Chapter 7: Margery Reveals Her Sex Life

‘Yes,’ he said smiling at her look of surprise. ‘I’ve massaged over every single bit.’ Then he asked, ‘So when did you see him again?’ ‘It was about a week before he asked me out next,’ she said. ‘I was beginning to think he had lost interest.’

As Lewis started back up her legs he asked, ‘So what happened next?’ ‘We went out a few times,’ she said, ‘We got on ok, but he remained very shy. Then when I said I was thinking of taking up the promotion and moving away, he just seemed to accept it. He made no effort to dissuade me or tell me he would miss me. It was quite disappointing really to think I’d made so little an impression on him.’

At that point Lewis reached the top of her thighs. Her voice faded away and he could see her eyes glued to his hands. He moved up onto her abdomen massaging the top of each hip first. Then he moved into the middle directly over her vagina. She tensed visibly but made no attempt to cry out.

Then as he moved on up, before he had even reached her waist, she had relaxed again. ‘I can’t believe you just did that whilst I watched, knew what you were doing and didn’t have a fit.’ she said. Lewis smiled at her, ‘Give yourself a pat on the back, that’s where sheer determination gets you.’

When he reached her waist, he stopped and looked at her. ‘You did so well there,’ he said, ‘I would like to go back down to the top of your legs and back up again before I carry on up to your head. But you must decide.’

‘When I put my hands back on your waist, I’ll wait for you to say ‘Down’ or ‘Up.’ If you say up I’ll just carry on up where I left off.’ Lewis put his hands flat on the waistband of her jeans and paused. There was silence for a few moments then she said quietly but firmly, ‘Down.’ As he started massaging, he asked, ‘So, after you moved into your new flat, did you ever see or hear from him again?’

Her eyes were fixed on Lewis’s hands as he massaged down the front of her jeans, then as she answered, ‘No, never.’ he massaged directly over her hairs and her vagina. She tensed very slightly, then realised it was giving her quite a nice sensation. She relaxed almost immediately.

As he massaged back up she added, ‘Last time I visited home, mum told me she had met his mum at the shops recently and asked after him. ‘He’s still living at home,’ she told her, ‘He hasn’t been out with anyone else since Margery left.’

As he moved up off her stomach, Lewis asked, ‘When you moved over to your new job where you still a virgin?’ ‘Yes,’ she answered with no hesitation this time.

As he massaged over her breasts, this time with a happy noise escaping her, he asked, ‘Was that because of you or Myles?’ ‘Myles,’ she replied, ‘We petted a little on occasions, but he was clearly too shy to go very far. I didn’t like to push him.’

As he massaged her shoulders Lewis asked, ‘If he had had more go about him, would you have let him be your first lover?’

He was massaging her head before she had decided on an answer. Lewis’s impression was that she was working out in her mind how she felt at the idea, rather than not feeling able to tell him. ‘Yes, I think I probably would have done,’ she said. ‘He was a lovely gentle person and by then I felt I was missing out. Yes, I would.’ she finally admitted with certainty.

Lewis took his hands away and smiled at her. ‘Well, what a difference,’ he said. ‘I know, I can’t believe it either,’ she said. ‘But it does feel good.’ She sat up, put her arms around him and gave him a hug. ‘Thank you for your patience.’ she said.

Then lying down again her face now red, she said, ‘I can’t believe I’ve just done that.’ ‘Well, it was very nice and greatly appreciated,’ Lewis told her. ‘Now, in a moment I want you to turn over so I can do your back again to relax you even more. As well as ask you some more questions naturally.’ She gave a quick grin. ‘But.’ he said, ‘The most effective massage is not on your clothes but on your skin.’ He explained the link between relaxed body and mind.

‘So, I would like you to think how much more relaxed you are now compared to when you came. Then consider taking your top off so I can massage your back on your skin. In a moment I will leave the room whilst you decide. Remember everything is your choice. No matter how you decide, just shout for me once you’re settled and I’ll come back in. Remember all I will see is your bare back and your bra strap. Just as if you were lying on the beach in a bikini.’

He got up and went through into the shop pulling the door closed behind him.

Margery lay still, her heart was beating fast. She could follow the logic of what he had said, and the massage so far had certainly been nice. She had also relaxed a tremendous amount, far more than she would ever have thought possible. But to get undressed, even if it would be no more than she would do on the beach, that was a major step.

Yet Lewis has massaged my breasts and over my vagina, she reminded herself. Not once but several times and for the last few times I’ve enjoyed the sensation. Knowing she could just turn over fully dressed as she was had also taken all the pressure off her. It was her choice plain and simple and she knew Lewis would still carry on patiently, regardless of how she decided.

She thought a bit longer then decided. ‘Lewis,’ she called out at last. She heard the door open then felt him sit at her side. He put his hands on the back of her head and massaged in her hair. ‘Well done,’ he said, ‘I can imagine what a hard decision that was. But it’s tremendous progress as well as a big compliment to me.’

He moved his hands down onto her bare shoulders. He felt a shiver but at the same time she said, ‘That feels so nice.’ He carried on massaging and asked, ‘In between moving into your new flat and your trouble, did you date anyone?’

As his hands moved over her bra straps, she replied, ‘Yes, there was a new boy of a similar age to me started at the new place about a year later. We exchanged hellos for a few months then eventually Douglas asked me out. He was clearly shy too, but not as much as Myles. We went out three times before the trouble. After that I cut him off.’

‘Did you and him make love?’ Lewis asked as he massaged over her cheeks. ‘No,’ Margery replied, no hesitation in telling him such things now. ‘So, the day before your trouble you were still a virgin?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes,’ she replied as he moved down her legs.

‘If the trouble hadn’t happened,’ Lewis asked, ‘How long do you think it would have been until you lost your virginity to Douglas?’ As he started back up her legs, she was silent clearly weighing it up. ‘A couple of months at the most.’ she admitted.

As he massaged back over her cheeks he asked, ‘How did he take your rejection afterwards?’ ‘He couldn’t understand it,’ she said sounding very sad. ‘I couldn’t explain why, and he couldn’t understand why I’d gone off him. I told him it was me not him, but he persisted asking me out for ages.’

‘Then a few weeks later he disappeared. When I enquired, he had transferred to work elsewhere. I didn’t know of course, but I can’t help but wonder if I had driven him away. I suppose I’ll never know.’ ‘Such is life.’ Lewis said sympathetically.

As he massaged back up her bare back Lewis said, ‘Clearly you meant a lot to him, don’t you think he might have understood if you had told him what had happened?’ ‘I dreamt of that happening,’ she said, ‘But no man would want me after what had happened to me, and I couldn’t risk him spreading it round. I’d have died of embarrassment.’

As he moved up onto her shoulders, Lewis asked, ‘Why couldn’t you have just pretended it hadn’t happened and carried on with him?’ ‘You saw how I was the first time you touched me,’ she said, ‘How would you explain that when it hadn’t happened on three previous occasions.’

Lewis took his hands off her head and said, ‘Turn over.’ Margery deep in thought about Douglas turned over and settled into place. Then realising her bra and the edges of her breasts were on full view, she panicked.

Then a strange thing happened. She felt herself relaxing. She looked at Lewis in surprise. ‘What’s up?’ he asked seeing her look of surprise. ‘I don’t know,’ she said, ‘I turned over without thinking. As I realised that I just had my bra on I started to panic. Then I relaxed without trying. Now I’m lying here with my bra and part of my breasts on view. You, a man, are looking at them and I don’t feel frightened anymore.’