It's fine, we're all modest people.

Dylan removes his pants to reveal boring blue boxer briefs. You suddenly have more attention on your breathing and your gaze as you try to ignore any feelings of excitement.

There's nothing that arousing about just legs, right?

Dylan wasn't the only one with clothing in the way, however. You want to help Ethan help you, so you pull your blouse up over your head and casually toss it aside. Nobody reacts to such an innocent gesture.

You remember flashing the "camera" and you remember Dylan asking you out. It's an odd time to be reminded of those moments that didn't mean anything.

Your somewhat padded bra prevents your nipples from poking through. It's a little too small because you worry about the implications of the padding making your chest look larger, but this would make your cleavage more obvious if anyone saw it.

Oh!

That's how those thoughts connect!

Dylan might be looking at your cleavage now.

You have been concentrating on his feet and legs as your hands get used to pressing and rubbing on someone with more hair and more muscle than you have ever had. It's nice. When you look up, his eyes are moving over to Miss Shelby.

Good, he's just looking around the room while he waits.

But when you look back down, you're pretty sure there's a bulge in his shorts.

Dylan and Ethan must be enjoying their massages. You felt something move against your rear end when you took off your blouse.

You respectfully keep your attention on the feet and legs in front of you. It isn't easy to ignore the hard object behind you or the very full underwear of the boy in front of you, but your crush's hands on your bare shoulders feel really good. Sometimes you sigh appreciatively when he hits the right spot.

By the time everyone finishes their massage, Dylan's got a wet spot at the tip of his, uh, tent. You can't judge him--you feel a little wet down below, too.