Sultry

You must be getting a bath ready for Amy, who seems stressed… but sexy is always the CCL way. You use the oils, the bubbles, and the rose petals. You light several candles and turn off the light. You are confident in your work, because you know that if someone did this for you, you would melt in her hands. It wouldn’t matter who it was.

You head back out into the bedroom, where Amy is still scrolling through that news website.

“It’s ready,” you tell her.

“OK, good.” Amy closes her laptop with a sigh, getting up and going to look. “Oh.” She looks surprised.

“Oh, shit. Is that wrong?” you ask worriedly.

“Um—no.” Amy laughs. “It’s fine. Look, Missy. It’s not for me. It’s for Ingrid.”

“What?” You are taken by surprise. “You, uh… have a date with her?”

Amy laughs. “Not exactly. Look.” She puts a friendly arm around your shoulders and leans in, lowering her voice. “Don’t tell anybody, but you can probably tell. Ingrid doesn’t love doing stuff like that. In fact, she kind of hates it.”

“Like the pumpkin vid?”

“Right.”

“Then why did she agree to do it?” you ask, puzzled.

“I talked her into it.” Amy sighs. “We’re struggling in a couple ways right now, Missy. We get no press, we don’t have many sisters, this place is expensive, it’s just a lot. So I felt like we needed to bring out the big guns for the vid this year.” She looks regretful. “And you’re a good runner up, but nobody beats Ingrid on… you know.” Amy gestures at her chest. “Ta-tas.”

That’s definitely true. You understand.

“She listened to me and agreed, and now I want to show her my appreciation,” Amy says with a shrug. “That’s all.”

“That’s really sweet,” you say.

“No. It’s manipulative and evil, but I’m just doing my best, you know?” Amy pats your back.

There’s a tap at the door.

“The queen herself,” Amy says, going to answer it.

Ingrid comes in wearing a robe of her own, and Amy hugs her. You stand to the side nervously, self-conscious about your body. Ingrid is so gorgeous.

“Thank you,” Amy says, rubbing her back. “I appreciate you.”

“This is not necessary,” Ingrid replies. Her spirit seems droopy and wilted from what has happened tonight.

“Of course it is. We have to get that paint off you,” Amy says, leading her by the hand toward the bathroom. “Come on, Missy.”

“I’m coming too?”

“Do you not like baths?”

“No, I do.” You hurry after them. Amy drops her robe, then opens up Ingrid’s and pushes it off her. She steps into the bath, drawing the exhausted Swedish girl after her. They settle down, Amy at the end with her legs wide, and Ingrid sitting between them, her back to the sorority’s leader.

“There we go,” Amy says, running a soapy sponge over Ingrid’s painted body. Ingrid’s face is very red. She might not have enjoyed that video, but she definitely like this in a more intimate setting.

“Come on in,” Amy adds without looking at you.

You gingerly enter the tub, sitting at the far end, across from Ingrid. It’s a big tub with plenty of room for two, but with three it’s a little crowded. You draw up your knees to your chest, but their legs and feet are still touching you.

A lot of feelings and emotions crackle through you as you watch Amy tenderly and sensuously scrubbing Ingrid’s body, just feet away.

It’s quiet for once. You can hear the rain on the windows, and it’s all so peaceful and beautiful. You wonder if it would be bad manners to touch yourself under the water. This is a once in a lifetime show, and you got pretty turned on doing that to Lotte… you never did come down from that, and this just sends your horniness soaring even higher.

But it’s no surprise to you or to Ingrid when Amy gets naughty. The sponge floats in the sloshing bath when she uses both hands to grasp Ingrid’s big breasts, giving them a little massage before getting her fingers on the plump, protruding nipples. Ingrid closes her eyes and leans back into Amy, who is gentle but persistent, moving her hands and tugging Ingrid’s boobs around by her nips.

One of Ingrid’s hands rests on the edge of the tub, starting to hold on. The other is held over her mouth.

Obviously it feels good to have your boobs played with, but it looks like Ingrid’s are especially sensitive. She is seriously worked up. You’d be worked up too if Amy was caressing you in a perfect bath, but this is serious. You feel Ingrid’s legs move under the water.

Should you help out? Or just watch?