CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12

I slid into my apartment, kicking off my shoes and grabbing some leftovers from the fridge. Tonight it was simple—last night’s spaghetti and meatballs, reheated, with a little sprinkle of parmesan on top. My phone lit up the room as I sat down at the table, fork in hand, shoveling a bite into my mouth.

Even while chewing, my mind wandered. Jasmine. I couldn’t shake the image of her from earlier—more than ten rapid climaxes, that oil working its magic. Just thinking about it made a shiver run through me, pressing against my jeans.

Then there was Kayla. That look. The one she gave me when I blurted out my size. Her eyes flicking down for a split second before she looked away. I could still feel the heat rise in my chest remembering it.

I shoved the thoughts aside and reached for my phone, scrolling aimlessly, when the doorbell rang.

"Hmm?"

I opened the door to a stranger. At first, I didn’t recognize her. But then it clicked—she was one of Jasmine’s friends I’d seen at the gas station.

She had long, dark chestnut hair that fell in glossy waves over her shoulders. Her lips were full and curved naturally, giving her a permanent look of playful mischief. Her chest... excuse my language but large as fuck, straining against the fitted black crop top she wore. Her jeans were tight, hugging every curve of her massive, round ass. Over her shoulders hung a light denim jacket, unbuttoned, and on her feet were simple white sneakers. She was on the thick size—the kind of thickness that felt just right.

My mouth went dry for a second, and I realized I was staring before I could stop myself.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. "Uh... how could I help you?"

The woman smiled, a little mischievous, and leaned slightly forward. "Hey... Evan, right?"

"Yeah," I said, raising an eyebrow.

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Come on... Jasmine’s waiting for you."

"For what?" I asked, frowning.

Her smile widened. "Another massage session."

I blinked. "Uh... right..."

She glanced at the doorframe like she was checking the clock. "I knocked ten minutes ago, but you weren’t home, I think."

"Yes," I muttered, a little flustered, and stammered, "I... uh... yeah. I was outside..."

"Massaging girls again?"

"What, no. I was having a coffee."

Her eyes flicked down, just for a moment, and she peeked at the plate of spaghetti I’d been eating. Then she laughed softly. "Jasmine and I are waiting in the house. Come quick, don’t make us wait, magic fingers."

She waved at me lightly before turning and slipping into the next door—Jasmine’s apartment.

I stood frozen for a moment, my mouth slightly dry, before gulping down the last of my bite.

"Well, shit."

I shoveled down the rest of the spaghetti like a starving man, barely tasting it. Plate empty, I set it aside and exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself. If Jasmine really wanted me back for another massage, I wasn’t about to show up looking like a slob.

I swapped into something halfway decent—a clean fitted shirt and jeans that didn’t smell like takeout—and ducked into the bathroom. The mirror caught me staring at my own reflection, hair slightly mussed, jaw tense. I dragged a hand over my face. "Alright, Evan. Play it cool."

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My finger hovered for a second, then tapped Sensual Massage Oil.

A soft shimmer rippled through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the familiar sleek bottle appeared in my hand. No delivery, no package—just there, like it had always belonged.

I tucked it under my arm, left my flat and made my way to the next door and knocked on it, nerves buzzing.

It swung open almost instantly—her friend, chestnut hair bouncing as she smiled knowingly.

"You made it," she said.

"Yeah," I answered, forcing a crooked smile.

"Come in," she urged, stepping aside.

I crossed the threshold, and the smell of something cooking hit me. Jasmine stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove. She turned, her eyes warm.

"Hey, Evan."

"Hey," I replied. "I’m, uh... here for the massage."

Jasmine tilted her head with a faint smirk. "Oh, no... the massage isn’t for me this time."

Before I could ask, movement to my left caught my eye.

Her friend was already slipping her clothes off, piece by piece, until she stood in nothing but a bra and panties. My throat went dry, and the words slipped out before I could stop them. "Holy shit..."

Jasmine laughed under her breath, glancing at her friend. "Tessa, you’re shameless. Couldn’t even wait a second, huh?"

Tessa shot her a playful grin as she kicked her jeans aside. "Please. You’ve been bragging about him nonstop. I had to see what these magic hands are about." She winked at Jasmine. "Don’t get jealous if he makes me melt."

"Jealous?" Jasmine arched a brow, stirring her pot again. "Just don’t scream too loud, or the neighbors will call the cops."

Tessa laughed and stretched before lowering herself onto the couch, her curves sinking into the cushions.

I stepped closer, heart thudding, the bottle of oil slick in my hand. "Any spot giving you trouble?" I asked, trying to keep it casual.

She glanced back over her shoulder, lips curling. "My back. It’s been aching all week."

I nodded, fingers tightening around the bottle. "Got it. Just let me know if I’m too rough."

Tessa let out a little laugh. "Sheesh, you’re way too serious. Calm down, it’s just a massage, not a job interview."

From the kitchen, Jasmine smirked without even looking up from her pot. "Don’t mind him. He was a virgin just days ago—then I turned him into a man."

My head snapped toward her. "Okay, that’s enough," I muttered, heat rushing to my face. "Don’t embarrass me like that, please."

Tessa’s smile only grew wider. "Aw, that’s adorable." She dragged her nails lightly along the cushion. "Wish I’d been the one to devour you instead."

Blood rushed to my cheeks again, and I had to look away before they both caught the full shade of red I’d turned.

I popped the cap, letting the golden liquid pool in my palm, and drizzled it across the smooth plane of her back. My hands met her skin, warm and soft, and I began to work the oil in slow circles, muscles shifting beneath my fingers.

The oil gleamed under the light as I worked it into Tessa’s back, my palms sliding in slow strokes. Every time I pressed into her shoulders, she shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. The aphrodisiac effect was clear—her skin twitched beneath my fingertips, nerves alive, her breath catching at the lightest touch.

"Mmm... god, he’s really good," Tessa purred, her cheek pressed against the cushion. "You weren’t lying, Jasmine."

From the couch behind us, Jasmine laughed low, the sound warm and taunting. "Told you."

Heat rose in my chest, and I forced myself to focus, letting my hands glide lower, tracing the arch of her spine, kneading the tension out of her hips. She moaned softly, her back arching, every stroke pulling another sound from her throat.

I worked my thumbs along the base of her spine, circling into the small of her back, then down over the curve of her waist. Her body trembled, slick with oil, the cushions beneath her damp from more than just sweat.

"Fuck," Tessa whispered, her voice raw. "Okay, that’s enough... I need more than your hands. Make me cum."

"Huh?"

Without a word, Tessa got up, legs shaking from the pleasure, crossed to the dinner table, planting both hands on the surface. She leaned forward, ass arched high, her panties clinging to her curves. When she glanced back at me, her lips were parted in a hungry smile.

"Enough teasing," she breathed. "Now make me cum."

"In front of Jasmine?"

From the side, Jasmine’s laughter spilled again, smooth and knowing. "He’s still so innocent."

"Mm, innocent, but good with his hands," Tessa shot back, wiggling her hips. "Now let’s see what else he’s good at."