Emily invites you to a threesome

Not waiting for you to respond to her proposition, Emily explains further. "I'm thinking you, me, the stud, and a little something extra I'm not gonna spoil for you just yet. What do you say?" You're terrified, but intrigued, so you slowly nod your head in response. "Great!" Your roommate jumps off your lap and turns around to face Jake. "There's no way in hell you're gonna say no, am I right?" She asks him.

"Y-Yes!" Jake quickly responds.

"Perfect!" Emily exclaims. "However..." she turns back to you, "I'm guessing you still need to get cleaned up after everything today." She spins back around again. "And I bet you need a bit of time to recover; it's no fun if you're not at full power." Emily runs her hand down Jake's chest to his groin, just barely avoiding grazing his cock. Suddenly, she starts pushing him towards the door. "Get something to eat. Rehydrate. Be back here and be ready to rock in forty minutes. You hear Emily shove him out and into the hall, likely still with his pants around his ankle.

Your roommate runs back in and grabs your hands, startling you. She rapidly pulls you up off your bed and leads you into the bathroom. In a flash, your clothes are on the floor. You don't have time to think about how she got you naked with you barely realizing it before you're shoved into the shower. You stop thinking when the cold water hits you soft skin like a tonne of bricks.

"EEEHH!" You shriek out in response. The coldness makes you start hyperventilating until you're accustomed to cold, but by then the water has started warming up.

"Get started with washing your hair." Emily calls from behind the shower curtain. You do what she says and take a few minutes to soak down your hair in the now warm water. The shampoo and soap you bought are, unfortunately, still sitting on the sink well outside the confines of the shower. You don't think Emily will mind if you borrow hers for the time being. You look through the various containers littering the shelf and spot one that looks like some kind of shampoo. You have no idea what it actually says, it might be in French for all you know. But the graphic has a woman with great hair on it so it must be good for your hair.

As soon as you flip it over and start trying to squirt some onto your hands, the shower curtain slides open behind you and a stern hand rips the bottle out of your hands. You turn around and see a disappointed Emily holding the back of the bottle towards you. "De...pilatory?" You try to sound out the large bold word on the back of the bottle.

"You weren't about to use this on your head, were you, Lauren?" She scolds you.

"N-No...?" You weakly try to defend yourself.

"Depilatory means hair remover. So unless you were going to start lower than I ordered you to, I might think you were." Emily's stern words had kept your eyes away from her body, but now you can't help but glance down at her now nude self. Not a strand of hair to be seen anywhere. You guess the stuff must work pretty well. "Either way, we don't have time to use that anyway." She casually tosses the bottle to the other end of the bathroom and holds up a small, pink razor in her other hand. "This should be a better solution for you."

The two of you work together to get your self cleaned up, working with the actual shampoo and body wash, though Emily has to scold you for spending a little too much time polishing your nipples. Meanwhile, your roommate flexes her dexterity and has your legs and arm pits nice and smooth in just a few minutes. Your nether regions took a bit more time, what with your constant moans at the sensation. You didn't tell Emily, but it definitely brought you to the edge at least once. She left you a cute triangle of bush pointing towards your clit, which you don't mind; it looks kind of cute.

You turn off the water and the two of you step out of the shower. You use your towels to dry off. Emily was smart and wore a shower cap to keep her hair dry through the ordeal, maintaining its sharp, golden color. On the other hand, yours has become much darker while wet, an even starker contrast to Emily's. Once dry, Emily hands you a bundle of clothes to put on that she must have scavenged from your earlier shopping spree. You start unraveling the bundled mess to see what's what.

Meanwhile, Emily has been dressing herself in, well, you can't really describe it until she has it fully on. You start putting your own outfit on. It's not complicated. A black lacy bra and lacy panties along with a garter belt that you hook onto your stockings. It's sexy, sure, but leaves you embarrassingly exposed. Emily's outfit is far more complicated. There are pearlescent white straps crisscrossing along her body which serve to connect the thin pieces of white fabric that cover her breasts, though they aren't nearly enough to hide the outline of her nipples pressing against them. Moving down, the straps connect to a few inches of frills that form a sort of skirt, though it leaves her front revealed, showing off her lace panties. You spot still more straps that creep down her legs and connect to her sheer white stockings. With her loose, blond hair flowing down behind her shoulders, she looks nothing short of an angel gone bad.

Almost as if on queue, there is a timid knock on the door to your dorm. Looking to you, Emily tries to hold back her smirk. "Look, Lauren. I understand if you're scared. I'll make sure nothing bad happens tonight. That said, I do need to know something..." You inquisitively turn toward her. "Are you okay with losing your virginity to one of us tonight?"