“Well, whatever you studied at U of M, you’ve certainly on the right career path now. This is amazing. I’m so glad that Kristen mentioned it.”
“Aww, thanks honey. That’s sweet. Glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Definitely.”
“You know, Kristen was actually quite the inspiration for me.”
Huh. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I was this shy, bookworm type but she was like the cool girl next door. Really pretty, confident, lots of friends. She seemed to know everyone and everyone seemed to like her.”
“That sounds about right. She’s a people person.”
“We definitely ran in different social circles – by that I mean that she had one and I did not ha-ha. I never struck up the nerve to talk to her, even though I’m sure she would’ve been super nice to me.”
“I’m sure! You definitely should have.”
“It’s OK. I was shy then. I’m sure she doesn’t know it, but Kristen really inspired me to open up. She was kind of my role model from afar. It took me a while but I managed to come out of my shell once I graduated.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty great.” What a dopey response. I didn’t really know what else to say.
Heidi continued, adding “looking back, I think I had a bit of a crush on her.” Well, that was interesting. Certainly added some context to her story. “Sometimes I’d see her walking from the showers. I always suspected that she had a great body under her towel!” she said with a laugh.
Holy shit. It hadn’t even occurred to me that Kristen could’ve been naked on this very same table. Did Heidi still have a crush on her?
Oh no. I was starting to get hard.
I was so lost in my thoughts that it hadn’t even registered that Heidi’s hands were now nearly on my ass. I didn’t know what was happening here – between the sexual tone of Heidi’s comments, her hands, and my nascent erection, I was in a bit of a fog. I had to get things back on track.
“Do you mind just skipping to my shoulders?”
“Oh sure, sweetie. No problem.”
And she did. The conversation dried up, I cleared my mind and my cock mercifully returned to a fully-flaccid state. Phew. Crisis averted. I did my best to keep my thoughts “pure” and enjoyed the massage in silence.
“Alright, you can flip over now. And in case you want to cover up, there’s this.” She pressed a towel into my hand. “In case” I wanted to? It sounded like she was basically telling me that I could leave myself uncovered and free if I so chose. My number one goal at this point was to avoid getting hard – and I would fail at that in a big way if this beauty was looking at my cock – so I opted for modesty.
I flipped my legs over the edge of the table, facing away from Heidi of course. I looked at the small towel she’d given me and sighed inwardly. When I say “small towel”, I mean small – it was the size of a facecloth at best. It would cover me adequately, but didn’t leave for much of a margin of error. What if it slipped out of place? Is this what all guys were subjected to when they got massages?? This was turning into a nightmare. I felt guilty that I lacked the confidence to manage my arousal and just wanted to leave. But I also didn’t want to have to tell Kristen why I left. I could just fib and tell her things went great… but what if it came up the next time that she saw Heidi? Ugh.