Dean quickly headed over to Jenny's to help her with her hair problem.
Jenny opened the door quickly and greeted Dean. "Hello, my love!" she exclaimed, "Please come in. It's getting colder these days, and I don't want you to freeze, now."
Dean complied and made his way inside. "So," he began, "I took it upon myself to help you with your little problem you've been lamenting about."
"My RAM? You got me more RAM for my birthday? Oh thank you, Dean! I've been dying for a new stick for so long..."
"No, I didn't get you any RAM..." Dean was off-put. Maybe he should have gotten the memory. He sure could have used it back then. Oh well, at least it wasn't her birthday yet, so he had time to make it up should this fail. "I got you something... for that hair problem of yours."
By the very mention of 'hair problem', Jenny took a switch quick. "You couldn't have been more prepared. Why, just this morning, I swear I grew a few hairs in each pit. I can't stand such vile hair!"
Dean couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Jenny always seemed to have two things on her mind: her body and her computer. If either one was in error, she would be quick to complain.
Jenny pulled Dean into her room and began to undress. Dean asked, "Well, are you going to take it or not?"
"No," Jenny replied, stark naked and laying on her bed, "You're going to put it on me."
There was no real tension here, as Jenny and Dean have been at it a few times before. Often, they lived around each other nude simply because they felt so comfortable around each other. Dean was only a mite tense in performing the task, since it was really Jenny's problem and not his, but love can transpire boundaries like that.
Dean pulled out a small wooden paddle that came with the bottle, and took some of the cream with it. Gently and evenly, he applied the cream over her armpits, then over the crotch in full. Jenny shivered from the cold feeling of the cream.
After a few moments, the cream faded, and began to take effect...