Massaging my Best Friend_(0)

I’m sitting at my computer, watching an episode of Doctor who as Hali walks in. She just came out the shower and is wearing a towel around her. She closes the door behind herself and walks behind my chair, towards the bed, rubbing my hair in the process. As she flops down on the bed and lays back, I reach my hand over and rub her thigh, asking,” Hey there. Enjoy your shower?” She’d just got off an really long shift and took an extra long shower to relax in the hot water. Hali nods and says,” Yeah, I wish my place had water pressure like yours does.”

Noticing how warm and soft her skin is, I continue rubbing her thigh, and start using my fingers to massage her leg. Hali sighs peacefully and I feel her leg muscles relax. After several minutes of one handed massaging while watching the show, I realize that I’m not really focused on either. I’m not retaining what’s happening in the show, and my massaging is spotty at best. I decide to put my computer to sleep and focus on massaging my sore best friend.

Hali and I met in high school, but didn’t start hanging out until a couple years after we graduated. We ran into eachother at Walmart and decided to catch up. We very quickly became friends, but it wasn’t until about a month later that we got real close. She called me in the middle of the night, crying, saying she needed someone to talk to. I went over to her place and found out that she has deep depression and anxiety. She’s never felt comfortable talking to anyone about it before, but she sensed something different with me.

So we became depression buddies. I had alot of problems bottled up too, so we’d call eachother up whenever we needed to talk, or go out in the middle of the night to clear our heads. Over the course of almost 6 months, we exposed pretty much every one of our deepest fears, regrets, thoughts, etc. We soon realized that we’d become inseparable. What started as hanging out only when in a dark mindset became us doing almost everything together.

I get up out of my chair and kneel on the bed, between her legs. I use both hands to continue massaging the leg I was working on before while asking about her workday. She vents about her boss and coworkers, and just as I start massaging the other leg, she starts telling me about a loud customer that got upset about pretty much nothing. She’s halfway through her story when I finish massaging her second leg.

I ask her if I could undo her towel so I could get to her stomach. I’ve seen her naked lots of times, but it was always by her doing. She’d be standing up, changing or in the shower. She nods without stopping her story, but I notice a blushing to her cheeks and a slight grin infect her talking lips. I reach up by her chin and undo the ball twist that’s holding the towel closed. I pull the flaps apart and lay them to Hali’s sides, exposing her bare body.

At 5 foot 7, and about 90 pounds, she’s a good bit on the small and skinny side. Long brown hair to her upper back, blueish green eyes, and very light freckles on the cheeks. Her lips are soft looking and pink, with very little in the way of wrinkles due to consent lip glossing. Her breasts are As, which basically are just small lumps on her chest with light pink nipples pointed out. Her figure curves nicely along her hips and down her legs. With me kneeling between them, her legs are open pretty wide and fully expose her pussy. A smoothly shaven, puffy mound with a light pink slit in the middle and a small clit sticks subtly out.

I put my hands on her lower chest and start gently rubbing her stomach. Hali finishes her story as my thumbs start running around the edge of her belly button. She asks me how my visit to my grandparents went. I tell her about getting the usual lecture on finding a good career so to support my family, to be money smart and save, etc. Hali giggles and talks about her similar experience with an aunt last month.

I reach the bottom of her stomach and start massaging her hips and pelvis. I soon ask her,” Do you want me to go further in?” My question is answered with a faint nod and a grin. She continues on about her aunt as she raises her knees and spreads them out, giving me more room to massage her mound. I put my hands on her inner thighs, then firmly rub up and down the smooth skin with my thumbs. Staying right next to, but not touching, her slit, I kneed at her flesh. Hali finishes her story after several minutes of her crotch being rubbed along.

Hali’s hand reaches down to her slit and rubs a finger along it for a second. Her hand pulls away about a foot, then she rubs her fingers together, admiring the wetness. She sits up and playfully says,” This is you’re fault”, then her wet fingers rub along my lips. She smiles as I lick her juices off my lips and says,” Do my back now please.”

She pulls her legs from around me and flips around, sitting on her knees.