What to wear?

Before I could contemplate further, Lisa emerged from the bathroom now wearing a lavender-coloured silk robe that fell midway on her thighs. The sight was breathtaking and for a moment I forgot how to inhale.

Lisa's gaze met mine and she laughed heartily at my apparent dumbstruck look. Her laughter filled the room - a melodious sound that made my heart flutter.

“Wow!” is all I could say. “I didn’t expect you to be wearing that.”

Lisa’s eyebrow rose in amusement. “Really now? I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t just helping you with your … situation.” Lisa said, gesturing vaguely between my legs, her cheeks flushing a shade of pink that complimented her fair complexion.

I could feel my own face heating up as well. Lisa laughed again, this time more subdued. She walked over to me and ruffled my hair affectively before giving me a sisterly hug.

“Now, since you stained the dress I was going to wear for Mark tonight, we need to pick out another. Help me choose.”

I blinked at her, taken aback by the sudden change of subject and the raising of Mark’s name once again. She gestured towards her bed, an assortment of clothes in every imaginable color and fabric had been thrown there prior to my arrival. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened and it took a moment to find my voice.

“Uh…sure,” I stammered out, rising from the chair to join her by the bed. She looked at me expectantly, a teasing grin on her lips.

“Seeing anything you like?” she asked, tossing back her golden hair with a playful wink. “Anything you think Mark would like me in?”

Embarrassment rushed warmth to my cheeks yet again. Was it possible she was toying with me, this goddess of a woman who could easily have any man she desired, yet here she was standing before me in an incredibly sexy silk robe asking me what Mark would like?

“Uh, Lisa," I began, stammering slightly, "You look...um...great in everything." I waved vaguely over the rainbow clutter of dresses and blouses strewn haphazardly across her bed.

She laughed then, a rich sound that echoed around the room and set my heart pounding in my chest. "Come on, James," she said gently, nudging me with her elbow. "Give me your honest opinion."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I swallowed nervously. Yet, somehow emboldened by her request for honesty, I took a step forward and picked up a stunning deep-blue dress that had been buried under the heap of clothes. It was simple but elegant - perfect for a night out.

“Um...this one," I said uncertainly, holding out the dress to her. She took it from me and held it against her body, turning this way and that as she examined herself in the full-length mirror propped up against one wall.

“You think?" She asked after a moment, glancing at me via the mirror's reflection. “Hmm…I think you might be right.”

A prideful satisfaction filled me at her approval. I watched as she gingerly draped the blue dress over her lithe form which was still covered by the silk robe. Even though she was just holding up the dress in front her body, she looked mesmerizing. Heat crept up my neck as I tried not to let my gaze wander too far.

She must have noticed because her laughter filled the room again, pulling me out of my daze. “Well if you like it that much, why don’t we see how it actually fits?” With that said she pulled the robe open and let it drop to the floor. She was completely naked underneath.

My heart pounded in my chest. For a moment I could only stare, taking in the sight of her bare body. Then, realizing that standing there gaping wasn’t the best look, I quickly cleared my throat and averted my gaze. “Uh, I…I’ll just wait outside,” I stammered.

Lisa laughed again, though this time the sound held a note of wicked delight. “Don’t be shy, James,” she said with another wink. “It’s not like we haven’t seen one another naked before.”

Feeling a bit light-headed, I nodded. I had seen her naked before, yes, but the context had been different then. Although it seemed silly, there was a big difference between being naked with her in the woman’s locker room amongst numerous other girls, and being alone with her here in her dorm room. Now, we were in her personal space — her sanctuary — and it felt infinitely more intimate.

Lisa turned away to face her mirror once more, giving me a generous view of her bare shoulders and the small of her back. My gaze dropped lower involuntarily, taking in the firm contour of her buttocks and the length of her toned legs.

"Silly boy," Lisa teased over her shoulder, her lips curving into a playful smile. "I told you not to be shy.”

"I'm not being shy," I protested weakly. In truth, I was probably the very definition of 'shy' at that moment. But there was something about Lisa’s confidence that made me want to match it. I **** myself to meet her gaze as she turned to face me again.

The blue dress slipped over her head smoothly, cinching at her waist before flowing down to just above her knees. The plunging neckline revealed a generous amount of cleavage, while the back was left mostly bare except for two thin straps that crisscrossed against her skin.

"Well?" Lisa asked after she had finished adjusting the dress. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation as she gestured down at herself. "What do you think? Do you think Mark will like?”

She looked more than stunning, she looked gorgeous. “If Mark doesn’t fall head over heels for you tonight, he is truly blind.” I responded with a sigh. The absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on me. Here I was standing alone with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, able to apparently do anything with her that I desired, and yet she still thought of herself as Mark’s girlfriend and was trying to impress him.

Lisa's face lit up at my endorsement, and her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness. "Thanks, James. You always know how to make a girl feel special.”

I watched her as she twirled in front of the full-length mirror, her joyful laughter filling the dorm room once more. I was struck once again by how surreal this all was. Lisa Davis, the most popular girl on campus, standing in front of me in nothing but a dress that I had chosen.

"So, with the dress out of the way,” she said turning to face me again. “I’ve never asked you before, but what do you really think about Mark and me?" Lisa inquired as she approached, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I was almost too distracted to form words but managed to croak out a response. "I think he's a lucky guy."

Lisa's smile widened, transforming her whole face. It made her look even more beautiful. "Thank you, James," she said, "But you know he's not the only one who could be lucky. You do deserve something special for helping me out tonight."

With that tease, Lisa made her way towards me, playfully pushing me back toward the bed. As I reached its edge, I almost fell back onto it but was able to gain enough composure at the last second that I managed to sit down on a portion that was clothing free.

Lisa laughed at my awkwardness, clearly enjoying my reaction to her advances. She then slowly sat on my lap, her arms circling my neck. Her lips brushed against my ear once again just as she whispered, "You could be lucky too." And with that soft promise, she leaned in and kissed me chastely on the lips.

The room was filled with the scent of Lisa’s shampoo and our shared joy. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close as our lips locked in a passionate embrace, all evidence of chastity being removed from the equation. She tasted sweet like peppermint but the kiss held an underlying power that made my heart race faster than ever before.

As we parted for air, I found myself whispering something back to her which I had never thought I would: "I am happy to help - anytime.” This elicited another peal of laughter from Lisa. We stared at one another for a moment, my arms never leaving their lock around her waist, supporting her as she remained on my lap.

I was not exactly sure what was happening here. Despite everything that had occurred today, including Lisa having jerked me off on two occasions now, she had nevertheless been consistent in her position that we were just friends. Mark was her boyfriend, not me. Yet now there was this sudden expression of intimacy from her that seemed to be outside of the established norm. Was she trying to tell me something or was being passionately kissed as a “thank you” just part of this new reality where I apparently had unrestricted access to both the women’s locker room and dormitories.

I waited for her to say something, but instead she just looked into my eyes, with a beautiful smile fixed on her face. She was just so gorgeous and I wanted her more than anything else in the world, but my pre-power insecurities were still inside of me, scolding me that I had no right to be with someone like her. I had to try though.

“Lisa, I…” I began, but my brave attempt was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.