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The Back Rub (M/F Rom)
The Beginning
by G Smith



This is an adult story and contains scenes of unexpurgated sex between 
consenting adults.  It's for adults only.  If you're not an adult as 
defined by your community, or the enjoyment of this type of story is 
illegal in your community, delete this file now.

Otherwise, enjoy.

There are a number of people who have provided me with encouragement and 
support.  Two of them, in particular, are accomplished writers 
themselves.  I'm not in their class but I thank them anyway.   I am 
somewhat reluctant to mention their names but mes cheres, tres belles, 
know who they are.

For you wannabe writers, I urge you to take the advice given to me.  If 
you have a story, write it.  What can they do to you?  Hell, ask me!  
This is my first story and I'm having all the first timer's reactions.



The Back Rub
The Beginning




It started with a message on my voicemail.

"Hi babe.  Those damn fuckers.  I just got out the meeting and I've had 
it.  I'm going home.  See you tomorrow."

I had some trouble hearing the message because she'd called from her car 
and the cell phone wasn't living up to its advertised crystal clarity.  
Her voice was also low; she sounded very dispirited.

I was late getting back to my office after trying to wrestle another 
dose of reality down the throats of the developers.  So, both of us had 
a trying day, had we.



Marty and I had started with the company about the same time.  She was 
their new marketing hope, lots of big city experience and drive.  Early 
30s, she was just over 6' in her heels, black hair cut short, smart 
dresser, nice enough to look at, more so when she began moving around.  
Then, she was dynamite.  She attacked the space around her and her rapid 
movement attracted the eye.  There always seemed to be a aura of barely 
suppressed energy about her. 

As a contract manager, I was hired because I knew the market, the key 
clients and a little about delivering software applications.  We made 
ourselves into a team but only during work hours.  She seemed more 
interested in the young, high flyers downtown and that disqualified me 
on two out of three counts.  Still, there was always hope.



What made the message pique my interest was her use of "babe".  While we 
called ourselves all sorts of names, that hadn't been one of them.  She 
really sounded down.  I had been to her place only once when I helped 
her move an antique bonnet chest from her sister's.  Could I cheer her 
up?  Should I?  "Faint heart, etc. etc."  She only had to say, "No."

This should be a little special so I decided to arm myself with the 
appropriate weapons designed to at least gain entrance.  Stopping at a 
shopping mall, I picked up some red wine that I thought she'd like, 
assorted finger foods and three blood red gladiolus stems (the last 
north of Texas, probably).

Walking back to the car, I passed one of those shops that sells soaps, 
oils and other slithery, scented liquids.  "What she needs is a back 
rub," I thought.

Fifteen minutes and several more swipes of the plastic later, I was 
ready.

Driving across the city to her apartment, I wasn't sure about all I 
hoped to gain.  "See what happens.  Don't push it." ran through my mind 
like some kind of calming mantra.

One thing looked good as I turned onto her street.  Some one had messed 
up and left a parking space.  Nope, didn't look like there was another 
movie shoot.  Whispering a thanks to the traffic gods, I started up the 
walk towards her building.

Now, this could be a problem.  If I rang her number, she'd just as 
likely say she was too tired.  (I don't go for pressing numbers at 
random until some poor dumb soul buzzes me through.)  But, there was a 
couple leaving as I pulled the outer door open.  Seeing me all decked 
out with appropriate "date" type packages, he winked over the head of 
his girl friend, wished me "Bonne chance" and let me through.  The draw 
bridge was down!



Ringing her door buzzer, I  felt the sweat trickling down my sides.  I 
could sense her looking through the security peep hole and heard the 
lock snick back.

"Hi there...how are you?"  When all fails, crib a line from The Eagles.

Marty was wearing a silk shortie robe, tied at the waist.  Her makeup 
was off, her hair was wet and all I could see were her big, dark eyes 
widening as she realized what she was facing.

"Here, these need water," handing her the glads.  "This needs opening," 
pushing a bottle of wine in her other hand.  "This, I'll light myself," 
flourishing a tall candle.  For some reason, I had remembered that her 
favourite scent was Patchouli.

There was a pause that went on and on.  The touch of one of her cats 
figure eighting around her ankles startled her.  "Come in, you're here 
now."  Not the most auspicious welcome, but it wasn't, "Hit the road, 
Jack."

"Don't put your coat there; there's cat hair all over that chair.  Let 
me take it."  Shrugging out of it, I handed it over and she took it into 
her bedroom.  I didn't know where to go so I stayed right where I was.  
The cat came over to investigate.

Coming back out, she said, "Are you just going to stand there?"  Picking 
up the flowers and the wine, she walked into the kitchen.  "There're 
glasses in the cabinet.  Don't pet Fleur; she bites."  That's OK.  Blue 
pin striped suits and cat fur don't go together.

A little warning, there?  I didn't know but I got the glasses without 
suffering any blood letting.

"So, why are you here?" was Marty's question as she popped the cork from 
the wine bottle.

"Well, you sounded so down in your message that I decided you needed a 
soothing back rub."  Holding up my last bag of scents and oils, "I have 
these to help out.  They're guaranteed to make you feel better."  It was 
a little lame, but I was winging it.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"No and we're going to start right now.  No ifs, ands or buts.  Bring 
the wine with you."

Now, we had treated each other as equals at work.  She knew her job and 
I knew mine.  We had been able to work together and do some good stuff.  
This was a decided departure from our usual bantering back and forth.  I 
really thought she needed someone to treat her nicely tonight and if I 
had to push a little, I would.

Standing still, Marty looked at me as I took the candles and bottles of 
oils out of the bag.  On top of her fridge, at the back, I could see a 
couple of ash trays remaining from her ex.  They would be good enough 
for the larger candles.  I had bought some coloured glass holders for 
the tea candles.

"Come on, Marty.  This will make you feel better," and I turned to go 
out of the kitchen.  Fleur was standing in the doorway.  "Look, Puss.  
Move way or you get drop kicked into next week."  (Not a chance, the cat 
would cut me to ribbons if I even looked sideways at her.  Besides, I 
like cats.)  She moved, though.

I walked into her bedroom and started setting up.  One of the large 
Patchouli candles went onto her bedside table, the other on her dresser.  
Lighting them, I then lit and placed the little tea candles in their 
holders around the room.  Finally, I turned out the lights.

"What are you doing?" came from the door way.

"When we finished, you're going to go right to sleep.  Better here than 
in the living room.  This way, you won't have to move."  That was all 
the rationale I could think of.

"I don't think so, G.  I really don't want to do anything but..."

"No, Marty," I interrupted.  "Tonight you need some one to do something 
good to you, just for you."

Marty was quite proud of her wrought iron bed frame and she had 
decorated the room in white.  (This was the first time I had been in 
here.)  The bed itself seemed piled with five feet of comforter, 
pillows, throws and the other things that women, now living alone, 
soothe their souls with.

"Do you have a big towel?, I asked Marty.  "I don't want to get anything 
on your sheets."  I pulled the comforter and the top sheet down to the 
foot of the bed.  "This is your own, very private place.  I appreciate 
your even letting me in the door."

As I folded the bedclothes neatly, Marty remained standing in the 
doorway.  As I moved back towards her, she held up one hand.  Taking it 
in mine, I moved closer to her.

"Look, we've always been les deux etrangers, us against les autres.  
Tonight's back rub is just between you and me.  No one else will know."

She didn't pull her hand away but there was a questioning look on her 
face.

"Marty, let me do it."  I was speaking very quietly.  "You'll have the 
next 15 or 20 minutes just for yourself.  Indulge yourself a bit.  I 
guarantee it will be worth it.  Back rubs are something I know and I 
want to give you this special treat tonight.  Maybe it will make up for 
the shitty time you had this afternoon."

The lines began disappearing from her face.  "Why a back rub?  My bath 
relaxed me."

"Then, this will be the icing on the cake."

I could see her thinking about the prospect.  The set of her shoulders 
started to soften and I could see a very small smile light up in her 
eyes.  Nodding her head once, Marty whispered, "Okay."

Moving very close to her, I raised her hand and lightly kissed the ring 
on her index finger.  Looking her right in the eyes, I could smell the 
perfume from her bath.  "This is your place.  You set the rules and you 
control what happens in here."  I paused to give her time to accept 
that.  " Now, about that towel?"

Marty put the wine and glasses down and went into her bathroom.  I took 
my jacket off and put in on the chest under the window.  Rolling up the 
sleeves of my shirt, I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands.  This 
would make sure that they were clean as well as warming them up.

Moving back to the bedroom, I saw Marty had got out one of those big 
beach towels.

"Perfect," I said and spread it out on the bed.  "Would you like some 
wine?"  I knew that I was going to need something soon.  "There's also a 
couple of things to munch on.  Have you had anything to eat?

I felt there was some sort of momentum going but I certainly wasn't 
going to force anything with her.  I had probably usurped all the 
control I could.  Pouring the wine wouldn't break the rhythm too much, I 
thought.

"We need a toast, or something," I said as I handed her a glass.  To 
quote one who knows, "Fuck em; they're all assholes.'"

We both started to laugh and repeated the toast in unison.  The Aussies 
make damn fine red wine.

"But, you haven't told me everything," Marty queried and she came 
further into her bedroom.

"I decided that a back rub was what you needed.  It's that simple.  Have 
another sip of wine and lie down on your bed."

I was looking at the different bottles in the dim candle light.  I hoped 
this was relaxing oil, not the energizing one.  (The latter was for some 
other time, I hoped).  I was surprised that Marty was going along with 
this.  If I had tried ordering her around at work, there would have been 
the equivalent of low-yield thermonuclear explosion.  Here, in her own 
apartment, she was different.  As long as I merely opened a door and 
left it up to her, she was prepared to go through it.

I could see that mentioning her bed had brought her doubts back to the 
surface.  I understood her hesitation.

"Marty, haven't we always trusted each other at work?  Don't we work 
well together?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts.  A minute ago, you decided that you would accept a back rub 
from me, didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Marty, stop that," I countered a little more firmly.  "Trust me now.  
This is my gift to you.  When it's over, you'll not even know why you 
wondered."

I stopped again to let her agree to what was going to happen.  "I want 
to do this and I think you want me to do it, too.  But, it's your 
choice."

"All right.  It would feel good, wouldn't it?"

"Marty, let's be sure between the two of us.  You do want me to give you 
a back rub, don't you?

"Yes, I do."

The robe was going to be a problem.  For the first time, I really looked 
at Marty.  Even in the low light, it was obvious she wasn't wearing 
anything under it.

"I'm going to see if you've any CDs to play.  While I'm gone, open the 
robe up, slip your arms out and fold it down to your waist.  It's warm 
enough in here so you won't get cold.  Then, lie down on the bed."  I 
left the bedroom thinking that might prompt her to follow my 
instructions.

I picked out the "You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To" volume from The 
Mercury Songbook collection.  Setting the CD on repeat, I returned to 
the bedroom.

Marty was lying on her front with her face towards the door.  Her back 
was bare with the robe draped over her butt.  There was a question in 
her eyes but the vertical lines between her eyebrows had disappeared.  
The scent of the Patchouli was much stronger now and Marty was no longer 
displaying any discomfort at my being in her bedroom.

Rubbing my hands together, I sat down on the edge of her bed.  Opening 
the bottle of oil, I poured a little onto my left hand.  Holding it down 
near her nose, I asked, "Smell okay?"

Marty nodded her head so I poured some more onto my hand.  I put the 
bottle on the table and transferred oil to my right hand.  Starting just 
at the top of her spine, I began gently to rub the oil into her skin.  
As I moved the oil out onto her shoulder blades, I realized that this 
was going to take some time.

When I had spread the oil out, I started to increase the pressure on 
Marty's back with the heels of my hands.  I could feel the bumps along 
her spine as I increased the size of the circles.  I ran the sides of my 
thumbs up and down the troughs next to her spinal column.  As her skin 
warmed up, I could feel little shifts in her body as she settled into 
her bed.

There was still enough oil so I moved my hands out to her upper arms and 
around the outer edges of her shoulders.  (She was really a lot thinner 
than I had imagined back in the office.)  Marty had tucked her forearms 
under her body but now she lifted her torso up a little and laid her 
arms down by her sides.

Once I felt that the upper portion of her back was covered, I poured 
some more oil onto my hands and started on her arms.  As I reached 
between her left arm and her side, I happened to scrape a finger against 
her ribs.  With a jerk, she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Ticklish?" I asked.

"A little."

"I'll try to be careful."  But I flicked her rib cage again.

Working my thumbs into the flesh of her arm, I worked down to her hand.  
With the back of her hand lying on the towel, I gently stroked the palm 
of her hand with my fingernails and was rewarded with another twitch.

"I said I'd be careful.  I didn't say I wouldn't tickle you."  Marty 
responded with a short chuckle.

I moved to the other side of the bed to work on her right side.  More 
oil and more soothing pressure, I hoped.  While there, I returned to her 
back and began moving the oil, spreading it in circles lower down her 
back.  Again, I was taken by how fragile her ribs seemed to be.  Here, 
there was very little in the way of muscle sheathing and I tried to find 
just the right pressure without being too light or too heavy.

I had now done all of her back above the bunched up fabric of her robe.  
Wiping my hands on the bottom corner of the towel, I gently picked up 
what I thought was the top fold to move it down some more.  I saw that 
instead of just slipping out of the top part of her robe, Marty has 
undone the tie.  I lifted the entire robe from her and placed it over 
the pillows next to her head.

I now had just under six feet of warm, ivory coloured woman lying on her 
bed. The candles cast a  yellow, softly flickering light over Marty's 
back, buttocks and legs.  Despite her slender build, there wasn't a 
sharp curve to her body.  Not wanting her to get chilled, I returned to 
the back rub.

With more oil in the palms of my hands, I started to rub it into the 
base of her spine and the flare of her hips.  Again, there were some 
small shifts in her body as the oil on my hands warmed her.  The crease 
between the halves of her buttocks was in deep shadow as my thumbs 
started to massage them.  I started to dig deeper with my fingers, 
pulling the flesh on her buttocks up and outwards.

"That's not my back," came a muffled comment from Marty.

I leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on the dimples above her crack.  
Her skin twitched again from the bristles of my beard and moustache.  
This close, I could see the fine dark hair radiating out across the 
shelf of her buttocks.

Turning around, I poured some oil onto the back of her right thigh.  
With both hands, I started running down her legs, easing up on the 
tender skin of the backs of her knees.  The fingers of my right hand 
were between her legs and I could feel a slight tremor in the long 
muscles of her thigh.  Reaching, I massaged her calf but that was as far 
as I could go from my sitting position.

I stepped to the end of the bed and lifted her foot.  I started in on 
the ball and arch of her foot with my two thumbs while I just grazed the 
delicate skin on the top of her foot with my fingertips.

I looked up the length of Marty's body and returned my gaze to the 
junction of her legs.  The shadow was too deep to see anything but I 
knew that I wanted to more than massage that part of her.

"Warm enough?" I asked.  I could see her short black hair nod an assent.  
I ran my oily fingers between her toes and deposited a kiss on the pad 
of each one of them.

Picking up her left foot, I repeated the ministrations and left another 
five kisses.  With more oil again, I began her left leg.  At some point, 
I had dragged my tie on the surface of her skin and I could see a little 
glint of candlelight on the end.  This was much too enjoyable to worry 
about a $60 tie.

As I moved up her calf, I saw that Marty had spread her legs a little 
and I could see some tendrils of hair at the top of her thighs.  I 
repeated running my hands up her thighs but, this time, I was facing 
her.  I deliberately ran my hand deeper up her leg until just below 
where I thought the hair between her legs would be.

I brought my fingertips up in a arc, tracing the join of her thigh and 
buttock.  At this point, I noticed that Marty's breathing had quickened.  
So had mine as I realized that that was an honest erection in my pants.

Holding her upper thigh in my hands, I rotated my right hand down 
between her leg until my palm was almost underneath.  My index finger 
brushed against her on the downstroke and I pressed against her mound as 
I withdrew my hand.  I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy on 
the back of my hand.

Bending over, I kissed the tops of her buttocks and gave a little lick 
to the crease between them.  I don't know whether the oil had any taste 
but I could smell the faint aroma of her feminine arousal.  It was still 
getting warmer in her bedroom and the mixture of her closeness and the 
scents in the room were giving me a high.

"Would you like some more wine?" I asked as I came up to her head.  
Marty's eyes opened and she just looked at me.  I wiped my hands on the 
towel and poured wine into both glasses.

"Why don't you turn over?  You can drink your wine and I can do your 
front."  I know there was a tremble in my voice when I said it.

Looking up at me and said, "You want to, don't you?"

"What does this bulge in my pants tell you," I responded.  "But, it's 
your choice.  I can go now, or any time you say."

"I'd like some more wine."  With that, she turned over and held out her 
hand.  God, she was beautiful.  No fancy power clothes, no high priced 
make up, nothing other than what she was.

Her breasts were capped with dark brown areolae, their nipples barely 
visible.  As I looked down her body, I could see a very faint sheen of 
sweat captured in the light of the large candle at the head of the bed.  
Leaning up on her elbow, Marty took a sip, then a second.

"Come here," she said.  I bent down and she lifted her left arm up to 
grasp my neck.  I could faintly taste the wine on her lips, a taste that 
became stronger as she pushed her tongue between my lips.  I slipped my 
arms around her body and pulled her into my chest as our kiss deepened.

"You're going to get oil on everything.  Take your clothes off."

"It's still your say, Marty.  All you have to say..."

"My say is yes.  Is that clear enough?"

I slipped off my braces, undoing my tie (which got a little complicated 
at one point).  Undoing the buttons of my shirt, I continued by 
unzipping my pants. The shirt hit the floor and I stepped out of my 
pants and shorts.  Shoes and socks followed.  I didn't have the 
advantage of an after-work shower so she was going to have to take me 
the way I was.

I sat down on the bed and reached for the bottle of oil.  This time, I 
poured a little onto the upper slopes of her breasts.  As I reached to 
begin rubbing it into her skin, Marty wrapped her hand around my erect 
penis in the hitchhiker grip.  She started to rub her thumb around the 
glans as I rubbed circles of the oil into both her breasts.

Under my thumbs, I could feel her nipples begin to stiffen so I 
increased the pressure, scooping them up in the V between my thumbs and 
index fingers.  Lifting her breasts away from her chest, I brought my 
lips down to her left breast and drew the nipple into my mouth.  I 
flicked my tongue across the nipple and ran my tongue around it, 
pressing down into the mass of her breast.

I took this nipple between my teeth, rolling it back and forth.  Marty's 
left hand was back behind my neck holding me down to her.  I could feel 
her finger nails running up through my hair, digging into my scalp, 
sending shivers down my spine and goose bumps across my back.

Replacing my lips with my hand, I switched to her other breast and gave 
it the same adoring attention.  My hand had continued its milking motion 
on her right breast. Marty's right hand was not content merely to hold 
my penis as she started to move the loose skin up and down, very slowly 
jacking me off.  At the top of the stroke, her thumb stroked across the 
sensitive tip, smearing my pre-cum around the head.

As I worshiped at her breast, I could feel the light tracings on her 
nails on my chest.  She skimmed her fingers through my chest hair until 
she could feel my nipple.  Grasping it between her thumb and middle 
finger, she flicked it with the nail on her index finger.

As I started to move down her body, Marty lifted both hands above her 
head.  I looked up in alarm, fearing that some limit had been reached.  
Instead, I saw that she had grabbed the bars of the headboard and was 
tensing the muscles in her arms and upper body.  As she relaxed, I 
kissed her armpit, licking up the traces of sweat that had gathered 
there.

I poured a small amount of oil into her navel.  Using my thumbs, I moved 
it over her stomach, reaching up to the arch of her rib cage.  Marty was 
still doing her version of horizontal situps and I could feel her abs 
contracting under my hands.  As she would tense, I would move my hands 
out to her sides, gradually moving lower until I met the rising slope of 
her softly furred mons.

It wasn't only her arms that were moving now.  Marty's hips were 
starting a little dance of their own.  I looked up to see a little frown 
appear on her face.  This seemed to deepen each time Marty rotated her 
pelvis upwards in time with her upper body contractions.

Moving up to the head of the bed, I asked, "Okay?"

"It's been a long time," she murmured.  "I'm just getting ready."

I ran my tongue between her lips and Marty brought her arms down to wrap 
me closer to her.  I darted my tongue into her mouth, pushing at her 
teeth and the inside of her lips.  Her tongue met mine and drove back 
into my mouth.

The panting was becoming louder as we broke apart.

Marty brought her left leg up and tapped my shoulder with her knee.  I 
put my hand behind her knee and pushed the heel of my hand into the 
underside of her thigh.  I ran it down the length of her thigh and 
cupped her buttock allowing my thumb to begin exploring the junction of 
her thigh and labia.

Kissing the inside of her thigh, I moved down.  As I did, Marty's other 
leg opened up, too.  From the shifting of the bed, I thought she had 
returned to her hold on the iron bars of the head board.

Holding both cheeks of her butt in the palms of my hands, I opened her 
labia with my thumbs, drawing them up and down through slickness of her 
lubrication.  Marty lifted her mound up to my waiting lips.  The light 
level was too low to see so this would be oral love making by the 
Braille method (and I had a seeing eye tongue).

The point of my tongue spilt her inner labia and I could hear the hiss 
of her indrawn breath.  Feeling for her clitoris, I moved its hood just 
a bit, pushing it away until her clitoris seemed to reach out for me.  
Circling it with my lips, I sucked on it, keeping my teeth and tongue 
away from its tender surface.  As I continued, her vaginal juices were 
mixing with my saliva and I could sense the change in the taste of her 
to a stronger musk.  It was intoxicating.

Keeping my upper lip pressed against her clit, I opened and closed my 
mouth so I could stimulate the lower end of her vulva with my lip and 
chin.  My teeth dragged along her lips as well.  Marty continued to rock 
her pelvis up and down so I moved a little lower sticking my tongue as 
far as I could into the entrance of her vagina.  Wiggling it, I started 
fucking her with my tongue, jabbing it and out in time with her pelvis 
movements.  Every now and then, Marty would keep her pelvis elevated, 
jerking it through tiny motions.

Catching on to her signal, I returned to sucking her clitoris.  I could 
hear small grunts coming from deep within her chest.  Every time I 
passed my tongue over the end of her clitoris, the grunts would change 
to a moan and her thighs would press into the sides of my head.  My 
beard was now as soaked as her pussy hair and I sucked in as much of her 
liquid as I could.

Concentrating my lips on her clitoris, I inserted first one thumb and 
then the second into her vagina, slowly finger fucking her with each 
alternate digit.  My fingers were splayed over her bottom, holding her 
up to me.

The pelvic rocking had almost stopped now and the moans moved up a notch 
to higher pitched keening.  Marty's thighs were clamped on my head with 
her feet flat on my back, pushing my face into her.

I wrapped one arm over her hip bones to pull her closer and she came.  
Her entire body became rigid and I could feel the clenching of her 
vagina on my still inserted thumb.  Even her anus throbbed against my 
fingers.  By this time, I had very little air to breath and my own heart 
was beating a mile a minute in my excitement.

With a great exhalation of air, her thighs relaxed and Marty dragged 
great gulps of air into her lungs.  I continued to keep the circle of my 
lips around her clitoris, gently sucking on the tissue around it.

As soon as her breathing calmed down a bit, Marty started the whole 
process over again, quickly building in intensity.  By now, I could 
follow her lead more easily and she quickly came again.  She must have 
let go of her grip on the head board as I felt her arms slap down on the 
bed.

"Hey babe...up here," came the ragged request.

"Feel better, Marty? I asked.

"Come here.  I need to hold you."

Giving one last, very soft tickle to her clitoris, I lapped up what 
juices I could and moved up to her.  "I hope you know how you good you 
taste."

She moved me away from her to look at me, her juices in my beard and the 
shine on my nose and cheek bones.

"You really like that, don't you?"

"Yup.  Thar ain't nothing finer," I grinned, trying and failing to 
wiggle an eyebrow.

"Kiss me!"  I did and Marty kept moving around to lick her juices on my 
face.

"Hey...what's this?" as she grabbed my limp penis.

"Well, I was so taken up with you that I forgot all about it," I 
replied.  "I can only do one thing at a time, you know."  I joined 
Marty's laughter as she regained that same stroking hold on my penis.

"Uh-huh. Let's see what...oh...ooohhh.  Man, you're not as wet as I am 
but you're getting a lot harder."

"When you do that to me, Marty, it's not going to take too long."

"In your package of treats, you didn't forget to bring any condoms, did 
you?"

"Shit.  It never crossed my mind."

I figured that was it.  I knew she was a firm believer in the ‘No Glove, 
No Love' school.  These days, who wouldn't be?  Maybe sub-consciously, I 
didn't think things would go this far.

"You old guys.  Who takes care of you?"  Marty was stroking my fully 
erect penis.

"I'm not old.  There's only twenty years between us.  But I guess I am 
little out of practice."  I reached over for our wine and handed her a 
glass.

Over the rim of her glass, Marty certainly looked serious.  "You'd leave 
now, without fucking me? she asked.

"Marty, we can't.  I don't have anything."  I put down my glass and 
started to get up.

"You would leave, wouldn't you?"

"I might want to take this towel home, though."  I thought of a couple 
of  good uses for it.  "Do you mind if I have a shower?"

"Yeah...I guess you can't go home like that, can you?"

"Sure I can.  There's no one there."

Sitting up, Marty grabbed my shoulder.  "What do you mean?  What 
about...?"

"Gone.  That trip?  She came back but the love didn't."

"Shit, G.  You never told me."



The End - of The Beginning


Thank you for taking the time to read this far.  I would appreciate 
hearing your reactions.   You can E-mail me at:   gsmith625@hotmail.com

The conclusion of "The Back Rub" will follow.

January 1998

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