I'd lived across the hall from Melody for about a year. While we weren't exactly buddies, we got along well enough usually ending up together at some of the parties other neighbors had held and usually being each other's go to person for help if needed.
So, I wasn't surprised when she asked me to help her move some furniture saying it was easier to ask me than to ask her brother who liked to be a pain in the ass. Since I had no plans for that weekend I agreed.
I knocked on her door mid-morning Saturday and we promptly went to work. We carried several pieces of furniture out to the dumpsters before putting a few other pieces together and re-arranging everything to what she wanted.
This was a lot more work than I had imagined when I agreed to help her. I wasn't exactly in great shape, so all this heavy lifting was a bit tiring. Nonetheless, it gave me something to do besides binge watch Netflix and I was enjoying her company.
It was during all this work that I suddenly found myself attracted to her. I'm not sure how I never noticed it before. While she wasn't a striking beauty, she had a simple 'everyday girl' or 'girl next door' look that I was now discovering I quite liked. She had her brown hair partially pulled back, but ringlets kept falling out of the scrunch and framed her face in a way that looked quite endearing. While she was wearing slightly baggy clothes consisting of a white t-shirt and jeans, I could tell the body underneath them would be quite nice to look at.
Not wanting the situation to get awkward I kept all of this to myself as we continued to basically re-decorate her apartment. At one point I had to make myself look away as she was stocking her new bookcase. As she was stocking books on the top shelf her shirt had ridden up and I could see the bottom of her bareback. As my eyes went lower, I noticed a thin white stripe jutting above the waistband of her jeans. As I suddenly realized what I was seeing I felt a twitch inside my pants and quickly looked away hoping she wouldn't notice me looking at her. And even though the jeans weren't overly form fitting they still showed what had to be a nice ass underneath them.
At another point when we were taking a break and eating some sandwiches, she had made she smiled at me thanking me for everything I was helping her with. Boy was that smile gorgeous lighting up her whole face and giving me butterflies in my stomach. How had I never noticed this before?
I managed to get through the rest of what she wanted me to help her with without making a fool of myself despite feeling like a teen boy inside. All the manual labor had made me quite sore though. I was trying to stretch my shoulder and winced at the ache forming there and in my back.
She saw this and smiled at me and said, "I guess I worked you too hard today."
I tried to play it off not wanting to look like a wimp saying, "I'm ok. I'll go home and take a hot shower and take some Advil and I'll be fine."
"I could give you a massage. I used to be a massage therapist." she said.
To say I suddenly felt awkward would be a massive understatement. Here's this girl I suddenly realized I'm very attracted to offering to give me a massage. I was torn between not wanting our time together to end and wanting her hands on me to not wanting to make a fool out of myself and ruining what we had. The last thing I wanted was her to think I was some kind of pervert or predator.
"No don't worry about it I'll be okay." I told her.
She wasn't convinced though. "Oh, come on let me massage you. I promise you'll feel better." she said with a smile. Then as if she knew my resolve was fading, she added, "Please. It'll make me feel better too. I feel bad that I worked you so hard and you're hurting. I'd like to make it up to you."
Another sweet smile and the little resolve I had left completely dissolved and I agreed. She was giddy and said, "You'll love it I promise. Follow me."
I followed her into her bedroom where she told me, "Ok now take your shirt off and lie facedown on the bed." I must have had a nervous look because she then said, "What's the matter, scarred to strip for a girl?!"
I tried to hide my embarrassment at what she said and the twitch inside my shorts by saying, "Of course not." probably a little bolder than intended before taking my shirt off and laying down on the bed.
"Now just relax." she said as she began to rub my back. Her hands felt so good against my skin and with the aid of some muscle cream the aches and pains began to go away, and I began to relax.
"Does that feel good?" she asked as she continued to rub my achy muscles.
"Oh that's very nice." I told her. It wasn't long before I felt almost completely relaxed under her touch.
I say almost because in spite of the pain in my back going away and feeling pretty good it wasn't long before blood started running to my penis and making it hard. A day of being around this girl I suddenly found attractive and having her hands on me was more than my penis could take and it was making itself known and what I was afraid of was happening.
I was able to ignore the initial throbs from down below, but as she continued to massage me it began to get harder and with it pressing against the mattress only making it worse.
