Frat Party

I walked on, to the last door. I hadn't seen Michelle in any of those rooms, and I was fantasizing about doing to her what I had just seen the Black guy do. I peered through the open door, and I saw her. Michelle, standing alone in the room, looking at me.

"What took you so long?" she said.

I stepped in and closed the door.

"I'm here now."

"Do you want me?"

"Hell yes," I said.

"How bad?"

"Real bad."

"Bad enough to shave your legs for me?"

I was shocked by this. I almost said, What? But I didn't want to ruin it. I thought of Michelle as so far above me, I couldn't believe my good luck. The rumor was she went out with a football star. But evidently he wasn't satisfying her...

"I guess so," I said ambiguously.

But that was all she needed. "Great!" She chirped. "Come on."

She grabbed my hand and I followed her into the bathroom.

"Take off your pants."

I pulled them off, already getting excited. Why not? I was thinking. I had never done anything like this before. And in the bathroom light Michelle was truly gorgeous. I looked at the curve of her small breasts under her red dress.

"Okay, since you've probably never done this, I'll help you." She said, then she smiled at the bulge in my underpants. "I can see you're already having a good time."

She ran the hot water, and took some shaving cream, and started shaving my legs for me. Forget about help, I just sat back and watched. At first I was a little embarrassed at the dark hairs she washed off the razor swimming around the drain. I saw what looked like a bunch of her cut hair in the sink, and I was about to ask her if she'd just cut her hair, but decided not to ruin the mood. Once I got over the embarrassment I got more and more excited. It was actually intensely erotic... Her soapy hands, rubbing up and down my calves, then my thighs... The feel of the razor as it scraped across my skin... I had a raging hard on now and she smiled and giggled at it.