Bluebeard’s wife

Kali's eyes darted around the room and fell on me. I swallowed hard when her finger pointed me out.

I stood up, the world wobbling for a moment and I caught myself on the arm of the loveseat before going toward them.

"You pick something for her to wear," Jennifer reminded me. I touched the fabrics, many of the costumes similar to the ones the rest of us were wearing. There were many that were different, too, from nurses to sailor girls. And there was regular lingerie as well, teddy combinations and boy shorts and garters and all sorts of things, everything soft and lacy and lovely. I wanted to run my hands over them forever.

I glanced at Kali, whose cheeks were still pink, but she was watching me finger the material with interest. I had to choose something to suit her? I looked from her to the clothing, trying to decide.

What did I want to see her in? The thought made my heart race, because I realized that I really did want to see her in something-a lot less than she was wearing now. What would these feel like over her soft, bare skin? I wondered.

That's when I saw it, behind a dark leather teddy kind of thing-it was sheer brown mesh, with a tulle-like fluted skirt, golden ribbons laced up in the front, like a modified corset, and delicate fairy wings. It was the shimmering fairy wings that did it. I smiled, touching it and looking at Kali. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, looking horrified.

"This one," I said, handing it to Jennifer. The other women hooted, seeing Kali's face.

"No way," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not wearing that."

"That's the rules of the game," Jennifer smiled. "Kelly, where's your bathroom?"

Kelly smiled. "Come on, be a good sport. Tara will help you put it on."

"I will?"

"She knows where the bathroom is."

I heard Jennifer talking to the group about what they were going to do while we were in the bathroom as I led Kali down the hall. She clomped along reluctantly in her motorcycle boots. When we got into the bathroom, I hung the outfit on the back of the door and looked at the young girl sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes wide.

"You don't really have to," I said, coming over to sit on the toilet lid, my knees touching hers. "We can stay in here all night if you want."

"What would we do?" She smiled, rubbing her knees against mine.

"Whatever you want," I replied. "I play a wicked game of eye-spy."

She laughed. "I can think of better things," she said, reaching her hand out and fingering the edge of my short skirt. "What are you wearing under that?"

"This?" I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I lifted my skirt to show her the white cotton panties that went along with the whole innocent school girl theme.

"Nice." Her eyebrows went up. "So do you have a boyfriend to model that for?”

“A husband," I replied. "I'm hoping he likes it."

"How can he not?" she asked, her eyes trained between my thighs, and I realized I was still holding my skirt up. I dropped it, flushing. Being this close to her was making me feel very, very warm.

"Wait," Kali said, lifting my skirt again. "I spy, with my little eye…"

She moved between my thighs on her knees and I looked down at her, holding my breath, my eyes wide. "Something… black?"

"What are you doing?" I whispered, as if someone might hear me.

"Playing eye spy," she said, slipping a finger under the elastic of my panties and exposing my bush. "Yep. Black."

"Kali," I said, starting to push my skirt down.

"Wait, wait," she said, pressing my hand with hers, keeping my skirt up.

"What?"

"I spy with my little eye…" she was leaning in so close to me now I could feel her breath on my thighs. I didn't seem to have control of my body as it edged toward her.

"Something pink," she murmured, parting my lips with her fingers.

I gasped, watching her eyes, which seemed to be drinking in the sight of me there. I was fascinated with her mouth, how dark her lipstick was, how pink her tongue when she licked her lips. Her fingers wandered through the folds of my flesh, her eyes following the path she was tracing. Everything was fuzzy and sharp at the same time, a glorious haze of heightened sensation.

Before I knew it, her tongue was parting my pussy lips, too, trailing up and down my slit. I'd never wanted anything more and I didn't stop her, I didn't even think to stop her. The pleasure was so good it was almost unbearable. Ecstasy is the perfect name, I thought, as I let her lick me and lick me, holding my panties aside for her and watching her little, pink pointed tongue flicking back and forth over my clit.

Her hands roamed over my body, up my thighs, spreading them, moving over my exposed belly. She reached underneath my shirt and found my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and she moaned at that, tweaking my nipples, making them stand up for her.