Your phone goes off.

The sound of a text message coming right out of your phone as you picked it up to look at nearly scared the crap out of you. After the initial shock, you wondered who it was.

It was Ash. She was asking you to come down to her room for a bit. Heading down to her room, you give quick knock at the door and almost immediately the door opens.

“Thanks for coming down, John. I really need help with something.” You move into her room and give it a once over. It's still similar to how the two of you left it. A couple of boxes have been opened, but Ash hasn't really moved in yet.

Ash sat on the bed, “Do you remember when we were kids and how much you liked giving people massages?”

You chuckle a little, remembering the times when your parents would ask you and Ash to get on their backs and use your feet and weight to get out the kinks in their backs, and how you moved on to using your hands as you got older, “Yeah I remember. It's been a while since I last did any massages and I'm not necessarily a trained professional.”

“Don't worry about it,” Ash smiles, “I just need you to help me get some kinks out of my back from work.”

“Fine with me, but don't say I didn't warn you,” you joke, “Alright, go ahead and lay down.”

Ash lays down on the bed, and you get a good seat right next to her. You take a second to take in her curves inside her clothes before you take you hands to her back. You easily find the knots in her back, but you find her clothes and her bra to be a hindrance. Your mind is at an impasse. Your lower mind is calling to you to ask her to take her clothes off while your brain tells you this is your friend and you shouldn't take advantage of her.

Your war of mental attrition slowly builds up as you take a moment to make a decision even as you continue rubbing Ash's back.