Hello. My name is Trent, though everyone calls me "Tre." I am a tall man with a little bit of a beer belly, though I am trying to address that. I own Therapy with Tre, a massage therapy clinic in the Midwest. We have a wide range of clients, but a select group of frequent flyers who keep us afloat. This is the story of how I began a legal-ish therapy clinic that makes sure our clients receive exactly what they require.
I have always loved making people feel good. Taking people's pain and tension, giving pleasure and relief in return. In high school, I was quickly the favorite among my friends because I could make them laugh and distract them from boring physics lessons. And they learned that my hands were quite good at making them relax from the stress of the school day. They would rotate who sat in front of me during study hall so that I could give shoulder rubs. After Emmi's volleyball games, she would quickly find me to bring peace to shaking muscles.
Even my guy friends sought me out, though I'll admit I was less thorough in my ministrations to them. I recall one sweet evening when Emmi came to my house after a game, sore as always. She was a libero, so hitting the hard gym floor dozens of times in a match was not an infrequent occurrence. She was my best friend. The sexual tension between us ebbed and flowed as we danced around the issue of our relationship.
It was senior year and we were graduating soon. We knew life was about to change and so I made sure to spend every spare moment of time with her that I could.
She came up to my bedroom, clothes cold from sweat cooled. With her auburn hair back in the tight ponytail she always wore, she was an entrancing sight walking up the stairs in front of me. I allowed myself to stare at her ass as she collapsed on my bed face down.
"Tre... back. Now." She demanded with a pointing motion. I smiled and sat next to her on the bed.
"I'd love to. The usual spots? Here and here?" I asked as my hands slid underneath her jersey and gently touched alongside her spine.
"Mhmm," she murmured into the mattress.
"May I?" As I pulled her shirt up a bit.
"Here. I'm wearing a sports bra." She shifted back onto her knees and pulled her shirt fully off, tossing it off the bed. I'll admit I was taken aback by her lack of modesty. She usually was careful not to open the proverbial door to intimacy too quickly. She knew that it wouldn't take much before the two of us got hot and heavy. But I guess that night she was just tired and in pain, wanting relief as quickly as she could get it.
I grabbed the lotion off the bedside table, warmed some up in my hands and started pressing and pulling on her skin. Soon the tight muscles loosened and the tension flowed out of her. I could see her melting into the comforter. As I continued my work, I asked her how she felt about the game. Emmi was hoping to play on a college team and was therefore highly competitive. I had often helped her practice. She talked through her excitements and frustrations, describing volleys to me as if I had not watched every single one. But I didn't mind. I just enjoyed being with her and seeing her grow so content and relaxed underneath my touch. While she continued talking, I swung a leg over her and straddled her so I could have better reach. I will say that I enjoyed sitting on her bottom. I tried not to think of it too much, otherwise she would quickly feel how much I was enjoying it.
"Hey, do you want me to do your upper back? Normally I'd just undo the clasp and whatnot, but..."
"Um, yeah. Sure. Just scoot back so I can take this off."
I scooched my butt back so I was astride her calves as she leaned back onto her knees again. Keeping her face pretty much in the covers, she took her sports bra off. I was astounded. She had never taken her clothes off in front of me. Even though I couldn't see anything from behind, I started to get hard. Even just seeing her naked back made me aroused. I adjusted my dick so she wouldn't feel it pressing into her ass and inched forward again. I put more lotion into my hands and began working her upper back and shoulders. Pressing and pulling, squeezing and releasing, digging my knuckles into her tight muscles. She would moan and pant in response to my movements, but after ten or so minutes, you could visibly see her body go from rocks to puddy. She had stopped talking a few minutes into this part of the massage.
"How's that feeling?"
"Incredible..." she moaned.
"Do you want me to keep working on this part of your body, or is there somewhere else you'd like more?"
She hesitated. Then quietly, she said, "Honestly, my legs are awful. Calves and thighs. My hip flexors are trash. And my pecs are still pretty tight too." She paused as I got off her butt and put my hands on the back of her thighs. "Is that too much to ask? I don't mean to take advantage of you. You're too nice to me."
"I love doing this shit."
"Oh, I know. I know what view I'm giving you," she said with a flirtatious tone in her voice. "But you've already been rubbing on me for like, half an hour. Your hands aren't tired?"
"Nope. I'm good!" I responded as I kept working on the back of her thighs. I had to press hard to release the knots that had formed in her muscles. I worked my way down until I stopped just above her ankles. She had ticklish feet.
"How are your legs feeling?"
"Good," she muttered. "But my hip flexors are still tight as hell."
"Okay... how do you want me to work on those?"
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Like... should I just reach underneath you and rub through your shorts? Do you want to turn over? I can hand you your shirt if you want." My voice trembled a bit. I didn't know what I was hoping for at this point. I knew I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her cum. But I was terrified to voice any of these thoughts.
"I can turn over."
And before I could even process what was happening, she started twisting her hips, forcing me to rise up on my knees to give her room. Her pert breasts came into view and I was... almost star struck. Her C cup breasts were perfect to me with their soft brown areola and erect nipples.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed as I covered my eyes. "Did you want your shirt?!"
And in a quiet, soft, and sweet voice, she said, "No. I trust you."
I felt her body shift underneath me, so I opened my eyes again. This perfect vision was wriggling out of her shorts, revealing a black cotton thong. My best friend, practically naked before me, laid her arms by her head and smiled at my obvious awestruck expression.
"Well?" She giggled. "Get to work!" She said this with a smile and an adorable motioning of her hand as a queen does to her subjects. I was a very willing servant for my lady. I moved my legs so that I was now straddling just one of hers. Being careful not to put too much weight on her, I pushed her other leg out to the side so that Emmi was spread eagle before me. My eyes traveled up and down her toned body.
Slowly I grabbed my quickly emptying bottle of lotion and started working my hands back up her thigh. This time, though, my touch was tender and smooth. I pressed up that most sensitive part of the body until I reached her hip flexor. My hands had a slight tremble, for I was tingling with anticipation that I was closer than ever to touching her most intimate of spaces. I pushed and pulled on her inner thigh, paying close attention to her reactions.
Soon I could hear her throat emitting sounds that sounded so erotic in my ear. It was like she was trying not to moan and finding herself on the very verge of failing. I let my hands press a little farther up each time until her underwear was only just covering her pussy lips. But I stopped there.
I couldn't find the courage to tear that scrap of fabric away and ravage Emmi until she couldn't cum anymore. I don't know if it was fear, uncertainty, or just because she hadn't asked for it. To this day, I hold a small sense of regret that I didn't go further. But my heart can at least have peace knowing that I respected her. Knowing that she wasn't an object to be used for my lusts - but rather a friend who I wanted to make happy.
So that's what I did. I kept massaging her hip and tendons until each side was relaxed. I thoroughly enjoyed the smallest glimpse I had of her pussy, which I could have sworn was wet. I moved off her legs and sat next to Emmi on the bed, where I gently rubbed her stomach, swooped up over her breasts to rub her pecs, and slowly trailed my hands down over her breasts. I couldn't help myself and so I tweaked her nipples just a bit. And if her sharp inhalations were to indicate anything, she seemed to enjoy those moments as well.
It seemed the wonderful moment was coming to a close. To wrap things up, I moved one last time so that I was at her feet, almost hanging off the bed. And I traced my hands up her legs, pausing at different points to massage one last time. I arrived at her underwear and stomach, where I felt a moment of boldness. So I kneaded her thighs and pushed my hands underneath her thong, drew my thumbs from the bottom of her pussy, over her clit, through the tufts of pubic hair, and withdrew my hands. I continued my retracing of her body, skimmed over her breasts, and ended up lying on top of her with my hands cradling her face. She looked at me, smiled, and said "Love you, Tre."