Yes.

As the elevator doors opened at Lisa’s floor, I found her dorm room only a few steps away. When I finally stood outside - its wooden door standing as the last barrier between us - the knot in my stomach tightened further. I once again contemplated whether I was really ready for this. Did I want to knock on that door? Before I could even have that inner debate however, it opened from within.

“Hi!” Lisa greeted me enthusiastically, her blue eyes bright with anticipation. "Mark texted me that you were on your way and I got excited. I’m so happy you agreed to help me with this. Come in. I've got so many outfits to choose from, I don't know where to start!"

As I stepped into her room, my eyes took in the sight before me. Dresses of all colors and styles laid out on her bed, several pairs of shoes lined up against the wall, and a myriad of accessories scattered across her desk. Lisa stood in the center of it all, like a queen presiding over her court, an anxious excitement radiating off of her.

"Wow," I found myself saying as she began to rummage through the pile of clothing. "You really do have a lot..."

Lisa laughed airily, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder as she held up a short red dress to her body. "I just want to make sure Mark likes what I'm wearing."

My heart twisted slightly at Mark's mention but I brushed it away, reminding myself that he didn’t mind me helping Lisa. In fact, he'd pushed me to come “Well, I’m sure whatever you pick he’ll love,” I said sincerely.

“You think so?” She asked, turning to look at me with wide blue eyes.

“Yes,” I assured her.

"Alright then," Lisa said brightly, "Let's get started." She tossed me the red dress. "Help me get out of my clothes so I can try that one on.”

A strange mix of apprehension and thrill flooded through me at her casual request, yet I managed to keep my expression neutral as I set the dress aside and stepped towards her. I had seen Lisa completely naked in the shower earlier this morning, where she had actually jerked me off, but this was different for some reason. This time her actions were not sexual. This time it was really just quite innocent. From her perspective she appeared to be sincerely wanting my opinion on what outfit to wear for her boyfriend. Yet, regardless of how innocent and normal it might be for her, it was not for me. My thoughts could not help but flash back to the shower and the way Lisa’s body had felt and how she had given me such an incredible release when I needed it most. In fact, I was getting hard again just standing here but being that I had my clothes on this time, Lisa hadn’t noticed.

“You sure Dre wouldn’t be a better help with this?” I asked, referring to her roommate and best friend. I was losing my confidence once again and trying to give her every opportunity to get out of this scenario if she wanted. I still refused to completely accept that she was doing this of her own volition. I figured that if I offered her an option to try on dresses for someone else, she would jump at it. That would prove me right in my fears.

Rather than take that opportunity however, she just shrugged with laughter in her voice. “Dre’s out shopping; besides, it’s just an outfit change. Now help me out of this.”

With that said, I decided to suck things up and let things happen ‘naturally’. That word was going to become my regular motto. But it was a good motto to have, so I decided to just live in the moment.

I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. The warmth radiating off her body was palpable and sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. But there was also an overwhelming sense of trust, an intimate familiarity only shared between friends.

She watched me with a calm readiness, her striking blue eyes locked onto mine. There was no hesitation on her part, their unwavering gaze granting me permission that wasn't mine to take but given nonetheless.

There was a moment of silence as I struggled with the last bit of zipper. Without a word, she turned to face me once again, her blue eyes searching mine for any signs of discomfort. Finding none she gave me an encouraging smile and proceeded to remove the blouse completely, leaving her upper half clad in a simple lace bra.

I mentally noted the way she moved with grace and confidence even in this state of vulnerability. Her skin glowed under the overhead light, blemishes artfully concealed by carefully applied makeup that only succeeded in enhancing her natural beauty.

I could not help myself as I looked her over. “Lisa… you are so beautiful.”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I instantly froze, my eyes widening at the sudden and unexpected confession. I hastily tried to backtrack, my face flushing a deep shade of red. "I mean... that is... your dress. It's going to be beautiful."

Lisa chuckled at my flustered state, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, James," she replied, her voice full of warmth. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around herself as she tilted her head to one side. "Now help me with the dress."

With nervous hands, I picked up the red dress and held it out for her. As she slid into it, I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly it hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and toned legs. The vivid red contrasted beautifully with her radiant skin and golden hair creating a sight that was breathtaking.

Seeing Lisa like this, illuminated in the soft afternoon light filtering into the room, draped in a dress that seemed crafted for her— there was an intimacy there that made me aware of our proximity and subsequently, my slowly escalating heartbeat.

However, what caught me off guard was not the evident beauty that Lisa held, but rather the radiance that seeped from within her; a confidence that expressed itself far beyond physical appearances.

“So do you think Mark will like me in this?” She asked turning to face me with her hands at her hips.

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her question. I'd been so lost in observing the transformation before me that I'd forgotten the reason we were here in the first place.

"Mark?" I echoed, my mind still playing catch up. "Yeah, yeah. He'll love it."

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Lisa's lips as she spun to look at herself in the full-length mirror propped up against one wall of the room. "You think so?"

I nodded, my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. "Definitely."

She looked simply stunning standing there, the red dress hugging her body like a second skin. It highlighted her long legs and framed her figure perfectly. Lisa Davis was undoubtedly beautiful, but seeing her there, excited about a simple outfit change and looking back at me with those twinkling blue eyes, I realized she was so much more than just a pretty face.

"I really value your opinion, James.” Lisa said, pulling me out of my thoughts, “I'm glad you came to help me.”

At that moment, her eyes caught something in my direction and she stopped mid-sentence. A mischievous glint sparkled in her gaze and her lips twitched upward into a teasing smile. She tilted her head and let out a light chuckle. "James, are you alright?"

I followed her gaze and felt my cheeks burn red as I realized what she was seeing. In my fascination with Lisa's beauty, I had forgotten about the evident physical reaction it had caused. The evidence of my attraction was clear through the fabric of my jeans.

Startled, I attempted to adjust myself discreetly, but Lisa beat me to the punch, stepping closer with an air of confidence that was both intimidating and mesmerizing.

"James," she said, her voice smooth as silk yet bold as brass. "Relax, I’ve told you before that it's just a normal reaction. You don't have to be embarrassed."

Her words were kind but held a certain authority that made it impossible for me to disregard. It was the same authority that had established Lisa as one of the most popular figures in college and it was said with the same confidence she had spoken with earlier in the shower.

"I-I..." I stammered, lost for words as I tried to come up with a suitable response.

A soft laugh escaped from Lisa's lips. "No need for speeches, James." She reached out tentatively and placed a gentle hand on my crotch as she began to unzip my fly. "But what about Mark?” I asked with a lack of breath.

A look of amused suprise passed over her face as she hesitated, her hand suspended in the air between us. She bit her lip pensively before she let out a soft chuckle, light and airy, almost musical.

“Mark,” she repeated, a touch of fondness in her voice that was unmistakably directly towards my roommate. “What about Mark?”

My throat went dry, heart pounding in my chest like a drum as I struggled to put my thoughts into words. “I mean… he’s my roommate,” I stuttered out, “And you’re his girlfriend.”

Her gaze softened as she regarded me thoughtfully for a long moment before shaking her head with a smile. “James,” she murmured gently, reaching up to lightly brush stray locks of hair from my forehead. She had an uncanny way of making every gesture seem intimate, every word whispered sound crucially important.

“Mark would want me to do this. He’d be upset if he knew I had turned you on and I didn’t take care of you. After all, you did come here to help me. What type of girl would I be if I didn’t. I do hope you think more of me than that.”

“I do, this just doesn’t seem right.” I responded. But then I caught myself. Once again, I was acting as if reality had not shifted to meet my desires. I held absolute power and in this reality it was perfectly normal for Lisa to “relieve” me of stress whenever I needed it. Neither Mark nor anyone else would find her actions abnormal. Hell, Mark could walk in here right now and it would not bother him. I needed to stop with this nonsense and just go with the flow.

"Alright," I conceded, a newfound resolution behind my words. She met my gaze with surprise before a slow smile spread across her face. Lisa dropped her hand back to the task it had been interrupted from, resuming the unzipping of my jeans.

"Now that's more like it, James," she said with a playful smirk. Her touch was warm as she unhooked my belt and pulled down the fabric of my jeans. "You should learn to relax more."

Even though I had decided to embrace the new reality, her words sent unexpected chills down my spine. I tried to keep my breathing steady as she proceeded to pull down my boxers, leaving me completely exposed before her. It was a vulnerability I was not used to, but somehow, under her confident gaze and comforting words, it did not feel as intimidating as it should have been.

Everything about Lisa was mesmerizing—the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, how her lips transformed into a devilish grin and even the gentle caress of her hands. I found myself getting lost in the moment—her touch sending waves of pleasure every time she made contact.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Lisa leaned in close—her breath warm against my skin as she spoke in a whisper meant only for me. "Relax James," she instructed, her fingertips tracing a tantalizing path inside my shirt exploring my skin underneath, This sent shivers of anticipation skittering down my spine. Her eyes never left mine as she leaned in closer, her lips just a hair's breadth away from my ear. "Just let go."

Letting go had never been a strong suit of mine. But as Lisa's fingers began their work, stroking and teasing, coaxing me towards the edge of an abyss I had barely scratched the surface of, it became harder to resist. The desire to fall was too great, the pull too strong.

Her hand moved with practiced ease as her other hand gently cupped my face, forcing me to meet her gaze. Her eyes were filled with determination and a hint of mischief. She moved rhythmically, her touch deliberate and confident. I could only gasp and writhe under her attention.

The world outside our little cocoon faded away into insignificance, drowned by the maelstrom of sensation that Lisa was subjecting me to. I could feel every brush of her fingers against my skin, hear every beat of my heart thundering in my ears. It felt as though time itself had suspended its constant march forward to allow this moment to linger.

And then it happened - an eruption of pleasure that cascaded through my body like a tidal wave. I came into her hand, some droplets escaping and landing on her dress. “Oh shit.” I yelped. “I’m so sorry.”

Lisa, however, simply chuckled at my apology. She looked down and inspected the speckles on her dress, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Don't worry about it James, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve gotten cum on me,” she said with an air of nonchalance that was intended to set me at ease but only drove me crazier. She stood up and sauntered over to her dresser, returning with a small towel to clean both of us up.

After getting herself tidied up, she looked at me with a soft smile playing on her lips. She tossed me my underwear and jeans saying, "You better get dressed so that we can continue with this.”

As she disappeared into the bathroom to clean up her dress, I was left in a state of pure bliss and shock. The room smelled like Lisa and the lingering scent of our shared intimacy. I sat down in a nearby chair dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Was this now the norm? If so, I could definitely get used to it. And how exactly far could I take this?