More Stories to Make You Blush (14 page)

He spent that evening and those that followed wondering whether to call Sandy. But each time he went to dial her number, he could not help seeing her face and comparing it with the face of his mythical woman. Then he would change his mind. It was not until the following Saturday, when he found the other silk stocking in the dryer, that he started asking himself if this could really be an accident.

Who could be playing this little game with him? But he banished such a ridiculous thought from his mind. This sort of thing did not happen to him. And it could not be anyone he knew; the only girl he was close to was Jane. And she wasn't really a girl anyway—at least not in the sense of a potential lover. The day Jane would wear clothes like that was the day hell would freeze over! Maybe she was playing a joke on him? No, she wouldn't go that far! Still, he would try talking to her about it, just to see.

Matthew had a sudden inspiration. What if he went to the laundromat early? Maybe he would meet that absentminded, mysterious woman who lost a new item of clothing each week! He would put his plan into practice the next weekend.

* * *

The following Saturday as planned, Matthew went to the laundromat a full hour earlier than usual. He even had to set his alarm clock. He was an early bird, but not to that degree! The mystery was too great; he wanted to clear it up. But the only people there when he arrived were a fat bearded man with his young son, and an older woman in her late fifties or early sixties. “If that's her, I'm done for! I don't even want to think about it!” Judging from the very masculine clothes the bearded man was washing, it was clear he had nothing to do with the whole saga. Still, Matthew went around to the washers and dryers, looking for a clue. There was nothing at the moment so he went ahead with his weekly task, planning to observe the comings and goings of the other customers, and thinking about the drama of the night before.

He had called Sandy during the day, and she had seemed very happy to hear from him. They made a date to meet at her place that evening. On a sudden impulse he had brought the clothes, though not quite knowing how to ask her to put them on. He had thought about it for awhile, but felt it was a delicate request, seeing as it was just their second meeting. However, the temptation was too great. He had to try.

As he had hoped she welcomed him with open arms. She was impatient and took him straight to the bedroom. Seeing his look of indecision, she thought he did not want her. For a moment he beat around the bush, thinking of how to word his request. Finally he took the clothes out of the bag he had brought and showed them to her. She looked at them closely, then her eyes narrowed, her whole face contorted with anger.

“What are those, your ex's clothes? Are you sick or what? I thought we were getting along fine just the two of us! Get out!”

“Calm down! These aren't my ex's clothes! I'll explain later … but if you don't want to put them on, that's okay. Just forget it!”

Matthew started to be more coaxing. He assured her the clothes did not belong to another woman, he just wanted to see her wear them because they were so pretty. She came around after awhile and picked up the garments to get a closer look. She seemed to appreciate their quality and softness. After a few moments' hesitation she went into the bathroom and came out wearing them. Matthew tried to conceal his disappointment. What a disaster! The bra was too tight and made her breasts bulge out unbecomingly. The panties were too small as well, and her broad hips spilled out over the elastic. It was just the opposite of what Matthew had hoped. He was disappointed. Suddenly all he could think of was leaving, but he had to get the clothes back first.

“Thanks, Sandy. I just wanted to see if they fit you.”

“You wanted to give them to me? How sweet of you! Come here so I can thank you properly.”

He went to her, but was disturbed by the sight of this girl disfiguring the clothes that had brought him so much pleasure. He tried as nicely as possible to get her to take them off, but the effect was ruined by his look of ill humor. Seeing that he was no longer smiling, Sandy went back into the bathroom, then came out again in a dressing gown and handed him the underwear, asking him to come to bed. “What am I doing here? This girl does nothing for me!” he thought. It was like a revelation. Ashamed of what he was about to do, but resigned to his lack of desire, he said: “Listen, Sandy, I've got to go. We'll … we'll save it for next time, okay?”

“What do you mean you have to go? I was right, you're a sicko! Get out, and don't bother calling me again!”

“Well, okay, bye.”

And that is how it ended. Matthew felt terrible; he had behaved like a total jerk. What was with him these days? And anyway, how had he ended up in bed with this girl in the first place? Maybe his sexual “fast” had driven him a bit crazy. The very idea of asking Sandy to put on the underwear had been a serious mistake; she had spoiled the charm. He realized he knew nothing about women's sizes; the clothes had looked terrible on her! The mysterious stranger had to be much slimmer than Sandy, who had nonetheless seemed pretty slender to him. To his great astonishment he started examining each girl he met on the street, trying to guess if by some chance she could wear the pretty underwear.

Time passed; his wash was done and no possible suspect had come into the laundromat. He took care this time to fold his clothing before he left. Finding no items that did not belong to him, he felt a certain disappointment and resigned himself to the idea of waiting another week before finding another clue.

He spent the week calling himself an idiot with a one-track mind. But he could not shake his obsession. He feared he was sinking into despair, when he suddenly realized he was looking at Jane in the same way he was looking at other women.

They were all at the corner bar and Jane had showed up a little earlier, looking gloomy. She was standing and talking animatedly with Mark. Matthew did not listen to what they were saying. He had just realized how petite Jane was; probably petite enough to … He chuckled to himself at the idea of seeing her dressed like that.

As for Jane, she seemed to be in a foul mood. He overheard a bit of the conversation.

“You men are so blind! It's like we have to throw ourselves at your feet and yell at the top of our lungs for you to notice us! It's really discouraging. And you probably wonder what we're yelling about!”

Matthew could not help but smile. If a woman wanted to be noticed by him, she did not have to do much! Poor Jane, still having trouble with men; she never chose the right ones! They drank a few more beers and Jane stopped talking about her obvious disappointment. The next day was Friday, and a holiday. They made a date to meet at the park in the morning to kick a ball around.

Their playing went as it usually did—an indescribable combination of seriousness and wild laughter. Matthew thought, with a sort of jolt, that it was Jane who made their times together so funny. Her bad mood of the night before seemed to have disappeared. Matthew invited her to his place for lunch, and she accepted on the condition that he let her take a shower in his bachelor's lair— unkindly adding that the shower had not seen a woman's body for so long it would probably be shocked!

They ate quickly and Jane tried to find out if Matthew had “found” other clues from the mysterious stranger. He hid the stockings and the fact that he still had the adorable undergarments in his possession. What would she think of him? She obviously did not believe him, and would gleefully and openly make fun of him. He had not said anything about Sandy, no doubt feeling it was a delicate subject.

Jane helped Matthew clear the dishes away and went to shower. She had only been in the shower a couple of minutes when Matthew decided to go to the store to buy a few beers. He opened the bathroom door and asked Jane if she wanted anything. She yelled back that a cold beer would be good. He went to close the door again, but it was jammed. He bent down to pick up the obstacle blocking it, and saw a very pretty black bra made of satin and lace. He would never have believed she wore this kind of thing. Seeing it, he started getting an erection. He quickly kicked it aside in embarrassment and closed the door.

Strange thoughts assailed him during his errand. Had Jane always worn underwear like that? To play ball? Did he know her so little? Suddenly uncomfortable, he hurried to buy the beer and return home. He hoped she would be finished with her shower and dressed by the time he got back. He did not at all like the effect the black bra had on him. He had just realized that Jane was a woman. Of course, he had always known that, but he had never really seen her that way. She had always been just one of the boys for him. And all of a sudden she had shown him, without even knowing it, that she was no more a man than he was a woman. What a shock!

When he got home Jane was out of the shower and drying her hair. He was so uncomfortable that he told her he had to go out and do more errands. She did not seem to mind, and he left without asking any questions.

* * *

Matthew had decided to stop looking for the mysterious stranger. There was no point in finding out who she was anyway. No doubt it was just an accident, and he happened to be the lucky one. And if it was more than a coincidence, the woman in question should just be more direct. He was not going to play that game any more.

The next Saturday he went back to the laundromat at the same time as on any Saturday morning. He did not look in the machines to see if anyone had left a piece of underwear. He was too preoccupied by the previous day's incident, and worried about the fact that he could no longer see his friend Jane in the same light.

In fact, he was so absentminded that he did not see the new bra and panties until he got home. What a shock! He could have sworn it was the same bra that had blocked his bathroom door the day before. A pretty black bra made of satin and lace, with matching panties.

He felt his knees grow weak. He ran into the bedroom, compared the two sets of underwear, and realized they were the same size. The size that Jane must wear! This revelation made him blush. Before he could do anything about it the image of the beautiful stranger came back, but this time with Jane's features. Matthew felt ashamed at this fantasy and overwhelmed with confusion. He could not start desiring Jane, not after all this time! Not her! But the mere thought of his long-time friend wearing such sexy underwear made him go as hard as a rock.

He tried forcing himself to think about something less exciting. What was he going to do? Lose a good friend overnight, just because his stupid brain would not let go of these disturbing images? Matthew had to face it—disturbing or not, they had a powerful effect on his crotch.

He felt panicky. Out of respect for his friend he decided to tell her everything, and emphasize that it was driving him out of his mind. He seized the phone and mechanically dialled her number.

“Jane! I've got to see you right away!”

“What's wrong? You sound all upset!”

“Do you want to come here or should I come to your place?”

“I'll be waiting for you.”

Matthew ran the few blocks to Jane's in an altered state. He moved with a firm step, but had no idea how he was going to tell her what was bothering him. What would he do when he arrived at her apartment?

All he'd manage to do was make a complete fool of himself, but there was no turning back.

Why hadn't he waited for her to come out of the shower? Did he unconsciously know what was awaiting him? Hadn't he always known she was beautiful and available? Was it his unusual sexual appetite in the past weeks that had made him react in this way to an incident that was basically quite harmless? Or maybe she had planned it all …

Those were the thoughts he was mulling over when he rang her doorbell. After letting him in she asked him why he was so upset.

“Jane, I don't quite know how to tell you, but something really embarrassing is going on. It started a few weeks ago. You know, the time I found the panties in my laundry.”

“Yes, and then the bra.”

“You still don't believe me, do you?”

“Well … okay, if you insist. You look really freaked out.”

“So anyway, yesterday, when you were at my place and I asked you if you wanted something from the store, I saw your bra on the floor, and …”

“And what?”

“I never realized you wore things like that. And since then, I haven't stopped thinking about … about …”

“About what, Matthew? Is it possible you're looking at me in another way?”

“Exactly! And it bothers me! I've always loved you like a sister, but now I'm getting all sorts of crazy ideas! I don't know what to do. You're going to hate me, and I can understand why.”

“Hate you? Matthew, I could never hate you!”

With that she opened her dressing gown, revealing her throat, her small breasts enclosed in a magnificent pink bra whose color contrasted with her mat complexion. She let the dressing gown slide down her body. Her flat belly was exposed down to the fine lace trim of the tiny panties.

The scene was so close to his fantasy that Matthew forgot all reserve and lunged at her. She smelled good and was so beautiful! He was stunned, hardly daring to touch her very soft skin. Jane took him in her arms and led him to her bedroom. Looking him deep in the eyes, she slowly undressed him, patiently undoing each button of his shirt, unzipping his pants with an almost solemn look on her face. Kneeling down in front of him, she covered his belly with soft kisses, letting her tongue wander over his swollen sex. Enclosed in her hot mouth, Matthew let out a deep sigh, allowing her to continue her ardent caress for a few moments longer before drawing her towards him. He held her against his chest, his fingers tangling in her silky hair, and finally kissed her. In his kiss were all the feelings he had for her, welling up all at once and making him dizzy. His last clear thought was that it was her, Jane, who had set everything up to lure him to her. And she had succeeded.