Chapter - 06 - Telephone Confessions
I spent the rest of that day helping Mom in the kitchen. She was preparing a new recipe for beef and barley soup in her slow-cooker. I cut and browned the chunks of beef while she chopped onions, carrots, and celery. I also measured the required amounts of beef broth, water, crushed tomatoes, and spices.
I have to admit, it was a fun morning, Mom and I joked around and laughed a lot. I came to realize how much I enjoyed her company and made a mental note to look for other opportunities to help her out in the kitchen and spend more quality time with her.
Dinner was a resounding success, the entire family raved about the soup--which was served with garlic bread. Mom and I shared a private personal moment across the table from one another--a tacit smile of acknowledgment for our combined culinary efforts that morning in the kitchen.
After dinner, the entire family settled in to watch television in the living room that evening. At the whiney insistence of my younger sisters, we watched the "Wicked" movie for the fourth time. I actually didn't mind all that much, the production was very well done, and I liked the music.
Once the girls were finally put to bed, Mom, Dad, and I busied ourselves with our nightly foray into Netflix, to continue watching "Outlander", a program we all enjoyed.
As it grew later, I kept looking at my watch to check the time. I became increasingly anxious about making sure I would be able to be available for Linda's phone call--if indeed, she would still want to, and be able to call.
At nine o'clock, I made a point of yawning as if tired and excused myself, retiring for the night to my second-floor sanctuary. Wanting to feel clean and fresh for my possible telephone "date" with Linda, I quickly showered and even washed my hair.
Thinking of Linda's lovely legs while soaping myself in the shower, I couldn't keep myself from getting a rather urgent erection. Hoping there might be an opportunity to relieve the growing ache in my balls later--while I was on the telephone with Linda--I staved off my urge to masturbate. I had never done anything even remotely like phone sex before, but I was most certainly open to the possibility--even hoping it would happen.
With that in mind, I set a romantic mood in my bedroom--leaving only a small ambient light in the corner of the room for a more intimate atmosphere. I dressed for bed in what had lately become my preferred bedtime wear--the sensually comfortable nylon panties I had stolen from Deanna Roth. I enjoyed wearing them to bed so much, I was increasingly concerned about possibly wearing them out. I made another mental note to let Deanna know I was still available to babysit if she ever needed me.
I checked on Linda's panties as well, bringing them with me as I settled onto my bed. Even though I took special precautions to keep them secreted inside an airtight plastic sandwich baggie, I could only detect a very faint scent, and sadly, wished I had been able to purloin a newer pair with a fresher scent before she did her final load of washing and packed up her clothing.
I read from my Kindle while I waited--a decent psychological thriller by Freida McFadden about a housemaid. I became so engrossed in the suspenseful story that, when my phone buzzed beside me on the bed, the sound startled me and I jumped--it was 10:05.
"Hey," said Linda when I answered, her voice soft and sensual, "Is this a good time to call?"
"It's a perfect time," I responded, smiling broadly as I tossed my Kindle aside. When I asked how the rest of her day had gone, she related how she had met the truck at her storage unit and the unloading had gone every bit as quickly and efficiently as the loading.
"Ricky and I are finally settled here at my mom's place," she said. "She seems happy to have us here. I think she's been kind of lonely living by herself since Dad passed away. Everyone's asleep here now, and I'm dressed for bed as well, all curled up nice and comfy in my bed."
"Nice and comfy in your bed?" I mused thoughtfully with a smile, "I'm trying to visualize you dressed 'nice and comfy' for bed and wondering if you prefer lingerie or pajamas?" I continued to smile, remembering how well-stocked her closet and lingerie drawers had been with slinky nighttime lingerie--mostly knee-length nighties or the shorter babydoll variety.
Linda laughed softly, "Well, I suppose it depends on who I'm with, and where I am," she said. "At home, I'm a nightie kind of girl... I'm afraid I'm a bit of a lingerie junkie--I have quite a few nighties, in a variety of different colors and styles. But, here in my mom's house--I tend to dress a little more conservatively. Like tonight, I'm wearing a T-shirt and panties to bed. Oh... and never pajamas."
I laughed, "Damn... I was kind of hoping you might be wearing some sort of skimpy lingerie to really fire my imagination and get me all excited."
"Does that mean you'd like to see me in skimpy lingerie?" she responded with a little chuckle.
"Oh, absolutely," I said, "I think you'd look SO sexy."
"Well... " she chuckled again, "I contend I still look pretty sexy in my T-shirt and panties."
"Oh... and you can trust me on this," I said with a broad grin, "You could wear a floor-length burlap flour sack, without makeup and your hair up in curlers--and STILL be the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
Linda laughed aloud, "Ooh... bless your heart for thinking of me that way. You have always said the nicest things to me," she replied.
As she spoke, I could tell from her voice that she was pleased by my compliment and smiling broadly.
"With those lovely compliments, I'd almost begin to think you might be trying to sweet-talk me out of my panties."
"Ooh, you without panties... I REALLY like the sound of that," I beamed. "Tell me about the panties you're wearing. What are they like?"
"Well," she began, "Let's see... there's not a lot to say about them. They're a little on the plain side, just black nylon bikinis."
I smiled, knowing exactly the kind of panties she was describing. I was holding the same style and color in my hand.
"Speaking of which," she continued, "You've never mentioned what it is that you wear to bed. I assume you're dressed for bed right now?"
For a moment I thought I would lie to her about what I was wearing. I still felt a pang of anxiety about anyone knowing about what I liked to think of as my 'little panty fetish'. I've never had someone I could confide in with such intimacies about myself--but then, this was Linda. If there was anyone in the world I should be able to confide in, it would be her.
"Yes, I am dressed for bed," I responded, my heart beginning to race. "But I'm a little embarrassed about telling you what I like to wear to bed. You're liable to think I've gone way beyond a little bit of kinkiness."
Linda laughed, "If you tell me you're wearing some kind of cute little SpongeBob jammies with feet in them, I'll probably think you're completely demented."
I laughed as well, "God, no, nothing THAT perverse."
"Although," she mused, "I think you'd probably look awfully cute wearing little-boy jammies with feet in them."
I couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Yeah? Well don't hold your breath," I said. "I can't even imagine anything more embarrassing."
"So... quit stalling," she said. "Tell me what you wear to bed, the curiosity is killing me."
I sighed and took a deep breath, "Okay... but don't say I didn't warn you. My favorite thing to sleep in--and what I'm wearing right now--is a pair of Deanna Roth's nylon panties."
I heard Linda take a sharp intake of breath and knew my words had taken her completely by surprise. I cringed--hoping I had not just crossed the line of indecency with her.
