Chapter 1: Ella Gives Up Her Secret

Lewis arrived at the shop at ten to ten, he had had a text from Ella earlier to say. ‘See you at ten.’ Going through to the back room, he switched the heating on. Putting the kettle on, he prepared two coffees ready.

A few minutes after ten there was a knock on the shop door. Going through to open it, he could see Ella through the glass. Opening the door, she gave him a smile as she came in. He locked the door, left his keys in the lock, then they went through to the back.

After Lewis made the coffees, they sat at the table. ‘How do you feel this morning?’ he asked her. ‘Good,’ she replied. ‘I had the best night’s sleep I’d had for a while, I guess because I’m doing something about it.’

‘Let’s hope you sleep even better tonight,’ Lewis said with a smile. ‘When we start,’ he told her, ‘I’ll get you to lie on your back first. I’ll massage your front, with more questions of course.’ he added with a grin. ‘Then we can progress if you’re ready. But remember you should only move on when you feel relaxed enough.’

‘What are you doing for the rest of the day,’ Lewis asked as they had their coffee. ‘I usually go for a walk on a Sunday afternoon,’ she told him, ‘Unless it’s bucketing down.’ ‘Yes, it’s no fun if you’re wet.’ he said with a smile.

Finishing their coffee, they moved over to the settee. Ella took her shoes off and lay down. As Lewis reached out to put his hands on her head, she asked, ‘Lewis, can I turn over now?’ He took his hands away as he said, ‘Yes, of course.’

Ella sat up, pulled her top things off, lay down and turned over. As Lewis put his hands on her head, he said, ‘Very well done, that’s an excellent start.’

Massaging her head, he moved on down her back as he asked, ‘Did you have a lot of dreams about Tony?’ ‘Yes,’ she said as he moved down towards her waist. ‘Who else have you dreamt about in that way?’ he asked as he went over her cheeks. ‘There was another boy when I was in first year,’ she answered, ‘Johnathan. He was quiet like me as well. We used to talk in the playground. But his parents moved away with their work halfway through the term.’

As he reached her feet and started back up, he asked, ‘In your dream about Tony, was he your boyfriend and spent lots of time with you?’ As he went over her cheeks she said, ‘Yes.’ ‘Did you have similar dreams about Johnathan before he moved away?’ Lewis asked. By the time she answered, ‘Yes,’ he had reached her head.

After massaging her head for a few moments, he said, ‘When you feel ready, turn over.’ She remained still for a moment, then turned over.

Once she was settled, he smiled at her, ‘Well done,’ he said, ‘I know you found that difficult, but now you’ve managed it, you’ll relax even more.’

He massaged her head and down over her face, then he asked, ‘In your dreams about Johnathan, did you have sex with him?’ He saw her go slightly red, then as he massaged over her shoulders, she said quietly, ‘Yes,’ Moving on over her breasts, he noticed that even though he was now massaging over her bra, there was no tension this time. As he went down her stomach he asked, ‘So I presume the same applies to Tony, you dreamt about having sex with him.’

Her blush was brighter this time. She didn’t reply until he had passed over her abdomen without any reaction. As he went down her thighs she said, ‘Yes,’ still very quietly. ‘That’s very normal,’ Lewis told her, ‘Boys spend a lot of time dreaming about having sex with girls so it’s only logical that girls do the same about boys.’

As he went over her knees, he said, ‘Another yes or no question, did you ever have a crush on a teacher?’ She was quiet for a moment or two, then as he reached her feet she said, ‘Yes.’ A few seconds later she burst into tears.

‘Sit up,’ Lewis said. As she sat up. He took her in his arms. She put her own arms around him, her head on his shoulder and sobbed her heart out. Lewis sat quietly, holding her and giving her an occasional kiss on her head. ‘Just let it all out,’ he told her.

After a while, her sobs started to subside. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said though her tears, ‘I couldn’t hold it back.’ ‘That’s good,’ Lewis said, ‘I don’t mind in the least and you’ll feel so much better.’ Once her tears had stopped, Lewis said, ‘Lie down again and just relax, I’ll be back in a moment.’

Soon he returned with a wet flannel and a towel. He gently wiped her eyes and over her face, then dried her. She smiled up at him, ‘Thank you, you’re so gentle,’ she told him.

‘Do you feel up to continuing,’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes, I’m ok now.’ she told him. ‘I’m going to resume at your feet,’ Lewis told her. ‘You have realised I’m sure how much more relaxing massage is on your skin. When I come up your front this time, I will undo the front of your jeans so that next time you turn over, I can give you the option of slipping them down to uncover your legs. If when I get to your waist you aren’t ready, just say pass and I’ll leave them as they are.’

Massaging the front of her legs, he looked at her and told her. ‘I have a fair idea what your problem is about. But I could easily be wrong. Also, I still need you to be able to tell me yourself if we are going to get anywhere, so we won’t discuss it just yet.’

As he came up her thighs, he asked, ‘Taking your problem as a whole, what percentage of it happened at school?’ As she thought about it, he massaged her abdomen, covering every inch. Then as he reached her waist, she started to answer.

‘It’s hard to decide how to break it down,’ she told him, ‘At least fifty percent, but possibly more.’ By the time she had finished speaking, Lewis had undone her top button, slid her zip down and was halfway up her stomach. ‘Was everything connected with the problem in just two places?’ he asked as he moved up her stomach and massaged her breasts. Including the exposed skin of her breasts at each side.

She waited until he moved up onto her head before answering, ‘Yes.’ ‘Ok, you’re racing along now.’ Lewis told her, ‘Turn over.’ Putting his hands on the back of her head once she was settled, he massaged whilst he told her, ‘When I reach your waist, I will go inside your jeans and massage your cheeks over your panties. If you can’t do that yet, just say pass when I reach your waist.’

‘If you feel relaxed enough, when I massage your cheeks, lift your hips up so I can slide your jeans down and do your legs directly on your skin.’ Moving down onto her shoulders, he asked, ‘When you eventually meet a boyfriend, do you think your problem might affect your relationship?’

Her answer came with a very definite, ‘Yes.’ Passing over her bare back he asked, ‘What made you decide to return here today?’ As she thought out her answer, he ran his fingers across the bare skin immediately above the waist of her jeans. Hearing nothing, he slid a hand inside and massaged her cheeks over her panties. Amid her thinking she gave an ‘mmm’ then as she started to answer, she lifted her hips.

As Lewis slid her jeans down as far as he could, she told him, ‘I felt so much more relaxed when I went to bed. I also remembered you saying in the playground about being stuck with it for life if I did nothing. I decided that I’d never get another opportunity to sort it with anyone so nice and considerate, so here I am.’

By now Lewis had gone down her bare legs to her jeans, come back up again and was massaging her cheeks over her panties with nothing in the way. Moving up her back, Lewis just massaged, then when he reached her head, he told her to turn over.

Once she was settled, he massaged her head and started down her front as he told her, ‘When I reach your knees, I’m going to slip your jeans off out of the way unless you say pause. When I get back up to your head, I’m going to tell you what I think is your problem.’