The crash woke David out of his stupor. Spending five straight hours staring at an organic chemistry book would do that to you.
"Shit!" screamed Leslie from the bathroom.
David sprinted over to find out what happened. When he burst through the door, he saw the source of the crash lying in pieces on the tile floor: Leslie's hand mirror. More startling was the sight of Leslie sitting precariously on the sink, completely naked.
"Oh, Les, I'm sorry," stammered David as he began backing out of the room.
"David, don't go," instructed Leslie. "I need your help." Noticing his embarrassment, she added, "What's the matter? Never seen a naked crip before?"
Leslie was on the college soccer team. She fell in a game a few weeks ago and broke her right wrist. Since she was very right-handed, life had been a bit difficult ever since.
David smiled at her remark. She added, "Look ... we've been best friends for years. What's a little skin among friends, right?"
"Right," said somewhat unconvincingly.
"I thought I could get out of the calendar shoot this afternoon since, uh," she said as she waved her injured wrist in its cast in the air.
"But, since you are the hottest girl on the team and the cover model, they won't let you."
"No," she said in a huff.
Leslie was definitely hot. She had light blondish brown hair that fell just below her shoulders in a thick, silky cascade. Her deep-set blue eyes were oceans in which you could get lost. Her heart-shaped face was the perfect canvas for her rich, full lips. Leslie's breasts fit perfectly on her thin frame. They were soft and pointy with crisp nipples that always seemed to be erect and matched the cherry color of her lips.
Moving further past her 4-pack abs, you came to the best part. Leslie's long, lean, tanned legs could have caused a heart attack in most men even before soccer season. When she was in the thick of the season, they were amazing. Rising high off the ground, they led to a firm perfect ass that was soft, smooth ... heaven.
At the moment, the focus was on Leslie's pussy.
"I'm supposed to pose in this," she said, holding up a very skimpy bikini, "in about four hours, and this bush of mine looks like weeds on the highway since I haven't been able to take care of it. So, that's why I really need your help, David. Will you shave my pussy, please?"
In Leslie's funk, she didn't notice David's rapt attention to her "Garden of Eden." He looked up at her just in time to meet her eyes.
"Me?"
"Yes. I can't get anyone else. They're all out doing something. Jenny's already at the shoot. Kelly's studying in the library. Carol's working. And, Janie's AWOL. You're my only hope. So, will you?"
She looked at him with a fake pout that made him smile.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever."
"Great!"
"Just stay right there. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay."
David tried to turn so his gigantic throbbing cock wouldn't become an additional source of embarrassment. He ran out of the bathroom and up the stairs to his room. As soon as he burst through the door, he dropped he pushed down his basketball shorts and started wailing away on his manhood. He knew it wouldn't take long.
All David could see in his mind's eye was Les's perfect body. He could see the sexy point of her tits when she bent over. He could see the flawless lines of her thighs as they met at what had to be the most perfect pussy he had ever seen. She had full, crimson lips erupting from her folds. He loved pussies with full lips. Those with thin labia seemed tame and less interesting.
Suddenly, David sent a torrent of cum spewing out of his rigid cock. It covered his hand, his belly, and it seemed like the world. "God, had he ever cum that much?" he asked himself. Quickly, he grabbed a dirty t-shirt and wiped himself off.
"David! Are coming?!" Leslie yelled from downstairs.
"Am I ever," said to himself. "Yeah! Be right there!"
He didn't have much time for his lobster to lose its length, but he had to get back.
"What were you doing?" Leslie asked when he walked in.
"Just checking my cell. I thought I heard it ring."
"Are you okay? You're sweating."
"Really? No. I'm fine," he answered. "Okay. I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to rub some lotion on first to, uh, get everything, uhm, moist."
David squirted some baby oil into his hands and warmed it between his palms. He then began to use his fingertips and rub the oil all around Leslie's pubic area. She leaned back and found herself closing her eyes as his hand explored every surface around her flower.
When David was sure that the entire area was covered in a slick coating, he wiped his hands on a towel and picked up the scissors. He then trimmed as much of the longer hair as he could. The glossy blond curls fell in small clumps on the floor. David had to stop and wipe the sweat from his forehead a few times.
All this attention was having a similar effect on Leslie. Sure, they were supposed to just be buds. They dated other people and had managed to keep a totally platonic roommate relationship going for three years. They had become friends in high school when the tennis coach paired the two of them in mixed doubles. They were naturals, reaching the state finals in both their junior and senior years. They took home the big prize as seniors.
She always thought David was really cute. He had dark brown hair, broad shoulders and a trim waist. The thing most girls noticed was his big dimples when he smiled. On many occasions, when she was playing the baseline, she admired his ass. David had a great ass. She would sometimes get so caught up in watching his muscles that she would get startled by the return of the ball. Fortunately, she was a good enough athlete to react and cover the shot most of the time.
Now, all those feelings came roaring back as he sat here and gently tended to her tufted treasure. She remembered those hot summer days on the court when he'd shed his shirt. How she wished he'd do the same with his pants. She remembered overhearing one of his girlfriends tell another friend that he had almost ten inches of lumber hanging between his athlete's legs.
"Imagine what that feels like," she thought. The biggest cock she had ever seen or tried in person was eight inches, and that felt wonderful. "Just imagine having two more think inches driving into you."
"You know," David blurted, which startled Leslie, "I think I'm going to get my razor. You know, more familiar." While he talked, his eyes never left her flowering pussy.
Oh, okay," she managed to get out.
