Spring Break and Beyond
The time between breaks crawled by. My parents called just before Spring break mentioning they had something important to discuss with me when I came home. It wasn't life-threatening, but we needed to make some time to talk.
When I arrived home dad made a big speech. Apparently, the Carmichaels who had sold their house next door had an accident. Mr. Carmichael wasn't expected to live very long. That had gotten dad thinking about how short life can be. He had already discussed the plan with mom; she was all for it. They were going to sell the house, buy a townhouse or something smaller; he'd retire, they'd give me mom's car then start traveling and doing the things they've always wanted to do. They'd also pay off my college loans since the house was nearly paid for and had tripled in price since they bought it. I was happy about the loan thing, but I was wondering where I was going to live if they had no room for me. They looked at each other, and that's when the other shoe dropped. They had mentioned their plans to Marion a few weeks before. About a week later she came over to talk to them. She suggested that I work at the gym as a PT and masseuse, she'd pay me, provide insurance as she did with her other employees. Until I could find a place to live, I could stay with her. Sam was going on some pre-college internship thing all summer so Marion would be alone. I could stay in one of the two guest rooms.
My parents were delighted with the offer; I was shocked. I told them fine; I'd talk to Marion. I asked where they planned on moving to and they mentioned they had been looking more downtown so they wouldn't be too far away when they weren't traveling. They wanted to be sure I was okay with their plans, not that they would have altered them just for me. I told them of course I was. It's their life; they should be happy.
After their little revelation, I went up to my room and called Marion. She said she wanted to tell me, but she didn't want to ruin my parent's talk. I told her it was fine and we should get together to discuss the details. She purred, asking if we could do it in bed. I laughed, telling her I'd love it.
I got a text from Sam welcoming me back. She wanted to know when I'd be available to talk. I told her I'd just arrived so, after the jet lag thing I'd be available. We made a date to work out the following day. She said we could talk, work out, and if I felt like it, I could give her another massage. I laughed and asked if she were sure and she replied, yes. She'd gotten over the shock, and it did make her feel great afterward. We set the time for late in the day, that way she could close up the gym to let the regular closer go to her son's baseball game. She'd pick me up at home just after seven.
The next day I slept later than usual. The changes my parents told me about didn't affect me as much as the previous bits of drama with Marion and Sam. I spent most of the day boxing up my things into two categories, keep and toss. After dinner, Sam walked over to get me for our gym 'date' and massage. She greeted me with a hug telling me she'd wanted to talk to me, but emails and texts weren't her thing. I told her it was fine, I'd be around all week. I brought the oils along with water and my gym bag putting them in her car. We drove to the gym catching up on my school work along with her bikini competition thing. When we arrived the place was practically deserted, two ladies were gabbing on the treadmills, walking extremely slow, and the regular closer was reading a book. We said our hellos and let the lady leave for her son's game waiting until the gossipers left. Sam shut and locked the door. We did modified workouts so we wouldn't be there too late. Sam turned off most of the lights then we went to the massage room. Sam stripped down as I laid a towel on the massage table top so it would be a bit more comfy for her.
We went through the routine, her on her tummy, me working from foot to head using the eucalyptus oil. When I had finished her backside, she flipped over so I could start the front side routine only this time not getting close to her groin. When I skipped that part, she noticed sitting up on her elbows. That's when she started the serious talk.
"Casey, I've done a lot of thinking since you massaged me last."
I stopped working, listening to her, "Oh? What about?"
"To be honest, the way you touched me 'down there.'"
"Sam, I'm still sorry. I didn't know it was going to affect you that way."
"Oh, no. I hate to admit it, but it did feel terrific. I don't know if you could tell or not, but I had this anxious feeling down there until I showered."
With that, her face turned the cutest pink. I figured she'd masturbated after I left. Now she was practically confessing to me in the most polite way she could think of.
"So, you masturbated after I left in the shower, Sam?"
She looked down, embarrassed to admit it, "I did Casey. Don't think I'm a pervert or anything, please."
"Sam, it's perfectly natural to do that. I do it on occasion also. Don't worry about it."
