Chapter Twelve
Jet
I checked my phone, and realized that I didn't have a whole lot of time before Natalie was going to arrive. I couldn't be more excited to see the girl, in more than one way, and for more than one reason. That gorgeous redhead was coming over today to give me the massage she promised me. I couldn't even explain what that did to my mindset. My dreams the night before had been porn-filled, with images of Natalie with her hands on my body. I couldn't help it, and no other guy would blame me.
I needed to take a shower before the beauty showed up at my door. I wanted to be squeaky clean for her. She was massaging me, after all, and didn't want to be touching some sweaty, smelly guy. I grabbed my boxer briefs and a towel, and headed to the shower. I adjusted the water temperature, and waited until it grew hot. My clothes dropped to the floor, and I jumped into the shower. I rinsed off, letting the water drill into my back like hot acupuncture. I had been taking baths almost exclusively, and they had helped a little, but I had some healing to do, for sure. I put shampoo in my hand and lathered up my hair. I rinsed it quickly, and grabbed the bar of soap to wash my body. I didn't stay in the shower long; I just wanted a quick clean, to be nice and fresh.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. The towel felt nice against my coarse skin. I felt great, and I was about to feel even better. I pulled a beer from the fridge, and sat down on the couch and took a pull from it. I had to admit, I was a little nervous to have Natalie so close to me again, and she would be sober.
There was a knock at the door, and I quickly headed over to open it. There was a vision at my door, and I was almost rendered speechless ... almost.
“Hey, I was just having a beer in preparation for you.”
“Can I have one, too?”
I liked that, so I smiled. I let her in the apartment, and she headed straight for the couch. I went back to the fridge and grabbed her a beer, taking the cap off of it. She took it from my hand when I ventured into the living room.
She took a slow drink from the bottle, watching me carefully. I had never wished to be the bottle more in my life. She was gorgeous, and she was even more gorgeous when she was drinking that beer.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
I chuckled. “I'm thinking you should drink beer more often.”
She smiled; actually, she glowed. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yes, that's definitely the truth. You are so sexy drinking that beer.”
“Oh, you're just playing with me. I don't think I've been sexy a day in my life.”
“You would be surprised, Natalie.”
She took another pull on the beer, and I started to think I wanted my massage.
“So where should we do this?”
“Your bed should work just fine.”
Wow, that's all it took for my heart to beat tough. My bed would definitely do just fine. I grabbed my beer. “Let's go, then.”
“Okay, sounds good.” She got up with her beer as well, and followed me to my bedroom. She sat on my bed, and I started to undress. I took off my shirt as well as my undershirt, and then I took off my pants. She gasped as I did so, a shocked look on her face. I kept going, mainly because I wanted to see what she was going to say. I dropped my drawers and stood before her, naked as a jaybird.
“Jet, you don't need to be completely naked to have your back massaged,” she laughed, but she did it nervously.
I knew exactly what I was doing, and I didn't care, but I was willing to play stupid if I had to. “Oh, really? I could have sworn this was what people did when they got a massage.”
“Yeah, I bet you did. You're ridiculous.”
I smiled, grabbed a towel, and laid it down on my bed. I lay down on the towel, face down, and tried to relax. I almost laughed when she grabbed the other pillows on my bed, and put one on my butt, and the other two on the sides of my legs, to hide my nakedness. She never allowed me to get away with anything. I thought I had tricked her until she came back with the pillows. She straddled me, though it must have been difficult with all those pillows. She started kneading into my shoulders, slowly at first, and then a little faster and harder. She definitely knew what she was doing. I could feel the tension leaving my body almost instantly. When she got to my lower back where the injury was, she was gentle, making sure that she didn't hurt me, but she applied enough pressure that I thought I just might have a great night’s sleep.
“It feels amazing, Natalie. How long have you been doing this?”
“Geez, I don't know. Maybe since I was 15. Not too long, but long enough to learn good technique. My mom is very good, though―one of the best in the city. She's practically a miracle worker when it comes to removing pain from the body.”
“She must love it, then. I'm sure glad she taught you how to massage, because this is fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
She worked on my back for 45 minutes. I couldn't believe her hands didn't get sore. She kneaded and rubbed and stretched my muscles. She would rub my muscles, and then she would slowly just touch my back gently. I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more, the soft touching, or the hard rubbing. I felt like melted butter when she was all done with me.
“There ya go. All done here. You should be feeling much better now.”
“God, Natalie, I feel amazing. Thank you; that really helped.”
“I'm glad. I think it was just a tight muscle, no real injury. You probably won't have a lot of pain. Just the soreness now from the healing.”
“Maybe you are a miracle worker, too.”
“Ha ha, that's sweet.”
She got up and slid off the bed. I pushed the pillows off, and I began to get off the bed as well.
“Stop!” she yelled. I stopped immediately, as she took me completely off guard, and I wasn't sure what to expect, or why she was telling me to stop.
“I gotta go. But you can meet me at my place Thursday night at 6:00 p.m., and we'll go to that wine tasting, okay?”
That was all she said to me before she left. All I heard was the bedroom door open and close, and then nothing. It was like she just disappeared as I lay in my bed, confused as all hell. Was I losing my touch or what? I couldn't believe she hadn't been tempted to sleep with me again after I displayed my supreme nakedness for her. I rolled over in my bed and stared at the ceiling, beyond perplexed. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this girl―she was continuously throwing me for a loop. What exactly did she want?
I started to sit up as Kyle burst through the door, scaring the shit out of me. I grabbed a pillow and covered myself up with it.
“What the hell are you doing, Kyle? What do you want? I think you really need to start knocking before you storm into my room.”
Kyle laughed. “Naw, man, I just wanted to see what it looked like to see a man who was just turned down.”
I threw a pillow at him as he ran out the door, laughing. I was going to kill him.