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Chapter 9 by Somburliss Somburliss

Does Kylie agree?

Clever meets clever

After taking a second to consider, Kylie came to an answer. "Fine..." she yielded. "Great! Get the water started while I throw these in the wash." With that, Emily was out the door.

...And she barely got both her feet outside before Kylie slammed and locked the door behind her. "Hey, Kylie! Don't be like that! Showering together is a great bonding activity!" Kylie's only reply was to start the shower. "Finally, some time to myself..." she muttered. After waiting for the temperature to adjust, the nude dickgirl pulled back the curtains and stepped into the shower, feeling her whole body relax under the refreshing spray.

I can't believe she found out, Kylie thought to herself. She's known about me for this long? Who knows what pervy stuff she's been thinking about!? Kylie shuddered. She doesn't think I'm a freak though, so that's good at least. Shouldn't I... do something about this? I don't think she'll tell anyone, but this is really really important. Can I even do anything now? She sighed in resignation. "I'll just get cleaned up for now." Kylie grabbed her loofah, soaped it up, plopped it on her arm, and screamed as the shower curtains flew open.

"Emily!? H-H-How did you get in here!?" Emily wasted no time, climbing into the shower as she replied "I used the skeleton key. You didn't think I knew where you kept it? I practically live here, you know." Kylie stared at her blankly. "We have a skeleton key?" Emily just smiled softly and ran her hands through her friend's hair.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up!" Emily cheered. Kylie started to object, but she knew how this ended. "Okay, fine. Here." She offered the loofah to her friend. "Oh, I won't need that." Emily tossed the hindrance out of the shower. "But how-" Emily interrupted, "With my hands, of course!"

Kylie had scarcely blinked before her friend's hands were on her shoulders. She looked at Emily with concern, but the gentle expression on her face put Kylie at ease. She closed her eyes, and gradually let her shoulders rest. Her head drooped a bit as she took a deep breath, and slowly breathed out. This kind of treatment was nice, even if it was at the hands of the girl who tired her out so much in the first place...

"You were trying to do everything by yourself. Again." Emily chided. Kylie let out an apologetic mumble. "It's okay. I'll just have to get you extra clean, so you realize how much nicer it is to rely on your helpful friend!"

How clean does Kylie get?

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