carl, thank you for last night. You made me feel wonderful, and you let me enjoy your cock, you made it wonderful. Now I know we have to get things in order, so what is our plan for today?” Cathy was ready to talk business.
“First of all, when do you want to get married?” Cathy wasn’t shocked.
“I hope we can marry by the end of January. Starting the year together so we can love the entire year,” She smiled as she sipped her coffee.
“Excellent, I will call the Judge this afternoon, and we can set up an appointment for our wedding. Now to the bones of it.
I have a friend, Sylvia. She runs a high-brow school for girls who want to be admins, which is what you will be. I know you are a very intelligent woman, so I want you to join Sylvia’s school to hone your skills. I don’t want you to think that you’re an imbecile; this is just a refresher course.” I took a sip of coffee.
“Carl, you want me to ‘run’ your business. I’m not equipped for that, yet. I can’t wait to get into Sylvia’s school. I know I’m going to make you proud of me. What’s next?” Cathy was excited about the future.
“While you’re getting your refresher course, we will find a desk for you. Of course, you will have all of the necessary equipment, including a company car,” I sipped my coffee.
“Carl, why would I need a company car? We will be going to and from work together, won’t we?” Cathy looked a little sad.
“Absolutely. But there will be a few days when I have to go to a meeting, and you must be in the office taking care of business. Speaking of that, I want you to learn what Agnes, Gary, and Susan cover.
They know a part of your job, but when you take over, you will have the final say at the front desk. I want everyone to know something about each facet of my office. I know you understand,” Cathy’s face was glowing.
“Carl, which will I need to be more proficient in? Dictation or dicKtation?” Cathy giggled.
“I know how good you are at dicKtation,” I patted her tit.
“Next Thursday, you and I will be at a cocktail party. You have some “home clothes” – naked, and clothes for going out for pleasure or shopping. I have made an appointment at Clothier’s Incorporated.
Margaret will measure you for your office, meeting, and party apparel. Once she has your measurements, all we will have to do is call her and tell her the occasion. She will take it from there. Alfred does all my alterations,” I told Cathy.
“Now we will get a phone for you. You have your phone number for your friends; this will be for business. That’s a lot to digest in a short time. I will not rush you in any way. And as far as making me proud, that goes without saying. I have a lot of faith in my future bride,” I leaned over to kiss Cathy, and she met me halfway.
“Thank you for everything, Carl. I think it is safe for me to say my duties start today. So, after the clothier and the phone store, we must stop at the market.
By then, I will have some menus put together for my man. I hope you will like my cooking. I’m pretty good at it,” Cathy’s smile said it all.
We finished our coffee, Cathy took our mugs, and stood by the bed. She looked over her shoulder as though she was waiting for something. I had a puzzled expression, but then the light went on over my head.
I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her between my legs, then gave her butt a couple of swats. Cathy cooed as my hand landed on each cheek.
“Now that’s how to start a morning,” she purred and started for the kitchen.
After a quick breakfast, we headed for the phone store. Cathy looked over several phones and listened to the salesclerk’s pitch, which was geared to the most expensive. I wanted to see how she would handle the situation.
“Ken, you’ve given me some great information. Now, why is the eight-hundred-dollar phone better than the six-hundred-dollar phone? What are the benefits of the extra two hundred dollars?” She waited for an answer. Ken just stared at her.
Cathy picked up the less expensive phone and asked if they had one in pink. Ken went to the back and brought out a pink phone. Cathy looked it over, nodded her head, and Ken made his sale.
When we got in the car, Cathy exhaled as though she was irritated. I just waited.
“Damn, I hate pushy people. It’s okay for me, but not for them.” She went about the business of putting the cover on her phone and charging it.
“And for the price, they could have thrown in a charger – cheapskates,” Cathy has spoken.
We had thirty minutes before our one o’clock appointment at Clothier’s Inc. I parked the car, and we looked in a couple of shops to kill time. Cathy was in her glory, stopping to look in a window here and there.
We came upon a shop that had “toys” for men and women to enhance their joy in the bedroom. Cathy patted my crotch and giggled, No need for me to shop here,” we walked on.
At one o’clock sharp, we entered Clothier’s Incorporated. A distant chime announced our arrival. Within seconds, Margaret appeared from behind a black curtain.
“Carlton, it is always our pleasure to see you. And you must be the lovely Miss Winson, welcome. Alfred, please come to the front. Our guests are here,” her voice floated across the room.
Alfred came out from the same curtain smiling and stepping lively as always.
“Carlton, so good to see you, old man. And a true pleasure to meet you, Miss Winston. Please do what you can to keep this old boy out of mischief. He can be a handful.” His handshake was as jolly as his demeanor.
“Alfred, stop picking on Carlton,” she laughed while Alfred returned to business behind the curtain.
“Now, how can we serve you?” Margaret was looking Cathy up and down.
“Oh, Miss Winston, you have a wonderful figure to fit. This is going to be great fun. Carlton, what are we creating for Miss Winston?” Margaret’s voice was soft and flowing.
“Margaret, Miss Winston is going to be my administrative assistant. She will be running my office and accompanying me to those boring meetings I hate so much.
Something with authority for the office but not overpowering, something for the boring meetings that make the other guys forget why they came, but you know what I mean,” Margaret giggled.
“I understand, a wardrobe for a week for starters?” Margaret was making mental notes.
“Now, I hate to push, but on Thursday we have a cocktail party to attend. Nothing posh, but, oh well, why don’t I just leave it in your hands? And possibly another outfit for another underwhelming party,” I grinned. Margaret knew what to do.
“Now, Miss Winston,” Cathy interrupted.
“Margaret, would you please call me Catherine? Friends don’t address one another – ah – stiffly. You understand,” Cathy’s radiant smile filled the room.
“Excellent, thank you, Catherine. Oooh, ho, ho, ho, you are going to make many enemies at your meetings, Carlton.
“Now, Catherine, come with me so we can find something that you will make look elegant when you wear it.” Margaret took Cathy by the arm and started small talk as they disappeared behind the magic curtain.
I raided their coffee offerings. Who in hell would want mint coffee, yuck! Ah, classic roast, now we’re talking. I found a comfy chair with an excellent view of the black curtain and waited.
After several minutes, Margaret appeared, smiling ear to ear.
“Carlton, I hope you don’t mind viewing the dress for your meetings,” she said with a mischievous grin on her face.
Cathy came out from behind the curtain. I almost swallowed the cardboard cup.
Margaret had Cathy in a light grey skirt with a matching jacket. The blouse was jet black, with a scalloped neckline of white lace and cut just low enough to make a guy forget what he was saying. Words couldn’t describe how beautiful Cathy looked.
“Carlton, please put your eyes back in your head,” Margaret teased. “Your expression is telling me we have a hit,” she said proudly.
“We shall return shortly,” and she whisked Cathy behind the curtain again.
They were not gone long when Margaret appeared again.
“It’s afternoon cocktail time,” she pulled the curtain back, and Cathy walked out.
She was dressed in a pale green backless dress. The front was a “V” cut, but not too deep, and the sleeves were three-quarters in length.
The finishing touch was a scarf around her neck that one end flowed over her shoulder, the other down her side, and just over her breast. She looked gorgeous.
“Margaret, you are a magnificent designer. Yes, to all of them, and please make a nice wardrobe for Catherine,” I was in awe of my girl.
“I guess I should ask Catherine if she approves of the outfits you have chosen. Catherine, your honest opinion, please. Remember, Margaret wants the truth, and so do I,” I couldn’t stop looking at Cathy.
“I – I don’t know (sniffs) I – have never had, oh God Carl I, Margaret – you made me look (sobbing) like a – OH CARL!!” Cathy broke down crying uncontrollably.
Margaret and I helped her into a chair, and magically a box of tissues appeared. I knelt in front of Cathy and put my hand on her knee. Margaret watched as a tear trickled down her cheek.
“What’s all the commotion about? What’s going on?” Alfred appeared from behind the curtain. Margaret was smiling and dabbing a tear as he approached.
“I hope we haven’t made a crucial mis – oh, oh dear me. Ahem, Miss – Miss Winston. You look amazing. Please stand up for me.
Oh, my yes. Margaret, the dress is beautiful and perfect. Miss Winston looks stunning. I fear I may ruin a long-time friendship, but Mr. Eichols, she makes you look damn good,” Alfred said, and we all laughed.
“Catherine, you do look stunning. Margaret, I’ll leave the rest in your hands.”
“Catherine will have to leave the dress here. I’ve hidden a couple of straight pins to make my minimal alterations. Now that I have her exact measurements, I should be able to have her wardrobe completed by the end of next week. Is that acceptable?” Margaret asked.
“Perfect. Is my lady happy?” Cathy was still sobbing.
Alfred stepped up, “Your smiles look best on you two. I hope you have a long life together.”
Alfred and I shook hands, Margaret and I, and then Cathy exchanged the proper kiss on the cheek. As we left, the distant chime bid us farewell.
I held the car door for Cathy, then I got behind the wheel. That’s when the damn broke.
“OH MY GOD, CARL, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME? OH GOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! ” She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder.
“Can I buy you a beer? Or do you need something stronger?” I squeezed my Kitten.
“No, no, I said I was (sniff) going to take care of my, my man. I am going to the store so I can – so I can, oh God Carl!” The sobbing began again.
We stopped at Grab A Bite. Kenny is always good for a laugh, and Candice, I think she can read people’s minds. Most of the time, she knows what I want, and I haven’t said a word. We walked in, and Kenny waved from behind the bar. We found a table and sat down.
Candice approached our table with her usual winning smile.
“I ain’t seen ya in a while. Don’t you love me, well no, you don’t. Not with this hot little lady on your arm. I’m heartbroken – eating and drinking or just drinking?” Her demeanor didn’t change. Cathy chuckled.
“Are you gonna introduce me to the winner?” Candice has a way about her.
“Cathy, this is Candice. My favorite server,” I smiled.
“Yeah, favorite, just throw me to the dogs, no care about my feelings
“We will be dining in,” I said.
“Okay, one beer and a rib eye sandwich – a beer and hot pastrami on rye – hold the kraut. Anything else?” Candice looked at us.
“No, no, I think that covers it,” I said. Cathy gave me a funny look.
“Kitten, I can’t explain it. Let’s enjoy our meal, we’ll go home, shower, then cuddle up together. How does that sound?” I reached for her hand across the table. We smiled and said nothing.
Candice brought our meal and another round of drinks. When we finished, we walked to the car. I held the door for Cathy as I always do. She looked up at me, her eyes still red from crying.
“Carlton, I will never let you down, and I will never say no to you. Can we get married sooner?” Her eyes were twinkling, and her voice was soft and loving.
“I’ll call a Judge I’m pretty good friends with tomorrow morning. As soon as he can, we will be man and wife.”
“I want to be your wife. I want to be your partner, your woman, your sexual desire. I swear on my life, I will love you and be true to you until I am in my grave,” Cathy was tearing up again.
“Let’s get some rest. It’s been a busy day, Kitten. Our drive home was quiet; we were holding each other and making love.
To be continued
