Suzanne began on the chest anew and Michelle's fears roared back. The massaging was definitely firm on the muscles of the chest, but then she felt softer touches over the breasts as well. Circles of gentle thumb and fingertip stroking began at the outside of each breast and slowly tightened up until the fingers were on the nipples. Michelle again felt inner jolts of lust even as she relaxed under the careful attention of her suitemate. Suzanne kept rubbing the outer rims of each nipple and eventually they tightened into tiny nubbins of excited pink flesh. Michelle had to fight to keep from squirming, but she felt her mouth partly open so she could breathe more freely. As she was truly getting warm and excited, Michelle felt Suzanne give each nipple a soft twirl with thumb and fingertip before the breasts were left alone. Michelle was not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. 'What's going on here?' she thought. 'Why am I getting turned on by a girl? I'm hetero, through and through. It must be because it has been so long since Trevan made me feel so good.'
Suzanne moved on down the lower chest with again firm strokes on the ribs and followed by softer strokes across the belly, always using the same circular motion on open areas and linear strokes along the muscles themselves.
As the rubbing came ever closer to her pubic hair Michelle again began to worry. Was Suzanne going to do her crotch? Would Michelle get turned on if she did? The probing, kneading fingers rubbed closer and closer. Finally, the tension was partially broken when Suzanne moved slightly off to the side and started on the upper thighs.
The legs were gently pulled apart and Suzanne began to rub all the way up to the crotch. Michelle went wild inside, but didn't let on how she felt. That tiny little hollow area on the upper, inner thigh, just beside her lips, was her weak spot. Trevan used to gently rub this area for hours, it seemed, before he started stroking her sex. She couldn't get the image of this out of her mind as Suzanne attended to the same area. Fortunately, these strokes were a bit firmer than Trevan's had been, which kept her from truly expressing her excitement. Right as she started to ooze moisture, the rubbing turned south, moving gently along the muscles down the thighs, then the shins. Eventually the feet were the object of her attention once again. Every inch was covered with tight, tiny circles and finally each toe was rubbed, one by one.
Michelle was totally relaxed. The headache and worries of the day were absolutely gone. She felt wonderfully alive and at the same time totally relaxed. Once Suzanne had left the hollow of Michelle's thighs, she recovered from her excitement. The relaxation swept over her. The music lulled her. Sleep pulled at her consciousness. She felt herself slip deeper into slumber. Her suitemate remained silent as Michelle drifted off.
One of her final conscious thoughts was a sense of stirring next to her and something gentle and light on her lips. 'Was that a kiss or was I dreaming it? It had to be a dream. After all, she's a girl.' And with the little question drifting through her mind, Michelle slipped quietly into deep sleep on her suitemate's futon.
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SUZANNE
Suzanne was feeling great. The air was warm. The water inviting. The gulls calling over tidbits of food by the coral lagoon. And best of all, Pierre was giving her loving caresses as he applied the sun cream. The touch was gentle, almost tentative and he kept repeating himself by applying the cream to the same areas on her back. Over and over, always on the low back, above her bikini and never up to her bare, strapless back. Although it felt so good, she stirred slightly. She wanted some of that attention elsewhere, maybe even up front if no one was around.
As she stirred, she sensed darkness and suddenly....she was awake, back in her room, curled up on a futon. The gentle rubbing continued however, always on her low back in lovely, soothing circles. Suzanne was confused, almost turned to see who was there, when she remembered the night before. It was Michelle, who fell asleep on her futon, who must be giving her a mini back rub. It felt so good she didn't stir, lest Michelle stop for good.
The massage had been great. Suzanne had never had anyone so in her control. She had never done such a thorough job, even massaging breasts and near the pubic area. Although it was not meant to be sexual, merely sensual, Suzanne got the idea Michelle was perhaps more than simply relaxing with the massage. Suzanne could easily tell what Michelle's pulse was doing and even saw small gasps of air when the breasts were massaged. But nothing was like when she had massaged her inner thighs. Somehow she felt Michelle had almost lost it at that point. Suzanne had moved on down the legs quickly, but was intrigued.
She knew Michelle was fully straight, at least she always dated guys and had never come on to any of the girls in the dorm. If she had, word would have spread like wildfire. As Suzanne lay there feeling the smooth gentle touch of her suitemate, she began to wonder if perhaps Michelle was playing close to the edge. Or maybe she just felt so good she wanted to return the favor that morning. Whatever was going on, she was going to relax and enjoy. Besides, she'd had fun last night and enjoyed her power over Michelle.
Suzanne realized she was still totally naked. After the quick, sisterly kiss, she had snuffed out the candles, curled up beside Michelle and was sacked out in no time flat. Giving a real massage was actually hard work and she was tired from it, too. Now she lay on her side, upper leg pulled up towards her chest, lower leg out straight. This must have presented Michelle with a full view of her ass, but she wasn't embarrassed. After all, she exercised and had a good figure with the right bit of fat in all the right places.
Eventually, Michelle's back rub moved up to the mid and upper back. Gentle strokes covered her across her shoulder blades and up to the neck. They were slow, gentle, unhurried. Lucky thing it was Saturday because Suzanne wanted to stay this way all day.
The hand moved out from the middle of the back and to the side and flank. Now this was getting a bit interesting. Suzanne felt Michelle rub alongside of the torso, slowly up and down and reaching a bit more forward. If she had had breasts the size of Michelle's, certainly her back-rubbing suitemate would have felt the outside edges of the breast. As it was, Suzanne realized all Michelle felt was more lean muscles over ribs. There was no slowing or breaking off of the rubbing. It continued leisurely, without haste. Suzanne felt the hand move down to the low back again and then to her ass.
'Whoa!' thought Suzanne, 'This is getting interesting. Not only nice, but also kinda sexy.' She savored the sensation however and didn't move a muscle. She wished Pierre had been so patient. By now he would have flipped her over and been on top, whether she was ready or not. Not that she was "ready" now, but in an odd sort of way, she was feeling warmth in her low pelvis, a sure sign of impending excitement. The rubbing was first on the upper buttock, smooth and slow strokes. Occasionally the hand drifted down low toward her crack and even lingered there a few times. This felt almost teasing and good, to boot.
After what seemed like forever, Michelle's hand dropped across the crack and started on her lower buttock. This one was down on the futon and couldn't be as easily reached, but still Michelle seemed to take as much time on it as she did the upper one. As the hand started to move again it went down the exposed inner part of the nearer, straight thigh. This too felt wonderful. The hand went down and back up, down and back up. On each up sweep the hand seemed to creep a tiny bit closer to her crack again, but this time from below.
Suzanne became almost frantic. Was she going to touch her there? How should she react? A massage on the pubic bone in the hair was one thing but gentle touches further up from the thigh were something altogether different; openly sexual and openly inviting.
The hand crept closer and closer with each stroke. It now touched her own little hollow, right where she had massaged Michelle to her obvious delight. Suzanne had to admit it felt good, close to her sex, but still not touching even a hint of her lips. It felt so good she even felt the first tingle of moisture forming inside of her. 'I'm getting turned on,' thought Suzanne. 'Saturday morning in the dorm, a girl's with me and I'm getting turned on!' The hand never touched her lips. It moved about in the little thigh hollow, but never went any further. Suzanne eventually wanted more, wanted to feel touches on her and in her, but she still tried to keep still and breathe smoothly and evenly.