For the first block or so, I was convinced that people would somehow know that I wasn’t wearing panties, but the feeling soon wore off. My walk was surprisingly uneventful actually. No gusts of wind, no perverts reaching under my skirt, nothing. I felt silly for being worried about it. As I was walking and I noticed other girls in skirts, I wondered if they were wearing panties under theirs or not. I guessed that most of them were, but you never knew for sure. I also realized that in the last few years I’d been various places with my sister, she’d pretty much always been in skirts from what I could remember, varying from business wear to casual to airy to denim, but pretty much always a skirt. Now I knew that in every one of those situations, she’d not had panties on underneath and I never knew about it at the time.
Before long, I was at the gym and into the locker room. With blinding speed, I was out of my clothes and into my yoga outfit. I was worried about chafing my sensitive areas or even ending up with a wedgie or a camel toe, but overall, the pants felt more comfortable against my pussy than I’d expected.
It’s funny that nearing the end of class, I was actually looking forward to being back in the skirt again. I’d gotten sweaty in my yoga pants of course (I always give 100% in my classes), so it was nice to be back in the airy skirt once again so my lady parts could dry out and cool off. I used the toilet before leaving and was reminded by how much easier it was when all you had to do was hold your skirt up out of the way! I’d stuck a packet of my sister’s travel wipes in my purse before leaving, and they not only came in handy, they felt really good on my hot sweaty pussy as I cleaned up.
My sister was definitely on to something here!
While walking back from the gym and keeping an eye on my phone in case I received a message from the movers, I felt a little extra sexy and flirty and smiled at a lot more people as I walked than I normally did. I saw a cute punk rock girl with a partially shaved head on one side and long green-black hair on the other. Her face was filled with piercings and she had on thick green-black eye makeup. You could tell that she was naturally very pretty and was seemingly trying to distract people away from that. For some reason, I immediately thought about her being into girls and that she very easily might want to have sex with me, which made me both blush and start to feel a little tingly down there. I flashed a very flirty grin as I passed by and she returned it with a dull blank stare before looking elsewhere.
My new goal before getting back to my sister’s was to get a pretty girl to return my smile, dammit!
I didn’t have to wait long, because on the next block, I passed a very striking woman with long auburn hair. I prepared the most adorable smile I could picture for her, which she must have seen because she blinked slowly and flashed me a pearly white grin in response which made my heart go all aflutter.
I also noticed her adjust her hair behind one ear as we passed, which I always took as a sign of a girl wanting to make a good impression, either that or she might have thought I was a little cute too.
I knew it was all for me because there was no one else closely beside or behind me at the time, so that reaction from her was all mine!
What had come over me lately? I never flirted with guys openly on the street, let alone other girls. Was I caught in the middle of a paradigm shift or what?
Before I was able to make any progress in my solo psychoanalysis, I was at my sister’s apartment.
Between 6:00AM and 10:00PM, there was always someone monitoring the front desk, almost like the building was either one big business or an odd hotel of sorts. For after hours, you either had to have a specialty keycard, or have another resident physically let you inside.
This role was far more elaborate than a simple doorman, because they also doubled as security while being able to accept deliveries to boot.
“Can I help you?” asked a man with a dark complexion seated behind the counter that I didn’t recognize.
“Hi…Joe is it?” I said reading his nametag. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Is there something I can help you with?” Joe eyed me rather suspiciously, which struck me as odd.
“Actually, yes. Right about 2:00 or so, I’m expecting a rather large delivery of boxes from Broadgate Movers. They were supposed to be delivered yesterday, but there was a hold up.”
“Really now?” Joe said as he looked over a clipboard with a few loose pages attached. “What address is this for again?”
“6a, last name Santos.”
‘S…Santos?” He looked surprised then something appeared to dawn on him. “You’re the sister! Oh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot!”
He came out from behind the counter and shook my hand enthusiastically which I thought was just as odd as how standoffish he was at the beginning.
“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. We get so many snoops that want to know more about the residents here than anything. I see the resemblance now, please forgive me for not knowing who you were. We weren’t given a picture or anything.”
Alright, this was getting a little weird now.
“Joe, it’s okay,” I said, trying to calm him down, because by the way he acted, he must have felt like I had the authority to get him fired or something over what felt to me was extremely trivial. “I’ve never met you before and you didn’t know who I was. It’s okay, really it is.”
“Oh thank you Ms. Santos, thank you. If there’s anything you need, just ask Joe!”
“You got it Joe! You can start off by calling me Addy. If my sister wants you to call her Ms. Santos, that’s up to her.”
“Oh! Addy, absolutely. Thank you.”
“More importantly, you can let me know when the movers get here because they must not have my cell number, only my sister’s. Can you ring 6a when they get here?”
“The home line then?” Joe said, looking over his options as he went back behind the counter.
“If the other option is a work number, then yes, home. Just to be safe, this here is my own number as a backup and in case I need to be contacted for something.”
I handed him one of my leftover business cards from when I thought I’d be tutoring more private classes. It didn’t have my old address on it, just my phone number and email address, which I still used.
“Yes ma’am, I mean Addy, ma’am.”
I smiled and said, “Joe, feel free to call me whatever is easier for you, I really don’t mind, I don’t.”
He sighed nervously and said, “Thank you ma’am!”
I took the elevator up to the sixth floor, all the while my thoughts were focused on the odd behavior of Joe down below.
At 2:05 the phone on the kitchen counter started to ring.
“This is Addy.”
“It’s Joe ma’am. The movers are here.”
“I’ll be right down!” I said and quickly hung up.
Knowing that I needed my phone and keycard at the bare minimum, I grabbed my purse with both of them inside and headed downstairs.
I won’t go into great detail of them moving the boxes upstairs because it was relatively uneventful. It took two guys three trips to get all of the boxes moved; the same two guys that had boxed them up the day before. One guy used a hand truck and the other used a large metal rolling dolly that reminded me of hotel luggage carts.
I had them stack the boxes in a large open area on the floor between the entertainment zone and the bedroom. They offered to deliver the wardrobe boxes into the bedroom, but I declined. I wasn’t entirely sure where I’d be able to put my clothes just yet, and they’d certainly be in the way in the bedroom until then.
Every box was in tip-top shape and accounted for, and the delivery guys were gone before the clock struck three. They certainly were efficient!
Still no word from Kelly, so I decided to text her, “All boxes arrived a-ok.”
She replied a couple of minutes later with, “Good to hear. Running later at office than expected. Send grocery list to Julie <number enclosed>.”
“Grocery list? Like what?”
“Surprise me. I want my chef to have a full pantry.”
I was about to reply again when I got another message, “This should help: Click here to install app. TTYL”
I don’t normally like to click on links that I have no idea what they are in advance. At first I thought the app was called “TTYL” until I remembered that was Kelly’s abbreviation for “Talk to you later!”
I went ahead and clicked on the link and after a few seconds of loading, it brought up a splash page of a brown paper bag with a green logo on the front that read “GROC-2-U” and below it “Click here to begin shopping!”
I clicked that and it said, “Welcome back Kelly!” At the top of the page, it read:
Personal Shopper: Julie S.
Then below that, it had a variety of categories to choose from, from the likes of fresh fruits and vegetables, to breads and cereals, to meat and dairy, and everything in between. I could search by brand name and then some. Every time I tried to click on the price of an item, it merely flashed the UNLIMITED that stayed constantly at the top of the screen.
I shrugged and did as I was instructed by selecting everything I could think of that I could make for Kelly and myself over the course of a week or two. I went a little crazy in the vegetables department by also picking items that I couldn’t recall seeing at any of my local grocery stores. Not very many corner liquor stores in my old neighborhood carried the likes of bok choy and arugula.
Before I submitted the list, I looked it over one more time and remembered that Kelly was going to be gone for a good four days or so, so I cut back on some of the items a little.
I hit submit and about five minutes later, I got a reply text from Julie stating, “I’m on it!”
Just after four, my phone rang and it was Kelly.
“I’m on my way home! Did you get that list off to Julie?”
“I think so. I picked everything that I thought I could make for you…”
“For us.” She corrected me.
“Right, for us. She sent me back a text that said ‘I’m on it!’ so I’m guessing it went through.”
“Oh good! About how long ago you say?”
I thought about it for a second and said, “It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes ago now.”
“Bye Carl. Yeah, probably Wednesday. Let’s say Thursday just to be safe.”
Knowing that she wasn’t talking to me, I patiently waited.
“Great! See ya! Oh, you too! Say hi to Greta for me! Bye!”
I heard the sound of some doors closing.
“Sorry about that. I’m out of the building now. You were saying?”
“Oh, that Julie replied back about 20 minutes ago saying that she was on it.”
“Oh good. Depending on how big the list you gave her was, that would put it right around five thirty.”
“Five thirty?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.
“When she’ll deliver the goods. I hope you didn’t hold back.”
“I ordered everything I thought we could eat in a week’s time. I even took into account you being gone for four days.”
“Well don’t hold back on account of me! In any case, you have the app now so I expect you to use it whenever you feel like you need something. Hell, one time, I ordered only a quart of milk and a package of Oreos. Don’t worry about Julie—she’s more than happy to do it!”
“So if she’s able to find everything on the list, do you think you’d be more in the mood for chicken with pasta and mushroom sauce or braised tilapia with rice?”
“Ooh, both of those sound amazing, but I was hoping I could take my wonderful sister out to dinner tonight before I have to leave town?”
“That sounds nice,” I agreed, “but I’ve really been looking forward to making my even more wonderful sister something really nice for dinner to thank her for everything she’s done for me.”
“That would be…”
“And,” I interrupted her, “I’d be able to wear whatever she wanted me to wear at home while I did it.”
“Or not wear, considering all of my clothes are still in wardrobe boxes.”
“I like the sound of this,” then I heard the sound of a car door slam and some mumbling.
“I’m in the cab now,” she said. “I think I like that last option you gave me the best.”
“You mean the ‘not wear’ part?”
“Yeah, that one. No need to open any of those boxes until tomorrow, right?”
I smiled and understood her implications. “You got it Kell!”
“Okay! Be home soon. Love you!”
“Love you!” I said in return.
…continued in part 9…