Quite a few years ago now, I had a very good FWB relationship with this girl. We had a very adventurous, very healthy dynamic. Pretty great. But that’s not the point of this story. This is when she got me a massage for Christmas.
What made it interesting was that it was a massage from her friend. Now this wasn’t just a clear — I’m going to let you fuck my friend situation. Her friend was legit training to become an RMT. Her name was Heather. Super cute girl. Canadian, but of Asian descent. Probably no more than 5’0, and 100 pounds.
I was obviously attracted to her, though me and my FWB had never talked about her in any sort of fantasy (which would not have been uncommon). So when I learned she was going to be giving me a massage, I definitely hoped there was something afoot. But I honestly wasn’t sure.
When the day came, I texted my FWB to let her know that I was on my way and said thank you again. She replied: “Have fun” and then added that ever-so suggestive winky face. Now, I was definitely intrigued.