Heather Ch 06 1

This is a slow-burning massage story. You won't find a quick, happy ending here. If, on the other hand, you enjoy edging while reading stories about foot massages, glute massages, leg massages, and breast massages, this story may be for you.

Thank you to all the readers who commented and rated me on the first five chapters. A special thanks to kenjisato for proofreading this series.

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Present day

There is nothing more pleasurable than a good massage. I have had many massages over the years. Some have been wonderful, others not so much. Contrary to popular belief, very few, if any, spas with licensed massage therapists will give you a happy-ending massage. So, it shouldn't surprise you that the most arousing and memorable massage I ever received was not at a spa. It was the first massage I ever got, and it was at Shawna's apartment.

January 2013

My parents did not think I needed to own a car when I went to college. They rationalized that since I was living on campus and all my classes were close by, there would be no need to ever drive. So just like Thanksgiving break, I am sitting as a passenger in Cynthia's car going back to my dorms after Christmas break.

Last time I drove part of the way, but this time Cynthia wanted to drive the entire time, and this gave me a chance to reflect on the last couple of weeks. The main highlight was that my brother proposed to his girlfriend over Christmas. The wedding would take place this summer, and she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. The other highlight, or more accurately, highlights, was packed into my suitcase. My high school boyfriend stayed at college during winter break, and it gave me a chance to practice using the gift Shawna gave me for Christmas. My bedroom was the perfect place to practice.

Unfortunately, I have a history of being vocal when I practice. I also have a history of being caught. The first time was when I had just turned eighteen, and my mother heard moaning and groaning in my bedroom. There was no doubt in her mind that I was doing something shameful and indecent behind closed doors. She was right, of course, and the following Saturday, I went to confession. It was the last time I confessed my sins to a priest.

The second time, I was more than just practicing, and it wasn't just me who was vocal the second time. During Thanksgiving break, my high school boyfriend not only came home, but he also came into my mouth. My mother was asleep, but my father was downstairs, and he must have heard something. The following night, while I was doing homework, he stepped inside my bedroom and said, "I heard you and Justin upstairs last night. Good thing your mom was asleep."

I just hope he didn't hear Justin say, "Holy shit. Shit, shit, that was fucking awesome!" As his hot cum erupted into my mouth and his thick, white liquid shot down my throat. Or heard me say, "Don't stop! Please don't stop."

So, over Christmas break, I was extra careful with my new rabbit vibrator. This time, when I was in my bedroom, I made sure both my parents were asleep. After waiting until I was sure it was past their bedtime, I stripped naked, and from my nightstand, I took out the rabbit and the vaginal lube. Just like Shawna did last time, I spread the gel over the length of the shaft. There was some gel remaining on my fingers, and I spread my legs and massaged the folds of my labia. I finished by putting a dab on my clit.

After lying face-up on my bed, I activated the vibrator, closed my eyes, and pressed my head against the pillow. My chest heaved up and down in anticipation. I set the vibrator to the lowest setting, and I began by bringing the vibrator to my nipple. At first, I felt the vibrations just on my nipple, but soon layers of pleasure ran throughout my body. I tried keeping the vibrator on my nipple, but the anticipation of having the rabbit against my clit was too much.

I grabbed the rabbit, significantly increased its power, and brought it inside of me slowly but deeply. I felt it vibrate against the walls of my pussy. Already wet, I knew it would not take me long for me to come. At the same time, I pressed the extension against my clit. Immediately, it hardened against the relentless onslaught of the vibrator.

This time the setting was higher than when Shawna was controlling the toy, and this was the single most intense sensation I had ever felt. It was pure pleasure. I gasped for breath, knowing my parents were sleeping down the hall. Knowing that a loud scream could awaken them, I placed my hand over my mouth. The rabbit was overwhelming, and I felt my juices flowing from my pussy onto the shaft of the vibrator. I kept moving the shaft while the extension was pressed against my clit. Closer and closer to coming. A half-whimper escaped me as my hand pressed tighter against my mouth. Pleasure spread through me and kept rolling through my body. With the rabbit humming, my body slammed against the bed.

"Ashley, Ashley, are you ok?"

I opened my eyes, and Cynthia had a concerned look on her face. She said, "You must be having a bad dream. I am not sure what I heard, but I saw you hit your head against the headrest, and it sounded like you were crying."

Cynthia's voice immediately brought me back to the present. I realized I was half awake and half asleep, and my hand was on my crotch. Shit, first I got caught by my parents, now Cynthia. I hope she only looked at my head and not my hand. Quickly recovering, I said, "I found out before winter break that my roommate was moving out of the dorms and into an apartment with a friend of hers. I had a nightmare about it, and I may have cried out in my sleep."

If she didn't believe me, she did not let on and replied, "I am sorry to hear about your roommate. When is she moving out?"

"She moved out while I was home for winter break. When I return, it will be to an empty dorm room."

We were both tired from the long trip, and we did not talk much the rest of the way. It was almost midnight by the time we arrived at our college, and as soon as I entered my dorm room, I stripped out of my clothes, put on my favorite T-shirt, and fell asleep. I didn't even bother removing my soiled panties or brushing my teeth.

When I woke up the next morning, I looked around my room, and it hit me. Heather had moved out, and she was now living with Shawna. Her side of the dorm room was bare. There were no covers on her bed, the closet was empty, and the family pictures on her desk were all gone. Once again, the university administration will assign me a new roommate. When I first met Heather, I thought the administration had made a mistake, but I was wrong. Heather was the perfect roommate for me. When I started college, I had only been with one guy. Heather taught me that I can still enjoy being with men, but there is this wonderful world where you can enjoy being with both men and women. Whoever the university assigns to be my roommate will not be able to replace Heather.

I looked at my phone and saw I needed to hurry, or I would be late for my Monday morning liberal studies class. By now, I had my morning routine down. Get up, take a quick shower in the dorm's shared bathroom, get dressed, and grab a quick breakfast in the campus cafeteria. Monday and Wednesday were my busy days. I had classes all day, with little time between lectures. The highlight was always returning to the dorm and seeing Heather, naked as usual, walking around our dorm room. Most times I would just enjoy watching her, but there were several occasions when I would join her, and we would both stay naked until going out to dinner. I am almost certain that my new roommate would not appreciate the pleasure of doing her homework while completely naked.

On Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting in a large study hall that held sixty first-year students, listening to a very boring teacher expound on the concerns of physiological aging in the context of the culture. I was about to doze off when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Heather.

Heather: hey Ash doing anything this wknd

Me: just hanging around campus

Heather: wana come over to Shawna's for dinner on sat night

Me: sure what time bring anything

Heather: 6 just you wear something comfy for relax evening

"Cumulatively, the loss of cell turnover, decreased function of mucous membranes, cachexia, and skeletal muscle mass wasting, increased atherosclerotic decrease in vascular compliance, cerebral atrophy eventually all contribute to the variety of changes we see in aging."

Was I supposed to be taking notes on this?

I ended up taking some notes, and on Saturday morning I was reading them so I could get a decent grade on next week's quiz. But my mind was not on psychological aging. I was trying to decide what to wear that night. Heather's definition of comfy was a T-shirt that barely covered her mound. Although my Uber driver might appreciate that, I wanted to wear a little bit more. So, I chose to wear an untucked T-shirt with a deep neckline, no bra, and low-cut jeans. Underneath, I wore a thong that had been in my closet since the Halloween party. Before leaving the dorm, I looked at myself in the mirror and hoped that my outfit would let Heather and Shawna know I was expecting more than a relaxing evening.

Shawna lived in a downtown apartment with retail shops on the ground floor. It was too far to walk, and that is why I needed an Uber to take me there. I got settled in the back seat, and the driver immediately adjusted his rear-view mirror to have a better look at me. He was cute, and normally when guys flirt with me, I would flirt back. Tonight, I had my mind on other things, and I was not interested in small talk. He got the hint, and we both remained quiet for the short ride. As I was getting out of his car, he gave me one last flirtatious glance. I looked back at him and gave him a big smile. Old habits are hard to break.

It was Heather who opened the door. She greeted me, holding a glass of wine. From the sparkle in her eye, it wasn't her first one. She was wearing a low-cut peasant blouse that barely covered her boobs and cut-off shorts. That was more than I thought she would be wearing.

She said, "Come on in. Shawna is in the kitchen, cooking our amazing dinner."

I walked into the small apartment. It was my first time here, and immediately I started checking it out. The living room was furnished with a large couch, three small tables, and two large beanbag pillows. Down the hall, I could see a bathroom and two bedrooms. I walked further in and saw Shawna working in the kitchen.

Shawna was as casually dressed as Heather. She wore a short wrap-around tunic with no pants. Although the tunic covered her, I was almost certain there was nothing underneath. Shawna was also drinking wine. When she saw me, she got a wine glass from the cabinet. After pouring me a generous amount, she said, "Here you go. You've got some catching up to do."

I remained in the kitchen, and I sipped my wine. Shawna asked for Heather's help preparing the salad. As they worked together, we began catching up on what we did during our break. They told me about moving out and spending Christmas at Heather's commune.

Surprised, I asked Shawna, "You didn't spend it with your parents?"

"No," she replied. "They decided to spend Christmas at their Hawaii home and didn't invite me."

Shawna noticed I was taken aback by what she said but didn't comment. Instead, she asked about my vacation.

I told them about my brother getting engaged and being asked to be a bridesmaid. I also thanked Shawna for my Christmas present.

She asked, "Did you use it while you were staying at your parents' house?"

With a sly smile, I replied, "More than once."

As we chatted, I again noticed the two bedrooms, but from the kitchen, I could see inside. One bedroom held a queen-size bed, and the other bedroom contained a massage table.

Surprised, I asked, "What's with the massage table?"

Shawna gave Heather a knowing look and responded, "I told Heather that it would not take long for you to notice. Dinner is almost ready. I'll give you all the details after dinner."

Dinner was surprisingly delicious. Heather was brought up as a vegan, and although Shawna was not, she developed a taste for vegan food. I was raised in a home that ate plenty of meat. My father is a first-generation American of Italian immigrants, and my mother's parents came to the United States many years ago from Portugal. So, Thursday night, we had spaghetti with meat sauce, and on weekends, mom made carne assada. I did not know what to expect from Shawna's cooking, but who knew that mixing tofu with potatoes and onions to make liverwurst could be so tasty?

Once dinner was over, Heather cleared the table and said that cleaning up the kitchen could wait. We moved to the living room, where Heather and Shawana sat on the couch, and I plopped on a beanbag pillow. Not wanting to wait any longer, I said, "I'm dying to know, why the massage table?"

Shawna started to explain. "As you know, I met Heather when we both started junior college. Well, I dropped out after my first year and traveled to Europe. While I was in England, I met a woman who owned a spa. It provided massage services such as deep tissue and Swedish massage. All her employees were licensed, and her place was pristine."

I was intrigued, but I suspected there was more to the story and had to ask the obvious question, "So this place does not provide extra services?"

Shawna knew what I was asking. "If you mean happy endings, then no. But we became more than just friends, and she offered to give me private massages outside her spa. She even taught me massage techniques, and I got to practice the techniques on her. After several weeks of practicing, she told me my massage techniques were good."

Understanding, I said, "And those massages included extra services."

Shawna gave me a big smile, and that was enough of an answer. Then, continuing, she said, "I got to go to Europe because my parents were supporting me. When they stopped, I had to return to the United States, and they told me I needed to get a job. Knowing I would make a good massage therapist, I found a spa downtown that was hiring. They are letting me do non-massage work while I work towards getting my massage therapist license."

Now it was all making more sense, and I said, "So the table is there for you to practice." Then I smiled and asked, "Have you been practicing on Heather?"

Heather responded, "She has, and she even taught me a few moves that I practiced on her."

Shawna then came out and said it. "Ashley, I want to give you a full-body massage. And Heather will be my helper."

Heather's text now makes sense. Wear comfy clothes, and we will have a relaxing evening. I've never had a professional massage, so how could I say no? But I wanted one more thing clarified and asked, "So this is going to be like a real spa massage?"

Shawna said, "It is, and it isn't. It will be more like the massages my friend gave me. I won't use draping, but I will use all the proper techniques I learned in school. The biggest difference will be that I may cross a few lines. Lines that I could never cross at the spa."

That clarified things. Extra services, got it. I asked, "How do we begin?"

Shawna replied, "First, you take a hot shower. Heather will help you with that while I set up the room."

Heather directed me to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, Heather helped me out of my clothes. She pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my jeans. I kicked off my sandals, and the jeans fell to the floor, revealing my thong.

Heather grinned and asked, "Same thong you wore on Halloween?"

I smiled and nodded yes as she slipped her fingers on the thin waistband and pulled them down. Then she said, "Since I don't want to get my clothes wet, I'll also get naked."

The bathroom was not large, and instead of a tub, it had a shower that could hold two people. After removing her peasant blouse and shorts, we both got into the shower. Heather grabbed the handheld shower spray and turned my body so my back was towards her. After the water was at the perfect temperature, she pointed the shower attachment at my back and used the sprayer to wet me down. Once I was soaked, she turned it off, and she grabbed the soft washcloth mitten hanging in the shower. Soaping it up, she began to wash me. She started on my neck, moved down my arms, continued on my back, and ended on my buttocks. She stopped for a moment, picked up the sprayer, and squirted the water on my butt crack. My hands were pressed against the shower wall, and I allowed the water to penetrate my ass.

Heather saw how much I was enjoying the water on my ass, and with the soapy mitten, she gave my ass crack her full attention. Inserting it in my ass, she simultaneously washed my crack while spraying me with the hose. The feeling was intense but pleasurable. I spread my checks so more water could penetrate me. My breathing was labored. Could this be another first for me? Would I orgasm from ass play? Before I could find out, Heather stopped and moved the mitt down my legs. I slowed my breathing down and told myself to just go along with whatever Heather and Shawna had planned for me.

After Heather finished with my legs, she gently turned me, so I was now facing her. Bringing the mitt to my breasts, she moved it in a circular motion and paid attention to my now-hard nipples. She then moved the mitt down my midsection as I braced myself against the back shower wall. The mitt kept traveling down towards my vulva. I closed my eyes in anticipation, and then I felt the mitt press into me. With the mitt against my lips, I heard the water again. Then I felt it. The spray was directly aimed at my clit.

"OH FUCK!" I was not expecting that.

I opened my eyes and stared at Heather. She was smiling and kept the hose pointed at my button. She took off the mitten and inserted two fingers inside. She moved her fingers in and out while the spray hit my clit. I closed my eyes again, and I let the feeling build inside me. I opened my mouth to try to tell her how intense this was, but no sound came out. Heather pushed her fingers deeper inside me, and then I screamed.

Intense and unbelievably wonderful, it kept building and building. It was almost to the point I could no longer take it, and then, "Yes, yes! Stop, yes. Yes, stop, stop! Please stop!!

She finally stopped. The orgasm wasn't from ass play, but it was one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced.

After making sure all the soap was rinsed off and patting me dry, Heather wrapped a towel around me and led me into the bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom, I saw that in addition to the massage table, it also had two small tables against one wall, as well as a long table. There was also a space heater in the corner. The smaller table held scented candles that bathed the room in a soft glow. The long table had a sound system, towels, and bottles of oils and lotions. The sound system played new-age massage music. The room was warm from the space heater, and the air had a wonderful scent. After my intense shower experience, I was still breathing hard.

Shawna noticed and asked, "Is everything okay? You two were in there a while."

Heather and I looked at each other, knowing that Shawna heard my screams, and we both just started laughing.

Shawna got a fake stern look and said, "This is supposed to be a relaxing experience. No more of that."

Both Heather and I responded, "Yes, mam."

Shawna then completely took over. She noticed Heather did not bother to get dressed and asked her, "Are you warm enough?"

Heather once again said, "Yes, mam."

The stern look she had faded, and she said, "Then I will take off my tunic."

She unwrapped her tunic, and as I suspected, she wore nothing underneath. Although I've seen her naked several times, I am still drawn to her beautiful, perfect-sized breasts and her pierced nipples. Remaining in control, she removed the towel that was around me, and she told me to lay on the massage table and place my face into the padded cradle. Once she saw I was comfortable, she explained what would come next.