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Jen Grayson glanced outside her office window. She wished she could be at the beach, dipping her toes in cool, blue water. But someone had to be here to wait for the air conditioning repairperson, and the afternoon job applicant.

Unfortunately, she was that person.

The phone rang. She picked it up on the third chirp while a bead of perspiration trickled down her back.

“My goodness, are you still there? It's hot as blazes, girl, go home!”

Jen smiled when she heard her sister-in-law's voice. “Shyra, I told Derek I'd stay. It's fine, really.”

There was a pause. Then Shyra asked, “Okay then, so it's the perfect day to do what we spoke about a little while ago.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

Shyra laughed. “Oh, come on now. It's summer, it's almost a hundred degrees outside, and we have ninety percent humidity. I hope you chose today to go commando.”

“Shyra, I'm at work, this is no place to talk about—” Her eyes grew wide. She gripped the telephone receiver, her knuckles whitening. “Shyra! Is my brother there?”

She could hear the smile in her sister-in-law's voice.

“No, silly. He stepped outside for a minute to make a call. They're so backed up here today in the doctor's office, there's no telling when they're going to take us.”

Jen breathed a sigh of relief, but her curiosity piqued.

“And, where may I ask, are you sitting? Everyone can hear you, I'm sure.”

Jen clenched her thighs, hoping to quell the throbbing sensation in her little bud.

She also wondered when she got so kinky. Suddenly the idea of anyone listening or knowing about her secret wish to ‘go commando,' made her entire body throb with lust.

“This is crazy, Shyra. We shouldn't be talking about this.”

Shyra chuckled. “Just my luck, I'm sitting in the back of a very large waiting room where everyone else seems to have front row seats. And no one can hear me because I'm talking low. And second, it's the perfect time to discuss this.”

“I'm not going to do it, Shyra. No way. It's totally ridiculous and I'm not that kind of person, I mean, I could never—”

“Come on, Jen, you've put this off long enough. No more excuses. You know if you shed your underpants, you discard many inhibitions with them. It's symbolic as well as liberating.”

Jen flushed to the roots of her hair. Shyra's outrageousness always did that to her.

She wiggled her bottom in the chair. There was a part of her, deep down, that wanted to do exactly as Shyra suggested.

“Honey,” Shyra softened her tone. “Nothing changes if nothing changes. You've got to loosen up a bit. Tossing your panties is the only way to do it.”

“That's easy for you to say. My brother was smitten with you the day you walked into Gray's Bounty Hunters.”

Shyra chuckled again. “Smitten maybe. Ready to act on it, no. But the day I went commando changed everything for us both. It can for you, too.”

Jen knew it was much more than Shyra's big, voluptuous body that hooked Derek. Shyra adored Derek and his two little boys from his first marriage. Now, even with their own child on the way, Shyra's feelings for the two little guys hadn't diminished. Shyra fit into their family like a silken glove, becoming a part of them all, and very dear to Jen.

For once, she had a woman on her side, and someone she could confide in.

Except now was certainly was not the time to be having this conversation, especially when the new job applicant was due any minute.

“Do any of those men you date know what you're really like?” Shyra continued. “Like how sweet you are? How kind? And how utterly devoted you are to teaching autistic kids when you're not there working for me and your brother?”

“I um… don't know,” was all she could manage. Why couldn't she think the way Shyra did?

“Sometimes, all you focus on is your disability.”

Jen gripped the phone tighter, tears springing to her eyes. She'd battled her inability to focus and concentrate all her life.

“You can't always be so hard on yourself, honey, you've got to let go and just be yourself.”

Oh, but what is my real self?

Shyra's voice turned matter-of-fact. “And I'll bet you haven't got a clue what you like to do in bed. And if you don't, no man ever will, either.”

That stung. When faced with her woeful lack of knowledge when it came to making love, Jen knew Shyra was right. She couldn't hide from that truth, like she couldn't hide from her disability.

“Going commando will bring out the inner vixen in you.”

Jen rolled her eyes. “Like I'm a vixen.”

“Honey, you never know what you could be capable of unless you make a change.” Shyra paused. “Look, is there anyone there right now?”

“Here? In the office?”

“Yes, the office, silly.”

“No. I mean, no one is here.”

“Then do it.”

“Do what?”

“Take ‘em off. Get those panties off right now, girl.”

“You're crazy.”

“Maybe. But I do know that when you remove those undies, you'll feel a whole hell of a lot different about yourself.”

“I'll feel like a slut.”

“Nonsense. What you'll feel is… oh look, just do it. Right now. While I'm on the phone, that way you won't chicken out.”

“Shyra, this is ridiculous.”

But Jen was dying to do it. It was as though a naughty little imp attached itself to her shoulder and made her bold.

Nothing changes if nothing changes.

“Do it now, before someone catches you.”

“Shyra!”

“Go on.”

Jen blew out a breath. She glanced at the door quickly, hoping no one passing by would see…

A strange feeling of curiosity consumed her.

What if someone did see? How would she feel? Embarrassed? Excited?

Ashamed?

“You still there?” Shyra asked.

“Y-yes.” Jen's answer came out in a breathy whisper. “Hold on.” She put the phone down on her desk.

Quick as lightning, she reached beneath her dress and whisked off her panties.

She picked up the phone and spoke into it. “I-I did it.”

“What? I can't hear you.”

“I took off my panties, Shyra.” She whispered.

“You go, girl!”

Jen bit down on her lower lip. She lifted one naked butt cheek, and then the other, realizing that without her panties on, it was much cooler.

“I must be a complete idiot to be doing this.”

“Nope, you're on your way to changing your life.”

“Right.”

Jen rose from the chair. Cool air swirled under her dress, tickling her pussy.

Pussy?

She never, ever thought of her body in those terms.

Until now.

She shook her head to clear it of her crazy thoughts.

“Now, move around. Get used to the feeling of wearing no panties. I'm telling you, you're going to love it.”

Jen walked around, phone in one hand, her bare bottom brushing against her dress as she made her way towards Shyra's vacant office.

“Do everything you'd normally do.”

Jen thought she'd never feel normal again. Then again, when did she ever feel that way?

Her thoughts became jumbled up inside her head, just like they always did.

I need to leave myself one of my reminder notes. ‘Don't wear underwear ever again.'

A giggle escaped from her throat.

“Well, well, is that my Jen who's giggling like that?”

Jen stopped, the phone pressed to her ear.

When was the last time she laughed aloud?

“You're liking this a whole hell of a lot more than you care to admit, aren't you?” Shyra asked.

“Well, maybe just a little.”

“Fib to me, Jen, but whatever you do, don't lie to yourself. Isn't it cooler?”

“Yes.” Jen whispered.

“Feel freer?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. You're on your way. We're going to make a new and improved Jen out of you.”

Jen sighed. “Sure.”

“Remember: Think positive.”

“Right.”

“Look, you have a great figure, and brains, too, but if you don't know what you want, then no man ever will, either. They aren't mind readers. Going commando makes you aware of your body, and with that awareness, comes the desire to touch and explore.”

Oh boy.

Just the thought of touching herself between her legs caused Jen to become hotter, than she already was.

“And don't be ashamed if you do. Just go with it. When you feel the need to touch, just do it.”

The idea was tempting. Jen almost slid her hand under her skirt.

Her fingers tingled.

“I've got to go now, Shyra.”

“Okay. Call me or Derek when that applicant gets there, that bounty hunter, Mister Gordon.”

That Mister Gordon. Shyra always makes him sound like he's ancient.

“Shyra, are you sure he's still coming at three p.m.? He never responded to any of the messages I left him.”

“We have to assume he will, particularly if he didn't call you back. Maybe he couldn't switch his appointment time.”

“I guess not.”

“Just call us when he arrives, okay? Shyra paused. “You know we'd be there ourselves but like I said, we're running late here at the doctor's office.”

“I'll call you the minute Mister Gordon arrives.” Jen smiled. “And good luck with the sonogram. Does the doctor still think its twins?”

“Well, Derek and I will find out for sure today. As soon as we're done, we'll be there for Mister Gordon's interview.” She paused. “Derek's back and—oh! I have to go. They're going to take us now.”

“Okay, love you, ‘bye for now.”

“Love you, too.”

Jen ended the call.

She marched into Shyra's office, determined to get busy and tackle the mound of files sitting on the desk. A faint buzzing noise drifted by her ears. Lost in thought, she ignored it, believing it was the hum of the overhead fan.

Then she felt the breeze again, but it was more intense this time. It swirled under her dress, its fingers caressing her bare bottom. She shuddered, closing her eyes and allowing the feeling to linger for a second.

She sat down on Shyra's leather chair, intent on organizing the filing chaos, but the heat surrounded her, making it hard to work. Jen winced when her right thigh stuck to the leather. She raised it, the skin on her leg pulling against the chair. When her knee connected with the desk, she cried out painfully, dropping the files she held in her hands.

“Damn it, anyway!”

This going commando isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

She pushed back the chair and dropped to her knees, trying to gather the miscreant folders. Papers scattered everywhere, the fan blowing them across the carpet. She crawled on her hands and knees, chasing after the documents.

“Shit and double shit.” She captured a bunch of papers in her hand. “I should be sitting in a nice, cool, restaurant sipping a tall, cold drink, not waiting for some idiot who doesn't even know how to return a phone call.” She grumbled aloud.

A male voice caressed her ears. “I agree.”

She froze, afraid to move, the deep tone making her blood heat. Jen swore she could feel her heart beating straight through her chest.

When her courage returned, she looked over shoulder and saw a gorgeous man standing in the doorway to Shyra's office.