Kami Goes to School

The sound of the alarm from Kami’s phone rang at 5:45, as usual. Quickly, as was her habit, she silenced the noise so as to not wake Jasmine. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at the woman she had married. A wave of sadness washed over her as Kami thought about the life they had built together. It was all about to change.

For the better, Kami hoped. The previous night, on going to bed, both women had been horny as hell, but decided collectively to not make love. It wouldn’t be right. After all, they were both in love with John. He was who they should be making love to. Perhaps one day their relationship would grow to the point where he would be okay with Kami and Jasmine sharing some sort of intimacy, but even if it didn’t, the sacrifice was worth it.

Their commitment to save themselves for John didn’t solve their pent up sexual hunger, no matter how resolved they were that it was the right thing to do. Luckily, Kami still had the picture that Alex had texted her. The picture that had changed Kami’s life. The picture that features Jasmine, looking as beautiful as ever, eating dinner with Kami’s one true love.

It has been a bit awkward, but it worked. The two of them, laying naked side-by-side in the bed, while Kami held her phone up with one hand, the picture zoomed in on John. It didn’t even take that long. Normally, when Kami would make love with Jasmine, it was at least twenty minutes before she could expect a small orgasm.

Six minutes each. Simultaneous orgasms, something that had never occurred in their marriage. Kami took it as a sign. And not small, either. These were huge, window-shattering geological events. Not women screamed his name in tandem. To Kami’s ears, the sound of his name being screamed was like a symphony. She couldn’t wait to hear it again.

Before sleep they changed their sheets, so soiled were they by the women’s arousal. While they did this final chore before slumber was when Kami had received her instructions for the morning.

Swinging her legs out of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Jasmine, Kami stepped into the shoes. Jasmine had informed Kami that her ambition had been her downfall. She needed to start with a lower heel, then work her way up. It made sense. So Kami committed to starting off small.

On a normal day, Kami would be putting on her sneakers and heading out for a run in the cool morning air. That morning, however, she was training for a different type of marathon. Two inch heels, straight from Jasmine’s collection. The two shared a shoe size, but their styles had always been so different that they had never taken advantage of the similarity before.

Heel to toe, heel to toe, Kami stepped her way out of the room, being careful not to stumble, while at the same time to keep her body upright, not leaning forward like she had been the day before. Chin up, chest out, Jasmine had instructed, and shoes all day.

Kami had asked when she could go back to the ultra high heeled shoes, the real sexy ones that she was sure John would like. Her wife told her that if she did really well by noon, they could try some different sizes, but she didn’t want Kami to twist an ankle. That would definitely hamper their plans.

Half of a grapefruit and a bowl of oatmeal later, and Kami was ready for her next lesson. Jasmine had loaded up the dining room table with supplies and an iPad. Sitting down, conscious of crossing her legs at ankle off to one side, just as she had been instructed, she awoke the iPad and opened the YouTube playlist that Jasmine had set up for her.

Makeup.

Kami had a lot to learn.

Luckily, she was both motivated and well equipped. Jasmine had loaded up the table with piles of different types of makeup. Lip things, eye things, cheek things. Kami had no grid for what she was seeing. The first video she watched was the first of a number of “introduction to makeup videos”. While she picked up a lot of information, Kami felt they spent too much time justifying the use of make-up. She didn’t need to be convinced, she was already sold on the idea. It was a tool to win her a man!

After watching a few, she paused the playlist and looked down at the table. Suddenly the piles made sense. Foundation, eye liner, mascara, lip gloss, lipstick, she knew what she was looking at.

It was time for a break, so Kami put the kettle on, and washed her breakfast dishes. For a brief moment, Kami wondered if John wanted something of a traditional woman, someone who fulfilled gender stereotypes, like a 1950s housewife. He had already shown that he enjoyed a more traditional expression of femininity. Jasmine was just that: legs, breasts, long hair, luscious lips. Without medical intervention, Kami would never fully compete with Jasmine, but perhaps if she carved out her own niche of femininity it would be enough.

Impulsively, Kami slipped on the apron that was hanging next to the stove, then poured the water into the teapot, then put the drying dishes from the dishwasher away in the cupboards. Already she was moving better in the heels. She hoped that she would impress Jasmine enough to let her be a bit bolder.

Tea in hand, she returned to the table. Her wife would be up soon, and she wanted to impress her. The next round of videos we’re about lips. Grabbing the mirror that Jasmine had left her, sliding it in front of her, Kami attempted to copy the techniques the girl was demonstrating. It was more difficult than it looked! Cleaning her lips with a few wipes, Kami backed up the video and tried again. Four times through, and Kami looked at her lips, painted for the first time since her mother had **** lipstick onto her in grade ten. She smiled, she made a kissy face. They were just about perfect.

Taking a sip from her teacup, Kami smiled again, noticing the lipstick left on the rim of the porcelain. He Aunt Cilla had left marks on cups like that when Kami was growing up, and she had been the vision of feminine beauty, the first woman that Kami had had feelings for, before she understood her sexual orientation. She was on the right track.

By the time Jasmine was up and out of bed, Kami had gotten quite good at lips, leaning how apply the lipstick, to trace her lips, to use different shades to make them look fuller, and how to layer. She was just about to move onto eyelashes when her wife walked in.

“Good morning,” she yawned, “your lips look amazing.”

Kami beamed, “Do you think he’ll like them?”

“I know he will,” Jasmine said, “and how are the heels?”

“You were absolutely right,” Kami said, standing up and demonstrating her walk, “smaller heels made all the difference,” then she did a little twirl, “I think I could try something higher.”

“One step at a time,” Jasmine laughed, “you won’t be landing any man if you’re in a cast. You finish your lessons and then we can talk shoes. I like the apron, by the way.”

Kami had forgotten that she had put it on, but didn’t mind. “I put it on when I was cleaning up a bit. Didn’t want to get my clothes dirty. You think he might like this kind of thing? You know, like the apron and the dress, and taking care of the house…”

Jasmine laughed again. “Honestly, I don’t know. You focus on the stuff we talked about. It’s probably too soon to worry about being Molly Homemaker.”

So Kami focussed. Jasmine was infinitely more wise in the ways of John, having had one date as already secured another. But the seed had planted itself in Kami. It would be a way she could stand out. Even if Kami found a way into John‘s heart, she would still be measured up against with a superior competitor. No, Kami liked to win. And to win, she would need to have an edge. Maybe this would do it.

Putting the thoughts aside, she refocused on her makeup lessons. She had a lot to learn.