A Benign Something

"Where's your hand?" I chuckled.

"Here," she replied, rather bemused and holding it up.

I reached up and took it in mine. "Gimme that," I snorted and pulled it down across my torso, letting it come to rest on my lower breast, my hand atop hers. Then I pulled my chin in and gave the tips of her fingers a quick kiss.

As time pushed on, in the course of getting comfortable, I let the hand I held atop hers drift away alongside my body. She kept hers in place, and soon Gayle was cautiously stroking my breast, cupping it in her hand and wrapping her fingers around it.

By the time the movie ended, the hesitancy in her hand was no longer present, and Gayle was openly groping my breast, gently rubbing her hand around and occasionally giving it a soft squeeze. As the video rewound in the VCR, I closed my eyes and rolled slightly more toward her, affording her easier freedom of movement with her hand and silently giving approval to her pleasant ministrations.

I soon felt her hand slowly move to the valley between my breasts, where her fingers plucked at the buttons. She carefully loosened one, and then, in a very tender voice, asked if it was ok for her to do so. With my eyes still closed, I smiled and nodded.

Her fingers slowly loosened one, then two, and finally the top three buttons of my blouse. She parted the front of my shirt, revealing the bare skin above my breasts, and then laid her hand flat against it, taking up a smooth motion, gliding it over my skin.

"That's nice," I whispered, and then carefully rolled onto my side again, while Gayle continued to slide her hand inside my open blouse. I propped my head up onto my elbow, and we continued watching television, though I'm sure her thoughts, as mine, were concentrating on the intimate physical contact we were making.

When Gayle's hand moved further down my chest and cupped my breast again, I let my eyes slowly drift shut, enjoying the warmth of her gentle touch. Then I pulled my hand out from under my head, letting it rest down onto the pillow.

I'm not sure how long we lay like this, as my mind began to wander and drift, losing all sense of time and place. I felt her hand move to the top of my bra, and her thumb carefully eased itself under the fabric. My breathing came more deeply, and when her thumb brushed against my nipple, a tingle shot up my spine and my body shivered.

"Sorry," she chuckled.

"S'ok," I replied with an easy giggle.

After a short time, Gayle's hand became more emboldened, and her thumb inside my bra gently pinched my erect nipple against her finger on the outside. My eyes drifted closed once more, and my jaw slowly dropped, and what had started as subtle caressing, evolved to become conspicuous stimulation.

I lay back against her, resting one hand on my stomach, and sighed, as her slender fingers manipulated my breast.

Suddenly from outside, I heard a car door close, followed by that of another. My eyes shot open, and I quickly sat up and scooted away from Gayle, as my hands frantically fumbled to close my blouse.

It was nearly ten-thirty, and Rachel was home from work, and by the sounds of it, probably had Kate with her.

When the last button was closed, I reached up to straighten my hair. I glanced at Gayle, giving her a sheepish expression, but she only smiled and slowly shook her head.

The front door opened, and Rachel poked her head inside. When she saw Gayle and I, she stepped in and grinned. Kate was right behind her.

"Thought that was your car," she said, as she unzipped her coat.

As Kate maneuvered around, she unzipped her coat, as well, and gave a somewhat startled expression, when she saw Gayle. I blushed, hoping it wasn't obvious she and I had only a minute before been intimate. For her part, though, Gayle's only reaction was to rest her head against her elbow, brushing the hair from her eyes, and give a quick little wave to Rachel and Kate.

"Hey," she chirped to the two young women.

Rachel slowly walked closer to the sofa, looking back at her girlfriend with a grin.

"We're just gonna go upstairs and hang out," she mumbled, giving me a look of what could only be mild amusement.

My head jittered up and down, as I cleared my throat and rubbed my knees.

"Ok," replied.

Then Rachel seemed to smirk and turned, bounding up the steps with Kate right behind. The latter gave us another friendly wave, and Gayle and I did the same in reply. When Rachel's door was closed, I turned my eyes to Gayle, and her head lolled around to me.

"Sorry," I muttered softly.

Gayle rolled her eyes and chuckled, replying, "No problem."

We sat next to each other for a few minutes, and then heard Rachel's stereo come on. The lively chatter and giggling upstairs soon died down, and it very quickly became embarrassingly obvious what was likely going on up there.

"Want something to drink?" I asked tensely, trying to distract Gayle from pondering it, as well.

"Nah, I'm fine," she replied with a casual wave of the hand.

Feeling a bit humiliated and ashamed of myself for jumping away from her so quickly, I moved closer and placed my hand on her thigh.

We sat and watched television, flipping from one channel to the next. Then from upstairs came a light giggle followed by what anyone would recognize as an amorous moan.

I cleared my throat and held the remote out in front of me, changing the channel.

"Late night TV sorta sucks, ya know?" I stated frankly, once again trying to distract Gayle's attention.

"Yep," came her terse reply.

I turned to her, saying, "You ever watch..."

But then another soft moan tumbled down the steps. Gayle leaned her elbow against the side of the couch, resting her head against her hand, and snickered.

"Watch what?" she replied, raising her eyebrows and going along with my futile game of polite ignorance.

As I struggled to find the words and collect my thoughts, Gayle sat there with a knowing grin on her face.

"Go on," she chuckled, twirling her hand. "I'm listening... to you, I mean."

"I... Well, I was just gonna say..."

Then Rachel's muffled voice overtook me.

"Ow, bitch! That's my ass."

Gayle's face suddenly contorted, as her eyebrows rose high, and she covered her mouth and laughed with a snort.

My eyelids fluttered from embarrassment, apparently signaling Gayle to let loose entirely. She fell forward and slapped her hand on my knee, as I sat wagging my head back and forth.

"Wanna go back to your place?" I asked dryly.

Gayle was still in a fit of giggles, but managed to jerk her head up and down.

"Sure," she replied.

I jumped from the couch, as Gayle pushed her hands against her knees and stood.

I darted to the kitchen and closed the bottle of wine, and then quickly stored into the refrigerator the left over food. When I turned to leave, Gayle was standing in the doorway with her coat on and mine draped over her forearm. I flipped off the kitchen light, and she handed me my coat.

Out in the living room, I searched for pen and paper to leave Rachel a note.

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

"Something to write on," I huffed.

I'd found a notepad, but was still looking for something to write with.

"Here," she said, coming up beside me and holding out a pen.

I leaned down to the end table and began quickly scribbling a note.

"Ohhh my Gawd!" came yet another soft cry from Rachel's bedroom.

Gayle laughed out loud, while I only shook my head, trying to finish the note.

"Ok," I said, turning to toss the note onto the steps. "She'll see it there."

Then I handed Gayle her pen.

"Ready?" I said, but didn't wait for a reply and headed straight to the front door.

As we drove to Gayle's condo, every now and again, one of us would snicker.

"I'm really sorry 'bout that," I groaned, leaning my head against the window.

I turned my eyes to Gayle and watched, as the amber streetlights going past alternately lit her face in the dark.

She raised her fingers from the steering wheel and chuckled.

"No problem," she replied with a grin, glancing at me.

As we drove along in silence, it suddenly dawned on me where I was going and the lateness of the hour. I gazed over at the green glow of the digital numbers of the clock on the dashboard. It was nearly eleven o'clock. The only thing I carried with me from home were my keys. Then all the blood rushed from my face down to my feet.

Was I going to spend the night with her?

My mind began racing, recalling that not half an hour before, Gayle had her hand down the front of my blouse toying with my breast. My knees wobbled, and I placed my hands on them, to steady their movement. From my peripheral vision, I saw Gayle turn and glance at me. I cleared my throat and let my gaze casually drift out the side window.

"There's, uh... There's some nice houses around here," I mumbled.

When she didn't answer, I looked over at her. She was turning the steering wheel, directing the car into her parking lot.

"Yeah," she replied. "It's a pretty nice neighborhood."

I gulped, as she eased the car into an empty space and shut off the engine. Then she turned to unfasten her seatbelt.

"Ready?" she said with a smile.

I nodded nervously and unfastened mine.

"Yeah," I squeaked.

Outside the car, Gayle was standing by the front bumper waiting for me, and, as I approached, she grinned and held out her hand.

"Ok if I...?"

I blinked nervously, unsure if I wanted her to hold my hand. It was trembling, and I didn't want her to notice, but I didn't want to be rude, either. So, I nodded quickly and held out my hand.

As we made our way down the sidewalk to her building, neither of us spoke. My eyes drifted to her building, to the windows of her condominium, and, when I saw her darkened bedroom windows, a gentle tremor coursed through my body.

"Cold?" she asked.

"A little," I replied softly.

Then Gayle gave my hand a squeeze.

We traversed the sidewalk leading to the front door, where she held it open, gesturing for me to enter. Then we slowly tromped up the steps, where she held the door for me again. We stepped to hers, and she fumbled momentarily with her keys, and then carefully opened it and stepped inside, as I followed her lead. She flipped on the living room lights, and then closed the door behind me. I heard a dull metallic clunk behind me and turned to see her locking it.

"Wanna take your coat off?" she asked, as she unzipped hers.

I nodded nervously.

"Sure."

With hers draped over her arm, she helped me with mine.

"Thanks," I said softly.

"Want something to drink?" she asked, walking to the closet by the kitchen.

I pushed my hands into my back pockets and pursed my lips.

"Umm... Yeah, that'd be fine."

As she shut the closet, she glanced at me and smiled, and then turned into the kitchen.

A minute later, she returned holding two cups.

"Just ice tea," she said, handing one to me.

"Thanks," I said, as I took a sip and tried to keep my hands preoccupied from their incessant trembling.

"Wanna sit?" she asked, gesturing to the couch.

I nodded, and, as I walked over to the couch, Gayle went to the stereo and turned it on. She ran her fingers over a stack of CD cases, and, when she found one in particular, she plucked it out and opened it. She tapped a button on the stereo, and a tiny tray slowly emerged. Then she gently set the disk onto it and tapped the button again. Seconds later, the room was filled with soft music, setting what was surely meant to be a romantic air.

Gayle came over to the couch and sat down next to me, scooting closer, as she placed her cup on the coffee table. Then she leaned back, and I felt her hand against my back. Her hand rubbed gently at first, and then slowly moved up to my neck, where her fingers began a light massage, easing the tension in my body.

"How ya doin'?" she asked softly.

I was resting my elbows on my knees, as she continued rubbing my neck, and then let my head slowly fall forward.

"Good," I replied, in a near whisper.

Gayle's hand eased down my back and began further exploring, first down my spine to the small of my back, and then to the sides, up and over my ribs. When I lifted my elbow, her hand came up and gently cupped my breast. And, as her fingers caressed it, she asked if I wanted a massage. With my eyes closed, I slowly nodded.

Gayle stood from the couch and said I could change in her bathroom.

"There's a robe in there you can put on," she said, as she walked down the hallway toward her bedroom.

Although, in the back of my mind, I knew where this could lead, I found myself in a calmative state of mind, relaxed, as if in a hypnotic mode. I rose from the sofa and walked to the bathroom. There, I turned on the light and shut the door behind me.

As I stood unbuttoning my blouse, I felt very calm. The anxiety, which had been racking my body on the drive there, was no longer tormenting me, and I felt as comfortable undressing in Gayle's bathroom, as I would in my own. So, I thought nothing of it, when I dropped my shirt to the floor and unzipped my jeans. I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them, but paused, wondering how much further I should go. But, again, it wasn't from prudishness or nerves, rather a legitimate question in my mind. Did she want me to completely undress?

I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, wearing nothing more than my bra and panties, and wondered what she saw in me. Then there was a soft knock on the door.

"You ready in there?"

I reached for the long blue robe hanging on a hook by the shower.

"Yeah," I replied.

I slipped my arms inside and tied the front shut.

As I walked out into the living room, the lights were turned off, but the room was filled with the soft orange glow of candlelight.

Gayle was kneeling by the coffee table lighting another candle. Next to her on the floor was a long dark green foam mat with a pillow on one end, and sitting aside the mat was a small bottle. I put my hands in the pockets of the robe and slowly stepped over to her. She blew out the match between her fingers, and then turned and looked up at me. Then she grinned and patted her hand on the mat.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded and stepped around to the other side of the mat opposite her. My hands pulled the belt loose, and then reached up and eased the robe down my shoulders. It was only then that I noticed Gayle had changed clothes, wearing a white t-shirt and black spandex shorts.

I laid the robe on the sofa and lowered myself to the floor and kneeled, asking how she wanted me. She picked up the small bottle, replying, "Let's start with your back." Then I watched, as she opened the bottle and poured a small amount of liquid onto her hands. Gayle must have thought I was wondering what it was, and she stopped rubbing her hands together and held one out to me.

"Massage oil," she said with a warm smile. "Lavender."

I leaned forward and sniffed her hand.

"Smells nice."

Her grin widened, and then she scooted back, holding her hands up like a surgeon ready to perform delicate surgery.

I moved onto the mat and lay on my stomach, pulling the pillow further under my face. Then I heard her clear her throat and ask if I wanted to remove my bra. I lifted my head and peered over my shoulder. Gayle was still holding her hands up and wiggled her fingers.

"Don't wanna get any of this on it," she said with a smile.

Laying my head down on the pillow again, I reached back and unclasped my bra. Then I sat up on my elbows and pulled it off entirely, setting it of to the side.

Just as I was about to lie down again, I sat up on my elbows and quietly asked if she wanted me to remove my panties, as well. There was a brief pause, and then Gayle replied only if I wanted to. I slowly nodded and heard her whisper ok. I lay my head on the pillow, and then reached down with my hands and lifted my hips, carefully rolling my panties over them. It took some awkward maneuvering, but I finally pulled them from my feet, dropping them next to my bra.

As I lay there listening to the music, I brought my arms up and around the pillow, and then felt Gayle's hands come to rest on my shoulder blades. Her fingers began gently kneading my muscles, and I sighed softly.

Over and around my shoulders, down my back, and then up again, applying a soothing pressure. She grazed her fingers under my armpits, and I giggled.

"Ticklish?" she asked.

I nodded.

Then Gayle moved around my body, stretching out my arm and running her strong fingers up and down its length. She massaged the top and bottom of my hand, carefully pulling on each finger. And when she moved to the other arm, I sighed happily at her delicate touch.

After finishing my arms, she maneuvered around until she was kneeling in front of my head. She placed her hands at the top of my shoulder blades again and splayed her fingers, slowly pushing down my back. When she reached my hips, she rotated her fingers inward until each hand firmly clasped a cheek of my butt. Her fingers sank deep into my flesh and began squeezing softly, pushing and pulling.

An odd feeling came over me, a feeling as if I should be nervous about her touching me like this, but the anxiety wasn't there, and I only took a deep breath and sighed.

All too soon, however, she stopped and moved down to my legs. Just as with my arms, she ran her fingers up and down their length, pressing into the thick muscles. And when she worked my toes the same as she had my fingers, I giggled, as her hand brushed lightly against the sole of my foot.

"Ticklish there, too, huh?" she chuckled.

"Yeah," I whispered softly.

Gayle lifted my foot, giving it detailed attention, and when she had finished with it, she placed a delicate kiss on each of my toes, and then moved to the next foot.

When done with my feet, she slowly ran her hands up my inner thighs, drawing closer to my vagina. But as she neared, her hands twisted outward and came to rest atop each cheek of my butt.

I felt her move up to straddle my legs, and then her hands resumed massaging, gripping the flesh of my butt hard and doing as she had before, kneading my flesh.

My breathing was shallow, but I could feel my heart beating faster, as Gayle manipulated my body. Then I felt her thumbs go deep into the crevice and spread me open. I tensed, as her thumbs carefully moved closer to my anus.

"Just let your body relax," she whispered.

No one, not even my husband, had ever touched me in such an intimate manner, let alone down there, so it took a great deal of concentration on my part to force my body to relax under her hands.

Gayle's thumbs were now gently massaging the sensitive skin around my anus, not touching it directly, but very close. As she pressed her thumbs into my flesh, I could feel the tender skin of my anus rolling out and spreading, sending just a tiny hint of tepid pain up my spine. My fingers and toes responded by curling tightly. But after a few seconds, her thumbs followed her hands up my back to my shoulders, and I felt her leaning across me. Gayle pulled the hair from one side of my face and brought hers closer.

"You have really nice legs," she whispered, as her warm breath swathed across my ear.

I smiled and whispered thanks in reply, and then she planted a gentle kiss against my ear, leaving a trail of them down my neck.

She sat for what seemed a very long time on my lower back, straddling my body, and working her fingers on my shoulders and upper back. But, all too soon, she stopped and rolled off me, patting my butt.

"Ready for the other side?" she asked.

I lay there motionless for a moment, as I reveled in the wonderful feelings she had imbued in my body and soul, but reluctantly forced myself up onto my elbows. As I rolled onto my back, I opened my heavy eyelids and saw Gayle kneeling beside me, applying more oil to her hands.