[f] The backrub…

I was lying on my stomach in a t-shirt that barely reached past my ass. It hadn't planned it that way, it was just what I was wearing when he came over. If I'd known I was going to get a surprise visit from my best guy friend, I would have put some less revealing underwear on lol

Anyway, we were hanging out watching people play the new mario kart on youtube when I started complaining about the knot in my back that was making it hard to sleep. Danny was nice about it, saying that I should try some stretches and stuff, and that's when I jokingly asked if he wanted to give me a massage.

"Sure," he said, with a shrug. "You got any oil or anything?"

"I have, actually!" I said, reaching into the little table by my couch. I'd bought the oil weeks ago (Johnson's baby oil) and had never used it, so I pulled it out triumphantly and handed it to him.

Suddenly I was face down on my living room couch, arms folded under my head, hair messy around my shoulders, my T-shirt up by my shoulders and my huge naked breasts crushed beneath me and pushed out to either side. It was only at that moment that I realised my enthusiasm for the oil had led me into a situation I hadn't really considered fully.

"You good?" Danny asked, kneeling beside me.

"Uh huh," I said, but inside I was feeling a cocktail of emotions. I mean, it was Danny. Sweet, harmless Danny, who'd seen me hungover, makeup-free, asleep on the bus. Danny who I'd cuddled with during horror movies and vented to about bad dates. There had never been anything like this between us. And yet here I was, half-naked, ass bare to the room, suddenly hyper-aware of my skin, the soft crush of my tits against the couch cushion.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him, it was that I wasn't sure if I could trust myself; I hadn't had sex in a while, so even just the thought of having a guy's hands on me was making me kind of wet.

Before I could change my mind, he started at my shoulders, thumbs pressing deep into the muscles around my spine.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

I clenched my pussy involuntarily.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Feels nice."

On the screen, the volume lowered now, youtubers continued to explore tracks and speedrunning strategies. In my living room, Danny worked his fingers slowly down my back, spreading the lotion in firm circles. I could feel his thumbs drag close to the curve of my lower back, then pause. Not going lower. Not yet.

And every time he didn't touch where I wanted, I got a little more turned on against my will.

I shifted slightly, and my breasts pressed out wider beneath me. I figured they were probably visible from behind, a fact which excited me and terrified me in equal measure. My back was ached already, pent up sexual frustration manifesting in my nipples, so fucking hard I just wanted to roll onto my back and have him suck them. But I couldn't. Instead, I shifted slightly, the friction of the couch under them was incredible.

"You're tense," he murmured, almost to himself. His hands paused. "You okay?"

I nodded again, a little too fast. "Yeah, just… yeah."

The lotion smelled like eucalyptus. I tried to focus on it to take my mind off it, but all I could think was that if he moved even an inch lower, he'd be touching my ass.

"You want me to keep going?"

His voice was hoarse. Careful.

I didn't answer – I felt too nervous and this felt too wrong, the naughtiness only increasing the hornyness. So I did the cowardly thing instead: I lifted my hips slightly.

He moved again. Down.

His hands were firmer now, kneading along fat ass, all the way down to the tops of my thighs, the bare flesh exposed. Then he went back up, his fingers brushed the crease where my thigh met my ass.

Fuck.

He didn't say anything. Neither did I. Instead, I shifted again, lifting my hips a little higher. I wondered if he could see my pussy through my sheer underwear. I wondered if I was exposing myself. I wondered if he wanted to taste me.

His fingers moved again, closer this time.

One hand cupped the soft swell of one cheek, squeezing gently. The other traced the edge of me, so, so close to my slit I thought I might go mad.

I told myself he was just being thorough. But my breathing betrayed me, chest rising and falling, pushing my breasts forward against the cushion. His hands moved again, sliding upward, cupping the curves of my ass with firm, steady pressure. He kneaded them slowly, thumbs grazing inward toward the cleft between them.

I bit my lip.

I should have stopped him. This was just a massage. Just a friend helping a friend.

But my thighs were fucking wet now, and I could feel the cool air on my wet pussy. When his fingers brushed the edge of my clit, I gasped.

"Sorry," he murmured. "Wasn't trying to…"

I didn't respond and his hand lingered, the backs of his fingers resting just above my opening. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. He let his fingertips explore more deliberately now, sliding slowly along the edges of me without dipping in. Teasing. Tracing. Testing. My hips twitched forward again, pushing myself subtly into his hand.

Then his fingers spread me. I was soaked. I could feel it. Still, he didn't touch me directly. His thumbs rested at the edges, and I knew he was looking at me now, spread and vulnerable and desperate and twitching.

My chest ached. My breasts pressed so hard into the cushion. I shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure, but the movement only made my thighs spread wider, presenting myself more blatantly to him.

I felt his hand slide up along the curve of my ass again. This time he let his thumb brush across the tight ring of my asshole. Just a passing touch. Feather-light.

I moaned before I could stop myself.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough.

Enough to let him know.

Enough to make it clear.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asked.

I arched my back, pushed into him, and let out a long, slow exhale, and I knew that whatever he wanted to do to me, I was going to allow it…

[Let me know if I should continue writing out what happened!]