The house Harold and Tika lived in was actually quite large, seven bedrooms in all. The home was historic, and they were busy trying to restore it themselves after buying it through a cheap program for landmark and vintage homes. So, as they got the quick tour, some rooms looked amazing, and other were still very much a work in progress. Harold and Mina were both home, greeting them heartily, and Mina whispered gently into Luke’s ear that she was hoping for him to visit her room any night they were there. Harold showed off his armor workstation where he made pieces, and Tika was happy to give them a tour of her workrooms, where she made dresses and large yurt-style tents. Finally, Luke and Kiana were showed to the half-finished guest room where they were meant to stay, and Harold began to throw dinner together.
It ended up being a rather grand affair, pasta and chicken, salad, veggies, and a couple of bottles of wine. Harold was entertaining and Tika charming as she worked on drawing out—or in, depending on your perspective—Luke and his interest. Harold and Kiana were bantering easily, and Mina sort of hopped easily around the conversation for a bit, then retired to her room for a bit to work on an assignment for one of her mid-terms.
“So,” Tika interjected. “Kiana tells me you’re working on a chiropractic degree?”
“Well, part time,” Luke responded. “I’m going half time and working full-time right now to try and pay back a few grand in private loans I took out my senior year of my undergrad.”
“That’s smart. So, do you have any talents around massage therapy?” she asked, batting her eyes at him. He grinned, sensing the opening.
“Oh, his hands are magic,” Kiana interjected. “He’s absolutely amazing.”
“Oooh,” Tika audibled, “That sounds fantastic. Any chance I could convince you to work on me, stud?”
“Absolutely,” Luke said, standing up and extending her his hand. “Show me where you want me.”
She led him upstairs to the spare bedroom they would occupy, then ran into her bathroom to grab a small bottle of a massage lotion. She stripped off her tee, quickly ditched her bra, and laid down on her stomach, exposing her lovely back. “Lay into me!” she cried out, and Luke shrugged and grabbed the bottle, going to work.
She had a nice combination of flesh and tone, neither overly bulked or soft. Her muscles were tight, her skin taught, and she had a few small, lovely tattoos adorning her body. He began by trying to work out the kinks in her shoulders and upper back. She had a few knots by her shoulder blades which he had to give some muscle to, but eventually they melted under the pressure. As they slowly dissolved away, she would let out a little groan of appreciation. Slowly, he worked down her spine, unlocking her back bit by bit. As he worked along, the descending sun was right in the window, and the room got warmer and a bit muggy. “The vents don’t work very well in this room,” Tika said, “and we don’t like to open those windows because there’s flies. If you’d be more comfortable, you can take off your shirt.” Luke muttered his thanks and took off his shirt, grateful for the added comfort.