Take her to the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel.

I stared at my friend who was lying in her own pee and sighed deeply.

The puddle around her hips had stopped spreading, but it already reached her knees, her arms and the ridden up hem of her dress.

"Oh, Dawn...," I murmured and looked at her face.

With her eyes closed and the deeply relaxed expression, she looked like an angel — so innocent and peaceful.

Why me??? I sighed inwardly as I realized that I just couldn't let her lie there like that.

For a moment, I considered undressing her before getting her into the bathroom but dismissed the thought as I wasn't in the mood to soil myself with her pee. Furthermore, I would have had to leave her alone in the bath to clean up the mess on the parquet.

"I fucking hate you!" I murmured, jumped over Dawn's head and rushed up the stairs.

Shortly after, I returned with the only two towels I could find in the bathroom and spread the bigger one a foot away from her sleeping body.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened her legs and arms before kneeling above her head. It wasn't exactly easy to roll her over from that position while taking care of her head but I finally managed to place her on the shower towel. After that, I faced the pee puddle. Most of it was already soaked up by Dawn's clothes, but I remembered the dark stains on my aunt's parquet and didn't want to risk the girls' deposit.

I'm such an idiot! I sighed and reached for the smaller towel.

Pretty annoyed, I wiped up the remaining liquid, brought the towel into the kitchen and chucked it into the washing machine furiously.

Back at Dawn, I wrapped her in the towel as good as possible, shove my arms below her body and lifted her off the floor bridal style.

My friend raised her head slowly, leaned it against my shoulder and groaned grumpily, "Lemm'... sleep..."

With an annoyed sigh, I pressed her skinny frame against me and walked up the stairs sideways, feeling her warm breath on my bare chest and her silky hair tickling my upper arm. Dawn wasn't heavy at all, yet I was relieved when I finally put her in the bathtub.

Kneeling in front of the tub, I took the shower head, aimed at the plughole and turned on the tap.

"Nnn...," Dawn whinged and kicked a few times as some cold water hit her feet.

When the water was lukewarm, I started to rinse her long, nyloned legs, her crotch, her arms, and her belly, drenching her clothes even more, but diluting the pee.

"Now let's get you out of your clothes...," I sighed after a while and turned off the water.

Tights first! I decided, lifted her left arm over the edge of the bathtub and put the other one between her legs.

Bending over her, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her nylons and tried to pull them down, quickly realising that I wouldn't get them below her hips without her help.

"Dawn, raise your arse!" I ordered in a loud, impatient voice, but my friend just turned her face away and chuntered softly.

"You're driving me crazy...," I sighed and lifted her left leg over the edge of the bathtub instead.

After a brief thought, I came to the conclusion, that it wasn't enough and reached for the other leg. I bent her knee, hooked her heel into the diagonal grab handle and made sure that her leg wouldn't tip over easily. Then, I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. Undressing my pants and socks, I looked at Dawn, who was sitting in the tub with obscenely wide spread thighs and a hand between her legs.

"I'm really sorry for that...," I murmured, stepped into the bathtub and knelt down in front of her.

I bent over, shoved my hands around her hips from below and hooked my fingers into the ruffled waistband of her tights. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my shoulders against her thighs and lifted her buttocks from the tub bottom; just enough to pull the nylon fabric down over her sexy bum.

"Dan...," the skinny girl suddenly complained in a sleepy voice, "Close the window... I'm cold..."

At the same time, a shiver went through her body and her thighs twitched, slightly squeezing my neck between her knees.

"Sure...," I sighed annoyed, rolled my eyes and murmured, "Anything you want!"

"Mmh...," Dawn groaned as I pushed her slender thighs against her belly, freeing myself from her long legs.

I grabbed both of her ankles with my left and held them up before realising that I wouldn't get the hosiery past the hand between her shanks.

"Dawn, take your hand away!" I demanded but didn't wait for a reaction, grasped her fingers and shoved her arm back through her thighs.

"Mmh...," Dawn suddenly moaned and jammed my forearm between her tensing legs.

When you'd just be like that when you're sober! I sighed inwardly while pulling back my hand slowly.

It felt so good to rub my arm through her thighs but knowing that I could only do it because she was drunk narked me even more. Clenching my teeth, I grabbed the waistband of her tights, dragged them along her graceful legs and finally got rid of them. With a relieved sigh, I threw the wet hosiery on the floor and dropped my gaze.

"Damn, Dawn!" I gasped when I saw her crotch.

The thin, soaked fabric of her plain, red knickers clung tightly to her pussy lips, clearly showing their outlines and the small, delicate cleft in between. Quickly, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, but my cock started to stir in my underpants anyway.

With a profound sigh, I parted Dawn's legs and let them glide down my sides. Her moist skin was a little cold, yet the smooth and tender feeling sent a pleasing shiver through my body.

"I'm freezing...," the dark-haired suddenly complained, brushed my belly with her fingers and hooked them into the waistband of my briefs, "Come and warm me..."

With her fingertips just an inch away from my half-erect cock, Dawn pulled at my underpants. I tore my eyes wide open and stared into her sleepy face.

Lying there between her legs..., I imagined, Warming her wonderful body... rubbing my cock against her panties. Against her sex!

Sure, not quite comfortable, but nevertheless tempting.

A little reward for all I've ever done for you..., I tried to justify.