Davy casually knocked on the door to let his girlfriend know that he was there and waited a few moments before he let himself in with his key. He walked in everything seemed quiet except for the rush of water he heard coming from the bathroom. He thought that he should wait for her in her bedroom until she was done.
He walked quickly through the house that was similarly modeled to his own next door. He found her room in the disarray that it usually was in because she rarely cleaned up after herself during the week due to her hectic work and school schedule. He laughed it off because she would always say that she was going to start doing it during the week and never did. That was part of her he loved about her.
Instead of sitting on the bed like he usually did he decide to look around the room, it not like she would get mad; they had been seeing each for a while. The first place he started looking was her lingerie drawer. He found the typical things he would expect to find in a girl's dresser, but he decided to pick up one of the bras. A beige one to be exact. He lifted it up to eye level and wondered why a girl would want to restrict herself in one of these. He never understood it growing up either even though he had three sisters. He quickly got an idea. In order to understand why girls wear these things, why doesn't he try this on himself?
At first he was confused at how to put this on. A part of him wanted to put it away, part of him wanted to ask her, and part of him wanted to get one of the guys. Of course the last two were out of the question Cassie would find wither way and he certainly didn't want that. It only took him a few minutes to realize what he should do. He didn't realize at that moment the water had stopped running in the adjacent bathroom and began walking around with a bra over his shirt.
A few moments later fully dressed, Cassie opened the door connecting the bathroom and her room to find Davy strutting around her bedroom wearing one of her bras. She didn't know whether to be too shocked for words or laugh.
But all too soon she found out herself. "Davy! What are you doing wearing one of my bras?!" she asked in horror.
"Cassie, I, uh, I'm doing nothing," he stammered.
She lifted one of her eyebrows and said, "Doesn't look like you not doing anything. Why?"
"Well I just wanted to know why you wore these things, but I think it would have been better if I wore one that was the right size," he said embarrassed.
"Well, that's true," she tried to say as serious as she could but she ended up doubling over from laughter. Between fits of laughter she managed to say, "I can't wait to tell the guys about this."
And once she told them, they never let him forget it.
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