Disclaimer: A bit mild in comparison to previous sex-capades, but better posted late than never.

During my early college years, I was drowning in bills/student loans so my roommate (we’ll call her Kat) suggested I enroll in massage therapy school with her and become a certified masseuse. My waitressing job had recently cut my hours and enrollment fees were relatively cheap, so I signed up. We attended massage therapy school after our regular classes and between shifts. However, the biggest problem was finding willing participants to get our 300 hours in. Kat’s boyfriend (we’ll call him Paul) was living with us so he became our volunteer. Paul had no complaints - free massages from two beautiful women, who would say no? During our first couple weeks of massage therapy school, I noticed when I practiced on Paul, he got turned on every time I massaged his arms, particularly his forearms. I ignored it for the most part but by the third massage, I was curious to see what was hiding in there.

One night, I came home from class and planned on taking a short nap before hitting the books. Paul came home shortly after, exhausted from his mechanic job. I caught him rubbing his shoulder and asked if he was okay. He said he might have pulled something while doing a motor swap. Kat was working the graveyard shift that night, so I offered to give him a quick massage before I started studying. Paul took a quick shower and jumped on our massage table wearing nothing but a towel. I started massaging his neck, then moved on to his aching shoulder. Paul winced a bit so I tried another technique. He was still in pain, so I moved to massage his forearm. It wasn’t even a minute into massaging his forearm when I saw the bulge under his towel grow. Paul let out a slight moan and said: “After a long day of work, that feels fuckin’ amazing”. I smiled and quickly moved on to massage his hand. “Could you go back to my forearm? That felt nice”. Paul asked, flexing his arm. I awkwardly nodded and moved my hands back to his forearm. His fingers caressed the back of my elbow and Paul pulled me closer. “You do a much better job than Kat”, he said as he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled away, but Paul was relentless. “Oh I’m sorry, that wasn’t you staring at my cock?” I backed away from Paul. “Stop it, Kat’ll be home soon.” “Well, you’d better help me get rid of this fast.” He yanked his towel off, showing me his gorgeous dick. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I had to be smart about this: getting sexually involved with my roommate’s boyfriend meant I’d be out of a place to live if she ever found out. I racked my brain for another solution. “Handjob or nothing”, I said, finally. He nodded as I reached for the lotion.

I watched Paul slather lotion on his hard member. He held out his hands and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “Like this, start at the base, and go slowly”, Paul said as he moved his hands with mine; it felt like I was watching “Ghost”. I slid my fingers up and down just as he told me. His entire body tensed up, but he looked like he was in heaven. “You gotta relax”, I said quietly. “Got it”, Paul’s hand slid behind me, between my thighs and rubbed my pussy through my jean shorts. “No, this wasn’t part of the deal.” I shifted my hips away. “Trust me, this will help.” His fingers slipped under my shorts, under my panties and found the honey pot. I gasped out loud. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, licking his lips. His lightning-quick fingers found my clit as I stroked him harder and faster. I couldn’t lose focus, but damn he was good with his hands; I’d expect nothing less from a mechanic. I kept stroking him until he finally let out a loud groan, and a huge load of hot cum erupted, oozing over both my hands. I was pretty impressed with the size of his load. As I wiped my hands on a paper towel, I said: “This stays between you and I.” “You bet”, Paul said, licking his wet fingers.

After graduation, Kat broke up with Paul (for a number of reasons), but she never found out about our secret. I, on the other hand, decided not to pursue a career in massage therapy and took a different career path. Not gonna lie, I always wondered would could have been if I did become a professional masseuse. Maybe Paul would have been my first client?