Prologue: This story is a continuation of my story, "Liam's First Massage". Please read it before reading this story. These stories are fiction but incorporate true personal experiences. Thanks!
Driving to Betty's office, feeling dampness between her legs, Jean was thinking, "What if Liam had been completely naked when I gave him that massage, such a large, strong, good looking young man!
"I need to be very careful when I ask Betty about him visiting me next weekend. I don't want to let on as my true intentions," adding, "Once I get her approval I'll make a quick exit before I say something I shouldn't."
Jean drove into the parking lot of the small, upscale strip mall that Betty owned. Betty used one of the ten suites as her real estate office. She parked, apprehensively walked up to Betty's suite and knocked on the front door. Betty broke out in a big smile when she saw Jean at the door.
"What a pleasant surprise!" Betty exclaimed, exchanging a big hug with her friend.
"It's great to see you!" Jean returned. Suddenly, her apprehension disappeared.
"Come on in. I'll make a pot of coffee," Betty offered.
"That would be fine," Jean replied.
The women chatted like girls for onwards of an hour, when Betty remembered that she had asked Liam to start the charcoal at four thirty.
"I have to call Liam to tell him I'll be late," Betty said, "He's starting the charcoal at four thirty."
"No, don't do that. I have an appointment myself. I need to be on the road," Jean said.
"By the way, I was wondering if Liam could spend a weekend helping me. I have a lot of chores and minor repairs that need tending to?" asked Jean.
"Sure, that would be fine. You'll enjoy his company. He's a very personable and intelligent young man," Betty answered, "When were you thinking of?"
"Well, if possible, next weekend would be great for me. I still haven't found anyone to put in my boat dock and it's already two weeks into June," Jean replied.
"Done, my friend!" Betty returned, "I'm sure Liam will want to help you."
"Well, I'd better let you go," Jean said.
The women exchanged hugs and left for their cars.
I lay on the couch reliving the massage and all the enlightening events that I had experienced since moving in with my aunt some three weeks ago.
Betty isn't really my aunt; she is a close family friend who we affectionately call "Aunt". Betty is a very pretty woman, fair white skin, freckles, and strawberry blond hair, depicting her Irish heritage. At five foot six and 155 pounds, some might describe her as a large woman, but compared to my six foot two, 220 pounds she was just right. Her well proportioned figure, ample 36D breasts and a fairly trim body looked good in a one piece swimsuit or the outfits she wore to the health club.
When I moved in with her, I was shy and had little self confidence with girls. I shouldn't have felt this way but I did. Needless to say, I was a virgin. About a week into my stay an event occurred that started out as the most embarrassing ever to happen to me but ended up well, starting my sexual awakening.
Since then, Betty had taken me under her wing. Both of us knew that we would always be friends but due to our 27 year age difference that our sexual relationship would end someday. She was the first person in my life that I could truly confide in. That was a comforting feeling.
I got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and started the grill on her porch. The coals were just right when Betty pulled into the carport.
After a good hamburger dinner and a few beers, we sat in lounge chairs over looking the lake and rehashed our week's activities. Betty mentioned that Jean would like me to help her next weekend and I agreed. After watching the sun slowly disappear into the lake, we retired to her bedroom.
Since I had taken a shower earlier, I undressed and got in bed, naked, pulling a light sheet over me. Betty took a long shower, giving me time to think about how I was going to tell her about the massage. We had established such a close and open relationship that I knew I had to tell her.
Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel covering from her neck to mid thigh.
"That felt good," she said as she lay down on her back on top of the sheet, "I have to dry off."
I rolled on my side and started caressing her damp thighs. She looked, smelled, and felt so good.
"You've just shaved, I remarked, feeling her smooth skin.
"Just for you," she replied.
Trying not to stutter, I blurted out, "You remember when we talked about me eventually having sexual encounters with other women? Well, I had...." before being interrupted.
"No! You didn't, already? Don't tell me. Let me guess. It's Wendy, the secretary at your construction site," she said excitedly, "I could tell from the way she was looking at you."
"No, when Jean came by today," I said before being interrupted again.
"JEAN! Really!" my aunt exclaimed, "I should have guessed. You sure picked a nice one."
"Are you upset?" I inquired.
"Oh, heavens no," she replied. "Tell me what happened," she asked eagerly.
"I was taking a nap when she came by. Since she had awoken me, she offered to give me a massage. I thought it was just going to a massage until the end when she played with my penis and I came," I said quickly and concisely.
"Wait a minute! You're not getting off that easy. Tell me the whole story, every minute detail. Don't leave anything out," she demanded, taking my hand and pressing it onto her smooth mons.
Moving my hand down to cover Betty's vulva, my middle finger on the outside of the crease where her full puffy lips met, my fingers began lightly caressing the soft skin of her outer private parts, I began the story, "I was laying on the couch with my shirt partially unbuttoned, my belt undone, and pants unsnapped and unzipped. She offered to give me a massage and I accepted. She said that she would have me back to sleep in no time, as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face.
