"I've never seen you so excited looking," Helen said.

She took my hand in her's. Just before the taxi pulled up in front of the tennis courts, she turned to me. "Here's something for good luck," and her arms were about me, her lips next to mine. We kissed warmly, and her hands ran up and down my back. It was delicious to be wearing the soft, silky feminine lingerie while her body was next to mine. The taxi came to a halt, and Helen drew back. She looked at me with an amused expression for a moment, and giggled. Then she straightened her hair, and said, "Let's go." We won both of our matches in the tournament that day. I was very concerned about what would happen when Helen missed her chemise back at the apartment. But nothing was said, although as I look back both women did seem somewhat amused about something.

When I went to get dressed, my first act was to leave the chem- ise in a corner, so it would look as if it had been misplaced. But after I had taken my shower, and began to dress again, I took one more look at the dainty lace-edged pretty. I just couldn't bear to part with the darling underthing, so I put it on again under my regular clothes.

I washed and ironed my lovely pink undie in secret, and from that day on I wore the silk chemise whenever I had a date with Hel- Maybe it was my imagination, but she always seemed more tender with me when I had her prettiness next to my skin.

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The night after we won the finals of that tournament, Helen and I had dinner at her aunt's apartment in order to celebrate. After the meal was over, the aunt said, "I've got a little surprise for you both. It's a prize for winning the tournament."

The gift was in a small box. Helen and I opened it. A lovely perfume became evident as we undid the inside wrapping.

"Oh, how lovely!" said Helen.

It was indeed gorgeous. The gift was a satiny pink brassiere with built-in padding. Inwardly I could hardly control my desire to put it on. But I couldn't admit that to the two women.

"I'm sure Helen will enjoy it a great deal, "I said.

Helen and her aunt shrieked with laughter. "Helen will enjoy it," they mocked.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

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