Acceptance Of A Deeper Connection

The day was perfect. The temperature was not too warm nor too cool. The sky was a beautiful baby blue with puffs of pure white clouds dancing across it. Daniel left the door open to his modest studio as he put the final preparations together to have the room ready for Maria. Sunlight streamed through the large mirrored windows--the kind where you can see out, but no one can see in. The brilliance of it can set just the right mood for clients seeking massage therapy services.

The massage table stood in the center of the room, crisp white sheets draped over it. The scent of lavender filled the air. For him, this space symbolized a rebirth of sorts. Just over 11 months ago, Rebekkah, his fiancé, up and left without a word. He hadn't heard from her once. He came home from work one evening to find her belongings gone and a note on the kitchen counter that read:

This isn't something I want anymore. I'm sorry.

Her parents either didn't have any answers for him or just didn't want to give him any. Her friends either didn't know why she bolted or simply wouldn't entertain the conversation with him. They all just urged him to move on. She apparently did - with the affair partner he found out about a few months after she left. She moved halfway across the country to be with him.

As he mindlessly double-checked everything, making sure things were where they needed to be, he glanced at the clock. She'd be here any minute. A strange mix of nerves and excitement washed over him. Strange because he hadn't felt this kind of positive, yet nervous, energy in quite a while, and Maria was the only one who seemed to inspire those feelings. She'd been his lifeline early on after everything with Rebekkah.

She was the only friend of hers who saw what she had done to him and didn't remain neutral or shy away from him. It was Maria's warmth and wit that had kept him sane in the early going. As time went on, they grew closer. Texting constantly, sharing thoughts and feelings no matter how possibly out there they were, and yet, there was always a barrier Maria would put up. There was hesitation from her that he could never quite understand but respected nonetheless.

Daniel sometimes wondered if maybe Maria wasn't really into him romantically, which was fine - if a little disappointing. But then there were these moments they would share that had him convinced she was. Little touches. Lingering glances. Just all the little things that happen between two people who care for one another and not just as friends.

A quick knock on the open door broke him from his thoughts. He turned to find Maria standing there, wearing a loose sundress that brushed her knees. Her dark hair was pulled back, and her warm brown eyes held a hint of uncertainty. She gave him a smile, hoping to mask the nervous energy flowing through her.

"You're not going to let me back out, are you?" she teased, her voice soft but playful.

"Not a chance," he replied, grinning as he stepped aside to let her in. "You've been dodging this free massage offer for months. It's time to collect."

She laughed lightly, the sound easing some of the tension in the room. "Fine, fine. But just a regular massage, okay? None of your fancy energy stuff or whatever."

"Awww, man. Now, what am I going to do with all the crystals and healing herbs I bought on Amazon?" he joked.

They shared a chuckle, and then he showed her to the curtained-off area where she could change in privacy. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, she nodded and stepped behind the curtain. He walked away and busied himself, adjusting the table, making sure the oil was warm but not too hot, and otherwise keeping his mind from wandering too deep into the "what-ifs" that had swirled between them for months now.

A few minutes later, he came back to the room. Maria was already lying face down on the table, the sheet draped neatly over her back. Her bare shoulders catching his attention as the warm light of the setting sun shone on them at just the right angle.

Placing one hand on the edge of the table and the other gently on her shoulder, he asked softly, "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she murmured, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Not just knowing she was stripped down in nothing but her panties under the sheet but the softness of his touch on her shoulder. Her skin instantly warmed, and her mind wandered at the feeling of his skin touching hers. Her arousal began to grow, but she desperately didn't want to show any signs of it.

He started with slow, methodical movements over her shoulders and upper back. Kneading away the tension she seemed to perpetually carry. Her muscles were tight, but she gradually began to relax under his touch. Moments later he could feel her breathing deepen, her guard finally melting away.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Mhm, she hummed. "This feels... really good."

He smiled and continued to let himself sink into the rhythm of the massage. His hands moved down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, then gently but firmly working her arms before moving onto the tops of her thighs. He could tell he found one of her spots just along the inside of her right thigh as she tensed ever so slightly when his touch grazed the area. The way her body responded to his touch and the soft sounds of contentment she made made him more aware of how much he cared for her.

Her mind raced as his touch along that region became softer and more purposeful. Her arousal grew more and more. A part of her wanted him to just take her right then, but she knew she couldn't risk that. Their friendship, the bond they've developed, means so much to her. She didn't want to freak him out if he wasn't... she immediately flushed those thoughts from her mind as he leaned into her ear.

"Okay. Time for you to roll over."

He turned his head away and held part of the sheet up to make it easier for her to roll onto her back, mindful not to sneak a glance at her breast. The thought of seeing her breasts only made the weight of his restrained cock adjust itself on his behalf. He attempted to adjust himself without the use of his hands, but the head of his cock simply shifted and gently rubbed against his briefs, causing a tingling to run through the entire length of him.

He quickly refocused and returned to massaging her shoulders and arms again. Then, out of nowhere, he leaned close to her, his voice barely above a whisper, and asked, "Maria, can I massage your breasts?"

One of the biggest risks he had taken in a long time made even riskier because it was with someone he realized he cared deeply for.

Her breath hitched. Several heartbeats went by before she whispered back, "Okay."

She pulled the sheet down to just below her belly button, exposing her soft, perfectly round breasts. Her nipples weren't just erect but pierced. This surprised him, but not in a negative way. His cock immediately tried to free itself to no avail.

He worked carefully, keeping his touch soft and respectful as he gently massaged each breast using slow, soft, circular motions as he half-cupped each one from underneath. Maria let out a soft moan of contentment and pleasure. The room seemed to hum with unspoken energy, a connection neither of them had dared to fully acknowledge before.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice full of care. Though his breath was a touch shaky.

She could tell he was turned on. She was turned on, knowing that he was turned on. Almost as if they were each feeding off of and energizing each other with their own mutual attraction and sexual energy.

"Yes, very okay," she said, her voice barely audible, though her breathing was getting heavier.

His fingers brushed over her skin, and for a moment, everything felt natural, easy. But as his hands roamed further, moving toward the edge of her panties, Maria's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

"Wait," she said quickly, her voice panicked. "I can't," she said. Her words tumbled out as she was now trying to simultaneously cover herself with the sheet and sit up.

His eyes fixated on hers, a sad, nervous look blanketing his face.

"I am so sorry, Maria," he said, putting his hands in the air, unsure of what to do or say. "I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable. I thought... I don't know what I thought. I was just feeling the energy between us."

Still trying to free herself from the table and keeping herself covered, she looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I can't... I didn't mean for this to--"

Before she could finish her sentence, the sheet slipped as she fumbled with it, falling to the floor as she went to stand. Time seemed to slow as his eyes fell to her groin, where a distinct bulge pressed against her underwear. The realization hit him like a bag of bricks, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Maria froze. Her face was a mix of terror and shame. Her eyes welled with tears, but she fought to keep them from falling. "I--I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice breaking. "I didn't know how to tell you. I--"

"Maria," he interrupted, his voice soft but firm.

Her eyes darted to his, bracing for rejection, for disgust. But when she met his gaze, all she saw was a tenderness she wasn't expecting.

"I see you," he said simply. "I've always seen you. And nothing about this changes who you are to me."

Her breath caught, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "But... I should have told you--"

He shook his head, stepping closer. "Maria, you're the most beautiful, caring, intelligent woman I've ever met. Getting to know you has been one of the best things that has happened to me. This doesn't change that."

She stared at him, her emotions a whirlwind of fear, relief, and hope. "You're not... upset?"

He smiled gently. "Confused? Sure. But upset? Never. You're still you, Maria. To me, you are the woman of my dreams. That's all I care about."

Her tears came freely now, but they were no longer ones of shame or fear. She stood upright before him as herself--no barriers, no pretenses. And when he pulled her into his arms, she let herself melt into the embrace, feeling truly seen and accepted for the first time by another man who didn't treat her like a novelty to discard when he was over it.

He kissed her softly at first, then deeper as the tension between them transformed into something tender and undeniable. When they finally broke apart, he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Lay back down," he said, his voice low and warm. "I've never done this before, but I want to try."

She hesitated for only a moment before nodding, trusting him completely. As she lay on the table yet again, she said to him, "You don't have to do anything. We can take our time and figure it out."

He shook his head and placed a hand against her cheek. "No. I may not have the slightest clue of what to do and have it be good for you, but I want to. If we don't now, I worry we may never."

The hesitation. The fear. All of it from both of them dissipated. All that was left was the quiet determination of the intimacy between two people who had crossed that initial threshold together. His hands moved slowly over her skin and down her body with purpose and care. Every single touch reaffirming his acceptance of her. Every touch signaling his desire to make her feel cherished.

At first, he used a single finger to softly move up and down along the outline of her cock underneath her panties. Once he could tell how fully aroused she was, he slowly removed them and looked at it. The fullness of it. How familiar it looked but also different. He had never handled any cock other than his own.

He had never been turned on by the thought of playing with one that wasn't his, but this was different. It wasn't about the genitals themselves, but instead, it was about the person he was about to share this brand-new experience with.

His hands still slick with massage oil, he gently wrapped his hand around the base of her shaft and began to very slowly move his hand up and down. Not really trying to get her off but more to tease and play. He used his other hand to squeeze her breasts and rub her nipples. Her sounds of pleasure and sex were intoxicating to him.

He listened to her breathing getting heavier, deeper. It was at that moment he decided to just go for it. He lowered his head closer to the tip of her cock, looked her in the eyes for a solid heartbeat before looking at it again, and began to lick around the tip.

"Daniel," she gasped. Her breath getting shakier now.

Then, he lowered his mouth over it and placed the entirety of the head into his mouth and began to gently suck and lick around the underneath edge of her head with his mouth completely closed and his hand beginning to more purposefully stroking her shaft up and down.

He could tell she was getting close as her moans became louder and more frequent.

"Oh..my..god..," she let out without any sense of control. "I'm coming, Daniel. You're making me come."

Her back arched, and her body tensed as, for the first time ever, Daniel was on the receiving end of the blowjob. As Maria filled his mouth with her warm self, he was thinking for a moment that it wasn't actually all that bad. He took a breath and braced himself before swallowing. Maria's body collapsed back onto the table as he lifted his head, looked her in the eyes, and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth.

"I hope that was okay," he said. Unsure of just how good at it he was, considering it was his first time doing something like that.

She smiled at him, "It was amazing." she said, her whole body glowing.

She sat up, leaned in to kiss him, and scooted off the table. Turning around, she leaned over the table now, exposing her bare ass to him. Looking over her shoulder, "Now, I want you to take me." she said.

The thought of anal excited him greatly. He had always wanted to try it, but none of his previous partners were willing. He slathered a generous amount of oil onto his firm cock and slowly pressed his throbbing tip against the outside of her rear entrance. She could tell he was trying to be gentle, not wanting to go too quickly and hurt her. She pushed her backside into him just enough to help push his own cock inside her.

"Oh, wow," he muttered. "That feels really good."

All Maria could get out was a grunted moan.

"I want you to really enjoy yourself," she said as he started to slowly plunge just half of his full length into her initially. She moaned deeply as he thrust deeper into her.

He began to thrust his full length in and out of her, not too fast but not too slow either. There was a certain rhythm to how he was handling her. As he neared his peak, he began to thrust a touch faster and then moved a hand and placed it on the back of her neck. Holding her down enough but not so much she wouldn't be able to break his hold if she wanted to.

They both moaned in immense pleasure as his cock began throbbing and pulsating with the force of each shooting of his seed into her. He collapsed onto her back, still inside of her. Cock still pulsating slightly.

In that moment of finality, they both knew something had certainly shifted between them -- and it wasn't just lust. It was a deeper connection built on honesty, trust, and acceptance. He planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck and just laid there on top of her back a moment longer, both of them soaking in the feeling of the moment and what they had just experienced together.