Chapter Three

Morning couldn't come soon enough as far as I was concerned. It was the first weekend that Angie and I didn't plan on working at least on the Saturday. By eight I was long past ready to leave but I knew it only took me twenty minutes to drive to Angie's house. 

I had been there several times before but it always had to do with work. This would be the first time I would be going to her house as a social call. To say I was excited would be an understatement. The way she kissed me the night before and the way she rubbed up against me told me she was as interested in me as I was in her. That knowledge added fuel to my fire. 

The weather had turned cold in the last few weeks and that morning the temperature hovered in the mid-forties. Thankfully the forecast called for warming temperatures into the sixties by late afternoon. 

Due to the colder temperatures I decide on wearing a pair of black Dockers a wool turtleneck sweater and a jacket. Once the temperatures warmed I could take off the jacket. 

Angie's house was in an affluent subdivision. It was a two story home with four bedrooms and three baths. She had acknowledged the house was more than she really needed but she detested paying rent and the house would sell for more than she paid for it. She considered it a wise investment. 

As I pulled into Angie's driveway at nine o'clock on the dot she stepped out of her door. She was wearing plain brown slip-ons with a flat heel. She wore knee high white socks and an emerald green plaid skirt. A white cable knit sweater and a leather jacket. On her head was a beret made of the same green plaid her skirt was made of. It wasn't until I saw the sporran around her waist that I realized she was wearing a kilt. She actually looked like a school girl, which was pretty hot. 

As I approached Angie her arms went around my waist and her lips sought out my own. We kissed for a few seconds before she said. "God its cold out. Come on lets get in the car and out of the breeze." There was a slight breeze blowing and I could see it puff up Angie's skirt. 

We went to one of those chain restaurants where we had breakfast. On the way into the restaurant Angie held my hand and she left it to me to tell the hostess how many was in our party. Even after we sat down Angie held onto my hand. 

Once our meals had arrived I asked Angie. "This may sound a little weird and if it does you don't have to answer me. I was just wondering why you kissed me last night and why are you so affectionate toward me. I mean we kissed that night after the library and then nothing for the last three months.

Angie squeezed my hand and smiled before saying. "Its not because I didn't want to, but I didn't want my feeling for you to get in the way. If we had become intimate before you got the job permanently, I was afraid you would think it was because we were involved. I wanted you to earn the position as my associate. I was pretty sure you wanted to know you earned it too." She was right I did want to know I earned it. I told her as much which earned me one of her dazzling smiles. 

After the restaurant we went straight to the festival. It was held at the fair grounds and there was a long line of cars waiting to get in. Once we found a parking spot and got out of the car Angie took my arm as we walked to the entrance. 

All around us were men wearing kilts. Not every man there was wearing one but there were quite a few who did. Angie made sure to point out any man that was over six foot tall and broad in the shoulders. She would then ask me if I thought he was any less of a man because he was wearing a kilt. 

Once we were inside the gate we went first to the caber toss. A caber is a long wooden pole that is tossed by men wearing kilts. I wasn't sure why they were doing it except to say it looked like a real man's sport. I'm sure Angie made sure I saw this to strengthen her argument about real men and kilts. 

After the caber toss we watched teenaged girls doing an Irish jig and other Irish dances. Then we went on to a dog show, which Angie watched intently. She also asked me what I thought of dogs and cats. I liked dogs but didn't care for cats. 

After the dog show we started looking at the tents where they sold items that dealt in Irish and Scottish origins. In one of the tents I saw they sold swords. My fascination quickly took over until I found myself buying a five foot broad sword. The steel wasn't the best quality, but it was really a show piece more than something I would actually use. 

As we continued to go though the tents I learned that the color and the pattern of the plaid had significance. Each clan had its own color and pattern that would tell others what clan he or she was a member of. I also realized that the plaid Angie was wearing was the one for her own clan. 

I really should have known where this was all going. Angie would lead you by the nose in her own sweet way till you were doing just what she wanted. It wasn't until we walked into a tent that sold kilts that I realized just where she was leading me. 

Angie started looking though the rack before she said. "You can wear my family colors Jack, if that's okay with you. Exactly what is your waist size?" 

I should have stopped her then but I was infatuated with Angie by this point, but I did question her. "Really Angie I don't think I want a kilt, after all I'm not Irish or Scottish" 

She dropped the kilt she was looking at and said. "You really don't have to be Irish or Scottish to wear a kilt, but if you really don't want one then I'm not going to force you. I just thought you understood it has nothing to do with what you're wearing as to whether you're manly or not." 

"I understand that, it's not something I would wear. I'm not sure I would feel comfortable in one." I told her. 

"I guess you will never know how comfortable you feel in one till you put one on right." She told me, which looking back was another way of getting me to do what she wanted.

"I guess your right." 

Angie took the kilt she had been looking at and said. "Here just try it on and see how you feel about it. If you're too uncomfortable wearing it then you can take it off." Before I could say anything she turned to the sale's clerk and said. "Miss my boyfriend wants to try this one on do you have anywhere he can change?" 

The use of the word boyfriend when she was referring to me surprised me. I had no idea we were that close. Before I could recover from the surprise I was taken back to a makeshift dressing room. 

Once I was inside I figured I might as well put on the kilt then at least I could say I tried it on. I didn't realize how cool it was until I took off my pants. Instantly my skin became like goose flesh as I tried pulling my pants off over my shoes. 

I had just gotten the kilt on and the snaps done up then I heard Angie say. "I have some different socks for you Jack. Can I come in?" 

After telling her she could Angie ducked under the curtain door and came in. She looked me over and said. "Very nice at least you don't have knobby knees like most men do." 

She then stepped closer and said. "Do you know what the best thing about a kilt is?" When I shook my head no she pulled the hem of the kilt up and reached under it and grabbed my manhood through my boxes. With a devilish grin she said. "I can do this a lot easier."

Angie massaged my genitals till I was rock hard. At the same time her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. It really didn't take that long to get me hard but Angie made the kiss last a few minutes before she said. "Give me your pants and your socks and I'll have the clerk bag them up." 

I knew by this point I was going to wear the kilt, but to save face I said. "I didn't say I was comfortable in it yet." 

"Well of course you're not honey it's something new, you have to wear it a while to really see if it's something you're comfortable with. Now come on out when you're ready." She scooped up my pants and ducked back out of the dressing room. Now I had no choice but to wear the kilt in public. Like I said, when Angie puts her mind to something you might as well go with it. 

It took me about five minutes to get my erection under control and to get my courage up to walk out of the dressing room. I really expected to hear people laughing about the way I was dressed in an emerald green kilt and knee high black socks, but of cause there was none. After all I wasn't dressed any differently than a lot of men at the festival. 

As soon as Angie saw me leave the dressing room her smile once more lit up her face and I swear I could see a sparkle in her eye. She came over and entwined her arm in mine and said. "There's my man come on lets go watch some more of the games." 

After watching some more of the games and the procession of the clans Angie asked. "Well do you feel comfortable in the kilt now?" 

"I guess its okay though it still feels kind of weird. I just wish the wind would stop blowing." I told her. 

Angie giggled and said. "You should be glad you weren't wearing the kilt this morning. I though my bottom would never unthaw." 

At five o'clock the festival came to a close. As we made our way to the parking lot I asked. "Do you want to stop for dinner on the way home?" 

"No I'm going to make you dinner tonight as soon as we get back to my place." She told me as she clung to my arm. 

"Are you sure it pretty late to start something?" I asked. 

"I already have it made; all I have to do is pop it into the oven when we get home." 

Chapter Four