°˖✧✿✧˖° kennedy °˖✧✿✧˖°
Lia dropped me at home after picking me up from work and let me get ready. She was taking me out for dinner tonight then we were spending the weekend at her place.
"Hey love," my sister, Annie, said as I walked into the kitchen. I set my bag on the chair beside her and leaned over to kiss her cheek as my hello. After such a long day at work, my social battery was drained and as much as I wanted dinner with Lia, I wanted my bed just as much. Or her bed- or breasts. I loved drinking her milk when little and right now, that was all I wanted. I tried hinting in the car on the way home but she was so excited about tonight's meal that I think she overlooked it.
It wasn't a big deal though. She had some important news for me tonight and she wanted to make it this big special thing.
"When is Lia coming to get you?"
"At 730," I replied, looking over her shoulder. She had an assignement open and it all looked like complete confusion. Whilst I got the wordy brain, she got the number brain. She was currently completing her masters degree in mathematics and statistics. It confused the crap out of me.
"Alright, when will you be home?" She asked me, sipping her iced coffee- she lived off that stuff.
"After work monday," I smirked. She rolled her eyes playfully but nodded.
"Alright."
"Alright," I giggled and picked my bag back up again.
"Alrighttt," she smirked back at me as I headed away from the kitchen.
"Alrighty," I shouted through the house and headed into my bedroom. I heard her laugh slightly as I shut my door. I loved Annie. She was my best friend, my sister. She was four years older than me, at 25, but she had always, always been there for me. No matter what we went through, she always had my back and I was forever greatful for her. She moved me from dad's house to her house as soon as she could and got me my job. I was hopefully starting a degree in English Literature in September at Edinburgh university, all thanks to her.
I climbed out of the shower feeling a lot more refreshed. I looked through my wardrobe for a nice dress but sighed seeing the state it was in. I had cute outfits and that was it. I didn't have any sexy dresses or even suitable dresses. I groaned and debated going to ask Annabelle. I knew she had nice dresses but whether or not they'd fit me, that was another issue. I wrapped my dressing gown around me and slid on my fluffy slippers before slipping out of my bedroom. I headed down the stairs to see her sat at the island, my girlfriend sat opposite her. I stopped dead in my tracks and Annie smiled widely at me. Lia spun on her chair and beamed too.
"Going like that?" she chuckled, looking me up and down. I blushed deep red, my hair was soaking wet, I was naked under the gown, I hadn't moisturized and I didn't have makeup on.
"What do you need, buttercup?" Annie asked me.
"A dress." I choked out.
"You have dresses, baby," Lia said, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"Not any nice ones!" I whined a little. I felt extremely small now. I just wanted to ask for a dress to wear and I didn't know she would be here yet.
"Kennedy, you expect me to have nice dresses?" Annie asked me, coming around the island and walking over to me.
"I know you have nice ones!" I huffed, stomping my foot a little. I wanted a dress and I was embarrassed and I wanted my mama's milk. She was dressed in a suit that hugged her curves. I walked over to her and she opened one arm for me.
"I don't have any nice ones that will fit you, love. You're teeny, tiny compared to me," Annabelle held up her hands, close together when talking to me. She knew I was slipping. She knew all about me slipping.
"Do you want me to help you pick an outfit, darling?" Lia asked, putting some hair behind my ear. I nodded gently and put my head on her shoulder. She kissed my temple before taking my hand. "Lead the way."
She'd never been in my bedroom before. This made me extremely nervous. Since I lived with my sister, whenever we wanted private time, we'd go to her house! She lived alone, if you know what I mean. Whenever at my house, we hung out with Annie. Annie adored Lia- what I loved about their relationship is that Annie had absolutely no idea who Lia was when I brought her home and we didn't tell her for a good few weeks. It didn't change anything, even when Annie googled her. I appreciated that more than anything because it meant the one person whose opinion means the world to me, approves of my girlfriend for who she is as a person, not her status in society.
"Damn baby," Lia mumbled as I walked into my bedroom. My bedroom was my safe haven. I had a bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall of books. I had a cozy corner with a big cozy rocking chair, my stuffies, blankets, pillows and it had a canopy from the ceiling over it which had fairy lights. My bed was perfectly made and sat in the corner, also covered in blanekts and stuffies though. I had book stacks all over my room, even in my wardrobe, under my bed, behind my door. Apart from my towel laying on my floor by my wardrobe which was wide open- there wasn't one thing out of place. I blushed and walked over to my wardrobe. I grabbed some underwear and let my gown fall to the floor before pulling the underwear on.
"If I knew your bedroom was this tidy, I'd have cleaned mine a little more," she said, inspecting the things around my bedroom. She stood in the cozy corner and looked at my stuffies. "I didn't know you had this many friends!" She giggled, holding one up and showing me. They all sat on their little bean bag- there was around 12 in that corner. I had around 8 on my bed. I pointed to a basket by my wardrobe which was once a laundry basket, now a stuffie basket. She laughed and held the top on up- it was a squishmallow. "Do they all have names?" She asked.
"Of course," I giggled, blushing. I'd been little with her countless of times but it still got me all embarrassed when I could feel myself slipping. She could see it too.
"Let's get you dressed," she said. She walked over to my open wardrobe and went through the clothes.
"The dresses are all on the left side. Next to the hoodies," I told her, taking a set on my bed.
"I'm surprised it's not alphabetical," she chuckled. I rolled my eyes, it was. She carried on looking through the dresses and I heard her breath hitch. She pulled one out. It was a white dress, satin. It had ruched sides and silver chains on the straps. I blushed and lowered my head.
"Don't you like it?"
"I've never worn it."
"Why not? It's beautiful."
"I've never had an occasion too."
"What did you buy it for?"
"My dad got it me." I said softly. She nodded at that. She knew how I felt about him.
"Would you wear it now?"
I thought for a moment before nodding slowly.
"You don't have to baby, we can find soemthing else, I'm sure."
"No. No I'll try it on, if we like it then we'll wear it- okay?"
"Okay baby. Do you want me to help you?" She asked gently. I nodded and she took the dress off the hanger. She rolled it up and put it over my head before kissing me gently. I giggled and she helped me slide my arms in the straps, they were cold on my shoulders. I stood up and she pulled the dress down. It sat on my thighs and hugged my waist. It was beautiful, I'd admit that. She turned me around and zipped it up. I looked at myself in the mirror as she zipped it. I was blown away. I'd never seen a dress so beautiful on me. Lia looked up at my reflection and I watched her reaction. Her eyes practically throbbed hearts. A wide smile spread on her face and I couldn't help but smile myself.
"You're breathtaking," she whispered and kissed my shoulder. "I don't think you should ever take it off." Her hands explored my body, holding my waist and moving down my thighs and I giggled before turning around in her arms.
"I'll wear it for dinner. Can you do my hair?" She nodded then took my mouth in a passionate kiss. She was so horny. I giggled and kissed her back for a second. She tried pushing me down on the bed but I put a firm hand on her chest. "Hair."
She pouted a little so I raised my eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and stood away from me.
"Yes Ma'am." I giggled again and went to sit at my vanity.
°˖✧✿✧˖° lia °˖✧✿✧˖°
I'd never, in my life, seen anyone look as beautiful as my girlfriend did in that dress. Not only did it scream sex on a stick but it also screamed Kennedy in every way. She was so pure and the colour represented that but she was dainty and precious too and oh my- I wanted to take her on the bed but she didn't. I knew we couldn't- we had a dinner to get too. She watched me in the mirror as I dried and curled her hair and I smiled at her when we met gaze. She would blush and move her eyes away from me. she was doing her makeup whilst I did her hair and honestly, I'd never seen her in such a beautiful light. It was like
"What are you thinking about, hunny?" I asked her, turning off her curlers.
"You." She muttered, so matter of factly. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and winked at her but she giggled and shook her head. "I was-" she muttered then shook her head, cutting herself off. "Are you ready to go? I need to grab a clutc-" she stood up and began looking through her wardrobe but I frowned. Something was on her mind and I did not want that to ruin dinner. I was extremely excited for it and I didn't want other problems weighing on her mind when I ask her what I wanted to.
"Darling," I whispered and walked over to her. I put my hands on her waist and turned her around so she was facing me. She avoided eyecontact so I put my fingers under her chin, lifting her head. She whimpered, trying to keep her head strong and I knew that this was something to do with her little side. I took her hands and sat her on the edge of the bed before crouching down in front of her. She huffed a little and shook her head at me.
"Talk to me, please Ken," I said, resting my hands on her knees.
"It doesn't matter," she whispered, shaking her head over and over.
"You're head will fall off if you keep doing that, monkey," I smirked. She huffed but glared at me, stopping the shaking. "Please tell me what's on your mind, even if you think it doesn't matter. I can see it's impacting my big girl and I don't like that very much."
She stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating it.
"I allowed some milk?" she whispered, so quiet I almost didn't hear her, if it wasn't for her little hands reaching for my chest- I wouldn't know what she said.
"My milk?" I asked gently, keeping my voice neutral. I knew if I fed her now that we'd be late for dinner but I also didn't want to neglect her wants. She let out a little noise of agreement so I nodded, smiling at her. I stood up and began unbuttoning my shirt. I didn't have a breastfeeding bra on so I slid that off too. I went to sit on her rocking chair and her eyes never left me. She was practically licking her lips as she walked over. I giggled as I laid her across my arms, making sure her back and neck were pillowed by her stuffies. She was sucking my breast before I could get her comfortable and I knew that this was what she really needed. I grabbed a blanket and covered her head, that's what she preffered, so I couldn't see her.
"No napping," I smirked at her, around the blanket. She smiled at me and nodded, telling me okay. I put the blanket back up and grabbed my phone. I had one hand tapping her bottom in a nice rhythm and I texted my driver, asking him to ring the restaurant and hold our reservation.