trimming up a little better. I know it's winter and all, but—"
Beth's hands flew to her crotch, blocking Carla's view. "You're supposed to be turned around!"
Carla frowned. "How can I tell you how good it looks on you if I don't see it?"
"But— but—"
"Grab your razor and trim it up. You want to impress Colin, right?"
"Oh my god," Beth groaned.
"Might be quicker to shave the whole thing," Carla said. "That's all you though."
"Carla, stop it!"
The Latina shrugged. "You're call, girl. I'm out of here though."
"Jesus!" Beth yelped as Carla walked passed her and reached for the door. She grabbed her pants and pulled them up in front of her as the door opened. Carla flashed her a smile and then pulled the door shut. Beth was left standing with her heart pounding and her pants in her hands.
She stood, overwhelmed with fear that the door would open as soon as she put her pants down. If somebody saw her, especially if she had hair sticking out the side of her borrowed underwear, she'd never live it down. Instead her hesitation earned her the satisfaction of hearing the door to their dorm suite shut. She was alone.
Beth waited several more seconds until she let out a big sigh and tossed her pants on the bed. She was tempted to join them, but stopped and walked over to her roommate's full size mirror. She picked her t-shirt up and lifted it so she could see the shimmering black underwear on her. It was indecent, just like she thought. Tufts of curly dark brown hair poked out the sides and top, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
"Shower time, I guess," she mumbled to herself. But then what? Colin was out and if she was taking a shower it seemed a waste to stay in on a Friday night. She should be exhausted, but she wasn't. All afternoon she'd felt more and more awake. It was cloudy out too, sparing her from a miserable headache on her way back from class.
She grabbed her bag off her desk and rummaged through it to find her phone. She opened up the messages and typed out a message to Carla, "Plans changed, where r u guys?"
She hesitated before hitting send. She tilted her head and turned slowly, until she was staring at herself in the mirror. She was turned so she could see her naked leg all the way up to her hip and the bottom of her t-shirt. It hung low enough to hide the waistband of her underwear. The angle kept the thong hidden too, making her look like she wasn't wearing anything but her t-shirt and socks. She lifted her right leg, sliding her foot up her other leg and giggling at her crazy behavior. When she couldn't lift it any further she put her phone down on her desk and moved her hand to help her balance while she extended the bent leg at the knee and reached down with her right hand to help guide her leg up until it was nearly straight up and down. It was a dancer's pose, one she'd seen when she was a little kid taking ballet lessons.
She'd seen it more recently though. Last week, in fact. A shiny brass pole had been pressed against the dancer's skin. Beth turned, pivoting on the ball of her left foot, and watched in the mirror as the curve of her hips and butt revealed the inch wide strip of fabric. With her leg stretched it pressed against her, tickling her sensitive skin and causing her breath to catch in her throat.
Beth lowered her leg slowly and clenched her cheeks together, dimpling them. Her muscles showed in the mirror, rewarding her for all the work in the gym she'd done. The clenching muscles pushed the thong against her too, itching a little and stimulating her in ways she wasn't used to. She bit her lip and looked down at the unsent message on her phone.
"Maybe," she breathed before clearing the screen and locking the phone out. She needed that shower first. After that she'd see how she felt. She was thirsty again and she knew water or soda wouldn't help her. Neither would a beer or fruity cocktail at a club that she'd have to sneak. What she wanted only one place had, and only one person knew
Beth's hands flew to her crotch, blocking Carla's view. "You're supposed to be turned around!"
Carla frowned. "How can I tell you how good it looks on you if I don't see it?"
"But— but—"
"Grab your razor and trim it up. You want to impress Colin, right?"
"Oh my god," Beth groaned.
"Might be quicker to shave the whole thing," Carla said. "That's all you though."
"Carla, stop it!"
The Latina shrugged. "You're call, girl. I'm out of here though."
"Jesus!" Beth yelped as Carla walked passed her and reached for the door. She grabbed her pants and pulled them up in front of her as the door opened. Carla flashed her a smile and then pulled the door shut. Beth was left standing with her heart pounding and her pants in her hands.
She stood, overwhelmed with fear that the door would open as soon as she put her pants down. If somebody saw her, especially if she had hair sticking out the side of her borrowed underwear, she'd never live it down. Instead her hesitation earned her the satisfaction of hearing the door to their dorm suite shut. She was alone.
Beth waited several more seconds until she let out a big sigh and tossed her pants on the bed. She was tempted to join them, but stopped and walked over to her roommate's full size mirror. She picked her t-shirt up and lifted it so she could see the shimmering black underwear on her. It was indecent, just like she thought. Tufts of curly dark brown hair poked out the sides and top, bringing a flush to her cheeks.
"Shower time, I guess," she mumbled to herself. But then what? Colin was out and if she was taking a shower it seemed a waste to stay in on a Friday night. She should be exhausted, but she wasn't. All afternoon she'd felt more and more awake. It was cloudy out too, sparing her from a miserable headache on her way back from class.
She grabbed her bag off her desk and rummaged through it to find her phone. She opened up the messages and typed out a message to Carla, "Plans changed, where r u guys?"
She hesitated before hitting send. She tilted her head and turned slowly, until she was staring at herself in the mirror. She was turned so she could see her naked leg all the way up to her hip and the bottom of her t-shirt. It hung low enough to hide the waistband of her underwear. The angle kept the thong hidden too, making her look like she wasn't wearing anything but her t-shirt and socks. She lifted her right leg, sliding her foot up her other leg and giggling at her crazy behavior. When she couldn't lift it any further she put her phone down on her desk and moved her hand to help her balance while she extended the bent leg at the knee and reached down with her right hand to help guide her leg up until it was nearly straight up and down. It was a dancer's pose, one she'd seen when she was a little kid taking ballet lessons.
She'd seen it more recently though. Last week, in fact. A shiny brass pole had been pressed against the dancer's skin. Beth turned, pivoting on the ball of her left foot, and watched in the mirror as the curve of her hips and butt revealed the inch wide strip of fabric. With her leg stretched it pressed against her, tickling her sensitive skin and causing her breath to catch in her throat.
Beth lowered her leg slowly and clenched her cheeks together, dimpling them. Her muscles showed in the mirror, rewarding her for all the work in the gym she'd done. The clenching muscles pushed the thong against her too, itching a little and stimulating her in ways she wasn't used to. She bit her lip and looked down at the unsent message on her phone.
"Maybe," she breathed before clearing the screen and locking the phone out. She needed that shower first. After that she'd see how she felt. She was thirsty again and she knew water or soda wouldn't help her. Neither would a beer or fruity cocktail at a club that she'd have to sneak. What she wanted only one place had, and only one person knew
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