I was sitting at my desk bringing the reports up to date. I teach at a local Massage Therapy College, work that I love. But the paperwork is the part I don't care for.
The last few week's classes have all been hands on, this is where the students practice on each other, or on one of the locals who pay the college half price to get a couple of hours of massage from several students.
I have to watch these sessions closely, because every now and then we get some guy, or even a lady who will try and cross the line. Just last year one guy signed up, and I caught him flipping his erection so that it would stick out the side of the drape. Erections are no big deal, they are all used to that as being normal, but doing it deliberately is too much, so out he went.
He growled and complained some when I told him he was banned, and I even noticed he was sizing me up. But my 6', 220# frame made him think better of that and he left muttering to himself.
I glanced down the line to where Kathy, one of the Daughters from next door was working with a new guy. His name is Clint, a good looking well built young man about Kathy's age, maybe a bit older.
Kathy's sister, Lisa was absent this week. I have to admit I missed her being there, she is always fun to watch. Her breasts swing unencumbered in the soft tops she wears, and her outfits seem to always tend to the risque. I noticed Kathy seemed a little flushed, so I started paying a bit more attention. It hit me that Clint, who was lying on his back was sporting an obvious erection under the sheet, and from the size of the tent he was making, it was spectacular!
Kathy made a couple of sidelong glances at me, the kind I recognize as a call for help. So I got up and went to her table. She was working on his left leg, and she was pointedly stopping way short of the norm. I asked Clint if he was OK, he was blushing furiously, so I reached out and placed my hand flat on his stomach. "Take a deep breath and hold it," I told him. He did, and instantly the problem subsided. I just grinned at Kathy, she gave me a "thank you" look and returned to her work.
Kathy and I get along well, she was at my house when her sister, Lisa, more or less pounced on me. She was also with Lisa when they caught me with their Mom, Donna, not once but twice! *There were a few times they didn't catch us, but that's another story. So Kathy knew me pretty well, but I also knew she was still a virgin. Lisa had been a virgin, too, but I found that out far too late, or I would have resisted. For several weeks I had been avoiding getting into a situation with her, if that makes any sense.
My wife, Lee, is in school doing her internship to become a Doctor, her lifelong dream. Lee and I have a semi-open lifestyle, a partner for sex here and there doesn't really mean much to us, we are completely in love with each other, so that is just fun. Still, knocking off the neighborhood virgins is something this nearly 60 year old man shouldn't be doing! Lee and I had had a long talk about Kathy, and she agreed. But I had never said anything to Kathy, and I knew she was still expecting something to happen sooner or later.
But I also knew it was less about me, and more about the competition of keeping up with her sister, Lisa.
I finished up the class for the day, and as I was heading for the parking lot, I spotted Kathy and Clint sitting in the coffee shop. They were completely engrossed in conversation, I just grinned and went on home.
A couple of days later, I looked up and here was Clint, ready for another session with the class. As I drew the pairs, up came Clint with Lisa for the evening. I saw the dark look cross Kathy's face as I called out the pairs. "Best watch this!" I thought. The class went to work, everything normal for a few minutes. Then I spotted Lisa letting her hands slip up a bit too much, poor Clint was trying to control himself with not much success. Kathy was working furiously on Dan, one of the other instructors who had dropped in for the evening.
I walked over to Kathy's table, got her calmed down before she could draw blood, I could see that she was pissed. I made a mental note to lie about the draws next time, for sure. I looked a Lisa, mouthed "Cool it!" to her. She gave me that wicked grin, but eased up. Somehow we got through that session with no upset, the last thing I needed was a catfight in my class!
It was about a week later, I was outside washing my new z06 Corvette, enjoying the rare sunshine of a cool winter day, when here came Kathy walking up my driveway.
"Hi, Teacher Ted", she said. I nodded, asked her what was up. "I need to talk to you about something" she said.
I finished up, put the Vette back in the garage, figureing I could go buff out the paint later.
Kathy and I went in, she sat in the chair opposite me. "Something is wrong with me!" she blurted out. Then the tears came, I really didn't know what to say, so I just let her continue.
"I dated Clint a few times", she said. "We were making out, and I started to let him....you know!"...
Well, I had a pretty good idea, so I told her that things like that were normal, she just had to work her way through it, all the usual drivel.
"It's so big!" She exclaimed, "It won't....it HURTS me!" More tears.."Now he's...I LIKE him!"...her T-shirt was starting to get wet from the tears.
Hell, I am a massage therapist, not a Doctor, and certainly not a councilor. I simply had no clue what to say or do, so I just hugged her as the sobs subsided.
"Will you check me, see what is wrong?" she asked, looking up at me.
"Check?....Uhhh...Check?" I managed to stammer.
"Yes, my....down there!" she said. "You know about those things."
I thought about it for a second, she was looking at me with those big wet eyes, I realized she was serious. "Well, hell, come on!" I told her, and led her into my massage room.
"Go ahead, get undressed, I will take a look," I told her.
I went back out into the living room, wondering what I had gotten myself into. "Might as well!" I thought to myself, and went and washed up.
Going back into the massage room, Kathy was lying on my table on her back. I lifted the sheet in front of my face and told her to turn over on her stomach. She flipped over, and I slipped the sheet up over her fanny.
"Open your legs some" I told her, she spread them out for me. I reached for my bottle of Almond oil, lubed up my hands, and carefully spread her cheeks. Her lips were already engorged with excitement, and she was obviously moist. "Well, you don't seem dry" I said, as I ran my fingers over her outer lips. Then I pressed my index finger into her, it went in easily, but just an inch or so. Sure enough, I could feel the hymen, and it felt stiff and resistant. "Does this hurt?" I asked her.
