I had been in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning. My body was hot, and even though the windows were open, I couldn't seem to cool down. There was an insistent ache between my legs that I couldn't ignore.
Earlier this evening, my roommate Daphne, came barging into our dorm room, smiling widely. She had a date with a water polo player and wanted my help getting ready. Batting her lashes at me, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted prettily.
"C'mon, Mischa, help me! Brett's hot, and I want to drive him nuts." I shook my head, teasing her a little.
"Daphne, I'm sure whatever you wear will be fine."
"Miiiiisch," she wailed, grabbing my hand and clasping it on her chest. Daphne was fairly naΓ―ve, so I didn't think she meant anything by having my hand on her breast, but I felt myself grow warm anyway. "I need your help, especially, um, down there." She blushed as she whispered the last part.
I blinked, trying not to think of my face between her legs, my tongue and mouth moving along her lower lips. Daphne was gorgeous, and I had secretly wanted to play with her since we met. Surely she didn't mean that, right?
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I've never really shaved or trimmed my hair down there before, and I think it'll feel sexy. That's how I want to feel tonight." Daphne wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I want to surprise Brett in case things go that route. Will you do me a big favor and help me shave?"
God, Daphne was trying to kill me. She really wanted me to drown in lust. How could I shave her and do nothing? I sighed softly. We had been roommates for the last two years, and had become good friends. The rules of being a good girl friend meant one never left the other hanging, so I nodded and we got started.
We chose a slinky silver-black dress that dipped low in the front and hit Daphne on her upper thigh. I dug a pair of silver strappy heels and matching clutch purse out from my side of the closet and set them on her bed. I did her makeup and hair first, trying to build up my confidence, but it was a losing battle. Visions of my roommate half-naked danced in my head. Daphne was around my height, 5'7'' or so, and built like a lighter, sunnier version of me; slim hips, tiny waist, bigger boobs, and a great ass; I itched to touch her.
Having set up shop in our private bathroom (we were lucky that we didn't share a bathroom with anyone, not even suitemates), I took a deep breath and asked if she was ready.