by Ryan Michele
Each of us were given a pen and clipboard. Skimming through the list, I had to admit it was a bit strange, but this was a new experience and one with Quinn, so I was in.
The questions were:
Do you consider yourself a good kisser?
On a scale of 1-10, (10 being the highest) how would you rate your kissing skill?
Do you think your partner or you should initiate the kiss?
What’s your ideal kiss?
Are you a lip biter?
Do you enjoy kissing?
Who is your partner today?
Never had I thought to rate my kissing skills. It turned the woman on, that was what counted. But I answered honestly.
“Now if you are finished, please pass your answers back to Niko, and he will return them to you at the end of our session today.”
Niko gathered our responses and handed them off to another woman who I didn’t even hear enter the room, and as fast as she came, she was gone.
“Thank you, Monique. Before we get started, everyone, if you will please take a breath mint.” Niko passed a bowl full of individually wrapped mints around. I popped it in my mouth tasting wintergreen and watched as Quinn wrapped her lips around hers. “Now I want you to face your partner. Gaze into each other’s eyes. Gentlemen, I want you to stroke your partner’s cheek with one finger. Setting the mood is critical. Seduction is an art not all can master, but I’m going to give you the tools you’ll need to perfect kissing.”
“Ouch. You scratched me,” Carley hissed at Joe.
Both Quinn and I chuckled.
“Enough!” Madame clipped. It took everything we had to stop smiling.
After taking a deep breath and trying to get as serious as Madame was, which didn’t happen, but we tried, my hand lifted. Index finger out, Quinn’s skin felt so damn soft at my touch.
One finger wasn’t enough, though. Cupping her face in my hand, my thumb swept over her lower lip. Quinn’s eyes softened, then closed as she leaned into the touch.
“This right here!” Madame said, snapping us out of our moment. Looking up, she was pointing at Quinn and me. “Do you see this? The way his hand is on her face, sensually and caring. The way his thumb traced her bottom lip telling his partner he wanted nothing more than to put his lips on hers.” Then Quinn closed her eyes, giving in to mine, requesting, wanting nothing more than for me to follow through. “This right here is seduction. Not a single word vocalized, but so much being said between them.”
Quinn’s breathing picked up as I felt my heart thump. Yeah, this was definitely a moment paused that we’d need to get back to later.
After the other couples did another try, Madame clapped her hands. “Next! Pecking. No, I’m not talking about a chicken. We’re talking friendship. That’s where all relationships begin, correct? That peck on the cheek. Now, go on.” She waved her hand at us to get busy.
I leaned over and gave Quinn a soft kiss on the cheek, and she reciprocated. Never thought a peck would be so damn seductive, but with Quinn it felt like it.
A commotion came from the other side of the room. Bruce was holding his hand to his lip, blood trickling down from it. “I’m so sorry!” Laura cried out.
“You need to be in sync with your partner. When you are not, these things happen,” Madame explained.
Bruce took off to the bathroom, coming back a bit later.
“The kids these days call this ‘making out.’ Me, I call it a connection. The first one you’ll have with a partner. This is with lips only at first, then builds into more. Carley and Joe. Show us.”
Joe didn’t hesitate to go for the gusto. There wasn’t much finesse to it, and it was a bit sloppy. Madame saw it too.
“You two watch Niko and myself.” Madame Bisset demonstrated leaning into one another slowly. Tension started whirling around the two. “Sometimes, I understand that passion takes over. Eagerness for avec la langue. Or a kiss with the tongue. Un baiser amoureux, a lover’s kiss should be passionate, engaging, and only between the two of you. Observe.”
Niko moved in, his lips touching Madame Bisset’s. They began to move together, each pulling the other closer until their fronts were completely touching. That was when the fire hit them. You could pinpoint the second it ignited for them.
After a few moments, Madame pulled away, her face flushed. She cleared her throat. “See the difference?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Okay, your turn.”
Kissing was where Quinn and I excelled. I hadn’t kissed her since the poker games, and being eager to taste her lips again was putting it mildly.
Her beautiful eyes met mine. They were swimming with so much emotion.
I could hear someone in the background complaining about their teeth clanking together, but I filtered the noise out. My focus was on the sexy woman in my arms.
Cupping her jaw, all I needed was instinct with Quinn.
Her breath fanned over my lips, touching them softly, feeling and learning every inch of her perfect mouth. She met me move for move, each of us inching closer to one another.
The kiss deepened and filled with a fiery passion that consumed me, burning me from the inside out. Her lips parted in invitation and I accepted, greedily hungry for her. Fireworks big and booming like the Fourth of July celebrations I went to as a kid rocketed behind my eyes. My tongue slid against Quinn’s, and the sweetest purr escaped her lips. We had perfect chemistry. Undeniable chemistry.
“Yes. Yes.” Madame Bisset clapped, pulling us apart. A growl escaped my throat, and Quinn giggled. “Quinn and Conner, that is what I want to see. Real genuine passion.”
“Passion until you interrupted.”
Madame Bisset smiled. “Passion like that is never interrupted.”
She was unbelievably right.
I didn’t miss the dirty looks shot our way from the group. Seems we were going to get that prize when the week ended. However, my eyes were on a much bigger and better one.
Quinn
Touch My Butt And Buy Me Tacos!
“Drum roll please.” No one moved. “Or not.” Rebecca rolled her eyes at the group. “I’ll give you one guess why we brought you here today. Anyone? Come on. Not even one guess. You guys are so lame. Couples massages.” She bounced up and down eagerly.
Conner squeezed my hip, and butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach. Were we getting massages together, or were we giving each other a massage? Rebecca hadn’t clarified, and I wasn’t going to be the one to ask her. Either way would work for me.
“This should be fun.” Conner’s breath caressed the shell of my ear along with his torturous lips. Lips I spent my night dreaming about. Yesterday when we locked lips to say sparks flew would be an inadequate description. It was so much more, and I could feel it everywhere.
It was why it bothered me he hadn’t pushed for anything more when we were alone at night. True, I didn’t push for more either, but his time was running out and fast. I thought he wanted this, and I needed to find out if I was right or wrong about him.
Please let me be right about him.
Our group moved through a breezeway and into a courtyard that had several white tents set up. The fabric blew slightly in the wind as we made our way into the gazebo in the middle of the tents.
A man with longish brown hair stood in front of a fountain with a statue of a naked woman in the center resembling a fertility goddess.
“Hello, welcome to couple massage 101. I will be your guide today. My name is Steven, but my friends call me Steve.”
Steven was a bit eccentric dressed in white linen pants and a tie-dye t-shirt with a black peace sign in the center. The purple tinted round glasses reminded me of Woodstock.
He went around our group asking for introductions.
“Everyone, pop a squat anywhere you’d like, but stay with your partner. Today I will be teaching you about tantric massage. Now wipe those smirks off your faces. Tantric massage isn’t about receiving an orgasm. Though that might be the result for
some.” He winked, and my stomach flipped. “The goal is to be in touch with your partner and their needs to please them. Some of you may need to learn how to give, and some of you may need to work on receiving pleasure. Today is about connecting with your partner not only on a physical level but mentally. Trust and communication are important in every relationship. I want each of you to face your partner and place your hands together palm to palm then close your eyes.”
Steven motioned with his hands. “Move so you two are facing one another.” We followed instructions, moving our bean bags with us. Yes, we were sitting on bean bags, which I hadn’t done in a really long time and was bringing up some awesome memories.
Conner grabbed my hands and pressed his palms to mine. My eyes drifted closed. Soft music played in the background. Other than that, the scene was serene.
“Everyone, close those eyes,” Steven warned. “I want you to focus on each other’s energy. Breathe in through your nose and exhale slowly,” Steven spoke quiet now, and the tone had a gentleness to it. “Become one with each other. Match the rhythm of one another’s breathing.”
I felt a bit silly but gave it my best effort, feeling for Conner’s inhales and exhales with my hands our only physical connection.
Others around us could be heard murmuring and giggling. Shut up! I wanted to yell, but I concentrated on Conner instead, and soon all the sounds faded away.
As we sat, the world around us opened. Our breathing went in sync, and I could feel Conner everywhere. From the tips of my fingers where we touched to the bottom of my feet.
It wasn’t as if we were one, but the quiet and connection brought front and center the times Conner and I had shared in the past. It was like a flood bombarding me everywhere. I felt my lips tip up and clutched onto Conner just a bit tighter.
I felt a cosmic connection to Conner on a level I had never felt before.
A hand landed on my shoulder, and I jumped, eyes flying open to see Steven beside me. “It’s important that you both feel in tune and completely comfortable. We are all vulnerable, but when you give and receive tantric pleasure you should feel completely relaxed. Like Conner and Quinn here. Observe their connection. Trust is a sacred bond, and I can feel how open they are to one another. They share a beautiful connection.” Steve’s hand left my shoulder, and I turned to find Rebecca shooting me a look that could kill.
“Now come this way. It’s education time,” Steven called out. Conner rose, holding out his hand to me. I took it, and he hoisted me up.
“Connection, huh?” he asked, bumping my shoulder.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
We entered into one of the tents that had a television and several beanbags on the ground. Steven instructed us to sit.
“Now, this is a video on how to perform a tantric massage on your partner. Make sure to take notes,” Steven joked, then turned on the video.
A blonde female came on the screen with a wide smile across her face. Conner reached over and took my hand as we watched. The woman was in a space with white walls, low lights, and music playing in the background. There was a large table right behind her.
“Once your partner is disrobed, have him or her lay face down on the massage table. For comfort, place a pillow under their head and their hips…” I listened intently on how to move my hands and where to press my palms for a better massage. “Once fully relaxed and you have completely massaged the backside of the body, roll your partner to their back and spread their knees apart to allow full access to the body and genital area.”
My eyes about bugged out of my head when the woman began to give illicit instructions on giving a lingam massage. Which I learned meant a penis massage. Yes, a freaking penis massage! I shit you not!
The woman demonstrated on her lovely male assistant how to roll the testicles, giving enough pressure to invoke, but not enough to be painful. Her hand on his balls kept going, and the man on the table's eyes started to roll into the back of his head. His other head was standing right to attention.
My face flushed, and the room started to get warm. I wanted to die right on the spot. My brother was only a few feet away, and we were getting lessons on how to give a great dick massage and to use oil or lube. These were things I never wanted to know about my brother. Love him to death, but no.
Adding to that, me giving his best friend a ‘massage’, I was sure wasn’t on the top of his list.
To further the humiliation the video changed gears to focusing on the female partner and anatomy. I felt badly for the young man on the tape. His erection was strong and proud, but he got up from the table and the woman took his spot. He began to demonstrate while she spoke.
“You should start off slow and soft with the fingertips brushing, then rubbing the nipples and exploring all erogenous zones, not limited to the clit and including the anus depending on the level of intimacy both partners are comfortable with. The goal is to bring your partner pleasure but not an orgasm, though, if it happens, it happens. When you feel your partner is close to that point it is important to pull back and shift their focus. Allow them to cool down through their breathing. The reason behind this is to build awareness and understanding between you and your partner. To communicate without words. To feel the bond between one another.”
The video ended, and Steve flipped on the light just as my heart felt like it would leap from my chest. “We have private massage rooms set up for each of you and your partner. Everything you will need for your massages is available and provided in your room. Does anyone have any questions before we assign your rooms?”
Laura’s hand shot up. “How long should the massages be?”
“Well, it isn’t like going to your local mall and doing one of the massage chairs.” Steven smiled at her. “As long as it takes to achieve tantric bliss for both partners. There is no time limit.” Laura looked scared shitless, but I didn’t have time to worry about her. I had my own issue to deal with.
Conner. The man squeezing my hand gently.
Did I expect Conner to go through with this? Sure, we had shared some amazing out of this world kisses, but this was different. This was full nudity and touching. And with his rejection the other night, I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. After strip teasing him and watching him jump in the shower instead of working out his frustrations with me, my ego took a bit of a hit.
While he held my hand and wrapped me in his arms several times, this was a whole new level. Having the man I’d crushed on for years not want me to touch him would definitely be a hit.
Steven showed us each to our assigned private rooms done up in all white. White flowers, white candles, white walls, sheets, all of it. In the center of the room a massage table waited. This one looked more comfortable than the one on the video, though.
Next to it was a table with a basket of assorted oils and lubes that hadn’t been opened as far as I could tell. The room appeared to be pristine which helped a bit.
My nerves were on overdrive.
The door closed behind Conner with a resounding click, and I stood awkwardly wondering how he felt about this entire situation.
“So um … you know that I don’t expect you to do this. I totally understand how it might be uncomfortable. We can just hang out. I don’t expect you to get naked … or to get a lingam massage,” I babbled on, the last couple of words coming out like a cough.
Conner stepped into my space, his finger grazing my jaw and our eyes connected. His were intense. “There’s no doubt that I want to do this. I’ve waited my whole life to touch every inch of your body.” Holy shit. Swoon. My knees grew weak, and I could’ve fainted then and there, but I had to know.
“You didn’t want to touch me the other night.”
His head shook. “You mean when you teased me with that body?”
I nodded then swallowed, but my throat suddenly felt raw.
“It took everything in me not to touch you, Quinn.”
“But then…” I interrupted as he pulled me
closer to him.
He leaned down whispering in my ear, “We haven’t talked about it. I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Yeah, I think we are, but...” He didn’t let me finish.
He smiled wickedly. “Strip down, Quinn. Ladies are first.”
My cheeks colored ten shades of red. “Erm. Okay.” Confidence in my body wasn’t an issue, except I had crushed on Conner as long as I could remember and now, I was about to strip down to my birthday suit and lay on a table for him to touch me anywhere and everywhere he pleased. I wasn’t certain I could handle it without completely losing myself in arousal. If it was anything like the video I was screwed.
“Would you like me to close my eyes?” he teased as his eyes roamed over my body, causing fire to caress each spot.
“No. I want this. I want you, Conner.” I sucked in a deep breath, shimmied out of my shorts, and followed by lifting my blouse over my head.
Standing before Conner in my undergarments his eyes wouldn’t leave me, making me burn white hot.
Conner licked his lips, and I took a deep breath knowing next to go was my bra. Taking a lesson from strip class, I turned my back to him and unclasped my bra, letting the fabric fall down my arms.
Go big or go home, Quinn.
Slowly my panties shimmied down my thighs, and using my toe I kicked them to the side. While I wanted to know what Conner thought, I climbed onto the table on my stomach before I could talk myself out of going through with this whole massage ordeal.
Conner got straight down to business. Eyes closed, I focused on my breathing, but I heard him rummaging through the basket with the different oils. The loud slapping of his palms coming together cracked in the quiet room, causing me to jump a bit. “Music?”
“Hmm?”
“There’s a remote for the sound system,” he responded.
