Before I could even think about it completely, they had already decided that today should be the big day.
"Men love lace lingerie, black is the best color to show that you are taking the situation seriously." – Amelia said excitedly.
"Red is also good, but some end up getting the wrong idea when you use red the first time." – commented Julia.
Until now, all my underwear was white, remnants of my period living with my family. My mother was very conservative and any underwear in another color meant I wanted to show someone.
I once bought a blue set and she made me exchange it for a white one.
"When you're ready you can try the bow sets, they're easier to take off as they don't have a clip, they're just tied around the back, neck and hips." – suggested Carmela.
The eyes left me and went to her the moment she finished speaking.
Mischievous smiles took over the entire kitchen and it was her turn to blush.
"My husband can't open the clip most of the time, it's just for convenience." – she replied, trying to explain herself.
A spontaneous laugh burst from Julia.
"I understand the bra, but doesn't he know how to pull the panties down?" – she asked, laughing.
Then laughter exploded from everyone else.
Carmela didn't know where to hide, I was feeling better about not being the butt of the joke, but I still felt a little guilty that Carmela ended up suffering while counseling me.
"It's half an hour before the first customer for dinner, Reina has to run to do the shopping and you have to find things to do." – said Roberta, ending the conversation.
I took a deep breath, not wanting to deny all the effort in advising me, and followed Amélia to the office to collect my payment for the week.
The lingerie store wasn't far from the restaurant, so I got there in a few minutes.
Finding something in my size wasn't very difficult, despite my apparent overweight, some noble women in the city or some adventurous women ended up needing larger lingerie due to their large sizes.
I soon found black lingerie with lace details. It was part of the medium-cost ones, a fully income one could cost up to ten coins while one without cost just one. The pair I chose cost three coins, almost half my weekly pay.
Still undecided whether I would have the courage to use it today, I headed home.
I kept the package from the store hidden at the bottom of my drawer and went to wait for Ocien to get home from work. The minutes passed and my anxiety seemed to increase to astronomical levels, so I decided to prepare dinner early.
While I was finishing filling the vegetable pie, the door finally opened and Ocien entered the house.
"Did you arrive early today?" – he asked in surprise.
I nodded without speaking, as my mind was racing too fast for words to come out.
He was still the skinny guy I met again after so many years, even though he had put on some mass since starting the new diet and work.
Nothing special about his appearance justified the attraction I felt at that moment, the only most obvious explanation was love or passion most likely.
"Did something wrong happen?" – he asked, half anxious, half worried.
I then noticed that I hadn't moved after answering his first question.
"Nothing wrong." – I replied, blushing because I remembered the conversations in the restaurant.
Ocien let out a sigh of relief at my answer, he didn't seem to notice my embarrassment. I silently thanked him for being a little slow in reading my expressions.
"Dinner is almost ready, why don't you turn on the heater so we can take a shower after eating?" – I suggested, seeing him getting ready to sit down.
Initiative wasn't one of his strong suits either.
"No problem." – he agreed without thinking twice.
I finished the pie and put it to bake. The fire was good, in just a few minutes she would be ready.
"Ready, turn on the heater, I'm going to get some water." – ads him carrying our collection bucket from the well.
He finished filling the warmer and a minute later the pie was ready.
We set the table and sat down to eat.
"How was work?" – I asked between bites.
Ocien looked at me thoughtfully, as if deciding what to say.
"I spent most of the day sweeping the floor, nothing major." – he finally said.
Clearly something happened, but he didn't want to tell me and it made me anxious. Maybe the day at work was bad and he doesn't want to worry me.
We finished eating without much conversation, today seemed to hide more than we wanted to reveal.
I left him washing the dishes and went to take a shower.
I turned on the bathtub tap and tested the water temperature. It was a little colder than I liked, but I know he doesn't like very hot baths, so I was getting used to it.
I hung the dress on the hook and unfastened the bra clasp. As I did this I thought of Ocien doing the same and I felt my face get hot.
Taking off my panties, I placed them and the bra on the bench next to the door.
Immersing my body in the water I felt my body relax, but my mind was still full of contradictions.
At the same time as I wanted the relationship to be complete, I didn't know if I had the courage to do so. The fear of him not liking me because of my body is very great.
Even though he sees me in a towel almost every day, the towel is big enough to basically hide my entire body, what he sees is only my shoulders and legs almost from the knee.
I ran the soap over my body to make sure nothing was left without being cleaned, when I ran my hands over my breasts I felt something different than ever before.
The confusion in my mind only increased when it was time to wash my intimate area.
I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Ocien was sitting at the dining table with a thoughtful look and didn't notice my passage to the bedroom.
I bit my lower lip thinking about what was clouding his mind so much, as a last effort I made a point of slamming the bedroom door to wake him up.
"It was an accident." – I shouted, trying to justify the hit without him thinking I was mad.
I waited a few moments until I heard the bathroom door closing.
I sighed with relief.
I went to the drawer to find my clothes, and as soon as I pulled out the drawer the sound of the wrapping made me pause for a moment.
The mental dilemma that arose from then on is not possible to explain in words, I battled with my own conscience until I picked up the package.