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Chapter 5

The package leered at me from the kitchen, peering around the corner while I tried to avoid it in the living room. I had even moved my chair so my back was to it. I tried to focus on my book, but all I could think about was the package and what was inside.

And why Kate had bought it.

"Hey, Kate?" I called to her the morning after we had sex with me in lingerie. "Where's all my underwear?"

My drawer now contained a neat, underwear-shaped hole where my boxers normally were. My socks remained, as did my undershirts. It was like someone had simply gotten rid of them all without telling me.

"I got rid of them all," she said from the bathroom, her mouth open while she applied her mascara.

"Without telling me?" I spluttered.

"Oh, uh, yeah," she said, pausing long enough to glance at me in the mirror. "Sorry about that."

"Why did you throw them away?"

"I guess I jumped the gun a little," she shrugged, returning her focus to her eye make-up. "Your new underwear won't be here until Friday."

"My new underwear?" I inquired, brow furrowing while my manhood stirred in my — apparently only remaining — boxers. "You ordered me new underwear?"

"Here's the thing, Reed," she said, setting down her make-up and turning around on her stool to look at me. "That sex we had? That was the best it's ever been for us. And maybe for me."

"It was great for me too, honey, but —"

"And I can't go back to the way things were, okay? So I started thinking about it and I realized how horny it made to see you all dressed up. And I thought that maybe I want you like that all the time."

"Like, every time we have sex?" I ventured, feeling myself stiffening.

"And when we're not," she said shyly, her eye flicking away from mine for a moment.

I stared at her with my mouth open, waiting for the power of speech to return.

"So, uh, I bought you some panties and I was hoping you'd them wear for me all the time under your clothes evenatwhenyou'reatwork," she said rapidly, the words combining into a single stream.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and a hopeful half-smile, half-grimace.

"So… you… threw away… all my underwear?" I said slowly, trying to connect the dots.

"Well, I was kind of horny when I was shopping for your panties," she said, her voice rising at the end, her grimace widening. "I was thinking about how hot it would be for you to have them on everywhere, dressed up for me in something pretty like that… It would be something sexy that just the two of us knew about."

I had to admit, the idea turned me on too. I was definitely tenting my pajama pants now.

"Does that mean you're into the idea?" she asked, pointing at my crotch.

"I guess so," I hesitated. "But, Kate. What the hell am I supposed to wear to work today?"

"Well, we both know this wouldn't be the first time…" eyes shifting towards her dirty panties in the hamper.

I spent every day of the next week wearing Kate's panties under my clothes. She seemed to be giving me her girliest ones, including some that I'd bought for her long ago but never seen her wear. Looking at her collection of lingerie, it was becoming clear that I had much more feminine tastes than she did.

At least, that's what I thought until the package arrived.

It was addressed to "Rose Hancock" — my last name, of course, but she hadn't called me "Rose" since that night. That meant there could only be one thing in here. My stomach flipped over and I could feel my palms start to sweat.

It was an awfully big box for panties. I didn't have a lot of experience with lingerie, but I knew it shouldn't be that heavy, either. What else could be in there? Maybe it was more than one thing. Clothes didn't weigh that much, so for the box to be that heavy — there must be a ton in there.

What had Kate done?