Randy opened the door to find Chelsea standing on the other side in long-sleeved, footie pajamas of light grey flannel. Her soft brown hair was in a relaxed bun with strands falling on her face. The slender curve of her neck brought his eye to her barely exposed clavicle leading to the long zipper between her breasts that ended just below her waist.
She tucked a few loose strands behind her ear and adjusted her shoulder bag. "Randy?" Her wide eyes we expectant with eyebrows raised.
It took him a few moments to respond. "Uh. Er. Yes, come in, um, Chelsea. Right?"
She smiled a beautiful, full-teeth smile and winked at him. "You got it!"
Her walk was smooth and confident as she set her bag on the kitchen counter just inside Randy's apartment. Her little apple ass rocked across the tight fabric of her onesie making her way to the couch.
He followed and sat beside her perfect form, hands on her knees just perching on the cushion. "I thought we could start with some ground rules so we can get straight to the good stuff," she said.
Nodding he folded his body over and crossed his arms to conceal his erection.
"I remember from your questionnaire that this is your first time with a Cuddle Buddy, right?" She nodded along with him holding eye contact until he looked at the ground. "It's okay. Lots of people haven't tried it before, and human touch is so important."
She placed her hand on his shoulder scattering goosebumps over his back. He looked up at her and tried to smile.
"So," she continued, "a few things to keep in mind: 1. Our bottoms are always covered with fabric; 2. No kissing or fluid exchange of any kind.; and 3. Always let me know if you are uncomfortable--physically or emotionally--and I will do the same. And to be frank, boners happen. They are nothing to be ashamed of and shouldn't be ignored. You can excuse yourself to take care of it or we can change positions. We can even acknowledge it and let it be. It will be something we figure out together to find what works best for you."
His breathing quickened with her talking in such a direct and dirty way. Knowing his face was bright red, he averted his gaze again. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his hands. Apparently, he'd been wringing them. They were sweaty and red with irritation but splattered white where he drew the skin taught across bone and tendon.
Her touch on his skin calmed him. The knee he didn't know he was bouncing grew slow then still. His breathing deepened and he smelled her enchanting scent--jasmine.
"Why don't you briefly tell me why you reached out to Cuddle Buddy Services and then we can get started." She inched closer to him rubbing his exposed wrists and hands.
Closing his eyes helped him feel like he wasn't really admitting any of his problems. In the dark, he was alone, and she wouldn't hear him tell her that he hadn't been touched in over a year. That his ex-girlfriend used sex as a weapon and he hasn't experienced a woman's touch since he grew the backbone to dump her.
"Thank you for sharing that with me Randy. Now, do you have any questions or places you don't want to be touched?"
"Oh god, no. Please touch me everywhere. Anywhere. All the time." His desperation was humiliating but he didn't care. He didn't want her to stop, ever. She was so gentle and soft with him.
Without giggling, as he'd expected, she said, "No problem. And it seems skin-to-skin is very soothing for you?"
He opened his eyes to find her face close to his as he nodded.
"Okay. Places I don't like to be touched are my ears and my eyes. Other than that, have at me. Are you ready?"
Nodding vigorously, he sat up straight waiting for instruction. She asked about positions he wanted to start with, but he was at a loss, so she suggested a simple hug.
They stood and wrapped their arms around each other. She rubbed her hands around his cotton-covered back and he mirrored her motions. His hardon had disappeared while he revealed his embarrassing dry spell before, but pressing his groin against her now brought it back to life. Hoping his jeans kept him covert, he decided to ignore it until she said something first.
He looked at her ass sticking out from her frame and dipped his hands lower with each circle around her back. Eventually, his rounded movements included both of her ass cheeks being lightly grazed.
"Mmm, this is nice," she purred. "Why don't you go change into something more comfortable than jeans and maybe a tank top for more skin-to-skin opportunities? And I'll roll up my sleeves."
Randy just about ran to his room and shuffled through his dresser for some basketball shorts and an undershirt. Tearing off his clothes, including his boxers, he adorned his new outfit and tried to walk back out into the living room at a reasonable speed.
Chelsea had turned on the TV and found a movie. "Usually, watching a movie or show can help break the tension and awkward silence. How about this one? And then we can spoon on the couch."
She picked some action movie he'd never heard of, but he agreed, and they got into position. With his height at 6 foot and her at 5 1/2 feet, they naturally ended up with him as the big spoon, his back against the couch.
Using pillows and blankets he'd brought out before she arrived, she adjusted herself endlessly, rubbing her ass against his hardon. She pressed her body as close to him as possible to keep from falling off the couch and instructed him to wrap his top leg over hers to help anchor her. Then she used his lower arm as a head pillow and drew his upper arm across her tummy and onto her breasts.
He was stunned. "Oh, I thought the website said this area was off limits, same as genitals." Regretting his words, she sat up tugging her legs free of his hold.
Facing him, he had to look up at her seeing breasts then her face. "Sorry, I forgot to explain. I don't think that matters so much. Touch is touch and if our intention is not sexual, then it's fine. I don't personally feel arousal when my nipples are touched and understand that a hard nipple under fabric can be a stim for some people. If I can touch your chest, you can touch mine. Does that work for you?"
His jaw hung open as he nodded. This was a different experience than he expected. It sounded so freeing to be able to touch a woman without worrying about the inevitability of sex or if she'd smack him instead.
"As for genitals. Like I said before: they stay covered. Spooning for instance makes your genitals touch my ass so, what, are we going to get rid of the most popular cuddle position? No. So, if your hand or anything else brushes my genitals I will tell you if I am uncomfortable. And you can do the same. We don't always know where everything is laying, or uh, standing," her eyes darted to his groin, "so it's bound to happen. We don't need to make a big deal of it."
Randy found was lost for words and just kept nodding.
