Back to Amy's

Ella had to remember to get dressed before she got the Hawthorne's mail and put them inside. When she got back inside, she was greeted to the sound of the phone ringing.

"Hello?" Ella said picking up the phone.

"Good afternoon stranger!" said a familiar voice, "Weather report is saying tomorrow will be another hot one, wanna come over for a swim?" Amy asked politely.

"I can't," Ella said nervously as she squeezed her legs together feeling very aware of her lack of underwear right now.

"Why not?" Amy said sounding very disappointed, "Did your parents give you a ton of chores?"

"No..." Ella said feeling a warmth between her legs again, "my swimsuit, remember? I don't know where it went."

"Oh!" Amy said happily, "I forgot to tell you, my mom found it. It was in my brother's room."

"Ew..." Ella said grimacing.

"No, he didn't do anything with it," Amy laughed, "I think he was just hoping to get something out of you for it later."

Well at least she had her swimsuit back, now she could wear it next time she tended the gardens, and yet this thought made her a little disappointed. Ella shook her head. Ella and Amy continued to talk for a while before Ella heard a car pull into the drive.

"My parents are home, I got to go. I will be over first thing tomorrow!" and with that, they said goodbye and hung up. Ella's parents asked how things went with the garden and the neighbor's house. "No problems," Ella said happily, trying to sound normal.

The next day Ella woke up early. It wasn't even 9 am yet and it already felt boiling in her house. Ella changed out of her nightdress and pulled on a clean shirt and a skirt. Ella hadn't worn a bra since the last time she went to Amy's, it was just too comfortable. Ella had also taken to not wearing panties around her house, or just outside if she felt she could get away with it, but she still wore them when she was around other people or going outside too far.

Ella looked into her dresser at her panties and thought hard about if she actually needed them today. A naughty voice was telling her no but 18 years of habit and social pressure was telling her yes.