Chapter 50

“I’m fine. I just pulled something, or tweaked something, but it’s fine.” She sat down on the sofa next to me. Interesting choice, I thought. There were plenty of other places she could have sat. Not that I was complaining. I could feel the warmth from her body, could smell her. And I couldn’t help but look at her amazing legs as they emerged from her little pleated skirt. Just looking at her thighs reminded me of that moment a week earlier and, just like that, I was hard.

She was obviously still in some pain, flexing her shoulder, trying to get a little relief. When she pushed both her shoulders back, her little breasts pushed forward and all I could think about was taking one of them in my mouth. She reached back again with her right hand to massage the shoulder and this time grunted a little in pain.

“Look. You are obviously in some pain. Would you like me to try to help?”

She stopped working her shoulder and looked at me. I don’t think I had ever noticed how pretty her eyes were, but now she was looking straight at me I was struck by how soft they were.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it would probably be easier for me to massage your shoulder than for you to do it yourself.” I replied. Then smiled cheekily. “Besides, you know I’m good with my hands.”

The reminder of the earlier contact made her laugh, blush and then bite her lip a little shyly. But I also saw her pupils widen slightly and I thought I noticed her breathing quicken momentarily. Still she hesitated.

“I’m teasing Caroline,” I said gently. “But seriously, maybe I can help with your shoulder. What harm can it do?”

With a slight nod she turned in the sofa to face away from me, her head bowed very slightly. I reached up and moved her hair out of the way, exposing the left-hand side of her neck. Had she always had such a long slender neck? Stupid bloody thought, of course she had, but as I reached both hands up to begin my massage I couldn’t think I had ever noticed before.

Pressing both thumbs quite firmly into her left shoulder, just where it met the neck, I was rewarded with a sudden groan.

“That’s exactly the spot, right there Danny.”

Satisfied I hadn’t hurt her I began to work at her neck with both hands, working my thumbs from her neck down her shoulder blade and back again. Increasing the pressure on her body, she grunted and sighed and then leant slightly back into me. Pushing her forward slightly to create more space for me to work in, she slid back slightly on the sofa so that she was now bent over slightly with her backside brushing against my crotch. I wondered if she was aware of that. The touch was featherlight and fleeting, but I was as hard as I had ever been, and she was so close to me.

By now I was working both shoulders, my fingers pressing down onto the top of her shoulder, my thumbs working up the curve of her shoulder blade.

“Oh god, that is so good. I had no idea how much I needed this.” She practically moaned her approval, and while it wasn’t intended to be sexual it certainly hit me in that way. I edged forward slightly to make sure there was contact between us, and I am certain when she felt that she pushed back. Just a little. I was so aware of how hard I was, I thought it must be impossible for her not to be.

Slowly, I started to work my way down her back, still working through her T-shirt, applying steady pressure to either side of her vertebrae with my thumbs and massaging her sides with my fingers. When I reached the small of her back I stayed there, working her back and sides and receiving a series of satisfied little groans as a reward. As I slowly worked my way back up her back she arched slightly, and although I couldn’t see them I knew her small breasts were pushed out and all I wanted to do was to reach round, cup them, squeeze them hard.

This was now, clearly, a sexual act for me. I was getting more and more turned on as I used my hands to please my girlfriend’s sister. Her 13-year-old sister. But I didn’t think it was for her. Clearly, she was enjoying my attentions, but I don’t think she was aware of how much of an effect it was having on me. I had worked my way back down her back again, but this time when I started to work my way up, I slipped my hands under her t-shirt and began to massage her flesh directly.

She felt amazing. Soft skinned, still radiating warmth from her recent exertions at the tennis club, firmly muscled. Her breathing was noticeably quicker now, not quite panting but she was clearly being affected by this. Her intentions may not have been sexual, but the effect on her was starting to be. As I passed her bra I allowed my fingers to reach round a little further, brushing very slightly against the underside of her breasts. She shuddered and straightened suddenly, pushing back into me and it was all I could do not to grab both of her breasts in my hands. Instead I went back to massaging her and she quickly relaxed, resuming her slightly bent over position.

Geraldine had always loved me massaging her. She said I had a great touch and just seemed to know where and how hard to press. But she always complained that I got bored too quickly. I told her my fingers just got sore, which was true, but in either case when I did this for her it maybe lasted 5 minutes or so. But with Caroline I completely lost sense of time. Even if I had been aware of it, I wouldn’t have wanted to stop. I wanted this girl. I needed her. And I wasn’t going to stop unless I had to.

Eventually the massage faded, and I was now simply caressing her body. Her wonderful, tight, toned, smooth body. She felt amazing. Soft little moans of pleasure were coming from her. Still not sexual, just content. She had straightened up and was leaning back against me slightly as I stroked her. Allowing my hands to slip around her, I softly stroked her stomach. Tracing little circles on her abdomen, from the undersides of her breasts to the top of her skirt, I was so close to where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be.

Caroline pushed back slightly against me, she must be able to feel how hard I was, and as she squirmed gently against me she seemed to like it. But still, I didn’t know if she was actually aware of this. As I ran my hands up her sides very lightly, I allowed both of my hands to caress the outer sides of her breasts. She shivered and leaned back more. My hands were back to her stomach, just moving back and forth lazily, enjoying the feeling of her and the reaction it created. I needed more.

Clearing my throat, I was still a little hoarse when I said. “This isn’t really a massage any more, is it?”