Memories - Evan

"What...what are those?" I asked Emily, seeing the three nighties hanging up, identical but for color.

"You get to pick," she smiled at me.

"Seriously?" I asked.

She nodded. "I look pretty good in all of them, if I do say so myself, but you get to pick."

"I...I think the pink one," I said.

She smiled. "Of course. That's what I thought you'd pick. It's what I'd pick."

I stood there like I was waiting for something.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you going to try it on?"

"Try it on...no...sweetie, this isn't for me to wear for you, this is what I'm wearing when I'm at Evan's in a few weeks. Knowing him, he'll like the pink, too."

"Evan...but...but he...he'll...you'll be practically naked."

"Love, he's seen me in less," she smiled. "Wearing pretty pajamas around him isn't anything new, silly."

"These...these are sheer," I swallowed.

"They come with matching panties," she said.

"S...sheer panties?"

She shrugged. "Yea," she said.

"Do you...are you going to...I mean..."

"He's just a friend," she said, "I trust him."

"T...trust him to do what?"

"You know," she smiled. "Say, I have thirty days to return these, will you be a dove and take back the other two when I'm gone?" She took the pink one, held it up to her clothed body. "Too bad you can't see it, I really look hot in this. He's going to love it."