Yes, and enjoyed it

"Okay, sure. Where do you keep your pyjamas?"

No response. Allie seemed to already be asleep; it looked like she was out cold. Her hair was dishevelled, a few strands falling over her face, and her mouth was just slightly open. I shook her shoulder gently, then a bit more forcefully.

Still no response.

Her clothes didn't look very comfy for sleeping in, and she did ask for help with her pyjamas. It didn't take me long to find some in her drawers - a light blue t-shirt with a cute cartoon dog on the front, and a matching pair of shorts in darker blue with little bones on. The shorts were tiny, and something inside me stirred at the thought of them barely covering her arse.

I'm doing this for her benefit, I reminded myself.

Thankfully, Allie was slim and very light, so it was easy to lift her up enough to get her t-shirt over her small breasts, revealing a plain white bra with a bit of padding. Her skin was soft and flawless. Manoeuvring her arms out through their holes was a bit trickier, but I managed in the end. She stirred briefly at one point, but she just helped me with a particularly difficult adjustment and went right back to sleep. I pulled the top gently over her head and stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Her figure was incredible - so tight, with what looked like perfect, perky little tits hiding under that bra and a tiny little waist that flared out into surprisingly wide hips just above her jeans.

Her jeans.

I popped open the top button easily and unzipped her flies, revealing her plain white underwear. I knew from my rummaging that she had much more colourful pairs, but I enjoyed the implied purity of the white. Pulling her jeans down was a little bit easier than the t-shirt had been, though getting skinny jeans off is always a struggle.

Allie's legs seemed to go on forever, with skin so soft, smooth and pale that I couldn't resist leaving a little trail of kisses along her calf. I quickly stopped and pulled back when I heard her let out a soft moan.

I grabbed my phone and took a quick photo before moving on. It would be hard to explain if anyone found it on my phone, but I could transfer it to an encrypted directory on my laptop in the morning, and I might never get to see Allie like this again. I knew I had a bit of a thing for her, but seeing her like this really made it clear just how much I wanted her.

I considered taking off her underwear - she might even prefer that with her pyjamas - but that would have been a step too far. I needed to just get her pyjamas on, and then I could go to bed feeling like I'd done her a favour. I also kept her socks on, just because I thought they were cute.

But first, I had some business to take care of. I'm not proud of this part. Like, at all. But it had been a very stimulating evening, there was a distracting wetness between my legs, and Allie looked hot. I slipped my hand down the front of my underwear, running my fingers {if@ Pubes == true}lightly over the coarseness of my pubic hair and slowly down my mound{else}over my smooth mound{endif}, teasing myself a little - but not for long. I just couldn't wait any more. I gasped out loud as my fingers made contact with my swollen clit and felt for the first time the warmth radiating from my pussy, and froze for a moment, but Allie didn't stir.

Fuck, I was gagging for it. Watching carefully for any movement from the girl in front of me, I resumed my movements, quickly picking up the pace in my desperation to cum and shuffling my jeans and underwear down a little to allow easier access. I slipped the tip of my middle finger into the wetness to lubricate it slightly, then returned to work on my clit, taking my other hand to my breast over my t-shirt and bra. I fixed my eyes on the sleeping body below and imagined what the parts of her still hidden by her underwear might look like – cute, pink little nipples, perhaps, and a smooth, shaved mound. I pictured myself diving between her surprisingly strong thighs to hungrily lick her waiting pussy.

Meanwhile, in real life, my fingers attacked my clit in fast, twitching circles. My hand was inside my bra now, kneading my breast in a way that straddled the line between pain and pleasure, my rock-hard nipple pressing lightly against my palm. This wasn't the sensual display you put on for a partner or see in porn - this was an overwhelming, animalistic need to get off. And I did. Hard. I almost bent double as I came, my face contorted into a frozen gasp as my hips bucked and my legs almost gave way beneath me. As hard as I tried to be quiet, I definitely squeaked.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I leaned against Allie's desk to catch my breath and curiously brought my sticky fingers to my lips. I tasted salty and slightly metallic, neither pleasant nor entirely unpleasant. I'd normally go again at this point, but that would be a terrible idea - and besides, I felt completely spent. Instead, I quickly cleaned myself up, put Allie's pyjamas on, pulled the covers up to her neck and tucked her in. For some reason - I'm not sure why - I also gave her a little kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you," she mumbled softly as I turned away. My heart just about stopped in my chest, but there was no more movement from her other than the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

I changed into my pyjamas as quietly as possible, climbed into my bed, and tried to drift off into a slightly anxious, guilt-ridden sleep.