It was a few months before I had any more trouble with Clara. Well, I was pretty sure she and David were still sending nude pics to each other regularly. He'd changed his phone notifications so that picture previews would no longer appear, so I wasn't sure exactly what they were texting each other. But they were texting each other quite a lot. I figured if it was just pictures, though, there wasn't much to get upset about. I mean, he could find pictures of naked women all over the internet, I just happened to know the woman they belonged to. Plus, he was much hornier all the time, and I was hardly one to complain about my boyfriend pounding the hell out of me every night.
All that changed, though, when Clara started her massage class. She bugged David to let her practice on him, and at first he resisted. He may be naive, but I think some part of him realized that being alone with her while she rubbed his half-naked body was probably not the best idea. She eventually suggested that I come along and get a massage too, and that sealed it. I could be there to make sure no lines were crossed as well as get a massage of my own.
When we arrived at Clara's apartment, though, she had just started giving our other friend Bridget a massage. The massage bed was set up in the living room, and Bridget lay on it underneath a towel that covered her from her otherwise bare shoulders to the middle of her thick thighs. Acres of her tanned, naked legs stretched out to the end of the table. It was funny seeing Clara hunched over her, because while Clara is a petite, pale redhead, Bridget is a tan, brunette Amazon. Clara was smoking hot, but Bridget oozed more matronly sensuality. She was taller than me, almost as tall as David in fact, with a pear-shaped body. Her thin chest supported medium-sized boobs. Her stomach was mostly flat, and then her hips flared out into a wide booty and thick, succulent thighs. The towel did little to hide the substantial hill of her butt, just like the yoga pants and skinny jeans she typically wore.
David and I said hi as we entered, and Clara immediately ran to David, her large, round breasts bouncing unsupported underneath her thin tank top. She leapt into his arms and wrapped her smooth, pale legs around his waist as she hugged him tightly, pressing her chest tightly into his. She grabbed his head and kissed him on the cheek, though it looked like it was more on the corner of his mouth. Then she dropped down and gave me a light hug. Bridget waved from the massage bed, saying she was only in panties underneath the towel, so couldn't get up to hug us.
David and I took seats on the living room couch. Clara joked that David probably didn't want to hear all of their girl talk and turned the tv to a basketball game. I couldn't stand watching sports, but I was glad he would at least be distracted from the sight of Clara, in a tank top and tight shorts, rubbing the half-naked Bridget. We had a direct side-view of the table and could see Bridget's stunning, curvy silhouette under the towel, but as long as she stayed mostly covered, I thought the basketball game would keep David occupied.
It worked, at first, as Clara massaged Bridget's shoulders and neck, but then she rolled the towel back down to Bridget's waist. Her entire naked back was on display, and as Clara started rubbing oil into it, I snuck a peek at David and saw him intensely watching the proceedings. Bridget's boobs weren't the size of Clara's, but they were bigger than mine and definitely a good handful, which caused them to bulge out from her sides where they were pressed into the table. She cooed and moaned softly as Clara worked on her back, and I could feel David squirming in his seat next to me.
Clara finished massaging Bridget's back and moved down to her legs. Her thighs jiggled and swayed as Clara rubbed and shook the immense amount of flesh on display. I could see David watching out of the corner of my eye, and I wanted to chastise him, but didn't want to call him a pervert in front of the other girls. I really thought he and I would be together long-term, so didn't want them thinking he was a gross, leering weirdo. I reminded myself to talk to him when we got back home.
"Ok," Clara said, finishing up her legs. "I'll have to do your butt."
Bridget giggled and said ok and Clara grabbed the towel and pulled it off her body. We got a momentary side view of Bridget's prone, naked body interrupted only by the thin band of her panties stretching across her hip. Then, Bridget shrieked and grabbed for the towel, momentarily lifting her chest up off the table and showing us one bare breast capped by a hard, pink nipple, before flopping back onto the table. She struggled to throw the towel back over herself.
"What are you doing?!" Clara said between laughs.
"You're showing David my panties!" Bridget said.
"He doesn't care," Clara said. "Plus, your panties will have to come off."
"What?!"
"For the full experience," Clara continued, grasping the sides of Bridget's panties. "Trust me, it's worth it."
"But they'll see me!" Bridget said.
"You're such a prude," Clara said. She grabbed the towel from Bridget and bunched it up on the side of the table between Bridget's butt and us. "There, now they won't be able to see anything."
She was right. Seated on the side like we were, the pile of towel blocked our view of her from her waist to the top of her thighs.
"Fine," Bridget said, then rolled her head to face us. "No getting up to go to the bathroom though, you two!"
Clara pulled Bridget's panties down her legs and off her body. I could hear David gulp next to me. We couldn't see any of her private parts, but the knowledge that Bridget lay there completely naked and exposed weighed heavily in the air. Clara drizzled oil across her large, soft cheeks and massaged it in.
"Just to warn you," Clara said. "I'm about to do something that's not part of normal massages."
"What," Bridget said. "Undress me in front of our friends?" We all laughed.
"Very funny," Clara said. "But no. My teacher is one of the foremost advocates of sphincter massage."
"My butthole?!" Bridget shrieked. Clara said yes. She then went into a long explanation of how humans keep tension in every muscle, especially in our cores. That included our anuses, which can be incredibly tight, but due to shyness, almost never get massaged.
"So you're just gonna rub up and down my crack?" Bridget asked.
"That's how we'll start, yes," Clara said, and made her first pass across Bridget's rear entrance. I couldn't see, of course, but yelp Bridget let out could only mean one thing. Clara shushed her and did it again, and this time Bridget stiffened, but didn't yelp.
"See? So much tension," Clara said as she continued rubbing. Bridget soon started emitting the soft coos and moans she had during the best parts of the massage.
"I can see what you mean," Bridget said. "That actually feels really good now."
"Good," Clara said. "Then you're ready for the second part." She stopped rubbing and pressed her hand forward into Bridget. Bridget shrieked loudly and lifted her chest off the table, giving us another view of her quivering breasts as they hung from her chest.
"What are you doing?!" Bridget said.
"This is the second part of the sphincter massage," Clara said.
