My Parents Neighbors Part Two: Winter Break And Home Again free porn video

I breezed through finals, packed up my things and gave away perishables to those who had to remain on campus during the break. My parents had booked a first class seat for me on an early morning Saturday flight. I arrived home exhausted around dinner time due to the long drive from SFO.

I didn't see Marion or Samantha until Monday when they were backing out of their driveway to go work out. Marion called me over to say hello turning in the driver's seat to give me a delightful view of her cleavage. We talked a bit about my schedule for the break as my eyes darted back and forth from hers to her breasts. She asked if I'd like to workout with them again. My mind flashed back to the sauna along with the shower, then my fantasy. Of course, I told her I'd love to. We made plans to workout Wednesday then off they went.

The rest of Monday and most of Tuesday I was with my mom finishing up Christmas shopping. The crowds weren't too bad since Christmas wasn't until the following week. She gave me a list of things to get my dad who is extremely hard to buy for since it seems he has everything. So, we got the usual underwear and socks and a couple of ties for him. Mom said all she wanted is more time with me. She mentions that every year but I buy her things with money dad gives me. It's hard to spend more time with her when I'm away at school so I spend as much as I can when I'm home.

Wednesday morning rolled around, and I was ready for some 'me' time working out and sweating. Marion met me at our front door at six in the morning ready to go as Sam waited in the car. We talked along the way about what we'd all been up to since we last spoke. Sam was off from school also busy planning her final trips to the various universities where she'd applied along with her competition in January.

When we arrived at the gym, a few people were working out. I went through my routine casually conversing with the others there, introducing myself as Marion and Sam's next door neighbor. About halfway through my workout, I heard some weights crash. I looked over to see Sam wincing in pain with a barbell rolling on the floor away from her. I ran over to see if I could help along with most everyone else.

Sam was in agony. She’d added a bit more weight than usual and lost her grip doing a deadlift. She was rubbing her lower back which is a common strain while deadlifting. I got her some ice to put on it and made her lay down and rest, telling her I'd dealt with this before. I suggested she see her doctor just to be safe.

Marion was on top of that right away calling their doctor to see if she could get in that day. They did have an opening. We helped Sam to the car and drove to the doctor's office. On the way over I explained a 'cupping treatment' we use on the athletes at school. I had my set of cups at home if she felt like she wanted a session. The doctor confirmed my quick diagnosis of a sprain, suggesting rest along with massages and wouldn't you know it, a cupping treatment.

In case you didn't know, cupping is an ancient form of alternative medicine in which cups are applied to your skin for a few minutes to create suction drawing blood to the surface. It has many beneficial uses which include help with easing the pain. It also reduces inflammation, improves blood flow, helps relaxation, promotes well-being, and as a type of deep tissue massage.

We took Sam home from the doctor's office, fed her some acetaminophen then had her lay down in her bed. She was feeling a tiny bit better but still sore.

I asked if she wanted my help, she winced a bit replying with a weak, yes, please.

I went home and got my medical bag along with my cups. When I returned, I asked Marion to get a couple of sheets and spread them on the floor so I wouldn't get any oil on Sam's bed. I then asked for some olive oil which made them both look at me as if I were nuts. I told them about the various oils that can be applied when massaging. Since I didn't have any in the kit, olive would have to do.

We helped Sam strip down to her panties and a tee shirt. She lay on the floor face down; then I put a rolled up towel under her feet to promote blood flow to her core. I explained the cups to each of them. Oiling up my hands, I proceeded to massage Sam's lower back. Despite my lust for her, I remained profession as Marion watched me gently knead her daughter's back fascinated by my movements.

Her body was just as I fantasized it would be, firm, soft, and fantastic, along with being a pleasure to work. She did have a couple of knots in the lower region which I focused on, spending extra time trying to work them out.

After working most of her back, I dried the oil from my hands then brought the cups out to begin the treatment. The cups left their tell-tale little rings while helping ease the pain and stiffness in Sam's exquisite body. When I finished, we helped her back up to a standing position. She began rubbing her back while I sat on the floor, her firm ass inches from my face.

My pussy was trembling as I watched her twist and turn in front of me checking herself out. My heart was pounding by the time she finished her self-check. She was amazed at how much better she felt. She thanked me then headed off to take a warm shower to get the oil off herself, something I gladly would have helped her do.

Before she left, I told her to drink additional water to help remove the toxins generated by the body massage. Marion graciously helped put my medical bag back together and clean up while Samantha was showering. As we put everything away, Marion asked me if I had time would I mind massaging her. I told her I didn't mind at all. I had thought to say no due to her flirtations, but that wouldn't have been very neighborly, so we made plans for later that week. Visiting again would also give me a chance to check on Sam. I secretly hoped she'd want another massage or treatment so I could touch her once more.

That night I lay in my bed imagining Sam naked next to me purring and cooing as I made love to her. I pictured her firm body under me as I licked and kissed her taut muscles. I traced her well-defined abs with my tongue as she squirmed, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head. I'd tease her, licking up to her small firm breasts coating them with my tongue then sucking on one nipple letting it pop as I released it from my lips. I continued doing that until she begged me to finish her off, gently nudging my head lower with her hands. When she'd cum, we switched positions, her face buried between my legs. My fingers became her tongue teasing my pussy as I brought myself to an intense climax in the dark.

Yes, I was infatuated, and I was also confused. Marion seemed to be flirting with me; she'd noticed my lustful gazes at Sam yet said nothing to discourage me. I didn't know if I should flirt back with Marion who was sexy in her own right or ignore her and see which way Sam leaned. She was confident in her skin and what yummy skin it was.

I figured I'd play it by ear and see what happened. With my luck, I'd get caught in a compromising position with Marion by Sam and lose out on everything. I contemplated returning to school and not thinking about the temptations living next door to my parents.

I woke around eight after a restless night. I could hear mom doing what moms do early in the morning, cleaning or laundry. I got up, showered then dressed. I headed downstairs to help mom or get in the way. My mind slipped back into my little drama playing out with Marion and Sam. The questions kept bouncing around never settling on an answer.

Why hadn't they affected me before? What changed in my mind about them that had them both regularly in my thoughts and fantasies? Maybe I should ignore them both to hang out with my mother. These and other questions continued racing through my mind only to be put on hold by my cell phone notifying me about a new text message.

It was Marion, telling me she was free if I wanted to come over to do her massage. I sighed before answering it, debating whether to make up some excuse to avoid her.

I relented, texting her I was free and would be right over. She replied with a happy face emoji which made me laugh despite my uncertainty.

I grabbed my cups in addition to my yoga mat along with a variety of oils. I told my mom I was going next door to give Marion her massage. I was in my shorts, a tee, and flip flops since the weather was in the sixties. I rang the doorbell not expecting Marion to whip the front door open so quickly. I jumped back startled by the vacuum it created.

Much to my surprise and I hate to say it, but my delight there stood Marion in a tiny string bikini. I don't know if my being startled or my wide eyes at her state of undress caused her to laugh at my confused reaction. Ushering me in while apologizing for scaring me, we headed to the living room where she had a mat ready. I set my things down as she asked if I wanted something to drink. I declined, slipping off my flip-flops. I knelt down to organize my oils to begin our session placing them within easy reach.

She closed the curtains to the sliding glass door which led to the backyard. I asked her why and she replied that even though it backed up to the nature area, she didn't want anyone looking in. I shrugged my shoulders thinking 'whatever' as she flittered about the room lighting scented candles. She passed by a CD player pushing the play button. I heard waves crashing on a beach through the speakers and grinned to myself.

"You've set this up nicely. I normally don't have such things as candles and music when I massage."

"If I could have gotten a table, I would have." she smiled.

"A table makes it easier for some things. The floor is fine. Is Sam home? I brought along my cups if she wants another session."

“No, she's out shopping with some friends. I don't expect her back until close to dinner time.”

I knelt with her standing on the other side of the mat. "Okay, if and when she wants another treatment, you know I'm next door. So, any areas, in particular, you'd like me to focus on?'

She looked down at me. I could see a mischievous grin develop on her face.

"My hamstrings feel a bit tight along with my calves. Were you going to use olive oil or canola?" With a hint of sarcasm, in her voice, she asked as she knelt down.

I laughed, “No, I bought some essential massage oils, ylang-ylang, lavender, eucalyptus and tea tree."

I explained the differences to her while she laid face down and got comfortable. She opted for the ylang-ylang mostly due to its aroma. I waited until she was relaxed then began at her feet. I applied the oil after warming it slightly in my hands. I started using it on the arch of her right foot. I sat back on my heels as I gently yet firmly went over her entire foot. My fingers slipped between her toes coating each digit. Her nails were painted a bright red and looked expensive. I complimented her on them as I continued my work.

Marion lay sighing contentedly as I methodically handled one foot then the other. I eased each down when I'd completed it. I then moved up each leg having separated her legs so I could slip in between them.

Moving my hands up and down her calves then her hamstrings, I could feel her body tensions easing. I was tempted to ask her to remove her bottoms, but with the flirtations I'd experienced and my lust for her daughter, I thought better of it.

My hands continued up over her cheeks which were firm for a woman her age. Not that she was old but, I was used to a much younger clientele. She could give a few of them a run for the money in the firm ass department.

She was resting, arms crossed, her head to the side, eyes closed enjoying her massage. I slipped from between her legs to her midsection to get a better angle. She opened her eyes and softly told me I had great hands, and she was enjoying my work. I smiled, thanked her then continued the task at hand.

When I had offered Marion the oils to choose from I had a feeling I shouldn't have mentioned the ylang-ylang which has a very erotic aroma and has aphrodisiac properties. I hadn't used it much in the past; now I was beginning to see why. I was starting to get slightly aroused as I continued coating Marion in it. I could only imagine what was happening to her as she moaned and cooed while my hands inched further up her body.

When I finished one side of her back, I crossed over her to get the other. She opened her eyes, watching me as I moved to her shoulders. She commented on how delightful the oil smelled, I agreed, mentioning I'd never really used it that much.

She grinned, “It's making me tingle a bit; you know where.”

I blushed, “Yes, I should have mentioned that. Should I stop?”

She admonished me for even mentioning stopping, “You better not, young lady. I haven't felt that in quite some time. I'm enjoying it in addition to your touch.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying it, Marion.”

I moved to sit at her head to do her shoulders, one hand on each side while I leaned over pushing down her back. A few times I went a bit too far letting a breast brush across her ear as I pushed downward.

“Oops, sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she asked.

“My boob on your ear. I extended a little too far." Wondering how she would respond.

“Oh, sweetie, I didn't mind at all. Haven't you figured out I've been flirting with you unsuccessfully since Thanksgiving?”

“I wasn't sure, Marion. I mean you are close to my parent's age. I've known you and Sam like forever. I'm flattered. I didn't know you liked the fairer sex." I grinned as my hands worked a bit slower.

“I have since I was a teenager, my love. My dear departed husband didn't have a problem with my choices as long as I was discreet. Back then he could have been blackballed in his advancement if it were known I cheated with the ladies; men they don't seem to have a problem with. Speaking of Sam, I've noticed how you look at her, especially when we were in the sauna."

I blushed, "Yes, she has quite the body. It didn't feel right knowing you were flirting with me. I hate drama."

Marion moaned as replying, "Oh, that feels good. Did I mention I was discreet? You never struck me as one who enjoyed men or women my darling, Casey. Sam won't be home for another couple of hours. Hint, hint."

“I know, I'm not overtly sexual. I've dated both boys and girls from time to time. My school work and career have always been my main focus. She won't, huh? Are you suggesting something Marion?”

“It's up to you. Like I said, if you and Sam got together I wouldn't complain. I wouldn't tell your parents anything, that's your business. My massage and the oil are making me frisky. I sense it's affecting you also. What do you say we go up to my room, get this oil off me in the shower and see what happens."

I thought about it for a few seconds as my hands continued gliding over her back. I hadn't had any close personal contact in ages, and her offer was tempting.

“Are you sure Sam won't return anytime soon?”

She sat up, reached behind her back to untie the bikini top, letting it drop to her lap. She took my hands placing them on her breasts, holding them there.

Looking me in the eyes, she responded, "No, I'm not one hundred percent positive. What would you do if she walked in right now with your hands all over my boobs?"

“Since it's obvious I'm massaging you, I'd tell her I was helping you with a self-exam and was about to massage your front side. She would be welcome to watch."

“Oh, that is good. Sam might believe it too. I don't. I think right now you're a horny little bunny, but you don't want to ruin any chance you have to get into Sam's panties."

“Marion, when you put it like that, it sounds crude. Let's finish the massage. I was feeling it a bit ago, but now I've lost the mood."

“I'm sorry. Maybe I'm a bit jealous of you lusting after Sam and not me. Let me text her. I'll tell her you're staying for dinner after my massage. I'll ask her to join us. I didn't mean to be abrupt. Forgive me? Oh, since you're not in the mood are you going to quit playing with my breasts?"

I blushed a deep red, slowly removing my hands from her lovely globes, “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't realize I was lingering. They are very nice, Marion.”

“I don't mind at all. Like I mentioned earlier, you have a great touch. My phone is on the counter. I'll get it and text Sam."

She got up leaving her top on the floor. I watched as she walked to the counter then leaned against it facing me. She pulled up Sam's number, hit the keys then pressed send. After a few seconds, her phone dinged. She read it then texted back. Setting the phone down, she strolled back over.

Facing me, she dropped to her knees, "Shall I lay on my back now for you to continue fondling my boobs?"

“What did Sam say?”

“Oh, she'll be here for dinner since I invited you. But, it won't be until around six. It's just a little after nine; we have plenty of time to do whatever we want to, sweetheart."

“Oh, mom said we're having dinner at six also. It's my favorite, lasagna.”

“She's next door; we can walk over together after our shower and tell her you're having dinner with us."

“Our shower?”

“Yes, why not? You're horny I can tell. You don't have anything to do after my massage do you? What could it hurt? She won't be home so we can enjoy each other's company for a couple of hours. Who knows, you might even enjoy it.”

I thought for a few seconds. Marion was right, I was horny. I was lusting after them both and what could it hurt? Sam was way out of my league. Marion wanted me; I should go for it and settle a few conflicts in my mind.

“Okay, after I finish your massage I'll take my things back home and let my mom know I'm having dinner here with you and Sam.”

She smiled, “That sounds delicious, Casey. We can shower when you get back, taking our sweet time. Then depending on our moods, eat lunch in the kitchen or my bed.”

I laughed, “You're not shy about this at all are you.”

“No, I want you as much as you want Sam. We could play little games or cut to the chase and enjoy each other.”

She laid down, hands back at her sides waiting for me to finish. She was right, we could play games which is usually frustrating to one or both, or we could enjoy each other and see where it takes us.

I started on her shoulders again this time with her topless. Her nipples were hard as my oily palms glided over them. I liked how they felt. My pussy was tingling once again, but I refrained from doing anything.

I worked each arm in turn, scooting about her on my knees as she lay, eyes closed enjoying the soft music, the aroma, and stimulation from the oil along with my hands over her body. The more I touched her and thought about her proposition the more I became aroused. Despite having her right in front of me, I still flashed images of Sam.

Moving between her legs, I traced the curves of her hips with each hand. I went from her pelvis to her hips letting my body glide over her tummy. I kept eyeing her breasts as they rose and fell as she breathed.

Her eyes remained shut as my hands slid over her tummy. She was in such a relaxed state she didn't notice I'd shifted to one hand while the other quietly removed my tee shirt and unhooked my bra. I laid my tee behind me then switched back to two hands so she wouldn't notice. As she moaned, she whispered how delicious she felt. I managed to work my bra down each arm and off without disturbing her peace. Placing it on my discarded tee, I was now topless, my nipples firm and tingly. I squirted a bit more oil on my palms. Using both hands again I lubed her thighs from her knees to the perineum. She moaned a bit more enthusiastically hoping I'd get closer with my upwards movements. I remained silent pausing only to oil my breasts for a surprise body massage.

I placed both hands on either side of her, then raised myself up over her. Lowering my breasts to her pelvis I softly made contact, sliding myself up against her tummy, my boobs barely touched her skin.

She quickly opened her eyes tilting her head towards me. A wide grin lit up her face; her hands clasped my head pulling me towards her. I managed to hand-walk the distance, my crotch against hers as she pulled me in for a kiss. I let my body rest against hers as our lips joined. We remained like that licking and kissing each other, breasts pressed together for quite some time.

Her legs wrapped around me, ankles resting on my shorts covered butt until she got annoyed at the roughness of the fabric.

She broke our embrace to whisper, “Oh, Casey that feels so good. I'm glad you see it my way.”

I blushed, "You were right, Marion. I am tingly, and there's no reason not to enjoy each other. But, it's our secret, you promised. Someday I'll tell my parents I like girls too. I don't think they would have a problem with it, but I'm not quite ready to declare anything to them."

She brushed my hair back behind my ears. Smiling, she told me she understood, and of course, it would remain between the two of us. She asked if I wanted to shower and I nodded yes. I rolled off of her, sat back, marveling at her body. She was good looking. Maybe I couldn't have her perfect daughter, but I could have her. I found my clothes pile and picked it up. She stood, walked around blowing out the candles and turning off the music. Offering her hand to me, I rose slipping my fingers between hers. As we walked to her room, she confessed she'd dreamed about this for a very long time. Something about my return home at Thanksgiving made her finally act.

I confessed I'd never really looked at her or Sam sexually, but that day they both had stirred something in me. Marion released my hand to shut the door as a precaution even though she knew Sam wouldn't be home for hours. I made a mental note not to mention her again and to focus on the woman I was about to shower and make love with. I set my clothes on a chair then began to remove my shorts when she stopped me.

"Let me do that Casey, if you don't mind."

“Be my guest.”

She knelt before me. I could see the anticipation on her face as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Gently, she lowered one side then the other down my waist to my hips, then finally my legs letting them rest on the floor. Repeating her actions, she discarded my panties in the same way. I stood there allowing her to admire me as no one had before. Her abrupt personality seemed to end when I surrendered to her. Her soft touch and admiring looks hinted at how we'd make love. This wasn't just sex for her now, she had obtained her prize and was going to make the most of it.

She moaned, gazing at my trimmed pubic hairs noticing the shiny secretions where my labia came together. With butterfly kisses, and the back of her fingers, she stroked me there making me shiver. She smiled, looking up at me as I bit my lower lip.

She whispered, "You have an adorable kitty, Casey."

Then she kissed it. My heart was pounding, my arousal increased, and she saw the evidence inches from her face. She stood, looked me in the eyes, closing hers she placed her lips on mine, her hands around my waist pulling me to her. We kissed briefly. Marion felt so good; I admonished myself for having doubts about our making love.

When she broke our kiss, she reached down scooping my hand in hers leading me to the bathroom. Removing her bikini bottoms, she tossed them onto the toilet. They slipped over the cover and onto the floor.

She laughed, “Oops.”

Then she opened the glass shower door, turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up. I took the liberty of kissing her shoulders my arms around her tummy. She reached behind herself fumbling for me. I sighed, laying my head on her shoulder.

I whispered, “This wasn't what I expected.”

She turned to face me, “What were you expecting?”

I blushed, “Just sex.”

She laughed as she led me into the stream of water, “Oh, don't worry babydoll, that will happen. I want this to be so good you'll crave me.”

I smiled, “I'm starting to feel that way already, Marion.”

We stepped into the water; it was the perfect temperature. We soaked ourselves from head to toe. Then Marion asked me to shut the water off. I reached around and did as requested while she grabbed the bottle of shampoo. She squirted some into my hair then her own. We proceeded to lather each other up giggling as we did. It was fun and sexy at the same time.

We rinsed our hair, did the conditioner thing then the fun began. Next, Marion applied body gel to me from my shoulders to my ankles. There was enough room in the shower that I could stand out of the water stream leaving her in it. The way she applied the gel was exactly like she had done to herself in the gym locker room that first time.

Slow and methodical, she was spending an exorbitant amount of time on my breasts, ass, and mound. I was aroused the entire time. If she'd spent much more time, I would have cum then and there, but she'd play with me getting me close, then backing off. It was such a fantastic feeling, like riding a roller coaster only this was slow and erotic.

When it was my turn, we switched places allowing me to rinse off. I reciprocated Marion's actions only I went a bit further suckling her breasts after rinsing them off. She loved it. When we'd gotten all the oil off us, we both felt like we needed the relief from our teasings. We got out and dried off. Toweling each other down, kissing and fondling the entire time we headed to her bed.

I'd never experienced this type of joy with any of the boys or girls I'd been with before. Marion was exceptional. All thoughts of Sam vanished from my mind as we climbed onto her king-sized bed. We faced each other ready to consummate our budding relationship.

Marion looked me in the eyes as we lay facing each other. Brushing my cheek with her hand, she told me quietly that she could quickly make this a long-term thing.

I replied, “I've loved this so far. You're very different than others I've been with, Marion. I really could get used to this.”

She kissed me which started the best sex I've ever had in my short inconsistent and varied sexual life. We truly made love, her kissing started at my lips, moved to my face then down my body pausing at each breast where she suckled, bit, licked and toyed with my nipples until I told her I was getting close. She whispered she wasn't ready for that quite yet so she moved further down playing with my navel which excited me more than I thought it might. It tickled and continued to arouse me at the same time.

She looked up at me asking if there were any parts of my body when played with didn't excite me. I could only smile telling her she should keep looking because I had no clue.

With that, she moved down the bed and my body, kissing my thighs, one side then the other. She gradually went from my knees to my vagina, licking, kissing and purring the entire time. The roller coaster I had been on earlier was now close to peaking at the top. One final bounce of her mouth from thigh to thigh brought her mouth over my pussy which had been anxiously awaiting her attention since we played in the shower.

Using her thumbs, she massaged me, telling my kitty that she was the prettiest kitty she'd ever seen. She covered it with her tongue, licking from bottom to top where she lifted my hood to begin the final descent of the roller coaster. My entire body shook as she swirled her tongue around my clit. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead while I gripped the sheets sinking my head back into the pillows, my pelvis lifting to her face. My orgasm was the most intense I'd ever experienced. Marion knew precisely what she was doing, and I thanked myself for finally caving in to her lust. I shouted out her name when I wasn't moaning in bliss. I clamped my thighs to keep her face in the perfect spot as I rolled about enjoying each marvelous spasm.

When I did release her, I apologized for squeezing her head. She laughed and told me it was okay and that she was happy I enjoyed it. She returned to the head of the bed to bask with me while my heartbeat returned to a somewhat regular pace. We kissed and cuddled for a long time then it was my turn to please this unique woman lying next to me.

I started off the same way Marion had, kissing and licking my way south. She was enjoying it as much as I did. Instead of dining on her thighs, I went straight to her pussy. My tongue eagerly ventured between her folds exploring and lapping up her juices. I kissed, licked and got my face slathered with her nectar. I told her how delicious she tasted. Then I switched things up. I stopped devouring her which made her look down at me wondering if something was wrong. Far from it, I sat up then spread her legs, slipping my right under her left. I moved, lifting her left leg up to my shoulder, her foot almost resting on it. Our vaginas were embracing; I began a rhythmic undulation with my kitty welcoming her pussy. Her eyes lit up as she realized what I was doing. She laid back on her elbows matching my gyrations, pressing herself into me. We continued fucking each other, her foot riding close to my ear. She would throw her head back now and then or stare at my abs as they rolled showing off my muscles. Her words of encouragement aroused me once more as we fucked each other's brains out.

She started to waver in her movements just before she gave me one final and glorious push. Collapsing back on the bed, I eased my humping as she peaked. She opened her eyes to watch me slow down enthralled by my movements between her legs. Laying there panting, clutching the sheets she asked me to slow down and stop.

I did as my new lover requested, watching her shudder as the effects of my efforts left her in the same state of bliss she'd left me. When she was done, she opened her arms to me, wanting to cuddle which I gladly accepted extracting my legs from hers.

We repeated our afterglow kissing and hugging along with compliments for such wonderful shared feelings. Both of us were spent. We managed a brief half hour nap wrapped in each other's arms. When we awoke, Marion suggested another shower. We didn't play with each other as much the second time around knowing I had to return my things next door. When we exited, we both used the blow dryer so my mother wouldn't wonder why our hair was wet.

We got dressed noticed the time laughing at how we'd lost track of the two hours since we'd decided to make love. We took my massage gear back home and told mom I'd been invited over for dinner.

She wondered where I'd been for the last three hours saying massages didn't usually last that long.

We told her we got to talking and lost track of time. Marion mentioned that maybe I could spend more time at the gym with her getting some time in doing physical therapy with her current therapist for school credit. Mom thought that was as great an idea as did I.

We talked with mom for another couple of hours then went back to Marion's to start dinner. Marion poured us each a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. We sipped and talked as we prepped everything, kissing and being lovey-dovey the entire time until we heard the garage door opening announcing Sam's arrival. It was nice talking to Marion without all the sexual tension I'd felt in the past. I felt so beautiful after our lovemaking session; it seemed like all the little things that had been bothering me vanished.

We were laughing at something when Sam walked in. She looked as yummy as ever, dressed in shorts, gladiator sandals, and a loose tee shirt. We greeted Sam both smiling. She said hello asking what dinner was and when would it be ready. Marion rattled off the menu of herb crusted chicken, grilled asparagus, and garlic mashed potatoes. Sam smiled then announced she'd be in the shower and down in a few.

Marion looked at me after Sam left, "How's the lust meter right now?"

I blushed, “She's still yummy but, you. Oh, you. I could get used to being your lover, Marion. I'm still glowing.”

She purred, “So am I sweetheart. What would we tell your parents? Sam wouldn't care.”

"Honestly, I have no clue."

"As long as we're being honest. I can understand your lust for Sam. You and I would get a lot of backlash if we announced we were a 'thing’.”

“True. But, after today I don't know if I would feel right flirting with Sam.”

She looked at me in disbelief, "Hmm, I know this is weird, and I'll have to think about it more, but I don't think I'd mind you being her first. I wouldn't want to know any details. I know you'd be good to her. How does that sound?"

"You're testing me, right? I don't know. Right now you are very much on my mind, and I'm happy with that."

She looked at me for a few seconds which was perfect because Sam walked in from her shower. Her hair was still damp; she had changed into a different pair of shorts and a tee sans bra. Her nipples poked at the thin fabric of the shirt looked edible. I nearly died. Here I was telling Marion I had no thoughts about Sam and Sam is making me lust after her again. I sighed shaking my head then looking up at Marion with a smile. She looked at me nearly breaking into a laugh.

Sam, having no clue what we'd been talking about, plopped her tight little ass on to the bar stool next to me.

“How was the massage?” she enquired.

Marion sighed, “It was heaven. Casey has the touch Sammikins.”

I blushed and looked away trying not to laugh.

When I regained my composure, I asked Sam how her back was. She replied it was feeling better, but she wouldn't turn down a massage if I were offering.

I looked over at Marion who was mouthing 'go for it.' There I was back in the same confused boat I thought I just gotten out of. I let it go not saying anything more about massages. Sam told us about her day as we set the table for dinner. The food was good, we talked about colleges, working out, along with a few other mundane items. When we'd finished, as we were clearing the table Marion paused as she opened the dishwasher.

"Hey, I have a board meeting on Friday; my car will be in the shop, so I'm taking Sam's. If you're not doing anything Casey maybe you two could get that massage in."

I was dumbfounded.

Sam perked up, “Hey, that's a great idea. How about it Casey? Around nine?”

"I'll check my schedule, but I think it's clear." I winked.

“Oh, cool.” Sam grinned.

Marion turned her back to us, and I thought I could hear a giggle. I told them I hated to eat and run, but I was kind of tired. Marion walked me to the door as Sam headed upstairs.

She took my hand in hers, "Don't hate me, Casey. I want you to be sure about all this. It's sort of a test. I know I'm a strange one to figure out."

"I don't hate you, Marion. I'll do the massage and see what happens. In a way, I'll be glad to be back at school with all this behind me."

“We'll talk when I get home Friday evening. That is if you'll still talk to me.”

"I will; you're just confusing the hell out of me."

“I know.”

It seemed like Friday couldn't get here fast enough; I was almost as anxious about this massage as I was with Marion. This time though I figured it would be all up to me to see if Sam had any interest in girls or me in general. I had my massage bag waiting by the door right after I got up at eight. At two minutes to nine, I said bye to mom since dad was at work and went next door. Sam didn't surprise me as Marion had. It took her a few seconds to open the door for me. She was in her terry cloth robe, her hair was messed up, and it looked like she'd just crawled out of bed when I rang the bell.

Yawning, she led me to her room. She ripped the comforter off the bed then adjusted it on the floor. To my delight, she dropped the robe. All she had on were her boy shorts. My heart fluttered at the sight, but I remained composed. I took out the oils and asked which she wanted. She mumbled she didn't care. She'd forgotten I was coming over and the doorbell reminded her. I told her we didn't have to do this now. She said she was already awake and she needed it.

I asked what if anything was bothering her. She said she overdid her work out, the same one where she hurt herself with heavier weights. I told her to lay down so I could go over her. I mentioned I left the cups at home. She replied it wasn't that bad, but a massage would help.

I suggested the eucalyptus as she laid down in front of me her tight little tush facing up. I proceeded to work her feet just like I did with Marion. I almost thought she was falling back asleep because I heard nothing from her. I was about to oil her tush when I thought about the oil. I asked if she minded if I got oil on her panties.

She said they were brand new, so she removed them, thanking me for the warning. I started up again making my way over her butt then up her body working her shoulders last. I asked her to turn over; she did, adjusting herself as best she could on the comforter.

I went back to her feet, working her ankles then her calves. Spreading her legs, I sat between them, her bare pussy calling me. I sat back on my heels, my knees about mid-thigh on her. I dribbled the oil in a u-shape from one knee to the other up each leg then turning back down at her belly button for the other leg. Placing a hand on each thigh, I sat up. Putting pressure on each leg, I rose, sliding my body towards her tummy. If someone were looking, it would have resembled the child's pose in a yoga class.

My hands sliding up the inside of her thighs met where her legs came together at her pelvis. The first couple of times I returned to my start point but the third I stopped. My thumbs were where her inner thighs met her vulva. I made small circles with them midway up to the top of her pussy not touching but getting extremely close. I repeated this about ten times watching as her breathing became more rapid with each repetition.

When I'd finished, I moved outside her legs about to about mid-torso. I sat diagonally to her facing down her legs. Starting at her hip, I did the same leaning action over the hip then down her inner thigh. I turned my head in time to see her swallow hard. My hands were having the desired effect of arousing her, yet she said nothing. My next move was to play her like a harpist; I believe they call it the Glissandos where the harpist plucks the string with both hands rapidly as they get closer to themselves.

I leaned over her, placing my right palm over her vulva, pressing down slightly I pulled back towards me, my middle finger lightly touching her folds while the fingers on either side stroked her groin.

Rapidly repeating this move her breathing became more pronounced. After about nine swipes like this, she sat up on her elbows eyes wide asking me to please stop.

I did, looking at her with a questioning look on my face. She was blushing which I thought was very sexy.

“Casey, I hate to say this but, you're exciting me.”

Not surprised I feigned ignorance, "I am? I'm sorry, I was working your groin area. Of course, I'll stop, I didn't mean to do that. Most people ignore it."

"It's okay. The only person who has ever touched me down there has been my OB/GYN, and she's never aroused me like that. I feel so embarrassed."

"Oh, don't, it's perfectly alright. Everyone reacts differently. I'll wash my hands then head back home. Probably a good thing I didn't start on your front first."

She laughed, “Yes, did you do that to mom too?”

“Yes, but she didn't react the same way. Don't worry about it. I won't tell your mom.”

“Thanks, I'm still a virgin down there. Nothing personal but, I'm not into girls. Not that you aren't attractive and nice and all that.”

I stopped her there not wanting her to embarrass herself more. I told her it was okay; I like human bodies in general which made her eyebrows arch a bit wondering what I meant. I changed the conversation quickly, my heart racing, wishing I could have been the first, but it seemed that was not to be. I got up, found my way to the bathroom, washed my hands then came back to gather up my stuff.

She'd put her robe back on to escort me to the door. She mentioned she was going to shower then go back to bed. I reminded her to drink extra water. She thanked me as we said our goodbyes. I headed home with a naughty thought that she was going to shower to finish the work I'd started on her. That brought a grin to my face along with a tingle down below.

I didn't talk to Marion until Monday when she invited me over after Sam left for the gym. We didn't have time for a lovemaking session, but I did give her all the details about the massage. She told me she was disappointed for me that Sam rejected my subtle advances, but she was delighted that her daughter was still a virgin. Marion and Sam were just like my mom and I, not discussing intimate sex details with each other which I guess is relatively normal.

I did sneak away to spend a couple of beautiful afternoons naked with Marion before Winter break ended. Each time was better than the last if you can believe that. I gave her and Sam my email address so we could stay in contact. Marion wrote weekly, Sam not so much. But, Sam did email in late February wanting to sit down and talk with me if I was going to be home for Spring break. I told her I was and asked what she wanted to talk about. Sam was vague, mentioning college and what to take for her first year at school. I told her to let me know when she was available.