Chapter 22

I’m going to leave Fab’s initiation in the past for a while and bring you back to the present, or is it the nearer past? I guess we’re going forward to the past, and at some point I will take you back to the future.

Confused? Don’t worry. I’m confused too.

Where were we?

Fab was about to massage Brit.

The soft glow of warm lamps lit the massage room, flickering like candlelight across the golden tones of the wooden floor. Brit lay on her stomach atop a cushioned table, her naked back completely exposed to Fab and the rest of us.

A viscous discharge of pussy juice gleamed in the light of the lamp as it stretched between her pussy and the leather cover of the cushion.

Her blonde hair, tousled like silk, spilled across the face cradle. She let out a slow exhale as Fab’s strong hands moved with practiced care over her shoulders.

Her pussy continued to drip.

Fab’s fingers worked in smooth, sweeping motions, his tribal tattoos flexing as he kneaded tension from her muscles. He was focused, grounded, calm, but his kind smile and the reverence in his touch made the moment feel like more than just a massage.

It was a gift, a ritual of care. I watched, mesmerized, not really expecting the massage to be a true gift as Kari had previously proclaimed, but Fab was obviously a first class masseur, giving Brit a five star massage.

Ken stood near me, his hand brushing lightly against mine as we both watched, our bodies close.

Kari leaned her head on Ellie’s shoulder, the two women sharing a quiet, deep intimacy as they watched Brit’s face soften with pleasure.

“Oh my sweet Lord,” Brit murmured sweetly and half-laughed, her voice husky and happy.

“She’s glowing,” Kari whispered, admiration in her voice. “I knew this would be perfect for her.”

“She deserves to feel like this after the way we treated her,” Ken said quietly, his eyes on Brit, but his hand slipping into mine. I gave it a gentle squeeze.

Ellie smiled softly, then glanced over at Fab. “You’re amazing at this,” she said. “Do you teach?”

Fab chuckled low, his hands sliding down Brit’s back with smooth, confident ease. “I do,” he said. “I also teach intimacy and sexual techniques to groups and couples.”

Brit laughed under her breath, turning her face just enough to glance toward them all. “This feels ... incredible,” she murmured. “Having all of you here. I’ve never felt so loved.”

There was a tender silence, like everyone was holding the moment together in their hearts.

“Then let’s stay right here,” Fab said warmly. “For as long as you want.”

Brit sighed as Fab’s hands moved expertly over her shoulders, the tension melting away with each long, deliberate stroke. Then he placed his big expert hands upon Brit’s ass-mounds. He caressed and squeezed. Brit moaned and groaned.

When Fab gently guided her to roll over, Brit did so without hesitation, propping herself on her elbows, her hair tumbling over one shoulder. She met his eyes briefly, and he gave her a soft smile. Respectful, kind, and full of quiet admiration.

Brit was truly beautiful.

She was really glowing.

Fab made her glow even brighter.

Brit’s body looked like a work of art. Her nipples were hard and pointing upwards. Her pubes were covered in dewy sweat. Fab began to pour warmed up massage oil all over the front of her body, making her purr with delight. This massage somehow looked more intimate than making love.

Fab was indeed making love to Brit using his loving hands. Brit’s mouth had fell open in a sensual O and she purred softly as the hot man touched her with his magic fingers.

The rest of us watched with a sense of adoration as the beautiful scene slowly unfolded in front of us. Somehow at some point we all had come to realize that we loved Brit. It was beautiful watching someone we all loved being cared for so intimately.

Ellie, standing near the head of the massage table, reached out and brushed Brit’s hair back from her face.

“You’re gorgeous,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss her full lips.

Brit’s eyes softened at her voice, and she smiled up at her girlfriend, grateful for her presence and the love in the room.

Fab’s hands moved with intention—skimming lightly over Brit’s arms, her collarbone, the tops of her thighs. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just confident, careful affection. The air between them buzzed with unspoken connection, not just from him, but from everyone watching.

“She looks like a goddess,” Ken murmured from behind Kari, and she nodded in agreement.

“It’s like ... watching love in motion,” Kari added softly.

Okay. I have to confess that we were all a tiny bit high. That’s all I am going to say about the matter.

Let’s move on.

Brit let out a breath that felt like release, her body sinking fully into the table as Fab’s strong hands worked lower. “I’ve never felt this way,” she said, voice hushed and thick. “This is heaven.”

Ellie’s hand found hers. “You are so beautiful. He is so beautiful. His hands on your body, it’s ... oh gosh, so wonderful.”

Brit gasped softly as Fab’s strong hands glided gently down her sides, coaxing sighs of pleasure from her lips. The massage had moved beyond simple relaxation—this was a gift of love, eyes fluttering closed as warmth and emotion overwhelmed her.

“Ooh God!” Brit purred as Fab’s hands reached her pubic mound. When his thumbs entered her slit and his fingers parted her pussy lips, Brit sobbed softly as a tender orgasm began to rush through her overwhelmed senses.

Behind her, Ellie slid onto the table, folding her legs beneath her and wrapping her arms gently around Brit. Brit leaned her head back against Ellie’s naked breasts. Ellie pressed a kiss to Brit’s neck, then trailed her lips along her shoulder, murmuring, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Brit leaned into her, overwhelmed by the closeness—the tenderness. Fab’s hands didn’t stop, continuing to stroke and soothe every inch of her throbbing pussy that made her heart flutter and her mind glow.

Ken, Kari, and I watched silently, affection warming our eyes.

“She’s coming,” I whispered, watching Brit’s face soften in Ellie’s embrace.

A steady flow of cunt juice erupted from Brit’s softly convulsing slit. Ellie played with Brit’s boobs and clamped her nipples between her fingers as she kissed her neck while Fab leaned in and kissed her lips so very softly.