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Just Friends :)

Though it sounds silly, I get excited driving to Michael's house. 
I can't help but think about how much fun we have as I turn onto 
his street, eager to give him the book I've been working on. I 
can't say the plot is really something to brag about, but he 
enjoyed reading it, so I'm happy to give him a hand-bound copy. 
As I pull up, I see him standing outside with his brothers and 
their friends. As if my arrival is their cue, they quickly jump 
into their respective cars and pull away before I can even say 
hello.

Confused, I walk up to Michael and hand him the wrapped book.

"Where are your brothers going?" I ask.

"I told them to leave," he says, laughing.

I laugh as well. "Why'd you do that? Now they're going to think 
stuff and you know what I mean by STUFF!"

"Would that be so bad?" he answers, half-joking. "Want to go 
inside?"

"Sure," I answer.

I knew his parents had gone on vacation, so his brothers leaving 
meant an empty house. I could feel the tension between us. We had 
always been flirty with each other, but nothing had gone beyond 
joking around. We go up to his room to watch a DVD I had brought 
of a play I was in. Michael wasn't able to make the performance, 
so he asked me to bring the DVD so he could see it.

He starts the disk, and we sit on his bed to watch it. I can feel 
the heat radiating off of him. I'm trying to joke around, 
critiquing my performance, even making half-hearted catty remarks 
about some of the other performers. Michael reaches over and 
begins to tickle me. I fall back onto the bed, giggling as his 
fingertips tickle me beneath my brown tank top. I can feel his 
eyes looking at my abs as I squirm beneath his touch. I also know 
he's looking at my blue thong that has ridden above the waistband 
of my khaki shorts.

I push him off, jokingly telling him to behave. Michael listens, 
and we continue watching the disk. He knows he can get away with 
touching me if he gives me a back massage, so he reaches back 
under my shirt to work my lower back. I try not to moan- his 
massages are amazingly good, and secretly, make me want to drop 
my panties every time- and again tease him about behaving. The 
performance ends, and he convinces me to lay down on my stomach 
for a massage. I guess turning and cracking my back didn't 
support my argument that I didn't need one.

I'm only half unwilling to lay down. He pushes up my tank top and 
undoes the clasp on my bra. Seeing the slightly surprised look on 
my face, Michael explains, "You'll be more comfortable if your 
strap isn't in the way."

Despite the voice in my head saying "don't do it!," I lay down 
and enjoy his hands rubbing on my back. He grabs a bottle of 
lotion from beside the bed, and I tease him, "Eeehhh, is that the 
special lotion? I bet I know what you use that for!" He laughs.

"Doesn't matter what else it's used for, as long as it works 
now."

I can feel his fingers begin to work my muscles. Sighing, I relax 
under his touch. It allows Michael to get rougher, getting into 
the deeper tissue of my back.

"MMMmmmmmmm..." I groan wildly as he pushes the stress out of me. 
The longer he works, the more I feel the heat rushing through my 
body. I feel myself fidgeting and squirming on the bed. Biting my 
lip, I feel Michael's hands slide underneath the waistband of my 
shorts.

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-shanice

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