Her Name is Patrice Pt. 02

Dear readers,

I hope you read Her Name is Patrice before reading part 2 as some of this will not make sense.

Thank you in advance for reading my writings. The name, Patrice, is a real ex-girlfriend's name. Much of the tension, excitement, and feelings of Ian I experienced when we were dating. The remainder is fiction. Everyone portrayed in this writing is over 18.

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Her name is Patrice, part 2

My brain was foggy when I woke. Where am I? Was this a dream? It took a while for me to realize what happened last night.

The most important to me was Patrice and I made love. After all that we went through, all the excitement, stress, nervousness, my embarrassment, everything could not compare with making love to Patrice.

Some things were still in my memory though. I had kissed Chad, a guy I just met, numerous times, I admit there was a yearning for sex but, not that passion I felt for Patrice. I've never kissed a guy before, well, except my dad in greeting and saying goodbye, that was just a peck on the cheek though.

Slowly, I slid out of bed not wanting to wake her. She was so beautiful in her sleep, peaceful, and relaxed, but I needed to pee. I could feel my heart pounding as I stared at her body. Realizing that I had never felt this way about someone in such a short amount of time.

I sat on the toilet so I wouldn't make a lot of noise guys make when going.

From the bathroom I moved into the washroom, which has big mirrors, I stared at my face, wondering, who was this person The reflection I saw was a pretty woman's face, Isabell, not as pretty as Patrice's, but a woman's face just the same.

Patrice came up behind me put her arms around my waist and hugged me tight, putting her head against my back. I folded my arms around hers and pulled her tight.

"Are you looking at how beautiful you are as a woman?" she asked.

Ah, ah, yeah, well, ah is all I could get out. She said "Ian, it's OK, be the person you are. Enjoy your beauty, it's fleeting."

It was after 7 in the morning. There are conference classes scheduled for 8:30 I'm not dressed and I haven't even had coffee yet. I got in the shower and soon Patrice joined me.

We helped wash each other with a little playtime. Suddenly my thought changed and it must have shown on my face.

"What's wrong babe?" (Did she just call me babe?) My mind flashes back to when our eyes first met in the conference room. I melted looking at her then, now she is calling me "Babe". My happiness is almost overwhelming me.

Back to my last thought, realizing I'd have to wear the clothes I left here yesterday to get back to my room for clean clothes and make my meeting for 8:30. Oh shit, the big boss is supposed to be there, another flash of thought. I didn't want to leave the shower and Patrice. Taking a big deep breath I tried to relax and enjoy this time, it will work out I told myself.

Patrice pushed me out to finish washing her hair. I was looking in the mirror, again. How come the eyeliner wasn't coming off? I tried a washcloth but had no luck just red skin from rubbing.

When Patrice joined me and saw what I was doing, she giggled a bit and said, "Ian, that eyeliner is waterproof and it won't come off easily, I have some baby oil that works well, somewhere. I will look for it. Besides, I like how it brings out your eyes. Now hurry up so you can do the walk of shame women have to do getting back to your room in the same clothes they wore the day before. At least you won't be wearing your dress" She giggled.

Then I saw the four studs in my pierced ears and started to panic a bit more. I have never been like this. It's all so new and wild to me.

I brushed my hair, with my fingers, in the direction Clair said looked male. I remembered that bit.

Patrice said, "We can go by the gift shop and see if they have some diamond studs, I wanted to buy you some but we didn't have enough time yesterday. I thought a larger one then a smaller one next to it. Nothing really big. What do you think?"

She didn't wait for my answer and turned the blow dryer on to dry her lovely hair. I just stood looking at her as she brushed it through. I seem to forget about the time when I am with her. I pondered a minute, why would she want to buy me diamond studs for my ears?

"I left you a clean pair of panties for you to wear, panty boy. I want to see you in them before you leave" She informed me.

I forgot all about the eyeliner.

Waking up from my daydream and staring at Patrice, I went out to the bedroom and found my clothes from yesterday on the chair along with my socks (another flashback moment from yesterday) that Patrice had taken when I was trying on the lingerie. There on top of her dresser was a bright pink pair of satin bikini panties.

"Put them on for me, I love a man wearing panties" Her voice rang in my head.

I pulled the panties up my smooth legs, how I remembered a bit more of last night, like a flash. they felt a bit tight but I could get used to it. Putting on my shirt just as Patrice was feeling my butt in her panties.

"Ummm" was all she said.

"I want to take you right now she growled, but you have to go. Looks like he wants me to take you also" as she pointed at my erection pushing hard against the satiny material.

When I was dressed, I gave her a big kiss and was about to run out the door.

She said, "Your wallet, it's in your purse, remember?" She said lightly laughing. I must have turned red as she grinned at me.

Back at my room I stripped off my slacks and shirt, put deodorant on, and brushed my teeth. Then noticing the eyeliner again and the red skin around my eyes from trying to rub the dam stuff off. It only faded some.

Dressing again and combing my hair I made it to the conference room with 10 minutes to spare. Looking at my phone, I realized, that was 10 minutes I could have spent with Patrice. Dam, what I am thinking? I am so captivated by her. I want to spend every minute I can with her.

There is only today and half day tomorrow left of the conference. We're headed home after it was over. I have to be back to work on Thursday because the other guys took the rest of the week off.

There was a kiosk just outside the conference room, I got an egg croissant and a large coffee. Phew, I am really hungry and was eating as I walked in. Oh! Shit, Mark Feldon, the big logistics boss was at the door shaking everyone's hands and introducing himself. I recognized him from his picture on the corporate flyers.

Like those stupid sitcoms on TV, I tried to stuff the egg croissant in my face and wash it with HOT coffee. Jeez, that burned. The food went down, partly and stuck.

I was next up and Mark reached out to me and we shook hands. Mark was shorter than I am but looked like he was a wrestler in college and he maintained the physic. Like he could wrestle a bull down to the ground.

"Ian, (yes, I was wearing my name tag, for once) I have heard good things about you out of LA. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Thank you, sir, I replied and it is an honor to meet you.

As I was talking I could see the question mark in his eyes. I'll bet he saw my pierced ears and that I was wearing eyeliner and my eyes were red from all the rubbing I had been doing.

With the platitudes over I stepped inside the conference room. Fighting to keep the croissant down, my hand burning from the coffee and now my phone dinged, I had a text message. Could I just get a minute here?

I put the backpack down with all its papers, which I had never looked. My cup of coffee was on the table, adjusted my chair just as someone sat next to me. Then plopped down to catch my breath. My phone dinged again.

The guy next to me said, "Pete, from Indiana and you are?" Ian, from LA, pleased to meet you. We shook hands. My phone dinged again. What the heck is going on?

I opened my phone and saw three text messages from Patrice. I tapped her number and a photo opened up, It was a picture of us last night before Patrice and I went out.

Pete was looking at my phone. He said, "Wow, who's the hot chicks, you know them?" I didn't respond.

The next message said 'I sent this one to Claire at the beauty shop.' Again, another photo popped up.

"Dude, you seem to know her, does she live around here? Is she looking for a good time?" Pete said.

I saw the wedding ring on his left hand as he wanted to help hold my phone steady. I didn't answer. I turned away.

The next picture was of Isabell and Chad dancing. Isabell was looking over her right shoulder, smiling at the camera.

Pete announced to the others at our table, "Ian has pics of hot chicks he must have gone out with last night."

Dam, what's up with this guy? I wondered. No one really paid attention to him. I was trying to keep my face out of view, I was afraid he would notice the similarities and announce it to the entire conference. The blabber mouth, I thought.

Just before the meeting started my phone dinged again. I got up so Pete couldn't see.

Patrice texted, 'Claire and Tammy think you are gorgeous. I haven't heard from Pam from the dress shop' My stomach is starting to turn more, yet my excitement was aroused.

How many people is she going to show my pictures to? Pete is annoying and married! The egg croissant I gulped down with the coffee hasn't helped much. I'm nervous after meeting Mark, the big boss.

Just as Mark got up to talk my phone dinged again. This time it was from Chad. Oh, shit! I said loud enough for Pete to hear me. That's all I need is Pete to see more. Pete the PA System sitting next to me. I didn't read the text.

Mark spoke for about an hour and said "Let's take a break. Ian, may I talk with you please it won't take but a minute?"

Oh, shit, what's next?

Mark asked, "Is this the first convention you have ever attended?"

I replied, Yes, sir.

"I saw your ear piercings and the eye makeup stuff" pointing to his eyelids. "I am not criticizing you or anything, it's none of my business really, but I am concerned that maybe you got a little too drunk last night and passed out. (More of a statement than a question) Someone you know playing a prank on you?"

I looked sheepish and said, Yes, sir, I was with some people last night, I'm not much of a drinker, when I woke up I was like this. Believe me, sir, it won't happen again, drinking so much.

Phew, he gave me an out. I hated to lie to him, but, he held any future promotions I may have in his hands. As I was standing there, my phone dinged again.

Mark patted me on the shoulder and said, " I know what's like being out of town at a conference, a little too much booze and things go wild" and then "Please be careful and have a good time, you call me if you need a ride back to the hotel, I want to keep you around."

I will sir, and thank you. He gave me his business card with his cell number on the back. Hum...I thought, he was thinking about me and took the time to put his number on the card.

I ran off to the restroom. While standing at the urinal I was reading a message from Patrice.

"Pam likes your pics also"

Oh, gawd, I turned a bit and missed the urinal. Dammit, get your shit together Ian, I yelled at myself. Stream corrected, relief ensued. Good thing I was late getting to the restroom, no one else was around.

Isabell's pictures are going to be all over the internet.

After washing my hands and leaving the restroom, I read Chad's text. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I wanted to tell you that I am thinking about you and last night. Tonight is my last night here before I go back to Vegas. May I see you again?"

As I returned to the conference room there was a short line to get coffee, tea, or whatever. I was standing behind a woman, whom I didn't know, and was daydreaming about last night again.

She turned to me and said, "I can feel your eyes on me, please stop staring at my butt."

I looked up and said, huh?

I thought, how do they know? Do women have eyes on the back of their heads? I was dumbfounded.

She must have seen my facial reaction as I woke up.

Then she said "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought maybe you were another one of those pervs here. Wow, you were in deep thought, she has you wrapped up pretty well."

Still not understanding her completely I said, huh?

A big grin formed on her face. "I'm Samantha, most call me Sam. I noticed you were in deep thought and I said to you, She must have you wrapped up because you are thinking so much."

I smiled back at her and looked up to her eyes then she saw the eyeliner and pierced ears.

"I guess she does affect you, better not let her get away," She said

I asked Sam, do I know you?

She smiled and said "We can talk more at the next break"

Samantha was in her early to mid-30s and had attractive features that most men, and possibly women, would like. She was not my type though, I now compared other women to Patrice.

I said I'll meet you over there, pointing to a table out of the way.

She put a hand on my hand, looking me in the eye "Yes, of course."

The meeting started again, and the second in command, just below Mark was talking, I couldn't remember his name or where he was from. I only heard Blah, Blah, Blah. I hope all this stuff is in those papers they gave us. My brain is in another location, actually wishing it was lying on Patrice's lap, while she stroked my hair.

I was thinking about meeting with Sam and how much I should tell her. Oh, dam, he noticed I wasn't paying attention.

The speaker asked me a question and I took a wild guess at it. "You're right, good job!" then Blah, Blah, Blah, he was back at his lecture. Phew!

Finally the break. Sam was already sitting in a chair saving the other one for me. When I sat down she came flat out and asked me "Did you go out in drag last night?"

Holy shit hit me with your best shot! (was this what Pat Benatar sang about?)

I wasn't going to lie to her, Yes, I did! Her face did not change from her light smile.

Then she asked "Did you have a good time and meet someone?'

I then said, I don't like to answer a question with a question, but how do you know this? My head was swimming and the pool was emptying.

She said, "I thought I recognized you last night with a handsome man, the studs in your ears confirmed it when you looked up at me, then the eyeliner, they used water-resistant didn't they?"

"I thought you were gorgeous, I'm a lesbian and I wanted to hit on you. Were you with that other very attractive woman? I saw you leave together."

Sam, you should be a detective I said. I can't believe you saw all that. I guess you would have been surprised if I had accepted your hit and you found out later.

We both chuckled and I said Thank you, I said in an earnest voice. She looked funny at me and I replied, thank you for understanding and not fronting me out to anyone. I am flattered you thought I was an attractive woman.

Yes, the other woman is with me, Her name is Patrice. She interrupted and said, "Whom you are in love with?"

Our time was up, break was over. I quickly told Sam, that I was not sure if it was love, it was too soon. Please, let's talk some more later.

Sam said, "Sure, maybe we can get together at lunch?"

I texted Patrice as we walked back into the conference room. I told her, I would love to go out with you again. Also told her that Chad wanted to see me again. What are you doing for lunch?

Patrice texted back, "I was hoping to have lunch with you."

I then asked if I could bring someone else with me who saw us last night.

It took a minute or two, "That's ok with me? M or F?

F, I texted back

Her response was, "I wish I could see you again in your panties" a devil emoji attached at the end.

We had one more break before the last hour of this meeting and then lunch. At this last break, I made reservations for three at the conference 'Centere Bistro'. I hoped this place was okay with Patrice and Sam.

I still had not texted Chad back, I need help with that. I took a bathroom break and back inside for the end of the meeting. There are more breakout sessions after lunch. I don't recall if I signed up for any of them, sometimes my mind is blank about this conference with all that is going on.

When the lunch hour was called I waited by the doors for Sam. I got a text from Patrice at about this time, she said she would be late for lunch. I told her we had reservations at the 'Centere Bistro' and that we'd be waiting for her.

Sam and I were seated, and given menus and water. I told the server that one more was coming. She smiled and turned to greet others. We chatted about nothing in particular.

Patrice arrived about 10 to 15 minutes later and I introduced her to Samantha. I saw Sam had a wanting look in her eyes as she saw Patrice.

Patrice said, "Ian tells me you saw us last night at the bar?"

Sam replied "Yeah, I saw two very attractive women standing about midway to the dance floor. I was struck by how pretty Ian" Patrice quickly interrupted, "Isabell," smiling. Sam continued "Isabell (as she looked at me, with a big smile) was and I wanted to hit on her but a handsome man got there before I could work up the nerve."

Patrice looked over at me and we locked eyes she then said "Didn't I tell you!" in her stern voice.

Okay, I'm lost now, scratching the side of my head. I just don't know how she does it like she's clairvoyant or something. She sensed my confusion

Patrice said "We were looking at you in the mirror last night and I said 'Some guys or GIRLS were going to hit on you'. Look, look how pretty Sam is and she just admitted it"

Sam added, "I thought you were both pretty, I made my choice and lost. I didn't get a second chance as you, Patrice, also were gone, dancing with a man" her head looking at Patrice.

The server got our order, I think it was salads all around. We just wanted water.

Patrice pulled a box from her purse and said "Well, I guess this is as a good time as any. Ian, look at me please" as she stood up. I felt her remove the outermost stud in my left ear. She opened the box, dropped the stud in the box, and removed a diamond post earring slipping in the vacant hole. She removed the other stud and replaced it with a smaller diamond on a white gold post. She moved my chin to my left and did the same on the right ear.

She then looked me soulfully in the eyes and said "I'm claiming you as mine with these diamonds" She then kissed me deeply. I knew there were a lot of guys watching and wondering how this average guy got such a beautiful woman as Patrice.

I had 2 small diamonds in each ear!

Sam was almost in tears when Patrice sat down. She put a hand on Patrice's arm and said," That was so beautiful" Sam kept her hand there until Patrice slowly looked to her left and saw the tears forming in Sam's eyes. I had a giant lump in my throat and was about to break down myself.

Patrice added, "The smaller diamond is a Portuguese diamond with a white gold post, I think it sets off the other diamond and they just set your face aglow."

That was it, Sam was crying in her napkin, I was fighting it back and then Patrice just looked at me and the small tears started down.

I don't know how long we sat there in silence. The server showed up with our food and broke the crying session. We ate in relative quiet. I wasn't really hungry after all that just happened. My brain going a hundred miles an hour, what does she mean by 'claiming me?' Was this like staking out your claim on a piece of land? Homesteaded? Does this mean she wants to see more of me when we get home?

I left half of my chicken salad. My phone dinged bringing me out of my thoughts, it was Chad. I forgot to let him know about tonight. Texting back that I was 'super busy and I'd text him back ASAP'.