‘But she won’t know, will she?’Nervously, I raised the panties to my face. I hesitated for a brief moment, and then pushed my nose into the mate...ial, inhaling slowly. They had a musky, heady scent, and I felt my excitement grow with the thought of where they had been – how they had been in contact with her warm and most intimate and private parts at the top of her long legs.Thinking of those parts, I folded the material so I could see the gusset more clearly. Here the material was crusty and. "Yes you were. You were smiling and talking and hugging the pillow like you never wanted it to go. Who was in your dream?" Yeah, Mel. Tell Carls who you were dreaming about." Sam said walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of something.Melanie shot Sam a dirty look."Sam?" Freddie said, trying to get her to leave Melanie alone."What?" Sam asked. "I want to know who my s*ster was dreaming about too." Sam said in a tone that said she already had a pretty good idea. Of course she had a good idea. “You’re going to kill me one day.”She laughed quietly. “That’s not possible.”Turning her head, she looked at me, her intense emerald eyes peeking out through mussed, rich mahogany hair. Damn she was gorgeous.Two months ago she’d started at U of T. She had a fall fashion show scheduled for late October in Italy. She was busy.I brushed her hair back. She smiled, so beautiful. “Marry me,” I asked again, now for the fifth time.“No.”“Then tell me why not. We’re happy. We love each other.”“You’re not. Between the three of them, I think they'd decided that Mel was the best ambassador to negotiate these deals. She stood there hanging on the door, exuding a kind of unconscious flirty sexuality that seems to come naturally to twenty-year-olds. She was wearing a black tank top, and a tiny pair of cut-off jeans, where the pockets hung down below the bottom of the shorts. A few years ago, it would have been obscene to see that kind of outfit on campus, but now it seemed to be a common style. "Here,.