Panty Fetish Gone Wild 5

The storm had ended on a Tuesday. That left the beginning of the week for us to shovel and plow our way to freedom. For anyone living in warmer climates, snow is just something they have in the mountains for skiing. It weighs us down and tests our will for those of us living in harsher winter climates; how long can you shovel until you snap?

I plowed Maria's house first. Her kids were home from school, and they built a snowman in the front yard. Her brother Brock was over to lend a hand as well. It was a big task because their house was on a corner lot with many frontages to the street. A city ordinance clearly stated that the property owner was responsible for all snow removal within 24-hours of the end of a storm, or else it was a $50 fine. We had to clear out her entire driveway, the sidewalk in front of her house, and the walkways all around the house. The plow didn't fit in some areas, so I had to take care of those by hand shovel. It was heavy wet snow that weighs a shovel down and doesn't clear off quickly. It was almost more work to get the snow off the shovel than it was to pick up the snow itself.

As I worked with Brock, we had a little chat.

"So, how are things going at school, Jackson?" he asked.

"Just fine, I guess. I have this one professor who is a real asshole. He never shows up to classes and has a research assistant doing all his classroom work for him. It makes me wonder what the hell I'm paying for," I said.

"Yeah, my wife's sister complains about the same thing too. It seems to be a common problem these days. She's at City University."

That caught my attention. "Oh yeah? That's where I go."

"Yeah, I know. Katherine told me that. She asked me if I'd introduce you two. She isn't seeing anyone, and Katherine thought that you two might hit it off."

I pondered an introduction to a real girl. Damn, that seemed scary. But Aunt Katherine had told me before that I needed to get out and circulate more. I had avoided doing that, but she had stayed on my back about it. She even hinted that she could do something to help. This must be what she had in mind.

"Well, I guess I don't have any problems meeting a pretty girl," boy, was that a fucking lie.

"Great, then I'll give you her phone number. I already spoke to her, so you won't totally surprise her by calling tonight. She is pretty, too"

Maria came out to the front door as we finished the last of the shoveling.

"Do you two want something to warm up?" she called to us.

"No," Brock called back. "None for me. I have to get going." Then she turned to me and handed me a piece of paper with a name and number on it. "Here you go, Jackson. Give her a call tonight and see what happens."

Brock left, and I went inside to take Maria up on her offer.

"Would you like some hot cocoa?"

"Yes, please," I answered.

I took the cocoa and some cookies, and I sat down at the kitchen table. Maria looked out the window to check on her children, making a snowman looking like he needed a chiropractor. It tilted to the left.

"I have something for you here," she said. She took out a standard-sized package from a drawer in the kitchen and handed it to me. I put in my pocket with the ease of a mobster receiving protection payments from the local merchants.

"Thank you," I said. "Maria, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Well, when Katherine first told you about me, you know, when she first told you about my fetish…did you think that I was weird or something?"

She paused for a moment and contemplated an honest answer.

"I thought that you were kinky."

"Kinky?" I asked.

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