“I have the world’s biggest favor to ask of you.”
“Now I’m nervous.”
“Can you rub my neck when I get there? I’m sore.”
“My hands are tiny and weak but absolutely.”
So it began. She answered the door in furry boots and a black robe because she didn’t want to put on clothes. I couldn’t complain. A pale girl with red hair from the other coast, whose face echoed a smiling Natalie Dormer in some ways, whose bra size I incorrectly guessed (silly me said 34C, to whch she laughed and corrected me: 32DD). I felt a tad overdressed – I don’t wear shoes from England out too much but this was as worthwhile an occasion as any – but doubted it mattered, when we’d be undressed soon enough.
I sat between her legs and she rubbed my neck while we chatted. I like to learn about people and glean what I can from them. I was glad that she was amusing and straightforward; we agreed it’s weird for someone to have a cheerleading fetish past their mid-20s (although I’d find it hard to say no if a freshly-turned-18-year-old decided to don her outfit for me as a surprise…but I digress). After a few minutes of neck rubs, we switched. I’m fine at massages, but I just like giving them – plus, it’s attractive to feel a girl’s tension slip away.