’ I hung up the phone and made my way back to the shower. Playing foosball wasn’t my idea of a good way to spend my Saturday night, but I didn’t...exactly have anything else to do. Besides, Jen and I always have fun. As eight o’clock rolled around, I pulled the foosball table out, put on some music and began to wait. I had known Jen for a couple years and I didn’t remember her ever being on time. True to form, as it neared nine o’clock, the doorbell rang. Before I could answer, the door opened. " She patted the padded seat of her vanity stool. I sat, andshe strapped my feet into the sandals. "I'll do your makeup."I was tempted to refuse, but realized that without her help, I would lookeven more ridiculous. I sat. In ten minutes, she made me look gorgeous.She picked up a hairbrush and hair dryer and fussed with my collar-lengthhair until it looked passably feminine."Wow, you clean up nicely," she said."Look, Ms. Underbust, I'm really sorry I touched your things, but can westop now?". I took a chance, though and darted a tongue onto her leg, tasting the salt from her sweat. She moaned and I moved the robe up and placed my tongue on her clit.“Don’t, stop, don’t do that.” She whispered. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and now she was responding, opening her legs wider. I kissed her labia and clit a few minutes, then picked her up and took her to a guest bedroom.I removed the robe and once again, she was weakly protesting. She told me nobody had ever done this to her. I. I dint understand what the hell was happening to me. And to make things even worse she was not wearing her night pant, instead sitting just like that without pants and only her salwaar kameez top, folding her legs and sitting on the bed and busy talking on phone. I saw her underwear for the first time. It was pink in colour, but I could get only a glimpse of it. I dunno what happened to me, but I wanted to check whether she is so bold like that because she thinks am asleep or really she doesn’t.