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Kyle gently helped remove her clothes, and she held her tongue rather than point out she could’ve done it faster without help. He was trying to be nice, and there was something endearing about the way he so reverently treated her body and clothing. When she was naked, he lifted her onto the table, even though she could’ve easily hopped up on her own.
Being four foot ten inches tall, she tended to get touchy about people picking her up like a child, but when Kyle did it, he did it with such devotion and respect, she didn’t feel the least bit irritated.
Marcus had looked through the music on her onboard hard drive while she drove, and she closed her eyes now as the haunting notes of Dead Can Dance came through surround-sound speakers. She marveled that he’d been able to look through her 5-gig collection and find the music most likely to help her chill out and enjoy something through her senses.
Kyle had directed her onto her stomach with her face in the cradle, and she took stock of what she should be feeling but wasn’t — she was lying on flannel sheets. Had Marcus used them in the hopes of giving her more sensory input? If so, he didn’t understand how far along the spectrum she fell.
However, if this was to work, she needed to stop thinking and justbe, so she took a deep breath and focused on the music.
Marcus pulled a stool near her head and worked his skilled fingers at the top of her scalp while Kyle’s talented hands pressed into her right shoulder. It’d taken her a while to assure Kyle she’d only feel adeeptissue massage, and once he was certain he couldn’t hurt her, he’d probed into the muscles and nerves enough she felt it.
Most people who haven’t been through massage school are too hesitant, but Kyle seemed to know what he was doing. Of course, he’d learned where all the muscles and nerves are in med school, so he knows more than the average person. Plus, he has the strongest hands — shelovedhis hands.
Meanwhile, Marcus was giving attention to the pressure points on her head, but wasn’t massaging her scalp. She wasn’t sure she could have enjoyed both men massaging different parts of her body at once, but Marcus was just holding pressure on points that apparently needed some attention, while Kyle massaged. By the time Kyle worked his way to her feet, Marcus had worked his way down to her shoulders — but was still just finding a place with tension and holding pressure until it dissipated. When Kyle finished with her feet, Marcus walked to her side and held the sheet up so she could turn over without him seeing her body, and the sheet floated back over her once she was on her back.
Heather was in a dreamy, relaxed state despite her unease about what might happen next. She closed her eyes and drifted back into nirvana as they each took a shoulder and worked in tandem down her arm. They were almost perfectly in sync, and Heather opened her eyes to watch them. They were glancing at each other occasionally, but mostly they were paying attention to the arm in their hand.
“The two of you’ve done this before.”
Her voice sounded sleepy and dreamy, and she almost didn’t recognize it. It made her realize she was completely relaxed with them, and that the double input was working for her. She’d always enjoyed being massaged when the therapist went deep, but with two people working on her at once, it was more intense. More interesting. Justmore.
The guys didn’t respond to her statement, but that was okay. Her eyes closed again and she floated in bliss. When they finished her arms, Marcus moved back to her head and found pressure points on her forehead she hadn’t known existed, while Kyle moved the sheet to bare her left breast. She tensed and he covered it back up, kissed her cheek, and spoke softly into her ear. “Marcus has seen breasts before. If you don’t want me to uncover you I won’t, but it’s okay with me if he sees you.”
He was right, of course, and her small breasts weren’t all that special anyway. If it weren’t for her oh-so-prominent nipples, she’d never even bother with the A cup bras she bought. She reached up with her right hand and pulled the sheet down so both breasts were bared, and she gave a little twirl with her hand as if to saycontinue.
Kyle calmly arranged the sheet below both breasts and began working on the muscles of her left chest. He could work on her chest muscles without having to skirt around her breasts too much, and she appreciated that he wasn’t trying for anything sexual but was merely giving her a deep tissue massage.
When he finished with her torso, he pulled the sheet back up, and she felt Marcus moving to her right side as Kyle walked around to her left. They both lifted the sheet at her knees and placed their side of the sheet between her legs, so she was bare from her hips down but her genitals were covered by the sheet.
Warm, strong hands grasped her feet and held for a few seconds before starting — a firm but gentle touch that quickly morphed into something deeper. She didn’t know how they were doing it, but they each focused on the same muscle in her foot and then calf at the same time, moving up her legs to the next muscle together.
Heather zoned out as they worked, enjoying the sensations and sinking deeper and deeper into relaxed bliss. By the time they reached the top of her thighs, she was an overcooked noodle. It was quite possibly the best massage she’d ever received, and she’d been massaged all her life as part of her sensory therapy.
Kyle stayed with her, his hands brushing long strokes down each leg, and once he finally drew everything to a stop, she opened her eyes when something was placed on her stomach over the top of the sheet.
She saw a clear plastic zip-lock bag full of clothespins, and she looked up to Marcus for an explanation.
Chapter 5
“I’d like to give you some different sensations now,” Marcus said. “An experiment. If you’re good with it, I’ll start with your arms.”
“Sure, I guess.” He was supposed to know what he was doing, and he’d been right about the massage.
“There’s no guessing here. I need to hear ayesor ano.” He pulled a clothespin out of the bag, squeezed it open, and let it close. It looked like a fancy, industrial one, not the plain wooden kind.
“Can I put clothespins on you, starting with your arms?” Marcus asked, his eyes serious. “You can tell me to stop at any time, but I need a verbal ‘yes, please put clothespins on me,’ before I’ll start.”
Oh, what the hell. Why not. She closed her eyes again and said, “Yes. Please put clothespins on me.”
Kyle pulled side platforms out from under the table, and the men gently settled her arms on them at a ninety-degree angle to her body.
Marcus grasped some skin just above her elbow on the inside of one arm, pulling it up and away from her body with strong fingers. Heather saw and felt the clothespin go on, but didn’t react. It didn’t hurt, but she could feel the pressure and pinching.
He paused only a microsecond before he gathered more skin and put another clothespin on. And then another. And another. He lined them up pretty, so it pulled her skin up in a line, almost like a seam. It didn’t hurt, but shefeltthem.
Marcus moved to her other side and repeated the process, and she relaxed into the sensations. She could feel her heartbeat in her arms, and felt more warmth. And pressure.
As a child, she’d been taught that feeling her pulse somewhere specific meant possible danger, but she trusted this wasn’t causing damage, and shelikedthe way it felt.
