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I blinked slowly, not quite comprehending what she'd just said. "Excuse me?"
"Oh," Honey bit her pink lip, looking suddenly unsure. "I'm sorry. I thought… this is the way we normally-"
"It's fine. Sorry, I just… I didn't realize you'd be okay with getting semi-naked for me."
We both hovered awkwardly for a moment.
"Here, let me turn around." I spun on my heel, crossing my arms and willing my dick to settle the fuck down.
Behind me I heard Honey move. There was a rustle of clothing, a creak of the bed, then the sound of her settling.
"Okay, I'm ready."
Her quiet call had me turning almost immediately.
Skin. So much gorgeous, pale, beautiful skin.
Thank you, Jesus. This must be heaven.
Chapter Three
Honey
I closed my eyes, trying to slow my breathing.
This is fine. He's just being nice. He's not at all interested in you that way.
I heard Tristan moving around the room.
"Do you want some music on?" His voice was low, just a fraction above a whisper.
"Sure," I replied in the same tone.
I heard him fiddle with the stereo and a moment later soft piano music filtered out.
I breathed again, listening to him shuffle this way and that. I heard him scoop some oil, coat his hands, and then move towards the bed.
This is fine. You're fine. It's just a massage. Nothing more-
OH MY GOD!
His hands came down to rest on the middle of my back. Immediately my body broke out in goosebumps, every part of me hyper aware of the fact this man, my teenage crush, was touching me.
Using slow gentle strokes, he covered my back in the warm oil.
"You'll have to guide me from here," he whispered. "I could just keep doing this but I'm not sure how effective it'd be." He brushed his hands up my back in semi circles, emphasizing his point.
"Actually, your technique isn't bad." I whispered back, sinking deeper into the treatment table. "But let's try a little more pressure."
"Like this?" His hands slowed but his thumbs and palms pressed into my muscles, kneading the tight knots.
"Perfect," I whispered, enjoying this far too much. "Now just do what feels natural to you. I'll tell you if something hurts or doesn't feel good."
He followed my words, hands running up and down in slow circular motions. It felt good. So damn good. I drifted, my mind conjuring up images of cabanas and long massages from Tristan under the sun that lead to-
I let out a needy little moan then froze. Tristan's hands paused on my lower back.
"Is that good?" he asked, his voice low.
