11-7 Massage Session

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 11-7 Massage Session

by Stack of Books

(1320 words)

The next morning Chris came back to our place (still a helpful guy, but he went straight to Margey for a hug and a pee drink without even saying hello to me) to assist me in folding and loading the hired tables onto the trailer and other clearing up jobs.

Chris, can I ask you a personal question?

He was immediately wary and on guard as he thought I was trying to trick him (and told me so), like Ben and Jonas’ circumcised/uncircumcised question all those years ago. 

No, really. This is not a trick or a game. Would you say you are a legs, tits or bum man?

Hmm, I dunno. Guess I’d have to say breasts. But the others are a close second. Why?

Well, before she met you, Franny and I had a thing going as you well know, and I saw hers grow from ping pong balls to cantaloupe melons. Do you think that they’ve grown even bigger since she had the baby?

Yeah, I reckon so. Look, where is this going? She told me you’d both made a decision to stop with each other.

Yes we did, and it’s because we both respect your right to her. But when she was standing upside down yesterday peeing with Beth, her boobs looked completely different to how I’ve ever seen them. I just wondered if you’d noticed it. That’s all.

We finished loading in silence, him in deep thought.

Later that night I got an SMS from Franny:

What the fuck have you been saying to my Chris?