Natural

 

"What...what's that?" I asked Emily as she held something behind her.

She shrugged, moved her hands in front of her. "Just a bra," she said, holding the lace trimmed bra in front of her.

"Emily..."

"It goes with those," she said, looking at the panties I was wearing, the lace trimmed panties, flat, holding me tucked.

"But..."

"I liked it...last time...seeing you in both...I just thought...why not...why just panties...they...they belong together."

"But..."

"You were so...enthusiastic...I hoped...I thought...was this why?"

"Emily..."

"Here," she said, held the bra out, "let me help you this time..."

"Emily, I...I don't...I mean..."

"I just thought...when we were alone...you could...you could wear both."

I bit my lip, hesitated. "Are...are you sure?" I asked.

She smiled, nodded. "I like thinking of you that way...soft...feminine..."

I felt dizzy. "Emily, you don't..."

"But I do," she said. "So different...every time you wear boxers, I think about you in panties. Every time you wear panties, I think about you in a bra. I know, I know, it's weird, but I...it just feels so...natural."

"But don't you...I mean...I'm your boyfriend."

She giggled.

"Emily!"

"Sorry," she said, giggled again. "Here, let me help you."

I sighed, let her put the bra on me.

"Not my boyfriend," she said, "my friend, yes, my lover, yes, but not my boyfriend."

"Emily..."

"Shhhh," she said, "just like last time, except this time...just...just be my girl."