My Girlfriend Trying Lingerie

Lucia slammed it shut as quickly as she had opened it.

"Did not need to see or know that," she said aloud to herself. She hadn't really looked in the drawer but the first and only thing she saw was that purple veiny head.

Lucia may not have been the most experienced about sex stuff, and in no world ever would her mom have talked to her or shown her about toys. But she wasn't born yesterday either; she knew what a dildo was, and what it was for.

Hell at that slumber party with her friends, Merry had used one.

So that was enough curiosity. Lucia didn't really want or need to know what Mrs. Smith did with her free time. Mrs. Smith was a grown woman, it certainly wasn't Lucia's place to judge her.

Lucia slinked into bed and threw the covers over her. The smooth sheets felt especially nice against her naked body. She closed her eyes, and tried feverishly to erase the dildo from her mind. She took a few deep breaths, and opened her eyes. The image of the dildo was still there.

Eugh, I just have to deal with that knowledge for now. Apparently the whole "repressed memory after a traumatic experience" thing took more than 3 minutes to work.

Checking to see if Mark was already asleep, Lucia turned off the bedside lamp, and drifted off to sleep on her first night in her new temporary home.

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"Mom, I'm literally 500 feet away from you," Lucia protested the next night. "We could actually be having this conversation in person just by yelling loudly."

"I know, sweetie, but still..." Came the response through Lucia's airpods.

"Ugh Mom, I'll be fine."

"Okay, okay. Just don't blame me for caring about you."

"Alright, Mom," Lucia paused. "I love you."

"Love you too sweetie."

She hated how overbearing her parents could be sometimes. She knew they cared about her and loved her, but it was a little much sometimes. She was a peacock, they needed to let her fly.

Even just staying over in the house next door had her mom high-strung. Lucia wanted to just be a kid sometimes, experiment, have fun, get into some trouble. At least have the opportunity to make and learn from her own mistakes.

Somehow this constituted pushing the boundaries: house sitting and sleeping in the neighbor's house.

Although it was apparently a great place for exploring and getting into some trouble as she'd learned last night, Lucia thought to herself, and chuckled at the idea. That purple veiny dildo popped back in her head.

That drawer was gonna be staying shut, she knew. But it was making Lucia wonder about what else was in their bedroom. Not that she really wanted to know that much, of course. But the prospect of making some more discoveries about the Smith couple's private lives did enchant her a little bit.

It was a little bad, and Lucia knew it, but she was feeling rebellious. It was towards her mom but manifested itself in an invasion of the Smiths' privacy, which seemed unfair for them. But oh well.

She started with Smith Ken's nightstand, since she'd already seen Smith Kerry's. Pretty boring. She saw some thriller books. Ken was a detective, so liking thrillers kinda checked out.

He had a bunch of knick knacks in his drawers, but the bottom one was interesting. A handgun, which Lucia didn't dare to touch at all, and a small stash of what certainly smelled like drug.

How the Smiths got a supply of this drugs, she had no idea. It wasn't legal here. She knew that Ken had major back surgery last year; probably pain management for that. The drugs would also not be touched. She wasn't ready for getting that experimental.

Lucia had finished with Ken's nightstand, and made her way to the wardrobe.

She saw cloths and liked a few of Kerry's things, and found a hidden wad of cash in her pantyhose drawer, but was about to abandon the probe when she got to Kerry's lingerie drawer.

Some of the sets were extremely soft, silky smooth to the touch, and very sexy. Lucia lifted up a strikingly-white lacy one-piece lingerie. It was mostly see-through, except in the most important areas.

Lucia didn't have any fancy lingerie like this. Her parents certainly weren't going to be splurging on her for this kind of thing and she'd never personally seen the appeal or felt the need to get any for herself before.

But now, holding up the blazingly bright lingerie in front of her, Lucia felt a little tingle inside of herself. A bit of a warm rush rising through her body. She wanted to try it on. She and Kerry were the same size too, she'd checked.

"I shouldn't," she muttered to herself, still thinking it over.

"Oh what the hell, no one will know," she decided. "I'll just wash it after, I have to do laundry anyway before they get back."

Quickly Lucia shed her attire: an oversized t-shirt and black cotton panties. She stepped in and started to slide the piece up her legs, enjoying the sensation of the silk on her bare skin.

It fit like a dream, just snugly between her legs and the opaque bits in just the right places for maintaining the tease. Lucia admired herself in the walk-in's floor-length mirror. She looked pretty sexy, she thought to herself. The plunging v-neck was doing absolute work highlighting cleavage she had, and when she turned to the side, her mostly-uncovered ass looked phenomenal with the white fabric disappearing between her cheeks.

Lucia felt confident, a lot more than she could remember in the past. Sexy, ready to take on the world herself and try new things. Already she was discovering the benefit of experimenting. She would have to shop for something like this for herself.