Excerpt: Kimberly's Kisses

Notes: Here's an excerpt from the story I've written for Archibael, winner of the 100th Post Contest. FF, FD, MF, D/s, lingerie/foundation garments.

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“Hey,” Kim whispered, nuzzling closer to her lover, “you awake?”

Jennifer gave a little whimper-moan, then sighed.

Kim, her face pressed into Jennifer’s shoulder, opened one eye. Her view was filled with her girlfriend’s opposite breast. She lifted a hand and tried to poke at the nipple, then giggled when she missed, her finger sinking into the soft flesh of the breast. No depth perception with just one eye, she thought. She tried again, this time getting her finger where she wanted it, pressing the nipple down, making it disappear from her view.

Jennifer growled and turned away. Kim followed her, trying to stay as close as possible.

        “It’s our morning to sleep in, you nut-case, lemme ‘lone,” Jennifer mumbled.

“But I have to tell you something,” Kim said, her hand still on her lover’s breast. Now her mouth was just behind and below Jennifer’s delicate ear. Kim looked at that ear, framed by brown hair and peach fuzz. She tilted her head back and licked at it. Jennifer swiped at her ear as if swatting away an annoying mosquito.

“Tell me once we’ve had coffee. In fact,” Jennifer said, her voice getting stronger, “Why don’t you get up and make us coffee, since you’ve got all that extra energy.”

“What’s the magic word,” Kim said, her voice taking on a quality that was half tease and half pout.

“Slave.”

That simple, single word had the effect they both wanted. Kim’s nostrils flared and she pushed her hips against Jennifer. Resisting the urge to bite the back of her lover’s neck, she rolled away from her girlfriend and sat up to stretch her calves before she got out of bed.

Asking Kim to make breakfast was something Jennifer rarely ever did. Breakfast was ready much more quickly if Jennifer did it, herself; not because Kim was a slow cook, but because it took her a while to get dressed. She never left the bedroom in a simple robe, much less naked, but had to first pamper herself with her favorite accoutrements. “Kisses,” she called them. Jennifer had learned long ago that Kim was willing to do whatever was requested of her, just so long as she was allowed free reign with all the kisses.

Kim’s foundation garments had an entire wardrobe to themselves: girdles, corsets, leotards and body suits, bras, gloves, stockings, garter belts--each type had its own drawer. They had been together long enough that the sound of the drawers sliding open and closed both stimulated and soothed Jennifer. She didn’t have to look to know Kimberly would start by choosing a thin cotton top to wear under a corset. That was her default style.

“Red?” Kim asked.

“Sure, slave,” Jennifer said, her eyes still closed, “you’ll look fantastic.”

More drawers opened and closed, with pauses here and there. Corset, Jennifer thought to herself, now garter belt. . . that would be the red undies next. She felt the mattress move and she opened her eyes in time, propped herself up on an elbow, to watch her beloved slide a nude, fully-fashioned stocking up one smooth, shapely leg, and check the seam before attaching the three straps that hung from the garter belt.

“Slower on the second one,” Jennifer said. Kim put one foot down, raised the other onto the bed, toes pointed, and drew the stocking up her leg as slowly as she could, her eyes on Jennifer’s. The look on her lover’s face made the kiss of the fabric that much stronger, that much more there. She wasn’t simply dressing, she was making love--to herself and her lover. Again, she checked the seam, then attached the straps. She held her pose for a moment longer, then grinned at Jennifer as she put her foot back on the floor.

“You’re a tease,” Jennifer growled.

“You like it.”

“I love it.”

“Can I tell you about--”

“I said after coffee, slave. Just stop talking and let me tighten that corset for you.” Jennifer sat up as Kim moved around to her side of the bed and turned to present her back to her lover.

“It’s just--”

“Shut up! My God! Do you need the ball gag?”

“No.” Kim’s voice sounded very small, very sincere. She was quiet as her lover tugged on the black ribbons, two on each side, and expertly tied a pair of pretty bows. Jennifer ran her hands down from the ribbons to the silk undies, then even further to feel the edge of the welts of the stockings and their transition to thinner material. Kim’s breath quickened.

“Kisses,” Jennifer whispered, her hands still moving across Kim’s thighs.

“Thank you,” Kim managed to breathe.

“Now coffee.”

“Yes.” Kim slipped on a pair of nude kitten heels and scampered out the bedroom door. Jennifer watched the rectangular, darker swatches of brown at the stockings’ ankles until they disappeared, then curled herself up under the duvet and closed her eyes.