...massage...

In your hesitation to act Sara roles over and is now face down in her pillow. You decide that gives you a perfect opportunity to give her a back rub. You sit up and kneel next to her. "What are you doing?" Sara asks.

"I think if I help you relax it will help with your headache." You move her hair out of the way. "Helps some. Worth a shot right?"

"Okay" She mumbles out... She turns her head to her side to be able to speak more clearly. "I heard your really good at giving massages, give it a try."

"Wow, you're really tense Sar." You start to rub her shoulders and feel that her muscles are very tight and tense.

"Really?" She looks at you somewhat indirectly.

"Yeah, are you stressed about something?"

"No, not really." She closes her eyes again.

"Well somethings causing this." You begin to work away at the knots in her shoulders and neck. "You're carrying a lot of stress here."

"Uhuh" she mumbles out trying to relax.

You continue to loosen up her shoulders and neck. As you make progress there you start to expand the area you are touching. She's wearing a bra and although its in your way just a little bit you act like its a bigger problem than it is. You intentionally push one of the clasps into her back, acting as if it was an accident. "Owe, that hurt."

"Oh, sorry Sara."

"Is that in the way?" She asks the question you wanted to hear.

"Yeah, but I can keep trying to avoid it." You say betting the massage has been helping and that the statement diverts thoughts of it being what you wanted her to do.

"Okay" She reaches behind and under her shirt. Lifts the shirt up in the process and exposes a thong string that peaks out from behind her Rock & Republic jeans. She unhooks the straps and slides them away from her back. But she doesn't take it off completely. "There you go."

"Thanks" You continue rubbing out the stress from her back. You try and push her bra as far off as you can without being obvious. You've now gained free reign of her back, neck, sides, and upper arms. She seems stressed all over. "You should probably go see a real masseuse for a full body massage Sar, You're really stressed."

"I can't afford that John, but you helped. Thanks." She rolls back over onto her back without fixing her bra.

"Damn" You think. You were hoping to offer one to her, and have her accept. She always has been one for free things. Unsuccessful, you go back to laying down on the other half of the bed and you both get to talking.

"So, what have you been up to John?"

"Not much really, work. Epically failing at getting a girlfriend."

"It can't be that bad John."

"Oh it is. Girls won't even give me a chance for a date anymore."

"Sure you're asking available women?"

"Yeah, single, nice, and pretty. Most of them get a boyfriend after I ask 'em out too."

"They just don't know what they want. You'll find someone."

"I don't know, It doesn't make sense that it's always them. There must be something about me that's driving them away."

"Don't say that, you're already becoming successful, great job, your own place, you're chivalrous, and really sweet."

"Yeah, well if that's what matters, explain why the most a girl has been willing to do with me is kiss. Not even make out. What the hell is with that? Am I ugly or something?"

"In this family? No, you're quite hansom John. I'd be lucky to have a guy like you instead of the jerks I normally get." Sara bluntly says. "I think you're just lacking confidence with women. Especially with your lack of experience."

"Well that's sick, since it isn't like I'm going to just magically get any." You say. "Unless I went to a brothel or something." You jest.

"Well I don't suggest doing something that ****. Desperation is even less attractive than a lack of confidence."

"I know, I was just kidding. What do you think I should do?"