Bath with friend

Fridays were our study routine. Me and Ashu would head to her place together after college, books ready, and I’d crash there overnight, leaving Saturday evening. She’s sharp—smarter than she lets on—and sexy as hell, wearing that sleeveless pink vest and tight black shorts that day, her ass looking unreal. But that Friday? That one went way off script.

We got to her place late—bus was slow again. She walked in ahead, pink vest clinging, those shorts hugging her curves as she dropped her bag. I tossed mine down, ready to start, but she turned, nose scrunched. “Ramesh, you *stink*,” she said, hands on her hips, ass popping. “Like, *yuk*.” I laughed. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” She glared. “Yeah, it is. You’re not stinking up my house all night.”

I shrugged. “I’ll just wash my face—” “Nope,” she cut me off, grabbing my arm, her vest shifting as she yanked me to the bathroom. “You need a full bath. I’m not dealing with that smell.” I smirked. “A bath? Really?” She nodded, those shorts tight as she dragged me. “Yep, and I’m bathing you.” I stopped. “Wait, I can do it!” She grinned, all smug. “You’ll miss half the stink. Get in.”

We hit the bathroom, and I was down to my underwear. “Ashu, I don’t have extra underwear,” I said, scratching my head. “Let’s shower nude—I’ll go nude too.” She shrugged. “Fine,” she said, stripping off her vest and shorts right there, going fully bare. I stared—her body smooth, ass even better without the shorts. I was still in my underwear when she said, “Oh, Ramesh, take off these,” and pulled them down herself before I could move, leaving me bare too. She glanced down and said, “Whoa, your dick’s big.”

I didn’t know what to say—*she just said that*—but she grabbed the soap, started scrubbing me like it was routine, her bare skin brushing mine as she splashed water on my head. “Hold still,” she said. I sputtered, “This is nuts, Ashu, you know that?” She kept going, sudsing my arms, her body close. “You’re the nut, thinking you can stay here smelling like that.” Then she paused, smirked, and said, “Ramesh, this part’s missing a wash, come on.” I blinked. “What part?” She nodded down. “Your dick needs to be washed too—it’s all getting clean.” I froze. “You serious?!” She laughed. “Yep, you’re nude anyway. Relax.”

Then she grinned again and said, “By the way, big dick, Ramesh.” My head spun—*Ashu, naked, said that twice?!*—and I stood there, water dripping, thrown off. “W-what the hell, Ashu?!” I stammered, hands twitching to cover up, face hot. Part of me was stunned, part was like, *Okay, cool*, but mostly I was scrambled with her bare right there. She shrugged. “What? It’s true. Now stop moving, I’m not done.” I barked, “You can’t just say that!” She laughed, casual. “Why not? You’re staying over, and you stank. Chill.”

She kept scrubbing—behind my ears, under my arms—her bare body close, bossing me around. “Tilt your head!” “Quit squirming!” I mumbled, “This is wild, Ashu.” She smirked. “Yeah, wild for me to smell you all night otherwise. You’re welcome.” The soap smelled like flowers, and by the end, we were both soaked and clean. She stepped back, nodded, and said, “Better. You’re human now.” I grabbed a towel, wrapping it quick, still wet. “You’re insane,” I huffed. She grabbed her towel too.

Then, before we left the bathroom, she dropped her towel, stepped up, and sucked my dick. No buildup, no fuss—just did it, quick and to the point, then stood up and wiped her mouth. “Can we study now?” she said, like it was nothing.

So there I was, scrubbed clean, sitting with our books, head still buzzing. Ashu—sexy as hell, bare just minutes ago—had stripped us both, bathed me, called my dick big twice, sucked me off, and now she was flipping through her notes like it was all standard. I kept thinking, *She did that, and I’m staying here tonight?* Half of me wanted to laugh, half was just processing. My study buddy—barely out of college—had just turned me into her cleanup project and more. I’ll never top this. Friends these days, huh?