CHAPTER NINE
Well, here he was, nervous again.
Part of him felt frustration at that. He’d done this before.
Well, not this specifically, but he’d hooked up with a woman he basically didn’t know.
However, as he sat in the lobby with Ellen, waiting for her to fill out info on a tablet they’d given them, it occurred to Gabe that this was actually a pretty normal reaction.
Getting naked in front of another human was often a nerve-wracking experience regardless of what the context was.
Though, he had to admit, this was probably the best context.
He tried to take the anxiety out of himself, separate it from his own thoughts and emotions.
It wasn’t necessary. He looked around the lobby.
It was very calming.
The walls were painted a light, airy blue and the floor was carpeted in somewhat deeper blue, and there was a very calm, slow track of ambient music playing. It reminded him of lo-fi. He was about to get a massage, he reminded himself.
And this did seem to help. The tension began to ease out of him.
Especially when Ellen passed him the tablet and smiled at him. Fuck, he loved her. And was horny for her. Sometimes it just hit him like a hammer.
He looked over the tablet and started answering the questions.
The first question was asking if there was any place on his body that he didn’t want massaged.
He almost laughed at that and hit no. Most of the rest of the stuff was just about extras that could be added to the session. Hot rocks, incense, special oil.
He declined it all and got up and headed back over to the desk.
“All right, Claire and Vanessa will be out to get you shortly,” the receptionist said.
He nodded and rejoined Ellen. She took his hand and made a small happy sound. He gave her hand a little squeeze and she returned it.
As he sat there, the reality of his situation seemed to suddenly come down on him all at once. He was about to go into the back of a massage parlor, with his wife, with one of his five wives, and have unprotected sex with, presumably, a really hot masseuse.
This was the kind of thing that happened in poorly acted porn, or in stories told on forums by guys who were usually lying.
But it was actually happening to him.
Why did he have this disconnect, then?
Gabe knew he should be feeling fucking amped, absolutely stellar, because if this wasn’t living the dream, then what was? And he also knew that, once they actually got going, these vague feelings of anxiety and awkwardness would fade.
But what about before? What about where he was right now?
It didn’t seem to make sense, because this wasn’t even like he was preparing to live out a fantasy he’d had for years, only to slowly discover that he didn’t actually enjoy the fantasy or he’d been lying to himself the whole time.
Because he really wanted to do this. He was half hard already, just thinking about it.
Why wasn’t he responding like a frat house bro?
That seemed to spark something in his head, and the connection to the answer was made so instantly that he thought it might be wrong or he should be embarrassed because it was so obvious: he didn’t have the personality type for this kind of thing.
It didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it, more just...maybe he was enjoying in the way that made the most sense to him?
Maybe...wait.
What the fuck? Why was he even thinking this? It felt like one of those 3D images you had to cross your eyes in just the right way to see abruptly coming into focus. Why did he even care about this? More significantly, why did he want this?
If he had been the kind of person to react to stuff like this like how Ellen’s idiot ex Blake would, then he wouldn’t even be in the situation he was in right now.
He wouldn’t have five amazing wives. Well, three amazing wives and two fiancees...
was that accurate? He supposed technically not, but according to their own internal rubric, it made sense.
Ceremony or no, Ellen, Holly, and Chloe had all accepted his marriage proposals.
In their minds, they were functionally married.
Krystal and Liz had moved in with the understanding that they were aiming for a lifetime commitment, which was basically like accepting a traditional proposal.
And they felt like more than girlfriends.
Shit.
Maybe he truly was in his head too much. He should just enjoy shit, maybe stop analyzing it so much. On the other hand, that tendency to over-analyze was probably what helped him manage his relationships so well. But there was probably more of a balance he could achieve…
“Babe?”
“What?” he replied, looking up. He realized Ellen had been trying to talk to him and that their masseuses were here.
One of them was a little on the thicker side, average height, pale, shoulder-length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes.
The other was a petite blonde with faintly tan skin, sparking blue eyes, and a smile that had a vaguely manic edge to it.
She also had black-framed glasses and her hair was cut fairly short.
Please let Claire be the nerdy tomboy, he found himself wishing immediately.
Because that’s what she looked like. She didn’t really have muscles, but she did have that energy, that tomboy aura.
“We’re ready for you,” the blonde said.
“Right. Sorry. Thinking about...writer things,” Gabe replied, standing with Ellen.
“I’m sure you were,” she replied.
He sighed and followed the two women through a door at the back.
They came into a quiet hallway filled with doors.
The air smelled faintly of pine and strawberries.
His eyes dipped to the blonde’s ass. Ugh, fuck.
It was that sort of perfect amount of fullness, the kind of heft that gave a petite woman’s ass a fantastic shape (especially in jogging shorts, which she was wearing right now) without turning it into something faintly ridiculous.
He knew there were guys who would disagree with him, some legitimately, a lot on principle, but there was such a thing as too fat of an ass, or tits that were too big. Although he did wonder how he’d react if he actually got with a woman who sparked one of these thoughts in him.
“Right through here,” the blonde said.
They moved into one of the rooms, coming to a space about the size of his office, maybe a bit bigger. It had two large, flat massage tables and not a lot else.
“I’m Claire,” the blonde said, and Gabe almost shouted in joy, “I’ll be...massaging you today,” she added, her voice turning low and sultry as she smirked up at him.
She was nervous, he realized. It was well-hidden, but it was there. Interesting. He would have assumed any friends of Krystal’s would be pretty confident in this particular area. Then again, Krystal seemed like the type who probably had kept all types of friends.
Well, at least she probably felt like she was safe, given there were two other women in the room, and he’d already been vetted by even more women. Maybe she was worried about being able to do what he wanted.
Good thing for her: he was kind of easy.
“I am very glad to meet you,” Gabe replied, and she giggled.
“Good. I’m glad. Why don’t the two of you get undressed and settled, and we’ll be back in a moment?” she suggested.
He almost asked what was the point, they were going to see him naked anyway, but realized almost at the same time that they had to keep up appearances.
“We’ll get ready,” Ellen replied.
The two women nodded and left the room, closing the door behind them.
“So,” Ellen murmured, taking her shirt off and then kicking her shoes off, “excited?”
“Very,” he replied.
“Good. You looked a little nervous, but now you seem better. Was it about Claire?”
“No.” He paused. “Well, yes, but not in the way I think you mean.” Gabe started hastily getting out of his clothing.
Ellen laughed. “What was bugging you then?”
“It’s...complicated, but I think I might’ve made a little peace with...who I am as a person?”
“Oh.” Her eyebrows raised. “That’s...intense. For where we are.”
“Yeah, like I said, it’s complicated. But I’m happy. Also, holy shit, Claire is hot! She’s a tomboy! This is amazing. Thank you. Best Valentine’s Day present ever.”
She chuckled. “Best Valentine’s Day present so far.”
“Oh yeah? What do you have planned?” he replied.
“You...fucking hypocrite,” she whispered harshly as she pulled her pants down.
“Annoying, isn’t it?”
“Shut up. Get naked. Lay down and get fucked,” she replied curtly.
He laughed and finished getting all his clothes off. Piling them out of the way, he got onto the table, beneath the blanket.
“That normally means something else.”
“Nothing is normal about our relationship,” she replied, lifting the blanket and climbing onto her own table. He noted it was a size larger than his. He’d probably have to fuck her on it, since his own likely couldn’t support both of them.
“Nope, especially with that huge ass of yours,” he replied.
She sighed and shook her head, settling down on her stomach. There was a gentle knock at the door a bit after they both had finished settling.
“We’re ready,” Gabe replied.
The door opened and the two women came in. Claire walked up to him and stood before him at the head of the table.
“So,” she said, putting her hands on his own, “we’re still cool with everything, right?”
“Correct,” Ellen replied, and Gabe nodded.
“Awesome! How do you want to do this? Because I’ve...never done anything like this before.”
“I haven’t either. Um...how about a more traditional approach? A massage that turns into sex?”
“I like that,” she whispered, grinning fiercely at him.
“I’m actually pretty curious about what it’s like to be in the room when something like this happens,” Vanessa murmured.
Gabe glanced over. She’d already begun massaging Ellen’s back.
“If it’s anything like all the other times I’ve watched Gabe have sex with other women, it’ll be really hot and fun,” she replied.
“That’s what I’m hoping. Okay, lay down, face in here,” Claire said, patting the little ring of foamy padding attached to one side of the table.
He nodded and got situated. She lifted the blanket.
“Ooh. You’ve got a cute ass,” she murmured, pulling it back so his back was revealed.
“You have a fucking amazing ass,” he replied.
“Thank you.”
He heard her move around for a moment, heard what he thought was oil being rubbed into her hands, and then he felt her soft hands lay against his back and begin to work his muscles. Almost immediately, he felt lethargy coming on.
“Shit,” he muttered, “you’re really good at this.”
She laughed. “I sure hope so after all the training and two years of practice.”
More time passed as he felt her work his muscles, going lower and pushing away the blanket more and more until, as she began massaging his lower back (which felt even better than the other places) she slipped the blanket off of him and onto the floor.
“Whoopsie,” she murmured.
“You do have a cute ass,” Vanessa murmured.
“You’ve got a really hot ass, too,” he replied, making her and Ellen laugh.
“Well, thank you. That’s always nice to hear. Especially given the fact that I’ve gained like twenty pounds this year.”
“Shit girl, fat asses are in,” Ellen said.
“I guess that’s true. Although I’m getting the feeling that heroin chic is making a comeback.”
“Ugh, God, please no,” Ellen groaned.
“Here, turn over,” Claire murmured.
Gabe wondered if she was actually listening to what they were saying.
She seemed very into this. He watched her eyes go straight down to his dick, which was fully erect now.
Slowly, she moved down to stand beside his legs, and she began to massage one of his thighs.
Her hands still felt good: soft and hot and strong.
That oil felt good, too.
As he watched her walk around the table to the other side and begin to massage his other thigh, he thought that this was probably kind of a big deal for her. He watched her nimble, strong hands keep working his flesh until finally, slowly, one of them began going for his erection.
She wrapped her fingers around it, her eyes flicking briefly up to his. She was chewing on her lower lip.
The thought suddenly came to him: I NEED to write an erotica about a guy dating at least three tomboys.
“Okay,” she murmured as she began slowly massaging his cock. Holy shit, that felt amazing. “We have to be quiet, okay?”
“If you think you can,” Gabe replied.
She looked at him with surprise, her eyes wide, mouth open slightly, like she couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
Then she laughed and gripped his erection more firmly.
She began to squeeze her hand up along its length, bringing in the other hand as she let go with the first one, keeping an ongoing haze of hot, wet bliss enshrouding him.
“Fuck…” he groaned.
She giggled. “You like that, huh?”
“Yes. I do. A lot. Jesus,” he whispered.
“Mmm. You’ll like the next part even more.”
She kept it going for a minute longer, then she took off her shirt, then the sports bra beneath. She revealed her small, high breasts. Then, after a brief consideration and a nervous glance at the door, she took off her shorts and underwear.
Claire stood nude before him, gorgeous and glorious. She had a few tats, he realized. One over her left breast, another on her outer right thigh, another on her left hip.
“Now comes the next part,” she said, and leaned down.