Signal Amy

You can't let Michelle find out your secret. That would be crazy. You might never play soccer again. Usually if you're stressed out you can't be horny, but right now that isn't making this go down. You have to do something.

You catch Amy's eye, and she comes over.

"What's up?"

Michelle isn't paying attention. She is blissfully relaxed over on the other table.

You motion for Amy to lean over.

"I have a problem. Can you get her out of here?" you whisper.

"Like have her leave?"

You nod.

It's uncomfortable. You blush because you are acting like a crazy person, and you are also red from how worked up you are. Amy obviously thinks you're weird.

"Okay," she says hesitantly.

She goes back to Michelle and gets to work on her. It must be a good massage, because Michelle makes some happy noises. When Amy finishes with her, she comes back to you and starts to do your shoulders.

"We're done. You can go when you're ready," she says to Michelle. "This one has some tension I need to spend some more time on."

"Is she OK?"

"Just tight. Won't take long."

After what feels like forever, Michelle gets up and leaves.

"Thank God," you say.

"What's wrong?" Amy asks, taking her hands off you and picking up a towel.

"Thanks for doing that. Can you go now too? I just need privacy."

Amy looks at you. "Did you just have your period on my table?" she asks, deadass serious.

"No!"

"Then what's going on? Are you okay? There's a nurse, and I can get her here," she says, taking out her phone.

"I don't need a nurse. I just can't have people see me naked."

"You came in here and took your clothes off," Amy points out.

"It was stupid. I'm sorry."

"Stupid why?"

"It doesn't matter! Just step out of the room for a second!"

"No! You're freaking me out! I'm getting the nurse."

"OK! Stop!" you cry out, panicking.

She folds her arms, still holding her phone.

Shit. You turn on your side and lift up your towel.

"Holy shit. You're a guy."

"No! I'm not!" You take the towel off completely, and with your face burning you spread your legs and show her that you have lady parts too.

"Oh. That's different," Amy says.

You cover up again.

"I just don't need everyone knowing." You point at the tent in the towel. "I got hard. I can't turn over. You understand, right?"

"I guess," Amy says.

"Are you going to tell?"

She rolls her eyes. "Let's make a deal. I won't tell anyone if you do me a favor."

"What favor?" you ask suspiciously.

"Wow, you're really hard aren't you?"

"What favor?" you demand more loudly.

"Cover for me tomorrow."

"I have to train tomorrow," you say.

"OK, after dinner then. Do my evening appointments. There won't be that many," Amy says. "I have somewhere to go."

"I don't know how to do massages."

"Watch some youtube videos or something. OK? And I'll keep your secret."

She really wants this night off.

"OK," you say. You can't say no.

A couple seconds pass.

"Is that going to go down, or what?" she asks.

You peek under your towel. "Just give me a minute."

"I don't have a minute. Your appointment's over. My next one is up."

"I can't leave like this."

She laughs. Great. She thinks this is funny.

"OK." She gestures with her finger. "Let's make it quick."

"What?"

"Lie down." She pulls your towel away, and you cover your cock with your hands. "Hurry up."

"For real?" You get even harder.

She presses you down to the table. If you thought her innocent massage was hot, the touch of her palm on your flat belly pushing you down almost makes you cum. You lie back nervously, your cock standing straight up. You are completely exposed.

Amy looks at you like she's look at a little kid.

"First happy ending, huh?"

You nod, embarrassed. Precum runs freely down your shaft. Amy oils up her hands and wraps them around your cock. You gasp and moan as she firmly and quickly starts to stroke, twisting her fingers up and down you.

"God," you moan. Tremors run up and down your cock. Your legs spread apart.

She goes faster and you lift your ass off the table like you can fuck her hands. She squeezes tighter and strokes faster. You close your eyes and breathe fast as things get tight between your legs.

"Ah!" You cry out more sharply and much louder than you thought you would. Hot cum flies in long ropes, and the first one splashes across your face and mouth. The next two land on your breasts as your shaking hips fall back to the table. Amy looks surprised.

"Ooh," you moan, reaching between your legs to squeeze a few more spurts from your throbbing cock. Dizzily, you look down at yourself to see strings of cum all over your chest and abs. "Oh Jesus."

Amy cleans you up with a wet towel and helps you into your robe.

[ DAY ONE ]