A Sleepover at a Friend’s

Disclaimer: I do not encourage or condone many of the behaviors depicted in this story. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

"Hey how about dinner at mine tomorrow?" I texted her that evening.

"Ya, that's cool. I'll be there around seven. Is that fine with you?"

"Perfectly."

There we go! It was the first time Neha was coming over though we lived just half a kilometer apart. I was excited but didn't want to go overboard and instead, chose to keep it simple. All I wanted was for her to feel at home and be comfortable. 

I wasn't an expert in culinary either and hence, decided to make chicken rice that we could have with some white wine. It wasn't all about giving her an impression as we're already well connected. It was just one of those tiny steps in the right direction.

I took a shower around dusk and got myself clad in a short sleeveless Kurti and a skirt that ended a couple of inches above my ankle, and started preparing our meal. I was sweating profusely in my kitchen despite having had a shower a few minutes ago.

The dinner was almost ready as I heard a knock on the door. I wiped my sweaty face and adjusted the tangles in my hair as I rushed to open. It was Neha, clad in a black Kurti and a pair of white leggings. Her hair was still wet and untied as she let out a warm smile. I welcomed her with a quick pat and led inside to the living area and rushed back to the kitchen as she settled on the couch and unbuckled her sandals.

"Some wine baby girl? It's too early to fill up the stomach I think." I said returning with a bottle of barefoot Moscato and glasses.

"Nice ambience." she commented looking around the darkly lit space as I filled the glasses having sat next to her. 

"So, you must be liking the place?"

"Yes, looks much spacious and good interior as well" she said as I handed her a glass of wine. 

"For our lasting companionship." she raised a toast.

"So, you are getting into a career in academics? Or research being an RA?" she asked after sipping for a while in silence.

"It was momentary. To be honest I was done with my masters and I wanted a job and I got this. I didn't even know whether I'd be capable of. But so far so good though."

"That's nice then; good going. Even I have no idea what I'd do after this. I have a year or so to figure it out. "

"No hurries. It will happen when it's meant to be. I don't say you don't plan but don't get stressed pondering over it."

"Another bit of expert advice?"

"It's more of personal experience than expertise." I quipped and went into refill both our glasses.

We spent some more time getting ourselves immersed and intermittently conversing about things that popped up randomly, till the clock ticked nine.

Neha suggested that we'd stay on the couch itself. I brought down the food and set it up on the coffee table, and filled our glasses as well one more time.

"Tastes good. And should I say thanks for having me over here?" asked Neha and I responded with a blank stare, busy tasting my own skills.

We settled back on the couch after having moved the dishes to the kitchen, with the remaining bit of wine in our glasses. 

"Want to smoke?" I asked as I pulled my legs up and sat cross legged.

"Nah, had too much of this." She pointed to her a glass she just emptied and kept aside. 

"That's right."

"You look smooth." she said staring at my feet and a couple of inches of skin that was exposed above my ankle.

"What?"

"I mean your skin's smooth. Hands as well as, even your legs." She pointed.

"Haha, maybe because I don't use much cosmetics." I said.

"No not that. You don't have any hair. Look at mine? I have a bit in both my arms. Same with legs too." she said caressing both her arms.

"Oh that. I shave at regular intervals. Did it yesterday so it's almost hairless." I chuckled and exposed a couple of more inches showing her my calf muscles.

"Oh okay. I thought that it's just natural for you."

"So, you don't?"

"Shave? Nope." She shook her head.

"Why is that?"

"Never got used to. So, I just trim them. I use a scissor wherever necessary." She said looking down.

"You should try. It feels good and cozy."

"Maybe but I've never tried. So, I have no idea."

"So why not give a try?" I asked.

She was quiet and kept looking down.

"So, you shave everywhere?"

"Ya."

"I mean." she paused.

"Yes, I know what you mean. Down there as well as under my arms."

She was blushing.

"You should give a try. Maybe I can help you with that, if you want."

"How?"

"I can show you a bit how to do it. Maybe your arms?"

"Yes perhaps." She nodded.

I led her down to the bathroom, put the lid down on the toilet seat and made her sit on it.

She didn't have much on her forearms and hence, I decided not to use a shaving cream but rinsed just with warm water.

I knelt in front of her, and having rinsed up to her elbows, I slowly shaved off her thin hair off her forearms using a fresh double blade razor. She wasn't looking into me at all, all these times and was consciously observing the action.

"There you go?" I said as I wiped her arms off with a wet towel.

She smiled and looked at me with little blushing.

"Would that be enough or you want to get the legs done as well?" I asked while rinsing the razor.

"Legs? How?"

"Just like how I did your arms."

"Ya. But..." she looked reluctant. 

"Yes, but I know and you have to take that off. I'm not going to rape you here my baby girl." I smiled and looked into her eyes, increasing the tinge of redness in her cheeks.

She remained unmoved after lowering her face down. I knelt down and held onto her chin, rising it a little and looked into her eyes once again. I could sense her desire despite some degree of reluctance. I raised my brows, and she closed her eyes with the slightest of nods, approvingly.

I raised a Kameez slightly from both sides and held onto the waistband of her leggings. She raised momentarily allowing me to pull them down, exposing her white thighs that were still partially covered by her top. She held her legs together tight as I removed the piece of clothing completely off her. 

I pushed the Kameez down between her legs, opening them a little wider and started rinsing her fully exposed legs, from thighs to ankles, and repeated the process as I did with her arms.

"Happy?" I asked as I stood up having wiped her off with a wet towel.

She nodded with no eye contact.

"Want more?" 

She shook her head horizontally.

"Then be careful when doing your sensitive areas. Hope you can do this yourself."

She was quiet. I stood her up and lifted her chin.

"I can get it done for you. You need not be hesitant. You know and you know you can trust me." I said looking into her eyes.

"I know but not now. Maybe later. One step at a time." she smiled.

"True but it's okay take a couple of steps together every now and then. No harm done." I said as I held her close and gave a peck on her forehead, which made her look down again.

Let's do it under your arms. I said and held her Kameez from both sides.

She lifted her arms helping me to take off her top seamlessly. She sat back on the lid pulling down her slip as much as she could to cover her white panties.

I raised her right arm all the way to have a look into her armpits. She had had them chopped neatly not long ago and I decided to go ahead with a shaving cream. I let her hold the back of her head with the raised hand, rinsed the stubble and creamed it as she remained constant, rather surprisingly without getting tingling.

I shaved them off carefully and cautiously, stretching the skin with my thumb and forefinger, before wiping with the wet towel, and repeated the process with the other hand as well.

"Feels good?" I asked, having rinsed the razor.

"Yes, I guess." she spoke out, perhaps, slowly getting rid of her inhibitions. 

"One more to go then. Let's get it done too. It's a final countdown." I sang rather not so horribly which made her giggled. 

I knelt in front of her, brought her forward letting her sit on the edge of the lid and pushed her slip upwards, getting a grip of her waistband. She rose slightly and I pulled it down at one go, making her completely bare from the waist down. She didn't attempt to cover up and remained unmoved even when I widened her legs to get better access. 

I repeated the process, same as I did under her arms, though intermittently I could sense her letting out silent moans and feeling tingly every time I brushed against her lips. I was as cautious and careful as before but ensured to make it quick and seamless without getting either of our hormones peaked at once. I wiped her down and rinsed the razor off, before adjusting the hot water temperature. She appeared quiet and observant without speaking a word. I handed her a fresh pair of towels and left her alone for a shower. 

She came out in a while, wrapping a towel around her that covered a greater proportion of her thighs, as I finished doing the dishes. I led her into the bedroom and headed for my shower. Neha was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed when I returned, wrapping myself with an identical piece of absorbent fabric.

"Wait. I'll be back."

I returned from the kitchen with two bowls of Affogato, which I had got delivered in the evening, handed her one and sat next to her. 

From one step at a time, we took a few strides that day and I didn't want to push her further. Once we're done with our bowls, I gave her a maxi nightdress. She headed back to the bathroom as I got changed into one there itself.