My Summer in Pantyhose

by Jeremy Chandler

 

Chapter 3

 

My mother woke me on Sunday morning to tell me to get ready for church. She gave me some black opaques from my drawer to wear under my dress slacks. "We'll be having lunch with your grandmother today," she said as she left my room.

I put my sleeping tee under my pillow, put the hose I had been wearing in the mesh laundry bag, and slid on the black opaques. They were not as opaque as I thought they would be. There was difinitely a sheen to them and my toes were visible through the fabric. Anyone taking a close look would be able to tell these were not men's socks. I had never worn hose with a control top before but I liked the snug feeling. My pants never fit better around the waist and the sensation of the pant legs sliding over the hose was sensual. I wondered why girls didn't wear hose with pants more often. I tucked in my patterned dress shirt--I usually did not wear a tie--before heading downstairs for a bite of breakfast.

My mother was drinking some coffee at the table. Julie was of course running late.

"How did you sleep?"

"Okay I guess. Once I got to sleep."

"You'll get used it. Soon you won't even notice you're wearing them."

"If you say so."

My mother smiled. "Julie," she called. "I hope she actually got out of bed." My mother headed toward Julie's room while I ate some cereal. Soon we were all in the car, my mother and Julie in front with me in the back. As we headed toward church I realized that we were all wearing pantyhose.

When we arrived my mother and Julie headed off in different directions to talk to their friends before service. I drifted toward the sanctuary to wait for them. That's when I saw Megan. She is in my class at school and is the most gorgeous girl I know. I've had a crush on her for years. As usual she was well-dressed, wearing a knee length blue dress, open-toed heels and sheer hose. (I always notice when a girl is wearing pantyhose.) We said hello then she moved on. I'm hopeless with girls.

As I stood in the doorway waiting, I saw Julie conversing quietly with Samantha, one of her friends, whispering in her ear as they looked at me. Samantha was wide-eyed and smiling. I had no doubts about what they were discussing. I looked the other way and tried to act interested in the carvings in the woodwork.

"Hi Jamie" said Samantha. She then leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Are you wearing pantyhose today?"

"Sam, don't be mean to him," Julie exclaimed.

"I just asked him a question."

"The answer is yes," I said.

"Can I see?" asked Samantha.

Fortunately my dress shoes didn't tie. I slid my right foot out of my shoe and wiggled my toes.

"I'm wearing hose too." Samantha smiled. "Your secret is safe with me."

"That's what Julie said."

"I couldn't not tell Sam."

"I think I would have noticed eventually. Now it's all out in the open and you won't have to sneak around when I'm over at your house."

"You're not going to tell anyone else?"

"I won't," chimed Samantha. "But I can't answer for Julie."

"I'm going to have to tell my friends Jamie."

"Don't worry. A lot of girls will think it's cute," Samantha assured me.

My mother arrived and we headed into service to sit with my grandmother. Samantha and her family sat on the opposite side one pew back. When I glanced at her during service, she smiled and winked at me. Sam was a nice girl but she had never paid much attention to me. I noticed many other women and girls in skirts and hose and felt very comfortable in mine. I wondered how many girls would know by the end of summer with Julie and Samantha talking.

I was in the backseat on the way over to lunch with grandmother. "Mom, Julie told Samantha before service."

"Told her what dear?"

"That I'm wearing hose!"

"Mom, I can't not tell my friends. She was nice about it."

"She was teasing me."

"Okay you two, cut it out. Jamie, Julie's friends are going to find out whether you like or not."

Julie turned to smirk at me from the front seat.

"Does grandma know?"

"Yes, she does. She thinks it's a good idea."

"Grandma thought Jamie should wear hose all summer?"

"Yes, she did. This wasn't all my idea."

I felt crushed. Even my grandmother was in on this. It was my fault though. I slid my hand up and down my thigh so I could feel my pants sliding against the hose. They certainly did feel good.

When we arrived my grandmother was in the kitchen heating some vegetables and dishing the main course out of a crock pot. We all left our shoes at the door. Anyone seeing my toes would surely notice that my opaque hose were much sheerer than socks. I laid back on the couch and thumbed through a National Geographic until we were called to dinner. My grandmother treated me like normal. No mention was made of my hose until we were eating german chocolate cake.

"Well Jamie. Your mother tells me you're wearing nylons this summer."

I noticed Julie put her hand to her mouth and swallow hard to stifle a giggle. My mother and grandmother were smiling at me.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "I thought it was a good alternative to being grounded."

My grandmother nodded her approval.

"Jamie," my mother began, "since Julie will be working at the mall everyday and I'll be in the office, we've decided that it would be best for you to spend your days here with Grandma."

I had been looking forward to this summer all spring. I would have the house to myself almost all day. "Really," I managed to say.

"Yes, really," my mother said. "I'll bring you over everyday on my way to work then pick you up on my way home."

"Okay." I returned to eating my cake, hoping the conversation would change to something that wasn't so focused on me. Obviously my mother didn't trust me home alone anymore. I couldn't really blame her but all day with my grandmother? She doesn't even have a computer. I figured I would be done with the National Geographic collection in a week. What about when she goes out shopping or doctor's appointments?

The rest of our visit was uneventful. My grandmother gave me a hug and said she would see me in the morning as we left. I tried to act cheerful about it--I really do love my grandmother--but this seemed like overkill.

I changed to shorts, suntan hose, and a t-shirt at home. My mother and sister and I spent the day cleaning out the cupboards in the kitchen, something we do about every three months. My mother is a bit of a neat-freak.

"Looking forward to a summer with Grandma?" asked Julie.

"I guess it will be okay. Kind of boring though."

"No sleeping in or playing computer games, huh?"

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry Samantha teased you. She wasn't trying to be mean."

"As long as she doesn't make it a habit. Who else are you going to tell?"

"Crystal and Amy will need to know."

"How about you? Who are you going to tell?"

"I hadn't planned on telling anybody."

"You're going to live in a cave all summer?"

"I'll see how things go. Wearing the hose isn't bad. Actually they feel good and I forget after awhile. It's what's going to happen to my reputation that I'm worried about."

Julie snickered. "Don't sweat it. I'm sure everything will be fine. You really do have great looking legs now."

 

to be continued

  

  

  

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