I moved into Aunt G's apartment in early June and soon got settled into a routine. During the weekdays I worked at "Bella Chica", a trendy junior's clothing store at the Galleria Mall. On most Saturdays, Gen Gen (as I came to call her lovingly) would take me on excursions around the T.I.T. campus neighborhood. Together, we would browse around the shops and eat lunch at cozy cafés close to the university. I felt like I was really becoming familiar with the campus. It was incredible! On Sunday afternoons, Gen and I would lounge around the big pool that her apartment complex maintained, laying out in our bikinis for hours, just talking and tanning.
Often, during those times out by the pool, I found myself glancing over at Gen Gen's cute butt and admiring her tight body. She was so sexy looking! Given her callipygian curves, I couldn't figure out for the life of me why she didn't have a steady boyfriend yet, or a whole group of suitors for that matter. Indeed, she hardly ever went out on a date with a guy during our first month together. Occasionally, after dinner on the weekdays, she would go out to a local club, called Sappho, with two of her close lady friends, Tiffany and Becca. But it seemed to me that that was about the extent of her social life. 'Oh well', I found myself thinking, 'Gen's got a busy life between work and hosting me. She's probably just putting her love life on hold for a while so that we can spend more time together.'
As the summer wore on, though, I started noticing something else curious about my Aunt Gen. Every week or so, she would bring home a package from the post office. She was always beaming and grinning widely on the days when they came. I noted, with interest, that the parcels always had the same return address: They were from someone called "You Know Who" in a town called Promiscuity, Oklahoma. (A colorful name to say the least! But then again, I had heard that there was a town in Pennsylvania called Climax!) I never asked Gen what was in her packages because I respected her privacy. Gen never once brought them up in conversation with me, and she was usually pretty open with me about everything. So I figured that whatever was in them must be something pretty personal. 'Perhaps', I thought to myself the day the third package arrived in late June, 'She does have a guy friend out of state and he's sending her tokens of his love and devotion.' I smiled wistfully at the romantic notion of Gen's "secret admirer" and their interstate correspondence.
All of my well-reasoned theories about the contents of my aunt's mystery packages were thrown out the window, though, one fateful Friday evening in early July. It was the evening before Independence Day. Gen had told me earlier in the week that she was going to be going out to the club with her girlfriend, Becca, and that they planned to be out late. Knowing that Gen would be gone that night and not wanting to spend a boring night watching TV by myself, I had arranged to have a "night out" as well. I had met a friendly girl named Jasmine at "Bella Chica" and my co-worker had kindly invited me to see a play called "Summer Surprise" at the T.I.T. auditorium with her. The show wouldn't be getting over until late and Jasmine's house was real close to the campus. So my friend had suggested that - if I wanted to - we could go back to her house and I could bunk out there for the night. I agreed excitedly, and - after telling Gen all about my plans for Friday night - began to get ready for my big night out.
Some of the best laid plans in life sometimes never materialize, though, and events take an unexpected twist. Such was the case on this momentous Friday night. I came home after work to find a note on the kitchen table from Aunt Gen. 'HAVE A GREAT TIME AT THE THEATRE TONIGHT, LOVE!!!' the message read, 'I'LL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING! TOMORROW WE'LL HAVE A FABULOUS FOURTH!' I smiled and, sliding out of my skirt and top from work, started to head toward the bathroom to shower and doll myself up for my 'date' with my friend. As I headed toward the bathroom, suddenly the phone rang. It was Jasmine. She was calling with bad news. One of her younger brothers had broken his leg and had been taken to the hospital. So she wouldn't be able to go to the theatre as we had planned. As Jasmine talked and apologized, my heart sank. I was sad for her brother and bummed out that I wouldn't be able to go out with my friend. But we agreed that we would try to reschedule our theatrical excursion for another time and then I hung up.
Now that my 'big night out' had become a 'lonely night in' again, I looked toward the bathroom door. I decided to forgo my shower since I wouldn't be going out after all. I supposed that I would just "veg out" on the couch and watch a video or something to pass the time until my aunt got back later. I looked over at my rumpled blouse and skirt lying in a heap on the floor. I didn't want to put them on again, and I didn't really want to wear the nice outfit that I had picked out just for my night on the town. This put me in a dilemma, though, as most of my other outfits were dirty and crumpled up in the laundry bin. Then I remembered how Aunt Gen had always been saying that, if I was ever in a pinch, I could feel free to wear any of her things that might fit me. So I headed toward her bedroom to see what I could find.
And boy did I ever make a find! Several of them as a matter of fact! Lying on the floor on the far side on Gen's four poster bed, was a new package that had apparently just arrived earlier that day. It had been opened and had been slid partially - but not completely - underneath the big bed. Glancing down at it, as I headed toward Gen's closet to look for clothes, I could see that it - just like all of the other packages - had an Oklahoma return address. I hesitated for a minute, tempted to peer inside of it and see what might be contained within. What had he sent her this time? Was there a love letter from 'him'? Surely. But what else? A delicate gold necklace, perhaps? A sweet, satiny chemise for her to model for him? Or maybe a plane ticket to fly to California for a secret weekend rendezvous? My mind raced with curiosity, pondering the possibilities.
Fighting off my temptations, though, I moved resolutely toward Gen Gen's closet and opened it up. Hanging to the left of a large selection of negligees and pretty peignoirs (Wow! She had a lot of lingerie!), there were several outfits that I remembered having seen Gen wear to work. But they all looked far too nice for my laid back night at home. I needed something simpler. Glancing down, I noticed there was a long dresser stretching across the bottom of the walk-in closet. I opened up the middle drawer of it, expecting to find some casual tops or shorts. Instead, though, I seemed to have accidentally found Gen's underwear drawer! 'Oops!', I thought, closing up the drawer rather quickly, 'I'll just try the next one down.' But when I glanced inside of the next drawer, I saw that it - like the previous one - contained nothing but bras, panties, and other unmentionables! Indeed, every single one of the nine drawers of the dresser were full of... well... drawers! Lacy drawers! And, though, there were pretty undies of all colors and hues inside of them, there seemed to be one dominant tone amongst the enormous collection of bikinis, briefs, and tiny thongs: black.
After opening up the final drawer on the bottom right, I stopped for a moment, amazed by what I had just seen. I knew that my mother at home had a lingerie chest in which she kept all of her silky sweet nothings, accumulated over the years. But Gen's dresser far exceeded mom's in size and in the sheer number of items inside - and she was still quite a bit younger than my mother! The vast volume of breathtaking bikinis, beautiful brassieres and naughty nylons that I had seen inside this hidden inner chamber staggered me! One drawer that I had opened seemed to have contained nothing but an array of tempting teddies. Yet another was filled to the brim with soft, sumptuous, slips and eye-catching camisoles. Where had she gotten all of these luscious lacy items? And why did she have so many of them? Did Aunt Gen have a wicked, wanton secret sex life of some sort that I knew nothing about?
I stared into the last drawer. Lying near the top of another endless compilation of appealing panties was an adorable little one that really caught my attention. It was a darling black string bikini with the word 'HOT' written on the front in red flaming letters and the word 'BUNS' emblazoned on the back side. There was red lace all up and down the edges of the impish undies. I picked up the pair to look at them closer, and when I did - I noticed that there seemed to be something other than underwear below them. Rummaging around further in the drawer, I discovered that - tucked away underneath a layer of bawdy bikinis (many, like the first, labeled with brazen messages like: "WILD WENCH", "FOXY FILLIE", and "CONTENTS MAY BECOME WET WHEN TOUCHED") - was a collection of VCR tapes. I reached down beneath the lace and pulled out one of the videos. It wasn't a commercial tape, but seemed to be a home recording of some sort. On the side there was a plain label that read simply: "Holly and Kelli Go Shopping".
Intrigued, I pulled out several other tapes. There were close to a dozen of them altogether. Each one of them looked similar to the first one and the majority of them were fairly nondescript. Every one of them - interestingly though - seemed to mention the name Holly somewhere in the title. There was 'Holly and Kelli meet Katie', 'Holly Checks Out Tara' (this one had an illustration of a supermarket cash register on the front), 'Holly's Pool Party', and finally one with the provocative title of 'Holly On Hump Day'. The pool party tape had a glossy photograph on its front that showed five voluptuous women in swimsuits laying by a jacuzzi. Two of the bathing beauties were tall blondes, two were curly brunettes, and one was an Asian girl with long flowing black hair. I found myself wondering if one of the lovely looking ladies on the cover of this tape was the "Holly" that appeared in all of the video titles. I also wondered how Gen Gen knew this Holly. She had never mentioned her in any conversation that I could remember. As I pondered these questions, my hand unexpectedly brushed against something that didn't feel like either like a tape or a pair of panties.
