Vol. 7, Chapter XI — This Could Be Us In The Future

Sat on the bed Abby and I would sleep in, I had finished texting our parents and friends about how we were and how the day had gone by. Now, I was logging in to Mathilda’s stream, my friend immediately noticing my username—well, our username, as this was a join account me and Abby shared for this website in particular, as I greeted her through the chat. She greeted me back and said that she just read my text before bragging about having a friend that was doing modelling. Even though no one knew me and couldn’t possibly know who I was since the account’s name was nondescript aside the “MorronicCouple” part of it, my face turned red, and even more so once the chat was flooded with requests for pictures. Mathilda of course refused to show them, both because I was still a very shy and private person despite doing modelling, and also because I’ve been doing it in private for people to build their portfolios, so she didn’t feel ok with sharing any pictures on the internet and possibly compromising those portfolios legitimacy. She did answer that I was super cute and pretty when the chat asked how I looked like, complementing my figure but not really giving details about it other than my long glossy black hair and long legs, that I’m super smart, and how I have this cold, cool, unapproachable beauty air when neutral, but that I’m actually super nice, sweet, and warm, especially when I smile… and that I’m a huge “Mamma duck” when Ms Maple commented on that through her own account. The chat really loved that last part.

I actually had to hold a pillow to hide my face even though I was completely alone in the room after hearing so much high-praise told to so many people. What’s worse, I’d have to go through this a second time when Abby watches the replay, and I’ll also have to put up with her teasing.

“Speaking of, where’s that menace?”

When Josephine and her girlfriend dropped us off here, Abby skipped to the bathroom, needing to use it and came back soon after, looking all giddy as she hugged my arm. We had been asked again if we were sure we didn’t want to go sightseeing and grab something to eat, but Abby said, and rightfully so, that we had a full day and woke up early, so we’d prefer to stay and go to bed early, Josephine’s girlfriend, Rachel, agreeing with us.

Cute girl, that Rachel.

Naturally red hair that was long and a bit curly at the ends that she wore loose, and a petite build… overall. The exception was that she had a considerable chest size that looked, frankly, a slightly bit too big for her overall build. I really didn’t mean to stare, but it was a bit hard not to as her clothes were a bit tight, and it jiggled with her walk, so it did catch my eye a couple of times, which Abby hasn’t said anything about it yet, but I’m sure she will soon enough, the big teaser that she is. She was a bit taller than Abby, even when she wasn’t wearing her thick-soled boots and Abby had her shoes on, the top of Abby’s head being level with Rachel’s eyes when they stood in front of each other. She was thin and wearing what I’d describe to be a “cute goth” style. Take for example her t-shirt, a black, slightly distressed one worn over a fishnet top, but it had a pink bunny skull, ears and all, in front of it, or her beret hat that had playful skull and spider pins on it.

First thing she said to Abby was that it was nice to finally meet someone who could be called an adult that was shorter than her, Abby chirping “I’m quite pocket-sized, aren’t I?”.

My thoughts got interrupted by my stomach producing a growl. I ate light during the day, well, even lighter than normal, so I was famished for once, and I hoped Abby had brought some food.

Then, as I was wondering what I was actually feeling like eating, the front door of the building opened and closed, and I could hear a familiar cadence of hurried steps coming up the stairs. Soon after, the front door opened and Abby came inside, carrying only a small plastic bag, dashing my hopes for sustenance.

“Have you ordered anything yet?” she asked, leaning a bit as she stood in front of me, hiding her hands behind her back.

“Was I supposed to?” I asked, a bit annoyed at her.

“I texted you, dummy,” she argued back. “Right after I got out of the building. Check your phone before getting mad at me.”

Sure enough, she did, but I had forgotten to change the setting on my phone from “Do Not Disturb” I had set for the shoot, nor had I noticed it or Abby’s text for the past twenty minutes I’ve been staring at it, chatting with our folks.

I apologised, Abby straightening up and planting her hands on her hips, maybe trying to appear bigger than she is, and huffed that it was fine. Her tune then changed as she said that, now that she thought about it, maybe it was for the better before turning away and going into the bathroom, closing the door and making me realise that I needed to use it.

Going to the door proved fruitless, as she had locked it. I knocked and asked to be let inside, Abby’s voice telling me to give her a minute, coming a bit muffled over the sound of running water.

It wasn’t urgent, so I went and sat back down, grabbing my phone and started to look for something to order while Mathilda’s stream continued on its separate window. Abby and I had been given food money from Josephine and her classmate, so Abby and I had a nice budget. After some searching, I found two possibilities from a local pizzeria: a four-cheese pizza, and a four-seasons one. I was really hankering for cheese and dough, so the former was super appealing, but the latter, as seen in the picture with it divided in quarters, one being just cheese, the other, cubed ham, the third one mushrooms, and the final quarter, shrimp, was something I never had and the variety in a single pizza was quite appealing.

Luckily, I didn’t have to decide by my lonesome, so I got up, planning on asking Abby what she’d prefer, and once I got to the door, just as I was about to knock, she opened it and bumped into me, not losing the opportunity to wrap her arms around my body and press her face to my chest as she told me that she just drew a bath for us and for me to go on ahead. I asked about dinner, but she told me that we’d likely fall asleep in the tub if we ate first, so it’d probably be better to soak first and eat later. Before I could utter a word, she lifted me up and placed me inside the bathroom, telling me she’d join in a second and shutting the door.

“Haah, it has to always be her way, doesn’t it?” I grumbled under my breath. But then, I realised what she had done to the bathroom. “And she really doesn’t do things half-way, does she?”

The bathroom was somehow smaller than the one in my house, the sink, toilet and bidet tightly packed together, but instead of a shower, which would take up less space, it had a small walk-in tub that looked more like an oversized matchbox. The porcelains were white, and there was a bit of decoration on the wall tiles but really, it was a very simple place just like the rest of the apartment. Abby had, however, decorated it with lots of small candles, the type that might burn for maybe a couple of hours at most and that you can get a whole packet for little money. It did give the bathroom a moody, warm ambiance, specially around the steaming bathtub. She had also prepared a wrapped towel for me to use as a headrest, a scrunchie left by it for me to tie my hair so it wouldn’t get wet since I had already washed it when we had arrived the apartment.

“Well, might as well,” I thought as I stripped a second time in less than an hour to get in the bathtub again, this time on the horizontal plane. The water was hot, covered in scented bubbles, and it looked like Abby might have gotten some bath salts too as I felt something akin to effervescence on my skin as I sunk into the water. As I had expected, it was a tight fit even for me alone, my legs having to be slightly bent, my knees slightly peaking over the foam. Still, it felt like heaven. Or it would, but having my body suspended in warm liquid seemed to make the fact that I was hungry more noticeable.

It wasn’t enough to stop me from relaxing and nodding off however, as before I realised it, I heard a giggle and felt someone’s breath hitting my side. Opening an eye and looking in that direction, I saw my wife’s adorable, delighted face peaking over the rim. She had crouched down, so that was one of the only things I could see of her, the other being her hands, as she was using them as a rest for her chin.

“Is there room for your little lovely wife?” she chirped.

That’d require a bit of adjusting in my position. Sliding to a side wouldn’t exactly work as my spine would be bent sideways, so I hoisted myself up a bit, having slid down in my napping, and I opened my legs, going as far as placing a foot on each side of the rim so Abby would have somewhere to slot herself in.

“Oh my! Such an un-lady-like pose!” she giggled. “I can see your everything.”

“No, you can’t,” I told her, not falling for her trap as there was a thick layer of foam covering the water. “Shut up and get in already. And you’re my wife, it’s not like you haven’t seen any of it a thousand times anyway.”

She giggled and stood up, revealing to me that she had already stripped before coming in, and she joined in, sitting between my open legs before reclining on me, letting out a satisfied sigh upon contact and a happy sound once I wrapped my arms around her, gave her a squeeze, and smooched her temple. She then kept staring at me with half lidded eyes filled with adoration, prompting me to ask what was up. Her sweet expression grew a bit wicked as she smiled at me and a little wiggle of her hips against me.

“I still can’t believe you plucked your hairs for me.”

“Abby! Drop that already!” I whined.

“Hehe! I refuse! I told you, it’s the sweetest and silliest thing you’ve ever done for me!” she told me, proceeding to give my jaw love bites and kisses.

She then grabbed our loofah and began washing my legs. I reminded her that I had done that already when she was away, but she didn’t care.

“Just the legs then,” she told me. “Indulge me.”

I shrugged and decided to let her be, even though she was the one needing bathing.

She asked me, humming as she washed my left leg and before kissing the ankle, how I’d rate our day, saying that she found it to have been a good one, despite that one hiccup.

That one hiccup Abby was talking about was perhaps the second or third most mortifying moment of my life, the first one still being the talk Dad gave me the morning after Abby and I had our first time together and became a couple. Thinking about it, it might actually be tie. Anyway, what did this moment had that was so bad? Well…

To begin with, some context. I was sent by e-mail pictures of the outfits Josephine’s classmate wanted me to try. Some were his creation, others were tagged as “cosplay”, Mathilda having explained once that it meant dressing up like a character of a videogame, movie, book, or TV show. Originally, I only vetoed two outfits, one because the mini-skirt almost allowed a peek of my underwear which itself was a specific one as well. That one was similar to another outfit, which had a very short skirt too, but since it was worn over a white leotard, I ended up accepting that one. The other I vetoed was because it had such a deep-cut V-neck that ended midway through my bellybutton and crotch, otherwise, I’d have been ok with it.

The one in particular that generated the mortification was one that I had approved but didn’t expect that it’d turn problematic—for me anyways—once I tried it on. Since I hadn’t excluded it when checking the list and it was tagged as cosplay, I didn’t want to say no once I tried it on, nor ask for adjustments because, as it was cosplay, it’d be altering a character design, and that’s something that annoys me in movie-adaptions of books I read. This outfit was constituted by a leotard, a different one than the previous I mentioned. This one let my shoulders and arms free, and the neck was relatively high, ending just under my choker if I were wearing it for this one. All this was fine, but then, it was high-cut on the waist, the hem passing high over my hipbone, which was already starting to ring some alarm bells, but I still thought—and hoped, it’d still be modest enough for me. It was made of a black stretchy blend of cotton and synthetic fabric, quite opaque and comfortable, meant to be dressed by pulling it through my neck and closing it at the crotch with a double press studs. Over it, I wore a pair of tight, low-hung jeans, and for the top, a short-length long-sleeved faux-leather racing jacket and knee-high, stiletto boots. This combination proved problematic because the leotard and jacket showed a lot of the sides of my hips, and the jeans, sitting so low on them, also offered little coverage. All this meant that, the skin-tone G-string I wore for the shoot meant to be invisible under clothes, had the waistbands fully visible on the sides. Abby, who had been helping me getting in and out of the outfits, went to Josephine to ask what we could do, returning a minute later saying the alternatives we had: Jo could make me some low-hung, low-visibility underwear, but it’d take her and Rachel a bit getting that done. Second option was going out to buy some but it was such a specific type of clothing that’d be hard to find and it was close to lunch time, and today was Saturday too, so businesses would soon close for a couple of hours. The final option There was them removing my underwear during editing of the photos, but that required my underwear being visible during the shoot, and now, during the measuring and adjusting.

What did I decide? Since I had already had so many conditions in place and refuse fervently that anyone who isn’t Abby seeing what underwear I might have on, I decided to go on ahead by removing them entirely for that outfit, that somehow being the lesser of all evils. I did however get a few new pairs that Rachel and Josephine did for me to wear tomorrow during the afternoon session. Really good ones too, almost too good in fact, Abby and I agreeing on that—she tried a pair I wasn’t wearing too while Jo’s classmate took measurements of me in one of the outfits for adjustments to be done for shoot. They offer enough coverage and match my skin-tone close enough that even when peaking a bit, they are virtually invisible. They are way more comfortable than the ones I’ve been wearing up until now too thanks to the thin fabric they picked and the way they stitched them, so I’ll be using these for this type of work from now on. It even made me consider asking for Jo to make some conservative ones for me for daily wear.

“I almost died at that point, but yeah, I’ll agree with you.”

“Well, we did get custom-made underwear out of it, so I’d say that’s a huge win. Not many girls can brag about having tailored underwear, you know?”

“I guess… You’ve been waiting all day just to tease me, haven’t you? Also, ‘we’?”

“First of all, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, wifey. Second of all, yes, ‘we’. We share bottoms all the time, so if I buy new panties for me, you technically get new panties too and vice versa. In fact, and I’m being serious right now, is there really a point having so many of them when we share?”

“I mean… if we are really being serious… I suppose not, but having variety is also nice, right? Having some that are more to my taste and others that are to yours makes our exchange feel a bit more personal and special, doesn’t it? But erm, don’t wear the ones Jo made me, ok? Those are for work. Anyway, kinda related to that, do you think there’s any peace of clothes I should consider take back with me?”

Abby produced a hum as she lowered my leg, having finally finished up cleaning both of them. I took the loofah, seeing that she was done and began washing her body, Abby giggling as she lifted her arms so that I could start on them and her armpits. She answered my question, saying that I should bring back home a cute flowing crop top with thin shoulders straps that I wore at one point, stating that it wasn’t as much for me to go out with it but to wear at home in a hot day since it fully covered my chest and little else, so I could preserve my modesty and still be unrestricted and fresh. I hadn’t considered that one due to the same reasons she told me I should bring it home, but hearing her reasoning had me convinced. Oh, and the reason why I hadn’t vetoed that one was because it was worn with wasp-waited pants and also had been given a tube top to wear under it for modesty, so there wasn’t as much skin exposed as it might sound, although it was edging the line of what I considered acceptable for me since anyone sitting with me standing by would likely see things they aren’t meant to when looking up at my face, even if it was ultimately covered.

“…I think I might also take the leotards.”

“The leotards? Both of them? Even that revealing one?” Abby asked, a bit stunned.

“Yeah. If I’m at home, they are a one-piece thing that I can just layer with some shorts or pants if someone else is around or I need to answer the door, and if I’m going out, I could wear them under my clothes for an extra layer without worrying about it untucking. For example, you know how annoying it is for me when the top I’m wearing under my uniform becomes untucked from the skirt and then I have the hem floating around under the shirt. And the press studs aren’t noticeable when sitting and easy to get open, so it’s not like I’ll struggle to use the bathroom.”

Abby thought about it for a bit before agreeing with me, her face turning a bit red as she said that it will also be a nice surprise to get home from university classes and find me dressed in a leotard, all leggy and ballerina-like.

“Ah! Before I forget!” I gasp as I wash Abby’s belly and feel a particular feature of it. I trace it with a finger, a line starting just above each side of her hipbone and going down in a V shape, one that I only today noticed on myself when I was with the black leotard and the light hit my hip in a particular angle, although mines are even less noticeable. “What’s this line called?”

“You mean my Adonis belt?”

“So, that’s what’s called! Have you noticed I seem to have one now too?”

“I mean, yeah. Of course I did. For a few months now, and I find it super cute.”

“R-really? Cute? Fufu, thanks, but… I don’t exercise like you do, so how come I have one?”

“Well, you eat rather lightly, you walk a lot thanks to our walkies, and you’ve also been running with me at least three times a week, so there’s that to keep you thin. As for working out that could make those muscles a bit more noticeable… you do pick me up a lot when hugging me and even carry me around while doing that… and you’re also quite passionate when making love sometimes.”

“A-Abby! I’m being serious!”

“And so am I, babe! Those things can be a core workout in my still rather un-educated opinion. Right, speaking of being serious and education, what do you think of this place?”

It was tiny. Cosy? It’d need a bit more of our personal touch, but it could be also that. It had a small bed on a corner behind the two-seater couch that sat on the “living room” space of the studio apartment, which I figure, also serves to block the TV light if someone is trying to sleep while the other one is watching a movie or something. The “kitchen” was adjacent to the entrance door, a small stove with two hobs and an electric oven under them, a small fridge with the microwave on top, and a fee cupboards above and under the small counter. A small table with two chairs sat close to the cooking space, being the eating area.

“It’d need new curtains, a carpet or two, maybe a new coat of paint and a few personal decorations, but I think a place like this could work for us while you study,” I told Abby since this was actually what she meant when she asked my opinion.

“I know, right!” she said, turning around completely, which saved me the time of asking her to do that so I could wash her back. “Shame that Jo’s university isn’t on my list, otherwise we’d have to see if we could get this place reserved for us!”

“That’s still almost a full year away,” I told her, chuckling at her enthusiasm. “It wouldn’t really be fair having her friend’s family hold up putting this place for rent when we wouldn’t even be sure that this university would be the one you got into.”

“I know, I know! But… But how likely will it be that we find one like this, babe?”

I pulled Abby in for a kiss that I had intended to be a short one, but upon hearing her produce one of her happy sounds, decided to let linger. We didn’t have that much time to do this kind of stuff today after all due to travelling and me working, and we also won’t have much time tomorrow for the same reasons.

Once our lips separated, I told her that she was starting to sound like me sometimes, worrying about hypotheticals. She laughed and poked at my chest, saying that that meant she loved me to bits.

“Ah! By the way, Rachel’s chest, it really is something huh?”

“Don’t talk about other girl’s chest while touching mine,” I told her, not being really mad at her as I figured Abby poking mine made her remember that she wanted to tease me about it. “But yeah, I guess it is since I ended up noticing it.”

“Of course you did! They jiggle like puddings with each step.”

“Now you’re just being rude and trying to make me blush,” I laughed as I grabbed her hands, my stomach doing a little rumble at the mention of pudding. “Now, stop being a pest and make it so that I can wash your legs next.”

She did the latter, but completely ignored the former request, pestering me with her nonsense until I as done washing her and we could do the final stretch of cuddling before we got out and finally ordered some food.

“This really was a good idea, wasn’t it?” Abby moaned as we settled back into our initial position, my wife this time making some space between her thighs for my feet to not be out of the water.

“It really was, honey,” I whispered between smooches to her little face.

“Hehe! You know, this could be us in the near future.”

Calm finally settled between us, or rather, quiet, letting my mind drift to today’s events once more, my mind getting stuck on Sophie.

Were it not for her, Abby and I would have had to get up even earlier to catch a bus that’d take at least two hours getting to the next town so we could catch the fast train and be in Jo’s university town before lunch time. Instead, it was little over an hour of her driving, and she also stayed with us out in the cold of the platform until the train permitted us boarding even though she could have just dropped us off and left or stayed in the car, and she even hugged and kissed me like she did to Abby as she told us to take care and to call if anything happened.

“It’s been a while,” Abby lazily hummed.

“What has?”

“You fondling my chest absent-mindedly.”

“Oh… When did I—wait, what do you mean that it has been a while?”

“Exactly that, you haven’t done that in a bit. I guess you’ve been relatively stress-free lately. So, what’s up this time?”

“I was thinking of your sister.”

“Don’t touch my chest while thinking about another girl,” she tells me with an absolutely impish smile. Knowing me, she also placed her hands over mine so I don’t pull away from her and continue what I’m doing. “Anyway, continue. Your thoughts I mean. Hands too, but I meant your thoughts specifically.”

I couldn’t really make much sense of my thoughts, so I’d just spill them out and hope Abby can make sense of them, or at least could help me make them somewhat coherent.

Sophie was someone very important to me now, even though we really didn’t start on the best foot possible, even before that huge argument between sisters. I care deeply for her and I’m aware that she also cares deeply about me. There’s also this thing that happens to me whenever Sophie acts affectionate towards me or praises me that I never really quite figured out. Maybe it’s because she looks so much like Abby, but I feel like that’s not it, but I always have this nice feeling on my chest. Maybe it’s because I’m an only daughter and I end up getting the same big-sister treatment from Sophie that she gives to Abby.

“Yeah, you do seem quite happy and embarrassed whenever sis does that to you. Super cute.”

It’s super embarrassing, actually. Kinda like when it is my Dad acting affectionate towards me. I also don’t have the same issue with Abby, of course, but more importantly for this reasoning, I don’t get that from Mathilda if she’s the one hugging and praising me, not even close to that extent at least. Don’t get me wrong, it is nice, but from Mathilda, it’s just a close friend hugging another close friend. There’s also the fact that Mum died when I was very young and the only other feminine presence in my life until recently was grandma, and she wasn’t particularly nurturing, so maybe I have… so me sort of “Mummy issue”?

“I mean, I most likely have some, if only for different reasons. That could partially explain why I got so attached to you and why I sometimes suckle on you during sleep. As for you, maybe you’re partially right? My question is, if you had to call Sophie any of these two, which would you rather call her by: ‘big Sis’, or ‘Mum’?”

I’d pick the former, but… the latter wasn’t feeling all that far off when thinking about what I thought calling her “Mum” would require.

What she did today was an example, but there’s also her driving us to and from school, preparing us meals, worrying and checking on our grades, wanting to go to our teacher-parents meetings, putting me in line a couple of times when I was being stupid… maybe some of those were something “Big Sisters” did for their younger ones, but I felt like they were more typical of what a “Mother” would do for her child.

That, and also how she’s been some sort of companion to my Dad, helping him out here and there, cooking for him and doing his favourite dishes, hearing him out, caring for his well-being, also scolding him, having fun together…

“Hmm… so, ‘Mamma Violet’ wants ‘Big Sis Sophie’ to become her ‘Mamma’”.

“T-that’s not what I said!”

“Don’t worry, I get you,” Abby chirped as she peeled away from me. “Anyway, the water is starting to get cold, so what do you say of us getting dry and finally order some food and go to bed.”

“…I say ‘finally’. I’m starving.”