Chapter 7

The rest of the week was... interesting. Nights I was kept busy entertaining Jake. We didn't do things ridiculously out of the scope of what we had before - no whips or chains - but we did push the limits, with Jake ordering me around and me obeying. The quality was better and the quantity was greatly increased. It seemed that I was horny all the time, and Jake had more erections in him then I expected.

Days were confusing. Amy and I still met each day, and we still discussed all the things that we always did; however there was an undertone to all our conversations, and at any moment she might demand something of me, and I would comply. In addition to small chores, the rubdowns continued. I did her feet, her back, her head, her neck. It culminated on Saturday, when Amy insisted that I come over late in the afternoon.

When I arrived, Amy was in her bathrobe, and she told me to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. When we arrived she said, "You have such amazing hands, and they relax my body so well, I wanted to see what it would be like to get a full body massage from you."

With that, she dropped her robe, revealing her naked body. Now Amy and I had been friends for decades, but I had never seen her without clothes. We are both in our late forties, so neither of us was exactly a spring chicken. Nonetheless, her body was in pretty good shape, even without clothes. She smiled at me as I surveyed her body, then turned and walked to the bed, with a detectable sway in her ass. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed and laid down, arms extended to the sides, legs parted.

She lay there for about thirty seconds before she turned to me and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your shoes off, get up here and start working your magic hands on me."

I shook myself and nervously complied. I slipped off my shoes and knee walked onto the bed. I looked down on her and I didn't know what to do. The most comfortable position would be straddling her, at least for a massage. I wasn't sure how comfortable that would make me, however, so I knelt next to her and ran my hands up her back to her shoulders. I started rubbing and squeezing them, and she moaned contentedly. I spent the next ten minutes or so working on her neck and back. Each time I rubbed her lower back, she would thrust her ass slightly into the air, encouraging me to move my hands further down, an encouragement I was loathe to oblige. Finally, she graduated from subtle encouragement, saying, "Lower, Claire, go lower."

Given an order like that, I complied. As I squeezed and rubbed her buttocks, I reflected on how I got into this position, and further reflected on how wet my panties were. Why were they soaked, massaging my best friend? I was so confused.

I worked on her ass for a few minutes, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly wider apart, still thrusting her pelvis up slightly every time my hand wandered near her inner thighs. I worked down one leg, then started on her other thigh, again moving down to her feet. When I was done, she flipped over. I was kneeling next to her and I looked down at her.

Amy's chest was heaving, her nipples dark and standing firm. Her waist tapered, but there was a slight paunch over her pelvis. Her bush was dark and full, though slightly trimmed. Her legs were spread widely, and I could see her pink lips peeking out from between her thighs. "Start at my feet," she ordered in a breathy voice.

She watched me closely as I lifted her foot into my lap and started rubbing. Her eyes never left me as I moved my hands up her leg towards her thigh. She parted her legs even further, allowing my hands to squeeze her inner thighs. As my hands got close to her vagina, she demanded, "Now the other foot!"

As I moved down to her other foot, I realized that she was not the only person in the room breathing heavily. I took her foot into my lap and started working my way up her leg. I was at her thighs again, both of us on the verge of panting, when we heard the door close downstairs. I looked up in surprise, but Amy just said, "That was amazing!" She pulled me in and gave me a brief kiss on the lips and said, "You can go home now. On your way out, tell Jim to come up here right now!"