It was a sunny day, just perfect for a garage sale.
Jasmine wandered from table to table looking at knick-knacks, old appliances, and second-hand clothes. It was this last group that most had her attention. She liked clothes that suited her figure, and she always had an eye out for a good bargain. What she did not expect herself to be considering was underwear.
Underwear, however, was exactly what she found herself looking at. They had been placed in a clear plastic box, probably one that had originaly contained handkerchiefs, and she could clearly see the garment within. They were a rich dark purple, and they seemed to sparkle in the box. They had an unused look about them, and what she could see of them seemed rather pretty.
Jasmine was not sure how long she stared at the purple panties in the box, but she became increasingly convinced that she had to have them. Then she snapped to a decision, ignored all the other items for sale, and, walking carefully to avoid any toys on a rescue mission, went immediately to pay for them.
The lady holding the sale was a mousy brunette in her mid-twenties with a bit of a dumpy, post-baby figure. Jasmine figured that she did not get out much - she seemed the indoors type to her. She smiled pleasantly as Jasmine approached, although her expression slipped ever-so-slightly when she saw what the girl held in her hand.
"Hallo," she exclaimed softly. "I was wondering who would buy those." She looked up from the box to Jasmine's face. "Let me guess, you just had to have them."
Jasmine smiled impishly, her blue eyes almost twinkling. "When I saw them I just could not resist."
The lady nodded sadly. "They have that effect on people. I guess you could say they are the reason I have to hold this garage sale," she mentioned, waving her hand at the tables. "I needed room to set up a nursery in a hurry."
Jasmine sniggered mentally. She figured the panties must have contributed to a succesful one-night stand. She knew the woman lived alone, but she was not aware of a baby.
The woman looked the teenager up and down, a worried expression on her face.
"You seem a bit young for these panties."
Jasmine took offense, but remained reasonably polite.
"I AM sixteen," she told the lady firmly. "I can wear what I choose."
"Perhaps," the woman sighed, "but these are special. It is like they want to be worn, and the longer you wear them, well .... let's just say if you must wear them then do so only briefly. Otherwise things may get out of hand."
Jasmine began to worry that the woman was crazy.
"Look, I just want the panties. How much do you want for them?"
Shaking her head, the woman named a small sum, which Jasmine quickly paid. As she turned to leave the woman called out to her.
"What did you intend to do with your life? Do you have a career in mind for after school?"
Jasmine turned back, confused by her nosiness.
"I don't know. I am a great cheerleader, I figure maybe I can do that professionally until I am ready to settle down and have a family."
"Perhaps you should look for something more stable, and sooner. I am a professional writer, which fortunately allows me to stay home and look after the little one. You may want to look at something less demanding. Motherhood may come to you sooner than you think, especially if you use those panties."
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Jasmine dismissively and turned away. This woman had been cooped up in her house too long - it was obviously getting to her.
As she walked away Jasmine looked down at the box in her hand. Should she go home and try them on, she wondered. If she did then she might be late for meeting her friends at the mall.
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