Return them

You set Bea’s crotchless panties gently down on the couch and whip out your phone. You bring up Bea’s number and start furiously typing.

YOU: Hey Bea

YOU: It’s John

YOU: I think you just left some something at my place

With that out of the way, you sit down on the far end of the couch and try to start working, sipping your drink and shooting looks at the lingerie sitting with you. Part of you is surprised that a girl like Bea, who seemed quite shy and demure, could possibly have a piece of clothing so lewd. Your phone dings.

BEA: Hey!

BEA: Thanks again

BEA: Just send a picture of what it is and I’ll pick it up later

You look at your phone, then to the alluring lingerie, and then back to your phone. You set your laptop aside and take a good angle shot of Bea’s crotchless panties, take a long sip of your drink, and then hit send. Your phone dings again.

BEA: I’m odhfhkdlfj

“Huh.” You say. You refill your drink, tequila on the rocks, and go back to trying to work, but you can’t help but steal glances at your uninvited guest. Then you hear someone bang on your door, loud enough to startle you. You look at the door. You’re pretty sure you can guess who it is rapping at your door. They bang on it again, even longer than before. You rise to your feet and look through the peephole. You see Bea jittering back and forth in front of your door.

“Hi.” You say, opening the door for her.

“Hey.” Bea replies, her face beet red and her breath coming fast. She must have ran.

“They’re on the couch.” You say, letting her in.

“Ok.” Bea answers, moving quickly to grab her errant panties off the couch. She side eyes you as she shoves them deep in her basket.

“Thanks. Bye now.” She adds as she walks back out the door.

“Bye.” You reply, and close the door behind her. Then you hear a sound outside your door. Looking through the peephole, you see Bea stomping the floor in apparent frustration and then walk down the stairs carrying her laundry with her. You can’t help but chuckle.