It began with a massage.

A small request, and a quick response.Nothing complicated.

But he and June knew where this was going. Her sudden short breaths and dilated pupils revealed that much.

They'd been lying side by side on a neatly laid bed - coloured sheets on hard stuff.

For the heck of it, it was king-size.

He turned like an anxious reptile and came to be astride June. Then he gently slid her silk gown to her hips. The gown had been the only thing she had on; covering the vital parts, but uncovering the parts that led to them.It would be their first time with each other. To put it moderately, their first vacation together in the clouds.

But they weren't always this chum - this bonded - this kosher.

He had made his way back.

And as he ran his right thumb up her spine, that was the thought that pervaded her mind.

They'd met in a bus on a sunny, dusty day. Not the kind that advocated for any kind of romance.

And, yet, it had been love at first right. Meaning the express right to say something and prove with his first words that he wasn't either an asshole or a clueless numbskull.

But the moment they broke the silence with a few complimentary words, what followed, to mix metaphors, was a different ball park.

She liked his calm, sensual voice; he liked her sweet chatter.

And if anyone asked the gods in that instant, they would hear a reply in Avril Lavigne's sonorous harmony: he was a boy, she was a girl; can I make it any more obvious.

The first time he called her on the phone, he opted for the traditional route and formally asked her to be his girlfriend.It was a no-brainer.

She said yes.

And the next time he saw her, he kissed her at hello; then he said, "I love you like a love song."

So, as his hands worked her back on the king-size bed; sparks coursing through her body, she escaped with that first kiss. The even strokes with the palms of his hands and thumbs made her moan. He liked the sound.

Of course he aimed to impress.

Then from her shoulder blades, he ran circular, pressure motions down to her ribs. He pretended not to have noticed gliding over her side boobs.June held her breath when that happened, and later slowly exhaled. Her body temperature was rising; and her nerves were running amok. Now she was wanting him in ways people only ask in whispers.

However, her dilettante masseur pretended not to notice. And went ahead to turn it up a notch.

He slid further south until his crotch was on her bum, but feigned to have no interest beyond her lower back where his hands were actively massaging.

But now his member was coming awake, joining the party. She felt the rock pressed against her body, and a moistness between her thighs.It was unbelievable.

A fortnight ago she hated him. Now she was dying to make love to him.

The hate had come like an unwelcome lightning on a warm summer afternoon. It was two weeks after he asked her to be his girlfriend. An errant curiousity drove her to look through his phone. She found proof of another relationship.

He denied it.June denied him continuity.

That night she cried for what could have been. She cried for her daydreams, and her hopes that just collapsed like a house of cards.

He came back begging, and begging, and begging.

But she had come to loathe his words - his voice - and his face. For a few weeks.

Only a few weeks.June was soon missing him again. Her friends tried to tell her he was nothing but some trifling, good-for-nothing g-string hunter. Somehow, she dared to believe that was not true - even if it actually was.

Then she took ill.

Then he heard.

And then he hurried to her side.

She was again reminded of the chemistry that had slipped out through her phalanges.

June missed him.

No one had his words or voice or face. He was a devil in white. Just his mien seduced her to give it another go.

No one would understand - not the least her friends.And how could they? They were not the one on this king-size bed with him. They were not the one whose thoughts had just been interrupted as he glided into her wetness from the rear. She exhaled with a long, low octave that even bats could hear.Now his hands were rubbing her shoulders, soothing her tension, while he rocked her perfectly arched behind. The pleasure charged up her body that she reached both sides of the bed and clenched as hard as she could.

Every cry of pleasure satisfied him. Of course he aimed to impress.

He maintained a rhythm for finesse.

Then between her growing moans, June let out a quiet plea to smack her bum gently. If he was going to ride her, he could as well be a proper Southern cowboy.

When June would later tell her friends about their reunion, she would skip many episodes. These episodes would be her getaway place anytime she wanted to relax alone; and possibly just smile like a fool.

They would help her remember she is loved like a love song.

And whenever her friends asked her how the comeback happened.

June always smiled coyly and said, "It began with a massage."


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