"What are you doing back so early?" you yelp, yanking your hand out of your panties."So, enjoying yourself without me then? And what are these?”"I'm...sorry, I just couldn’t wait, I was horny and the new knickers you bought me turned me on. I even kept my thong on, just how you like it,” you blush, pulling aside the wet crotch of the silky shorts and showing me the even wetter strip of your white silk thong. You are secretly annoyed and frustrated that you didn't quite get there.“Anyway, I can. " Oh, Je m'appelle Emily," you replied. “My name, I mean, it’s Emily.”I have to admit that I have never heard a lovelier sound than your voice, with its exotic accent, saying your most wonderful name. It is a name made for passion, a name that should surely never be spoken save in endearment between lovers. After doing our best to talk, we got up from our seats to look out the train window.“Emily,” I said. “Is beautiful name, non?”I had not many other words of English!We watched the sunset,. . she was getting closer and closer to Brad ... so Mandy did the honors ... she ambushed him one night at Herman's, a popular bar among the senior students and had him in the sack by midnight.She said he was a pretty good cocksman, though fairly unimaginative ... and a little silly for complaining about wearing the condom she gave him.But she said he was all ears when she mentioned 'off-hand' how it was "too bad my friend Mary wasn't here to play with us, she would really enjoy this!". AND he. " I smiled again and told him to follow me. I could feel his eyes on me as we headed up the stairs to the second floor. Was he merely following and I only hoped he was checking me out or were his eyes on my rear? There was no way to know without turning to face him, so I kept walking (adding a little extra hip wiggle to my steps, just in case).He opened the door for me, "After you, my dear." As I brushed past him I got the faint whiff of aftershave and soap, but also an indefinable scent.