Jim's Discoveries
Chapter 2 - Susan
I was living in my apartment in Kansas City and working two jobs. Neither one paid very well, but it wasn't too difficult to handle both of them, and I really didn't have much of a social life, so it probably kept me out of trouble. I had found some decent places to go, and I liked the faster pace of living in the city. I really didn't have any friends, though. My best friend, Danny, was finishing up college in Iowa, and the only people I really knew in Kansas City were my coworkers and my next-door neighbor, Susan. I would get together with my coworkers for happy hour now and again, but most of them were a little older and were married, some with kids, so our evenings out were over pretty early.
Susan worked at the local Honda dealership. Her boyfriend was in the Army, and was stationed in North Carolina, so they didn't get to see each other much. She didn't have many friends locally, either, so we hung out quite a lot. Susan was just two years older than me, and while she was pretty, I knew she had a boyfriend, so I never gave that a single thought. As a result, she was my buddy. We'd meet in her unit or mine (we shared a common wall) and put away a six-pack of beer most weekend nights. She liked a lot of the same stuff I did - football, Led Zeppelin, action movies, etc.
One Friday, I came home from work after stopping at the store to get some beers. I went straight to her door and knocked. After a much longer than normal time, she opened it, and I could see she'd been crying.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Susan explained that her company had laid her off that afternoon. She got two weeks of severance pay, but after that, she was on her own.
I didn't know what to say, but I set the beers down and wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. She sagged into me and resumed crying. I stood in her doorway, holding her while she wept for quite a while. Eventually, she stopped, and stood up straight. She apologized, and when I asked her what for, she said for the warm beers, for ruining the evening, and for getting mascara all over my work shirt. I laughed and said I knew where to get more beer that was cold, that my shirt could be laundered, and that I would be a sorry excuse for a friend if I wasn't there for her when she needed me.
I went into my place, changed clothes, put the now-warm beers in the fridge, and put her in the car. We drove over to my local watering hole, where I ordered beers and Wild Turkey. Susan said that she needed to not spend money until she had a job, but I said that this was on me. We had a few rounds, and I probably shouldn't have driven home, but we got home safely, and I halfway carried her up the stairs to our doorways. I had almost a hundred pounds on her, so the drinks were hitting her harder than they were hitting me, and I was pretty buzzed. She thanked me and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. She was a little wobbly, and actually got me on the edge of my lips, as well as my cheek. We said goodnight, and she went inside.
I didn't see much of her for a few days - we saw each other in passing and chatted briefly, but that was about it. I didn't think anything of it, as that wasn't unusual, but on Thursday after work, she knocked on my door.
"I got a job," she said.
I offered congratulations and asked about it.
"I'm going to be giving massages. I'm training right now, and I could actually use your help, as we're supposed to practice on someone. Would you mind?"
"I've never had a massage, but, sure. When do you want to practice on me?" I asked.
"Why don't you take a shower and come over in half an hour?" she said.
I agreed and headed to the shower.
After showering, I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and headed next door. She answered the door in a robe and offered me a beer. I asked about the robe, and she said that she didn't have her work clothes yet, and didn't want to get her regular clothes covered in oil, so she had on an old bathing suit that she didn't care about getting oily. She also said she didn't have a massage table yet, so she would have me put the couch cushions on the floor and would put a beach towel over them.
"Okay, I'm going to step out of the room while you undress. Once you do, lie facedown on the cushions, and put this bath towel over your butt."
"Do I take everything off?"
"Yep. Down to your birthday suit. Don't worry, the bath towel is there to cover you."
She tossed me the bath towel, headed into her bedroom, and closed the door. I was a little nervous, but I followed instructions, and soon was naked on the cushions. I pulled the towel over my ass and called her name. I couldn't see her, as the door was behind me, but I could hear her toting something with her.
"What is that clinking noise?" I asked.
"Oh, that's the massage oils. You'll like them, they feel great and they're really good for your skin. Plus, I had them warming in some hot water, so it won't be cold when I first put it on."
Susan knelt beside me and started the massage. She worked first on my back, then my shoulders, my neck, and my upper arms. In hindsight, she really didn't have her technique down, but it felt wonderful, especially as she got into my shoulders, where I was apparently much tighter than I knew. She even commented on the knots and the taut muscles going across my upper back.
Shortly after, she moved down to my feet. Damn, this felt good! She squeezed and kneaded my feet and the muscles of my calves, which felt wonderful. I am on my feet most of my workdays, so this really helped.
As she continued, she started doing longer and longer stokes up and down the backs of my legs. She worked both hands on one leg, then the other, then did one hand on each leg simultaneously. Again, this felt nice, and as her strokes got longer, she eventually had her hands under my towel at the top of her strokes. When she had one hand on each leg, the strokes started to end with her thumbs pressing into the muscles of my ass. I wasn't expecting that, but it felt good, so I didn't say anything.
Where it really got interesting was when she would put both hands on one leg, her fingers on the inside of my leg would brush across my balls. She didn't seem to notice, but I sure did. It was like an electric current, and my cock immediately began to stir. For whatever reason, when I lay down, my cock was pointing up, rather than down, and it didn't take many of those strokes across my balls for my cock to be rock hard.
She stopped, and said, "Okay, time to turn over."
I didn't know what to do. I was completely erect, and no towel on Earth would hide that fact. "Susan, can I just lay here for a minute or two?" I asked.
"No, part of what I'm practicing is using the scheduled time. I'll hold the towel while you flip over, so you'll still be covered."
Okay, I thought, here goes nothing.
Mortified, I flipped over as instructed. I had my eyes closed as I settled onto my back, and I can only imagine how flushed with embarrassment my face was.
Susan simply said, "Wow, I guess it does work."
"You guess WHAT does work?" I asked.
"Those little touches. My trainer said that for a lot of guys, those touches would get them hard. It sure worked with you."
I was confused now, on top of still feeling weird about sporting a hard-on in front of my friend. I felt her hands working on the front of my legs, quickly moving from my knees to her hands going under my towel and blatantly caressing my balls. I opened my eyes and saw that somewhere during the massage, Susan had taken her bikini top off.
Susan continued working on me, going from my legs to my stomach, to my chest, rubbing the palms of her hands across my balls, which put her oiled forearms in direct contact with my cock. As she did, she explained that there were the kinds of massages you get at a spa, which were very non-sexual, and the ones that you get at massage parlors, like the one she now worked for, where they truly massage your whole body, including your sex organs. She explained that was why her training had her practicing.
"They told the two of us who are training to practice on our husbands or boyfriends, but I'm not married, and Andy is a thousand miles away, so I needed someone I could trust to practice on. Also, I didn't tell you what to expect because I wanted an honest response. Are you okay with things, if I continue the massage?"
"Yeah, I would really like that," I said.
She said that the drape towel was kind of in her way and was it okay if she took it off. I told her 'sure', and she pulled it off.
"Wow, you've got a really nice cock," she said. "I could already tell that your balls were huge, but I didn't realize you were this big."
I told her that I didn't know I was bigger than normal, as I'd only ever seen one other cock besides what I'd seen in some of the pictures in Penthouse magazine.
"Well, trust me, you're pretty big. You're at least an inch longer than Andy, and you're thicker, too."
She drizzled some oil on it and began slowly stroking it. Her hands were soft, the oil was warm, and the combination of them gliding up and down my cock was incredible. I was about to close my eyes when she shifted her position and dragged her tits across my chest. Her nipples were hard, and it felt good to have them touching me.
She sat up, which gave me a great view of her tits. While not huge, they were full, round, and firm, capped with quarter-sized, dusty-pink areolas and nipples that jutted out like pencil erasers. She kept one hand stroking my cock, while the other slid down and cupped and caressed my balls.
"Wow," I said.
