Rachel & Janie's Massage, Part 4

by PenelopePinn

More about romance and intrigue than sex as we advance the story

We are standing now hugging each other, aglow in the afterglow. Jasmine, smiling, her rich voice purring. "After all the pleasure you two have given us, the hour is late. You do need time to get to know each other." She says with peculiar emphasis. "When you to come back maybe you will be bonded enough so that we will tell you our story, while we refresh your bodies with our fabulous massage."

Jasmine points to another, larger massage table across the room, big enough for two. It is surrounded in sheer, transparent linen and looks almost like an alter. "On that table, Miss M and I will initiate you into the wonders of who you are meant to be. We'll call it a massage for forms sake, but we think of it as a beginning."

"No need to make an appointment," Miss M says, winking, "when you are ready, we are ready."

Jasmine helps us dress, "Leave the wet panties girls. I told you I'll wash them for you." I hold Rach's arm so she can step out of her panties. She reaches down for them and then sips around me, giggling, to rub them in my face. They smell tangy and inviting. Jasmine slips my panties off under my skirt, her fingers glide along my bare hips, dimpling me her and there, tease that she is. She sniffs them and then pushes them into Rach's face who laughs, bits hold of them with gleaming teeth, and presses her panty clad face into mine for a playful kiss.

"You two were a little drunk when you walked here in the dark from Georgie's. Not such a good idea, especially this late. So we'll drive you to the dorm in style. The drive will be a treat, wait and see!"

We finish dressing, while Jasmine and Miss M put on their clothes. We follow them down a hall to a small elevator with a gleeming bronze door. For such an run down looking building, the interior is rich and unexpected. We take the ornate elevator to the first floor. When the door opens, the room brightens. Recessed lights illuminate a huge ballroom with high ceilings, a wooden dance floor with cafe tables around the perimeter, and even a small stage to the left. At the end of the room, high double doors of bevelled glass reveal an anteroom where a long black car sits. When we open the bevelled doors, the outer, ordinary looking garage doors begin to roll up. The car starts and lights turn on. From the drivers side, a impish girl--a Blondie--jumps out and skips toward us; she doffs her elf-like hat and bows extravagantly.

"Hello, Jeanna!" Jasmine says happily, and lifts her up, whirls her around--she is like a petit 12-year old girl--and offers her smiling face to each of us. Miss M kisses her and turns her toward me, saying, "She likes tongue, Janie." Sure enough the imp latches onto me to suck face like a starlet in heat. She does the same to Rach who giggles.

"Off we go," Jasmine says as we climb into the big limousine. Later we will come to know this car intimately, but for now I am taken with its luxury. Plush seats face each other, a walnut paneled bar is molded to the side, draped tinted windows shelter us from prying eyes, and mellow high fidelity music surrounds us as though we were in a concert hall. The slight purr of the big engine, lets us know we are moving, along with Jeanna's conductor-like announcement, in falsetto, "Next stop is the dorm. Home of the girls I like to kiss." and sings,

Miss them soon,
Miss them in their cozy room,
Miss them in the moon aglow,
With their bodies ripe and full,
Dancing to the silver, all dewy and slow."

A serenade, gliding through the dark in a black limousine with odd promises of intriguing things to come: It makes me wonder what's going on here. As I muse, I've forgotten about Jasmine's mind reading. A gentle arm slips around my shoulders, she leans into me, warm breath on my cheek: "No worries, baby, nothing bad this way comes, as they say; there is no evil here, no devils, no vampires, just us...girls." She is alluding to my fear when I first walked up the steps to their loft in the dark old brick building we have just left.

Rach is across from us listening intently, her eyes trusting and full, but alert, "Are you sure, Jasmine? Janie is more than just a friend. She is really special to me. I brought her to you because I wanted you to meet her because you're special to me, too."

Jasmine nods and reaches out to Rach, drawing her over so that she is sitting between Jasmine and me. "What a good time we all had together," Jasmine says. "There'll be many more good times to come (pardon the pun) and that old building might even become your home. When you are with us, you are where love is. Yes, I know it seemed like hot, to-die-for-sex, but that is just the start of good things to come. Where love is, there is nothing in the world to fear. There is no room for fear; the bright light of Jasmine and Miss M and Rach and Janie, all together, just makes it disappear."

"What about the humming?"

"Hmmm...when you are ready. Most things that seem like mysteries are understood when there is...harmony. Harmony brings about the right attitude--an attitude gives your little twitching pussy insight and--POW!--that was easy, why didn't I feel that before."

"So," she goes, "when you go home tonight and sleep in each others arms, tired but content, wake up refreshed and ready for the day to come. Don't worry about that little quiz, Janie. Rach will wake up to the warm comfort of your arms wrapped protectively around her body. You will feel her fingers play at the soft folds of your body, Rach. You will feel her fingers in the hairs down their, stroking and stroking, belonging there, almost a part of your body now, and you will know all is right--the two of you together being as it should be."

"So Jeanna is driving our big fine car." Jasmine laughs as she settles back in the plush seats, her fingers kneading my shoulders playfully. "But here is a secret. This big fine car is a figment of imagination and intent. We make it happen. People who glance our way on these dark streets mostly don't notice the car and, if they do, all they see is an ordinary sedan. Not much to take note of for them, as we wind our way to your dorm in the lap of luxury."

Miss M smiles and adds, "Like the decrepit old building, we like to avoid notice. We like to live below the threshold of what others know; what others might envy. We like to keep our secrets safe. You wouldn't be here if we didn't trust you, Janie. And your girlfriend--soon to be lover, soon to be soulmate--could not have brought you to us if we didn't already feel the connection."

"How did Rachel find you?"

Rach snuggles into me, "They found me in Georgie's. First it was just Jasmine, sitting by herself in one of those round booths that face the dance floor, sitting in the middle just like a queen. It was in the afternoon. I never go to Georgie's in the afternoon. But there I was sitting at the bar, feeling conspicuous because I was the youngest girl in the bar."

Jasmine interrupts, "You were the only girl in the bar. You were a little puffed up, trying to be cool, but I knew you were scared to be there by yourself."

"Don't tell Janie my secrets," Rach says. "I was scared. I'd heard about Georgie's and wanted to check it out during the day...on the sly."

"Yeah, you were sly alright, you were shy southern white girl with plantation memories. When Miss M swept in, all head-turning blond glow, you stared and stared when she curled-up onto my lap and gave me one of her big wet kisses, all smoochy, long and noisy."

"God, I thought that was so hot," Rach says, "It's true I do have some plantation memories, as you put it, because I was shocked...and secretly thrilled."

"There was no secret girl, Miss M and I knew you wanted to join us when your mouth dropped open." Jasmine laughs and hugs Rach. "Tell Janie what I did next."

"What a trip," Rach says, "I was trying not to stare, I turned back to the bar and was sitting just so, but my eyes were glued to the mirror. And then it happened, Miss M got up and then you stood and stretched. You looked like a sleek black leopard about to eat something. Then you started walking toward me, in that sexy, come hither way you have and I just couldn't move, couldn't breath. Closer and closer you got until your face was right next to mine and our eyes were staring at each other in the mirror."

I reach across and hold Rach's hand. She goes on, "You were so close, almost touching me, and I could see my face blushing right there in the mirror, turning pink. You were so close I could feel little shocks of electricity arching between us. Closer and suddenly your hot cheek was pressed against mine. It felt as natural as my hand slipping into a silk glove. And then you smiled that warm all-is-forgiven smile and said, 'It's lonely in here, come and join us, won't you please.' You could have ordered me to get on my knees right then and there, but instead you were the perfect lady. You captured me!"

As the car winds its way home, I realize how much I need to talk to Rach alone. What is this! I feel like destiny is a warm arm, welcoming around my shoulder. There by someone else's choice, but somehow right as though I would in fact have chosen these pleasant stroking fingers for my own.

Soon we arrive at the circular drive outside our dorm, the place is nearly deserted this late except for a few girls siting on the top step, smoking. They look at us funny as we get out of the car to hugs and kisses from Jasmine, Miss M, and Jeanna who has come around to open the door for us. The girls on the step watch us. Finally the car drives away and the we walk up the steps. When we pass the girls, they look at us funny, "Who was that in that junky heap? Better be careful who you get a ride home with!"

"We will!" we say, knowing as we say it that Jasmine's magic is real.