Melissa's underwear.

(chapter originally by Zendle at writing.com)

"Turn around." Melissa said after a few minutes of thinking.

"What?"

"Turn around." She said again, more forcefully this time. "I don't want you watching me undress."

Tom did as he was told at least for a few seconds, despite himself he took a glance behind his shoulder and saw Melissa unhooking her bra from under the shirt, her arms had lifted the shirt up and Tom got a decent view of her cute backside, nestled snugly in a pair of lacy panties. After dropping the strapless top to the floor, Tom **** himself to look away again. As much as his male mind wanted to see the contents of those panties, his stupid conscience told him it would ruin their friendship.

A few more seconds passed and Tom heard Melissa's shaky voice. "You can turn around now."

Tom did so and his hear did a double beat.On the floor were Melissa's bra and panties and standing there next to him was Melissa herself. Face red, looking down sheepishly at the ground, her hands desperately trying to keep the hem of the T-shirt down in front of her soon to be not so private areas.

"Don't look." She whispered. "Please. Just put the underwear on the thing before I change my mind."

To, speechless scooped the underwear up. Wrapping the bra around the statues chest was easy enough but there was a problem with the panties.

"How do I get these on her?" Tom asked out loud.

"Do the feet move?" Melissa asked.

"It looks like stone but...hang on."

Tom knelt down and tried lifting one of the statues feet. It wouldn't budge.

However on the statues ankle he saw another small engraving.

One of each to dress me.

"I think we both have to do it." Tom gulped, knowing what this meant.

Melissa took a deep breath and stepped to the other side of the statue.

"Don't you dare peek." She said in a low growl. "Eye level buster."

Keeping direct eye contact the two knelt down, Melissa letting go of her shirt, if anything was exposed, Tom didn't see it as he was to afraid of what Melissa would do to him if he did.

The two grabbed the foot and lifted, it came up easily and Tom put it through the leg hole of the panties. Then lowering the foot down again

"One down."

Still staring directly at Melissa's face, Tom did the same thing on the other side, but this time there was a problem. After Tom lifted the other side of the panties up, his fingers slipped, by instinct he looked down to catch the panties and for a brief second saw it...

A trimmed, neat, well kept yet still obviously full bush of dark hair. Melissa's pussy was on full display, her hand position currently unable to keep it down. at least for that brief second.

On hand went straight to her groin, the other collided with Toms cheek in a devastating slap.

"Pervert!" She shrieked, looking away from him.

Tom finished pulling the panties on the statue and they both heard the doors click as they unlocked.

"Walk ahead!" Melissa growled. "Eyes forward, don't you dare look at me!"

Not one to argue, Tom did as he was told. The two walked through the doors and the second they did, the doors locked behind them.

But where were they?