The theatre was dark Sunday-Tuesday. So, I had a chance to get school work caught up. I also took time to hang out with some friends. I had been so busy with the play, and with my tutoring sessions, that I hadn't had time to just hang out in quite awhile. It was great catching up.
Wednesday night, the show started for the second weekend run. I looked forward to being back in the theater, and was excited to see Liz. Last Saturday had felt special: trusting Liz to walk me through another brand new experience, Liz carefully taking care of my needs, being in her office-her personal space.
When Liz walked into the theatre, I got butterflies in my stomach, again. This wasn't just sexual tension though. I wanted to really be with Liz. Our tutoring had formed a sort of friendship, and I wanted more of that. I had hope that she did too, because when she saw me, her eyes lit up and she gave me a huge smile, before going about her pre show routine.
After the show, I went back to my dorm and wrote an email:
"Liz,
I'm enjoying everything developing between us. I know it probably can't last long term. I was wondering if I could thank you for popping my cherry by giving you a full body massage. I feel like you did something special for me, and I want to return the favor. It also seems like an opportunity to get to know each other a bit better.
Your friend,
Julia"
I woke up the next morning to a response from Liz:
"Julia,
Great. I think I'll take you up on the offer of a massage. I would love to feel your hands all over me. Plan to come home with me after the show on Saturday. That will work a bit better for a massage than the theatre, and Craig is going to be at his girlfriend's house.
Looking Forward to Saturday,
Liz"
I got turned on just thinking about giving Liz a massage. I wanted to touch every inch of her body. I wanted to make her feel good, in every way, not just sexually, but that was Saturday. Right now, I needed to get ready for class.
...
The week continued uneventfully. I went to classes, did homework, and ran the show. There wasn't time for anything else, and barely time to even think. I did enjoy the warm feeling that came over me every time I saw Liz enter the theater though. Her wanting me to come to her house was a very good sign that she wanted our relationship to continue developing.
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Saturday night, the show ran smoothly, just as it had every night. It took all of my concentration to call it, but it looked great, and the lighting tech had gotten comfortable enough with the water scene that she no longer muttered cuss words through it.
After the show, when everyone else had left, Liz and I gathered our stuff and headed to her car. As we drove to her house, I reached over and took her hand. She intertwined her fingers with mine.
"I'm glad we are doing this," she said. "There is something special about you."
"I think you're really special too," I replied. "I don't know where this is going, but I'm happy to be with you."
"Right now, this is going to my place," she laughed. "But I'm starting to really like you."
"Right now, I just want to experience everything I can. I really like you too, but you're a professor."
"Yes, and I can't be seen having a relationship with a student. I'm having a lot of fun with you though. The sex is great, but I also like getting to know you better."
"I was thinking the same thing."
We pulled up to her house, and I followed her inside. As soon as the door was closed, she pushed me up against it and kissed me passionately.
'"I've been wanting to do that all day." Liz said
"Wow," was all I managed to get out, making Liz laugh. She took my hand and led me over to the couch. We sat down. "How about I start that massage."
"That would be wonderful, " she said, and turned her back to me.
I leaned forward to smell her hair, before placing my hands on her shoulders.
"This would be easier without your shirt in the way," I said, sliding my hands to her waist
She raised her arms to make it easier to remove, and I slid it over her head.
"I love how soft your skin is," I said, running my hands down her back. "Let's get this bra out of the way too."
She laughed that glorious laugh, "You have certainly become more confident."
"Well, yeah. I just want to feel your amazing skin," I said, as I unhooked her bra.
She let it slide forward, leaving her back completely bare. I placed my hands on her shoulders, this time feeling the warm silkiness of her skin. I started massaging.
"Wow, your muscles are really tight," I said "You need this massage."
I rubbed her shoulders, feeling the knots slowly melting away. She sighed as I moved up to release the tension in her neck. I could feel her relax into me. I slid my hands up, massaging her scalp, while enjoying the spicy sweetness of her hair. I brought my hands down to her earlobes, gently rubbing and pulling on them.
She sighed and leaned into me. I took advantage of her leaning in to nuzzle her neck, giving it a little lick.
"I love the way you taste," I muttered into her neck, and kissed along the muscles I had just massaged.
I brought my hands down her arms, pulling along them to stretch out the muscles. I rubbed them back and forth, feeling her muscles loosen at my touch. I took care to work on all of the muscles in her hands, gently pulling on her fingers. I couldn't resist lifting her hand up to put one of her fingers in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked on it, circling the tip with my tongue.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" she asked
"Yes, but I want to finish the massage," I replied "I want to feel every inch of your body relax with my touch."
She stood up, and smiled lustfully at me, "I think I can let you do that," she giggled
She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to a cozy, yet elegant bedroom. The walls were a warm tan, accented by lucious burgundy drapes. The centerpiece of the room was a king sized, four poster bed, made of dark wood. There was a burgundy duvet with gold accents that looked so soft and warm. She peeled back the blankets to reveal dark brown satin sheets, and climbed into the bed.
"I love your decorating style,"
"Thanks. My favorite massage oil is in the top drawer of the nightstand," she said.
I opened the drawer to find two bottles of oil; one with lavender and chamomile oil, and one strawberry flavored. I smiled and picked up the relaxation one. I planned on using both of these tonight.
I spilled some oil on her back, and started rubbing with long strokes, from the base of her spine, up to her neck. I slid my thumbs up to her hairline, before sliding back down her back. Up, and down. Up, and down, a nice soothing rhythm that relaxed us both.
I let out a deep breath. I was carrying my own load of stress from the show, and the combination of the movement, her supple skin, her muscles relaxing under my touch, and the smell of the massage oil worked together to melt my stress away.
After some time, I dipped my hand under her waistband to cup her butt cheeks. They were toned and firm under my hands.
"Mmmm," she hummed, "you're really good at this. Shall we remove my pants?"
I grabbed the waistband of her sweats and underwear, gently pulling them down as she shifted her body weight to facilitate the removal. I pulled off her socks, and gave each foot a kiss, before moving back up to her glorious ass.