Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 11:35:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nicki Cummin <nickislavin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nichole Makes Big Changes - Part 1

This is a biography of the changes that have occurred to me in the past
eight months.  It may seem unbelievable to some, as it would have to me if
I hadn't lived it.  I hope your reading gives you as much pleasure as
living it has to me.  Feel free to contact me by e-mail if you would like
to ask any questions, or provide comments and feedback.

It all began with the approaching New Year's Eve 2002-2003 party a
co-worker of mine (Kristine) was having at her home for friends of she and
her husband.  She, like I, are both attorneys.  Kristine's, or Kris as she
prefers to be called, husband Jon is in international sales and spends a
great deal of time out of the country.  They have a very strong
relationship and enjoy a great life together.  Both of them enjoy incomes
in the six-figure area, and with no children they have no financial
worries.  Every year they have this party for their friends as a way of
getting together with folks they don't seem to have the opportunity to see
much during the year.  It is a black tie affair and is a really big deal in
our office.

Kristine is 33, and I am 28.  I should also tell you that I am only about
5' 5" tall and weigh only 113 lbs, with a FULL C-cup.  Kris has served as
my mentor over the past three years I have worked with her and we have
become good friends.  Kris is a very fashionable person, where I would be
classified as a conservative old-fashioned girl.  My usual attire for work
is either a pantsuit, or a long skirt or dress. My shoes never had heels
higher than 1 1/2".  I have almost nothing that would show my knees.  My
hair is the same long straight style it has been for years.  I simply go to
the nearest discount hair cutting studio, and for less than $20 I have been
able to get my hair cut for years.  I had been told for years that I was a
beautiful young lady, but continued to live in my ultra-conservative
unflattering way.  The past two years I have begged out of Kris's party,
but this year I was unable to come up with a good excuse.  I simply got
forced into going.

As New Year's Eve approached Kris was talking to me about what I was going
to wear.  I told her I had no idea, as I hated these black tie events, and
had worn everything I had at least three times and I would have to buy
something new.  She agreed to go shopping with me to try and update my
look.  The weekend after Christmas we took the shopping plunge together.
As we shopped it was evident how little fashion sense I had.  As it ended
up I bought I short, about 2" above my knees, black satin balloon style
skirt, a white shimmering silk blouse, and a pair of shoes with 2 1/2"
heels.  This was a big deal for me.

On New Year's Eve Kris had me come over to her house about an hour early
where she helped me add to my outfit with some nice jewelry and a change in
my hairstyle, by making it a bit more fashionable.  It was a bit of an
accomplishment, and I looked the best I had ever looked.  I received more
comments than I could have imagined about how great I looked, and I must
admit it was a good feeling.  I was having a great time, much to my
surprise, and meeting a large group of new people I had never met before.
Many of the folks were single, but most had dates.  There were a few of us
"real singles" present as well.  One was a guy named Pete, he was 6'7", and
about 275 lbs, and in excellent shape.  As the midnight hour approached, I
began to get very uncomfortable as I knew everyone would be giving those
midnight kisses and I would just have to stand there.  As it ended up it
wasn't all that bad as Pete was nearby, and he bent down and picked me up
and gave me a little New Year's eve kiss, so I at least got one kiss out of
the evening from one single guy.  Of course I also got the obligatory pecks
on the cheek from co-workers and friends.

Kris then came around and gave me a big surprise though.  She took me in
her arms and squeezed me tight against her and let out a sigh in my ear and
then gave me a kiss on the cheek and then a quick peck on the lips.  It was
sort of a shock to me, but I accepted it freely.  I guess due to the
alcohol I then gave her a quick peck on the lips back.

As the guests began to leave, Kris asked that I stick around awhile.  Soon
everyone was gone except, Kris, Jon, Pete and I.  Pete and Jon began to
carry some bags of trash out and Kris and I sat on a sofa.  After a few
moments Kris sort of leaned her head on my shoulder and mentioned how tired
she was, and placed her right arm across my chest with her hand on my right
shoulder.  We sat in that position for a few moments when Jon and Pete
returned.  It was then that Pete asked me if I wanted to come to his place
the next day as some friends were coming over for the afternoon.  Not
knowing what else I could say, I agreed.  I mentioned I didn't know where
he lived when Kris said not to worry, she would make sure I got there.
This was actually a relief, as I knew I wouldn't be going alone.

As I got ready to leave Kris walked me to my car.  She stood there and
chatted with me for awhile, even though it was cold.  Of course she had a
coat on and I didn't.  After a short conversation she thanked me for coming
and helping her, and went to give me a hug.  To my surprise, she pulled me
close to her and gave me a kiss on the lips, and gently forced her tongue
into my mouth.  I gave her no resistance, much to my amazement.

At about 11:00 AM on New Year's Day my telephone rang.  It was Kris calling
to see how I was feeling.  I said I was felling great.  She said Jon was
going to the party earlier than she was and she wondered if I wouldn't mind
driving so she could ride with me.  I agreed, and she asked me to pick her
up about 2:30.  I asked what I should wear and she said just wear something
casual.  When I showed up at her house and she opened the door she was
stunning, as always.  She invited me in and handed me a couple of boxes and
said she thought I might like something else to wear for the day.  Inside
was a short black leather skirt, which was about 3" above the knees, a long
mohair sweater with browns and blacks, and a pair of boots with 3" heels.
I wasn't sure about the outfit, because it was so not I, but Kris assured
me I would look good in it.  Kris insisted however, and said she would make
me look good.  She was true to her word.  She helped me fix my hair and
make-up to look even better than I did the night before, in spite of the
late night and my hangover.  As we left for the party she commented how
different I looked and she was going to have to work with me to update my
look.  During the ride to the party, we talked about the night before and
how much fun we both had.  She then said, "I kind of remember giving you a
special goodnight kiss, I hope it didn't bother you?"  I responded that is
was a big surprise, but considering it was New Years Eve it was fine and
she shouldn't worry about it.

After a short drive we arrived at Pete's home.  When going in the house we
were met by Pete who picked me up, squeezed me tightly, and said, "Hello
Peanut."  This was the pet name he had given me the night before.  As the
evening progressed we drank and ate, and drank some more.  I drank much too
much and became very amorous with Pete, which was very easy to do as he was
rather handsome.  What also surprised me was the number of times Kris and I
seemed to bump into each other.  Occasionally we would run into each other
on the way to the bathroom, when no one else was around, or in the kitchen,
or some other out of the way place.  Every time we saw each other she would
reach out and touch my hand, arm, or some other part of my body.  On one
occasion she invited me to step outside on the deck with her, as she was
rather warm.  I agreed, without thinking too much about it.

While out there we chatted about the party and a number of other things.
She then asked if I was enjoying myself.  I replied that I was.  She then
asked me a question, which I will never forget.  She said, "Are you
enjoying all of our little meetings in the hallway and such."  I responded,
"Sure, I like you a lot and always enjoy being near you."  It was then that
she looked around and determined no one else was in the area, leaned over
and gave me a nice deep French kiss, as she did so her right hand went to
my back side and gently caressed the cheeks of my ass.  Needless to say, I
was a little speechless.  As she pulled away, Kris said, "I hope you
enjoyed that as much as me."  I responded. "Maybe more."

Kris then "suggested" we return inside, and that I had better have another
big drink, before we could leave, but is really more of a demand.  We went
back into the house, and I had another drink.  After about 20 minutes Kris
told Jon that she was driving me home as I had had too much to drink, and
she would see him later.  We said our goodbyes and walked out to the car,
with Pete accompanying us.  He helped me in the car, leaned down and gave
me a nice big kiss, as he did his massive right hand rested gently on my
thigh.  He told me to have a nice evening, and he closed the door.

As we proceeded down the street, Kris noticed I didn't have my seat belt
on.  I was pretty drunk at this point and had difficulty getting it
fastened.  Kris pulled over to the curb, as we had not yet left the
sub-division.  She leaned over to help me with the seat belt.  As she did,
I turned toward her and gave her a little peck on the lips and said, "You
are so sweet, I just love you to death."  To my surprise, she then gave me
another deep kiss, and as she did she placed her left hand on my thigh, and
gently caressed it, gently extending her fingers up under my skirt.

As she finished kissing me, Kris said, "I think you are sweet too, and I
really enjoy being with you.  I hope you don't mind my touching you the way
I did."

To my surprise, I responded, "No not at all."

Kris leaned back into her seat, drove away and headed toward my apartment
where we would......


You'll have to wait for Part 2