Chapter 2

Amidst my confusion, Tiffany came over and greeted the woman warmly. "You're here, Dorothy! Come on in."

Tiffany escorted the woman into the house before making the introductions. It turned out the woman was Dorothy Gray, Tiffany's good friend who lived next door.

"Dorothy, this is Tom Lawson, a friend of Donald's from his hometown who he treats like a little brother. He just moved in with us recently."

Dorothy eyed me peculiarly before remarking with a grin, "I didn't expect Donald to have such a young and handsome friend!"

"Of course. He just graduated from college, you know. Not only is he young, but he's very fit and capable too!"

I wasn't sure if I was mistaken, but I got the feeling there was a hidden meaning behind Tiffany's words. Her gaze seemed to be flitting toward a certain sensitive area of my body.

It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Dorothy studied me closely while asking, "Tiff, is he the masseur you told me about?"

"That's right! I was talking about Tom here. He learned traditional massage techniques from his grandpa, and he's great at it," Tiffany said before looking at me.

"I didn't have the time to tell you sooner. Let me fill you in now. Dorothy here suffers from soreness in her waist and neck. She feels tightness in her chest too sometimes, and she's been meaning to find someone who can give her a massage. Well, I figured that since you know how to do massages, she can come over and give it a try."

Now that I got the gist of the situation, I readily agreed to it.

Donald and Tiffany had graciously allowed me to stay with them. They were even going to get me a job. It was only natural for me to help them out when I could.

However, Dorothy looked a little shy. She pulled Tiffany aside and said, "Are you sure this is okay? He's so young."

"So what if he's young? Isn't it better that he is? Only a fine young man can fulfill all your needs."

"What are you blabbering about? I'm not that kind of person," Dorothy retorted, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

Chuckling, Tiffany replied, "I was just kidding. In any case, you're the one who chose to interpret it in a perverted way. Come on. Be honest with me now. I know your husband, Robert, has been gone for half a year now. Have you not felt any urges at all?"

"Keep this up and I'm leaving!" Even Dorothy's ears had turned red.

Tiffany quickly clutched Dorothy's arm and said, "Oh, alright. I'll stop asking you about it. I know you're a prim and proper person. Anyway, I'll have you know that Tom is a very good masseur. You should let him give you a massage and see for yourself. Isn't it better to have a young and handsome masseur than some random old one you'd find outside?"

Dorothy must've thought Tiffany had a point because she nodded along.

"You'll have to stay with me, though. Otherwise, it'll feel strange."

"Sure. I'll stay with you."

The two women muttered among themselves for a while before coming back to me. Dorothy wanted Tiffany to get a massage first while she looked on from the side, so Tiffany lay herself down on the couch without another word.

"You can start now, Tom."

After getting a stool and sitting beside Tiffany, I started massaging her shoulders. She had a great figure with curves in all the right places. I couldn't help but feel tempted to smack her bouncy breasts and butt.

"How is it, Tiff? Does it feel good?" Dorothy asked.

"Of course. I haven't felt this good in ages," Tiffany replied between moans, her sounds making both Dorothy and me blush.

I felt something building up in my nether region. Dorothy looked ill at ease too. Her legs were tightly squeezed together.

"Okay. It's your turn now, Dorothy," Tiffany said before getting up from the couch. She went to the kitchen to get us some water.

Looking rather bashful, Dorothy lay herself down on the couch and used a blanket to cover her legs. It was such a shame to hide those gorgeous legs of hers. That being said, no matter what she did, she could never keep her breathtaking figure fully hidden.

She had a slender frame that was complemented by ample curves that made her look incredibly sexy despite her youthful looks.

As soon as I placed my hands on her shoulders, I tensed up. While I was too afraid to fantasize about getting it on with Tiffany, why couldn't I fantasize about her friend instead?

According to what Tiffany said, it sounded like Dorothy's husband had been gone for a long time now. Dorothy had to be feeling lonely.

"Does it feel good, Dorothy?" I asked tentatively.

Instead of using her words, Dorothy simply gave me a slightly embarrassed hum of affirmation.

Emboldened by her response, I said, "I can make you feel even better."

My hands slowly moved down her back.

Dorothy's body trembled. "What are you doing?"

"Your waist hurts, right? I'll massage that area for you," I said cautiously.

Dorothy didn't say anything this time, so I assumed she'd given me her tacit agreement.

Once my hands slid down her back, I started massaging her waist. It was tiny! I felt like I could cup her waist with my hands. Nevertheless, she had a plump butt that looked positively delectable.

"Your shoulders seem fine, Dorothy, but your waist is in a bad condition," I said to Dorothy.

"What? What's wrong with it?" Dorothy asked nervously.

I continued to massage her while replying, "It feels like you have some kind of hormonal imbalance caused by the weakness in your kidneys. That's why your waist and back hurts."

"Is kidney weakness something that usually affects men? Would a woman like me suffer from it too?"

"That's actually a common misunderstanding," I explained. "All men and women have two kidneys, after all. While most people know that a man's sexual drive has a correlation with his kidneys, they don't know that women who suffer from deficiencies and imbalances will also have weak kidneys.

"Judging by your pale complexion, it looks like you've been suffering from symptoms of poor blood circulation and hormonal imbalance. However, you've ignored the symptoms for a long time, so it has led to other problems as well."

"What should I do?" Dorothy asked.

Smiling, I said, "Actually, your condition isn't that serious. As long as I give you the necessary massage for a period of time, your condition will improve."

"Alright then. Hurry up and do the massage."

"You got it. I'll start now."

My hands started roaming below her waist. I could sense that she was all tensed up, but she didn't say anything. Thus, I grew bolder. I brushed my hands over her butt before taking off the blanket covering her long, fair legs that looked so damn beautiful.

At last, I grabbed her foot and started applying pressure to a specific spot. She couldn't resist letting out a moan, her face instantly turning red.

"Are you okay, Dorothy?" I asked.

Her breath was hitched. "I'm fine. You can carry on now, Tom."

As I continued to massage her foot, I couldn't resist sneaking a peek up her skirt. Unfortunately for me, she kept her legs pressed together, so I couldn't see anything.

After a while, I grew dissatisfied with this, so I fearlessly said, "Dorothy, you're suffering from tightness in your chest too, right? Why don't I give you a massage to address it as well?"

I instinctively glanced at Dorothy's chest. I know it'd feel incredibly good if I got to massage her there. I was worried she might reject the offer, but to my surprise, she replied, "S-Sure."

Exhilarated, I pulled the stool toward the front. "Please lay on your back, Dorothy. It'll be easier for me to give you the massage that way."

Dorothy did as told and flipped over. Although her breasts were smaller than Tiffany's, they were quite perky. I'd never touched a woman's chest before, so I felt extremely nervous.

Just as I was about to start the massage, Tiffany's voice rang out. "Oh, my. You two got cozy with each other quite quickly, huh?"