and let him get his work experience under the belt. You
both forgot that dream of traveling and went straight to the marriage step.
What if… and I’m just guessing here, what if you bring the travel and working
overseas dream back again—it was your idea first, not Daniel’s. Delay the
wedding until you’ve had some more adventure. Hell, if you’re going to be
together for life, what’s a few years?” I said.
She stopped crying while she
thought. “I had forgotten about that.”
“But Saffy, I’m no expert at this,
remember I had an impulse marriage that didn’t work,” I said. “I’m just saying
it’s not a big deal that he wants to delay the wedding, he still wants you,
right?”
“Yes, he said that over and over.”
“You’ve compromised for him
before, but now he’s kind of reminding you of your original dream,” I said.
“Why can’t we get married and then
travel, like on our honeymoon?” she asked.
“Maybe he wants to use a bit of
the wedding money to travel before you blow it all on the big day and then have
to start paying off a mortgage,” I suggested. “So, do it in reverse, let him
propose in every romantic spot you visit, or you do the same. Have the
honeymoon first and the wedding later… just a thought. Maybe he’s looking at
our parents or his folks and thinking marriage means settling down and being
sensible, when all he wants is to be with you and have fun.” That was good, I
surprised myself.
She nodded. “You might be right
Sassy. I might have overreacted, kind of panicked, you know? I need to go and
talk with him.” She rose and I got up with her.
“Want me to drive you?” I only had
two champagnes a couple of hours ago and was up to the task.
“No, I’ve got my car here,
thanks.”
I walked her to the door and she
hugged me.
“Thanks for helping me see sense,”
Saffron said and pulled away. “I’m sorry I ruined your date.”
I shrugged. “You didn’t, I’ll see
Nik again on Sunday. But you and Daniel, you love each other, you’ll sort it
out.”
She smiled and opened the door,
grabbing her keys and jacket from the side table. “I love you Sassy.”
“I love you, Saffy,” I said, and
watched her head down the stairs. I closed and locked the door. Problem
temporarily solved and Nik gone home to bed. Damn and I was so fucking horny.
We were jinxed, I was never going to get to bed with Nik, at this rate, I’d
have to get a vibrator. I wondered if German vibrators were any different.
*****
I sent a text to Saffron as soon as I woke the next
morning and she texted back to report that all was good with her and Daniel and
that she would call me later. Thank you saints in heaven for that, but I guess
she wouldn’t be needing the dress in any hurry.
Ah, Saturday… all day, yes! I
didn’t text Nik because I knew he’d be at training, but I would call him later
to thank him for dinner and see if he took matters into his own hands last
night. I wondered if he’d tell me if I asked? Probably, as he’s so direct. Mm, forget
the vibrator—picturing Nik in the shower or lying in bed working his large
erection worked for me.
I did my gym workout and finished
with my sit-ups, all fueled with sexy thoughts of Nik servicing himself;
doesn’t hurt to fantasize. Despite all my efforts at resisting him, if I didn’t
have Nik soon I was going to implode and it wouldn’t be pretty. Bits of me all
over the place—tragic. I showered and changed into a pinafore with a long
sleeved shirt underneath, tights and boots. Today, I had plans and ninety minutes
later, Max and I were swanning around the display stands at the Designer and Bridal
Expo.
We worked together sometimes,
slipping each other business where we could—as well as hairdressing Max did
bridal make-up and the bridal market was a growing part of his business. Bridal
dresses were a growing part of mine too, but I didn’t really want to make
dresses, I wanted to design them; you know
both forgot that dream of traveling and went straight to the marriage step.
What if… and I’m just guessing here, what if you bring the travel and working
overseas dream back again—it was your idea first, not Daniel’s. Delay the
wedding until you’ve had some more adventure. Hell, if you’re going to be
together for life, what’s a few years?” I said.
She stopped crying while she
thought. “I had forgotten about that.”
“But Saffy, I’m no expert at this,
remember I had an impulse marriage that didn’t work,” I said. “I’m just saying
it’s not a big deal that he wants to delay the wedding, he still wants you,
right?”
“Yes, he said that over and over.”
“You’ve compromised for him
before, but now he’s kind of reminding you of your original dream,” I said.
“Why can’t we get married and then
travel, like on our honeymoon?” she asked.
“Maybe he wants to use a bit of
the wedding money to travel before you blow it all on the big day and then have
to start paying off a mortgage,” I suggested. “So, do it in reverse, let him
propose in every romantic spot you visit, or you do the same. Have the
honeymoon first and the wedding later… just a thought. Maybe he’s looking at
our parents or his folks and thinking marriage means settling down and being
sensible, when all he wants is to be with you and have fun.” That was good, I
surprised myself.
She nodded. “You might be right
Sassy. I might have overreacted, kind of panicked, you know? I need to go and
talk with him.” She rose and I got up with her.
“Want me to drive you?” I only had
two champagnes a couple of hours ago and was up to the task.
“No, I’ve got my car here,
thanks.”
I walked her to the door and she
hugged me.
“Thanks for helping me see sense,”
Saffron said and pulled away. “I’m sorry I ruined your date.”
I shrugged. “You didn’t, I’ll see
Nik again on Sunday. But you and Daniel, you love each other, you’ll sort it
out.”
She smiled and opened the door,
grabbing her keys and jacket from the side table. “I love you Sassy.”
“I love you, Saffy,” I said, and
watched her head down the stairs. I closed and locked the door. Problem
temporarily solved and Nik gone home to bed. Damn and I was so fucking horny.
We were jinxed, I was never going to get to bed with Nik, at this rate, I’d
have to get a vibrator. I wondered if German vibrators were any different.
*****
I sent a text to Saffron as soon as I woke the next
morning and she texted back to report that all was good with her and Daniel and
that she would call me later. Thank you saints in heaven for that, but I guess
she wouldn’t be needing the dress in any hurry.
Ah, Saturday… all day, yes! I
didn’t text Nik because I knew he’d be at training, but I would call him later
to thank him for dinner and see if he took matters into his own hands last
night. I wondered if he’d tell me if I asked? Probably, as he’s so direct. Mm, forget
the vibrator—picturing Nik in the shower or lying in bed working his large
erection worked for me.
I did my gym workout and finished
with my sit-ups, all fueled with sexy thoughts of Nik servicing himself;
doesn’t hurt to fantasize. Despite all my efforts at resisting him, if I didn’t
have Nik soon I was going to implode and it wouldn’t be pretty. Bits of me all
over the place—tragic. I showered and changed into a pinafore with a long
sleeved shirt underneath, tights and boots. Today, I had plans and ninety minutes
later, Max and I were swanning around the display stands at the Designer and Bridal
Expo.
We worked together sometimes,
slipping each other business where we could—as well as hairdressing Max did
bridal make-up and the bridal market was a growing part of his business. Bridal
dresses were a growing part of mine too, but I didn’t really want to make
dresses, I wanted to design them; you know
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