Miscegenist Sabishii (4 page)

Tony stared at me intently his fist clenching and unclenching. Finally he took in a shaky voice. He smiled at me. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Dean is a nut but he’s not completely crazy.”

He gestured to my shoulders. “May I?” I shrugged and immediately winced at the movement.

“Sure.”

He moved behind me and gently rubbed my neck and shoulders. My eyes closed again, this was heaven. Abruptly he stopped. I tried to glance at him over my shoulder but my tight muscles stopped me.

He sighed. “I’m a licensed massage therapist.”  I gave him an open mouthed look but he just held up his hand.  “I know, I’m a jack of all trades.  Look Nikki, you’re wound too tight. I can get you loosened up no problem but it would take longer than two minutes in your office. 

“What I’ll do is come over to your place tonight after work. And then I’ll rub the kinks out of your neck and back.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I just nodded my head, stunned. He

left the office closing the door after him. Now that was strange; my supervisor coming to my house to give me a massage. But Tony is more than that; he’s my friend and he happens to have a girlfriend so I guess I was cool with it. Although deep down…I’ll admit to having a jitter of excitement at the thought of Tony touching me.

After work I was nervous. I showered and changed into sweats, then shorts, and then finally a t-shirt and khakis I mean, what does one wear when getting a massage by ones supervisor/friend?

When the doorbell rang I hurried to answer. He was holding a small bottle of massage oil.

“Hey,” He said after walking in and admiring my home.  “Nice.” It was the first time he’d been inside. I have modest apartment which I’ve turned upscale with nice furnishings.

“Thanks. Would you like a drink?”

“No.” He said simply, walking past me and heading towards the bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I guess.”  He seemed impatient so I followed him into the bedroom.

“I need a towel; a bath towel.” I handed him one from my bathroom.

“Yeah, now lay on your belly,” he said gesturing from where he was standing by my bed. “I need you lying flat.”

What the hell am I doing? I thought as I lay down fully dressed. I felt Tony leaning over me as his fingers kneaded my neck and shoulders. I sighed immediately relaxing. Soon his fingers began to rub deeper into the knots and I hummed sleepily. Then his fingers began to play over the straps of my bra.

Absently he pulled them down over my shoulder and rubbed the grooves that the straps had cut into my flesh. He ran the heel of his hands down my spine inch by inch, and when he reached the clasp of my bra, I felt him reach under the bottom of my shirt and quickly unhook it. I held my breath but the heel of his hand continued its journey down my spine and truthfully it felt much better without the confining bra.

Half an hour later my muscles were liquid and I was as close to sleep as one can get and still be conscious.

“Nikki, take off your shirt.”

“Huh?” I asked fully awake.

“Take off your shirt.” He showed me the bottle of oil.  “I don’t want to ruin your shirt. And the towel is to cover you.”

I sat up slowly and Tony put the towel up to me since my bra was loose across my body and no longer holding my breasts.

I clutched the towel to my chest and stared at him. I was not about to take off my shirt! But he surprised me when he just stared at me right back. Finally, I just felt plain foolish because I was making this into an issue and he wasn’t. He’s a legal masseuse and they do massage naked skin.

When he knew he’d won the challenge he turned his back giving me a brief moment of privacy to remove my shirt and bra. Then I lay back down and tried to cover my back with the towel. I felt Tony adjust it then he rubbed something fragrant into my shoulders and neck. This time the massage was deeper- almost to the point of being painful. My neck popped and I sucked in a surprised breath, still not moving.

Tony stopped abruptly. “Did that hurt?” His voice sounded husky.

“No.” I murmured. “I could never crack my neck or back on my own… felt good.”

He slid the towel down and I caught my breath again until I felt more of the silky oil and his firm fingers kneading the knots out of my lower back. “Tony that feels wonderful…” I had to admit.

“Shhh.” he whispered.

“But you do this so well.” I murmured.

“I did this for a living for several years.”

“Really? Why in the world did you stop?”

“Because…although there is potential to make good money, nobody takes this career path seriously. Now relax. Your back is still in knots.” Firmly he pressed his thumbs into the dimples right at the swell of my buttocks just beneath my belt.

He paused again and I heard him crack his knuckles, then he focused on where my lower back curved up to my butt. I felt him move the towel and lay it across my butt. Then quickly he slid his hand underneath me and just as he had unfastened the bra he undid the button on my pants and efficiently folded it down a bit until I was exposed to the crack of my ass.

I folded my arms underneath my head and lazily watched him work. In the back of my mind, now that I was completely relaxed, I wondered rather selfishly why I’d known him all these months and I was just now getting a massage.

“Who massages the masseuse?” I asked sleepily.

Tony chuckled. “Unless Wu-tang gets fingers, nobody.”

“Not even your girlfriend?” He looked confused.

“Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“What about the girl who drives your car sometimes?”

“Oh,” he chuckled again. “That’s my cousin. She details cars, and was doing some work on mine for me.” Well, that mystery was easily solved.  Somehow hearing that made me feel even more relaxed.

He ran his fingers up my side and I giggled. “Ticklish?” He smiled when I nodded. “Let me show you something.”

He rubbed more oil into his hands then gently stroked my back from neck to ass with his fingertips and nails. I shuddered, my nipples suddenly hardening. It was so tantalizing.

“Feel good?”

I peeked at him; my arms were covered in goose bumps. “I guess.” I admitted reluctantly.

He did it again and my clitoris quivered, and I gasped.

“Stop doing that!”

“Sorry.” He grinned.

“How…how’d you know how to do that?”

“Do what?”  He asked mischievously.

I rolled my eyes.

“Ancient Chinese secret.”   He finally spoke.

“But you’re not Chinese.”

“Ahh, you remembered. Most people think all Asians are the same. That technique I learned from an erotic massage class.”

Oh no he did not just lay some erotic touch on me! “Well, Warn me before you do anymore erotic massage!”

He resumed kneading my lower back, still, my clitoris didn’t stop quivering.

“Are you still doing it?!” I tried to sit up before remembering I couldn’t since I was shirtless.

“No,” he replied surprised. “Relax, you’re getting tense again, Nikki. Breathe normally.”  I couldn’t. I was horny. I started shaking my foot. He put his hand on my ankle. “Stop.”

I inhaled and relaxed but when he started kneading my muscles again I becamed more turned on than ever.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips magically right by my ear. “Stop trying to fight it. Let the massage take you where it’s going to take you.”

I closed my eyes and took Tony’s advice to go where the massage was taking me. His fingers moved to the nape of my neck and I groaned. They moved over my shoulder and upper arm and I quivered. They glided over my sides, across the swell of my breasts and my breath got stuck in my chest. There was a soft kiss on my shoulder blade, first one then the other and I sighed.

Then Tony was kissing my neck. Oh god, I wanted to explode right then and there. I turned to him, forgetting about being shirtless and then Tony was kissing me, his mouth hungry over mine as if he had held back for a long time.

As urgent as his kisses were, his powerful hands were gentle as they cradled my face. “Nikki…” he moaned. I felt him gently thumb my erect nipple. My clitoris, leaped as if there was a direct connection between clit and nipple.  It was the most delicious feeling, just his gentle tugging on my nipple and his mouth and tongue on mine.

I pulled back and looked at him. “Tony…” I was confused. He moved his hand from my nipple to stroke my face. In his eyes I saw something I’d never seen in Dean’s or any other man’s eye. I

could see his need for me. Lightly I let my fingertips glide down his face then across his brow.

He closed his eyes and I touched where his lids should be.

While his eyes were closed I lightly kissed them and he breathed in a surprised breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”  His mouth sought out my lips and he kissed me less urgently and more sensually. It was the best damn kiss I’d ever had!

Then there was a bamming on the door and I could hear someone yelling outside.

“T-baby! I know you’re in there! T-baby!”

“Dean!” I said leaping to my feet. Tony stood trying to adjust the bulge in his pants. He cursed, and then hurried from the bedroom.

“Tony! What are you going to do?” He ignored me and I quickly pulled on my shirt, no time to bother with the bra.

TONY

After all these months I was finally living my fantasy. To be able to put my hands on Nikki’s body, to freely explore the silkiness of her skin, the fullness that a masseuse likes to feel in a client--not bones beneath skin. No, I hadn’t planned the erotic massage. All I’d wanted to do
was to work the knots out of her muscles…and yeah…to touch her.

I did not expect to be kissing her and I was totally blown away when she kissed me back. Then Dean showed up, right when it was getting heated. Nikki didn’t want me to do anything which left me confused. Did she still have feelings for Dean? Did she think I could not protect or defend myself? I opened the front door where Dean was angrily pounding on it.

“What the hell are you doing? This is a residential district- not some strip club!”

Dean pointed to the driveway. “I saw your car; I knew you were fucking her!” 

For a minute I was struck dumb. “Man, you’re drunk!” He smelled like a distillery.

“Fuck that bitch then!” I punched him in the mouth and before he hit the ground I was on top of him slamming him into the grass with a fistful of his shirt in my hands. I was enraged; enraged that he could be so disrespectful!

“I told you at the club how I felt about Nikki and you went for her anyway. Now you want to call her out of her name?!”

I slammed him angrily again. “Well she’s with me now! The knot I put on your head ain’t nothing compared to the one I’ll put in your ass if you come back around here again!”

He pushed my hands away weakly. “Shit, Tony.”

I climbed off him and he lay there rubbing his chin.

I was about to walk away but then stopped. “Why’d you do that, man? I thought we were friends?” 

He sat up slowly and then laughed bitterly. “In high school all the bitches wanted to get with you. I don’t know how many of them hoes kept coming up to me to introduce them to you. Fuck that! I kept all them hoes for myself, and the ones that didn’t get with me, I told them your moms would call them names in Japanese!”
My eyes were wide. Dean had been blocking? I couldn’t help it, I just started to chuckle. This fool was for real?

“Well you weren’t lying about my moms. She called you names all the time.” I shook my head.  “I can’t believe you man. You’re doing this over something that happened in high school?”