“Okay. My turn.”

I heard her shuffling around on the bed while I got up and turned around to switch places with her. But then I saw that she was facedown across my mattress and lying comfortably with her head pillowed on her arms. But more importantly, she was now topless, her naked back an unbroken canvas of Light tan smoothness and supple musculature.

"Uh, Diane?" I ventured.

"C'mon. Amber promised that you could help de-stress me from my finals."

This made a certain logical sense. After all, Amber REALLY liked me giving her massages. What woman doesn't?

"C'mon man-slut. Don't tell me a Little skin has got you shy."

Ooh, a jab at my ego. With a mild adrenaline boost I mounted the bed and then straddled Diane's tight backside. I was tall enough that my crotch didn't press against her ass or anything, lest she realize that she was already having some effect on my lower appendages. And so I went to work on her muscles.

"Mmm..." Diane hummed as I went to work on her. For the next ten minutes, I passed completely beyond neck massages and worked my way across her shoulders, down both arms, wriggling out her hands and fingers, and of course down to Diane's lower back. My fingertips were getting dangerously close to her breasts on each side and to her butt-cheeks, but I stayed within my own self- imposed boundaries.

By the time I was done, Diane was a puddle on the blanket.

"Iam so jealous..." Diane purred when I moved off of her and sat on the mattress with my feet on the floor. "Amber gets those whenever the hell she wants."

"Yes, she does."

Diane half-turned her torso, covering her breast with one arm as she twisted around to look at me. "Well, as I understand it, she also has a special way of thanking you for your efforts."

My mind immediately flashed to Amber's idea of thanking me. It usually involved my dick in her mouth.

“Uh, yeah, she does. But that's between me and her."

“Oh, it's not a secret," Diane smiled.

“We're her friends; she tells us everything. And really, fair is fair. You did give me a wonderful massage." And with that, Diane sat up and dropped her arms away from her chest. Her tits were petite but curvy, just Like the rest of her.

B-cups if I had to guess. And they stood off from her chest with rock-hard firmness and her nipples were even harder now than before.

She slipped off the bed and moved around to kneel in front of me, her hands going to my own Loose pajama pants.

“Uh, Diane! Diane.“ I gripped her wrists before she managed to drag my pants down.

“You really don't have to do anything. I mean, uh, you gave me a massage first. So we're even.”

My hands had gone slack around her wrists, and before I could tighten them, she jerked my pants down and exposed my hard erection out into the cool night air. Her head bent over it, with her eyes swiveling up into mine.

“What? You don't want me to?"

I'd gotten a new grip on her wrists, so tiny and thin in my meaty paws.

So she wasn't moving anywhere.

“Of course I want you to. That's not the point."