Cat sat behind John and went to work. It was late on a Tuesday and John had a test the next day. With any big test, he prepares by pulling all-nighters. Cat was his relief after a long night of staring at books.
She was a short girl with a tight little body. Her black hair was short and spiked. Her breasts were a little large for her small frame, though you wouldn't notice past her all-black wardrobe.
John was taller than her; about six foot. He had an average build, but toned. Cat adored his big brown eyes and gentle flirting style. She was his personal masseuse. Normally she charged for back rubs, but she didn't find rubbing down a hot guy to be work.
John positioned himself in front of her. She gently touched his neck and started the massage. He moaned softly as her hands moved around his back and shoulders. Her pussy grew hot with each moan.
"You're so awesome for doing this for me," he said closing his eyes.
"Hey, it's the least I can do. Always up to help a friend."
She bent low to speak to him. Her warm breath on his ear and neck stirred an awake-ness within him. He nonchalantly put his arm in his lap to hide the growing bulge.
"So why do you wait till the last minute to study?" she asked slightly disappointed he was hiding his hard on.
She stayed slightly pressed against him. Her hands massaged his shoulders. His ear was centimeters from her lips as she spoke softly to him. It was hard for her to keep from kissing and nibbling his earlobe.
"Uh," he stammered. "I don't know I do better on the tests when I do."
It was hard for him to concentrate on speaking. His cock grew harder with every word. Her hands slid further down his back; gently rubbing away his ache.
"Here, why don't you lie down," she suggested. "It'll be easier for me to massage your back."
"Okay."
He stood up, adjusted himself quickly, and lay on his bed. When he was comfortable, she climbed on top of him. She straddled his waist and went back to rubbing his back.
"Um, what're you doing?" he asked.
"How do you expect me to rub your back?" Cat replied. "This way, your back is straight and less tense. And by sitting low on your waist, it stretches out your spine a little."
She slid her hands up his back and started at his shoulders. She knelt up and down with each stroke of her hands because he had a long upper body. Each time she sat back down, the seam of her jeans would press against her pussy and rub her clit.
John closed his eyes and moaned every time she pressed hard on his back. He tried not to think about how it would feel if she was moving up and down on top of him. Too late. He could feel his dick get hard again. Only this time, he was lying on his stomach and was getting uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"You're whole body just twitched and tensed up. Are you uncomfortable?"
"I, um, am sort of squishing things"
"Oh I'm sorry, here, you can adjust."
Cat climbed off of him and sat on the bed while he stood up. He adjusted himself facing away from her. He made sure it wasn't too obvious that he was turned on before he turned back around.
"Okay, sorry about that," he said.
"Not a problem."
She stood up from the bed to let him lie back down. She ended up right in front of him when she stood. They smiled at each other and blushed. She went to move out of his way, but John stopped her by putting his hand around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her on the corner of the mouth. She turned to him and kissed his lips.
They started to kiss each other harder. Cat leaned against the bed and pulled him closer to her. John wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and put her on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her.
"You're a good kisser," Cat said with a smile.
"You're not bad yourself."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"I was kind of hoping to kiss you some more."
"Well, why don't you come up here with me then," she replied and patted the bed.
John jumped onto the bed beside her. She pushed him on his back and kissed him. He pulled her on top so she was laying right on him. She pressed her hips against his with the motion of her lips.
He grew harder with the pressure she rubbed against him. She could feel him through his jeans; turning her on even more. She wanted to do more to him. She wanted to know how he tasted, how he felt inside her. Her kisses became longer and more passionate with her thoughts.
His hand moved from her back down to her hips. He grabbed her ass and pushed her against his hard cock. She moaned deeply in their embrace. One hand slid from her ass to her lower back. Slowly, he put his fingertips beneath her shirt, then his whole hand.
Cat slid her body from on top of him to the side. It was her turn to be bold and she took the hand under her shirt and pushed it up to her breast. He paused for a second before gently squeezing her. He stayed on the outside of her bra at first, and then slid it up. She moaned as he ran a finger over her nipple.
"Oh," she purred when he gently rubbed and squeezed her nipple.
"You like that?" he whispered.
She wrapped her leg around his waist. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. She wanted to touch him. Her hand rested on his chest and slowly inched down. He smiled at her and her hand moved a little faster. He breathed in deeply when her hand comes to rest on the bulge in his jeans. She gently rubbed him through the fabric.
They didn't kiss; they didn't speak. They just lied there and fondled each other; pondering when to make their next move. She moved her free hand up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra. He moved his hand to her other breast and began playing with the nipple. Her hand gripped his cock a little harder and began to massage him. She looked at him while she unzipped his pants. He closed his eyes as she pulled his cock out. He wasn't overly well endowed, but he was above average.
Cat gently ran her hand over his hard on. She played with the little drop of precum that slipped out of his cock. John's body was tense and his hand sat frozen around her breast. She slowly slid her hand up and down the shaft while still watching him. Without saying a word, she moved down his body and gently put the tip of his cock into her mouth.
"Oh fuck," he said as she began to slowly tongue his manhood. He grew harder in her mouth.
She smiled as she slipped him in and out of her mouth slowly. His breathing shook as he moved his hand down to her head. He brushed her hair as she slid his cock further down her throat. She took his full length and held him. Her tongue played up and down the shaft. She pulled up and replaced her mouth with her hand. Gently, she stroked his cock; kissing him all over.
John lay speechless on his back. She looked up at him with her dark blue eyes. He smiled at her and motioned for her to come closer. She abandoned his dick and slid up his body, careful not to crush anything. He kissed her lips hungrily.
"Wow," he finally muttered. "You never said anything about a cock 'n' tongue massage."
"Well, it's only for very special people," she said with a smile.
