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1Part 3. Scott
Their honeymoon was a magical time that they would always cherish. Meryn and Jeremy spent two weeks at a private beachfront villa in St. Marten which had been arranged by Scott through one of his business associates. While they certainly had enjoyed the sun, surf ,and sights together, they had spent the better part of their time with Jeremy’s face planted between her thighs, or with Meryn’s legs wrapped around his groin. There was even some time with her lips and tongue encircling and enveloping her prick.
But the real world, and their life within it awaited them on their return home. Their home. Meryn was immersed at work in preparing the second phase of her investment project, after the spectacular success of the first. There was speculation and rumors floating around the company that if the second phase went as well as the first, she would be in line for a Vice Presidency, becoming the youngest ever in the history of the company. She tried her best to put these rumors out of her mind. There was still far too much time, hard work, effort and results to be attained before she could be thinking of anything like that.
For his part, Jeremy was having success in his career as well. He had been appointed Vice Chairman of the English Department in his school district for the coming year, and as the current chairman was planning to retire in another year, he certainly appeared to be the heir apparent for that position.
Their lives were thus kept very busy by their work responsibilities. He continued to be primarily responsible for all the domestic duties, but she helped out as much as she could, with nary a peep of protest any more from him. They settled into a comfortable but hectic routine. Her weekly hour-long total body massages, usually reserved for Friday nights, became more frequent as he sensed her heightened tension from the increasing stresses of her job. They thoroughly enjoyed the time they were able to make and spend with each other, but after several months Meryn realized that their social life had become almost non existent. They were able to go out for an occasional dinner and movie, but they hadn’t been able to do very much with friends.
In reality, as a couple, they didn’t really have any close friends. Meryn talked to Natasha frequently on the phone, and they got together several times a month for lunch. Now that he felt free to tell her, she knew that Jeremy and Scott also did things together. She thought it strange that she and Natasha, and Jeremy and Scott should be each other’s closest friend, but the four of them had nothing to do with each other as couples. Maybe not so strange, she admitted to herself. She had been primarily responsible for that. But things had changed, hadn’t they? She and Jeremy were married now, and secure in their, albeit, unusual relationship. She shouldn’t feel threatened any more by how Natasha and Scott might interact between themselves in private.
Unfortunately, she had to acknowledge, she still barely knew Scott. He rarely visited their home, and when he did, it was usually when she was at work, as Jeremy always got home before her to begin to prepare dinner and start his chores. One time she had left work early and found him there with Jeremy. He had quickly said “Hello Miss Meryn”, eyes cast down, and then hurriedly said that he had to get home to his Mistress, and left. She had come to the conclusion that Scott didn’t like her. She broached this to Jeremy one night during her evening foot massage.
“I don’t think that’s true at all.” He told her.
“Then what is it?” She queried. “He never talks to me. He hardly ever looks at me. He didn’t even dance with me at our wedding. As your Best Man.”
Jeremy was silent for a few moments.
“I think he’s afraid of you.”
She shuddered. “Because of...that night?”
He chuckled. “No, no. Not at all. Although I’m sure he doesn’t have the fondest memory of it. He certainly would never hold that against you. He knows that that’s part of the life he’s accepted. And even desires.”
Meryn couldn’t quite bring herself to believe that, but forged ahead.
“So what is he afraid of then. I saw him at the wedding with other people. He was friendly, engaging. You say he has a great sense of humor. How come I never experience any of that with him?”
Jeremy paused again before answering. Considering. He finally offered.
“In the outside world, Scott is a tremendously successful businessman and entrepreneur, and he can interact with most people on that level. But in what he considers his real life, he’s a slave. And you’re a Mistress. Not his Mistress, but a Mistress nonetheless. And he doesn’t know how to approach you. How you would respond. If you would think him presumptuous, or even worse, for even daring to take up a moment of your time.”
“Oh Jeremy, that’s just silly.”
He stopped his kneading of her feet.
“No.” He said quietly. “It’s not. Not for us.”
She couldn’t help but notice the reference to ‘us’. Kindred spirits indeed.
“So what can I do then?”
He began massaging her feet again.
“I don’t know. Natasha and he are much deeper psychologically into this lifestyle than we are, so he has a lot farther to come than I did.”
“And you still have a long way to go.” She said lightly.
“I know.” He acknowledged.
So, apparently, did she. Meryn sat silently for several minutes, thinking and contemplating while Jeremy continued with his care of her feet. Finally...
“Jeremy. I want you to do something for me.”
“Your wish is always my command.”
In their case this was quite literally true.
“I’ve been having trouble fully integrating my home computer program with the new system at work, and my IT people there haven’t been able to work out the kinks.” In reality this wasn’t true. They had told her that they could fix it but they would have to come over to work on her home computer, and she hadn’t had them do so yet. “Since it’s his area of expertise, I’d like you to ask Scott to come over on Saturday to see if he could help me with it.”
“I’ll ask him.” Jeremy said warily.
“And when he’s here, I’m going to send you on an errand out of the house. I want to have a talk with Scott. Alone.”
Jeremy nodded slowly.
“I think that would be best. And good.” Then he added. “You know he’s going to have to ask Natasha for permission.”
`”I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” She answered.
And it wasn’t. She called Natasha the next day, explaining the computer problem, and requesting Scott’s services. After expounding at length about what dolts the IT people were at their company, Natasha assured her that Scott would be there promptly at whatever time she wanted him on
Saturday, and that he would fix her problem if he knew what was good for him.
On Saturday, Scott arrived at the apartment precisely at 11:00 AM as requested. Jeremy met him at the door, and they went together into the computer room so that Scott could begin his work. After about fifteen minutes, Meryn called to Jeremy from the living room that she wanted him to go out to the store for her. He promptly left, and Scott, remained behind, working.
Several minutes later, Meryn entered the computer room. She observed him silently from behind, his back straight, appearing confident and comfortable, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he watched the monitor, with windows popping up and out at his direction at a dizzying pace. This was a different person than the one to whom she had been exposed. This was the person she wanted to get to know, and this was the real reason she had him brought here. It was time to get on with it.
“Hello Scott.” She began.
He jerked, and rapidly swivelled in his chair to face her, appearing flustered as if he didn’t know whether to stand up, kneel down, or stay where he was. She tried to make it easy by indicating he should stay put, as she pulled over a chair and sat down a few feet away from him. He settled for directing his eyes to the floor.
“Good morning Miss Meryn.” He answered in a low voice.
“I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your help with my computer problem.”
“It’s my honor and duty, Miss Meryn.” He replied, eyes still cast down.
“Yes, well, I still greatly appreciate it.” She paused. “But I want to be totally honest with you Scott. I didn’t really need your help with the computer. I had another reason I wanted you to come over today.”
He now raised his eyes slowly to look at her, tentatively.
“I started to suspect that.”
“Why so?”
A ghost of a smile creased the corners of his lips.
“I could see that even a ‘dolt’ of an IT person could have handled this easily. I should be finished in a couple of minutes, so I don’t understand why you had to go out of your way to have me do it.”
“Okay then. Let me tell you the real reason I wanted to have you over today. I wanted to have a chance to talk to you.”
He didn’t respond for several moments. Then...
“Why Miss Meryn?”
“Because you’re Jeremy’s closest friend, and I don’t know you at all. And I’d like to. But you seem to try to avoid me at every opportunity.” She had to know for sure. “Is it because of that one ... ah ... encounter we had last year?”
“No Miss Meryn. Please believe me. Not at all.” He now offered a slightly larger smile. “Although I must admit you wield a mean paddle.”
She grimaced, and he lost his smile quickly. He looked at her uncertain, as if he was struggling to make a decision. She sat expectantly. Finally he took a deep breath and continued.
“I learned later on from Jeremy that that is not part of your makeup, and how much you dislike that type of thing.” He began slowly. “I think it may have been unfair of my Mistress to have put you in that position. Now I’m far more concerned that you were upset and guilty about it, and I beg you not to be. It IS a part of my makeup.” He shrugged. “I may not enjoy certain aspects of it very much. But it is who I am, and what I’ve accepted.”
She nodded. “I can’t pretend that I understand that part of you Scott.” She admitted. “I still have difficulty understanding many things about Jeremy. But I know from him that there is far, far more to you than that. And I’d like to get to know THAT person a lot better. And maybe even become friends. As my husband has the privilege of being.”
He looked baffled, and even a little embarrassed.
“I don’t know if that’s possible Miss Meryn.”
“Why not? Look, everything begins with a first step. Let’s start with something simple. I’d like you to stop calling me Miss. Just call me ...”
She paused and considered for a moment, then decided. “... Meryn.”
“I don’t think my Mistress would approve.”
“Now I know you were here when Natasha declared that in my house I make the rules. So I say again. Please, just call me Meryn. You know,” she went on, “ other than my mother, Jeremy is the only person I like calling me that. But I really think I would like you to do so as well.”
Scott was looking at her as if he really didn’t know what to say.
“And if there are times,” she continued, “when you feel ... circumstances make it necessary for you to be more ... formal ... then just call me Miss Meri. What do you say?”
He answered with a tentative smile. “That you make the rules here ... Meryn.”
“Good. That’s settled. Now how do we get Natasha to buy into all this, so that the four of us can be friends together outside of our private lives?”
Scott lost his smile again in a hurry. “That, I’m afraid ,isn’t going to happen.”
“Again I ask, why not? I know Natasha well. She’s a fun loving person and my dearest friend. Why wouldn’t she want the type of relationship with all of us where we could all just be friends. At least some of the time. And maybe she can get to know a little better, herself, the person I’m talking to now.”
“Because she’s never shown the slightest interest in getting to know that person,” he responded rapidly, “or in having anything more than the relationship that we have.”
“Wouldn’t you like it?”
“That has no importance at all.”
“You can’t really mean that Scott.”
“But I do.” He answered firmly. “With my Mistress I had only one choice to make, and once I made it, no more were allowed. It’s do what’s demanded, and receive only what’s given. And I accept that totally, to be able to keep what I have.” He stopped for a moment. “Oh, I guess in a physical way I could still choose differently. But mentally there is no longer any other choice for me.”
“But wouldn’t you like more?”
Scott looked down at the floor, and then back up at her, a wistful expression on his face.
“What you and Jeremy have is so very special,” he said softly. “To have something even distantly approaching it requires two people who want it. I don’t believe there is any reason to believe that that will ever happen with us.”
Meryn suddenly understood so much more. She wondered whether Natasha had any idea. She wanted to say so much more, but didn’t know how. Instead ...
“Scott,” she began “I would like to ask your permission to talk to Natasha about some of the issues we’ve discussed today. I promise you that I will hold everything WE’VE talked about in the strictest confidence.”
He smiled, but his eyes held a sadness.
“I can’t begin to thank you enough for that consideration, or tell you how much it means to me that you offer it.” He bit his lip. “I truly wish I could extend that same courtesy to you.”
Now it was Meryn’s turn to feel a certain sadness.
“I understand.” She assured him, not really sure that she did. “I would still very much like to have your permission though. May I? Please.”
His smile widened a little bit, and his eyes seemed a little less sad.
“Yes ... Of course ... Meryn.”
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