Clueless | DAERIN

9: bath

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"Ouch, Dani!" I yell out as my best friend throws me back onto my bed. Does she not realize that I cannot catch myself with these stupid casts on?

She rolls her eyes as she climbs on top of me. Danielle rests her ass against the exposed skin of my waist, effectively pinning me down.

Ugh.

It has been three days with my casts on, and my best friend is already making fun of the way I smell. I do not even smell that bad!

"That's not quite how I imagined you screaming my name. Want to try it again?" she teases with a smirk as she takes hold of something beside me.

She quickly produces transparent, waterproof bags and begins to secure them over the surface of my casts. She slips them over my casts before pulling the drawstring, securing them in place.

I roll my eyes at her sexual joke but choose not to respond. She sighs when she notices my upset facial expression.

"I'm bathing you whether you like it or not," she states.

The slight dominance in her tone instantly draws me in, causing me to place all of my attention on the brown-eyed girl on top of me.

"So you can either comply and do it my way, or I'll call someone else to do it for you," she tells me, practically daring me to disagree with her.

I smirk as I stare deep into her eyes. This sly bitch.

"You just want to see my tits," I say with a laugh.

She shrugs but does not disagree. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her if it is true.

She just responds with an eye roll and a chuckle.

"Whatever, just stand up and lift your arms," she says.

She climbs off my bed and stands by it before carefully helping me off the bed so that I am standing across from the blonde-haired beauty.

I remain silent as I lift my arms, struggling to keep them up because of their disproportionate weight. Danielle grabs the bottom of my hoodie and goes to remove it only to instantly stop in her place and glance up into my eyes.

I furrow my eyebrows at her, noticing a plethora of emotions swirl together in her eyes until they are just one look.

"What?" I gently ask her since we are incredibly close to each other.

She nervously glances down at her hands as a cherry-red color brushes itself across her cheeks.

Aww.

"I-Is this okay?" she asks, referring to her removing my clothes.

My confused facial expression instantly turns into an amused one.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have allowed you to get this far if it wasn't," I state matter-of-factly.

She laughs at this, which in turn makes me laugh. She waits until the two of us have caught our breaths before gently dragging the hoodie up my body.

When I usually wear hoodies, I never wear a shirt under them, only a bra, but this time I wore neither. Due to me not wearing a bra underneath this hoodie, my breasts practically bounce out of it, my nipples instantly hardening because of the cold air surrounding us.

Danielle does not notice this as she strictly keeps her eyes only on my face. She pulls the hoodie over my head before standing on her tiptoes and easing the hoodie sleeves over my casts.