Extra-Virgin Oil

Kaiia Eve, this masseuse, clocks Nick Strokes right away—he’s twitchy, talking fast, sweating like an idiot in a hot shower. She cracks a joke to ease the heat and hears the real problem: he’s twenty-something and still completely, painfully untouched. Frat recruitment’s hanging over his head like a sad joke—nobody wants a guy who clams up every time a girl walks past. Kaiia smirks, signals it’s clinic time, and says she’ll walk him through talking to chicks while giving him a full-on nuru massage. Sliding out of her clothes in two practiced moves, Nick’s jaw hits the tile. She just laughs, tips the oil bottle over her skin so it cascades down her curves, every drop glistening, rolls onto the mat and presses slick belly to his. Every squelching glide talks more sense than any pep-talk—her tits hug his chest, her thigh rides up his thigh, that slick friction stoking nerve endings he never knew he had. Between teasing slow strokes she tells him what to say, how to hold eye contact, when to dip in a filthy joke. The flattery hits the mark too hard; suddenly Nick’s rock-hard against her stomach. Kaiia sees it pop and just grins wider. ‘Step one, ace—own it.’ And with a lewd little shift of her hips she lines her soaked pussy straight over that untouched cock, daring him to keep learning.