A massage

"I think a massage could get rid of the pains for me. Would you like to help me out?" She looks back at you with her big grey eyes, pleading like a puppy.

Massaging Amy - you're pretty sure your friend is doing you a favour, instead of the other way around. You haven't forgotten about that kiss, either. And her skirt... it all adds up to be pretty exciting.

"Pleeeaaase?" She purrs. You can't resist Amy now, even if you wanted to.

"Let me finish this beer first", you say, trying to play it cool, even though you feel very hot between your legs. Amy hugs you tight, which gives you a very pleasant feel of her chest, and then says she will go to the bedroom and prepare everything for you.

You drain your beer quickly, eager to get started. She would call you when she was prepared. You hear some rumbling in her bedroom, which is adjacent to the living room. She is probably placing down towels and oils, you think to yourself.

It only sinks into you now: if you're going to use oils, that means at least her back will have to be naked. At the thought of just that bit of exposed skin, your dick already hardens again. Wait, is she going to be dressed or naked when she asks you to come in? You kind off wish she will still be wearing clothes, because it means she would have to strip before you.

There we go again. You thought of Amy stripping for you, and now your dick is at full mast. You resist the urge to just masturbate right now. You have a feeling that Amy is planning for something. But that could also just be your perverted brain speaking.

Then, you hear her sweet voice calling from her bedroom: "I'm all ready for you, Carl. You can come in!"

You nervously get up from the couch, excited to see how she prepared it all. Well,