Behind the Closed Door - Part 6

She now recalled how Malcolm had looked at her old studio when he came up to see it. She knew that his decision had been made at that moment. All her things had been moved. It was all sitting in boxes the appearance thereof clashed with the loveliness of the decorum. Sue had given back the key to the landlord as the driver of the taxi was piling up her stuff into the trunk and every available space. He wanted an angry discussion with her, but Sue had cut him short with a loud and straight to the point reply, “Look, sir, we are parting ways. There is no money to be had. I’ve gotten a far better place for the same rental practically. You overcharged me all that time for that miserable joint. You have had your money. Good Bye!” Without waiting for an answer, she had turned around and left to the taxi hoping other renters had overheard her. Defeated, the landlord was on the front porch as the car pulled out. What else could he say? He had tried, or had he.

Sue did not want Malcolm to walk in there with all that mess, so she was eager to put it all away. All was planned in her mind already. Starting with the first box of her clothes, she arranged one of the two closets. In less than twenty minutes she started on the second closet for the many rubber garments that she had brought along. The closet had a part for hanging garments, a stack of shelves on the right for other things, two drawers at the bottom, and three shelves across the top. An hour later all the latex garments were in place, looking really inviting. Most of the smaller ones had been wrapped in sealed plastic bags. Sue planned to purchase a wide hanging garment bag with a zipper for the others, but for now it was impossible.

Since it was her first night in that new bed, Sue did not want to use latex sheet yet. Still, she might decide which of the nightgowns was fitting a little later on. Everything was so perfect and so clean that she dared not use anything in the kitchen. She ripped the boxes into one and carried it to the dumpster. At the food store two blocks away she purchased fruit, some vegetables, butter and marmalade, and two boxes of baking soda to absorb the latex odours in that special closet.

Walking back, the rain was just starting to fall. She could not imagine she was living in that wonderful studio, and that all these things were hers. It had not been ten days since Malcolm had seen her last, and she really did not know what her next move should be. Friday had been payday, and she had received her weekly check in full. That too she could not believe. She took the elevator and opened the door of her apartment. Once more, she was awed by the loveliness of the decoration. She could not get used to the fact that it was her home. May be it was because she had not earned it. Still, Malcolm’s heart was not for her to control. She realized how difficult it can be to receive genuinely given presents sometimes. She also was so thankful to Malcolm for not barging into that unique moment, that first day in her new apartment. In her heart he was there, but she could not imagine what she would have done with him at that moment. Life was going on too quickly again. Sue wanted it to slow down just for a while. Adding to all of this, a full closet of latex garments and accessories!

She put away her groceries and the two boxes of baking soda in the closet. She washed the fruit and vegetables and stored them in the refrigerator. She was hungry and she was not. Then, the phone rang. She looked at the number. It was Malcolm.

“Hi!” she said timidly.

“Can we meet?”

“I am a sweaty mess. I put away all my things and I just walked in from the food store.”

“In two hours, is it enough time?”

How could she say no? “All right then. Where do we meet?”

“In front of your new abode”

“It’s ok then… Malcolm!”

“Yes?”

“Go slow with me, especially tonight. I’ll tell you why.”

“Ok! See you then!”

“Bye”

Two hours! Excitement was building up in her heart. Would she dare go out dressed in latex? She had asked him to go slow, and with a dress in latex would it not be like kicking in the afterburners? Yet Sue wanted to please him a lot.

“Better try them on first” she said aloud.

Showered and powdered, she chose the latex undies and bra. They fitted just about right. The cups were a little small, but… latex stretches, does it not. It lifted her figure perfectly. She slipped her legs into transparent stockings, making sure all air pockets were pressed out. The garter belt held them tight.

“Now the dress!” She went for the black one. Conservative enough for a first night together, she felt. She slipped it on. It was a fit; not too tight. Yet, her breasts were filling the top without a pleat. The long sleeves looked sexy all right. She thought of the string of pearls he had given her in that lovely wrapped present, and felt that it would look perfect with that dress.

“Red boots or black boots?” Sue opted for the black ones. They tied perfectly. She thought of the spray to shine her clothes. It worked well indeed. She could not reach her back, so she decided to shine the front, the sides the sleeves, and her bottom only. She knew she was stunning.
“Now, which raincoat?” she said excitedly. She picked the cape; put it back, and went for the dark green rubberized raincoat with the hood.

“If he does not flip right then and there, I am not Sue. What message do I send? Dare I think about it? Well, he deserves it.” She put on some perfume, the last of the one bottle she had, a little make up, lined her eye lids, brushed her hair. She prepared her hand bag with some money, - one never knows – her small brush and comb, a handkerchief, a lipstick, a tampon – one never knows again - her cellular phone and a pocket mirror, the house keys. She slipped and tied the raincoat, adjusted the hood. All set, she looked through the window. He was waiting there in his sport car! He was five minutes early. Trembling, she locked the door, took the elevator down. Her heart was thumping a mile a minute. How was she going to make him believe that all her latex trove came from the dumpster? She had not thought about that.

Seeing her he jumped out of the front seat and opened the passenger door. Sue smiled at him and sat in. She was overwhelmed again by his fairy tale kindness. He said nothing about her looks. True, it was dark. He said nothing about the smell of rubber emanating from the rain coat. Sue was sure he had noticed, but he was a true gentleman. They arrived at a dinner restaurant. He explained where they would have dinner. Candles were visible through the windows as he parked the car. He opened her door and invited her out. The rain was falling in earnest now, but he had prepared an umbrella already. Instinctively she took his arm, and they walked to the marquise where he folded his umbrella and led her in. His mannerism was impeccable. She also noticed his fine raincoat, and as he took it off, his perfect suit and tie. He helped her out of her raincoat, and held his breath.

“My oh my! What happened? You are a dream come true!” he articulated softly.

The butler led them to their reserved table. She could not but make a sensation in the restaurant. They both knew it, but with perfect etiquette, the butler held her chair and sat her down. Then he asked Malcolm what appointments they would wish before dinner. “Your special of today” he replied simply. Malcolm sat down and looked at Sue whose eyes looked down. He could see that she was as tense as a violin string. But he did not know how Sue released such tension. She began to laugh like last time. In fact it was all so comic. After she had calmed down a little, she explained to Malcolm why she reacted that way, and it comforted him some. Several tables were watching them.

“You may wonder, Malcolm, where that dress comes from, and the raincoat as well?”

“I was about to ask” his tone of voice showed interest; at least some.

“Well” she laughed again, “you would never believe it.” Sue proceeded to tell him the entire story, starting with her boredom, her desire to read something, to the bags of magazines, and on and on. “And now, here I am!” The dinner had been served already when she completed her story. Her eyes were shining with excitement and his with amazement.

“Malcolm! I now have a question to ask to you!”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Why are you spending so much money on me?”

He did not answer right away. He took his glass of wine, looked at the light reflecting in it, stirred it, and took a sip. He set the glass carefully on the table.

“What do you think?” he softly replied.

“Malcolm, look in my eyes! I am overwhelmed, rolled by a huge wave that never ends”, she replied. “To be truthful, I am a little scared. Do you understand? Look! I am a poor girl with a nothing job, and you treat me like a queen, when there are hundreds of more deserving, more educated, better bred girls than I, and more beautiful at that.” She had tears in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can believe what is happening to me. If it is not true, then I want to know, because I could not survive it later.” She remained silent for a while. “Malcolm, what is it that motivates you to do all of that for me? That’s what I need to know!”

Malcolm hesitated still, but he answered, “Sue, you are asking me for a full confession that I have done to nobody. I am scared as you can imagine, but I know that I will have to open to you. It is only fair! I am terrified to be laughed at, and… to lose you.” He uttered the last words with almost a sob in his voice.

Sue remained silent for a while. “Is it a crime the law could pursue you for?” she asked.

“No, of course not!” Malcolm was calming down some.

“Is it something nobody really knows but you, or you are scared your parents would know?” She pursued.

“You are on the right track” Malcolm confessed.

“Then, let’s do this; when we are through with dinner, let’s go to the apartment and talk it through. Would you agree with this?” Sue proposed. She had more than an inkling it had to do with latex, and whatever fetishism happened to be. She wanted to learn it all, hear it all, and know it all, once and for all.

“That sounds good, Sue! Let’s do this! But as of now, let me tell you that the real reason I am doing all these things for you, it is because you have accepted me as I am. I feel that I can be all of myself with you, and that without fear. You give me this feeling of comfort and security.” Malcolm felt better for having admitted this.

“Of course I accept you, Malcolm, and I hope that your confession will not turn this around, you understand. But beyond this, then what?”

Malcolm kept silent for a moment. The butler came to take the diner plates away.

“Any deserts?” he asked.

Malcolm seized on the occasion to recommend a chocolate mouse to Sue who accepted. He took the same.

“Sue, this is already such a mountain for me that I cannot tell you now. I am confident that I shall know when this is behind me. I can understand that it looks risky to you, but you do not have to fear, I won’t take advantage of you.”

“You already have, with all that you have done. How can I ever repay you? How can I ever give you back all of that, when I only have a little money to my name, and a bunch of latex clothes?” She started to laugh again, so nervous she was.

“Let me say this to you, if I did not feel what I do for you, I never would have done what I have, and I want you to know that you are a joy for me to give to.”

“I understand that” replied Sue, “but what will you do if your parents do not accept me, if your family is disappointed, if your friends knowing who I am set you aside because I have no great education and even less background? What would they think of me dressed as I am? You have to think of these things. For all practical purposes, you are asking me to marry you. Can you understand that? Is what you have done to be interpreted as your intent? I have to know, for if it is not, in good conscience, I cannot accept it.”

Sue’s dilemma began to sink into Malcolm’s heart and mind. He realized that he had etiquette and education, but he knew very little about a woman for he only had dated superficially, and considered all nice girls to be friends. Now he was facing a young lady whom he loved a lot already, with whom he felt comfortable, whom he wanted to protect and save from a low income destiny, but who was crying to know what his intents were. She was right; he had not thought of all the consequences of such a marriage; he knew he was an idealist; yet, was he supposed to please everybody in a marriage? He was to please her. He felt that he had a good position, he earned an excellent salary with benefits of all kinds, and so on. But he should not play with her destiny in whatever way. Could she help him make that decision? It was not right for him to ask her to do this.

“You know, Sue, we are not going to answer all of this here; let’s go to the apartment and after you know what I have to tell you, let’s sort it out and move on from there. I admit that you have raised excellent points that never came to my awareness before. I respect you too much to put you in such uncertainty, but as of now, I cannot see clearly. I know I love you more every hour of the day; it is all new territory to me.”

Sue was pretty sure that Malcolm’s problem turned around immaturity. Yet, she was willing to give him every chance to resolve it. He was a super guy after all, and she felt that before falling in love with him, she could help him through his decision. If he committed to her, then it would be wonderful, if not, then she would somehow work herself out of this ok with the comfort that she had helped a deserving young man to a more mature decision at a later time.

“Ok, Malcolm. Thank you so much for this wonderful dinner. I am sorry that my questions put you ill at ease, some. I know you are a wonderful man, and you honour me with your trust. Let’s go through this together, shall we?”

Malcolm was immensely relieved. He could have hugged her right there, but he knew it was not the place nor the time. He also knew that it would be quite some time till he really could see clearly enough to commit to Sue or not, and in his heart he never would have wanted to hurt her. But here it was and he had to face reality. Malcolm paid the invoice with his Golden Xpress card, and they rose to their feet to walk out. Sue did not realize that the dampness of her body made her dress ripple with her every motion, and she drew even more attention this time.

At the apartment, Malcolm helped her out of her coat. She went to the kitchen to boil water for some tea. He came behind her and drew her close to him. “Don’t do that, Malcolm, I am already sinking. You are going too fast. We have lots to talk about, and I need all I’ve got.”

Malcolm started his confession. A typical story of a boy sent to school with rubber lined capes and what ensued in a home where mother was overbearing and an often absent dad. The hardest part of his confession came when he had to admit that he could not live without latex, that it was part of him and always would be.

“You see, Sue, if at some future time you purposed to free me from latex, that would destroy me and our relationship. I come with it. It is more than a game, a fun thing. Some women give their husband a choice: latex or her. That’s the wrong way to look at it. The desire for latex is so ingrained in the person, most often a male that it becomes part of him like his skin color. So, to marry such a person means that you would have to live with rubber all your married life. Admit that it is hard to share this with a young woman when you are never sure how she is going to react, and worse, what she is going to spread around. She could ruin me for good in one evening.”

Sue could understand the gut fear of getting close to a girl and never tell her about this addiction, so to speak. On the other hand she knew how girls can be with juicy information of this nature. They love to take advantage of someone’s oddities. That makes great conversation, especially when it’s part of their sexuality.

“Well, I want to thank you for trusting me with your intimate personal life, and I can assure you that it will never come out of my mouth. I respect you a lot for your courage. It’s been now only a week or so that I have discovered latex and its culture, although I am barely acquainted with it. I want you to know that I am not closing the door to it, much to the contrary. I feel it is fascinating, I love the feeling of the material, what it does to me. I don’t think it ever will be a dependency for me, but it always will remain an enjoyment of the deepest kind. I now understand why I meant so much to you especially since we slept together at Charlie’s, that wonderful night which I am dreaming will happen again. You felt very accepted by me, and you latched on me as a result. It is normal in your circumstances. However, I have some questions with regards to us, namely who we are besides rubber enjoyment. Suppose you would be satisfied with me in our mutual latex department, what else would there be? Rubber cannot be the only thing we will do together, you understand. I can see that because of its secret, it has been a mountain on your shoulders, but now that you have opened up to me, it won’t be such a burden in time, and it will free you for other pursuits. This is what I need to know. You are not going to live for latex, but for other reasons also. I have to know if I fit in these and how.”

It was time to take a break. It was clear to both that a permanent relationship was premature. Yet, Sue was not going to let him go. She knew she had feelings for him, and she wanted to see him grow up some before deciding if a permanent commitment was possible, advisable and positive.
“Would you be interested in looking through the latex closet while I change into my nightgown? You might as well spend the night here, for it is 2 AM already. I think I have pyjamas in latex that should fit you.”

While Sue was undressing in the bathroom and putting on her baby doll and frilly bloomer pants, Malcolm opened the closet. He was shocked to find out that all these clothes were in fact his own latex collection. How could his mother have invaded his privacy and done this to him? He went from anger to fear, from fear to revolt, from revolt to desires of revenge, and from that back to reality. He would have to face his mom, there was no doubt, but there would be a price to pay for him and for her; he was not sure which. One thing was for sure: trust was gone forever. He felt amputated by his mother; that expresses just about the pain Malcolm was under. Besides, there were some missing clothes, and it could well be that another bag was in the dumpster, he thought. He also had to explain to Sue why he had all these women’s garments. He could not believe that the huffing woman who threw these bags in that particular dumpster was his mother, but the proof was in front of him. One thought solaced him : all these women’s clothes which he had ordered and purchased one by one had found a fine young women whom he loved.

Sue walked out of the bathroom while he was still standing there. He had not heard her. She came over to him and pushed herself against him. “What’s wrong?” she asked sweetly, “you look so tight.”

He plopped on a chair. “Sue, you are not going to believe this. The woman you saw dumping these bags, she is my mom!”

“Your mom? How do you know?”

“I know, because it is my collection. I had purchased all these women clothes for the girl who would accept to wear them without laughing at me. You are that girl, and best of all they fit you perfect. I can tell you who made each one of them. I have a file.”

“Now listen here! Do you have any idea of the odds of this? How many dumpsters are there between her house and my old apartment? Why would she have chosen that dumpster more than another one?”

“That’s what I cannot figure out. Besides, I believe there must be a couple more bags in there now.”

Sue started to laugh. “The coincidence is beyond my understanding. What does it all mean?”

“What it means”, said Malcolm, “it is that I stay tonight with you and I am going to put on my red pyjamas and sleep with you in that bed for the first time.”

“I need you by me, Malcolm. It is too much at one time. I have to slow down; you too. Let’s sleep as long as we want. It is Sunday today.”

They woke up early in the morning and in their half-sleep, they turned towards each other and locked in a frantic embrace. Half asleep, they relaxed and just allowed all the intimacy of their tired selves to merge and require nothing at all but softness and warmth. Sue’s baby doll nightgown was adding a fragrance all of its own, and she welcomed the humid caress of the material like a body kiss as it were. During the night she had oozed with her love juice just about constantly, especially when they had slept in spoon fashion, she in his arms. He had placed his hand on her abdomen and the other on her left breast. That combination had brought her just short of an orgasm; she had felt mild contractions for most of the night. She knew at that moment that if he would massage her clitoris through the latex, would it only be for a minute or so, she would explode. She wanted him to, and on the other hand she was scared. Malcolm was going in and out of sleep. She loved to feel him relaxed and she thought of the black latex gloves. When she would be more awake, yes, she would put one of these blinding masks on his head and torture his genitals with these gloves, and may be other things. There were so many to choose from. She was oozing some more, just at the thought of it.

It was eleven or so when she was finished with him; he was exhausted with her games that used his arsenal of latex and vibrators. She had kept him erect for one hour before his first come, and she had pretended that it was an accident for she had planned on two hours. “I need to build your staying power, my boy, if you want to satisfy your girl. No cheating allowed here. You can expect agonies of long hours just on the verge of satisfaction, and, may be I’ll choose to let you have your come; but this always will be under my control, understand?” That too was new to Malcolm. He wondered if Sue would also enjoy that domination from him, but that would be for another time.

“I bet you that if you have two more bags of latex garments, your mom will come tonight to throw them in the dumpster of my old place. Something tells me it might happen,” suggested Sue while buttering her second toast during their brunch.

“If that’s the case, let’s go and see how it happened, and let me handle it my way. After what she has done, she needs to get a little scared too.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet, but the idea will come. It won’t be that bad, but she won’t forget it that soon.”

After brunch, they went for a walk and passed by the old apartment house. Sue showed Malcolm exactly how she parked the car. Malcolm made a mental note. They went on a few blocks, past a couple of fast food places to the local park. Again, the weather was uncertain, and they were both in latex under a McIntosh raincoat. There was a common bond of sensuality, known only to them, that did a lot to their enjoyment. After a while, rain started again and they decided to walk back home. Sue stopped at the food store to pick up some dinner and a lettuce. The day they had spent together continued the joys and the restful time of the previous night. They had no plans outside of the checking of the dumpster around ten PM that evening.

“We would have time to see a movie on your DVD player. What would you like?” They were just passing in front of a rental store. They walked in and after browsing for a while, they came out with their selection.

When the time came to inspect that dumpster, Malcolm asked Sue for her flashlight only. He did not want her to accompany him. She did not feel at peace either; she could not meddle in that family feud at this juncture.

“Don’t be too hard on her, please.”

Malcolm walked out. He drove his car and parked it on the other side of the block where the dumpster was located. Then he went to check the dumpster briefly and found nothing in it that was unusual. It was half empty anyway. So he leaned against a tree across the street and waited. It was raining some, and nobody ventured outside. After about thirty minutes he saw his mother’s car come to a stop just at the back entrance, about thirty yards from the dumpster. She left the car engine on, the lights on, opened the trunk, grabbed two bags, closed the trunk and walked over to the dumpster.

Malcolm made a dash, got in the car quietly, turned off the lights, put it in reverse and drove off. He could imagine his mom, her panic. What would she do with these bags? She had left her purse inside the car. After half a mile he stopped, checked the content of her purse and found…  rubber panties inside. “Ah, yes!...” So, he drove on to one of the fast food place, parked in one of the spaces not too obvious to the patrons. He slid the pink panties over the steering wheel, emptied the purse in the trunk and set it empty next to the driver’s seat. He left the car there with the key in the ignition.

In the mean time his mom was trying to gather her spirits and find a phone booth for a collect call to her husband. She walked over to the fast food place. Malcolm from a shadowy place was watching her. The public telephone booth happened to be just a few yards from her parked car. It took a moment for her to arrive. The booth was occupied with two young girls who were giggling away. As she waited, her eyes looked upon her car, and it took some time for her to realize that she had found her car. He saw her tears of relief. When she realized her purse was empty but for the panties on the steering wheel, she sat inside crying again, and then drove off.

Malcolm went to the dumpster and recuperated the two bags she had left against it, brought them to his car and went back to Sue’s. She was in bed waiting for him. She had changed nightgown and opted for the pink one. He undressed in the bathroom, showered and went to her in his birthday suit. There he told her the whole adventure. Sue had one of her laughs. She felt also that some justice had been done, and snuggled against Malcolm for security. She was proud of him. Tired they both slept hard. He left for work early, and she had time to make the bed and raise it up. She set the last two bags of latex garments in a corner, got herself ready for work, ate a bowl of cereals and left.

That Monday evening, Malcolm came back to check the content of the two bags his mom had planned to put into the dumpster. These were his own clothes mainly, why the others were women’s garments. He asked Sue if he could store them at her place for a week or two, for he was making arrangements to move out of the family home. It was clear that it was not a healthy situation for him to remain there. This planned move meant a lot to Sue, because she could see the breaking of the umbilical cord taking place.

That led Sue and Malcolm to spend a second night together, and that one was also a charming one where Sue required from him a lot of personal care in the right places. Following this, she decided to smother in the filly transparent nightgown, bloomers and night cap, to the joy and excitement of her companion who noticed how latex had a grip on her already.

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