A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for your patience! I didn't forget about this series, don't worry. I had the first two chapters pretty much planned out in my head before I even started writing. Chapters from here on out will be a bit slower to release, and for now I'd rather not set a strict schedule so this feels less like an obligation and more like something I enjoy doing. I'll do my best not to drop off the face of the planet with this one, although there's no set ending for now so we'll just see how it goes.
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Life was good. It was great, even. Somehow, little old geeky me, a skinny IT nerd with no fashion sense, had landed a date with a smoking hot goth woman and hadn't messed it up completely. Now, a month later, Eve and I were still going steady. We went on another casual date, just bowling this time, and I started to spend more time at her place. She came to my apartment a few times, but honestly the townhouse she shared with her friend Nala was much nicer. For one thing, it was bigger than mine, with a generous kitchen and a living area that allowed for more space than a desk with a chair. For another, the soundproofing was much better. I never heard the neighbors through the walls, and so far Nala hadn't complained about any noises that Eve and I happened to make.
That's not to say that life was constant bliss, however. It's just that Eve was the absolute highlight of every day I got to spend with her, which was most days. Work was still a drag, both mine as on-campus IT support and Eve's as a paralegal. As a way to relax, and sometimes get each other in the mood, we started giving each other massages in the evening.
"Oof, right there. That's it," Eve groaned in bliss. I had just had her flip onto her stomach so I could work on her back, which is where she was most tense. There were a few knots in her shoulders, and her forearms would get sore from typing sometimes, but her lower back is where she really needed work. It's not that her chest weighed her down, she wasn't the stereotypical "big tiddy goth gf". Instead, her glutes were glorious and massive - and that amount of muscle does pull on your body, even if you're not intentionally flexing. The muscles above her posterior would get particularly tight, strung like a guitar string after a long day of sitting with - what I imagined - perfect posture.
"Just take a deep breath. Let me work this out for you," I responded. Rather than digging my thumbs in - which would tire my hands out more - I pointed my fingers outward and used the heel of my hand to push harder on the sore muscles. Eve started breathing deeply, and as I worked I admired the movement of her body rising and falling with each breath.
Eve's round ass stuck out like a mountain above the plains of her upper body, a sharp cliff that curved into a smooth peak. From there, it gently curved down to the highland slopes that were her thighs, massive pillars that supported the flare of her extra-wide hips. At her knees, her thighs and calves met at a small depression before the gentle swell of her calves started, then kept going, all the way down to her soft feet and painted nails.
Eve's back was almost as interesting, but for much different reasons. While not lean and muscular like her roommate, Eve's back was knotted enough that I could visibly see where her tension laid. Her shoulders, normally soft and round, had been slightly hunched in a shrug before I had coaxed them back down, and her lower back where I currently worked had a furrow along the spine between the muscles that flanked it. It was a tapestry of stress, one that I intended to obliterate, one squeeze of my hands at a time.
The entire effect was enhanced by the oil that I was using to assist the massage. It allowed my hands to glide over Eve's soft, smooth skin, and the hint of lavender gave it a soothing scent. Her skin glistened almost pornographically, and it made me want to stop using my hands and just start using my face and mouth to please her. That would defeat the purpose of the relaxing experience though, so I held myself back - barely.
I slowly adjusted her lower back muscles to a calmer state, then grabbed the oil bottle as I moved lower down. I skipped Eve's ass and legs entirely, moving to her feet so I could work upward. I always did enjoy saving the best for last, and tonight was no exception.
"Mmm, that's nice," Eve said as my thumbs pressed into her sole. "Just like that, be careful that you don't ti- Aaah!" she exclaimed, jerking her foot away momentarily. "Dang it, Alex!" Eve giggled.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make that tickle," I said sheepishly as I pulled Eve's foot back toward me.
"I know, I know. I was just so relaxed and then I got startled," Eve said with a huff.
"I'll just have to be more careful," I responded as I resumed working on her foot. The rest of that foot and the other went perfectly without any more tickle mishaps, and soon I was working on her calves. I did one at a time, using both hands to spread the oil and rub it into Eve's skin. I slowly kneaded the muscles, which weren't tense but still made her sigh in bliss as I worked on them.
"I really got the good end of the relationship," Eve murmured into the pillow. "You seriously spoil me, I don't know what I did to deserve this."
"
I
spoil
you
?" I asked incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Besides making me feel better physically than I ever have before, you got me that upgrade for my old gaming PC." It was true, just last week Eve had purchased a new graphics card to upgrade my desktop. It wasn't a top of the line model, but with the way GPU prices were going these days, it was an insane gift for a relationship that was less than a month old at the time.
"Yeah, but you also cook so well, and you treat me like a goddess every time you get your hands on me." Eve said. I started working on her thighs as she spoke, causing her to bury her face in the pillow again. "Oh god, just like that. This is what I was talking about," she moaned with pleasure.
I gently squeezed one thigh with both hands, clenching my fingers one by one to work my way up, then back down. I did this back and forth, slowly rotating from the outside of her leg to her inside, pausing an inch below her ass cheek each time. Then, once I had covered the entirety of one captivatingly thick thigh, I repeated the process on the other, spreading a fresh squeeze of oil on her as I did so.
Then, I got my hands on the best part. Eve's ass, glorious and round, soft to the touch yet firm once you pressed your hands - or face - into it, gravity-defying and magnetic, was definitely a big part of her physical draw. I could spend an hour massaging Eve's booty alone - but I knew I didn't have that kind of time, and she probably didn't want to be pawed at for quite that long. So instead, I poured a generous drizzle of oil across her ass - definitely more than it needed, I admitted - and slathered it across her cheeks.
"Hey, that feels like it's a bit excessive," Eve said, lifting her head up.
"Well, uhh..." I stammered, "There's just a lot of surface area, y'know."
"Yes, I know," Eve giggled. "I also know that you're incorrigible." Her actions told a different story, as she wiggled her hips back and forth to make her cheeks wobble and jiggle. "Don't have too much fun."
