Arousal

Kerry & Leighton

“Kerry, you better get ready. You’re on your own for now as I’ve got some family emergency. But I think you can handle this one just fine. I totally have faith in you. And besides, I don’t think he’s got some body injuries or something. He’ll be here in a minute after his Turkish bath,” says Korina with a wink. She is a professional massage therapist who’s overseeing and guiding me in my hundred-twenty-hour internship at a local spa called Body Zenology Spa.

In the three weeks that I’ve spent in this local spa to log some experience hours for my Massage Therapy degree at the Natural Medicine Institute in San Jose, CA, I have come to know her fetishes and kinks. Her so-called “family emergency” right now is actually her boyfriend Jason, who has her in his beck and call.

I can’t really say I blame her. Her boyfriend is totally gorgeous! He has great blue eyes, great-looking face, well-toned and muscular body, tall, tanned and… well, just gorgeous. Even I, if I have that kind of boyfriend, I’ll be his slave.

On the other hand, Korina is a twenty-five-year-old green-eyed brunette, sweet and kind of girl. She’s also a great massage therapist. I’ve actually learned a lot from her in my time here. Maybe her boyfriend likes that in her, too.

Anyway, I stop writing on my journal and look up at her, making a face. “Kiss and tell later?” I tease her.

She wrinkles her nose and giggles. She waves as she leaves without another word but she has not forgotten to dim the lights. I still have my smile pasted on my face when I suddenly freeze.

Why won’t I be frozen? I can’t seem to believe my eyes right this very moment.

My crush, Leighton Adams, just walks into my massage room clad in a small towel that is secured around his hips.

His blue-green eyes are as intense as ever whenever they meet my sherry brown eyes. He’s more than the boy-next-door type that is inexplicable and is one of the things about him that draws me to him. He’s got short dark brown hair that is wavy, which itches my fingers to touch and brush it. He seems to be taller and leaner than I can remember. He’s more like a hunk now. In fact, his abs are way well-defined than I can recall.

Leighton stops for a moment to look at me. Recognition in his eyes is so clear to me. This is quite flattering if my crush does really recognize me from our youth camp together just last year.

Until now, he pops up into my head sometimes, after I met him during our Teen Wilderness Adventure Youth Camp, which was held in the eddies near Mount Shasta, in northern California. There, we’ve learned together how to make a fire, what to expect in the wilderness and some other things.

“Kerry Simpson,” he gently says.

Oh, God! I so miss that voice of his. Plus, he gives me a slow smile that goes right through my heart and settles down below my belly.

Good Lord! He still really remembers me! I feel like I want to throw a party just for this.

“Leighton,” I softly answer with a smile as well.

I quickly set aside my journal and pen, where I log all my massage experience and what I’ve learned during my internship. It is one of our requirements aside from fulfilling the hundred and twenty hours before I can graduate by fall. Every Monday through Friday, I come for duty for four hours. That is, from six to ten in the evening, and that’s until the spa’s closing time.

“You work here?” he inquires, glancing at the massage room.

It has a massage table with clean sheet and towels, a table full of massage essentials like scented candles, creams, oils, powders, and many others. The room has a couple of paintings, a huge mirror, a slow and relaxing song playing in the background, an indoor plant and a vase of one-day-old flowers.

“I’m actually an intern here and only one more week to go,” I honestly tell him.

“Oh! I see,” he smiles again.

I nod. “So, how about you? I mean, are you working now?”

He nods. “I work as an interior designer right after the youth camp last year.”

“Oh, that’s great! Good for you.”

We smile at each other for no exact reason. I’m not too sure why I feel a little bit disappointed now. Maybe I’m just generalizing because of the idea of interior designing that is actually or usually a thing for women.

I mentally shake my head. No. Definitely not. He’s not gay. I can just tell!

“So, um… just let me light these scented candles before we start,” I say, turning my back on him while he lies face down on the massage table.

My heart beats so fast right now that I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate anytime soon. I light up the candles and ask him what kind of massage he likes.

“Right now, I want a relaxing massage,” he replies, lifting his head to look at me and beaming.

“Good choice!” I manage to say. I pick up a bottle of sweet almond oil, which has a pale yellow color and can glide over the skin easily and smoothly, without keeping on reapplying it.

I turn around to look at his scantily clad body with only the towel on that covers his ass. And yes, it is so obvious that he has nothing on except for the towel. Really. I can’t see the underwear lines, which would somehow be a giveaway if he had.

Holy Lord! He looks so yummy and inviting and tempting. How am I supposed to do my job properly when he’s looking like this?

Try to focus, Kerry, I scold myself silently while I glance at myself in the mirror.

I position myself beside him and put some oil in my hands before I rub them together. When my hands are warm enough, I start applying the oil in my hand from his tailbone up to his muscled shoulders. Then I run my hands along his spine in a circular movement up and down his back. I give more attention to his shoulders, which seem tense.

“Ahh… that’s so good,” he says.

I smile because of it.

I use the sides of my wrist and palm to run his back upward for some minutes before I use my palm and fingers to apply more pressure. Now my hands run from his shoulders to his muscled arms. I clamp my lips together as my hands freely run and up down his shoulders and arms.

Oh, Lord. His body is so perfect. I totally like this f*****g job! I can touch him everywhere. No, wait. Not really everywhere. There’s one area that I can’t touch and shouldn’t touch. I try not to sigh.

I put some more oil into my palm and rub my hands together. I run my hands on each of his thighs and legs from his feet. Afterward, with the use of my fist facedown, I move it up, from the back of his thigh, just above the back of his knee toward his buttock.

Fucking sexy ass he has! My hands are suddenly itchy, wanting to caress him there and not massage at all. It takes a lot of effort to fight my self-control.

I hear his soft grunt. I continue to do my thing when he abruptly gets up from the massage table and his hand catches my hand.

I gasp startlingly.

“Oh, damn it! Come here, Kerry,” he says. Desire makes his eyes hazy as he pulls me close to his body. His minty breath is against my face, fanning it. Our eyes meet. “I can’t hold it back. I won’t. And I don’t want to.” Then his lips capture mine before I can even process what he says.

Well, f**k that slow processing/loading time of my brain. His kiss is clearly faster than my train of thoughts.

I close my eyes and feel and taste his mouth. I can't believe that this hot kiss is so sweet and mind-blowing at the same time. I feel his tongue reaches mine, teasing it. I give in with a soft moan. My hands caress his shoulder blades and slightly hairy chest. I splay my palms over it, massaging a little.

Leighton’s hands span my waist before his fingers creep inside my spa uniform blouse, which is of color blush pink. He has now access to my warm skin and he continues upward until he reaches my breasts. He briefly struggles with the front clasp and frees them.

I let out a soft moan when his palms find my n*****s, making them taut. A few seconds later, he takes off my blouse and bra, dipping his head to lick and suckle my n*****s – each of them. Meanwhile, my hands travel down his tummy and waist and further down to unwrap his towel.

I’m not mistaken after all. He is totally naked now. His throbbing c**k is thrusting my hands as I stroke him. I hear him groan in the back of his throat. With it, he pushes down both my spa uniform trousers and underwear. I kick them off to the floor and press my body to his as I kiss him back.

He scoops me up to make me sit down on the massage table, near the edge. He splays my thighs and positions himself on the table as well, before his head dives between my legs.

I lean on my elbows and throw my head back, as his tongue starts to lick my cleanly waxed p***y. He licks it up and down. He does it nice and slow. His lips and tongue nip and lick my labia and clit. My toes curl and my fingers grasp the massage table.

Oh, f**k! It feels so good! I pant and moan. This is the first time that someone goes down on me like this. My ex-boyfriend Liam is just not on this level. Certainly not. But then on second thought, we’ve done nothing else but petting and fingering me. I decided then to break up with him when I happened to see him together with his childhood friend Mandy, French kissing her.

And Leighton is just different, ever since I first saw him at the youth camp. He’s way too different, especially with what he’s doing to me right now and the way he makes me feel.

I stop Leighton though before he could insert a finger – or a couple of them – in me. I shake my head. I’ve had enough fingering before. I want the real thing now. I want his c**k inside me. I think he understands it as he gives my p***y a peck before he pulls my legs down, making me lie on my back.

He kneels down between my spread legs. The head of his c**k teases my labia and clit up and down and in circular motion. He rubs it there for more seconds before he buries his length deep into me.

He looks at me as he feels me so tight despite my dampness. His blue-green eyes seem to be wide in shock. But I urge him to move by writhing my body. A guttural sound escapes from the back of his throat.

Oh, f**k! That sound is so sexy!

I, myself, moan as I feel his c**k is so snug inside me. Then, he starts to move. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead.

I smile as he makes his thrusts, and I’m trying to reach out for his face. He catches my hand with his and kisses my palm instead. It is so sweet of him. His tongue plays on my palm as he keeps on plunging deep into my body. His other hand is either holding my leg up or caressing it.

“You’re so beautiful, Kerry,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss my lips.

“You’re hot yourself,” I whisper back with a smile.

He gives me a sexy grin and continues to give me a deep kiss while he drives in and out of my p***y. I continue to let out a series of soft groans.

He shifts beside me as the two of us lie on our side. From behind, he lunges into my p***y once again.

“Ooohh… God!” I cry.

He continues his prodding like a man possessed. It feels so f*****g great!

“Oh, yes!” I encourage him.

“Come, Kerry. Come for me,” he urges me while keeping his fast and hard pace.

Oh, f**k! I feel like I’m going to burst. He muffles my scream as he turns my head toward him and gives me a deep kiss. In a second or two after I let my juice flow, he withdraws his c**k and comes in the crack of my butt. He then slowly rubs the tip of his c**k on the rim of my anus.

I give a sigh of delight. Our breaths are shallow and fast like we’ve been participating in a marathon. He gives me another lingering kiss and looks me in the eye.

“Why? Why did you let me be your first?” His brows are knitted together in curiosity rather than confusion.

I lie down on my back as he leans on his elbow, looking down at me. “I like you, Leighton. Ever since I saw you last year. That’s the truth.” I run my gaze down his chin and chest. He’s really beautiful.

He strokes my shoulder-length light brown hair that is in a wild disarray on the massage table. Then he runs the back of his fingers on my cheek.

“I feel the same way, too. That’s why I said I can’t hold it back. If you were just another masseuse who happens to be in this room, this… thing between us wouldn’t have happened.”

Somehow I believed him when he said it. No doubts at all. My heart can just tell.

“So… what will happen next?” I slowly ask, tracing my fingers from his chest down to his abdomen.

He holds his breath, anticipating where my fingers will end up. I let him anticipate. I run my fingers up again to his chest, lingering there, feeling his chest hair.

He lets out a sigh with a grin, shaking his head. “Your number for a start?”

“What are you doing here, Liam?” I demand upon seeing my ex-boyfriend unexpectedly. I’ve no idea it was he who rang the doorbell.

I am confused how he got here to my apartment. I look behind him but he’s alone. Only my uncle and my close friend Tina know where I live. I suppose Tina has probably given in this time, as Liam tends to be persistent when he wants to.

“I was in the area, and because I know you live here… so I am here,” he says, shrugging his wide shoulders.

I close the door behind me. I have no intention of letting him in to my apartment. I cross my arms, looking up at him sharply.

“I was asking what you’re doing here, not why you’re here,” I philosophically remind him.

“Look, Kerry. What happened between us two years ago…”

“What about it? That scene when you kissed your childhood friend?”

“I never got to explain it to you back then. You never gave me a chance!”

The nerve! “And what makes you think I can listen to your f*****g explanation now? It’s over, Liam. We’re over! I f*****g moved on!”

He sighs. “I just wanted to let you know the reason why I did it. Mandy was showing me how to do it right. The French kiss.”

“What?” I exclaim and laugh at him. “But that’s just so ridiculous! Why would you have her teach you how to French kiss?”

“I wanted it to be perfect with you. For us.”

Oh, God. He looks really serious. It’s insane. But two years have already passed. What has taken him so long to tell me this now? He should have just told me everything right away and not wait for this long. But then, he’s right. I’ve had never listened to him though he tried. Everytime he’s tried to approach me, I just walked away, leaving him instead.

I shake my head. “Whether you’re telling me the truth now or not, it doesn’t matter anymore, Liam. Nothing changes between us. We’re over.”

He suddenly holds me both by the shoulders. “Kerry, I still love you.”

I push his hands away from me. “Well, I don’t anymore, Liam. I’m sorry. That’s just it. I can’t. I’m through with you. Do you understand? I’m over you, Liam.”

His light blue eyes look hurt. I feel that he’s hurt by the words that just came out of my mouth. But I’m just telling him the truth. Besides, Leighton has already taken over his place in my heart since last year.

Liam sniffs. He is about to caress my face when someone’s hand stops him from doing it. We both turn to see who it is.

Oh, God. What is Leighton doing here? I know I gave him my number and address but I just can’t believe that he’s actually here.

“You heard her. She’s over you, pal,” Leighton says, pushing Liam away from us.

For a moment, I am afraid they’re going to punch each other or something melodramatic like that. But thankfully, Liam just looks at me and leaves without another word. So I turn to Leighton, with my eyes full of wonder and confusion.

“I’m here to pick you up. You have to go to the spa in half an hour, right?”

My jaw drops. “Y-you’re picking me up?”

“I thought I’d surprise you. And you are.” He grins.

I push my door open with a sigh. Since I’m already in my spa uniform, which reminds me of our time together in the massage room, I just pick up my things and we leave my apartment together.

The last week of my duty at the Body Zenology Spa has been amazing. Leighton is my regular, and this hasn’t escaped from Korina. She even teases me that the guy is so into me.

“Of course not,” I try to deny. But I can’t help but smile.

Everytime Leighton is inside my massage room, Korina deliberately and masterfully gives us time and excuse to be alone together, so that no other massage therapist is going to oversee my performance when she’s out. So, Leighton and I have the freedom to f**k in the massage room. However, that first time when Leighton and I had s*x, it’s been pure luck and coincidence as other massage therapists were busy with their own newer protégés.

***

Leighton surprises me one afternoon by visiting me. I let him in to my apartment, which is paid monthly by my uncle who’s a doctor and lives in LA with his family.

Leighton gives me a box of chocolates that he’s hidden behind him. I accept it with a huge smile.

“It’s so sweet of you!” I exclaim. I give him a kiss on the lips to also show my gratitude.

He looks at his watch. “You’re not busy, are you? You’re going to the spa before six and it’s still like three hours away from now.” He gives me an impish smile.

I lower my lashes; my gaze goes down to his pants. I’m quite surprised that I see its huge bulk. My p***y throbs in response to it and I swallow the lump in my throat. I remind myself that this is my last duty at the spa. I’m finally going to complete my last four hours of internship tonight.

“I was just going to review some notes… but yeah. I’m… not really busy.” I beam at him.

He catches my slim waist and leans his forehead against mine. “I was thinking if we could massage each other while killing the time.”

I softly giggle at his suggestion. I bite my lower lip in seduction.

“You’re on.”

I slowly drag him toward my room. We undress each other and I let him lie down on his back. I reach out for a bottle of massage oil on my dressing table. It is a combination of lavender, coriander and tangerine, among others. It smells really good. I pour some in my palm and rub my hands together.

Leighton with his crossed arms behind his head waits with excitement in his eyes. I look at his proud and very rigidly upright c**k as I position myself in between his legs. I start to run my hands on his thighs, working up toward his c**k and his bells. He closes his eyes to feel my hands giving his c**k a gentle massage.

My fingers form into an “O” that stroke from head to the root of his c**k. My two hands are alternating for a few minutes. Then one hand strokes his hard c**k while the other massages his bells and anus and in between them. I hear his soft grunts now and then, which encourages me. Meaning that I am doing it right for him and I am happy and proud of myself knowing that.

I shift my position by riding his right thigh. I rub my p***y against his knee as I continue to stroke his c**k.

He opens his eyes to look at my face.

Oh, f**k! That face with hazy-with-desire blue-green eyes makes me hornier.

I continue to rub my p***y, especially my clit, against his kneecap that he now slightly raises up to accommodate me. I believe he can feel my very damp p***y right now.

“Damn it!” he swears softly. “I want to touch you, too.” He gets up and tackles me into the bed, making me lie on my back.

I watch him take the massage oil bottle and pour some into his palms and rub them together. He mimics what I’ve done to him earlier. Then his hand cups my p***y, applying oil at the same time. I squirm under his caress.

Leighton’s other hand’s two fingers clip my clit while his other hand works its fingers up and down my labia. I softly curse. It sends a very delicious sensation throughout my body, especially to my p***y.

He continues to do it but this time his two fingers enter my p***y before I can stop him. I moan.

This time, however, I realize it is different from how my ex-boyfriend has done it. I love how Leighton moves his fingers inside me, touching the walls and the right spot. My body twists and turns with this new and very enjoyable sensation.

I close my eyes, which can heighten my senses of feeling it more. Then he rubs the clit, encircling around it, as he continues to thrust his fingers inside my p***y. In just a few minutes, I bathe his fingers with my come.

He licks his fingers and my p***y. He reaches out for a pillow and places it behind my buttocks, raising my hips in the process. He pushes my knees to my breasts, along with his burying his c**k into my come-wet p***y.

“Ahh!” I whimper.

“Ohh...” he moans at the same time.

He looks into my eyes as he starts to pump, enjoying the wetness and my depths.

“I really love f*****g you, Kerry,” he mutters.

Oh, I so love your f*****g, too! I tell him with my mind, looking at him. He even makes me love the act of fingering me, making me cross that boundary that I’ve never thought I would since Liam.

Leighton is just so special, I muse.

He continues to thrust hard and deep. It feels really good and addictive.

I keep on moaning with his every plunge in my p***y until I come again. My juice drips around his c**k and he grunts. He pulls his c**k just like before and he spills his come on my abdomen. I spread it with my fingers as I watch him pant and his eyes are bored into mine. He leans forward to give me a wet and hot kiss. Our tongues duel as he lies beside me to cuddle me.

I feel his hot breath against my neck and he presses a kiss there.

“I was thinking.”

“About what?” I automatically ask.

“Kerry, will you be my girlfriend from now on?”

I look deep into his eyes. There’s nothing more memorable than this. It’s my last night of internship and he asks me if I want to be his girlfriend!

Oh, my God! This is just like a dream. My crush who has then became my f**k buddy is asking me to be his steady girlfriend!

I turn to my side to face him, pushing the pillow that is still behind my buttocks. I smile up at him sweetly and give him a warm and loving embrace.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The end