What a hard day it had been. She had been helping her sister move into the new apartment all day and was tired. She was on the way home when she decided to stop for a few minutes at her friend Bob's house. As she sat down and was talking about her day he brought her a nice cup of coffee as he usually does. He noticed how she kept trying to stretch and look somewhat in pain. "What's wrong, you look sore?" he asked. "Oh that stupid computer desk my sister has, weighs a ton. I hurt my back. That and all the other junk she has. I'm just sore, I'll be ok." He went over and sat on the couch and motioned for her to come over to him. "Sit here" he said pointing at the spot in front of him. "I'll give you a nice backrub."
"Oh that's okay really," she said.
"Really, it's no problem come on." So she sat on the edge of the couch and he proceeded to work on her shoulders. After a short while she seemed to be relaxing and began feeling better. He expanded his rubbing to her whole back and neck. He would work firmly on her muscles and then gradually get gentler, using his fingernails to lightly scratch up and down her neck. Then he got bold and began running his fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. Then her ears and began touching the back of her neck so softly that he barely made contact.
"Oohhh Bob, I'm drifting away here! This is wonderful, but I'd better get going." They had been friends for several years. This was the first time he touched her other than an occasional hug. What he was doing to her now was becoming more intimate then she had planned on, but it felt good. "Are you sure, why don't you stay just a little longer, I like giving you a rub," he said. "Thanks, you are a good friend, if you don't mind, just a little more would be nice."
"Sure thing" he said, "but lets do it right, come lay down on the bed so I can give you a good rub, it'll be ok." She thought about it for a few brief seconds. If any other guy had just asked her to go into his bedroom and lay down for a massage she would have surely said no thanks. But Bob she trusted, and she liked him, he was a good guy. So she followed him into the bedroom and laid down in the middle of the bed on her stomach. He sat next to her and resumed the rubbing. He worked on her back, her arms and her neck. He took each finger individually and massaged the knuckle. Then after he turned both hands into jello, he ever so gently touched her inner wrists.
Lightly rubbing the area where most people have visible veins. He knew she liked what he was doing, her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were going up every time he touched something just right. He moved back to her head, rubbing each ear. Using his thumbs he massaged her forehead and stroked her eyebrows. Then ran a finger down her nose and rubbed her chin. Then thumbs again on her cheeks. Her eyebrows going up and down the whole time. Then he shifted on the bed and started working on her feet. Just like the fingers he spent time on each individual toe. Then the whole foot, especially the area between the toes. Then her ankles. Then he started her legs, it was difficult as she was wearing jeans. He knew the jeans were taking all of the feeling out of it for her, as her eyebrows stopped moving. He moved his head to hers and whispered "do you trust me?." She opened her eyes and just looked at him, not knowing what he meant. "of course" she said. "why do you ask?."
