A Stellar Masseuse
Arisa Glennorth, whose hair was nearly but not quite as fiery as her
personality, moaned and collapsed onto the bench in the changing room of
the anti-gravity training simulators. Still a C grade, even after two
solid weeks of agonizing training, disciplined exercises and rigorous
routines. With mid terms scarcely a week away, the outspoken Thai girl
wasn't sure if she would be able to pull it all together in time to
achieve a passing score. And that meant getting left behind in repeat
sessions while her best friend, the girl whom she admired so dearly in
torturous confidence, blazed on ahead, as she always did, into the
stars. Shipon.
In stark contrast to Arisa's awkward and rigid entry into the changing
room, Shima Katase padded in quietly with the delicacy of a kitten. Dark
chocolate twin tails bobbing daintily behind, Shipon went to her locker,
humming softly to herself. Glennorth narrowed her eyes, dumfounded by
Katase's sunny affectation.
"Oh, Shipon! How can you be so calm and collected at a time like this?"
she whined, leaning against her own locker. "I'll never be ready for the
midterms at this rate."
Shima Katase looked surprised by Arisa's protestations as if for the
first time acknowledging her friend was there. Then she smiled.
"It really isn't so horrible, Arisa," soothed the other. "You're so
tense all the time. You just need to relax a little bit."
"My, how the tables have turned," Glennorth sighed. "I thought I was the
confident one. Now look at us, you lecturing me about how to keep my
cool."
"You're stiff as a board," Shima giggled. "You should go down to the
massage clinic later on. It's quite wonderful."
Arisa pouted, staring at Shipon, who continued to change out of her
training attire. The red head gazed longingly at Shima, admiring her
silky skin, her trim, lissome body. Shima Katase, Arisa observed, was a
girl trapped somewhere between the formlessness of pre-pubescence and
the nubile curves of womanhood. Formatively beautiful from head to toe
yet completely unaware of her latent charms, Shipon was the morning of
pale Spring unwilling to relinquish Winter's chill.
Something came over her then. An impish grin dawned upon Arisa's face.
"Why don't you give me a massage if you think I'm so tense then,
Shipon?"
Shima Katase looked surprise, then a goofy look fell over her demeanor.
"You're joking right?"
"Wipe that silly grin off your face, Shipon!" Arisa commanded austerely.
"I'm quite serious. Like you said, if I'm to pass these finals, then
I've got to relax a bit, right?"
"Well I guess so, but-"
"No one's more up to the challenge to put my taut muscles at ease than
the cosmically talented Shima Katase."
Shima looked hesitant, motionless in mid-dress. For a moment, Arisa
worried she'd stepped too far, been too bold.
"Here? Now?" Shipon whispered as if someone would hear.
Arisa looked around customarily. "Shipon, there's nobody here. What's
the big deal?"
The two blinked at each other in awkward silence. The drone of the
fluorescent lightning and the faint mechanical droning of the simulators
seemed much louder in the quietude of the changing room.
"Shipon..." Arisa scowled.
"But Arisa," stammered Katase. "I mean, you seriously want me to massage
you?"
"Gosh, darn it, Shipon, you can just say no. Yeesh!"
Shima writhed uncomfortably in her place. "But I don't know anything
about giving massages, Arisa," said she, unconfidently. "I wouldn't even
know where to begin."
"Well here," said Arisa standing and walking over to her friend. "I can
massage you a bit... show you how and whatnot. Then you can just repeat
the same thing on me. Okay?"
Shima blushed, hastily trying to clothe herself completely in the
standard issue Stellvia uniform for the lower classmen preparatory
students. Glennorth shook her head.
"That's not going to work, Shipon, ya big dork! How am I supposed to
massage you with all that latex fabric between my fingers and your
beautiful shoulders?" Arisa blurted.
Katase stared hard at her friend. "Wait, what?"
Arisa bit her tongue, blushing. "Er, what?"
"What did you just say, Arisa?" asked Shima of her friend.
"I don't know," the Thai girl groped. "I say a lot of things. Most of
the things I say don't even make any sense, least of all to me, and I
speak so quickly that the things I say five seconds ago aren't the
things I'm really thinking anymore, so all in all, it's not really a
good idea to put too much stock into the things I'm saying, especially
the things I said previously..."
"It sounded like you said ‘beautiful shoulders'," mumbled Shima, folding
her hands in her lap and looking down at her knees.
"That's ridiculous," protested the red head. "Look we're getting off
track. Pull down your uniform."
Shima flushed an uncharted shade of crimson, not budging.
"Shipon," lectured Arisa. "We're roommates. We're both girls. Do you
honestly think I've never seen your naked back before?"
"I guess it's alright," Shima agreed, squirming out of the uniform, but
holding the suit to her chest.
Arisa suddenly felt afraid. Her eager fingers were inches away from
Shima Katase's milky white skin, her supple and remarkably flawless
flesh. It glowed with a healthy radiance, the incandescence of youth,
and Arisa envied it. Desired to be a part of it, pressed against it. She
wondered, given the opportunity, if she would go too far, her fingers
straying from the innocent intent of a masseuse to become the devious
digits of a lover. But oh how she longed to explore every inch, nook and
cranny of her friend's body, to feel the warmth of skin against skin,
the beating of two hearts as one.
"A-alright," Glennorth said at last. "This is how you give someone a
good massage."
Slowly, Arisa Glennorth's fingers fell upon Shima's skin, gently
caressing and exploring for the first time the ambit of her friend's
slender back. Gently and daintily her digits glided along the pronounced
hillocks of the girl's shoulder blades, down the flat of her back, and
up the gently sloping valley in the center. The red head noticed Shima
had shut her eyes, and was blushing deeply.
"Uh, does it... feel good?" Arisa questioned.
Shima nodded mutely. Glennorth took this as her cue to continue. Fingers
curled about Shima's neck, delicately kneading the muscle about her
collar bone, lightly tracing shapes around the hollow beneath her chin,
and back to the outermost reaches of her shoulders.
"A...Arisa," Shima whispered.
"What is it, Shipon?"
"You... you're really good at this..."
Arisa Glennorth smirked. "Yeah, well, I've had practice. I may not be
good at anti gravity simulators or software program development, but
massage and reiki is something I think I'm really good at."
"Please," Shima urged. "Don't stop. Keep going."
The red head realized that during her bragging she'd stopped rubbing her
friend's back, so she continued, this time her fingers slightly more
daring, prodding up and down Katase's spindly arms and sides. Each time
Arisa's fingers discovered her flanks, Shipon wiggled away giggling
softly.
"That tickles," she said.
"But it feels good, right?"
"Well yes, but-"
"Then hush," replied Arisa.
In the dim atmosphere of the changing area, Arisa and Shima had
unknowingly entered an intimate world, a dimension where the love and
affection between friends was the singular, most powerful force in the
universe. Only in such close proximity, in the sheltering seclusion of
the locker room, could the unadulterated bond between two adolescent
girls blossom into a union of two young hearts.
Suddenly, Shima Katase gasped. "Arisa!"
Coming back to her senses, the red head realized her hands had roamed
unbidden onto the silky smooth mounds of Shima's pert breasts. She
snatched her hands away quickly, mortified.
"Sh-Shipon! I didn't mean to! I wasn't paying attention!"
"Arisa..." Shima whispered. "I... I need to ask you something."
The red haired girl froze and paled. A chill ran up her spine as she
felt an uncomfortable tension between the two girls.
"We're really good friends, right?" Shima said softly.
"Of course," agreed Arisa carefully.
"And friends tell each other the truth. No matter what."
"Yeah, I guess they do."
There was a pause, a hesitancy in Shima's demeanor.
"Arisa... do you... do you like me?"
"Of course I like you, Shipon," said Arisa nervously.
The brunette shook her head. "That's not what I mean. I mean do you like
me?"
"You're my best friend, Shima," Arisa said at length. "Of course I like
you. You mean the universe to me." You are my universe, she added in her
mind.
Shima stood up and turned to face her friend resolutely. She squared her
jaw and tried to look stern. "Arisa, don't you understand what I'm
asking you?"
Arisa couldn't bring herself to match Shima's gaze. Eyes welling up with
tears, she leaned against Shima's locker, looking at the floor. There
was no avoiding it; the question was clear, and Glennorth was being
unfairly evasive.
"Oh, Shipon," she whispered at last. "It... it's true... I... I'm in
love with you. I always have been. From the first day we met on the
NASCA shuttle to Foundation 2 I knew that we would be great friends.
But... but I never knew you'd make me feel... feel so alive... so
comfortable and warm inside." She looked up at last, tears running down
her burning cheeks. "Shima Katase, my heart is and always will be yours.
I'm sorry... if... if you don't want to be friends anymore I'll
understand-"
What happened next happened as if it were a dream, a beautiful fantasy
conjured by the heart of lustful teen girl. Shima Katase leaned forward
and cut her friend off mid sentence as she locked lips with Arisa.
Holding the girl's tear-stained face with her hands, Shima shut her eyes
and kissed her best friend, slipping her tongue deftly into Arisa's
mouth, exploring the hot cavern of the girl's throat. When she pulled
back, their lips were still connected by a shimmering tendril of saliva.
Arisa's entire face was rigid with shock and disbelief.
"I... I'm dreaming..." was all the Thai girl could utter.
Shima smiled angelically. "I know you've always wanted to kiss me like
that," she cooed.
"You do?" wondered Arisa, still doubting the palpability of the entire
situation.
"You left your diary open on my bed one night. I... I couldn't help
noticing a giant heart drawn around my name as I was closing it..."
Glennorth looked mortified. "You... how much... how much did you read?"
Shima took Arisa's hands in her own. "Enough to know that you fantasize
about me daily, Arisa..."
Arisa Glennorth's face turned a vivid shade of mauve. "Oh my God, I'm so
embarrassed," she stammered.
"Don't be!" Shima interjected. "I'm really flattered, Arisa. Honest."
"You... you are?"
Shima nodded. "Mm hmm. And do you know what else?"
Glennorth shook her head, no.
"I think you're really pretty too..."
This time, both girls blushed. Arisa's mind reeled with the intensity of
these recent confessions. Unless this was a torturous dream, her best
friend, the girl whom she loved body and soul, was standing before her,
half naked, completely accepting of Arisa's love and even encouraging it
with her own, likeminded reflections.
Arisa shook her head in disbelief and sat down on the bench beside
Shima. "Pinch me, this can't be real..."
Shipon rested her head upon Arisa's right shoulder. "Why can't it,
Arisa? I mean... we're best friends. Can't we be open about everything?"
"Shipon," replied the other, "I don't think you really get it. I'm crazy
for you. I'm not joking at all. Do you understand what I mean?"
Katase nodded sagely. "I do understand. I don't think it's wrong at all.
I don't think you should hide it. You care about me more than anyone.
More than Kouta even."
"You like Kouta," Arisa muttered. "Anyone can see that."
"I admire him," agreed Shipon. "But more in a brotherly way. He's far
more mature than I am, and the chemistry between us doesn't transcend
friendship."
"Really?" Glennorth wondered. "I was so sure you two were a thing..."
"Do you want to make love to me, Arisa?" Shima asked bluntly.
A bead of sweat formed beside Arisa's face as she flushed deeply, her
cheeks rife with embarrassment. "Are... are you kidding?"
"Well in your journal you wrote that-"
"Oh for heaven's sake I know what I wrote!" moaned Arisa. "I can't
believe you read that! How... how much did you read?"
"Up to the part where you said you wanted to taste my-"
"Oh jeez," Arisa groaned, mortified. "I can't believe you read all of
that..."
"I hear you whisper my name sometimes when you masturbate at night,"
Shima added.
Arisa blinked. "W-w-what?"
Shima turned and rotated her body on the bench, stripping the rest of
the way out of her uniform. Arisa looked away, horrified.
"Sh-Shipon!" she cried. "What are you... get dressed! You c-can't just-"
"Oh come on, Arisa," Katase grinned. "You wrote that you wanted to stick
your tongue inside my pussy; this is your chance."
Her hands trembling, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering about
with the force of a tempestuous gale, Arisa turned back to face her
naked friend.
"Are... are you serious about this, Shipon?"
Shima nodded, blushing. "Of course I am. But only if you'll let me do
the same to you."
Arisa nodded. Gently easing Shima back onto the bench, she hastily
removed her own uniform. Her small, rosy nipples instantly became erect
in the cool air of the changing room. As Shima spread her legs, Arisa
took a moment to admire the girl's creamy thighs, boyishly pretty
buttocks and the silky black tuft of pubic hair just above her furled
opening. Already Katase's outer lips were slightly lubricated by the
honey of her arousal.
Straddling the bench, Arisa bent down, positioning each of Shima's legs
over her own shoulders. She gently parted Katase's labia with her
fingers, exposing the sensitive walls of the girl's young vulva.
Shima mewed softly. "Arisa..." she whispered. "Don't look... it's
embarrassing."
As if in direct contradiction of her friend's plea, the red haired girl
slowly traced her tongue along the insides of Shima's parted thighs,
circling the shadowy chasm of her pussy. Katase moaned with pleasure,
goose bumps rising upon every inch of her exposed skin. Encouraged by
Shima's reaction to her ministrations, Arisa's tongue, emboldened and
determined, wiggled inside of Katase's moist furrow.
"Nggyaaaaah!" the girl cried out, clenching her fists, her pelvis
twitching at the sudden entry of her friend's tongue into her body.
"Arisa! I can feel you inside of me!"
Arisa took care to lap up every rivulet of juice that Shipon's spasming
cunt secreted. She withdrew her tongue and licked the liquid from her
lips.
"You taste incredible, Shipon," commented Glennorth.
With her right hand, Arisa slid two fingers delicately inside of Shima's
pouting sex while inserting the same two fingers of her left hand inside
of her own, moistening snatch. Katase began to buck her hips against the
rhythm of Arisa's fingers. Surprised by the squishing noises produced by
her own, aroused pussy, the red head flexed her own inner muscles,
gripping her digits tightly as she finger-fucked herself hastily seeking
orgasm.
"It feels so good!" moaned Shima.
"Your pussy is so hot," Arisa panted. "I'm so wet, Shima. You turn me on
so much!"
"F-fuck me deeper!"
"Mm! Like this?"
A scream of pure pleasure. "Haaaaaaa! Right there! D-don't stop! Right
t-there Arisa! You're hitting my spot!"
Squish. Sphlisssh. The sounds of two swollen, juicy pussies being pumped
echoed through the room. Throaty cries of titillation hung in the air
like the dew of Shipon's honey pot from Arisa's dexterous fingers.
"My...my clit!" Shima whimpered. "I feel like it's going to explode!"
"I'm close too!" said Arisa between moans. "I... so close... my whole
body!"
"I can't hold on any longer Arisa!"
"Oh Shipon!"
"Arisa!"
"Come all over my face, my little Shipon!"
The invitation to climax all over her friend's face sent Shima Katase
over the edge. Arisa bent down and stuck her tongue deep inside the
quivering nether chasm of her best friend as a warm, sticky jet of girl
cum exploded forth and into her mouth. The culmination of Shima's orgasm
caused Arisa's own body to reach its sexual zenith, and she herself
withdrew her fingers from her cunt and a river of clear love juice
spurted forth and onto the locker room bench. After riding the intensity
of their climaxes for nearly a minute, Arisa collapsed on top of Shima,
skin against skin, breast against breast. As their heartbeats slowed,
they stared into each other's sparkling eyes.
"Shipon," Arisa whispered. "That was incredible." She kissed Katase's
lips softly. "Thank you."
Shima nodded, then inclined her head, nibbling softly at Arisa's ear
lobe for a moment before whispering in her ear, "There's only one small,
minor problem."
Arisa looked at her friend bemusedly. "What's that?"
Shipon giggled. "I still haven't given you a massage!"
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