Those of you who have read my original story entitled 'What Friends Are For', will recall my relationship with Dana, and may also recall that her friend Mel also accompanied us on many of our nights out.
It was during my break up with Dana that I turned to Mel as she was the only one who could understand what I was going through. Mel had known Dana for some twelve years, and knew her better than anyone could, and so it was easy to confide in her, all the feelings I still had towards Dana. Mel was the complete opposite of Dana, except for their heights, both around 5'5". While Dana has long blonde hair,48 years old, and is of large build, with large boobs; Mel is very trim, 44 years old, with shorter dark hair, and only a 34b in the boob department.( I have found that out since). They also had very different personalities, and histories, and Mel was much quieter and reserved while in company. It has only been recently that we have gotten close through our link in Dana.
Mel sat and listened intently as I poured my heart out, and she had some good words of advice to bestow upon me. One piece of advice she gave me turned into another interesting chapter in my life. I had confessed how much I had enjoyed even the most simple of tasks with Dana, like going to a quiet pub, and just chatting about general rubbish and the like. It was Mel who suggested that maybe it would help if we went out for a drink on the following weekend, as we would both be at a loose end, and it would be silly for us both to just sit at home feeling sorry for ourselves. I had to agree that it was a great idea, and I must admit I was not looking forward to my first full weekend with out Dana's company.
I picked Mel up at 8pm, and we made our way to a quiet country pub on the outskirts of south Birmingham. We chatted quite freely, and it finally came out that I always gave Dana a massage on a Friday or Saturday night, depending on how we were both feeling. Mel had chosen to refuse my offers of a massage in the past, and I expected her to do the same again, so I didnt even think to offer her one. It was while we were driving back to Mel's home later, that we got back to chatting on the subject of massages. Mel was well aware that 90% of the time, my massages I gave to Dana ended up in a passionate shagging session, and she asked if I ever managed to give Dana a massage and not go further. I told Mel that it hapened a few times, but that my hands always seemed to get Dana going, even when I deliberately tried to avoid her sensitive places like between her legs, and around her boobs.
No more was said that evening, but I was in my shop the next day when the phone rang. I answered expecting it to be a customer, but was surprised when Mel's voice cut through my usual phone dialogue, and I asked her what was up. Mel explained that she had had a great time last night, and did I want to pick her up later, and we could watch a movie back at my flat together. I told her it would be a great idea, and she said we could choose a movie from my local video store on the way back to mine.
I again travelled the four and a half miles to collect Mel, and we chose a romantic movie, before settling back in my flat, and sipping on a nice chilled bottle of wine that Mel had brought. It was strange, as Mel didnt drink that often, usually only having one malibu and lemonade a night, then opting for tonic water for the remaining time out. I got into the movie, and felt Mel relax against me as the movie unrolled. It was unlike Mel, as although we were close, she always kept a distance, even while dancing to slow songs together.
The movie ended, and we chatted, at ease more than usual. The subject got back to my massage technique, and Mel asked if I actually had had any training, to which I replied I had not, but I seemed to know the right places to press, and could work out any knots that Dana had in a short time. Mel commented that she noticed how tense and cramped Dana had looked many a time, then having seen how much better she looked after a few minutes of me rubbing her neck. I had often been called upon by several older women who we knew in our regular club on our nights out, and all of whom had seemed more than happy with my ministrations. It hadnt escaped Mel's notice either, and she asked if I would just rub her neck for a while.
While running my fingers through around her neck, I noticed just how tense her neck muscles were, and presumed her back, shoulders, and other areas would be just as knotted and stiff. I mentioned this to Mel, and she admitted she felt stiff all over, but wouldnt dream of asking me. I challenged her as to why, and she said she was not sure she should, as I still pined for Dana. I assured Mel I could give her the release she needed, without going any further than she was comfortable with. We made a few ground rules as to where I could, and could not touch, and that if she felt uncomfortable at all, she was to say and I would stop immediately.
Arranging the furniture to leave a space in the middle of my living room, I fetched a duvet out of the bedroom, and lay it down on the floor. It had been agreed that Mel would, like Dana, strip down to her underwear, and lie down on the duvet, with her front downwards. I left the room, to warm some massage oil, and to allow Mel some privacy to arrange herself face down.