Chapter 1

Note, this text was reedited and updated in January 2026; the base story remains the same.

Northern California – 2 years ago – 2018

A mostly true story

Just outside the open door to the upstairs master bedroom, I stood with my old college friend Terri as we watched her daughter Beth give a massage to her dad. Beth had been taking massage lessons at the city recreation department for the last three months. Today, after Beth got home from school, Terri asked me to watch her daughter practice what she had learned. I was unsure why I would find this interesting and why she wanted me to share the experience with her. I had just arrived for a one-night visit while on my way further north from my home in the Central Valley.

Watching over Terri’s right shoulder, I could see inside the bedroom where a lamp beside the bed gave off a pool of soft white light. In the warm June evening air, an old fan purred gently on the dresser as it wafted a soothing breeze across the bed where Jon, Teri’s husband, lay. Relaxing classical music emanated from a small Bluetooth speaker next to the bed where Jon was flat on his chest with his arms at his sides, and his head turned away from us in the doorway. His pale naked body contrasted with the dark-colored duvet that covered the bed, his only clothing a pair of black athletic shorts.

I could see that Terri’s blonde head was watching me, gauging my reaction as she spoke in a low voice. Having gone to State College together, we had known each other for just over 20 years. Terri and Jon had married a couple of years after our graduations in the mid-90s.

“I know you’re questioning why I asked you to stand here,” she said, eyes on me. “This is about helping Beth with her body image. I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t talk much. Just go with what I’ve decided, okay? I just want us to help Beth,” Teri said, turning back to Beth and Jon.

Shrugging my shoulders in compliance, I nodded my understanding.

For a moment, remembering the pretty coed I knew in college, I stood just outside Terri’s bedroom and admired her now older, pretty face, a few lines, her slim neck, straight blonde hair that rested on her shoulders in a classy kind of way. She kept in shape over the years with weekly workouts at the gym, or walking the dogs, she had explained, keeping her figure trim. Wearing a pair of unsexy “Mom style” glasses, my friend in her early 40s was still an attractive woman with a slim, athletic figure and intelligent face. She had a master’s degree in psychology, which she never formally used outside of part-time marketing work.

Standing in the bedroom doorway watching what was going on in the dimly lit bedroom, Terri leaned back into me as we watched Beth massage her dad, she’d only just started. Unlike me, Jon’s upper back had little hair and was pale in the dim light. My eyes slowly picked apart the looks of the awkward-looking fifteen-year-old girl kneeling over her dad, straddling his thighs, holding a bottle of lotion. A month shy of her sixteenth birthday, she was not a small girl by any measure; Beth was a growing teen showing womanly curves. She was an athletic girl, a soccer forward, so she had long, strong legs, a firm back, and well-toned arms. At 5’8”, I knew Beth stood just an inch shorter than me in her bare feet. Blonde like her mom, Beth had a high hairline while her curls fell to the middle of her back in a loose ponytail, giving me a glimpse of her strong, pale neck. No one in this family was able to get a tan without turning red like a lobster, Terri always complained.

Beth wore a purple and black spandex top, with tight running shorts that showed off the alluring curves of her teenage ass. Standing there with Terri, I admired her daughter’s well-developed chest tucked into the sports bra. Though her waist was narrow, like many young girls, Beth struggled with her tummy, which was trim; she still had that small roll of teen fat near the waistband. I liked her; she was pretty for sure and smart as well, able to engage us adults in conversations longer than two sentences.

“So, this is all about body image?” I whispered to Terri, putting a hand in the small of her back, moving closer to her, hip to hip, our bodies in close contact. Terri looked at me, smiled warmly, and placed a finger to her lips to shush me, pushing her glasses up on her face. She leaned firmly into me so that I could not help but become aroused by our warm bodies touching so intimately. Terri’s slim body felt nice against me. At the time, I was single and not close with any woman my age; erotic massage during my trips to Eastern Europe didn’t count, but she didn’t know that.

I had been getting massages most of my adult life, both classic and those of an erotic nature, overseas. I also had enough encounters with passionate girls over the years to know a thing or two about turning on and satisfying a woman. As Beth leaned over her mostly naked dad, I admired the way her heavy breasts hung despite being tucked into her spandex. I wondered what they might look and feel like. I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering and going to that taboo area.

Beth’s breasts were large for a fifteen-year-old, probably a good C cup. Yes, I was guilty of shopping online for lingerie that I never bought. Applying lotion to her dad’s back with long strokes of her hands, I watched how her breasts pushed against the spandex top as she worked, hinting at her deep teen cleavage.

Starting at the top of Jon’s pale shoulders, Beth slowly worked her father’s muscles down his back. It was not overly exciting on its own, but admiring the young teen’s figure and hands, I felt my cock stirring in my shorts. What got me hard the most, though, as I watched the busty teen work, was my old friend Terri pressing against the front of my kakhi shorts with her ass, triggering an embarrassing erection that I couldn’t control.

Occasionally, Beth looked over at her mom but never seemed to notice me gazing intently at her. As I stood with Terri, she shifted, allowing more of her ass cheek to press up against my groin. I said nothing but assumed she felt my growing erection. I continued to rest my hand on her hip, not being told to move it, as Terri kept pressing her ass against my obvious hard-on, tenting my shorts.

Over on the bed, Beth worked on her dad’s lower back, stopping her hands at the waistband of his shorts. I noticed the look she gave her mom, which seemed to be asking permission. Terri gave Beth a slight nod. Was I mistaken, or were Terri’s nipples growing hard, little bumps under her t-shirt? She didn’t have a big chest, but I noticed.

Fascinated by the family dynamics playing out before me, I saw the young girl’s face flush a bit as if there were some indecisions about what she intended, yet excitement as well. With a look of resolve, Beth slowly pulled her father’s gym shorts down. I was stunned by the scene as Jon lifted his hips and allowed his daughter to bare his white but unremarkable, not hairy ass. I’d had enough massages to know that having my glutes worked was the one highlight of the process and was where the non-erotic massage came closest to being erotic.

With open hands, Beth tentatively worked the lotion on her dad’s glutes using her thumbs for deep pressure. Terri cleared her throat while intently watching her daughter work. Beth lifted her gaze from her dad’s white ass and saw her mom nod. Sitting up and leaning back on her thighs, she placed her hands on her bra, looked again in our direction, but still not meeting my gaze, in one swift motion, Beth pulled the spandex top over her head and off, tossing it on the floor.

It happened so fast that I was not sure what to make of the sight. My heart suddenly beat faster as I took in her jiggling teenage breasts. They were large, conical in shape, firm-looking with puffy, pink nipples sagging just slightly. As an occasional nudist, I was used to seeing naked breasts of all sizes, but seeing hers was an unexpected pleasure. I appreciated Beth’s tan lines, even on her pale body; her breasts were pale, white melons contrasting with the rest of her.