“I’m good,” my dad said.
“I’m fine, darling. Ally is right. We are driving in and will be there in a few days! We cannot wait to see you and catch up!”
“I’m so excited,” I said, though I wasn’t as excited as I should have been. I was growing more and more worried about Justin. I couldn’t seem to calm my nerves regarding him. “You guys will have to meet my new boyfriend,” I said. I figured it was either now or never.
“Your new boyfriend?” Both of my parents asked, clearly shocked.
“Yes, his name is Justin. I haven’t mentioned him before?” I hoped they would believe me. I was trying hard not to sound like I was lying. Ally always told me I was a bad liar growing up. I wasn’t sure if she was just messing with me or if she was being serious.
“Will we get to meet him while we are in town?” my mom asked. I couldn’t tell if she was happy for me or if she was testing me.
“Of course. How about you guys come over for dinner on Monday night? I’ll have him come with his daughter.”
“His daughter?” my dad asked. He sounded thrown off. I felt bad that I was springing this information on him.
“Yes. He has a four-year-old daughter. She is the most delightful little girl. His wife passed away during childbirth.”
“Oh my. That poor girl,” I
heard my mom’s voice say. “We are very excited to meet this Justin and his daughter.”
“They are excited to meet you guys too,” I said. Even though I wasn’t sure if “excited” was the word I should use to describe Justin meeting them. I wasn’t sure how he even felt about this whole thing, and it was making me a little more nervous.
We talked for a few more minutes. The conversation had quickly gotten uncomfortable for me, so I was glad when they had to go. I got off the phone and just as I hit “end call,” the front door opened, and Justin walked in.
“Hey,” I said, brightly.
“Hey you,” Justin said.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him. I wanted to let him know that I cared about him and I didn’t want him to feel weird about what he had told me. I didn’t want him to think I judged him or thought of him any less. We hadn’t really spoken since.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” he said with a smile, and I led him back into the massage room. I told him to get ready for his massage, and I slipped out of the room. I grabbed a condom from my purse and locked the front door to the studio. Then I went back into the room where he was undressed and lying in the massage chair for me.
“Are you ready?”
“Oh, you know I am,” he said almost seductively.
I bit my lip and poured some of the hot oil on his back. I hadn’t even begun the massage yet, and I was already feeling so turned on.
He let out a soft moan as I began to work on his shoulder blades. I worked my way down his back along his spine. I could feel him relax a little more with each inch I moved down. I still couldn’t get enough of how hot his muscles were.
It had only been a few minutes. Maybe three, but I couldn’t take how much this was turning me on. “Turn over,” I said.
“Already?” he asked. The tone of his voice told me that he was just as turned on as I was. And when he turned over, I could see just how turned on he was through his boxers.
I gently massaged his biceps. His arm muscles were so hot. It was the biggest turn on for me. I massaged his arms and then moved to his pecs. This was more of a warm up for me to have sex with him than it was for him, but he didn’t have to know that.
After a few minutes of massaging his front, I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Remove them,” I said pointing to his boxers.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said and eagerly removed his boxers.
I quickly got undressed and undid the condom. I put it on him and climbed on top of him like I had done the first time we had sex.
“Mmm, someone was wanting this,” he said as I lowered myself onto him. He gripped my hips, and I loved the way he touched me. It drove me wild.
“What can I say? You just feel amazing,” I said. And I proceeded to move my body up and down the length of him. I went slowly at first, making sure to pause at the tip. I was trying to drive him wild. Make him beg for me to go faster, harder. I wanted to drive him wild. I wasn’t sure where this was coming from as I never usually took the lead, but it felt like a sexy, bold move. And the power of taking charge was turning me on even more.