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   Chapter 8

   Letting go.

   (excerpts from a diary)

   ----Letting go, even if you never actually had something in your hands
is tough to
do.------------------------------------------------------------------------
----



   He's close to edge.  Sheila will push him hard.

   Having Rachel as a witness won't help but she's

   his choice, I knew that and can accept it.  But

   it won't be easy for him.

   Or her.

   "What?" Sometimes Melisa can surprise me at the wrong time.  "Yeah,
Sheila and Jeremy are teaching a summer seminar together.  We're in it." "I
know that part, goddamn it." "I'm in it, too." This was from Rachel; the
part that surprised me.  "How?" I said looking between the both of them. 
"What do you mean how?" Rachel said putting the box, full of her stuff,
down.  It was the last week in June and we were moving Rachel's stuff in. I
had thought she wouldn't be back until August but something had changed her
plans.  "Yeah, what do mean how?" Melisa put her box down too.

   I kept walking; carrying the box into the house, up the steps, and into
the huge double on the second floor.  It was not a retreat, simply picking
better ground to make a stand on.

   Sheryl was in the room moving boxes around.  She looked up at me as I
put the box on the bed.  I smiled at her.  "You might want to take a
break."

   Melisa and Rachel stormed into the room, and all but threw their boxes
on the bed before turning to confront me.  Sheryl looked at them, looked at
me; I shrugged, she started laughing knowingly.  I stared at her for a
moment, there was an edge to that laugh that had nothing to do with my
situation as it stood for the moment.  Catching the look I gave her, she
walked out of the room.  "What the fuck do you mean how?" Melisa came close
to raising her voice into an all-out shout.  We had a discussion about one
time about my hearing and her shouting, I told her I would not respond to
shouting, yelling or any other raised voiced actions.

   I looked at both of them.  Rachel was looking at Melisa strangely.  It
didn't prevent her from turning laser-like blue eyes on me.  I sat on
Rachel's bed and leaned back.  I looked up at both them.  Melisa took a
step closer, after a moment's thought Rachel took that step also.  I kept
looking at them.

   From up close, the differences between them were striking.  Melisa's
doll-like features almost painfully thin at first glance, and Rachel's own
California features.  Both athletic but Rachel had the natural size, both
in height and build.

   Rachel began to shift her weight uncomfortably as I continued to study
them.  She had known that I had wanted her since we met in our freshman
year.  I had never tried to hide it; always willing to drop anything except
major schoolwork if she needed something.  She must have wondered why I had
never made a move on her.  Everyone that knew me, knew I wanted her.  I had
always kept my distance on the subject of being with her though. 
Sometimes, I had wondered myself why I hadn't pushed the issue.  Maybe the
best explanation was that she never gave an indication that she and I, as
an us ever crossed her mind.  She never acknowledged that I wanted her
until Melisa.

   Melisa cleared her throat and looked down at me.  There was something in
her eyes that I had seen every time we spoke to or were with Rachel.  My
Sisters had told me not to try figure out the actions or motivations of the
Siblings, not even a particular Sibling I was close to.  I would just give
myself a headache, I was told

   "David, Sibling and Brothers are two different species.  You can figure
out the simple things or in specifics you can make general assumptions. 
You can know why a Sibling is a Sibling in a general way.  But anything
complex or dealing with a specific Sibling's actions; we can't figure out
too much.  We don't think like they do.  We don't have the same needs."

   I knew Melisa was up to something but I couldn't quite put my finger on
much more than Rachel was involved.  Melisa kicked my foot.  Rachel gasped
and started giggling.  I looked at Melisa and sighed.  "Well?" "Let's see,
Melisa." I said counting things off on my finger "One, it's a level 400
seminar; which are reserved for majors only, two) Rachel is not a major
which means she requires special permission, and three) the only way to get
permission is to be given it by the professors whom she does not know, has
never taken a class with and are inundated with requests for permission. 
Rachel, why the hell do you even want to take this class?"

   She shrugged saying "It fills three requirements." "Shit"

   She sat down on her bed, "I told you I took a hit.  I talked to the dean
and she said that because of the professors, the level and the writing
involved.  The class will fulfill my writing requirement, one humanities,
and one social science." "How?" "The writing requirement is easy; most
non-science majors kill it with any number of classes but level 400 and
graduate classes are weighed if you're not in the major." she smiled. 
"Remember what you told me when I started get as much crossover as
possible."

   I remembered that conversation, I remembered all of the conversations I
had with Rachel.  "But, Rachel, it's not easy.  I mean, Jesus, it's an
eight week course and the writing is tough for people that are in the
majors." "I talked to both of the professors and when they heard that I
lived with you and Melisa, they said if you two helped me I would be okay.
Dr.  Petrov said that her portion was going to be a group paper so she
would put the three of us together in one group.  Dr.  Ryan said it would
good for the group to have an academically unbiased viewpoint."

   I sighed and laid back on the bed.  I could see a pattern developing
slowly around me, Melisa was at the heart of it as she had been from the
beginning of all of this.  I knew Jeremy was a fellow conspirator of hers
but I couldn't think of a reason that Dr.  Petrov would let Rachel into the
class.  I had talked to the 7 other people in the class, all of us were
seniors or graduate students taking the class because of the professors.  I
got up from the bed went downstairs to take the rest of Rachel's things to
her newbedroom.



   He's beginning to see what I'm doing.

   He can't understand it, I know that's

   the basis of the Sibling, Brother rela tionship.  They are so simple
sometimes

   to understand, but they can't think that

   someone else might need different things.

   Maybe that's what makes him a Brother, he

   can't see that I need him stable, happy.

   He still sees me as a non, when he crosses

   over he'll at least accept that I'm not.

   I walked into the room behind Rachel and Melisa.  Rachel had been
nervous.  We had bought the books ahead of time and they almost sent Rachel
into a panic until Melisa started reassuring her.  It's only one book per
week, etc.  I stood around agreeing.  Later on that night I talked to
Rachel making sure she knew I would be helping her as much as possible.

   Professor Ryan was staring out the window on the far side, Dr.  Petrov
was sitting at the table looking through some of the books.  She was
younger than most professors.  I had heard she had skipped a number of
grades early on in her education , done college, and a master's in 5 years.
She looked no older than 25 and was seriously been considered for tenure at
our school.  The only problem was the associate professors that had been
with the university longer than her were flipping; even if her books were
well received by the academic community.  The other people in the class
were looking around nervously.  They were all seniors and graduates who
looked on this class as a chance to get good recommendations from Dr. 
Petrov and Dr.  Ryan, I relaxed as a few of the more obnoxious examples of
wanna-be academics had been cut from the class.

   Melisa walked to the back of the class.  Rachel and I followed along in
her wake.  I saw a few people looking at Rachel; the men in appreciation,
both males and females wondering what she was doing here.  I had pretty
much resigned myself to the scenario.  A couple of the females said hello
to Melisa as she passed them by.She had always been aloof but not
unfriendly so most of our peers were comfortable enough to talk to her
easily.  She sat down with Rachel and I taking seats on either side of her.
Dr.  Ryan turned from the window as soon as we took our seats and picked up
some folders from the desk.  Dr.  Petrov stood up, put her hands on the
desk and asked us all to form a circle.  Dr.  Ryan waited as we all loudly
rearranged the chairs.  Once we were done, he handed half of the folders to
Dr.  Petrov and started to hand them out to one half of the circle; Dr. 
Petrov started handing them out at the opposite end.  A quick count showed
that she would be handing me my folder.  I turned to face her and waited
patiently.  As she handed me the folder, she hesitated before letting go. I
looked up at her, frowning slightly.  She smiled down at me, I had taken
her for other classes so I smiled back at her.  She pushed the folder
toward me.  I looked down as the motion caught me off-balance.  She was
holding the folder strangely, in her right hand with her thumb underneath,
four fingers on top, two fingers together spread away from her ring finger
and her pinky spread away from her ring finger also.  The grip worked to
frame what I was supposed to notice, a man's style ring with a wet-concrete
colored set into it.  On the left side a man standing etched so purely that
even with wrists chained there is an undeniable arrogance to the stance and
angle of the head.  On the right side, a woman in the same pose; the exact
same arrogance.

   Dr.  Petrov let go of the folder, turned and walked to sit behind the
desk.  I could hear Dr.  Ryan speaking to class but I was still looking at
her.  She was staring back; there was arrogance in the tilt of her head as
we shared eye contact.  She was challenging me to a contest but I did not
know the rules.  I stared back at her, a new player.  I smiled at her, no
arrogance in it only patience, and deliberately turned away from her to
look at Melisa.  She was staring at me, measuring and waiting also.  I
nodded to her with the same deliberateness I had used to turn from Dr. 
Petrov acknowledging the new stage we had entered.



   Mom said somethings, I would not understand

   until I had a Brother of my own.  One of those

   things was how patient they could be.  We

   came back from class and I knew he was

   thinking about Sheila but the only way you

   could really tell was that he was quiet, but

   he's always quiet anyway, so maybe not.  He

   sat with Rachel and I patiently listening to

   Rachel having a panic attack as if he didn't

   want to ask me about Sheila.  Maybe he didn't.

   I stared at her.

   I was waiting for her to talk about it.  Rachel had finally calmed down
again, it had taken less time than the last time she realized in how deep a
shit she had landed trying to cut corners with this particular class.  I
had decided only one person could pulling the strings on that one though
there was a supporting cast but one person was the primary influence.  She
was trying very hard not to make eye contact.  The pattern was becoming
more obvious and the style of the planner even more so.  I hadn't been
annoyed much but I acknowledged to myself that there better be a good
reason to use Rachel in all of this.  I stared at her.  She started
fidgeting and even tried to stare me down.  I let the small smile of
surprise show on my face before I settled down for the wait.  "She's a grey
ring." she broke down after a few more minutes.

   I leaned back a little deeper into the chair and brought my foot up to
rest on my other knee.  I nodded for her to continue.  "What do you want to
know?" she asked in what was obviously a last ditch to maintain some kind
of control of the situation.



   She sighed, "She's not a Brother or a Sibling, more of a Sibling than a
Brother though." My forehead wrinkled as I considered that.  "She's really
in between, or maybe it's like she likes both sides of it." I considered
that for a moment and nodded in understanding.  I listened to the rest of
her explanation discarding what I didn't need.  There seemed to be only
about 100 grey rings.  They didn't actually have a name.  They didn't have
access to the Siblings in the way the Brothers did, but they didn't want
that.  The seduction, maybe conquest would be a better word, was what was
important to them.  Both their seducing a Sibling, and a Brother conquering
them.  I stroked my lower lip as Melisa continued to talk.  I didn't
understand Siblings but the grey ring had tossed me for a bit of loop. 
Mostly because Melisa's manipulation came distinctly into focus.

   My introduction to the Society, Rachel, and now Dr.  Petrov, all had
been handled the exact same way by the exact same hand.  I could not read
the end results of the manipulations but I could see the technique used.  I
stood up to pace around for a minute going over everything that had gone on
since I was introduced to the Brotherhood.  I had been handled for that and
I understood but I could see I was still being handled to a great extent
and still by the same person.

   I got pissed.



   Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.

   Sigh.  Mom was right, very few things

   are more dangerous than a calm Brother,

   but one of those things is definitely

   a Brother pushed to showing emotion.



   Rachel was pissed at me.  Sheryl was sporting "I told you so!" in
everything from her whistle, to her walk, to every eye contact she made
with Melisa.

   The second day of class was interesting, Dr.  Ryan could barely stop
himself from laughing at every nervous glance that Melisa gave me.  Dr. 
Petrov kept looking between Melisa and I with more than a touch of interest
in her eyes.  The class could feel there was something going on between the
five of us, but didn't know what to think of it.

   I ignored them all.

   We were handed out appointment dates with the professors.  I was not
surprised to see that I would be meeting Dr.  Petrov later that day.  A few
things had been confessed as being unchangeable so I accepted them as such,
Dr.  Petrov was one of them.  I looked over at Melisa, she started a
conversation with Rachel about her appointment time.  Rachel tried to shoot
me an evil glare, I ignored that too.



   I walked into the office after the voice inside said to come in.  Dr. 
Petrov had a small office, maybe some small payback by other professors for
her popularity with the students and administration.  She reclined back in
her chair and gestured at a chair to the right of her desk.  I sat down in
it studying the room.  It was exactly like her; organized, the stack of
books showed a variety of intellectual interests, and coursing through the
entire room a touch of femininity.

   We entered a staring match, but it wasn't a contest.  We were simply
studying each other at the same time.  She was my height, short black hair,
brown eyes.  She favored Melisa's build, compact while womanly.  She was
attractive but probably more because she projected so much competence and
intelligence.  "We will, unfortunately, not be, Mr.  Feather." she
challenged.  "Umm...  why not?" "I have a lot to lose should I be caught,
or should there be rumors that I am in an affair with a student." she
explained smiling.  I nodded.  I would have to prove myself.  The rest of
the appointment was spent in discussion of what was expected of me in the
class.



   Teehee.



   What followed was a month of frustration like I have not experienced
since the onset of puberty.  I tried everything, and I mean everything. 
Flowers, good work, bad work, great work, an apple, making unnecessary
appointments.  It was embarrassing.  Melisa was put through her sexual
paces as the frustration built but it really didn't do anything.  I still
wanted Melisa sexually but a majority of the time I was trying to scratch a
sexual itch I could not get to.  I wanted Sheila.  She had told me not to
call her that.  Melisa spent most of her time trying to contain smug
laughter, Sheryl spent much of her time around us doing the same thing. 
Rachel knew something was going on, I think she spent most of her time
knowing something was going on but not knowing exactly what.  I wondered
what Melisa was telling her about the whole situation.  I got pissed and
then more frustrated.  Sheila had begun to ride me now, nothing I turned in
was good enough.  Rachel was starting to get worried since we were putting
in so much work and it seemed like none of it was good enough.  We weren't
doing bad enough to get even close to failing but being in the class and
not getting good grades was stressing Rachel.



   Something has to break soon.



   I studied the New York skyline, it was nighttime and I had volunteered
to close the restaurant for one of the other busboys.  I had kept both my
jobs even with the change of financial status.  I didn't really have
anything to do over the summer and the jobs at least stabilized a small
part of my schedule.

   The restaurant was a McDonald's for people with money.  Nothing really
high classed enough to be intimidating, but the menu can put a hurting on
your wallet.  I had finished resetting the tables from the Saturday setup
into the Sunday setup and was leaning against a table with my tie in my
hand just looking in the city thinking about the last month.  "Hey, David,
man.  You still here?" I heard from behind me.

   I turned around to see the side order cook walking up behind me.  I
shook his out-stretched hand before I replied "Just got done, Josh." "Long
night, man?"

   It had been a regular Saturday; overbooked, pissed off diners, pissed
off management, pissed off cooks.  I sniffed a laugh and nodded.  I hadn't
really noticed but Josh didn't need to know I had been too busy thinking to
notice the night pass by.  Eight hours of brainless work had let me bounce
against some mental walls.  "You work tomorrow, man?" he asked.  "Na, dude.
I only work Fridays and Saturdays now." I shrugged.  "School?" "Not really,
just planning to put in more hours at my job at school this year." A ready
excuse.  He nodded, "Wanna go for a beer man at the go-go bar?  Some of the
guys headed that way." "No.  I'm just gonna go home and go to bed.  Thanks
anyway though." "Alright, if you change your mind just stop by, I'll buy
your first beer." He shook my hand and worked his way around tables to go
out the back door.

   I stood there for a few more minutes.  I heard the other busboys at the
bar waiting for tips.  I walked up to the bar and sat down waiting for
them. "Hey, Dave.  Is that your Beamer?" I looked at the bartender asking
the question.  There are two on Saturdays.  "It's my housemate's." "Your
housemate let's you drive their BMW?" I shrugged.

   He looked at me trying to find a way to get more out of me.  I hadn't
never associated with more than 2 or 3 people at work so he would have to
wait until they asked.  The other bartender finished the tip-out and
started handing out money.  I had made a c-note and almost laughed
remembering the balance on my bank book.  The other busboys noisily made
their way out the front door.  I waved goodbye, most of them were new at
the job.  I sat while the bartenders cleaned up and closed the bar.  The
manager and I made small talk.  He was alumni of my university and wanted
dates for a few events.  I told him I would email them to him.  Finally, I
got up and walked to the back of the restaurant and up to the employee
dressing area.  I could see a light under the manager's office but didn't
think much of it.  I started to change still moving as if my body was on
autopilot.  The two bartender's came up stairs to change and left before I
was done.  I heard the manager open the office and walk inside.  I heard
him talk to someone inside.  He was still talking when he came out and saw
me still changing.  "David's still here." he called into the office.  "Hey,
David can you do me a favor?" "What's up, man?" "Mary wants to stay and do
about a half-hour's worth of work so that she doesn't have to come in
tomorrow, but her car's in the shop.  Can you keep her company while she's
here and wait with her for a cab when's she's done?" he looked hopeful
enough for me to know he had plans for the night and waiting for Mary
didn't include them.  "Yeah, no problem." I replied closing my locker. 
"You sure, man?" I shrugged, "Tell her to forget the cab, I'll just give
her a ride home.  It's on the way to my place anyway.  No reason for her to
pay." "Thanks a lot." He hurried inside as if he were afraid I would change
my mind.

   I could hear conversation inside the office.  He came out carrying a
change of clothes, he said thanks again and rushed down the steps.

   I walked up to the door and looked inside, Mary looked up from the
computer screen, "Hey, baby." I smiled at her, "Hey, sweetie."

   Mary was one of those 2 or three people that I talked to at work.  I
would say it was purely altruistic, and I only talked to her because she
was right around my age, an English major in literature, but it wasn'tbe
true.  She was 5'7, strawberry blonde hair more on the strawberry side than
blonde, had the most incredible blue-green eyes.  To cap it all off, she
had the second best ass I had ever seen on a woman.  The best was in
grammar school and the girl eventually lost it, so it probably doesn't
count.  Quite a few of the guys at restaurant had tried their hands at
getting into her pants but none had succeeded.  I had seen that and decided
not to bother.  She always called me baby, so I teased her with the
sweetie. "Thanks for waiting." she said to me.  "No problem.  I'll even
give you a ride home." "You don't have to, David." she told me.  "It's no
big deal, it's halfway to my place anyway.  Why let you take a cab?" "You
sure?"

   I nodded and sat down at the chair next to the table.  Mary earned extra
money at the restaurant by doing a lot of the paperwork, I had known she
was getting ready to quit and this was a way to transition hersekf out.  I
also knew she was serious about her boyfriend but was still edging away
from anything more serious commitment than having each other's keys.  We'd
talked about it once on a slow day.  She loved him, but wasn't sure if that
was it, and really wasn't ready for happily ever after to start yet. 
"How's your summer going?" she asked me.  "It's okay.  I'm taking a class.
Found a place for the year." I replied.  "Nice place?" she asked as she
continued to type in data.  "Yeah, it's a very nice.  I'm lucky to have
found it." "How's the housemates?" she asked smiling.  I'd had a history of
shitty roommates and housemates, I had told her about the choice few. 
"Actually, I like my roomates.Three females." She laughed, "I bet you do."

   I shrugged innocently.  "Is the girl that dropped you off yesterday one
of them?"

   I nodded.  Melisa had needed the car yesterday to go car buying.  She
had dropped me by the valet parking in front of the restaurant.  Needless
to say, it caused a lot of raised eyebrows; especially after an
enthusiastic good-bye.  She had been wearing an outfit designed to make men
stare and infuriate women.  Melisa may be short but it's proportional and
symmetrical so in the right outfit it can hurt.  "Is she more than that?"
she asked tongue in cheek.  "Not really." I said.  She turned from the
screen to look at me.  "Maybe a little more." "Uhhuh." "I heard you were
quitting soon." she told me.  "I decided to follow you out, sweetie.  How
could I work here without my Mary?" I teased.  She laughed again.  "When?"
she asked.  "Late september.  I know all the bussers are new so I told them
I would stay until they know how many are keepers.  But I already cut my
Sundays." She nodded, "What are you gonna do?" I shrugged, "I never really
needed the money, so it's no big deal.  I already payed for next year's
schooling and am still way on top financially.  I really don't have to do
anything except write and get ready for law school.  What about you?  You
just graduated and you're still here." She glared at me comically, "I got a
few offers, I'm waiting for the writing agent to get back to me before I
take one of the other ones." She had applied for a position with a big
agent for writers in the city, she had said she had kicked ass and was just
waiting for him to call back before saying yes.  "How much longer are you
going to have to wait?" I asked.  "I called him up, yesterday.  He said he
had one interview that had been rescheduled for today but unless that
person was fantastic,he would be offering me the position.  This person had
rescheduled three times so he was pretty sure the interview was not going
to go well since if not for the rescheduling he could have had the position
filled for a week now."

   I nodded.  "So with any luck, I'll be handing in my two weeks on
Monday."

   I clapped.  She reached over to poke my shoulder.

   I watched as she continued to enter numbers into the computer.  She was
really attractive in that girl next door fashion.  Very light skin, with
touches of freckles on her nose, nicely shaped lips, healthy; not much in
the breast department but great breasts combined with that ass would have
been too much.  Those eyes put her over the top anyway, the way they
changed color with clothing, lighting and sometimes mood.  I had wondered
what color they would be in the midst of passion, maybe a dark green or a
light blue even.  Would they change after release?

   I shook myself internally.  I sat quietly for about ten minutes staring
at the ceiling continuing to think about my situation with Sheila.  The
frustration was lessening slowly, I had felt it begin to recede couple of
days ago.  I wasn't giving up on having her but I was much calmer about the
whole thing now.

   I watched Mary stop typing for a second to lean her head forward and rub
at the base of her neck.  "I could do that if you want."

   She looked at me for a second before nodding.  I stood up to stand
behind her chair, I put my hands down about two inches from her neck and
applied pressure.  I understood her hesitation, most of the guys at the
restaurant had talked about her and tried to score her (their words).  I
hadn't bothered mostly because considering female tastes at times there
were much better choices.  I talked to her when I worked with her, but
didn't make a point of it.  Even though I complemented her and showed
interest in that "you're female, I'm male let's not forget, okay" way, I
alway made sure it wasn't intimidating.  I started to apply pressure to her
between her shoulder and neck and releasing it slowly.  I started thinking
about what had happened over the last month again, working with my hands
always allows me to think better.

   I had made a mistake with Sheila, actually I had made many mistakes.  I
had played her game, plus I had allowed Melisa to much slack after the
major card, the Society, had been played.  The mistake with Melisa was
understandable, I had not had that much female attention and the type of
attention can be disconcenserting.  The confrontation had been interesting
even if none of the women in the house had quite gotten over it yet.  The
full confession of everything Melisa had planned for me pissed me off. 
After a lot of thought, it helped me understand her much better though.  I
had not really considered how different internally she was from me;
complete with different needs and motivations.  I had thought they would be
just the opposite side of my own.  They weren't.  I had allowed her to
continue with the rest of her planning, most was to my benefit with the few
exceptions for her own benefit would benefit me indirectly anyway.  The
most surprising thing about her plans was the depth to which she had begun
to wind her life around mine.  I was being used as an center point around
who's gravity she could play safely.  That was one of the hardest things to
understand about that need to have a center, I still did not understand it
much more than she had chosen me for it.  My mistake with Sheila I had
begun to see was not understandable, I had obviously been thrown
off-skelter and the correction, emotionally, had been made in the last few
hours.

   I started rubbing the left side of Mary's neck.  She leaned her head in
the opposite direction to give me better access.  I transfered my opposite
hand over to use both hands to deal with the tension in her neck.  I kept
switching using just fingertips, to most of my fingers, to having my palm
on her neck squeezing and carrying that squeeze up and off her neck.  After
a minute, she leaned her head the other way so that I could do the other
side.  The exact same switching was done to that side; fingertips, to
fingers, to using my entire hand to relax her neck.  I moved my hands on
each side of her and started to rub my palms against the ends of her
shoulders, she started typing again.  I worked on her shoulders and the
upper part of her biceps and triceps.

   I started planning the solution to my Sheila problem, correcting the
emotional error didn't mean that I had found the answer to the problem I
had created.  I had allowed her to dictate but I didn't have a way to
remove that power from her hands.  I moved my hands to the base of her neck
and traced my fingers to behind her earlobes, pressed in slightly and
started to moving my fingers in small circles.  I traced the back of her
ear with applied pressure.  I placed three fingers right where the
cheekbone and ear almost touched and pushed her skin forward until I was on
her temples.  Moving in slow backwards circles, I alternated fingers, every
few seconds I would run a finger across her forehead.  I felt the chair
bump into me as she flexed her shoulders after a few minutes.  I moved back
down to her shoulders, and down to the her upper back.  She stood up all of
a sudden and without looking at me turned the chair around so that the back
of it was no longer in my way.  I stopped for a second, considering.  I let
the thought pass.  Well, I let go of the expectation anyway.

   I started working on her shoulders again.  I worked on her shoulders,
her neck, upper arms and forearms.  I knew she had been problems recently
with Derik, her boyfriend.  He had started to seriously apply pressure for
a much larger committment.  I thought she was having a lot of problems
concentrating because every now and then the keys would become silent and
she would take a deep breath before I could just make out the keys.  It
became a game, a small way to control the expectation at the possibillities
inherent in the situation.

   I had been practicing my backrubs on Melisa for a couple of months.  I
had graduated to not thinking of them as backrubs but minor massages.  I
had gotten much better at it with a partner always willing to be on the
receiving end.  I had gotten much better at quite a few things with a
partner always willing to be on the receiving end.

   Finally, I moved to her back.  Starting between her shoulders, I worked
my fingers to her shoulderblades waiting for her to say something.  The
keys got silent again.  I worked the upper part of her back for about five
minutes before she moved again.  She was wearing a light summer sweater
because of the air conditioning.  She reached down to pull the sweater over
her head, leaving just her in a white t-shirt and bra.  I took a deep quiet
breath.  It was a mistake.  I had lowered my head to take that breath and
noticed she was wearing light brown string pants, light summer pants that
look like sweat pants but are really thin.  The only thing that really
holds them up are the string tied at the waist.  On a normal woman they
look good, if she has a nice ass they look great, if she's got more than a
nice ass you're in trouble, on Mary, I was almost dead in the water.  But I
had gotten better at managing trouble, it was the willing partner.

   Another quiet breath helped.  While I tried to regain control, I put my
thumbs on opposite sides of high on her back and applying pressure brought
the tips inward to touch at her spine.  I started at the top and worked my
way down.  Mistake #2

   I had not thought where that would eventually end up.  She leaned
forward, with her ass over the edge of chair, her head resting on her
forearms on the back of the chair.  This would have been problematic simply
because that ass in that position had blood rushing towards one location in
my body.  I also had a problem with my positioning she kept folding in
interesting fashion to where I had to finally go down on one knee.  The
attention on my position while trying enjoying a beautifully shaped ass in
a position where it can be enjoyed caused a further problem.

   Hmm, not really a problem but if she had not meant for it to go much
further than a clothed massage, I might have thought about not doing what
followed.  I was rubbing my thumbs from the outside of her back to her
spine working my way down her back.  I was staring down at the way her ass
looked just at the edge of the chair with her leaning forward.  I was
trying to make sure that while the decision for it to stop is hard for her
the decision is still hers.  I had pretty much decided that this was going
to go as far as she wanted it to go.  I was going to make her to make a
gutcheck before she said stop but if she said stop I would.  I was trying
so hard to focus on my position, her ass at the same time that I didn't see
the third developing situation.  The position had forced the t-shirt which
was small (what the hell is it with female t-shirts that they're that short
anyway) to ride up about three inches up her back.  The initial contact I
barely noticed, it was the running my thumbs under pressure to her spine
along bare skin that caught me.  At her spine, I switched techniques.  I
moved my thumbs back across the skin I had just traversed.

   After that I moved my thumbs down, and did it again.

   Again.

   I was just above her pants, and she leaned forward a little bit exposing
just a touch of skin that the pants covered.  I thought about whether she
knew what she was doing at this point.

   Probably better than I did.  And it could all have been in enjoyment of
a massage anyway.

   I had been doing my motion inward with my thumbnails pointing toward her
head.  II decided against this particular motion.  She had made a small
move, it was time for me to reciprocate it.  I turned my thumbs toward each
other and move them down to the waist of her pants, then I turned them so
they pointed towards the floor, on the turn I got my thumbpads touching the
skin just beneath the waist of her pants.  I moved them an inch towards her
spine, and then back.  Two inches toward her spine, and then back.  I did
this until I made contact with her lower spine, I returned my fingers to
the outer part of her lower back, and then back to her spine.  At her
spine, I started inching my way outwards.

   At this point, I dropped all internal pretenses internally of not trying
to have her naked and beneath me.  I started planning, still with no
expectation, but planning every move after this one.  I had several things
going for me.  Lots of practice, Melisa and Sheryl had been more than happy
to be massaged and even Rachel had gotten into the act after the second
joint paper.  Secondly, a willingless to be patient, this could take as
long as it would take and in the end if nothing happenned then nothing
happenned.  Thirdly, and probably the best one in this situation a higher
body temperature than women.  People don't understand there's an average
temperature for people but there can be a lot of variation.  I read that
females run at a lower average temperature than males to begin with, and I
run about 1.5 degrees warmer than that.  A doctor had once told me I would
have problem producing active sperm because of this unless my system needed
to run at that temperature.  Anyway, if I'm having a good day this puts me
at about 2.5-3 degrees warmer than a female.

   It seems to make a significant difference.

   I moved to the outside of her back still just underneath her pants, I
kept going this time around the upper part of her hips, still just
underneath her pants.  I moved around just to the front of her hips.  I
pulled my thumbs out, turned my hands so that my fingers were laying on her
stomach and keeping them in contact with her skin I brought them around to
her back.  I had pulled up enough to be underneath her t-shirt about
one-third of the way from her pants to her breasts.  I started to work on
the middle of her back, fingertips to skin.

   I slowed down the forward progress.  I was getting excited and needed to
take it easy for awhile, the next move had to be hers or I'd lose the
opportunity being made slowly available.

   What I wanted to do, was slide the chair out from under her, pull her
pants down and take her in one savage thrust that would send her spiraling
into orgasm, instead I worked up and down her back with fingertips and
palms, waiting.



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