Chapter 3: No Sound Would Pass

‘Lie down again now,’ Lewis told her as he released his arms and smiled back. As she did, Anette realised that just after she had smiled at him, she had had a great urge to kiss him. ‘Do you want me to turn over now?’ she asked. ‘Only if you feel ok about it.’ Lewis told her.

She gave him another smile and turned over. Once she was settled Lewis told her, ‘I’m going to put my hands on the back of your head and massage gently. I won’t move off your head or start asking questions until you say ‘Go’ to let me know you are ready.’

Anettes mind was still processing the idea of a future happy relationship, intertwined with a surprising desire to experience a kiss with Lewis. The massage on her head, added another new experience and sent her off into a lovely dream. After a while Lewis cleared his throat.

Anette came back to earth. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘It was so lovely I was miles away. Go.’ As Lewis’s hands moved down onto the back of her shoulders, she couldn’t understand how she could be enjoying the contact so much. She shivered.

Lewis’s hands lifted off immediately, ‘Are you ok?’ he asked. ‘Yes, that wasn’t you.’ she told him. ‘Your massage was so nice I was enjoying it so much. Then I felt so amazed that I could enjoy it at all after what happened to me. Then I thought about what happened and that was why I shivered.’

‘Please carry on,’ she told him. Lewis resumed his massage thinking how good it was that Anette had felt able to explain her feelings unprompted. ‘Can you tell me where you live?’ he asked. ‘I share a two-bedroom flat with another girl from work.’ Anette told him.

‘Her name is Miriam,’ she continued as Lewis’s hands moved down her back, ‘She’s a year older than me, and very nice. We get along well. It’s two years since I moved in with her. She has been there for three.’

As Lewis moved over her waist, he asked, ‘Where did you live before that?’ ‘I was in a care hostel, then when I left school and got a job, they said they’d help find me a flat. I had made friends with Miriam on my first day at work.’

‘A few weeks later we were taking about families. I told her I didn’t have any left and about where I lived. I was well cared for in the hostel, I’ve no complaints, but I was looking forward to moving out and starting my own life.’

‘Then Miriam told me her flat mate was about to move out and asked if I’d like to replace her. I jumped at it and moved in two months later. We’ve been like sisters ever since.’ Lewis had massaged her cheeks over her jeans and was nearing her feet.

‘Do you mind telling me how you came to be in a care hostel?’ he asked. ‘My dad died when I was a baby,’ Anette told him. ‘I don’t remember him. Then mum died just as I was leaving primary school. I had no relatives to take me in, so I was taken into care.’

‘I don’t know if I was just lucky, but the hostel I was in was run by a lovely couple who did their best to make it as much like home as possible.’ Lewis had reached her feet and was at the top of her thighs on his way back up.’

As he moved onto her cheeks, Anette was aware of a lovely sensation flowing through her. Then she realised that as Lewis was on his way back up, he must have massaged her cheeks on the way down too. She was amazed that she hadn’t even noticed that.

Even now, knowing it was happening wasn’t bothering her, in fact she wanted him to stay there for ages. ‘How did you get on with the other girls at school?’ Lewis asked as he moved on up her back. ‘Fairly well,’ she told him, ‘I didn’t make any very close friends though.’

‘The few that I was closest to at school invited me to their homes occasionally. But each of them only accepted my invite back to the hostel once. I think that was purely curiosity. Going to their homes only made me more aware of what I was missing out on, so I soon started keeping myself to myself.’

Lewis massaged the back of her head, then told her to turn over. She gave him a smile as she settled on her back. ‘How are you finding it?’ he asked. ‘It’s not a bit like I expected,’ she told him, ‘I don’t know what I was worrying about.’

‘The fear of the unknown is a terrible, but quite normal feeling.’ Lewis said. ‘Now you’ve decided I’m not an ogre who’s going to eat you up you’ve stopped worrying.’ Lewis told her with a grin. Anette laughed. ‘I can’t imagine anyone less like an ogre.’ she told him.

‘I’m going to do the same on your front now,’ Lewis told her, ‘With of course, some more questions.’ Anette grinned. As Lewis massaged the front of her head and her temples, she relaxed enjoying it. Then it registered that if Lewis massaged her front and covered all of it, he would massage her breasts.

Then what about lower down too? After a brief moment of panic, she relaxed. ‘It’ll be strange, and I’ll be very nervous she thought, but I don’t feel frightened. I’m certain Lewis wouldn’t do anything that would hurt me.’

After massaging her temples, Lewis moved back onto her head knowing that a massage on your temples is something no one would choose to stop. Soon after Anette said, ‘Go.’ As Lewis massaged the front of her shoulders he asked, ‘How did you get on with the boys at school?’

The moment his hands rested on her shoulders, Anette closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of excitement that had suddenly shot through her. ‘The first two years, I hardly had anything to do with them, I was... ‘

She stopped speaking and her voice changed to a quiet cry of delight as the lovely feeling of Lewis’s gentle hands on her breasts rolled through her. It wasn’t until he was part way down her stomach that she was able to continue.

‘That felt so lovely,’ she told him. ‘Yours are the first male hands that have ever touched me there in an enjoyable manner.’ She resumed where she had left off. ‘I was still too upset about my circumstances. Then in the last two years I’d gone even deeper into my shell and most of them left me alone.’

As Lewis’s hands moved up onto the front of her jeans she stopped speaking again. Then another different, but still lovely feeling flowed through her. As she enjoyed the sensation, and his hands moved lower she had to fight the urge to draw her knees up and apart.

When he moved onto her thighs he asked, ‘You said most of them left you alone, what about the ones who didn’t?’ ‘There were three.’ she said, her face no longer looking happy as she recalled. ‘They were all in my year, but in different forms.’

‘They were known as being bullies and troublesome, but they didn’t bother me until our third year, when we were all fifteen plus. Then the three of them came up to me in the playground one day and started poking fun at me.’

‘When I tried to move away, they surrounded me.’ ‘What were you locked up for?’ one of them asked. ‘What do you mean?’ I said surprised. ‘We know you live in a special home,’ he said. ‘What were you put in there for.’

‘I was about to tell them, when I thought, ‘They’re more likely to poke fun, rather than be sympathetic.’ Then I had an idea on the spur of the moment. ‘Promise you won’t tell anyone.’ I said looking round as if to make sure no one else was in earshot.’

As Lewis reached her feet and started back up, Anette continued, ‘I killed my neighbour’s son when he tried it on with me,’ I told them. ‘But the judge said it was self-defence, so I was put in a home rather than in a prison.’

‘You should have seen their faces. They moved away so fast, and I had no more problem with the younger two. The story spread round the school like wildfire as you can imagine. Most of the pupils laughed it off, but I’m sure quite a few believed it and kept away from me after that.’

‘But that didn’t bother me. It soon became yesterday’s news and forgotten by most. But the eldest one came back halfway through our final year. I was on my way home from school and he grabbed my arm.’

Then she stopped speaking as Lewis’s hands moved off her thighs and massaged all over the front of her jeans. Anette had been imagining the feeling as he came up her legs. As she felt it, she couldn’t stop making happy noises.