Sometimes, one of the succubi finds herself in an odd situation. That could be any number of things, and, as Tera would tell them all, that is, very much, expected. There are some moments, especially for the more innocent of the succubi—and yes, they do exist—where they find themselves utterly confused by the ones they are with.
Kerri had been following him for quite some time. Well, some might say she was being a little bit of a stalker, but the sweet green-haired red-tail didn’t have a nasty thought in her at all. In fact, she was a bit of an airhead at times, though that was part of her charm, really. Regardless of that—and she didn’t dwell on it much, if at all—something attracted her to him, and so she had spent the last month following him around at a distance …
… to start.
She didn’t know exactly what it was about him that she liked. Maybe it was how he smiled, when he did … which wasn’t often, because he was so very shy around everyone. Or perhaps it was how he was so nice, never having a bad word to say. It could be how he spoke, but that shyness did get in the way of conversation.
Or, perhaps, it was what she saw when she snuck into his bedroom in the middle of the night and watched him sleep. She especially liked the foot of his bed; there was just enough room for her to perch there and watch him. She looked at him, under the covers, snoring, mind you, and tried to figure out what she liked about him.
This went on for a very long time.
During the day, she would follow him around at a distance, usually. Once, when she was trying to be as nonchalant as possible she bumped into him in the middle of the library. Before she could apologize to him, he had run off, around the corner and vanished. This really confused Kerri. She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t done anything wrong and yet he’d gone and rushed off like she had poked him with her pitchfork.
She went back to the Realm, back to her little apartment, and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t see anything wrong with how she looked. Her hair was in a ponytail, the skirt she was wearing wasn’t that revealing: it didn’t even show off an inch of skin between the bottom of the plaid skirt and the tops of her knee socks. And her top? Well that wasn’t anything stupid looking, either: her curves were just right in it, not too much cleavage showing or anything. If anything, some of her sisters would tell her that she was really overdressed for being one of the succubi.
A thought came to her. What if she was wearing too much? Maybe that was the problem! Maybe he ran off because he couldn’t see her well enough and mistook her for someone else! Perhaps someone had done something bad to him wearing something like she had decided to wear that day! Deciding that this had to be the problem, Kerri quickly wiggled out of her skirt and then pulled off her top. She looked at herself in the mirror again, and then slipped off her bra and panties as well.
But then she paused. She loved her knee socks, really a bunch, and she didn’t want to take them off. Not just because she liked them—which she really did—but more because she didn’t feel right being completely naked and running around like that.
Tracing a finger along the elastic top, she smiled and recalled how her sisters made fun of her not wanting to be completely naked. One of them told her that being naked has all part of being of the succubi and she needed to get over her problem about being totally nude. Still, as she thought about it, if all she was wearing was her knee socks, then she was, almost completely bare, and that was just as good as being totally undressed, really.
Well, it would have to be, because she wasn’t going to be naked for anybody. Not even him. No matter how much she liked him and all.
Looking at the clock, which she had set to his time, she realized that he was probably asleep and, without another thought, she portalled away from the Realm to his bedroom.
When she got there, she noticed that he wasn’t, in fact, in bed. Frantically, she looked around the bedroom, trying to find him, and when she couldn’t she very quietly creeped around his home looking for him. She could have just poked into his mind, but she didn’t want to—again, another one of her quirks. It would have made things a lot easier, not to mention finding out what his name was, but that didn’t seem right somehow.
Kerri was mulling this over, her tail swaying slowly as she walked along one of the hallways, when she walked headlong into him. She found her body pressed into his, face to face, or, more accurately, she looking up at him while he looked down at her … with the weirdest expression she’d ever seen on him. It almost looked like he was having some kind of problem breathing.
Worried, she blurted out: “Um … Hi. Are you okay?”
He fainted, and then she was left with him out cold on the floor, his head bouncing off it when he landed. Slapping a hand over her eyes, she groaned in despair before grabbing his feet and pulling him down the hallway into his bedroom and then, none too gently, lifting him into his bed. She considered pulling off his clothes … after all, maybe that’s why he fainted … they might be too tight on him or something … She’d had that problem a lot because of how tight some of her tops where, especially the latex ones.
Instead, she crawled into bed with him, straddling her legs over his waist, and paused. She tried to remember what Tera had told her about what to do when someone fainted. Then it came to her: she could try mouth-to-mouth resuscitation! That would wake him up!
The problem was that she wasn’t exactly sure how that worked. But she was a good kisser, and she thought it worked in the same way, more or less. So, having no other good ideas, she leaned down, put her lips to his and started to kiss him …
… at least she did until his eyes opened, he yelled, and she found herself tossed off him and over to the foot of the bed, where she looked at him in as much shock as he did with her.
“Who are you?”
She smiled and offered him her hand: “I’m Kerri. It’s nice to meet you!”
She expected that he would shake her hand, say hi, and then tell his name too. But instead he kept staring at her, mouth moving, but saying nothing. Frowning, she gently slapped his cheek with her right hand which seemed to snap him out of it.
“Why are you naked?”
Frowning, she replied: “I’m not naked.”
“Yes! You are!”
This wasn’t right, obviously, so Kerri turned herself around and then waved her right leg at him: “No, I’m not. See? Knee socks!”
Now, she expected an answer, but instead, for some reason, he fainted again, at least this time his head bounced off the pillows and not the floor. Confused, she looked at her leg and then wiggled her toes.
What was the problem? She wasn’t naked. She was wearing her knee socks. Bouncing out of the bed she walked over to a mirror that was nearby and looked at herself. Obviously the problem wasn’t her! She wasn’t naked, and, really, he must have seen girls before, so what was the problem?
Tapping a finger against her lips she mused out loud: “Mebby the problem is what my knee socks look like. But, I can make them something like latex stockings, or pantyhose or something. Maybe that would be better!”
She didn’t have time to answer herself as he moaned from behind her: “No! That’s worse!”
By the time she turned around to look at him, he had put a pillow over his head, and that confused her even more.
“Um … Why are you hiding behind that pillow?”
In a huff, Kerri answered: “No, I’m not! I’m … Look, I am not naked, okay? I am wearing knee socks, so I am not naked!”
There was an uncomfortable silence, then he asked: “What are you doing here?”
Happily, Kerri explained: “Oh, well, see, I am one of the succubi, and I think you’re kinda’ cute, and I wanted to meet you. So, here I am!”
There was another pause and then, peeking out from behind the pillow he asked: “Actually, why aren’t you naked? I mean, isn’t that what your kind does? Run around naked all the time?”
Now it was Kerri’s turn to be shocked as she asked: “You want me to take them off?”
He didn’t answer, still hiding behind the pillow. A smile started to appear on Kerri’s lips as she began to walk towards him: “You’re naughty.”
“No! I’m not! It’s …”
At this point, Kerri had crawled into bed with him again, and placed herself exactly where she had been before, straddling him, but this time that pillow was in the way.
“You are naughty. What’s wrong with me wearing my knee socks?”
He crushed the pillow to his face, which made Kerri wonder if he was going to try to eat it or something. Deciding that wouldn’t be any help at all, she took hold of the pillow and yanked it away from him, then set it down in front of her—which, for some reason, seemed to make it easier for him to talk to her. It didn’t mean, however, that he was going to get away without answering her.
“What’s wrong with my knee socks? I want to know.”
His answer surprised her: “You’re … a lot more beautiful wearing them … never expected to meet someone like you … and …”
He didn’t get anything else out because he found himself crushed between the pillow and one of the succubi who was now kissing him … deeply.
After a bit, just before he fainted from lack of oxygen, or blood, or something, to his brain, she broke the kiss and he found himself nose to nose with her, her tail moving slowly behind her.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Thank you.”
“Um … You’re welcome.”
He paused, then added in a squeak: “I’m Tom.”
She kissed him again: “Hi, Tom. How can I make you happy?”
Hesitantly, as if he was afraid to break her, he took Kerri’s hands in his own: “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Winking she replied: “Just let me wear my knee socks. I’m a little shy about being naked.”
He had the most odd expression again, she thought, before he replied: “And I’m a little shy around beautiful girls.”
She laughed: “Oh, you’re too cute for that. I mean, you must have a lot of girls.”
“Um … no. You’re the first that ever said ‘Hi.’ You’re also the first to bump into me, the first to be this close to me.”
Kerri wiggled a little closer, putting the pillow to the side as she did so: “It’s nice to be first. Would you like to help take off my knee socks?”
He gave her a sloppy smile: “I don’t think so. I think you’re perfect as you are.”
It turned out, in time, that they were, indeed, perfect for each other, and Kerri was able to prove something to her sister succubi: you don’t have to be naked to be a succubi. But you do have to know what you like and who you love …
… and how to choose your stockings well …