Vol.5, Chapter V — The Colours of Us

My eyes were taking in the pale blue that surrounded me, like the horizon of the sky during the midday of summer, only, I wasn’t outside, but inside my “new” room. That had been the colour I picked for the walls after having been asked what colour I wanted them. At first, I had said they could stay white, but then Sophie and Abby asked if I was sure about it, and my dad joined in, asking me why not to try adding a bit more colour since I spend so much time in there. I settled on the pale blue as it was a compromise, close enough to white, but not too deep of a different colour. It also was supposed to be a calming colour and that helps with thinking. Does it make me feel calmer? Hard to say, as Abby was with me, nestled between my legs with my arms around her waist, patting her belly as she checks my homework, so I was already calm enough thanks to her. Her feet were right beside mine, the only part of her body that was moving as she twirled her toe-beans and occasionally brushed them on the backs of my feet. We were wearing matching socks, fluffy and completely black, save for the part covering our toes, that one being white and with vertical stripes, making it look like cat paws. I had expected that Abby would love them, I just didn’t expect for her to love them that much. It was always so cute and funny seeing her walk around the house on the tip of her toes and occasionally pounce at me. They made her even more playful and mischievous if you can believe that. Even Oliver would stare at her with a bit of suspicion. It had been super funny the first time she put them on with him around. She extended her foot to him and said “look Oliver! You and I now match!” and Oliver tapped her foot seemingly in agreement.

So, the walls, did they help me think? I guess they might, yes. It’s a bit up for debate, really.

This line of thought did make me think about Abby’s colours though. No idea why, it just did, and I was now staring at her back, as if I could see right through her baby-blue shirt with “FUN” written at the front over her chest. That t-shirt really brought back memories, but I was more interested in what lied beneath, so, without much thought, I grabbed the hem of the back and rose it up to expose Abby’s back, my girlfriend raising her arms, allowing it to go right off. Then, it came into view what had been occupying my mind for the last minute or so.

Abby had five main colours on her. There are a few more, but they don’t matter right now, nor would I ever share them with anyone.

In no particular order, the first one was the golden-brown of her hair, like old honey. The second one was her lips, a dark rose colour that begged to be kissed. The third one was her dominant colour, and that was her tanned skin. It had gone a few shades lighter over the cold months, but she was still very tanned. Mostly.

And that brings us to the remaining two main colours.

The second dominant one was a new addition, a result of her having worn a tube top and a bottom with a frill around her hips acting as a very short skirt, Abby now having a lightly tanned rectangle around her chest and hips. And in that rectangle was the very pale skin, almost as pale as mine, resulting from the bikini she wore on the previous years before our matching one, a regular bikini bra and panty. It was deeply amusing to me how colourful she was, both in personality and now physically, especially the latter when compared to my more monochrome appearance.

“You know, you can be super misleading sometimes,” Abby said, snapping me back to reality.

She was looking at me with a pout and rosy cheeks, and her comment was deserved as I just realised that I’ve been caressing her back and waist for a bit now after having stripped her of her top. Very, very misleading indeed.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling her into a hug, her back resting against my chest. I also gave her forehead a gentle kiss before resting my cheek on top of her head. “I got a bit lost in thought admiring your tan.”

She looked at her chest and back at me, a little chuckle leaving her lips.

“It’s kinda funny, isn’t it?” she said. “I look like… like… hmm. What do I look like?”

I rested my chin on her crown as we both started thinking what we should compare her with, but nothing was coming up.

“Should we go to the pool for your birthday?” I asked, the thought popping up suddenly.

“Hmm… that does sound like a really fun idea, but my birthday coincides with our periods, and we can’t be sure if you’ll even be able to leave the bed, so I think it might be better not to go making plans other than staying home.”

She was right. I’d hate it if I had a crisis like I did during Valentine’s Day and we got forced to cancel plans because of me.

“We could go the weekend before or after though,” I offered as an alternative.

“Sure, since you seem to be so willing” Abby said, moving her head to give my chin a nibble. “Anyway, are you going to continue acting misleading, or are we actually going to do something?”

I looked down at her, not sure what she meant by me continuing acting misleading, but then I saw my hands on her chest, moving on their own. How long have I been doing that?

“For a bit,” she told me, giving my chin another nibble. Unsurprisingly, she read my mind like an open book. “You started it a bit after you placed your chin on my head.”

“…My homework?”

“Hehe! All done correctly.”

“Well, in that case… any requests?”

“A massage! A special one!”

“Pfft, fufu! Ok, then.”

I started smooching her face as we got ready to start her request, but a knock on the door startled us into a screeching halt. The insulation and new door did wonders to insulate the room, both thermally and sound wise, but it also appeared like it muffled the outside noises a bit too well.

“I’ll go get it,” I told Abby, helping her put back her t-shirt before getting up.

It was her sister, it turned out, standing on the other side of the door with a paper bag in her hands and Oliver sat right by her, looking up at us, the tip of his tail moving side to side as it lied flat of the floor. One looked nervous while the other looked like he was amused to see our interaction.

“Hey, erm, sorry if I’m interrupting anything,” Sophie began, looking at me and Abby as I moved Abby to my front, draping my arms over her, Abby planting her hands over my elbows and greeting her sister like she hadn’t seen her today despite this being the third time we met. “I just… I just wanted to give you this.”

She extended the bag for me and Abby took it, acting as my hands. I expected her sister to react, but she didn’t, despite the fact that it was clearly meant for me.

“Oh, erm, thanks,” I said, not having expected a gift. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s, erm, an apology,” she explained, her face turning a bit redder. “For that time I called into attention your garter belt?”

“Oh, erm, you didn’t have to,” I said, my face now also turning a bit red.

“No, erm, I felt like I did,” she told me, her voice a bit firmer now. “I felt like I had to, so you’d know that I really think it’s ok that you wear them and shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Because it is.”

I really appreciated the feeling, but a gift over that, I felt, was going a bit too far. I was more than perfectly ok with leaving that as a memory sealed in the deepest parts of my memory, never to be seen again.

I looked down at Abby, our eyes meeting in a silent conversation.

“Can I open it?” I asked, Abby having advised me to do so.

“I-if you don’t mind,” Sophie said. “I never bought anything like that, so I had Claire helping me pick some. Don’t worry though, I made sure to let her know that they had to be, erm, proper. Tame, if you will.”

The mention of Claire’s name was enough to put me on guard, even before Abby started opening the bag, still acting as my hands while I kept mine over her stomach. Out of it, she pulled out what was a single piece garter belt and stockings. They were black and had a floral lace pattern around the thigh band, the four strips connecting the band to the waist, and then the waistband. They were very nice looking and of obviously good quality, but I could tell that they were more of the sexy kind rather than the “tame” or “proper” kind as Sophie had asked. I didn’t think Claire purposefully hoodwinked Sophie, she just has a skewed perception about that kind of stuff, and I don’t fault her for that as Abby and I are guilty of the same, just about different matters. And like I said, they looked really nice, even if something a bit naughtier than I’d typically wear on a day that isn’t an “Abby and I extra-amorous day”.

I gave Sophie a heartfelt thank you, and she got a bit weird, like she was about to cry. I honestly didn’t know what was going on in her head, but Abby did as she put the stockings bag in the bag and stepped away from me and to the side. Then, Sophie stepped up and gave me a hug that was a bit too tight, her arms around my neck hurting me a bit.

“I’m really sorry for everything,” Sophie said, her voice thick with emotion.

What? Was she still hang up about that?

I silently returned the hug, surprised at myself for having that thought. I had more or less completely forgotten all about the things she had said to me and the pain she had put Abby through. I had no idea when that had happened, but I had, and my heart ached as I realised that Sophie had been carrying this guilt for the past few months without me having ever addressed that I had already forgiven her. Frankly, I hadn’t really realised it until then.

She then pulled back, and said that she had to go as she was done giving my dad a bit of tutoring and they were now going to have a brunch together as his thanks for the help. I followed her with my eyes as she met my dad, who was waiting by the entrance door, and the two left together.

“It kinda gets in the way, doesn’t it?” Abby asked.

“What does?”

Abby didn’t answer, she just made the movement as if she was adjusting her chest, her hands hovering over it as if it were bigger.

“I guess it kinda does,” I said, getting her meaning. I had leaned slightly back when Sophie had hugged me because her chest pushed mine back a bit, so I was feeling the aftermath of the bit of tension resulting from that.

“Not yours though,” Abby said, now being her turn to hug me, this sister knowing how to do so just right. “Yours offer a nice padding without getting in the way. Absolute perfection.”

“Pfft, fufu! Honey, don’t describe me like a piece of furniture,” I told her, hugging that silly shortcake back.

“Try it on!” Abby then told me, tapping my back with the paper bag. “I wanna see it!”

“Haah, fine. I have to try it anyway.”

“Hehe! Yay!”

Putting them on was a bit of a hassle, not because it was complicated, but because Abby was making it hard for me due to how much she was staring. She was leaning so much forward with her eyes wide open that it looked like she was going to topple face first out of the bed as she sat on the edge, or that her eyes would pop out of their sockets.

The stockings though, were quite nice to put on, not just to look at. Since it was a single piece, I only had to go pulling them on all together, a bit of work when compared to the garter belt and stockings when separate, but just the same amount of effort as putting on tights.

I guess that’s the better way to describe them.

They were tights made to look like stockings with garter belts.

“Wow!” Abby said, having previously given me a whistle, after I got them on and gave her a spin as I checked myself in the mirror. “Looking really good babe!”

“I do, don’t I?” I asked, not wanting to sound like I was bragging but doing exactly that. “And they are super comfortable too.”

And to confirm it, I put back my shorts and did some moving around and sat down and up a few times, trying to cross my legs and uncrossing them. I then took my shorts off and did the same stuff with my uniform skirt, Abby silently observing me.

“Well?” she asked after I started taking them off to go back to simply wearing shorts and the matching socks with Abby. “What’s the verdict?”

“They are the most comfortable stockings-garter-belt-tights-thingies I currently have,” I told her as I sat by her side. “Since there’s no clasps, the clothes don’t get snagged on them, nor do I have them pressed against my thighs if I cross my legs.”

“Pfft, hehe! You really only see them as a practical article of clothing, huh?”

“I-it is though!” I argued back, my cheeks flaring up as I was reminded that they were still a kind of naughty underwear by today’s standards. “And you do too, so don’t act like I’m the only one clueless here!”

“Pfft ah-haha! Ok, fair enough.”

She then hopped over my lap, fluffing herself up against me. She started twirling a strand of my hair between her fingers, looking at me with needy, sparkly eyes, reminding me that we had been interrupted by her sister. That needed to be corrected, didn’t it?

Some time later, as Abby laid on her side facing me, hearts fluttering above her head as she regarded me with a lazy, satisfied smile, I toiled over her new uniform shirt. In moments like these, I realised just how quiet my room now was. Were it not for Abby’s presence, her breathing together with mine, the occasional sigh that left her tiny body, and the ruffling of the fabric on my fingers as I worked, it'd be almost eerily quiet. Not with Abby though, this was a level of peace I was loving after a day in school. But as I appreciated the silence and my Abby’s adoring gaze, there was another knock on the door then, breaking our peaceful quiet. This time, it was Abby who got up to answer it, telling me she’d get it as she smooched my cheek as I was finishing the button that was making her shirt collar too tight.

It was her sister again, and she sounded even more flustered than before as she asked for me. I cut off the line, already knowing what the matter was.

“Violet, I’m so sorry! I had no idea!” Sophie spilled as she got to my side, practically shouting. “I really didn’t mean to give you something so… so. Claire didn’t know they were for you, so she suggested those when I asked about it. Ah! I didn’t tell her they were for you though, rest assured!”

I told her that it was fine, my face turning a bit red as I handed Abby her fixed shirt so she could try it on to see if the top button could be buttoned without strangling her. I then explained Sophie that I tried them on and that they were super comfortable, the best ones I currently have, so she doesn’t need to return them. I even admitted to having quite liked how they look on me and that I might get a couple more as I squeezed a finger between Abby’s closed collar and her neck. The ideal would be two fingers, but for that, it had to be the pinkie and ring finger, and that would be too tight. Abby assured me that it was fine like this with a look.

“Are you sure? I still have the receipt,” Sophie asked, sounding a bit calmer now.

“Yup, I’m perfectly fine with them. Really, thank you. I do mean it when I say that I really like them and that they are super comfortable.”

“Well, if you say so,” Sophie said, her voice dragging as she observed me sticking safety pins around Abby’s new shirt, about waist hight. “Erm, what are you doing?”

“Whenever Abby gets a shirt like this, they tend to be too long for her, so I’m taking measurements to shorten them.”

“Hehe! Violet knows how to sew, you see?” Abby said, bragging about me by the tone of her voice alone. “She even has a sewing machine and everything.”

“Yeah, I’m old fashioned like that,” I joked, poking fun at myself.

“Huh. That’s pretty cool, actually. Do you mind me asking for you to do some touch ups if I need anything?”

“Not at all,” I said, helping Abby taking the shirt off so it was less likely for her to prick herself. “I can only do some basic stuff, but if it’s taking in the waist, fixing a button, adjusting the length of a shirt, pants, or sleeves, stuff like that, I can do it.”

“That’s still quite impressive,” she said, picking up Oliver who had been sat by her feet this whole time, having been following her around the house once she got inside. “Well, thanks in advance. I’ll leave you two to it then.”

She left us alone, and I waited for the door to be shut to ask Abby why she was acting the way she was. After she bragged about me, she had been hopping in place on the tips of her toes with a huge grin on her face.

“Just really, really happy that I have such a skilled wifey,” she hummed before giving me a huge smack on my lips. “I really, really love that about you. I’m dead serious, you know?”

Oh, I knew that, as my heart was like a jackhammer against my ribs. I don’t think she’s aware of the mess she gets my heart and mind calling me “wifey”, but right now, I was about to blow up with happiness, to the point that it was me holding back a giggling fit for a change instead of her.

“Pfft, Hehe! Oh, silly you!” she giggled, kissing me again, her lips lingering on mine.

I really can’t wait for the day that I really am her wife.