Patreon Story: The Tutor, Part 24

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Part 24

My shirt?

I immediately tensed up. “Annabelle-” Pausing right away, I could already hear her answer to my reservations in my head. According to her, ‘clothes are a construct.’ If she didn’t mind hanging out in just a bra the other day, then her immature self wouldn’t see a problem with me doing the same. Plus, any objection held the risk of proving her point about me having a crush on her.

Deep down, the studious girl within was telling me that it was a lose/lose situation. Letting her strip me was inappropriate, but refusing made it seem like I was indeed freaking out about something as simple as a massage. Between the two options, however, going along with it felt like the better choice. That was how we were going to get back to tutor/student, right?

Right.

Diverting from my initial train of thought, I let out that nervous breath I had kept myself from showing less than a minute ago. “Umm, make sure you fold it,” I said. As if that was my biggest concern right now. It doubled as implied permission, as the only way the bold redhead could fold my nice shirt was if it was removed from my body first.

“Of course,” Annabelle said from behind me. Fiddling with the hem of my top, her fingertips brushed against my bare skin just underneath, “Arms up, Mere.”

She was so uniquely confident. Nothing the girl ever said was a question, yet there was a casualness to all of her little demands. I was going to keep telling myself it was a rich girl thing, rather than an Annabelle thing. Not having anything good to say in response, I simply swallowed and then did as she said.

A moment later, her hands slipped underneath my top and gently pulled me back by my bare midriff. At the same time, I felt her chest brushing my back and her lips against my ear. “Good girl,” she whispered. And, like it was nothing, she reset our bodies and pulled my top all the way up without dragging out the process at all.

Despite the warmth of the room, I felt a slight chill as my stomach and then chest were bared. A second later, my shirt was gliding up my arms and removed completely. I blushed furiously. It wasn’t the first time she had nonchalantly used the patronizing phrase, but it had never felt so intimately possessive before. The sight of my embarrassingly plain bra added a whole new mess of emotions, considering how nice all of Annabelle’s clothes and undergarments were. At least, the ones I had seen her in. If I had known something like this was going to happen, I would have worn something classier underneath.

Not, like, for that reason. I just felt self-conscious enough about my size, confidence, and social class compared to her, and this was a much more personal thing that I felt like I was going to be silently judged for. Was it too late to grab my top and flee to the bathroom? Annabelle hadn’t seen my boring bra cups yet; she only had a view of the straps and band at the moment.

Annabelle’s hands on my mostly bare shoulders confirmed that it was too late. Her grip was light and gentle, yet I still felt instantly weighed down by her touch. This was what I had committed myself to. A massage from the eighteen year old girl that I was supposed to be tutoring. At some level, maybe she was right. I was SUPER tense, though it was difficult to tell how much of that was from my academic stresses and how much was from the last few minutes.

Whatever lingering thoughts about calling this whole thing off faded when Annabelle squeezed my shoulders. Fuck. When was the last time I had a massage? Most of my university friends weren’t the touchy-feely type, myself included. The first bit of pressure from the girl’s thumbs was enough to instantly make me crave more. It didn’t change the fact that I had a few reservations about being topless and having the girl’s hands on me, but those were put on hold for a moment as I let her fingers gently knead my shoulders.

It was just a massage. Nothing more.

“Is this okay, Mere?” she quietly asked.

While it was going against the ‘never asks questions’ observation of mine, I had a feeling she knew the answer already. “Mm hmm,” I nodded. Okay, maybe I was telling a few white lies with that affirmation. But I was focusing on the way her hands were working my shoulders, and that by itself was more than okay.

Her hands were distinctly feminine as I felt them applying pressure to my bare skin, yet she was more than capable of going deep enough to make me melt from the relaxation. Some girls didn’t have the best grip strength, which led to pretty weak shoulder massages. Not Annabelle. She found that perfect middle ground, where her hands felt good without getting too aggressive like others did when they found knots.

It could have been five seconds or five minutes of silence; I had no idea. At some point, she shifted to rub the sweet spot between my neck and shoulders, and I forgot all about why perhaps this wasn’t the most appropriate idea. “Close your eyes, Mere,” she murmured.

Not the most difficult task. My head was already naturally lowering itself from the latest sensation, and my eyelids had drooped a little bit as well. It didn’t take much to let them flutter closed completely. I didn’t consider the fact that Annabelle couldn’t see my face, so I blushed a little when she asked for confirmation a moment later. Right. I guess I should have told her. “They’re closed . . .” I said.

“Good girl.”

And that was that. Without Annabelle’s impressive personal suite to idly check out while facing away from her, all I could focus on was her hands. She gave a lot of attention to my neck before finally shifting back to my shoulders. Aside from quietly humming every now and then when I really appreciated a gesture, I just let her work. Clearly she knew what she was doing, and I was happy to get lost in the experience for a time.

I didn’t notice right away, but eventually felt a trace of warm breath on the back of my neck. “Mere?” Annabelle whispered.

“Hmm?” It’s about all I could manage while under her spell.

“I’m going to unclasp your bra,” she quietly said, “You don’t have to take it off or anything. The straps are just getting in my way. Okay?”

I just nodded. “Mm hmm.” She had already pressed and pulled on the bra straps a few times, so I was well aware that they were a hindrance to what could be a better massage. Wanting more of what I had already been given, and trusting her point that her hands fully on my shoulders would make the experience easier for her and better for me, I consented right away.

“Good girl, Mere.” Using the straps themselves as guides, Annabelle traced down my upper back with paralleled fingertips until she arrived at the band. “Hold still.” Her lips had found their way to my ear again for the latest whispered directive, but I didn’t twitch in the slightest this time around. I was supposed to hold still.

After a small dose of suspense, Annabelle loosened my bra.

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