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From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol)

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Subject: A Master's Ring (part 8) third try at this

Date: 23 Aug 1997 22:58:50 -0400

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				Chapter 8

				Letting go.

			   (excerpts from a diary)			

	

----Letting go, even if you never actually had something in your hands is tough 

to do.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------





		He's close to edge. Sheila will push him hard. 

		Having Rachel as a witness won't help but she's 

		his choice, I knew that and can accept it. But 

		it won't be easy for him.

		Or her. 



	

"What?" Sometimes Melisa can surprise me at the wrong time. 

"Yeah, Sheila and Jeremy are teaching a summer seminar together. We're in it."

"I know that part, goddamn it."

"I'm in it, too." This was from Rachel; the part that surprised me. 

"How?" I said looking between both of them. 

"What do you mean how?" Rachel said putting the box full of her stuff down. It was 

the last week in June and we were moving Rachel's stuff in. I had thought she 

wouldn't be back until August but something had changed her plans. 

"Yeah, what do mean how?" Melisa put her box down too. 

	I kept walking; carrying the box into the house, up the steps, and into the 

huge double on the second floor. It was not a retreat, simply picking better ground to

make a stand on. 

	Sheryl was in the room moving boxes around. She looked up at me as I put the 

box on the bed. I smiled her. 

"You might want to take a break." 

	Melisa and Rachel stormed into the room and all but threw their boxes on the 

bed before turning to confront me. Sheryl looked at them, looked at me; I shrugged,

she started laughing knowingly. I stared at her for a moment, there was an 

edge to that laugh that had nothing to do with my situation, or had a lot more to 

do with it than what was going on at the moment. She walked out of the room. 

"What the fuck do you mean how?" Melisa came close to raising her her voice into 

an all-out shout. 

	I looked at both of them. Rachel was looking at Melisa strangely but it didn't

 prevent her from turning her blue eyes laser-like on me.  I sat on Rachel's bed and 

leaned back.  I looked up at both them. Melisa took a step closer, after a moment's 

thought Rachel took that step also. I kept looking at them. 

	From up close, the differences between them can be striking. Melisa's blonde, 

doll-like features almost painfully thin, and Rachel's own blondeness, California 

features. Both athletic but Rachel had the natural size, both in height and build. 

	Rachel began to shift her weight uncomfortably as I continued to study them. 

She knew that I had wanted her since we met in our freshman year. I had never tried to

hide it; always willing to drop anything except major schoolwork if she needed 

something. She must have wondered why I had never made a move on her. Everyone that 

knew me, knew I wanted her. I had always kept my distance on the subject of being with

her though. Sometimes, I wondered myself why I hadn't pushed the issue. Maybe the best

explanation is that she never gave an indication that she and I, as an us ever crossed

her mind. She never acknowledged that I wanted her until Melisa.

	Melisa cleared her throat and looked down at me. There was something in her 

eyes that I had seen every time we spoke to or were with Rachel. My Sisters had told 

me not to try figure out the actions or motivations of the Siblings or even a 

particular Sibling I was close to. I would just give myself a headache they had told

me. 



"David, Sibling and Brothers are two different species. You can figure out the 

simple things or in specifics you can make general assumptions. You can know why 

a Sibling is a Sibling in a general way. But anything complex or dealing with a

specific Sibling's actions and we can't figure out too much. We don't think like they 

do. We don't have the same needs."

	I knew Melisa was up to something but I couldn't quite put my finger on much 

more than Rachel was involved.  

	Melisa kicked my foot. Rachel gasped and started giggling. I looked at Melisa 

and sighed. 

"Well?" 

"Let's see Melisa." I said counting things off on my finger "One, it's a level 

400 seminar; which are reserved for majors only, two) Rachel is not a major which 

means she requires special permission, three) everyone wants in on this class 

considering it's taught by two of the most popular professors at the university, three

, Rachel hasn't taken a class with either of them so how did she get in, four) if 

she asked she should be at the bottom of a very long list considering there's only 

going to be ten of us." I stopped and turned to Rachel.

"Rachel, considering the work involved. Why the hell are you taking this class?"

	She shrugged saying "It fills three requirements."

"Shit"

	She sat down on her bed, "I told you I took a hit. I talked to the dean and

she said that because of the professors, the level and the writing involved. The class

will fulfill my writing requirement, one humanities, and one social science."

"How?"

"The writing requirement is easy; most non-science majors kill it with any number of 

classes but level 400 and graduate classes are weighed if you're not in the major." 

she smiled. "Remember what you told me when I started get as much crossover as 

possible." 

	I remembered that conversation, I remembered all of the conversations I had 

with Rachel. 

"But, Rachel, it's not easy. I mean, jesus, it's an eight week course and the writing 

is tough for people that are in the majors."

"I talked to both of the professors and when they heard that I lived with you and

Melisa, they said if you two helped me I would be okay. Dr. Petrov said that her 

portion was going to be a group paper so she would put the three of us together in 

one group." 

	I sighed and laid back on the bed. I could see a pattern developing slowly 

around me, Melisa was at the heart of it as she had been from the beginning of all of 

this. I knew Jeremy was a fellow conspirator of hers but I couldn't think of a reason 

that Dr. Petrov would let Rachel into the class. I had talked to the 7 other people

in the class, all of us were seniors or graduate students taking the class because

of the professors. 

I got up from the bed went downstairs to take the rest of Rachel's things to her new

bedroom. 





			He's beginning to see what I'm doing. 

			He can't understand it, I know that's	

			the basis of the Sibling, Brother rela-

			tionship. They are so simple sometimes 

			to understand, but they can't think that 

			someone else might need different things. 

			Maybe that's what makes him a Brother, he

			can't see that I need him stable, happy. 

			He still sees me as a non, when he crosses 

			over he'll at least accept that I'm not.



	I walked into the room behind Rachel and Melisa. Rachel had been nervous. We 

had bought the books ahead of time and they almost sent Rachel into a panic until 

Melisa started reassuring her. It's only one book week, etc. I stood around agreeing,

later on that night I talked to her making sure she knew I would be helping her as 

much as I possibly could. 

	Professor Ryan was staring out the window on the far side, Dr. Petrov was 

sitting at the table looking through some of the books. She was younger than most 

professors. I had heard she had skipped a number of grades early on in her education

and done college and a master's in 5 years. She looked no older than 25 and was 

seriously been considered for tenure at our school. The only problem was the 

associates that had been with the university longer than her were flipping; even if 

her books were well received by the academic community. The other people in the class 

were looking around nervously. They were all seniors and graduates who looked on this 

class as a chance to get good recommendations from Dr. Petrov and Dr. Ryan, I relaxed 

as a few of the more obnoxious examples of wanna-be academics had been cut from the 

class.

	Melisa walked to the back of the class. Rachel and I followed along in her 

wake. I saw a few people looking at Rachel; the men in appreciation, both males and 

females wondering what she was doing here. I had pretty much resigned myself to the 

scenario. A couple of the females said hello to Melisa as she passed them by, she had 

always been aloof but not unfriendly so most of our peers were comfortable enough to 

talk to her easily. She sat down with Rachel and I taking seats on either side of her.

 	Dr. Ryan turned from the window as soon as we took our seats and picked up 

some folders from the desk. Dr. Petrov stood up, put her hands on the desk and asked 

us all to form a circle. Dr. Ryan waited as we all loudly moved rearranged the 

chairs. Once we were done, he handed half of the folders to Dr. Petrov and started 

to hand out them out to one half of the circle; Dr. Petrov started handing them 

out at the opposite end. A quick count showed that she would be handing me my 

folder. I turned to face her and waited patiently. As she handed me the folder, she 

hesitated before letting go. I looked up at her, frowning slightly. She smiled down

at me, I had taken her for other classes so I smiled back at her. She pushed the 

folder toward me. I looked down as the motion caught me off-balance. She was holding 

the folder strangely, in her right hand with her thumb underneath, four fingers on 

top, two fingers together spread away from her ring finger and her pinky spread away 

from her ring finger also. The grip worked to frame what I was supposed

to notice, a wet-concrete grey-stoned ring a style rarely used in a woman's ring, 

on the left side a man standing is etched so purely that even with wrists 

chained there is an arrogance to the stance and angle of the head. On the right 

side, a woman same pose; the exact same arrogance. 

	Dr. Petrov let go of the folder, turned and walked to sit behind the desk. I 

could hear Dr. Ryan speaking to class but I was looking at her. She was staring back; 

there was arrogance in the tilt of her head as we shared eye contact. She was 

challenging me to a contest but I did not know the rules. I stared back at her, a new 

player. I smiled at her, no arrogance in it only patience, and deliberately 

turned away from her to look at Melisa. She was staring at me, measuring and waiting

also. I nodded to her with the same deliberateness I had used to turn from Dr. Petrov 

acknowledging the new stage we had entered. 



		

			Mom said something I would not understand

			until I had a Brother of my own. One of those

			things was how patient they could be. We 

			came back from class and I knew he was 

			thinking about Sheila but the only way you 

			could really tell was that he was quiet, but

			he's always quiet anyway so maybe not. He 

			sat with Rachel and I patiently listening to

			Rachel having a panic attack as if he didn't

			want to ask me about Sheila. Maybe he didn't.



I stared at her. 

	I was waiting for her to talk about it. Rachel had finally calmed down again, 

it had taken less time than the last time she realized in how deep a shit she had 

landed trying to cut corners with this particular class. I had decided someone else 

was pulling the strings on that one, that person was sitting across from me trying 

very hard not to make eye contact. The pattern was becoming more obvious and the style

of the planner even more so. I hadn't been annoyed much but I acknowledged 

to myself that there better be a good reason to use Rachel in all of this. 

I stared at her. 

	She started fidgeting and even tried to stare me down. I let the small smile 

of surprise show on my face before I settled down for the wait. 

"She's a grey ring." she broke down after a few more minutes. 

	I leaned back a little deeper into the chair and brought my foot up to rest on

my other knee. I nodded for her to continue. 

"What do you want to know?" she asked in what was obviously a last ditch to maintain

some kind of control of the situation. 









She sighed, "She's not a Brother or a Sibling, more of a Sibling than a Brother 

though." My forehead wrinkled as I considered that. 

"She's really in between, or maybe it's like she likes both sides of it." I considered

that for a moment and nodded in understanding. I listened to the rest of her 

explanation discarding what I didn't need. There seemed to be only about 100 grey 

rings. They didn't actually have a name. They didn't have access to the Sibling the 

way the Brothers did, but they didn't want that. The seduction, maybe conquest would 

be a better word, was what was important to them. Both their seducing a Sibling, and a

Brother conquering them. I stroked my lower lip as Melisa continued to talk. I didn't 

understand Siblings but the grey ring had tossed me for a bit of loop. Mostly because 

Melisa's manipulation came distinctly into focus. My introduction to the Society, 

Rachel, and now Dr. Petrov, all had been handled the exact same way by the exact same 

hand. I had been handled, much more than I thought I had been and she was still doing it and clearly planned 

to continue doing it.  



I got pissed. 



	

		Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

		Sigh. Mom was right, very few things 

		are more dangerous than a calm Brother, 

		but one of those things is definitely 

		a Brother pushed to showing emotion. 





	Rachel was pissed at me. Sheryl was sporting "I told you so!" in everything 

from her whistle, to her walk, to every eye contact she made with Melisa. 

	The second day of class was interesting, Dr. Ryan could barely stop himself 

from laughing at every nervous glance that Melisa gave me. Dr. Petrov kept looking 

between Melisa and I with more than a touch of interest in her eyes. The class could 

feel there was something going on between the five of us, and didn't know what to 

think of it.



I ignored them all.  



	We were handed out appointment dates with the professors. I was not surprised 

to see that I would be meeting Dr. Petrov later that day. A few things had been

confessed as been unchangeable so I accepted them as such, Dr. Petrov was one of 

them. I looked over at Melisa, she started a conversation with Rachel about her 

appointment time. Rachel tried to shoot me an evil glare, I ignored that too. 





	I walked into the office after the voice inside said to come in. Dr. Petrov 

had a small office, maybe some small payback for her popularity with the students and

administration. She reclined back in her chair and gestured at a chair to the right 

of her desk. I sat down in it studying the room. It was exactly like her; organized, 

the stack of books showed a variety of intellectual interests, and coursing through 

the entire room a touch of femininity. I could see she had stamped this room the way a

woman's touch can stamp a home. 

	We entered a staring match, but it wasn't a contest. We were simply studying 

each other at the same time. She was my height, short black hair, brown eyes. She 

favored Melisa's build, compact while womanly. She was attractive but probably more 

because she projected competence and intelligence. 

"We will, unfortunately, not be, Mr. Feather." she challenged. 

"Umm... why not?"

"I have alot to lose should I be caught, or should there be rumors that I am in an 

affair with a student." she explained smiling. 

I nodded. 

I would have to prove myself. 

The rest of the appointment was spent in discussion of what was expected of me in the 

class. 





		Teehee.







What followed was a month of frustration like I have not experienced since the onset 

of puberty. I tried everything, and I mean everything. Flowers, good work, bad work, 

great work, an apple, making unnecessary appointments. 

It was embarrassing. 

Melisa was put through her sexual paces as the frustration built but it really didn't 

do anything. I didn't want Melisa at this point in time

I wanted Sheila. 

She had told me not to call her that. 

Melisa spent most of her time trying to contain smug laughter, Sheryl spent much of 

her time around us doing the same thing. Rachel knew something was going on, I think 

she spent most of her time knowing something was going on but not knowing exactly 

what. I wondered what Melisa was telling her about the whole situation. I got pissed 

and then more frustrated. Sheila had begun to ride me now, nothing I turned in was 

good enough. Rachel was starting to get worried since we were putting in so much work.

We weren't doing bad enough to get even close to failing but being in the class and 

not getting good grades was stressing Rachel. 







		Something has to break soon. 





	I studied the New York skyline, it was nighttime and I had volunteered to 

close the restaurant for one of the other busboys. I had kept both my jobs even with 

the change of financial status. I didn't really have anything to do over the summer 

and the jobs at least stabilized a small part of my schedule. 

	The restaurant is a McDonald's for people with money. Nothing is really high 

classed enough to be intimidating, but the menu can put a hurting on your wallet. I 

had finished resetting the tables from the Saturday setup into the Sunday setup and

was leaning against a table with my tie in my hand just looking in the city thinking

about the last month. 

"Hey, David, man. You still here?" I heard from behind me. 

	I turned around to see the side order cook walking up behind me. I shook his 

out-stretched hand before I replied "Just got done, Josh." 

"Long night, man." 

	It had been a regular Saturday, overbooked, pissed off diners, pissed off 

management, pissed off cooks. I sniffed a laugh and nodded. I hadn't really noticed 

but Josh didn't need to know I had been too busy to notice the night pass by. Eight 

hours of brainless work had let me bounce against some mental walls. 

"You work tomorrow, man?" he asked. 

"Na, dude. I only work Fridays and Saturdays now." I shrugged. 

"School?" 

"Not really, just planning to put in more hours at my job at school this year." 

He nodded, "Wanna go for a beer man at the go-go bar? Some of the guys headed that

way."

"No. I'm just gonna go home and go to bed. Thanks anyway though." 

"Alright, if you change your mind just stop by, I'll buy your first beer." He shook 

my hands and worked his way around tables to go out the back door. 

	I stood there for a few more minutes, I heard the other busboys at the bar 

waiting for tips. I walked up to the bar and sat down waiting for them. 

"Hey, Dave. Is that your Beamer?" 

I looked at the bartender asking the question. There are two on Saturdays. 

"It's my housemates."

"Your housemate let's you drive their BMW?" 

I shrugged. 

	He looked at me trying to find a way to get more out of me. I hadn't ever 

really associated with more than 2 or 3 people at work so he would have to wait until 

they asked. The other bartender finished the tip-out and started handing out money. I 

had made a c-note and almost laughed remembering the balance on my bank book.

The busboys noisily made their way out the front door. I waved goodbye, most of them

were new at the job. I sat while the bartenders cleaned up and closed the bar. The 

manager and I made small talk. He was alumni of my university and wanted dates for a 

few events.  I told him I would email them to him. I got up and walked to the back

of the restaurant up to the employee dressing area. I could see a light under the 

manager's office but didn't think much of it. I started to change still moving 

as if my body was on autopilot. The two bartender's came up stairs to change and left

before I was done. I heard the manager open the office and walk inside. I heard him

talk to someone inside. He was still talking when he came out and saw me still 

changing. 

"David's still here." he called into the office. 

"Hey, David can you do me a favor?" 

"What's up, man?"

"Mary wants to stay and do about a half-hour's worth of work so that she doesn't 

have to come in tomorrow, but her car's in the shop. Can you keep her company while

she's here and wait with her for a cab when's she's done?" he looked hopeful enough 

for me to know he had plans for the night and waiting for Mary didn't include them.

"Yeah, no problem." I replied closing my locker. 

"You sure, man?" 

I shrugged, "Tell her to forget the cab, I'll just give her a ride home. It's on the

way to my place anyway. No reason for her to pay." 

"Thanks a lot." He hurried inside as if he were afraid I would change my mind. 

	I could hear conversation inside the office. He came out carrying a change of 

clothes, he said thanks again and rushed down the steps. I almost laughed at the whole

scenario. 

	I walked up to the door and looked inside, Mary looked up from the computer 

screen, 

"Hey, baby." 

I smiled at her, "Hey, sweetie." 

	Mary was one of those 2 or three people that I talk to at work. I would say it

 was purely altruistic, and I only talk to her because she's right around my age, an 

English major in literature, but it wouldn't be true. She's 5'7 with strawberry blonde

hair more on the strawberry side than blonde, has the most incredible blue-green eyes.

To cap it all off, she has the second best ass I have ever seen on a woman. The best 

was in grammar school and the girl eventually lost it, so it probably doesn't count. 

Quite a few of the guys at restaurant had tried their hands at getting into her pants 

but none so far have succeeded. I had seen that and decided not to bother. She always 

called me baby, so I teased her with the sweetie. 

"Thanks for waiting." she said to me.

"Hey, no problem. I'll even give you a ride home." 

"You don't have to, David." she told me. 

"It's no big deal, it's halfway to my place anyway. Why let you take a cab?" 

"You sure?" 

	I nodded and sat down at the chair next to the table. Mary earned extra money 

at the restaurant by doing a lot of the paperwork, I had  known she was getting ready 

to quit and this was a way to transition her way out. I also knew she was serious 

about her boyfriend but was still edging away from making a more serious commitment 

than having each other's keys. We'd talked about it once on a slow day. She loved him,

but wasn't sure if that was it, and really wasn't ready for happily ever after to 

start yet. 

"How's your summer going?" she asked me.

"It's okay. I'm taking a class. Found a place for the year." I replied.

"Nice place?" she asked as she continued to type in data. 

"Yeah, it's a very nice. I'm lucky to have found it."

"How's the housemates?" she asked smiling. I've had a history of shitty roommates

and housemates, I had told her about the choice few. 

"Actually, I like my roomates.Three females." 

She laughed, "I bet you do."

	I shrugged innocently. 

"Is the girl that dropped you off yesterday one of them?"

	I nodded. Melisa had needed the car yesterday to go car shopping. She had 

dropped me by the valet parking in front of the restaurant. Needless to say, it caused

a lot of raised eyebrows. Especially after an  enthusiastic good-bye. 

"Is she more than that?" she asked tongue in cheek. 

"Not really." I said.

She turned from the screen to look at me. 

"Maybe a little more." 

"Uhhuh." 

"I heard you were quitting soon." she told me. 

"I decided to follow you out, sweetie. How could I work here without my Mary?"

She laughed again. 

"When?" she asked. 

"Late september. I know all the bussers are new so I told them I would stay until they

know how many are keepers. But I already cut my Sundays."

She nodded, "What are you gonna do?"  

I shrugged, "I never really needed the money, so it's no big deal. I already payed

for next year's schooling and am still way on top financially. I really don't have to

do anything except write and get ready for law school. What about you? You just 

graduated and you're still here."

She glared at me comically, "I got a few offers, I'm waiting for a writing agent to 

get back to me before I take one of the other ones." She had applied for a position

with a big time agent for writers in the city, she had said she had kicked ass and 

was just waiting for him to call back before saying yes. 

"How much longer are you going to have to wait?" I asked.

"I called him up, yesterday. He said he had one interview that had to be rescheduled

for today but unless that person was fantasctic,he would be offeringme the job. This 

person had rescheduled three times so he was pretty sure the interview was not going 

to go well."

	I nodded.

"So with any luck, I'll be handing in my two weeks on Monday."

I	 clapped. She reached over to poke my shoulder. 

	I watched as she continued to enter numbers into the computer. She was really 

attractive in that girl next door fashion. Very light skin, with touches of freckles 

on her nose, nicely shaped lips, healthy; not much in the breast department but great

breasts with that ass would have been too much. Those eyes put her over the top 

though, the way they changed color with clothing, lighting and sometimes mood. I 

wondered what color they would be in the middle of passion, maybe a dark green or a 

light blue even.

	I shook myself internally. I sat quietly for about ten minutes staring at the 

ceiling continuing to think about my situation with Sheila. The frustration was 

lessening slowly, I had felt it receding couple of days ago. I wasn't giving up on 

having her but I was much calmer about the whole thing now.

	I watched her stop typing for a second to lean her head forward and rub at 

the base f her neck. 

"I could do that if you want." 

She looked at me for a second before nodding. I stood up to stand behind her chair, I 

put my hands down about two inches from her neck and applied pressure. I understood 

her hesitation, most of the guys at the restaurant had talked about her and tried to 

score her (their words). I had given up on that before even making a first attempt. 

There's people you know you cannot compete with and I had not thought I would hold my

own considering normal female tastes, against the guys that worked there. I talked to 

her when I worked with her, but didn't make a point of it. Even though I complemented 

her and showed interest it wasn't intimidating; I guess because I never pushed the 

issue beyond saying she was attractive. I started to apply pressure to her between her

shoulder and neck and releasing it slowly. I started thinking about what had happened 

over the last month, working with my hands always allows me to think better. 

	I had made a mistake with Sheila, actually I had made many mistakes. I had 

played her game, and allowed Melisa to much slack after the major cards had been 

played. The confrontation had been interesting even if none of the women in the house 

had quite gotten over it yet. The full confession of everything Melisa had planned 

for me pissed me off to no end. After a lot of thought, it helped me understand her 

much better though. I hadn't put an end to any of it, especially since most of her

plans benefitted me and the rest had to do with keeping the people around me with me.

	I started rubbing the left side of Mary's neck. She leaned her head in the 

opposite direction to give me better access. I transfered my opposite hand over to use

both hands to deal with the tension in her neck. I kept switching using just 

fingerstips, to most of my fingers, to having my palm on her neck squeezing and 

carrying that squeeze up and off her neck. After a minute, she leaned her head the 

other way so that I could do the other side. The exact same switching was done to that

side; fingertips, to fingers, to using my entire hand to relax her neck. I moved my 

hands on each side of her and started to rub my palms against the ends of her 

shoulders, she started typing again. I worked on her shoulders and the upper part of 

her biceps and triceps. 

	I started planning the solution to my Sheila problem, knowing what my problem 

was didn't mean that I had found the answer to the original puzzle. I had allowed her 

to dictate but I didn't have a way to remove that power from her hands. I moved my 

hands to the base of her neck and traced my fingers to behind her earlobes, pressed 

in slightly and started to moving my fingers in small circles. I traced the back of 

her ear with applied pressure. I placed three fingers right where the cheekbone and 

ear almost touch and pushed her skin forward until I was on her temples. Moving in 

slow backwards circles, I alternated fingers, every few seconds I would run a finger 

across her forehead. I felt the chair bump into me as she flexed her shoulders after 

a few minutes. I moved back down to her shoulders, and down to the her upper back. 

She stood up all of a sudden and without looking at me turned the chair around so that

the back of it was no longer in my way. I stopped for a second considering. I let the 

thought go though. Well, I let go of the expectation anyway.

	I started working on her shoulders again, I was going to try for more but I 

was going to make sure she'd have to make several gutchecks before saying no. I worked

on her shoulders, her neck, upper arms and forearms. I knew she had been problems 

recently with Derik, her boyfriend. He had started to seriously apply pressure for a 

much larger committment. She was typing now, but I thought she was having a lot of 

problems concentrating because every now and then the keys would become silent and she

would take a deep breath before I could just make out the keys. It became a game, a 

small way to control the expectation at the possibillities inherent in the situation. 

	I had been practicing my backrubs on Melisa for a couple of months. I had 

graduated to not thinking of them as backrubs but minor massages. I had gotten much 

better at it with a partner always willing to be on the receiving end. I had gotten 

much better at a few things with a partner always willing to be on the receiving end. 

	Finally, I moved to her back starting between her shoulders I worked my 

fingers to her shoulderblades waiting for her to say something. The keys got silent 

again. I worked the upper part of her back for about five minutes before she moved 

again. She was wearing a light summer sweater because of the air conditioning. She 

reached down to pull the sweater over her head, leaving just her in a white t-shirt 

and her bra. I took a silent deep breath. It was a mistake. I had lowered my head to 

take that breath and noticed she was wearing light brown string pants. They are light 

summer pants that look like sweat pants but are really thin. The only thing that 

really holds them up are the string tied at the waist. I was in major trouble for a 

few seconds there. 

	Another quiet breath help. While I tried to regain control, I put my thumbs on

 opposite sides of her back and with pressure brought the tips in to contact at her 

spine. I started at the top and worked my way down. 

Mistake #2

	I had not thought where that would eventually end up. She leaned forward now, 

with her ass just at the edge of chair, her head resting on her forearms on the back 

of the chair. This would have been problematic simply because that ass in that 

position gave me an instant hardon, but I was having to lean forward at the waist, 

finally the easiest solution was to go down on one knee. This attention on that 

beautiful ass was what caused the problem. 

	Hmm, not really a problem but if she had not meant for it to go much further 

than a clothed massage, I might have thought about not doing what followed. I'm 

rubbing my thumbs from the outside of her back onto her spine working my way down

her back. I'm staring down at the way her ass looks just at the edge of the chair with

her leaning forward. I'm trying to make sure that while the decision for it to stop

is hard the decision is still hers. I'm trying so hard to focus on three things at 

the same time that I didn't see the fourth. The position had forced the t-shirt which 

was small (what the hell is it with female t-shirts that they're that short anyway)

to ride up about three inches up her back. The initial contact I barely noticed, it 

was the running my thumbs under pressure to her spine that caught me. At her spine, I 

switched techniques. I moved my thumbs back across the skin I had just traversed. 

	After that I moved my thumbs down, and did it again. 

Again. 

	I was just above her pants, and she leaned forward a little bit more exposing 

just a touch of skin where her waist was. I thought about whether she knew what she 

was doing. 

Probably better than I did. 

	I had been doing my motion inward with my thumbnails pointing toward her head.

II decided against this particular motion. She had made a small move, it was time for

me to reciprocate it. I turned my thumbs toward each other and move them down to her

the waist of her pants. Then I turned them so they pointed towards the floor, on the

turn I got my thumbpads touching the skin just beneath the waist of her pants. I 

moved them an inch towards her spine, and then back. Two inches toward her spine, and

then back. I did this until I made contact with her lower spine, I returned my fingers

to the outer part of her lower back, and then back to her spine. At her spine, I

started inching my way outwards. 

At this point, I dropped all internal pretenses internally of not trying to have her 

naked and beneath me. I started planning, still with no expectation, but planning 

every move after this one. I had several things going for me. Lots of practice, Melisa

and Sheryl had been more than happy to be massaged and even Rachel had gotten into the

act after the second joint paper. Secondly, a willingless to be patient. Thirdly, and

probably the best one in this situation a higher body temperature than women. People

don't understand there's an average temperature for people but there can be a lot 

of variation. I read that females run at a lower average temperature than males to 

begin with, and I run about 1.5 degrees warmer than that. A doctor had once told me

I would have problem producing active sperm because of this. Anyway, if I'm having a 

good day this puts me at about 2.5 degrees warmer than a female.

	It seems to make a significant difference. 

	I moved to the outside of her back still just underneath her pants, I kept 

going this time around the upper part of hips still underneath her pants. I moved 

around just to the front of her hips. I pulled by thumbs out, turned my hands so that 

my fingers were laying on her stomach and keeping them in contact with her skin I 

brought them around to her back. I had pulled up enough to be underneath her t-shirt 

about one-third of the way from her pants to her breasts. I started to work on the

middle of her back, fingertips to skin. 

	I slowed down the forward progress. I was getting excited and need to take it 

easy for awhile, the next move had to be hers or I'd lose the opportunity being made 

slowly available.

	What I wanted to do, was slide the chair out from under her, pull her pants 

down andtake her in one savage thrust that would send her spiraling into orgasm, 

instead I worked on up and down her backs with fingertips and palms, waiting.