Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 19:48:03 -0400
From: Barry Gold <barry.gold69@gmail.com>
Subject: Rubbed the Right Way

Sarah & Allison
Rubbed The Right Way


Foreword:

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-jan



Sarah noticed Allison wince as she brought the washcloth near her
midsection during their daily shower. Knowing that Allison tended to
minimize injuries, she spoke up, "What's up, sweets? I saw that flinch."

"Nothing. I'm just a little tender today."

"That didn't look like a simple wince. I'll call Mom when we finish."

"OK, OK. It's just been a bad day. My monthly visitor came today during
lunch and I caught a ball in the stomach at practice. So, I'm not feeling
real good right now. Satisfied?"

"Yes, sweetheart. I worry when you get hurt or aren't feeling well. Caught
a ball in the stomach? How? Not paying attention?"

"It was an accident. I was marking someone on the other team when there was
a turnover. The pass came in low, just as I turned and before I could
react. It knocked the wind out of me. Since it was near the end of
practice, the coach said I could go."

"How can I help?"

"I could use a tummy rub and massage."

"Basic or full?"

"Just a basic, sunshine. I'm afraid I'm not going to be much fun today."

"No problem. I need to get something from downstairs while you finish
here. I'll meet you in the bedroom."

Allison knew Sarah wanted to talk to her mom, but let it go, "OK. Don't be
too long, please."

"I won't. Why don't you put something on the stereo and light a candle."
Sarah wrapped herself in a towel and went downstairs. Her mom was sitting
at the kitchen table, going through the mail.

"What's up, darling?"

"Allison's not feeling well."

"Did she say why?"

"Her period started today and she caught a kicked ball in the stomach. She
said she's just sore, but I wanted to make sure you knew."

"Do you think I need to come take a look?"

"Not yet. I was going to give her a tummy rub and massage. Is that OK?"

"Should be. Just pay attention to how she responds. Try not to press too
hard, at first."

"OK. I was going to use some clove and rosemary in the massage oil. Should
I use anything stronger?"

"Not yet. Why those two scents?"

"They both have an anti-inflammatory property."

"That's interesting. On your next break, can you list out some references
on aromatherapy for me?"

"Sure, Mom. Can you call Allison's mom and let her know she probably won't
be home for dinner?"

"No problem, kitten. I believe you have a patient waiting for you?"

"Thanks, mom."

"Let me know if you need me." Sarah bent down to kiss her mom's cheek and
ran back upstairs.





Allison had spread a towel on the bed and was curled up on it. Karen
Carpenter was singing 'Rainy Days and Mondays' in the background. Dropping
her towel, "Sorry I took so long, Ally, I had to get something for the
massage oil. Can you sit up for me, please?"

Allison rolled over and let Sarah slip between her and the headboard. She
drew Allison back between her spread legs until she could rest her head on
Sarah's shoulder. "I've got you, darling. Relax and be comfortable." Sarah
moved to rest her hands on Allison's stomach and she tensed, almost moving
her hands to protect herself.

Sarah caught Allison's hands, putting them back on her knees, "Relax. I
will do everything I can do not to hurt you, but you have to let me try. We
will go very slowly. You will let me know if I do anything that hurts
you. You will let me know if I do anything that makes you feel good. I love
you."

Allison whispered, "OK," and her hands relaxed.

Sarah rubbed a small amount of oil on her hands, warming it. She rested one
hand on Allison's hip, away from her stomach. Cooing, soothingly,
"Relax. Be comfortable. Your arms are heavy. You can't move them off my
legs." While she talked, Sarah moved her other hand to Allison'
ribcage. Allison flinched but otherwise didn't move or say anything.

Sarah kissed Allison's ear and neck. "Take a breath. As you let it out,
your back relaxes. Take another breath. As you let it out, your legs
relax." Sarah moved both hands to Allison's stomach. "Your eyelids are very
heavy. You can't keep them open. Take another breath. As you let it out,
your stomach relaxes." Sarah felt Allison's ribs and stomach relax.

Sarah got some more oil on her hands, renewing the clove and rosemary
scent. She started rubbing Allison's stomach in small, easy circles,
getting her used to the touch, seeing how sensitive she was. After a minute
or so, she started stroking gently with her thumbs from just under
Allison's breasts down to just above her panties. Going a little wider with
each stroke, Sarah continued. When she reached Allison's sides, she moved
back to her middle, pressing a little harder with each set of
strokes. Allison started to purr very softly.

After a few passes, Sarah started stroking in from Allison's sides, over
her ovaries, towards her center. By now, Allison was almost molded to Sarah
— she was so relaxed. Sarah continued to stroke across Allison's
stomach. At one point, Allison shivered and said, "Ooh," very softly. After
a few more passes, Sarah was ready to start the massage.

"Sweets, are you ready for the massage?" After no response from Allison,
Sarah carefully rolled her onto her side. Sarah reached down and pulled up
the covers. Snuggling down, she enfolded Allison in her arms, spooning and
protecting her.

Sarah rested her chin atop Allison's head, waiting for sleep to come, and
reflected on her life. There had been a lot of changes, physically and
emotionally, since she'd met Allison. Sarah had grown about a half inch,
Allison closer to an inch. Sarah's figure had only filled out a little,
maybe a cup size in her breasts, a bit sharper in the hips. Allison had
changed more.

The emotional turmoil that surrounding her friends finding out about her
relationship with Allison had died down. Those that objected left them
alone. Those that didn't kept life normal. They attended a few parties,
even hosted one or two. Not having to worry about dating allowed them to
concentrate on their studies, with a noticeable improvement in their
grades. Both Allison's soccer coach and Sarah's cheerleading coach had
commented that their performance was better.

The one thing that almost everyone commented on was Sarah's confidence. She
was comfortable as the center of attention now. While not an upfront
leader, she acted as the calm at the center of the storm of life. Some said
that they could tell where she was by her glow. Comments about her
relationship with Allison no longer bothered her, for the most part. She
saw that those comments didn't change her relationship with Allison. She
had the firm foundation of her parents' support if things got vehement. She
thought, ("Life is good") as sleep claimed her.





Sarah woke up to someone kissing her cheek. "Hi, Mom. What time is it?" she
asked sleepily.

Sarah's mom replied, "Late. How is Allison doing?"

"The tummy rub put her out. I didn't even get to the massage."

"Hungry?"

"Not right now. I want to stay here in case Ally wakes up."

"OK. I'll leave something in the 'frig in case you get up later. Let me
know if you need me. I'm going to bed."

"Thanks. 'Nite, mom."

" 'Nite, dear." She blew out the candle and turned out the light as she
closed the bedroom door.





Sarah woke up a few hours later. She shook Allison's shoulder, "Hey,
sunshine. I need to visit Mother Nature and I'll bet you do too. Hungry?"

Allison sounded like she wasn't totally awake, "I guess."

Sarah took one of Allison's hands and rested it on her shoulder and led
them to the bathroom. When they were done, she told Allison, "I'm going to
raid the 'frig. Why don't you go back to bed?"

"OK."

Sarah went downstairs into the kitchen. She found a plate of sandwiches
wrapped in plastic and knew that that was what her mom had left for
them. She poured a glass of milk and went back upstairs. Sarah found
Allison propped up against the headboard with her eyes closed. "Praise be
to the momster. There is a special place reserved for moms who take care of
their kids so well. If my stomach was any emptier, you could reach my back
through my front."

Allison opened her eyes and smiled. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, "What
did Mom leave us?" Looking as she unwrapped the plate, "Oh, goody. Chicken
salad!" She tore off a piece of one sandwich and popped it into her mouth,
"Mmmmmmm."

She tore off another piece and popped it into Allison's mouth. Her eyes
flew open as she chewed. "More please."

"My pleasure, love. Just lay back and enjoy. I am happy to serve you."
Sarah proceeded to alternately feed herself and Allison until the plate was
empty, including any crumbs, and the milk glass was empty. Allison's color
looked better. "Why don't you slide down and go back to sleep? I'll take
the dishes down in the morning."

"OK, sunshine. Thanks. I owe you."

"No, you don't. I do love you. What was it someone said, 'Lovers celebrate
when life is good, and comfort each other when it isn't.' That's all I was
doing, comforting you." Sarah spooned up behind Allison again, but this
time, nestled into Allison's neck so she could kiss Allison's ears and neck
if she wanted to.

When they woke up again, Sarah gave Allison another tummy rub and a
massage. They were showered, dressed, and fixing breakfast when Sarah's mom
came downstairs. "Good morning, ladies. How are you feeling, Allison?"

"OK, I guess, Dr. Black. Sarah's brand of TLC is very effective." Sarah
blushed a bit at the praise.

"May I take a look, please?"

"Sure." Allison pulled up her T-shirt and stood there while Sarah's mom
examined her stomach.

After a minute or so, "You can put your shirt down, Allison. You'll be OK,
but I suspect a soccer-ball-sized bruise will show up before long."

"I suspect you're right."

"It smells good. What's for breakfast?"

The three ladies conversed as they ate. When they were finished, the girls
cleared the table and did the dishes. Allison hugged Sarah's mom, "Thanks
for caring for me."

"You're welcome, darling. Anytime."

Sarah stood by the door. Allison kissed her deeply, completely, "Thanks,
munchkin. I'll call you later. I don't know what I did to ever deserve
you."

Sarah smiled, kissing Allison back. "I don't know if you deserve me or
not. I don't know if I deserve you. I told you last night, I give because I
love you. Just as you have given to me in similar situations. Now go before
I throw you down and make mad, passionate love to you right here in the
doorway, scandalizing the whole neighborhood."

"OK, OK. I'm going. We'll have to keep that idea in mind for the future,
though."

"Oh, you," lightly punching her in the arm.

Allison chuckled as she walked through the yard towards her house.


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