My name is Dylan. I was hanging out at my good buddy Bill's house, and we were sitting on his couch, drinking a few beers. It was the usual hangout that we did from time to time, nothing unusual. I kept stretching my arm though, and complaining about the stiffness in my shoulder. Recently, I had gotten a new job, using computers all day. And maybe I'm guilty of not having the best posture, but my shoulder was really hurting me. Bill stood up to grab us each another beer.
"You know, back when I played football," he said, "I used to do a bit of sports medicine. You probably just have a tight shoulder muscle. I could work it out for you real quick, if you want." He sat back down next to me, handing me a beer. I cracked it open and began to sip on the cold beer, thinking over what Bill just said.
"You mean like a massage?" I asked, smiling, but looking a bit confused.
"Well, kind of," he said. "Not so much an actual massage, like for enjoyment, but a massage targeting your tight muscle, it could help you relax it." And he cracked his beer as well, sipping it, and looking me over.
"Oh, okay," I said. "I mean, if you think it will help."
"Yeah, trust me, I know what I'm doing, at least when it comes to tight muscles," he said, so confidently. "Here, lean forwards on the couch a bit, I'll have to get behind you."
"Okay," I said, scooting forward. I sipped my beer a bit nervously, and felt Bill scoot up behind me. He sort of folded his right leg over so that he could get a good position. I could feel his knee and part of his leg pressing up against me.
"I hope that doesn't bother you," he said from behind me, sipping his beer.
"Nope, not at all," I said back, calmly. Bill took another large gulp from his beer and set it down besides him. He scooted back, and his hands came down, one on each of my shoulders.
"Now, just try to relax." And I felt pressure, he pushed my shoulders down a bit. I didn't even realize how high up and tight I was holding them. He gripped them and began to apply a bit of pressure, rubbing gently.
"How's that?" he said softly behind me, giving me chills for some reason.
"Good so far," I said, laughing slightly. But it did feel amazing as he applied more pressure. He moved both of his hands to my left shoulder, and began to work there, slowly kneading the tight muscle.
"Mmmm," I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
"Oh yeah, I can feel the pressure here, definitely just a tight muscle," and he continued to rub my left shoulder gently.
"Yeah," was all I could think to say, just enjoying the feeling. His hands went back to one on each shoulder and he kept rubbing. I felt his hand on the side of my neck.
"Lean your neck to one side, I want to get the sides of you neck, it'll help with this," and he traced his finger down my neck, to my sore muscle, making me tingle.
"Oh, yeah..." I obeyed, tilting my head to the side. He expertly moved his hands up and down, rubbing, but rubbing gently, causing me to sigh in relief.
"That's good?" He asked, leaning in closely.
"Oh yeah," I answered back.
"Good," he said. And then he put his fingers on the other side of my neck. "And now, lean the other way, away from me." And I did, tilting my head, feeling his fingers on my neck. His fingers stopped rubbing for a second, and then I felt something else on the side of my neck, it was his lips! He very softly kissed the side of my neck. And then he raised his lips and kissed a bit lower, his wet lips just softly pressing to my neck.
