The sounds she was making were incredibly distracting, and if nothing else, the massage she wanted to give him would put a stop to them before he did something stupid like slide his hands up her legs, or lift her foot to kiss it. Ideas like that weren't going to get him anything but an empty apartment after she'd fled, he was sure.
She didn't seem to pick up on the difference between giving your siblings a massage and giving one to someone you weren't related to, someone of the opposite sex. Someone who might just be a little bit in love with her. He almost felt guilty for abusing her innocence like this, but she kept saying she wanted to do something for him. He reasoned that it was only fair to give her the opportunity to, even if she didn't know just what and how much she'd be doing for him. It was a flimsy excuse, but it was enough to let him allow himself to take what she offered.
"I'm glad it does, that's kinda the point of a footrub," he joked and took his time in finishing with her foot. It was the only chance he'd get to touch her like this, and he wasn't going to waste it.
Soon, however, he couldn't draw it out much longer, and he lowered her foot back to the floor. "So..." he hesitated for a moment and sat up a bit straighter. His pulse was beating a staccato rhythm in his chest, and he firmly reminded himself that he hadn't been neither a teenager nor a blushing virgin for a very long time. In a quick, decisive move, he pulled off his shirt and looked at her expectantly. "Where do you want me?"
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She didn't seem to pick up on the difference between giving your siblings a massage and giving one to someone you weren't related to, someone of the opposite sex. Someone who might just be a little bit in love with her. He almost felt guilty for abusing her innocence like this, but she kept saying she wanted to do something for him. He reasoned that it was only fair to give her the opportunity to, even if she didn't know just what and how much she'd be doing for him. It was a flimsy excuse, but it was enough to let him allow himself to take what she offered.
"I'm glad it does, that's kinda the point of a footrub," he joked and took his time in finishing with her foot. It was the only chance he'd get to touch her like this, and he wasn't going to waste it.
Soon, however, he couldn't draw it out much longer, and he lowered her foot back to the floor. "So..." he hesitated for a moment and sat up a bit straighter. His pulse was beating a staccato rhythm in his chest, and he firmly reminded himself that he hadn't been neither a teenager nor a blushing virgin for a very long time. In a quick, decisive move, he pulled off his shirt and looked at her expectantly. "Where do you want me?"