The next few weeks flew by thanks to work, school, and job fairs. There wasn't much of a noticeable difference in Michelle and Sam's "relationship" except their ability to find excuses to be around each other. Michelle began to crave Sam's presence, and would go to almost any length to have it.
She had spent many, many nights reliving that morning in the privacy of her shower. Each time she reached another orgasm thanks to Sam, she realized how badly she needed to even the score. At the same time, she really didn't want to force anything along. The worst thing she could do is introduce a level of awkwardness to their relationship.
Thankfully, the opportunity arose all on its own one Thursday night. Michelle was walking back from a late lab when she received a text from Sam: "Please tell me you're still on campus..."
Michelle messaged him back to say that she was, and that she was heading back toward their offices.
Sam responded asking her to meet him at his office whenever she was done with what she needed to do. Michelle's body jumped to a new level of excitement as she finished her trek across campus. The building their offices were in was always empty by this time of night. They'd finally have some alone time together again.
Michelle dropped her stuff off and walked down the hall to knock on Sam's door. He had it cracked open so she let herself in. Sam was sitting at his desk listening to music and grading papers. Michelle snuck up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Sam about jumped 10 feet in the air. Michelle busted out laughing at Sam's extreme reaction as he remarked, "You scared the shit out of me!"
Michelle looked down at what Sam was grading. "Yuck, linked lists. How long have you been working on this?"
Sam commented that he'd been going at it for about two hours and he was ready to 'accidentally lose' the rest. Suddenly, a great idea came to Michelle...a way she could get him relaxed and they could both enjoy themselves.
"Why don't you sit back down and get comfortable?" she asked him. Sam gave her a quizzical look but went ahead and did was she said. Michelle turned around and flicked off the lights.
"What the hell?" Sam asked.
"No more grading, just relax," Michelle told him. As she bent over to turn off his monitor, she purposely pressed her breasts against his back. Sam exhaled a small sigh and let himself succumb to her directive.
Michelle stood behind Sam's chair and again placed her hands on his shoulders. Sam tensed up at first, but gradually began to relax as Michelle massaged the stress from his muscles.
Michelle had this secret when it came to giving massages. She believed in the transfer of energy through touch, so she liked to fantasize about the most sensual things she could think of. This made her release all of the thoughts that were holding her back from focusing only on the task at hand. And as a result, her body and hands moved to instincts that were far more primal than calculated.
With her eyes closed and her thoughts racing about all of the things she wanted to do to Sam, Michelle's hands began to dance back and forth between massaging Sam's shoulders and back to lightly running her nails over the same area and up through his hair. Sam began to let out soft moans of pleasure, and this helped Michelle get lost in the massage even more.
