I unpack while Sarah services Zoe

It was comforting to know my girlfriend had such a dedication. Yes, it wasn't the best that our special night got put off, nor that we had a stranger (a stranger to me) staying with us for probably a week, but she was doing something good, both for her and for her friend.

As Sarah had said, soon some music started playing inside the room. It was some instrumental piece, with flutes, oboes, or ocarinas, I'm not sure. She was right! It sounded so relaxing. I did what I said and continued unpacking with a renovated mood.

I couldn't help but overhear some of the noise they made as I walked around the apartment opening boxes and putting different things into position. Some giggles, some loose phrases, like

"Yes, I am. Totally. Oh, very much. I am for you, yes."

Zoe spoke much more when she got used to a person. Probably Sarah had already spent several massage sessions with her to be able to talk as much as I was hearing. Although Zoe's voice was still too soft to hear clearly from outside the bedroom.

I heard the muffled sound of clothes ruffling against each other, and that of shoes hitting the floor. Of course, they needed to undress for a massage, getting one with clothes is less effective. Right?

There were some wet sounds, like a bottle of cream opening and closing several times. Given Zoe's condition, I imagined she'd need more oil or cream than a usual massage. I thought it was funny that the cream sounded like a kiss. Then, for several minutes I could only hear the wet friction of a pair of hands over a body. It was rhythmic, as if it followed the music, a long but faint shhhlllurp that sounded wet, caused by the cream Sarah was using.

I considered those sounds white noise, a nice complement to the instrumental music they were playing, and I could unpack every kitchen utensil, appliance, glass and plate, and the kitchen looked like a real kitchen now. It only had been... 15 minutes? I wondered how long the massage would be.

I continued with the living room. It was basically books and decorations, no big deal logistically, but it was a rather big amount of books.

"Yeah? Harder?" I heard Sarah say. Her voice was muffled by the music, barely audible. "Like this? Long strokes, that's it. You got so hard today. Yes. Yes, me too. I was concerned, yes. Long strokes are good. Faster? Sure, we can go faster. No, don't worry. Just relax."

The long shlurp had been replaced by a faster schlick as Sarah was rubbing Zoe's back faster. Then I realized something. Sarah never said where she had those muscles. However, I'd seen her walk when she got... Uh... Hard. And it seemed she was aching all around her body. Yeah, I get it. She must have several areas of her body with a little extra muscle each, and in total, she has ten inches of additional muscle! I heard some moaning and groaning, which is totally normal for a massage.

"Like this? I bet it's better, yes. Come on, baby. Let it all out. I wanna make you feel real good, baby." The shlick of the massage cream was going so fast, and I wondered how quickly Sarah was moving her hands over her friend's back. "Almost? Then a bit harder. A bit faster. Now? Oh, baby, let it all out!"

Then Sarah stopped talking, there was a muffled groan, and after that I could only hear the music. She was so dedicated and kind, she wanted Zoe to let out all the excess energy in her muscles and feel relaxed. And maybe to trust a little more. I kept doing my chore with a proud smile on my face.

I thought the massage was over, but the music kept going, and the girls kept on chatting.

"You're as sweet as usual." I heard Sarah as they giggled. "Change position? Sure."

Naturally, one doesn't expect a massage to be static, and applying pressure on different areas of the body in different positions seemed to be the best. I thought.

The music changed a bit as I continued with another row of boxes. Now it had drums, bongos, I think? It was still relaxing, but the tempo was a bit stronger. It also got a little louder, so I couldn't hear much besides moans and groans a good, satisfying massage can give.

However, soon there was another instrument in the music. It sounded like a wet hammer hitting a drum. It was a hard pound that synchronized perfectly with the music. Every time it hit, I heard muffled moans. Probably Zoe was lying on her stomach, so her face was against a pillow as Sarah massaged her.

The pounding of the weird instrument continued for a very long time. At times it stopped, but it resumed quickly, always following the tempo. I wondered what instrument that was. But it went perfectly with the music, and it made me feel I was unpacking in a remote forest surrounded by fairies. Surprisingly, I was enjoying it so much!

However, the pounding got really hard, almost as if they were moving the bed, and it kinda worried me a little. Maybe someone had fallen off the bed? I went and knocked in the door.

"Uh... Girls? Is everything OK?"

They turned the music down a little.

"YyyYees!" Sarah replied "It's... It's just... a harder massage..." She sounded a little out of breath "There needs to be more... **** applied for the muscle to... Get tired. Don't worry. I'm... I'm fine. Zoe's fine."

"Alright. Sure."

I went on to unpack the last box of the living room, and there would only be the ones in the bedroom.

"Ok, baby. We're almost there. We'll go as hard as possible, ok?" I heard Sarah speak sweetly with Zoe before they turned the music up even louder.

The pounding resumed. It went faster and harder than before, and there were more muffled moans. It probably was one of those massages where the masseuse hits a person on the back repeatedly. Yes, that must be.

Then, I heard the shlurp again, and I knew they were using the cream once more. They went silent for several minutes more. And then the music stopped as I placed the last book on the shelves.

It'd been 1 hour and 20 minutes since the massage started.