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On a crisp morning with the sun barely creeping through the dorm room window, Winnie Carruthers, a lanky teenager with a mischievous grin, stretches her limbs and lets out a yawn, exposing her tongue piercing. She rubs her eyes and spots her roommate, Bernie Simon, already up and rummaging through her wardrobe.
"Damn, Bernie, we're running low on toothpaste again," Winnie grumbles in a raspy voice. "And that cinnamon mouthwash is like a fiery dragon's breath. My mouth feels like it's on fire."
Bernie, styled in a sleek undercut and vibrant purple highlights, turns around with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, well, Miss Carruthers. Looks like you need some relief." She winks, walking towards Winnie with a playful stride.
Winnie's eyes light up with curiosity. "Oh, do you have a secret stash of toothpaste? Or maybe some magical mouthwash that doesn't burn like hell?" She leans forward, her tank top riding up and revealing a hint of her abs.
"Better," Bernie whispers, her breath tickling Winnie's ear as she leans in close. "I've got something that'll make your morning breath fresh and your senses alive."
Intrigued, Winnie asks, "And what might that be, Bern?"
With a swift motion, Bernie produces a sleek, custom-made knife from her wardrobe, its handle wrapped in black leather and the blade glistening menacingly. "A little... mouthwash," she says, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Winnie's eyes widen in excitement and nervousness. "You're not suggesting...?"
"Oh, but I am," Bernie interrupts, her voice husky. "You know I'm an artist, Winnie. And what's more artistic than using my tools to create sensations?"
Winnie swallows, her heart racing. "You want to... cut my breath away?"
"Not cut, Win. I want to carve," Bernie corrects her, running the knife's edge along Winnie's jawline, sending shivers down her spine. "Let me sculpt the breath right out of you." As Bernie speaks, she gently guides Winnie to the bed, the knife's cool edge pressing against her skin. "Trust me, Winnie. I'll make you feel things you've never felt before."
Winnie's mind races with anticipation and a hint of fear. "And if... if I bleed?"
Bernie chuckles, her breath warm on Winnie's neck. "That's the beauty of it, my adventurous runner. A little blood never hurt anyone. It's all part of the art."
As the knife traces circles on Winnie's collarbone, she lets out a nervous giggle. "You're insane, Bernie. But I can't say I'm not intrigued."
"That's my girl," Bernie purrs, her lips brushing Winnie's ear. "Now, lie back and let the knife do the talking."
With trepidation and arousal coursing through her veins, Winnie complies. Her body tenses as she feels the knife's first touch on her tongue, a foreign sensation that sends sparks through her nerves. Bernie's steady hands begin her artistic endeavor, scraping and slicing away at the source of Winnie's complaints. Winnie's breath hitches, her body squirming as much from the ticklish sensation as from the thrill of the unknown. Bernie's concentration is that of a master sculptor, her knife dancing and gliding with precision, shaping and molding Winnie's breath, and with it, her very essence.
The room fills with heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and the occasional sharp intake of breath as the knife's edge teases sensitive spots. Winnie's hands grip the bedsheets, her body arching involuntarily as Bernie's artistic vision unfolds.
"There," Bernie finally breathes, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Winnie, her body trembling, sits up, her mouth now a work of art, a unique design that only Bernie could create.
"You..." Winnie starts, her voice hoarse, "You mad genius. I've never felt anything like it."
Bernie smiles with satisfaction and pride evident in her eyes. "Art, Winnie, is in the eye of the beholder. And today, you are my masterpiece."
As the morning sun bathes the campus in a warm glow, Winnie, buzzing from the intense experience with Bernie, hurriedly gathers her books and rushes out of the dorm, her mind racing with thoughts of her impending class. The sensation in her mouth, a tingle like no other, serves as a persistent reminder of Bernie's handiwork.
Bernie, with a satisfied smirk, slips into her beloved leather jacket and heads to the corner store, a peculiar place known for its diverse assortment of goods. She saunters through the aisles, her gaze scanning the shelves laden with ordinary items, until she reaches the oral care section. The assortment of toothpaste and mouthwashes presents a vibrant spectacle, each brand vying for attention with promises of freshness, whitening, and an array of flavors. Bernie, with a discerning eye, initiates her scrutiny, grabbing tubes and bottles as if they were prospective canvases for her next creation.
She squeezes a tube of peppermint toothpaste, envisioning the minty burst it could unleash in someone's mouth. "Too ordinary," she scoffs, returning it to its place.
A mouthwash boasting 'Extreme Freshness' captures her attention. The bottle, featuring a polar bear in a snowstorm, promises an icy blast with every rinse. Bernie chuckles, picturing the surprise on someone's face after a gulp of this frigid potion.
"Not bad," she whispers, "but my art demands a more intimate touch."
Her fingers brush against a sleek black tube labeled 'Midnight Mint'. The packaging, shrouded in mystery, piques her curiosity. Bernie twists the cap, inhaling the deep, dark mint fragrance, a scent that hints at a sensory adventure. "Now this," she muses, "could be intriguing."
An onlooking customer, an elderly gentleman, notices Bernie's unusual behavior and offers a friendly smile. "May I assist you, young lady? Are you overwhelmed by the choices?"
Bernie's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Oh, I'm not seeking anything particular, sir. I'm an artist, you understand. And these," she gestures to the oral care products, "are my potential instruments."
The gentleman's eyebrows arch in curiosity. "An artist, you say? And what sort of art do you create with these?"
Bernie leans closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "The kind of art that imprints a lasting memory, sir. The kind that challenges people's perceptions and welcomes the unforeseen."
Intrigued, the gentleman laughs. "Well, that's a novel approach to art. I've witnessed paintings, sculptures, but never toothpaste and mouthwash as artistic mediums."
Bernie's smile broadens, her mind already envisioning her next masterpiece. "Oh, but they are, sir. With my touch, I can orchestrate sensations that will leave people breathless, quite literally."
As Bernie continues her exploration, the corner store transforms into her temporary studio, each product a potential canvas for her distinctive artistic expression. And in her imagination, the possibilities are as infinite as the flavors and sensations waiting to be unleashed. Her quest for the perfect oral care ensemble is akin to a treasure hunt, each discovery thrilling her more than the previous. As she delves deeper into the store's offerings, her excitement intensifies, fueled by the prospect of finding items that complement her unique artistic vision.
In a secluded corner of the store, hidden behind a display of everyday items, Bernie uncovers a treasure trove — a morbidly festive collection that seems tailor-made for her eccentric tastes. The darkly themed set showcases a toothpaste and mouthwash duo, their packaging adorned with intricate skull and crossbones designs, a playful nod to the macabre.
"Perfection," Bernie whispers, her eyes sparkling with delight.
The toothpaste, a deep crimson gel, promises a 'Blood-Red Smile', while the mouthwash, a clear liquid with floating red specks, claims to 'Haunt Your Breath'. She can't resist the allure of such morbidly captivating names. Bernie's discovery doesn't stop there. Alongside the toothpaste and mouthwash, she finds a matching set of toothbrushes, their handles designed as miniature bones, complete with intricate skeletal detailing. A toothbrush holder, shaped like a miniature coffin, and a spit cup set, each cup featuring a distinct grim reaper design, complete the eerie collection.
"This collection is to die for," Bernie muses, her excitement palpable. She picks up a bottle of blood-red soap, its label reading 'Clean to the Grave', and examines the intricate details of the tiny casket packaging. "Even the soap is a masterpiece," she chuckles, envisioning her dorm mates' shocked expressions upon seeing this macabre collection.
The store owner, a wise woman with a knowing smile, approaches Bernie, sensing her enthusiasm. "Quite a discovery, isn't it? We often attract students from the local art school who appreciate the unique and unconventional."
Bernie's eyes light up. "Oh, this is ideal for my artistic endeavors. I can already picture my friends' reactions when they see this."
The store owner nods, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "They'll be captivated, for sure. It's always a joy to witness young artists embracing the darker side of creativity."
As Bernie heads to the checkout counter, her arms filled with the morbidly festive oral care collection, she feels a sense of satisfaction. This discovery is more than a shopping trip; it's a testament to her unique artistic vision, embracing the unconventional and celebrating the macabre. With each step, she imagines Winnie's reactions, knowing this morbidly festive ensemble will be the dorm's talk, leaving a lasting impression, much like her artistic creations with her trusted knife.
The sun shines brightly when Winnie returns to the dorm, her arms laden with fragrant bags of Chinese takeout, the delicious aroma filling the hallway. She has spent the morning in class, her mind occasionally wandering to the intimate encounter with Bernie, leaving her both excited and curious about her friend's reaction to the oral care surprise she has planned.
"Bernie!" Winnie calls out, swinging open the dorm room door. "I'm back, and I've brought a feast!"
Bernie, engrossed in sketching a new design, looks up from her drawing pad, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Winnie and the tantalizing bags. "Perfect timing, Winnie! I was just taking a break from my creation."
Winnie places the bags on the table, steam rising from the containers, revealing a variety of dishes: crispy spring rolls, savory fried rice, and mouthwatering kung pao chicken.
"I thought we deserved a proper lunch after this morning's adventures," she winks, recalling the intense experience with a mix of excitement and amusement.
Bernie's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Oh, I have something to make this lunch even more memorable."
She rises from her chair, her movements graceful, and retrieves the morbidly festive oral care collection from her drawer. Winnie's eyes widen as Bernie reveals the skull-adorned toothpaste and mouthwash, the miniature bone-handled toothbrushes, and the eerie spit cup set.
"What is this?" she exclaims, her curiosity piqued.
"A little surprise," Bernie explains, her voice filled with excitement. "I call it 'The Dark Side of Freshness'. I thought it would add a unique twist to our lunch."
Curious, Winnie picks up the 'Blood-Red Smile' toothpaste, examining the intricate skull design. "This is intense. And the mouthwash, 'Haunt Your Breath'? You have a morbid sense of humor, Bernie."
"It's all part of the experience," Bernie replies, her eyes gleaming. "Shall we indulge in this delicious food and then freshen up with a twist?"
They settle onto the bed, plates filled with Chinese delicacies, and dig in, savoring the flavors and sharing stories from their morning classes.
As they finish their meal, Bernie produces the miniature coffin-shaped toothbrush holder and the blood-red soap. "Time for the grand finale," she announces, anticipation in her voice.
Winnie, accustomed to Bernie's eccentricities, plays along. "I can't wait to see what this entails."
The room fills with anticipation as Bernie hands Winnie one of the bone-handled toothbrushes and a dollop of the crimson toothpaste. "Let's brighten your smile, Winnie."
With curiosity and amusement, Winnie begins brushing her teeth, the unusual flavor and macabre packaging creating a unique sensory journey. Bernie, the artist, watches with satisfaction, knowing she has successfully infused her unique brand of creativity into their ordinary lunch.
As she rinses with the 'Haunt Your Breath' mouthwash, the spicy cinnamon sensation adding a fiery kick, Winnie laughs, "Bernie, you're incredible. Who knew oral care could be so entertaining?"
Bernie grins, her eyes sparkling. "Art is everywhere, even in the mundane."
As the playful atmosphere envelops the dorm room, Bernie's artistic instincts ignite, fueled by Winnie's enthusiastic response to her morbidly festive oral care collection. The knife, her trusted tool, rests on the bedside table, beckoning to be part of this unique moment. Bernie's eyes lock onto the knife and then shift to Winnie, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.
"You know, Win, there's another way to freshen up that I'd love to explore with you."
Winnie's eyes sparkle with anticipation as she sets down her toothbrush and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh, do tell, Bernie. I'm all ears... and more."
With deliberate steps, Bernie approaches Winnie, her movements graceful and purposeful. She picks up the knife, its blade glinting in the sunlight, and holds it up, her eyes fixed on Winnie's.
"Let me sculpt a different kind of freshness, one that will leave you breathless."
Winnie's heart races, a mix of excitement and desire coursing through her veins. She understands that Bernie's knife is an extension of her artistic expression, and the thought of being the canvas for her friend's creativity is exhilarating. In a swift motion, Winnie closes the distance between them, her lips meeting Bernie's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwine, and the spicy flavors from the mouthwash add a playful twist to their embrace.
Breaking the kiss, Winnie smiles, her eyes filled with mischief. "I'm ready, Bernie. Let's see what your knife and these new toys can do."
Bernie's heart pounds with anticipation as Winnie sits on the bathroom counter, her body relaxed and inviting. She begins by gently running the bone-handled toothbrush along Winnie's neck, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. The crimson toothpaste, applied with deliberate strokes, creates a unique sensation, its flavor both sweet and slightly metallic.
"Mmm, Bernie, that feels..." Winnie trails off, her breath catching as Bernie's knife joins the dance, its cool edge tracing patterns on her skin, leaving goosebumps in its path.
"Shh, just feel," Bernie whispers, her voice husky.
She starts to carefully carve and design, using the knife with precision, creating intricate patterns on Winnie's skin. The blood-red soap, lathered on Winnie's body, adds a sensual element to the experience, its scent filling the air. Winnie's breath quickens, her body arching and twisting as Bernie's knife and toothbrush work in harmony, sculpting and stimulating. The spit cup, filled with the 'Haunt Your Breath' mouthwash, is within reach, its cinnamon heat adding a fiery contrast to the cool caress of the knife.
"You're an artist, Bernie," Winnie gasps, her voice laced with pleasure. "This... this is like nothing I've ever known."
Bernie's focus remains unwavering, her hands moving with purpose, creating a masterpiece on Winnie's body. The miniature coffin toothbrush holder, now empty, stands as a silent observer of the intimate and artistic ritual unfolding in the dorm bathroom. As the session peaks, Winnie's body trembles, her breath coming in short gasps, and Bernie's knife makes one final, delicate stroke, sealing their shared creation.
"Incredible," Winnie whispers, her eyes filled with awe and admiration. "You've taken my breath away, quite literally."
Bernie smiles, her satisfaction mirrored in Winnie's glowing expression. "Art is a powerful force. And today, we've crafted something truly extraordinary."