Sarah got home after we had just been laying there, making out and talking for an hour or so.
“Becky, Jason? Where are you guys?” she called
“Up stairs, come on up” I yelled
We heard her walk upstairs, and then she came in to our room. I was laying on my back and Becky was on her side up against me with her head on my shoulder.
“you guys got new sheets” she said as she walked in.
“And a new mattress” Becky added.
“really” she said, sitting on the corner of the bed.
“yea, it took us almost 2 hours to get in here” I said.
“the bed is really comfortable, what is it?” she asked
“One of those foam ones” Becky said.
“Oh cool” she said
she stood up.
“I still have to pack a few of my things, and then we have to head out” Sarah said, standing up and walking out of the room.
I kissed the top of her head, and then whispered in her ear.
“Do you want a massage when you get home?”
“Oh my god, yes please” she whispered back.
She rolled back on top of me, and I kissed her. Then, I looked deep in to her beautiful, deep, green eyes, and we rubbed noses a little.
“I love you” she said
I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear
“I love you too, baby”
“Do you want to drive? I have a headache and don’t feel like driving.” She said
“Drive where?” I asked, completely forgetting Sarah was even in the house
She kissed me on the neck “Drive Sarah to the airport”
“She is probably waiting for us downstairs” Becky said
“You don’t have to go the airport if you don’t want to” I said “You can just come down and say goodbye”
“I am going to do that I think, you go down and help her get her bags in the car, I’ll be down in a second” she said as she got off of me and stood up. I stood up and hugged her.
“Becky, Is everything ok?”
“I’m fine”
She went to go change, and I walked downstairs.
“Where is becks?” she asked
“She does not feel good, she is getting changed and coming gown to say goodbye, but she has a really bad headache and I don’t think she is coming to the airport.”
Sarah made a sad face, and then asked me to help her carry her bag to the car.
We had just put the bags in the trunk when we saw Becky walking out. She had totally changed her clothes. She was now wearing her short pajama shorts and her black and dark blye HHS (Harrisburg high school) swimming hoodie and her glasses. I have to say even though she did look sick, her pajama shorts, for the few times we actually wore pajamas, made her long tan legs look amazing. She hugged Sarah goodbye, and then walked back to the house. I got in the car, and Sarah did too.
“Whats up with Becky?” Sarah asked as I started the car and drove down the driveway.
“I have absolutely no idea” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I was hoping you could tell me”
“Well I haven’t a clue” Sarah said “Did you say anything to her while you were up there?”
“Not really, we just talked about our bed and made out some” I said.
“Nothing else?” Sarah asked
“Well I promised to give her a massage after we dropped you off”
“Very cute, but that’s all you said?”
“That’s basically it, we kissed a lot more than we talked”
“did you offer her the massage before or after she said she did not feel good?” Sarah asked me.
“Before” I said.
Sarah thought for a minute or two.
“It might just be pms” Sarah said
“You are probably right, but normally it is not that bad” I said
“Yea, but its nature, and nature is un-predictable”
“On your way home pick up some chocolate and some massage oils if you don’t already have some. Put the chocolates somewhere she will find them on her own, then give her a massage if she wants one. But most important if she wants to sleep, just let her sleep.” Sarah said
I thanked Sarah for the help, and pulled in to the airport drop off zone. I helped Sarah get her bags out of the car and waved to her as she walked in to the airport.
On the way home I picked up some dark chocolate, which I knew she loved, and some massage oil. We already had oil, but I felt like getting a different one.
I pulled in to the driveway around five fifteen, and all the lights In the house were off. I opened the door to the house and walked in. I put the little foil wrapped chocolates in a bowl, left them on the counter, and I put some in the bathroom. Then walked upstairs, hiding the bottle of massage in the pocket of my cargo pants. As I walked past the desk I saw Becky’s sweatshirt that she had been wearing on the floor. I opened the door to the bedroom and saw her asleep on the bed. I pulled the bottle of oil out of my pocket, placed it on the floor next to the bed, and gently got in bed with her. She was still in pajamas, so I just spooned up against her.
I did not fall asleep, however. After 45 minutes I felt Becky wake up.
“Baby, do you want a massage” I whispered
“I have to fucking piss, leave me alone” she yelled, and then got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
Something else was up, she was not PMS-ing, something else was up. I knew because Becky almost never cursed, except for when we had sex of course, but for her to just say that was really strange.
I sat and thought silently about if, and if, when I was going to ask her what was wrong. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, and I heard her walk up the stairs and through the short hallway to our bedroom. But before she opened the door I heard something else. I heard her crying, which was something else very un-usual for her to do. She walked in to the room with an arm over her face. She also now had her hoodie back on, and had her hood over her head. She laid face down on the bed and put her head in the pillow. She was still crying.
I channeled a really calm and sympathetic voice, and softly said:
“Becky, I love you, and I’m here for you if want to talk to me” I patted her back and went to the other side of the bed and laid down.
I looked at the clock, it was 6:20, and then I looked up at the celling and watched the fan spin. I did this for a little over an hour, until about seven thirty, and then I noticed Becky had stopped crying. I pulled the covers over her and assumed she was asleep, then went back to watching the celling fan. I felt really bad. This was the first time I was aware of that she had ever cried herself to sleep, and I didn’t even know what it was about. It made me feel like crap, knowing that I might have been the cause of it.
However about five minutes later I looked over at her, and saw her looking at me. I went to say something, but she turned her head back in to the pillow and started to softly cry again. I moved so I was on my stomach next to her, and slowly ran my fingers over her back. I did this and she almost immediately stopped crying, so I kept doing it. After about ten minutes I heard her say something.
“Babe?” I heard her say
“Whats up honey?” I asked.
She was silent; I continued to rub her back slowly, so maybe she would say more.
After a minute I heard her say:
“Will you hold me while I tell you what’s wrong”
“Of course”
“And will you just listen, and not say anything”
“Sure”
I sat up against the backboard, and she got up to sit in my lap. She rested her head next to mine on the headboard, and stretched legs out over mine.
“Whats the matter baby”
“I’m really nervous…” she stopped
I kissed her on the neck to show her I was listening
“…about running the farm, I mean what if we cant do it? Over the last month I’ve realized how much work it is, and I don’t know if I’m ready to handle it. I’ve really seen how much our live is going to change next year over the past three days, and I’m worried we wont get as much alone time together, just the two of us. I’m really stressed out and angry, which is why I yelled and cursed at you a little while ago. Then I went to the bathroom and saw that you got me chocolate, and I saw the receipt from the sex shop for the body oil, and I knew you did it for me. Then I got all sad because I yelled at you and cursed at you, and I know if I lose you I would die.” She sobbed, she was now crying again.
I softly “Shh-ed” her to stop her from crying, and when she stopped I wiped the tears from her cheek with the sheet and kissed her on the neck.
“Baby, can I say something?”
She nodded
“I know we can handle the farm together, and I know things are going really fast. If you want to we can always slow things down.”
“Thank you” she said as she rolled over and off of me.
Do you want a massage? I asked
“Yes please” She said.
I took her hoodie, then her tank top off of her, leaving her bear chested. I then went to take off her short little lime green shorts, but she asked me to leave them on, because she really could not handle sex right now and knew she might ask for it if she had the shorts off.
I had no problems with that request, and got the oil from off the floor. I put some oil on her back, and she let out a soothing “Ohhh”. This oil was supposed to be “Warming” and really relaxing, but I did not feel anything on my hands, so I hoped she sure did. I got the oil all good and rubbed in using the bottom of my palms, then I started my massage. I started at the neck, and lightly pressed down on my thumbs while I made large circles with them. Next I did her shoulders and her shoulder blades. For those I used the bottoms of my palms and my thumbs, in a standard fashion. For her lower back I gently used my elbows to sooth any tense muscles she had. I skipped her butt because I did NOT want to take advantage of her, and moved on to her legs. I needed up and down one, stopping at the ankle for a long finger massage, then did the other leg the same way.
I had her flipped over, and could see the outline of her pussy through the shorts, I could also see the rather large wet spot on her shorts, but did not say anything. I started with her legs on the front side, and did the same kneading up and down each of them. Next I got the bottle of body oil and poured some on her stomach. I rubbed it in slowly, taking my time to let the “warming” oil hopefully do its thing. I noticed whenever I did something she liked she would do a small gasp. I moved my efforts towards her chest. I used my fingers to massage everywhere around her chest. I next delicately massaged the fleshy grapefruit sized globes that were her breasts. I made sure not to touch or rub her nipples in any way. I heard her make a soft “Ahhh” I knew what that meant, she had had a small orgasm. Her breathing had increased. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
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