The One Hour Escape Ch. 02

After my eyes moved from rolling back to actually focusing on her again, I could see her eyes smiling at me. She confused me. Regardless, she kept going in her mixed lecture and expert hand-job.

"You can also use two hands, like this . . . " Here she moved her second hand to be at the base while her first hand moved up to the top half, ending up right below the ridge of my head. She squeezed again and twisted her hands a little. More uncontrolled moaning ensued.

"You can have them go the same direction or different directions, like this . . . " I didn't think I could last much longer. The pleasure had gotten intense between the situation, her expert fingers, the two beautiful women sitting right next to me, the attractive lesbian fingering the other while she watched. The combination was intense.

She then moved her one hand in a twisting motion on the head of my cock while the others stroked up and down along the shaft.

"Speed can also be varied as well as focusing on the shaft or on the head separately." Here she quickly demonstrated by rolling her oily fingers over the head of my cock. I actually moved my hips instinctively. She slowed down for a moment as she seemed to be concerned about my ability to hold out. Good girl, because I couldn't take much more.

"Edging is important, and I just had to do that." She slowed her hand a bit but kept it on my cock, gripping gently but not massaging.

"I think it is best to mention the prostrate now and then let Katie get back to massaging." She gently spread my legs a little further, and then slid her finger down my balls towards a spot behind them.

"The sacred spot of a male is the prostrate. You can use an internal or external approach. Because Carter and I are not . . . intimate and barely know each other, I will not ask him if he wants it to be internal. You can use a small sex toy or your fingers to internally access the prostrate, or you can use either a vibrator or your fingers to access externally. There are sex toys that have been specifically designed for this experience."

At this point she began gently touching a spot behind my balls. "The prostrate is about here, halfway between the testicles and the anus. It's the size of a nut and is slightly indented. You can push directly in but be sure he is ready and wanting it. It can be intense. Pushing or circular motions can be good here.

"If you decide to internally massage it, then loosen the anus a little by massaging with your fingers and some oil, starting gently on the outside and carefully inserting. Gauge the reactions of your partner. The prostrate is only a few inches inside. You can circle, use an in and out motion, or like the g-spot on the female you can curl your finger a bit."

With that, she looked around as if checking to see if anyone had questions and seeing none moved to the side just a bit so Katie could take over.

Katie immediately wrapped her fingers around my shaft. It felt like she really wanted to do it, and that worked just great for me because between her and Amy I was near an explosion level.

I held out as long as I could, surviving Katie's use of both of her hands, twisting her hands around my shaft, her oily fingers playing with the head of my dick while her other hand massaged my balls, twisting, stroking, rubbing, and even getting my permission to press a little into my prostrate from the outside. Katie paced me, edging me close and then squeezing and pausing when it looked like I could not handle much more.

I heard William's orgasm first. It was quiet-ish. Almost immediately he seemed to want to leave so I watched two naked older behinds as they rounded the corner. Shortly after that, Gina came a bit louder. Hers was cute. And it caused me to tense up hearing it (what can I say, I like hearing women orgasm), so Katie gripped the shaft but stopped massaging. She edged me more.

Soon after, Gina and Kerry quietly stood and left. All that was left was Katie and me. Amy slipped away probably to say goodbye to the other two couples, and then returned, dropping the sarong to return to being naked as she rounded the corner. I was thankful.

She sat on the other side of me from Katie and watched. I couldn't help but be entranced, looking back and forth between the two women. I know my eyes were on Katie more, but I couldn't help but feel this desire to have my first threesome. But then I knew deep down that it was not going to happen, no matter how much this looked like a scene in a porno.

Maybe another five minutes later, I finally could hold back no more. I tensed up and nodded at Katie. She smiled at me, moving her eyes from mine to my dick just in time to see me explode. And I am pretty sure that was the most intense orgasm of my life.

I made all sorts of not terribly manly noises mixed with grunts and moans. My fingers actually dug into Katie's ass, my other hand inadvertently grabbed Amy's knee. I felt her jump, but in the midst of pumping out and exploding, eyes focused on nothing and mouth open, I really could not focus on Amy.

As I settled down, my hands loosened and returned to my side. Amy still sat next to me, but she seemed to have scooted a little further away.

"I am sorry, Amy. I didn't mean to do that." I told her between breaths.

She nodded, "I know. Just surprised me."

"What happened?" Katie interestingly had not let go of my semi-hard cock. She was not stroking, just holding me.

"I grabbed Amy's knee during the . . . well . . . "

"Orgasm," Amy offered, "And really it was fine. Just didn't expect it."

Katie quickly cleaned up my stomach where most of my cum had landed. Having finished, her hand moved to my stomach and chest, gently massaging me.

"Amy, can I ask you something?" Amy was still sitting nearly as close to me as Katie, but now had casually moved into sitting 'Indian style' with her legs crossed.

"Sure Carter."

"Did I do something that made you uncomfortable at all? You seemed to want to keep space between me and you."

I wasn't about to stop what Katie was doing so I merely rested my arms behind my head, letting Katie have her way with whatever she wanted. Katie just seemed to be listening.

Amy regarded me for a moment, probably trying to figure out how I did something that bothered her or creeped her out.

"Really, please be honest. I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable and I can learn from my mistakes."

She smiled a little at me.

"Carter, you are being very sweet, but I can honestly say it was not you." I know I looked puzzled.

"Well technically it was, but it was not." Still confused.

She giggled a little but then adopted a serious expression, "Sorry. You are a man and I have some baggage that makes me nervous around men."

"So a man being near you or touching you can be upsetting?"

"Yes."

"So I want to apologize again for grabbing your knee. That was bad enough that I just did that, now it seems much worse. I am so sorry."

She smiled again, "it shocked me but it did not upset me. I don't think. Which is good. Or better than I would have been normally. So thank you for being concerned but I am ok."

I took a few beats, but felt she was not seemingly upset now so I pushed her a little, "But we are sitting close now? And then of course your hands were all over me. Please understand I am not doubting anything you are saying, I guess I am just curious why you seemed ok with those contexts."

She stared at me thoughtfully for a few moments, almost lost in thought. She didn't seem upset but then maybe she was. Katie seemed to be thinking the same thing as she stopped massaging and squeezed my arm.

"Sorry Amy. We don't know each other well. I don't mean to . . . "

"No, no, Carter. It's ok. Just trying to figure out what to say here."

"You don't have to say . .. "

"Carter, stop being so sweet and shush. Give me a moment." She smiled, but then returned to thinking.

Meanwhile, Katie returned to massaging my chest and stomach again. Yay me.

Finally, Amy turned to us. "I am going all in. Please don't hate me."

Katie and I shared a confused look before Amy began.

"I need to provide some context here." She breathed in an out, and then began.

"Six years ago I was a senior in college. I had taken three years off to make some money before enrolling, so I was a bit older than everyone else. So here I was 25 years old and finishing school. I had worked hard and had not done much of the party scene all the way through school, really mostly because I was paying for everything myself, so when exams finished I decided finally to go to a real party. You know, to experience at least one night as a kinda normal college student."

I should mention that while Amy seemed to be conveying a serious and personal story I was still naked with two beautiful naked women. The experience felt so surreal. Very dreamlike.

"I met a cute guy there. Of course he was younger, but he seemed interested. I felt like this was a last time for craziness before the seriousness of life began, so we drank and flirted for a while. He seemed super into me."

She took a pause. And then her voice changed a little. A bit strained.

"The last thing I remember from that night was sitting with Robert, the guy, and laughing at his jokes as I drank. The next thing I remember was my roommate, Rebecca, ripping open the door to the room where I was laying on the bed."

She paused. She wasn't breaking down at this point, but she looked like she could be at any moment. Katie stopped touching me and moved to Amy's side and whispered into her ear, Amy nodded, and Katie then began to gently rub Amy's back and shoulder as she continued.

I finally went completely flaccid. It was obvious where this was going.

"Apparently Rebecca had tried calling me off and on all night when I didn't come back to the room. She knew the place I went to, so she came over at 4 am and began pounding on the door. When the guy who answered offered no information about where I was, she ignored him and searched the house until she found me. I had never seen such anger in her before."

Tears were starting to form. I sat up and just faced her, adopting the same Indian style sitting position. Maybe we should have gotten dressed, but then maybe talking naked like this made us all a bit more vulnerable, all at the same level. I just knew that I could not in any way make her feel threatened.

"Obviously I was not in good shape. My clothes were nowhere to be found, so Rebecca grabbed a coat from a closet and practically carried me out." She stared for a moment, as if almost reliving it. "Bex to this day is my closest friend. I love her dearly, and what she did for me that day is the kind of thing you can never repay. Ever."

The tears were coming down now. I jumped up, ran around the divider to get some napkins and came back. She smiled sadly at me, "thanks Carter."

I returned to sitting in front of her, giving her plenty of space.

"Rebecca made me go to the hospital. I didn't want to go because I felt . . . shame . . . confusion . . . I didn't even want to think about anything remotely having to do with it. I wanted to forget it all, what little I remembered and all that I imagined. But she was not taking no for an answer, so she took me by our room to dress me and then immediately took me to the hospital." Another short pause, "they did a rape kit on me and took samples." A little longer pause with eye wiping. I felt this anger rising in me. I didn't know Amy well at all, but no one deserves that shit. And guys who did that deserved the harshest punishments imaginable. And I could imagine some pretty harsh shit for punishment.

"Apparently there were at least three attackers that night." Katie kept rubbing her shoulder. That caused me to almost see blood, but I tried to maintain a calm exterior. Three! What the fuck. . .

"The hardest part of it all was that I didn't remember it. Just the discomfort, the pain, and my active imagination filling in the blanks for what I didn't remember. I heard some details later, unfortunately, but at that moment I only guessed that Robert was part of it. The other two were nameless and faceless."

She took in a breath and exhaled, a bit of a reset.

"So with that background, I tried to date again a year later. If the guy would even try to hold my hand I would fall apart, having trouble breathing with just some sort of a nonsensical panic-attack. Tried a few different guys. One was even very patient and sweet and tried, but eventually I broke it off with him. He deserved better than some broken girl with the inability to be close to someone."

"Amy . . . "

"Shh, I appreciate whatever sentiment, but let me finish please."

She looked intensely at me, almost angry. Probably she had heard platitudes before and they meant nothing to someone in such unbelievably deep pain. Someone so emotionally scarred that even surface level intimacy caused panic. I couldn't begin to understand. I nodded quietly and just waited for her to continue.

"Rebecca, my friend, even dated me for a little," she laughed to herself. "She openly was in love with me even before that night. I knew it. But while I liked kissing her, very different from kissing guys, and even didn't mind the boob massaging I really was not attracted to her, or any woman. Rebecca is very pretty but she is not a man."

She laughed again, "so I was a girl who was scared of being touched by the only thing I really wanted. I remained single. Sucked to be Amy.

"Fast forward to about a year and a half ago, my friend Chris had heard about a tantric massage class. He wanted me to go. Before you start getting confused, Chris is gay and a good friend, and so he never threatened me. At least I never felt the panicky feeling around him when he hugged me and such. But to be sure, he even made it clear that I was in charge of how far we went in the tantric massage class." She smiled at Katie, "we were a little more aware of what was going to happen as compared to other people I know."

I laughed and Katie smiled but blushed.

"I actually think Chris and Rebecca came up with the idea for the seminar because they had read that these sorts of practices could help in healing pain of the type I was carrying.

"So we went to the session. It was sort of similar to this one. Ones that involve multiple couples like this are a little rarer, but if you want to make money doing this as a facilitator you need to do group seminars too.

"Anyway, we massaged each other, and I have to admit I liked massaging Chris, but I knew he was thinking of Jason Momoa as I did it. But . . . "

She paused again, "so here's where you might hate me."

We began to object but she put her finger to her mouth.

"So I discovered that day that I felt almost like I was part of the other people's sexual encounters. I buy into the healing nature of tantric massage, as it helped me a little, but not enough to overcome the baggage. Not yet anyway."

She paused thoughtfully, then continued. "But being nearby others as they did what they did seemed to replace a little lost intimacy for me. Not sure if that makes sense."

She didn't wait for a confirmation.

"So I decided to attend training classes for tantric and sensual massage to start my own business of sorts. I figured running tantric massage and sensual massage sessions could be a bit of a sex-life replacement for me. I know, stupid. And pretty pathetic.

"I wasn't sure how I would deal with the male aspect, but I figured if it was like my experience with Chris then I wouldn't necessarily have to interact directly with men." Her eyes moved down as she spoke, "The screwed-up-me decided that I could help other people with their intimate relationships even if I was incapable of intimacy myself. Seems ridiculous to say out loud.

"I held my first seminar like this about a year ago. I do these about once a month or so, I think this is my tenth one. Five couples attended that first one. The second saw about the same. Both of those I used sex toys like a rubber dildo and even a rubber vagina thing, almost like something you would see in a doctor's office. That worked. And I admittedly enjoyed the experiences, even if most of the people who attended were older than me. It gave me . . . some feeling of . . . sensuality." She was blushing. I wondered if this is the first time she admitted it to anyone.

"I honestly felt at least in a small way to be part of the experiences of the participants. I enjoyed that there, and . . . sometimes later too." A deeper blush creeped to her cheeks.

She continued without letting us comment. I imagine the implication of that statement would be rather embarrassing. "So I continued holding these seminars. The third time there was an older couple there who gave me some serious hippy vibes, so I asked if they would be willing to demo with me, like I asked you."

She paused again.

"Things went OK there. I was not attracted to the man at all, so it did not do much for me personally, but I think it did help the others." She shrugged.

"Around six months ago, I tried to demo again with a couple but it definitely did not go well. They also were a bit older, but I was somewhat attracted to the guy. As I did my demos with him, the wife got increasingly tense. The guy also got increasingly flirty. I ended up apologizing to the wife and refunding their money. And since then I have avoided doing it."

She paused. So I took the opportunity to ask, "until today?"

Her eyes came up. She nodded.

"I rarely see younger people. Even less so, I never see attractive younger people. I asked you two to demo the techniques with me for two reasons -- it truly does do better with a human rather than rubber likenesses, but also because I found you very attractive. I was not lying in thinking it could work because you two were not technically together, but I was being selfish and using you. Both of you. And for that I am so very sorry." She teared up a bit, her eyebrows moving towards a pleading look.

I jumped in quickly, "Amy, please do not apologize. I just had the absolute time of my life and if that is what being used feels like, you two can do that whenever you like."

Amy smiled at me sadly and began to speak before being interrupted by Katie.

"Yep! Seriously, I don't know what this means for us . . . " she paused as she looked at me. She was right, we had entered into a different relationship and we needed to figure it all out.

" . . . But I harbor nothing but gratitude for you. Plus, I completely understand."

"I have another question." Amy had started wiping her eyes again, as Katie continued to rub her back. She nodded at me.

"So you seemed calm and comfortable even when you were massaging my . . . penis." It felt weird talking casually about that. "Why? Did the fact that I was um aroused not bother you?"

She looked thoughtfully at me.

"I am not totally sure, but honestly I do not feel too threatened by you. It mostly worked with the other two guys too. Maybe because I got to know you a bit? Or because Katie was here?"

She shrugged.

"Regardless, you have been a complete gentleman. You are both so sweet and understanding, even with the new knowledge that I was using this experience for my own personal reasonably pathetic needs."

She smiled sadly at us as I searched for words, "Amy . . . I cannot begin to understand what it feels like to be in your shoes. The world is a totally unfair fucking madhouse, and your story proves it. If an experience between Katie and myself can bring you happiness and pleasure, then I am all in."

Tears were beginning to stream again. I smiled at Katie.

"Plus, I was pretty selfishly enjoying the whole thing too."

We stayed and talked a little longer, but then finally got dressed. We helped Amy take some stuff out to her car. Right before she got in, she walked over to Katie and hugged her tight.