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I’m not sure when it hit me, but I realized Ria and Kari were almost the same size. I invited Ria over one afternoon. “Ria, I know it’s been more than half a year since Kari died. I’ve never been able to bring myself to clear out her things. You’re close to the same size as her. You’re more than welcome to take any of her clothes. The rest I’ll give to Goodwill.”

Ria just stared at me trembling, biting her lowing lip. “You-you-you don’t know how much this means to me. I would be honored to wear anything of Kari’s.”

I poured her a glass of white wine and left her alone. She didn’t need me staring over her shoulder. I trusted her judgement. She would want what she would want, the rest would go to charity.

She called out after a few hours. “I’ve gone through everything. I’ve taken a few tops, a few skirts, a few pairs of pants and a couple of dresses. I’ve gotten the rest of it all boxed up. Honestly, Kari and I didn’t have very similar tastes in clothing. Not criticizing, just saying our style preferences were much different.” Ria wasn’t carrying much. But I did notice one full length garment bag she was carrying.

“Is-is-is that Kari’s wedding dress?”

“Yes. And all of the accoutrements, veil, opera gloves, lingerie, shoes and jewelry.”

“I-I-I hadn’t thought about that when I said you could go through her clothing.” My voice was trembling, and my eyes were beginning to water.

“Brad? Are you OK? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would get so emotional. When you said I could take any of her clothes, I thought you meant everything. I’ll put this back right now if you want me to and I’ll understand completely.”

“No, no, it’s OK. I shouldn’t be reacting like this. I certainly can’t do anything with it other than let it hang in the closet. You’re more than welcome to take it; Kari would be honored you’d want her wedding clothes.”

Ria hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Let me put these things in my car. Then I’ll help you load up all of Kari’s things and take them to Goodwill.”

I rarely saw Rio again after that. Ria was becoming more and more comfortable in her transition. Then something terrible happened. Ria’s company was very conservative and couldn’t get their heads wrapped around the personal changes she was going through. The moment some of Ria’s clients began to complain, the company used that as an excuse to let her go. “Creating an uncomfortable and unwelcoming environment for customers,” was the way they phrased it.

Ria was in tears when she told me. “Brad, what am I going to do? I’m OK for now but my parents’ insurance policies weren’t THAT big. They won’t last forever.”

“First, you can move in with me. The house is already paid for from Kari’s insurance policies. You won’t have any rental expenses. Hell, I don’t have any mortgage expenses other than taxes. Second, my executive administrative assistant just turned in her notice. She’s getting married and moving to the other side of the country. If you’re willing, even though you’re way over-qualified, I’d be more than happy to hire you until you can find something else.”

Ria just stared at me, her lower lip quivering. “You-you-you’d do that for me?”

“Of course. Ria, you’re my best friend. I’m embarrassed to offer you a position like that but it’s the best idea I have on such short notice.”

Ria threw herself into my arms, hugging me to her, bathing my face in kisses.

“Whoa girlfriend! Slow your roll. I’m offering to help my best friend out of a bad time, not sleep with her!”

Ria slapped me playfully across the cheek. “And you, Mr. I’m-So-Straight-Cis-Guy need to get over yourself and recognize when a girl is thankful and not trying to hit on you!”

And that’s how Ria came to move in with me. She was a thoughtful roommate, which I already knew from college, and an even more incredible Executive Assistant. She helped me out with more than one financial planning project. It got to the point I wouldn’t go into a meeting without her. She would sit in the background, observing everything without being directly involved, and offer me her expert advice afterwards.

Ria’s femininity was also over and above the rest of the EA’s. Most of them chose to wear pants and low heels with minimal makeup. Ria loved the classic secretary look of a tight pencil skirt, opaque blouse, and stiletto heels with eyeglasses and daytime makeup. It wasn’t long before some of the junior financial planners began to take an interest in her and ask her out on dates.

Then one day after work, when we were back at the house, she came to me for advice. “Brad? Help me! I’ve gotten more than a few offers to go out on a date, but none of these guys know Ria is transitioning. I don’t want the same thing to happen to me that happened at my last job. What am I going to do?”

Even though our company was much more progressive than Ria’s last company, I knew she was still fearful. The company always threw quarterly parties as a way to thank employees, izmir rus escort encourage personal interactions, and team build.

“We have a quarterly party this weekend. You can go with me. Everyone else will see us being a ‘couple’ and that should drastically cut back on the number of dating offers you’re getting.”

She threw her arms around me and kissed my neck, squealing, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

The quarterly parties were always semi-formal. I wore a charcoal gray, pinstripe suit with a white shirt and red and black Jerry Garcia tie. I thought I looked pretty good. Actually, I thought I looked way better than ‘pretty good’. Then Ria came out of her room.

She was wearing a Crimson Red Sheath/Column One-Shoulder Sleeveless Mini Satin Wrap Dress with a Pleated Split. It wasn’t a micro-mini by any means. It came more than halfway down her thighs. It was fairly tight, but she had the body for it, she had the legs for it. Her 4″ crimson satin stiletto heels only served to accentuate her ass and legs.

“Um, that might not be the best look for a work party.” I said.

“Actually, if I’m trying to send the message to the rest of the guys at work that I’m YOUR hot party girl, this is exactly the look I should be going for.”

We arrived at the party and immediately began to mingle. Some of the younger guys looked crestfallen that Ria and I were obviously a ‘couple.’ So that part of the plan was going well. Then, about 45 minutes into the party we ‘bumped’ into Ms. Gervin. When I say ‘bumped’ it was not an accident. Ms. Gervin is the VP of Human Resources. I’ve learned there is no ‘bumping’ into Ms. Gervin. When she wants to talk to you off-the-record, she always finds a way.

“Well, imagine finding the two of you here together. You make such a lovely couple. Just be careful, Mr. Henry. You don’t want it getting out that your Executive Assistant is also your roommate. The company needs to be careful that it doesn’t show any signs of favoritism.”

I sighed and looked at Ria. “Do you trust me?”

She looked at me wide-eyed and frightened.

“After everything I’ve done for you, do you TRUST me?”

She nodded sheepishly.

“Ms. Gervin, may we please have just a few moments of your time?”

We sat down at a semi-private table. I gave Ms. Gervin a Cliff Notes version of my relationship with Ria. I was also very open with Ms. Gervin about what happened to Ria at her last job. “Knowing that we have the same address, it’s pretty clear that you’ve looked at both of our personnel files recently which you are more than entitled to do.”

“On the one hand, Ms. Gervin, I can definitely understand how the company might view my hiring of Ria as favoritism. On the other hand, the company could also view it as me deliberately hiring someone who was overqualified for her position, with an eye toward her getting promoted into a position more in line with her qualifications and experience. That would be a win-win for Ria and the company.”

Ria was staring at me slack-jawed but also continued to glance at Ms. Gervin out of the corner of her eye. Ms. Gervin stared at me without really looking at me. Then she burst out laughing. “Mr. Henry, if you ever decide you might be interested in a career in Human Resources, let me know. I’ll see what I can do to help you.”

She turned to Ria. “As a matter of fact, young lady, there is a Team Lead position that’s just come open in a different part of the company. Your work experience and education would be a perfect fit for that job. If you think you might be interested in pursuing it, fill out a job bid on Monday and if you’re the most qualified candidate, I have no doubt the hiring manager will be eager to promote you.”

“On a more personal note. Brad is the only one at this company who knows you from your previous life. Even though I now know about Rio, I’m the only other one at this company besides the two of you who knows you’re transitioning. If that’s something you wish to continue to keep private, that’s certainly your business. But if you’re on any kind of social media platforms, you might want to consider revisiting your privacy settings. Just a suggestion.”

She placed her hands over Ria’s. “It’s a pleasure to get to know more about you. You’re a lovely young lady. And from what I’ve heard about the meetings you’ve attended, you’re also brilliant and a hard worker. I’m glad you’re a part of this company. I have no doubt you’ll be playing a much bigger part, sooner rather than later.”

Ms. Gervin stood up to leave the table. We stood up also. “I’ll leave you two young people to enjoy the rest of the party. I need to continue to mingle.” She smiled at us, nodded, and turned to go.

“Ms. Gervin?” She turned and looked back at me. “Thank you. I’m guessing that’s the nicest thing anyone has done for Ria in a long time.” She held up her hands as if to say it was nothing, smiled and left.

I started to walk back izmit escort to mingle with our co-workers when Ria held onto my arm. “Please don’t go yet. We need to talk.” I looked at her quizzically but sat back down. “It would appear on the surface that your gamble sharing my info with Ms. Gervin paid off, but don’t you think it’s my call to decide when and where I want to share my personal information and who I want to share it with?”

“Yes.”

“If that’s your answer, then why-did-you-do-this??!!!!” Ria was clearly agitated.

“Because this was a one-shot deal. If I let Ms. Gervin walk away, you’d probably be even more freaked out than before she came up to talk to us. I know her. She’s tough but fair. She wasn’t just making idle conversation; she was fishing for info. And I asked you if you trusted me before I started to talk with her. As the VP of HR, she appreciates people being open and honest with her. It allows her to frame her decision making better.”

Ria lowered her eyes.

“If I had looked for Ms. Gervin and started the conversation, that would be one thing. But she initiated the conversation, and I went with my judgement. And again, I asked you if you trusted me before I pulled her to the side.”

“I know, I know, I guess I just didn’t expect you to be so honest and share so MUCH information.”

“I understand. But now, because we were honest, you have both a supporter and a confidante in an important and highly placed position in HR. And, you have a great opportunity for a promotion come Monday morning!”

Ria relaxed and smiled. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that these last few minutes have been an emotional whirlwind.”

“You all good now?” She nodded. “Then let’s get back to the party.”

We did and we were both having a great time. Later on, during a slow dance, there was a tap on Ria’s shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” Ms. Gervin asked.

“For you? Absolutely not!” Ria smiled as she stepped away and Ms. Gervin stepped into my arms.

Leaning back, I looked at her and asked, “What’s up?”

“Why Mr. Henry, whatever do you mean?”

“I mean nothing ever happens with you by accident. You clearly want to talk to me again. Here I am, I’m not going anywhere unless I make a big scene.” I smiled to take any possible sting out of my words.

“Like I said earlier, you’d be great in Human Resources. But of course, we both know that’s not why I’m here.”

I lifted an eyebrow as if to say, “Go on.”

“I’ve been watching the two of you from a distance. It’s clear to me that you might just be the best friend Ria has ever had or will have. It is equally as clear to me, Ria wants more than that from you, a lot more. I’m speaking to you as a woman now Brad, not your HR VP. Ria is in love with you. She might never have said it to you, but I can tell. All the little signs are there. Ria — loves — you!” She said it slowly to emphasize each word.

I stopped momentarily mid-dance step, staring into Ms. Gervin’s eyes. I quickly caught myself and continued dancing but couldn’t shake her words out of my head.

“I-I-I’ve been nothing but upfront with Ria about my feelings for her. She knows I still think of her as my best friend, her sexual orientation and gender identity have done nothing to diminish how I feel about her. She’s also very well aware of my own sexual orientation and gender identity, again it’s nothing I’ve hidden from her.”

“Brad?” Ms. Gervin said softly, so softly it was difficult to hear. “That may all be well and good, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and Ria’s heart wants you.”

I just stared at her dumbstruck, I had no words.

The dance finished. “I don’t envy you, Brad. But I thought you were being a little naïve, you have a blind spot about Ria big enough to drive a truck through. Sometimes life is unfair. I have no advice on how to navigate this one. You’re on your own. I wish you both nothing but the best.” And with that, she stepped away.

Ria rejoined me. “What was that all about?”

“She was trying to recruit me to HR.” Ria punched me on the shoulder. “Seriously, she just wants to make sure you follow-up on that job posting Monday morning. She thinks it would be better for both of us if you were working in a different department than me. I told her I thought it would be better if you had a job that you weren’t so overqualified for. On that, we both agreed.”

Ria just looked at me like she wasn’t sure I was sharing everything but let it go. We got back to the party and had a blast, enjoying each other’s company and the relaxed atmosphere.

Ria bid on the job on Monday morning and was hired in less than two weeks. She was ecstatic about her new position in the company. We went out to dinner and celebrated together.

I waited to let a few weeks go by, so it wasn’t as easy for Ria to connect the dots. We were eating dinner one Friday night when I cleared my throat and said, “It’s been more than a year since Kari ığdır escort died. I’ve decided I’m long overdue to get back into the dating scene. I’ve got a date for tomorrow night. Someone I met on one of those online dating sites. I have no idea how things will go, I guess the important part is I’ve decided to stop being a hermit and I’m putting myself out there again.”

Ria’s eyes widened for a split second. “I think that’s great, Brad. I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable enough to try dating again. I think Kari would want you to move forward with your life too.”

I winced at the mention of Kari’s name. “Thank you. I’m not sure how I would have gotten through the loss of Kari without you. You’re the best friend I will ever have, Ria!”

It was Ria’s turn to wince when I said, ‘best friend.’ I pretended not to notice. “As it turns out, I’ve got something going on tomorrow night as well. My friends who threw the Star Trek party are having another get together and they’ve been bugging me to join them.”

And so, a new chapter in our lives began, like when I began dating Kari. There were two big differences. We didn’t double date. And whenever I brought a girl home, Ria would critique her afterwards the way Kari used to critique Rio’s dates. “She’s not cute enough for you.” “She doesn’t have a very good sense of humor.” “You can do WAY better, Brad.”

That all changed when I started dating Natasha. She was a tall, willowy blonde who was absolutely beautiful. She even did some part-time modeling on the side. She was also brilliant; she had her PhD in engineering and a very high-paying job.

Ria’s comments were now very complimentary and very encouraging. “She’s gorgeous, Brad.” “She’s smart and funny.” “You’re a very lucky guy, Brad.”

Ria was right but somehow, I just wasn’t developing any deep feelings for Natasha. I enjoyed our dates, I always had a good time but for me, there wasn’t any spark, any magic. Then one night after a fun date, Natasha told me she wanted to make love to me. We’d gone back to my place; Ria was out with her friends.

Natasha had gotten us drinks; I was having a beer, and she was drinking a glass of wine. My beer tasted slightly off but I wasn’t really paying that much attention to it; all my focus was on Natasha. “You’ve been a perfect gentleman, but I want to take our relationship to the next level. I want us to get hot and steamy.”

Honestly, I’d never thought about Natasha romantically even though she was beautiful, smart and funny. My groin had other ideas and I could feel myself stirring down there. I hadn’t been with a woman since Kari died. “I’ll let you take the lead on this, Natasha. Tell me what you want.”

Natasha smiled, almost evilly, and reached into her shoulder bag. She was dangling velvet restraints from one fingertip. “Do you trust me enough to let me tie you up?”

“Wow, that’s kinky for the first time!”

“Well, will you let me?”

By now my dick was getting harder almost of its own accord. “Yes, Natasha, I trust you. Yes, Natasha, you can tie me up.”

“Strip naked for me and sit in that dining room chair.” I did as she requested.

She knelt in front of me and tied my ankles to the front legs of the chairs. While she did that, she blew warm, moist air on my balls and prick. My cock was now completely turgid and throbbing. “Put your hands behind the chair.” I did and she cuffed my wrists together, those too were velvet.

She walked around in front of me and began to strip for me until she was standing there in just her lingerie, stockings, and heels. My aching cock loved that her stockings were garter stockings. Her bra had demi-cups, her nipples were readily available over that shelf of lace and satin. When she stripped her panties off, her cleanly shaven vagina sent me over the edge. My cock was bouncing up and down of its own accord.

And yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, this nagging thought continued to reverberate in my mind. The one that said how wonderful Natasha was but that I didn’t love her. But as we all know, far too often, men let their little head do the thinking for them. My little head was in complete control by now.

Natasha reached bag into her purse and pulled one last item out. “I want to blindfold you. Men are such visual animals and I want you to concentrate on all your other senses while you’re making love to me.”

“Natasha baby, whatever you want. I’m ready to explode!”

Natasha strolled behind me. “This is an extra long blindfold, Brad. It will completely cover your forehead, nose and cheekbones. There are two airholes for your nostrils, and of course, your mouth won’t be covered but you won’t be able to see a thing.” Natasha put the blindfold on me, and she was right. The room went completely black.

Natasha’s voice came from somewhere in front of me; it sounded like she was on her knees. “I’m going to suck your dick first. I’m going to drink every drop of cum you’ve backed up for the last year. I don’t want you cumming too quickly when I finally let you inside me. Oh, and one more thing. Your beer had half a tablet of crushed up Viagra in it. I want you hard all night long!”

I was a little stunned when Natasha told me about the Viagra, but my throbbing cock wasn’t complaining.

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