Jan

From her buttocks, I gradually shifted my attention to one side, easing my way to her thigh. Moving more quickly, but still massaging her, I worked my way down her leg to her feet. From there, I began my real efforts, starting with her heels and Achilles tendon, and working my way back up her leg, far more slowly. Her calf soon turned to putty, and with it conquered, the back of her thigh soon followed.

Back across her butt, as I'd done with her shoulders, and back down the other leg, so that I again started the 'real' massage at her foot. By the time I got to her buttocks again, there wasn't a tense muscle to be found on her.

Drawing my hand up her back, I moved to her shoulders. She started to raise up to turn over; she'd barely started to move when stopped her, saying 'Relax, Susan. I'll do it; if you move, it makes your muscles tighten up – if*I* move you, you stay nice and relaxed. Okay?'

She murmured her assent, and I kneeled down, putting one hand under her shoulder and the other on her hip. Lifting her torso, I was able to twist her enough that pushing up on her hip got her starting to roll over. Holding her, I was able to ease her the rest of the way, so that with no effort on her part, I was able to get her onto her back without any sudden movements. I arranged her arms so she was comfortable, and moved on.

With the front of her available, I moved the hand that had been on her shoulder to her hip, then removed the other one. Standing, I allowed my hand to slide down the top of her leg as I moved to her feet.

Starting with the bottoms of her feet, I paid special attention to the muscle that runs along the instep, and then the ones just behind the ball of the foot. Her toes were next, then the tops of her feet. Moving my hands up her leg, I re-massaged her calf, mostly working the sides of it that were difficult to do properly when she was on her back.

When they were done, it was on to her thighs – first the tops, where the large muscles are, then the sides. The first time she felt my hand slide up the inside of her thigh, she opened her eyes slightly (she was nearly asleep), but closed them again when I stopped after only moving halfway up her leg. I gradually moved the range of my motions from knee-to-midthigh to midthigh-to-groin – again, being careful not to give any indication that I was trying to touch her too intimately. In fact, the closest I got to actually touching her mons was when the hand on the inside of her thigh slightly brushed the hair well to the side of her cleft – which was readily visible.

From the top of her thigh, I worked my way across her lower belly -above her pubic hair – and then back to the other leg. Using the same quick-moving massage technique as I had with the back of her legs, I worked her from foot to thigh again, and then back to her lower belly.

Up her torso, and extending out to include her sides, I soon found myself at her chest, where I worked on all the muscles I could reach – even those that I could get to at the edges of her breasts, without doing anything to touch any more of her mammaries than was necessary to reach the underlying muscles. Past her breasts, it was on the muscles on her upper body. From there, the rest of her arms – biceps and inner forearm muscles. Trace a route up her arm, and on to the other. When that one was done, I quietly asked her 'Starting to feel better?', and getting a soft, sleepy 'MM-hmm' in reply. I told her 'There's still a little more, and then I'm done.'

I finished up by working through the muscles at her throat, and then softly rubbing the ones in her face; I eased out of the massage by easing my way from rubbing the muscles in her face, to softly stroking only her skin. As I did, I watched her more closely, and could see that she'd finally fallen asleep, completely.

I stood up and moved over to the chest where I kept the linens for the bed, and pulled out a light sheet. I unfolded it well away from her, so as to not cause any sudden drafts across her body, and then carefully laid it across her to help keep her warm, and any drafts off.

Then I went into the bathroom and got a small towel to wipe the traces of lotion off my hands. With that done, I eased out the door, closing it quietly behind me. I left the lights and background noise going for the simple reason that directing Mabel to turn them off might have disturbed Susan; besides, the noise was helping to keep her relaxed.

When I got back to the den, Candice looked up at me, and asked 'Where's Susan?'

I told her 'She was feeling a little sleepy' – Jan grinned at me, and winked – 'so she went to bed. She probably wouldn't mind company for sleeping, but might not appreciate being disturbed.'

All of them nodded in understanding, and Jan asked me 'Would you like another beer?'

I looked at the clock, and saw that it was well past one o'clock in the morning – and suddenly felt every year of my age.

'I think I can pass on the beer, but a soda would be good.', I answered.

She nodded, and quickly went into the kitchen. A minute later, she handed me a cold Coke.

As I sipped it, I listened to the rest of them as they talked. It was mostly Candice asking questions about my relationship with Kelly and Jan, with them answering. Robyn and Sandra would sometimes join in with questions of their own; or amplify on something that Jan or Kelly had said when it was something they had some knowledge of. A couple of times, one of them would direct a question at me, mostly as a request to explain something that they were having difficulty with. I answered the best I could, sometimes explaining something a couple of different ways so as to make a point, or to ensure that what I was saying was clear enough.

Finally, though, the late hour got to me. I stood up, and told them 'It's too late for an old man like me' – Kelly and Jan both snorted in derision -'so I'm going to bed. I'm leaving the door open, so if anyone wants to join me, they're welcome – but if the bed breaks, that's too many.' Kelly and Jan both laughed – they knew how solid was the frame under the bed – it was essentially a waterbed frame and rested on the floor: it might break if Godzilla stepped on it.

All of them wished me good night, and as I headed down the hall, I heard Jan say 'Hey! I want a goodnight kiss, first!', followed by Kelly making a similar demand.

'Too late!', I called back to them, and heard Kelly say 'Like hell!'

As I turned to go into the bedroom, I could see both of them walking toward me; tired as I was, I went straight to the bed and laid down on it without waiting for them. A few seconds later, both of them were in bed with me, one on each side, sitting cross-legged and facing me.

Jan looked down at me and said 'That was really nice what you did for Susan. She was really worried; when you talked to her, it really helped her a lot.'

Kelly looked at her, and asked 'What happened?', concerned.

'Susan was just a little worried about some things, and wanted to talk to me. I answered some questions, and explained a couple things, and it was okay.'

Kelly looked at Jan, and the two of them shared a Look before Jan looked at me again, and said 'Well, she told me that whatever you two talked about, it really did make her feel a LOT better. And that massage was the perfect touch.'

'You gave her a massage?! No wonder she 'felt sleepy'! Sheesh.', Kelly said, grinning.

'We're going to stay up and talk a while, okay?', Jan asked.

'Of course! Just try to keep it below riot level, okay?', I answered.

Both of them gave me the Goober look – they knew*I* knew they were better-mannered than that.

That settled, first Kelly, then Jan, kissed me before getting up and heading back to the den. I told Mabel to turn the lights off and cancel any alarms, and was soon asleep.

Not surprisingly, I was the first to wake up the next morning – only to discover that I couldn't move. At least, not much, and not easily.

Moving my head to look around, I found out that I was approaching the occupancy limit of the bed, with Kelly, Jan, Robyn, and Sandra all opting to take me at my word. Candice, I imagined, was in the other bedroom, keeping Susan company. Whether from lack of room here, or not, I didn't dare guess.

Kelly was plastered to my back, her arm around me and holding my (now erect – morning or situation, I wouldn't have bet either way) penis – which was pressing against Robyn's smooth butt as she snuggled into my lap/stomach. Jan was facing Robyn, and had her arm thrown over both of us; Sandra was spooning with Kelly, her hand neatly cupping Kelly's breast.

Not wanting to disturb them, since I didn't know when they'd finally gone to bed, it took me nearly five minutes of very careful pushing and wiggling to make enough room to be able to actually get loose of them.

Even then, I had to stand up, and carefully make my way to the edge before I could actually get off. Once on the floor, I quickly headed to the bathroom to recycle that last soda I'd had. With that done, the change in priorities led me to the kitchen, where I quickly got some coffee started – as far as I'm concerned, coffee is the Nectar of*Life*.