7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Pearl
I don’t really get how it works, but it does. Tillie made them out of paper, fitted them to me, and they went from stiff to moving fine—as long as I’m the one doing the moving, of course. That’s some kind of magic Valentina had!
I’m glad now because I’ve got a whole new wardrobe.
Delia offered to carry the folder of clothes back home for us, but it’s several feet tall and quite heavy, so that was unrealistic.
She used her phone to request a driver to come get us instead.
Paid the fee with the phone and everything!
I swear, next she’ll tell me the damn thing has buttons to bring her food too.
Delia drags the heavy folder into her room and leans it against her closet. She runs her fingers through her sweaty hair before asking me a question.
“So, are you gonna show me the rest of them? I didn’t get to see everything at the store.”
“Where’s the fun in that? You can see them as I wear them each day.”
“Boo,” she lowers one thumb at me, “No fun. I’m gonna take a shower. Get the giant slime and sweat off of me. You’re lucky you don’t have to deal with this.”
Delia digs through her drawers until she finds what she wants, then heads off to the bathroom.
When I hear the water running, I turn on her phone with the stylus, pull up the history site she showed me, and start to read from 1947.
She’s not in the shower long, so I don’t get far, but I’m determined to continue every chance I get.
When Delia comes into the room, however, there’s no way I’ll be able to retain any information. Not with how she looks right now.
Delia’s wearing a men’s undershirt, one of the thin, sleeveless, white ones. There’s something odd about how her nipples look under it. I don’t want to be rude by asking about it, but the shirt is quite revealing. It’s making me quite curious.
“You’re staring at my tits. It’s getting weird,” Delia says, interrupting my internal debate.
“What if I am? You’re the one walking around here like some kind of floozy,” I toss my hair behind my shoulders and inspect my nails.
Delia stares at me silently for a moment before tossing the towel into a basket across the room. “A floozy? Hmm. That’s definitely a new one for me.”
“If it fits, it fits. You’re practically offering your bosom on display.”
Delia rolls her eyes at me and my attempt at a serious expression fails. I smile at her as she grabs her hairbrush and crawls onto the bed, relaxing with her back against the pillows and brushing her wet hair back out of her face.
With all that hair out of the way, I can see all her face at once; she’s gorgeous.
She has high, angular cheekbones, full lips, hooded eyes, and a slightly crooked nose that she must have broken at some point.
The nostril piercing, lip ring, and fun hair distracted me before so much that I didn’t notice she has a little tattoo on the side of her neck.
Well, it’s by her ear. A little, cracked and bent baseball bat.
Her eyes dart to mine again and when she sees me watching her, she drops the brush with a sigh.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just really like looking at you a whole lot,” I say softly as I sit down next to her. “And I’m looking forward to kissing you some more.”
“I’d like that too.” Her eyelids grow heavy as she begins to fold the edge of my skirt upward. “And I’d like to see if you printed off any of the more intimate items I picked out.”
I gently slap her hand away, giving her a reproachful look as I do so.
“Don’t curl the edges, you’ll ruin it. Let me do it.”
Delia watches with a fire that could turn my edges to ash as I stand in front of her carefully undoing each of the buttons holding my dress together.
When it comes apart, I set the pieces on the chair next to me and pose for my sweetheart.
The pale blue slip is so short it barely covers my goodies.
It’s satiny and trimmed in bubblegum pink lace.
I’ve got a matching pink garter holding up my stockings and when I move, I’m sure she can catch a glimpse of the pink panties I’ve got on.
I swish my hips back and forth a little to make sure she can.
“Damn, I’m good at picking out clothes,” she says with a smirk as she leans back on her hands. “Come here, Bubbles”
Giggling at the damn nickname, I hop onto the bed and settle lightly onto Delia’s lap, one leg on each side of hers. She lifts the hem of my slip and peeks underneath, raises an eyebrow, and makes an approving sound.
“Hey,” I say with a laugh. “Might as well just take it off.
She shrugs. “Might as well.”
A sigh breaks free from my lips as Delia begins to kiss my neck.
The throbbing it immediately causes between my legs has me scrambling to unlace the side of my slip.
Shortly after I’m sliding it onto the floor and Delia’s moved to kissing my lips.
I run my hands over her smooth hair and the sides of her face.
She breaks the kiss and pulls back to look me over .
When she takes in my pink lingerie, she grins. “Yep, I’m good at shopping for you.”
“Let me see you,” I say as I tug at the edges of her shirt.
“Okay,” she says. She kisses the tip of my nose and looks me straight in the eyes. “Don’t be weird.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. Of course, I wouldn’t be anything but kind to her.
“Just—” She sighs. “Let’s just take things as we go. I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable with something. Okay?”
“Of course.” I stroke her cheek. “Always.”
Delia kisses me softly before lifting her shirt over her head.
I lean back and my eyes widen as I see my beautiful darling in front of me.
The first thing that catches my eye are the pieces of metal going through her nipples.
I certainly didn’t expect that, but it’s not unpleasant. I’ll come back to those.
I don’t mention the scars across and down her center, but I can’t stop myself from reaching out and touching one. I drag my finger all the way along the white line from the edge of her shorts to her bellybutton.
“Accident,” she says softly. “When I was a kid. Same reason my back’s all messed up.”
I gently tug on the little barbell in her nipple and raise a questioning brow. Delia hisses and grabs my hand.
“Not from the accident. Fully intentional,” she says with a laugh.
“Did that hurt?”
“Not one bit.”
I tug, a bit harder this time, on the other piercing. Delia bites her lip and groans.
“Fuck, Pearl. I’m sensitive. Be careful.”
“Careful? Like this?” I ask as I tug both piercings at once, leaning in to kiss her as I do.
Delia moans into my mouth as I rub, pull, and tease her nipples.
I’ve never been with a woman who was this sensitive in that area, and I have to admit I find it exciting.
She writhes under my hands and for the first time since I’ve been revived, I feel like I have some kind of control.
Soon enough though she stops my hands and breaks our kiss.
The look in her eyes is desperate as she says, “I need to fuck you. Now. ”
She begins to move as if to lift me from her lap but stops.
A look of concern dulls the fire in her eyes as she asks, “Wait, they had—never mind, of course they did. One sec.”
She gets up then, heads to her closet, and pulls out a black bag. It has straps and looks like something one would carry to the woods or in the army.
“My bag of tricks,” she says with a wink as she rifles through it. “Set up your pillows, Bubbles.”
I can’t help but wiggle with excitement as I set the pillows up like they were last time, then lay on top of them.
“Lay on your belly this time, beautiful,” she says, voice husky. Oh, my goodness.
“Well, yes ma’am.”
I follow her instructions, even though I feel a little silly. It’s hard not to feel self-conscious like this. Not sure how she can find me attractive when I’m just flopped over like a pancake.
“You look so fucking good, Pearl,” Delia says as the mattress creaks under her weight, closer and closer. “Let me take these off and see your sweet pussy.”
“Please do whatever you like.”
Delia very, very slowly removes the pink underwear, humming in delight as she does. She casts them to the side and spreads my legs apart.
“Such a nice view. I could get used to this,” she practically purrs as she slides her hands along my thighs. One hand continues up until she meets my soft center and she gently inserts a finger inside me. “I took out the toys, Pearl, to fuck you with. I’m wearing one now. Is that alright?”
She inserts two more fingers, beginning to stretch me, moving fluidly, slowly.
“Yes, it’s alright. I’ve—I’ve done things before.”
“Okay. Good. I want to make sure you’re always comfortable.”
Delia slips her fingers out of me, unfortunately, though she kisses my rump in apology when I whine. I can’t see behind me very well in my state, so I just have to trust her, I guess.
The tip of something cool and firm touches my entrance all of sudden and I tighten up in surprise for a second .
“I’ll take it slow,” Delia says reassuringly as she rubs it along my folded entrance. “Are you ready?”
“Yes. I want it,” I breathe out. “Please.”
Delia presses her body against mine, licks along the back of my neck, and whispers, “Then let’s get you nice and sticky.”