"Hey Rick, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure Leslie, what's up?"

I was over at her house and we were getting ready to go out for the evening.  An evening of drinking and socializing and dancing.  Lori, her roommate, was in the bathroom doing whatever it is that girls do to themselves that takes half an hour when they say five minutes.

Leslie was looking a bit uncomfortable.  "Well, I don't want to embarass you because we're friends, but I need you to check something for me."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Do I have camel-toe?"

I raised an eyebrow at her request, but realizing that it's not very often that a woman as sexy as Leslie asks you to look at her crotch.  So I did.

"Um, yeah.  You do have camel-toe."

"Damn it!  All of my jeans show my toe!  I can't go out like this and I don't want to put on my fat jeans.  I can barely get them to stay up."

I thought about it and decided, what the heck.  "So you really want to wear those jeans and not show toe?"

She looked at me like I was licking the glass on the short bus.  "Well, yeah.  That's the whole point."

"What if I told you that I can make your toe go away while you still get to wear those pants?"

"Then I'd be all for it.  But how?"

I stood up next to her.  "You have to trust me on this, ok?"  She nodded warily.  "I have to put my hand down your pants to make your toe go away."

"Uh, I don't know Rick.  We're friends and all, but I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with 'benefits'."

"I know.  But we can try this to see if you approve, or you can wear the jeans that require you to wear a belt to keep them up."

She stared at me for what seemed like five minutes before saying "Ok.  But don't think that this means we're going to start fucking."

"Don't worry," I looked into her eyes "I promise to hate this as much as you will."

"Yeah right."  And then she smiled.  "Go ahead and get to third base so we can go out."

I smiled back at her and then wrapped my left arm around her and unbuttoned her jeans with my right hand.  I slowly pushed my hand down the front of her jeans and found that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Do you always go commando?"

"I hate underwear.  I'm not wearing a bra either, but you don't get to touch my tits.  Are you done yet?"

"Nope, just getting a feel for where… Ah, there we are."  I felt the bottom of her slit with my finger and I gave it a slight pinch.

"Hey, that kind of hurt and… what are you?  Oh!  Oh, my…"

Her face flushed as she bit her lip to try to mask that she was enjoying what I was doing.  After a few seconds of this, I pulled my hand from her pants and buttoned them back up with my left hand.

"Wow.  You have talented fingers.  So what did you do?  Is my camel-toe gone?"  She was adjusting her jeans and looking down at her crotch.

I reinspected her jeans.  "Just as I told you, no more toe."

"Cool.  Will it stay like this all night?"

"Yep."  I grinned at her.

"Great!  So wha'd you do down there?  With talent like that I might let you down there again."

"You have no idea how talented I am."  My grin got even bigger.  "Are you sure you want to know what I did?"

"Hmm.  Maybe not.  Maybe I'll just let you fix my toe whenever we go out.  I'm gonna go fix my hair before we go drink."

"If you say so."  I sat down on her couch and waited for the door to close to the bathroom.  As soon as she was out of sight, I opened my right hand to reveal her detached and smoothly shaven pussy.

Five bucks says she and Lori come out screaming wanting to know what I did to her in the next two minutes.  Ten bucks says I can get Lori to smooth out her camel-toe as well.  Twenty says I get to keep both of their pussies in my pocket for the night.