I nervously giggled when my bra came off, which sent the wrong signal. Big mistake: Looking back, that was the turning point. Josh proceeded to give my back a massage from heaven. His talent as a masseur, plus my thrill over the A+ on the big exam, plus the booze and the drugs, plus my naked boobs, made me one mellow coed, so when Josh asked Kevin to remove my skinny jeans, so that he could massage my legs, too, I finally spoke.
“Kevin will never get my skinny jeans off. It’s not easy. I’ll do it myself,” I said, and I stood up, unzipped, unsnapped, and wriggled, for over a good two minutes, out of my jeans, making sure my panties stayed on (since they often come off together with my skinny jeans). At the end, I let Kevin pull my jeans off my calves and feet.
As I was wriggling, I didn’t think enough about the show I was putting on for the guys, with my bare boobs jiggling about all over the place. (My boobs are a heavy B cup, and I have a nice figure, with a flat tummy, and am — in general — considered to be attractive.) Nor did it dawn on me, right away, that all I was now wearing were my bikini cut lavender panties. Somehow, however, all three guys noticed that little fact, and right away.
Kevin began to massage my legs, while Josh continued with my neck and shoulders, and the small of my back. Kevin was a disaster as a masseur, compared with Josh, but he seemed so thrilled to be touching up my legs, that I let it go, and I continued to mellow out and to enjoy the sensations, which — all things considered — were wonderful. Ray was quiet, and I couldn’t see him from where I was.
Josh rolled me over onto my back to massage the front of my neck, followed by my naked boobs, and finally my tummy. He would massage with long strokes, the momentum continuing his massage under my panties. He told Ray to get a small towel, and he placed the towel over my privates, and then he slipped off my panties from underneath the towel. Now I was naked, with only a small towel carefully draped over my privates to protect the privacy of my most intimate spot.
As Josh continued his long strokes massage, his hands would continue the momentum under the towel, just missing my kitten, and I was getting an erotic charge out of it, all the more so by watching Kevin and Ray drool over the prospect of having me naked in front of them. There was also the question of whether or not the carpet matched the drapes, since I’m a natural blonde, complete with blue eyes, and hyper fair skin. I’m of Scandinavian extraction, Danish to be precise, as one might guess from my name: Signe Sørensen, usually spelled Sorensen in the Anglo world, because Americans can just not deal with the Danish special letter ø. The name Signe is pronounced sinn-yah.
The guys didn’t know it yet, but yes, the carpet matches the drapes.
Kevin noticed the long strokes technique of Josh, and so he mimicked it with my legs, after having arranged for my legs to be apart in order to massage the insides of my thighs. Kevin’s long strokes, however, didn’t have the subtle mastery of those of Josh. Instead of the highly erotic tease of Josh’s delicately perfect, with the just the right amount of pressure, long strokes reaching my bush but not entering it, always stopping at the perimeter hair, Kevin went right on in, and under the cover of the towel his fingers found my pussy, and tickled it a bit by brushing the fine blonde down that covered my labia.