Chapter 2

I didn't hear from them again until about a week and a half later. Jen called me and said she had a couple of weeknights free and, after talking to Brenda, had been fantasizing about it. I invited her to supper the next night, nothing fancy, just Bob Evans a 'family style' restaurant.

We had a good time talking, she about her parents and friends, me about my kids. I appreciated that she didn't display too much interest in my boys. That would be embarrassing, if she was so bold as to want to meet them, for instance. The girl had a good head on her shoulders. We went back to the apartment and to her room. She stripped down quickly to her bra and panties, and I to my shorts, then we just looked at each other. She laughed.

"What do we do now?"

I chuckled, too.

"I dunno ... sure is awkward."

"Could you give me a massage?" She asked shyly.

I could do that. I'd gotten good at it.

She laid out flat on the bed, face down.

I started at her shoulders and neck. She was a little tightened up, but not 'knotty'. She was very responsive, though, beginning to sigh and moan after just a few seconds and by the time I worked down to the small of her back she was pooching her butt up, apparently inviting me to knead her asscheeks. Which I did, but not immediately. When I finally did, she opened her thighs to me and struggled to get her weight onto her knees to give me access.