Shoulder rubbing and talk

"Oh yeah, Rei is a butt muncher too," Debbie said. "She even did it for Sharon, and she hates Sharon. Well, Sharon didn't like her either for stealing Kevin off her. Who woulda thought, Rei? Total dyke. Except for her one guy."

Bernie felt a little knife twist inside. She missed Habiba so much. Even Raquel, the two-timing, maybe three-timing queen of campus lesbians. So brilliant, charming, a walking flame of desire. Gary? He was a little messy, not really faithful by nature, and could do to communicate better, but he didn't ever make anything Bernie's fault. Debbie being here with Bernie was because Gary was trying to make it better for her.

Debbie sighed happily as Bernie worked her upper back and shoulders. She leaned forward into the head rest on Joyce's massage chair.

"You're so good at this, Bernie, maybe you can give Trent lessons. He says I get so tense."

Bernie chuckled. "I bet you can guess what my mom would suggest for tension."

"Duh, that I should jill off. I mean. Like sometimes that helps, but there's nothing like, you know, good hands? I guess. You have good hands." Bernie shifted her grip. Debbie's voice dropped to a low tone. "Oh. There. More. Harder. Uh huh uh uh uh there." She sighed.

Joyce Bernstein led Gary and Trent to the outdoor shower to rinse off the spa water. "Chlorine and salt, you don't want that drying on your skin," she said. The three naked bathers took turns with the shower hose to rinse each other off, and all of them were laughing and getting a little silly with the hose before Joyce called it done. "All right, if we're going to be silly, let's be silly with the towels now."

And so it went, with more laughter and silliness along with drying off, until Joyce got Trent's attention off towel slapping with three carefully placed fingertips.

"Damn, Joyce," Trent said. "D'you have electric hands or what? You put three fingers on me and I popped wood. Hard."

"I'm an expert," Joyce told the young man. "You're done drying off. This way."

Joyce's own nipples, thick and brown, were prominent with sexual arousal. Gary's cock only showed a bit of a chub. Naked horseplay was fine, but didn't get his motor running.

Joyce had them stop in her kitchen and drink water. The tiles inside were still cool on their bare feet on this hot summer day. She led the naked young men back to her massage studio.

"Oh babe," Trent said when he saw Debbie. "She doing you good?"

Bernie stood behind Debbie, massaging her scalp as Debbie rested in the open-framed massage chair.

Debbie cracked one eye open and smiled. "So good, babe. And I ain't even come yet."

Trent chuckled. "Me neither. But we're gonna get off for sure." His stiff erection pointed toward Debbie. "All the massages here are gonna have happy endings."

"You know it, babe," Debbie said.

Joyce couldn't help smiling at the young couple's gentle byplay. It wasn't strictly true that all massages in her house finished with an orgasm, but most of them did. Or there'd be an orgasm soon before or after the massage, as was the routine at her Women's Pleasure Circles.

Joyce directed Gary to help her move the massage table to where Debbie and Bernie could watch them working on Trent, and Trent could see Debbie. Joyce set up a little cart of supplies and turned on the oil warmer.

"Come up on the table," Joyce told Trent. She patted the soft, washable cover sheet.

"You want me ass up or dick up?" Trent asked.