Purple Daze, or...

"What do you think?" She made waves in the rising water as she leaned in to kiss him again, this time long and hard, introducing her tongue to his while continuing to stroke between his legs.

Breaking contact, she murmured "Touch me," and spread her legs so that he could see her shaved slit just at the water line. Bethany used her hands to spread her puffy lower lips for Stan, all the while tickling her hidden clit with a familiar finger. Seeing a smile on her face like he'd never seen before, he repeated her actions, rubbing her whole patch underwater and just occasionally settling on the little nub at her center. This time, Stan was the one who kissed her and lips and tongues intermingled again.

Meanwhile, the purple dye had begun to saturate the water rising in the tub. The pair laughed as they splashed around, rubbing each other all over but, finally, Bethany couldn't settle. "I need to feel you inside me now," she said, a big grin settling onto her face.

Still a bit nervous and trying to be the voice of restraint, Stan piped in with "I hate to bring this up but I haven't carried condoms in years."

"Great! That saves me the trouble of having to snap one off of you, asshole. If you ever listened to me, I said I needed to feel YOU inside me, not latex!" Then her mood changed. "Don't worry, honey. I'm safe." She positioned herself above her friend in the tub and gingerly guided his curved erection directly into her needy passage. She sat down on it slowly, knees raised, easing up and down several times before ultimately coming to rest on his balls.

"Oh, my God!" Stan cried out.

"That was my line, dumbass! Come on."

She started splashing up and down in the bathtub as she began slowly riding him. Stan held onto her arms and watched her pretty titties bouncing happily, their tempting tips staring him back. They were so close to his face that he couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and catching her left nipple as it flew by, sucking hard. His hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts snugly. Bethany moaned at the new sensations and put one hand uneasily at the back of his head to keep him from pulling away. With her tit in his mouth, he looked up and their eyes locked.

"I've got you," she reassured in an almost nurturing manner. She was in complete control of the situation and all his nervousness faded away. By now, the water had completely covered his body. Bethany's hips swiveled in that wonderful way a woman instinctively knows and he felt himself already nearing the edge of his passion.

"I'm close already," he grunted through clenched teeth.

"Shush! I'll tell you when." She stopped her gyrations. By this point, she was leaning her right arm on the back of the tub and using her left hand to play with herself under the colored water. Her movements kept getting faster with his cock just nestled inside her now making her feel full. Her eyes stayed closed. "Allll...most....!" Suddenly, she threw her newly purple hair back and began moaning loudly as she scrunched up her expression. "Oh, God! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesssssss!!!! Whoa! God, that was great. Hahahahaha! WOW!"

As she rode out her orgasm, the water was nearing the top of the tub and she started in with the hip movements again. "Okay," she sighed breathlessly. "I've got you. Come on. Gimme a present."

" Oh, shit! Here it comes!" he grunted.

"Come on!" she encouraged grinding her hips and enjoying the lingering after-effects of her own climax.

"Oh, God!"

"It's mine. Give it all to me. Come on honey. You deserve this. Come for me. Come inside Bethany."

Her tone was calm but his head was reeling. Finally, Stan took a deep breath and Bethany could feel him releasing inside her. For a long second, he held the breath, then grunted and began laughing. "Oh, man! I can't believe how incredible that was but I'm nearly drowning here if you hadn't noticed."

She reached around and finally stopped the water, splashing a gallon or two onto the floor of the bathroom as she did so. He was shrinking inside her and she winked and wiggled her hips a bit more as if to milk the last few drops of their shared lust.

"Oh my fucking God! You were fantastic!"

"Are you kidding? I was just lying here. You did all the hard work."

"You motherfucker! Take the damn compliment!" she laughed. "Seriously, I can't believe how filled I felt with you all hard inside me." As she said this, she rose to drain the water from the tub but then settled back down on the lap of her old friend and new lover.

"Hey, I don't want this to screw up our friendship in any way, okay?"

"Look," she said, "I know what you mean but do you really think anything that felt like that could be bad? I haven't felt that good in....Jeez! I mean, if I'd known how good you kissed, I'd have kissed you a year ago, dumbass."

"If I'd known your tits were so sweet, I'd have stripped you a year ago, dumbass."

"Hey! You can't call me dumbass! That's my pet name for you, dumbass!"

"Sorry, Purplehead!"

"Fuck you," she said, splashing water into his face.

"Again? Jeez, you're insatiable!"

"Hahahaha! Dumbass! Hey...wait a minute."

"What is it?"

"Just look at me. This shit still didn't come off! In fact it looks like it got worse in the water and now it's all over you, too!"

As she climbed completely out of the tub, Stan caught his first glimpse of her nude, wet and partially purple body. Bethany's mouth hung open as she stepped in front of the mirror and noted that her hands, her legs and parts of her stomach and the area around her vagina were a lovely shade of violet. Stan stood and used his purple hand to wave his still partially erect purple cock at her. They looked at each other and both began laughing yet again.

"Hold on. Hold on," Stan said reasonably. "There's only one thing to do. This stuff will wear off in a few days, correct?"

"Yeeesss..."

"Okay. It's nearly 3 AM Friday morning. Bring me your cell phone and I'll call in purple...err I mean I'll call in sick."

"Hah! Fine but then what?"

"Will you just go get the damn phone? I'm gonna dry off and I'll meet you under the covers. What the heck. We've already got SOME purple on the sheets. I suggest we spend the rest of the weekend trying to see just how purple we can get 'em. Only this time, I'm in charge, okay? In other words, fuck you, Purplehead!"

"You're insatiable, dumbass!" she smiled brightly, tossing her purplish hair back. "I think I like that in a person."