My sister, Michelle, turned eighteen about a month ago. One of her best friends, Jennifer, has her birthday on the same date. Part of the reason they are friends, I guess. They tend to have joint birthday parties, except the year they turned ten and were not talking to each other.
A month after their joint birthday there was a public holiday, resulting in a long weekend. Both girls managed to get an extra day off, letting them enjoy a rare four day weekend. Michelle invited Jennifer to stay with us for the long weekend and, to no-one's surprise, Jennifer agreed. (My feelings on the matter were neither required nor considered, not that it worried me.) Jennifer rolled up after work on Thursday and just like that she was settled in for the weekend.
Jennifer was quite an attractive girl. Modest, a little shy, quite intelligent, and socially inclined. I'd always got on quite well with her but had tended to consider her as not in my hunting area due to her close friendship with Michelle.
I'd been out late on Thursday and when I got home the house was dark apart from the girl's bedroom. I assumed that my parents were asleep and the girls were still up talking. Strolling past their room I looked in, seeing they'd left the door open, and saw Jennifer was curled up on her bed fiddling with her phone.
She wasn't urgently texting or anything, just flicking through the screens in a desultory manner, indicating a bit of boredom. A glance to the side showed that Michelle was already asleep. It was a warmish night which was probably why Jennifer couldn't drop off. She was wearing a set of baggy cotton pyjamas, and was just lying slumped on the bed. I strongly suspected that she had no idea that those baggy pyjamas had slipped down at the rear, exposing over half her bottom, and a very nice bottom it was.
"You look a trifle bored," I said, wandering in and sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.
"Just restless," she grumbled, "and you shouldn't be in here."
I laughed. "What harm can it do? Michelle's right there. One loud word and she'll be awake and glaring daggers at me for waking her. It won't matter which one of us actually wakes her, I'll still get the blame. Relax a little."
To help her relax I started rubbing Jennifer's back. Just lazy circles from the small of her back to her shoulders and down again. I could feel her relaxing under the gentle massage.
Now as far as I was concerned it was only reasonable that I rub all of her back, and with that much bottom on display it was only fair that I treated it as a continuation of her back. When Jennifer found that my hands were rubbing across her bottom she didn't think it was quite so reasonable.
"What are you doing?" she hissed at me, trying to push my hand away.
"Rule of thumb," I informed her. "If it's on display then you're allowed to touch it."
"My bottom is not on display," she said very firmly, trying to hitch her pyjama trousers up.
"Actually, it is, and a very fine bottom it is."
"Don't do that," I added, stopping her pulling her pyjamas up. "I prefer things the way they are. Stop fussing about it. It's not as though I'm going to seduce you with Michelle in the room. Just relax and enjoy a harmless massage."
She didn't relax immediately but as I continued to just lightly rub her back (and bottom) she did calm down, going with the flow, as it were.
Now they weren't my pyjamas. I couldn't be blamed if they were a bit loose on her. Neither could I be blamed if when I brushed my hand across her bottom any contact with her pyjamas seemed to push them a little further down. I don't think Jennifer fully realised how far down until my hand idly brushed across her pudenda. Then she knew.
She gave a muffled exclamation and hurriedly tried to push my hand away, but I wouldn't be in it.
"Don't be silly. I'm not hurting you, just rubbing a little. And that's all I will be doing, I assure you."
For some reason my words didn't exactly help her relax and she was all tensed up for a while, but when all I did was continue to stroke her and rub her, even if I was rubbing certain sensitive areas, she started to relax, although she did seem to be breathing hard.
We continued like that for a while, me gently massaging, her receiving that massage. At some point her legs seemed to have drifted apart a little further, giving me easier access, although I'm sure she'd have flatly denied that if it had been pointed out.
After a while she was twisting about under my touch, just slowly writhing in place while she tried to keep her mouth shut. I could hear faint whimpering sounds escaping but ignored them, me being a gentleman and all that.
It was a little harder to ignore when she slapped both her hands across her mouth and seemed to throw a fit. She climaxed beautifully, almost heaving herself off the bed. Then she just slumped back down on the bed, totally relaxed.
"There you are," I said cheerfully. "You seem a little more relaxed now. I'll leave you to catch some sleep."
I departed, switching off the light as I went. I'd performed my good deed for the day. I'm quite sure Jennifer didn't mean it when she muttered what sounded like, "You rotten bastard."
I didn't see much of the girls the next day. It was a case of they went their way and I went mine. When I got back home in the evening they'd already retired so I didn't bother them. A little later I was just about ready for bed myself. Heading in that direction I noticed the light showing under the girl's bedroom door so I tapped lightly and stuck my head in when there was no reply.
Jennifer was awake and lying on top of her bed again. When she heard the door open she turned her head to see who it was, spotted me, and hastily lay on her back, making sure her pyjamas were pulled up. She glanced across at Michelle and then mouthed a rude word at seeing her asleep. I'll say this for my sister, she can always go to sleep at the drop of a hat.
"Go away," Jennifer told me as I strolled across to sit next to her.
"Don't be like that," I grumbled. "I'm not going to hurt you or seduce you. Not tonight, anyway."
"Not any time," retorted Jennifer.
"If you say so," I said agreeably, dropping a hand onto her tummy. "No, I just thought a little massage. Slightly different to last night's though."
She glared at me but didn't try to stop me rubbing lazy circles on her tummy. I suspect that she felt it would be useless unless she made enough noise to wake Michelle and she didn't want to do that. After all, I hadn't really done anything reprehensible.
The trouble with rubbing a girl's tummy is that you can't really be sure where the tummy ends and her chest begins. Of course, once your hand starts brushing those lovely upper curves you tend to know it. So does she.
"Shift your hand," Jennifer demanded in a voice that hinted that she meant what she said.
I did so, of course. I'd felt the lower curve of her breasts and knew just where she was coming from. My hand rose over her curves, caressing her lovely breasts, my thumb rotating each nipple as my hand passed across her.
"I didn't mean like that and you know it," gasped Jennifer.
"Oh. Sorry," I murmured, my other hand starting to trace little circles on her tummy.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Well what?" I asked.
"Your hand. Move it lower."
Now there was a surprise. I'd have thought she'd be more concerned about her breasts. The hand on her tummy dipped lower, slipping inside her pyjamas and soothing its way across her mons. Finding some nice warm curves down there I started massaging them.
"Stop that. You're doing that deliberately. You know I meant move the hand on my breasts."
"I am moving it, I assure you," I told her, that hand continuing to wander back and forth across her breasts. Her breasts seemed to have swollen slightly under my touch. Her nipples were certainly paying attention to what I was doing.
For that matter it wasn't only her breasts that were reacting. Those lower curves and shapes were also paying close attention to what was going on. I could almost see her legs drifting slightly further apart.
I ignored Jennifer's muttered protests, continuing to give her a nice little massage, one that I was sure would relax her and help her sleep. A real boy scout was what I was.
Now some people might think I was being inconsiderate ignoring Jennifer's protests but you must remember that Michelle was right there in the room, even if she was asleep. All Jennifer had to do was make a slightly louder protest and Michelle would have been stirring and I would have been going while I remained healthy. No loud protest equalled no protest in this instance and so I felt quite free to stroke some lovely curves and to explore interesting places.
I will admit that there was nearly a very loud protest when I accidentally brushed against Jennifer's clitoris. Fortunately her small scream was muffled by the hand pressed against her mouth. Equally fortunately, so were the next couple.
Disappointing though it was to realise that my work was almost done I set forth to do a final bit of teasing and tempting. Jennifer made a couple of very peculiar noises and then grabbed her pillow and slammed it down over her face.
After that she seemed to throw a fit on the bed, bouncing about and screaming. It turns out that a pillow is an excellent muffler for loud noises.
When Jennifer finished bouncing about I lifted up the front of her pyjamas top, dropped a light kiss on each lovely breast and departed, wishing her a pleasant night as I left.
Saturday passed much the same as Friday. The girls went about their business and I went about mine. For some reason or other our paths just did not seem to cross. That night when I went to bed I found that the girl's door was closed and the light was off. I considered for a moment and then tapped lightly. I waited a moment but there was no answer, so I tapped a second time, not much louder than the first.
The door opened a crack and Jennifer glared out at me.
"Go away," she said.
"No," I promptly replied. "Let me in."
"You can't come in. If I let you in you'll molest me. I'm not having it."
Molest her, indeed. She could have made me back off at any stage and we both knew it.
