Yes, she'll lay down

Nicole wrung her hands in her lap for a few seconds more. Given how pleasant the massage had been so far, the offer of more was very tempting, but she knew that laying down for one of her worst enemies was a bad look. It was the kind of thing that got rumors started. People might think that she didn't actually hate him.

But, if she put on a little show first, however. . .

"Pfft, fine, I guess I can lie down," she huffed, "if you think that would make a difference!" As she spoke, she did her best to put on a disappointed and unaffected façade, pretending that she was simply humoring Tom, rather than indulging in the pleasures that his hands had to offer.

Ignoring his knowing smile, she lowered herself forward on the couch to lie on her stomach. Tom stood up as she moved, allowing her space to kick her feet up behind her, and soon she was face down on the couch. Not literally face down, of course, she kept her pretty, blonde, head up by resting her chin on her hands. Even though she was giving Tom permission to keep doing what he was doing, she didn't fully trust him.

Warily, she still watched him out of the corner of her eye, keenly aware that she had just put herself in a much more **** position as well as giving him access to her cute ass in body hugging skinny jeans. He could grab a big handful of her little cake before she could do anything, although she supposed that was true any time he stood behind her anyway.

She did her best to remain at ease as Tom stepped beside her again, but when Tom threw a leg over her, she nearly bolted upright. It was only when she realized that he was just straddling her to get better access to her back that she even slightly relaxed, but she still remained on edge. Seeing Tom's (evidently) small three inch dick so close to her butt just kept her on edge, even if it wasn't the foot long python she'd expected him to be packing from the rumors on campus.

In hindsight, it should have been apparent that Tom wasn't packing much when the girls he had slept with gushed over how he made them feel, without ever mentioning his size, but Nicole hadn't paid much attention to their gossip. She'd just silently judged them for giving in to the affections of such a playboy creep, but now she was about to reap the benefits of those masterful fingers for herself.

"Does that make me a slut like them, too?" She thought.

She didn't have chance to think that for long. Once Tom's hands returned to her back, all her serious thoughts were driven away. Skilled fingers kneaded her like dough, squeezing the tension out of her until all that was left was contentment. A groan of pleasure came form her lips before she could stop it, but she didn't care. It felt too nice.

Driving her into the couch, forcing her into the cushions, Tom's powerful hands made Nicole's whole body shudder. Behind him, her toes flexed and her feet kicked lackadaisically, as she soaked in the relaxation of her unexpected spa day. She barely even noticed Tom's hips sinking down to rest against her ass, instead of hovering respectfully above it. Part of her wondered if she should have made him back up, but the majority of her was too comfy to care.

Over time, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she went form watching Tom carefully, to simply allowing him to work. When his mouth came to her ear again, she didn't even bat an eyelash at him, although he was so close that his breath blew around the blonde locks on her temple.

"Mind if I pop this latch here?" He whispered, disturbing Nicole's me-time.

"I don't mind," Nicole muttered dreamily, not even really comprehending the question.

A second later, she felt a further relief of pressure across her back and chest, like a rope around her body had just been unbound. Before she could question just what Tom had done, he poured another river of warm body oil on to her back, soothing her completely. Now she was oiled up from her shoulders to the small of her back, and her sleepy muscles were once more begging for Tom's touch.

Who was he to refuse them?

Tenderly, he massaged her again in long, thorough, strokes. From just above her belt, to her shoulders, he rubbed her firmly, but precisely. She felt like a cut of meat, in a good way. She was being tenderized and marinated by a caring chef, not brutalized by a clumsy butcher. Thinking of Tom of all people as caring was odd, but the way his hands worked her over so perfectly meant that it was the truth.

From across the room, John kept a wary eye on Nicole and Tom, even as he tried to maintain a friendly conversation with Miranda. Thus far Tom had actually been giving Nicole a very real looking massage, replete with chops down her back and targeted pressings from his fingertips, but John was still concerned that things might take a turn. This was Tom they were talking about, after all.

"So no, I wouldn't really say I have a type," Miranda finished her reply to a question that John barely remembered asking.

"Not even for, y'know?" John tore his eyes off of Nicole and Tom to flit his gaze downwards, towards his own miniature member,

"Well, it wouldn't be my first choice," Miranda admitted, a smile appearing on her lips as she glanced at John's little dick, "and I'm not exactly sure how it would work out, but I suppose it can happen if the guy's willing to put in some extra effort to make it worth my while."

John smiled at that. If winning Miranda's heart was what he got out of it, then he would be more than happy to put in all the extra effort in the world.

"I mean," Miranda continued, "that must be what Tom does, based on how Sarah gushes about him so much."

The smile slipped from John's face as his crush kept talking.

"She never shuts up about how great he makes her feel, or how insatiable he is, or about how generous he can be in the bedroom. I guess the massages are a part of all that."
As she spoke, she nodded her head back towards the dare in progress, where Nicole rested comfortably below Tom's hands that shone with oil. He must have been really good at it to make her look so relaxed by his touch when she normally hated his guts.

If a simple massage could turn a hateful rival into a compliant subject, then John would have to become a master masseuse too. He even considered offering his own services to his crush, but her beauty as she smiled stilled his words in his throat.

"Later," he thought, "I'll make sure to give her the best rubdown of her life before the night is over!"

John's thoughts were interrupted by Nicole's uncontrolled groaning. It was a sound somewhere between sleepy and sensual, driven out of her by Tom's hands roughly working over her upper back, between her shoulder blades. Tom was leant forward over Nicole now, like he was driving his upper body weight into either side of her spine with his fists, but Nicole didn't seem to mind.

Even with her eyes closed, Nicole could feel Tom looming over her. Balled fists dug deep into her back, grinding out tension in a way that should have been unpleasant. Breath tickled her blonde hair again, exhalations from Tom's exertions blowing against the top of her head and the back of her neck. Vaguely, Nicole knew that this meant Tom was in a dominant, almost sexual, position on top of her, but this final part of her lengthy massage felt too good for her to be concerned.

Soon, this pleasantness would be over, and she'd worry about her reputation then.

"Yeah, you like that, Nicole?" Tom grunted in her ear, pressuring her even further.

"Mmmph, yes Tom," she moaned without thinking, "it feels so good."

"You like this?"

Tom ran his hands up and down her sides now, fingertips coming dangerously close to her modest boobs.

"Oh, yes Tom," she sighed.

"What about this?" He drove his elbow firmly down into her back, below and to the side of her neck.

"Yes!" Nicole gasped, "right there, don't stop!"

"What do you want?" Tom whispered, his lips so close to her ear that they nearly brushed against it.

"Deeper, I want it deeper Tom!" Nicole groaned, writhing under his touch, arching her back so much that her ass rose up to touch his hips, his tiny dick nearly resting on her soft cheeks.

"I told you I could make you moan my name," he gloated.

Suddenly, Nicole snapped back to reality, and she realized where, and with who, she was. Like a breaching dolphin, she **** herself up, shoving Tom off her back as she surged to her elbows. The tip of his arrogant nose only barely avoided bruising contact with the back of Nicole's skull thanks to his quick reflexes. As it was, Tom still nearly fell over backwards on to Nicole's legs, only barely stopping himself by grabbing the couch with his right hand.

"I knew he was up to something," Nicole chided herself internally, "I knew he was up to something and I let my guard down anyway. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Thanks for the massage, Tom," she huffed aloud, fussing with her messy blonde hair as her cute cheeks flushed bright red. That blush only deepened as she looked up to see everyone staring at her, looks of shock on most people's faces and a smirk on Sarah's. Just like Nicole they probably couldn't believe how foolish and naïve she had been to actually trust Tom at all.

As they continued to stare, however, Nicole became more and more self concious. Was it really that surprising that Tom had gotten the better of her for once? Was this going to be an eternal source of shame she would have to live with now? Would their beady, oppressive, eyes ever stop judging her? Just when she thought she couldn't bare another second without exploding, John finally spoke up.

"Er, Nicole? Bra. . ."

Nicole glanced down. Her bra was at her elbows. Between her arms, her small and pale breasts, topped with shockingly hard nipples, were on full display. A wordless squeak escaped her lips as she threw one arm across her modest chest, rolling to one side as she did it to desperately tug her bra back into place with the other hand.

"Tom, you bastard! You slipped my bra off without me noticing? You disgusting perv!"

Tom got off of her as she ranted at him, narrowly avoiding an elbow to his gut as Nicole thrashed to cover herself. To her surprise, no one else was chastising him for the gross liberty he had taken with his dare. Only when she had her bra back over her pointy nipples, held to her chest with one hand, did she look up to see awkward looks and poorly hidden smiles.

"Haha, he asked you, Nicole," Sarah laughed.

Nicole's jaw fell open, ready to argue about that ridiculous statement Sarah had just made, but then she remembered. That latch Tom had mentioned, it was her bra, that was why her chest had felt so liberated. Blood rushed to every inch of Nicole's face, all the way to the tips of her ears. Not only had she just flashed everyone at the afterparty with her innocent breasts, worse than that, she had been wrong and Tom had been right. She would probably have rather been naked in front of everyone than for Tom to have gotten one over on her.

With every bemused eye still on her, Nicole felt her self conscious anxiety coming on again, worse than before. She needed a moment without everyone thinking about and looking at her. She needed a distraction. Lunging for the hat, she snatched it up without paying anyone else a passing glance, before shoving a hand inside in search of something to take the limelight off of her.

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