Deal

Anna vanished into the bathroom.

Ben kept staring at his laptop, trying to decide what to do. He clearly had permission from Anna to satisfy all the desires he had harbored for her for a long time. But despite her nearly enthusiastic consent, something still didn't feel right to him. It still felt like cheating. That was when it clicked for him. He began to smile, and started typing out a long list of instructions.

Meanwhile, Anna sat on the toilet peeing, when the realisation hit her. Ben was probably changing her profile right now, which meant that he was watching her. She hadn't found someone else watching her pee hot before, but now, knowing that it was Ben doing it, she felt a hot flash of arousal running through her.

"Damn, he's already changing me. Turning me into his exhibitionistic slut? Getting off on him watching me pee? What will he do next? Does he like watching me, because this is an intimate and **** situation, or is he really into pee? Will he make me like it, too?"

She was finished and tried to dab herself dry with toilet paper. "Oh god, did he really turn me into his personal fucktoy that gets sopping wet at his every kink? This is ridiculous!", she thought, while she tried to dry her juices without manipulating her vulva too much, which would have caused another flood. "Whatever he did, this is seriously hot. But I need to calm down a little bit, or else we won't even see the opening of that movie."

She got up, pulled up her panties, and when she started pulling up her black jeans, she hesitated.

"Hey Ben!" she shouted at him through the closed door. "Do you think you could magic up some comfy sweat pants or something for me?"

"I'll try, wait a sec", he answered and started typing.

After a few seconds, grey sweat pants in her size appeared on the top of his washing machine. Anna let out a pleased shout and grabbed them.

They felt softer than any clothing she ever felt. Softer than clothing should feel. She couldn't imagine anything on earth could feel so soft, warm and cozy. Just when she started putting them on, thick woolen socks appeared on the washing machine.

"You really are a genius!", she yelled. Then, another naughty thought hit her. She pulled on the pants over her dark blue cotton panties, which already had a significant wet stain on them.

"I have to keep those panties on, or else my juices will have run down to my knees before I have left the bathroom. But for the rest, I think I should strive for a perfect mixture of coziness and easy access."

She removed her hoodie, took of her shirt and bra, folded them neatly, and put her hoodie back over her bare chest. Finally, she changed from her white cotton socks to the comfy woolen ones. The combination of the soft wool sliding over her feet and the material of the pants caressing her legs with every movement almost felt like a warm, loving hug. Nevertheless, it also gave her goosebumps, and she felt her hard nipples rub against the inside of her hoodie. She thought she could almost hear her soaked panties squelch with every step, and blushed a little. Then she left the bathroom, and returned to Ben.

Ben had already moved from the kitchen table to the living room. He had brought the teapot and cups with him, and placed the pot on a candle-lit teapot warmer on the living room table. On one corner of the table, he had placed a pillow for him to rest his feet on. For Anna, he had pulled up the footrest she usually used to extend her legs. He was already reclined on the couch, with a heavy blanket over his legs. To his left were the remote controls and - of course - his closed laptop. He patted the couch to his right, and she sat down in her usual spot, resting her feet on the footrest, and leaning back, acutely aware of her upper arms touching. They usually had no problem with body contact, Ben had even made a few cuddling attempts in the past. She never outright repelled him, but she had made it clear that she wasn't really interested. But she knew that Ben, being single for a long time, did miss some cozy intimacy, so she had tolerated him stroking her arm or other touches in the past.

Now, it was completely different. With the footrest placed beside the couch table, as she reclined she actively leaned a bit against Ben. Her friend naturally adapted his position a bit, and put his right arm around her. With his other hand, he handed her the edge of his blanket, and she took it, so that it now covered both of them. Anna was now completely surrounded with a soft warmth with the warm blanket, her unnaturally soft clothes and Ben's warm torso and arm cradling her. With every breath, she was filled with the aroma of his soap and deodorant.

"I have to tell you, those socks and pants are really cool. They feel soooo good and soft. I hope it isn't addictive or something, it certainly feels supernatural."

"Relax, I made sure that there won't be any negative consequences. But you asked for comfy pants, and I thought: 'It seems I have godlike powers now, so why not treat my friend to the comfiest pants ever?' Besides, doing something genuinely good for you seems like a bit more noble use of my power. A bit of soothing for my conscience to first give you supernaturally comfy pants before I get into them."

She giggled. "I told you, it's ok. Of all the people in the world to have such power over me, and anyone else for that matter, I am glad that it's you. And I am quite flattered that I am the one you started experimenting with. Sooo, you brought your laptop. I hope you are good at left-handed typing."

"Oh, that is just if we have some other cool ideas later. For now, I think I am quite satisfied with the changes I made. But you are right, you have my right hand quite immobilised. However it could still prove quite useful!"

He started stroking her right side with his trapped hand. Long, broad caresses, which made her mewl softly, as his strokes sent small crackles of electricity through her body, mostly straight between her legs.

"Dammit, I really want to know what he did to my senses, this is wonderful!" she thought.

"Of course we will have to wait how the evening will progress, but should you later be open to.....more than some innocent caresses, I think my right hand could reach some other useful places as well." As he said that, his hand stroked back up her side and in that motion one finger neatly traced the side contour of her breast. It could almost have been a coincidence, but of course it wasn't. Anna felt another pulse in her pussy as it strained against her completely saturated panties. If it weren't for the heavy blanket, they both would already be completely drunk on the smell of her arousal.

"Let's watch 'Bram Stoker's Dracula'!" Ben said. They had both read Dracula some time ago, and had talked about how Anna had never seen the movie.

"Sure, sounds cool!". Anna wasn't sure if she was in any state of mind to concentrate on a movie, but she just knew that whatever happened now, she was in for a very good time.