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Room 6, first floor
8:08 PM
Anne leaned over her biology textbook and tried to focus on the diagrams of cellular structures that she had been putting off memorizing all week. "Are you getting any of this?" she asked, looking up with a slight frown and twirling a strand of her long blonde hair in her fingers.
Valerie looked up, adjusted her glasses, and her velvet brown eyes met the bright blue of Anne's. The two girls were perched cross‑legged on Anne's neatly made bed, knees almost touching, open textbooks bridging the gap between them. The mattress gave a soft squeak as Valerie straightened and stretched, pulling her sweater vest tight against her chest.
"I... think so? Go ahead and quiz me," she replied.
With a quick nod Anne looked back down at her textbook. Her white yoga pants and matching sports bra, under a volleyball team t-shirt, hugged her athletic figure which was both toned and tanned from hours of outdoor exercise. "Okay, what do the mitochondria do in a cell?"
Valerie gathered the loose waves of her long brown hair in one hand and brought it around her shoulder as she tried to recall what she knew about mitochondria. "It's the, umm... powerhouse, so... it produces energy. Energy called, uhh..."
"ATP" supplied Anne.
"Right! I knew that!" Again Valerie adjusted her sitting position and straightened her knee-length plaid skirt. Under her sweater vest she wore a thin white button-down shirt, completing her trademark academic ensemble.
As Anne hunted for another quiz question, Valerie's attention wandered around the small dorm room. On the wall beside Anne's bed hung a poster for the school's volleyball team showing all of this year's team members posed in a group photo. Valerie located Anne in the photo, kneeling in the front row with the team's other first-year members and smiling brilliantly. Beside the bed was a desk, on which Anne's computer monitor sat angled so that it was visible from the bed. On the other side of the room a full length mirror adorned the wall, right beside the empty bed belonging to Anne's roommate. "So where's Katie tonight?" Valerie asked.
Anne looked up, remembering the text message she had received earlier in the evening from her roommate Katie. "She's at the Kappa Beta Gamma house. Some kind of pledge thing tonight. We've got the room to ourselves." Then suddenly, "Oh! I didn't tell you about last night did I?"
Valerie perked up, looking back at Anne. "What happened?" As was often the case when Anne and Valerie met to study, their conversation began to veer away from their study material. They had, after all, bonded over their mutual curiosity and love of gossip, since meeting in their shared biology class at the beginning of the semester. Since then, they had started hanging out regularly, as much to exchange campus gossip as to study the course material. The girls had found that they shared a similar sense of humor as well as a general fun-loving attitude that made studying much more bearable when they were together.
Grinning, Anne's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, last night I was coming back from the library and I heard singing in the hallway. It was coming from Cassandra's room. I put my ear to her door, just for a few seconds, but I could tell it was her!"
Valerie's eyebrows rose. "Really? Cassandra? I don't think I've heard her say two words all year."
Anne grinned "I know! Turns out she's got this incredible singing voice. It was like... opera or something. I couldn't believe it!"
Valerie giggled and closed her eyes trying to imagine shy, quiet Cassandra up on a stage singing opera. When she opened her eyes Anne was looking back down at the biology book and absently rubbing her shoulder as if it were painful. "Hurt yourself at practice?"
"Ah, just a little stiff. I don't know if it's from practice or the pilates I did just before you came over. I'll be fine," Anne answered. For a moment the room was silent as both girls struggled against the temptation to bring up other juicy bits of gossip.
Valerie sighed. "It's too quiet. My mind keeps wandering. You want to try some background music again?"
Remembering their last study session, during which they had successfully memorized the structure of the cell membrane while some random "ambient music for studying" video filled the room with gentle background noise. "Good idea. Hey computer, play ambient music for studying on YouTube." Prompted by Anne's voice command the computer launched a web browser. Within a few seconds, calm instrumental music hummed at a low volume from the computer speakers.
Valerie smiled, looked back down at her textbook, and said "Okay, let's see if you can get this: what are ribosomes composed of?"
Anne rubbed her shoulder and reached into her memory for the answer. "rRNA, right?"
"Good job, ask me one next."
While Anne flipped a couple of pages, the music suddenly stopped playing. Valerie glanced over at the computer screen. It was showing an advertisement for a chain of massage parlors with the message "Sports massage -- relieve, recharge, rebound" at the bottom. The image was of a serene studio in which a woman wearing a light blue tank top was kneading the shoulders of another woman lying on a massage table. The masseuse's fingers were pressing in slow, deliberate circles. The camera zoomed in on the technique, showing smooth, gliding strokes along the upper back. Valerie nudged Anne's knee and pointed at the screen, saying "Hey, look..."
Anne turned to face the screen, and watched until the sports massage advertisement ended and the music video resumed. Turning back around to face Valerie Anne sighed and said "Sports massage huh? Wish I could afford that."
Valerie's eyes lingered on the screen, a thoughtful expression on her face. She tapped her fingers on the edge of her textbook. It seems easy enough. Just... light pressure, finding the tense spots... it can't be that simple though, can it? I don't want to embarrass myself. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.
"Earth to Val," Anne interrupted, waving her hand at Valerie. "Are you ready for the next question?"
"I was just..." Valerie muttered. It's weird for friends to massage each other, right? But she can't afford a professional...
"Out with it! What are you thinking?" Anne prods.
"Well... maybe it's a dumb idea but I was just thinking... if you want... I could... try that sports massage thing on you." Valerie's eyes met Anne's and she continued "I mean, it looked pretty straightforward, right?. I'd just... follow what she was doing in that ad."
Anne paused for a moment, then her smile widened and she exclaimed "That actually sounds amazing! Anyway it can't hurt to try. Maybe if we can loosen up my shoulder and neck I'll be able to focus better."
Feeling relieved, Valerie returned Anne's smile. "Exactly!" But then she realized she hadn't thought this through -- how would they do it without a massage table? "How should we...?" she started.
Anne glanced around looking for options, then said "Maybe you can sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll sit on the floor. That way you can reach my shoulders."
Valerie nodded. "Let's try it."
Anne climbed off the bed and slid her textbook to the side and out of the way as she said "It's really nice of you to offer to do this."
Valerie just smiled and nodded as she scooted her legs over the side of the bed.
Then Anne lowered herself onto her knees and leaned back against Valerie's legs. "Does this work?" she asked, pulling her silky blonde hair off her shoulders and letting it lay over her chest.
"Perfect," Valerie replied, and tentatively lowered her palms to Anne's shoulders. Recalling what she had seen on the advertisement, Valerie's fingertips began to trace slow, deliberate circles. The light cotton shirt was soft and offered very little friction against Valerie's fingers. She pressed a little harder where she felt the muscles resist, then eased back and glided her palms toward the base of Anne's neck. Her hands felt the difference in warmth as they slid off the cotton fabric and onto the skin of Anne's neck.
Anne closed her eyes, relaxing as the tension in her upper back seemed to dissolve under Valerie's careful pressure. The aching tightness in her shoulders began to loosen as if a knot were being untied. Her mind, which had been buzzing with biology terms, drifted into a quiet, pleasant space. "Is this your first time doing a massage?"
At the question Valerie instinctively withdrew her hands, a look of uncertainty flashing across her face. "Oh... is it not good?" she asked.
"No, it's actually really good," Anne replied. "I was just surprised. It feels like you've done this before. You're really good at it."
Valerie felt simultaneous feelings of relief and pride. She let her hands settle again on Anne's shoulders, this time with more confidence. "Oh! Yeah, it's my first time," she answered. Valerie had never really excelled at any kind of physical activity, so the realization that she might have found a hidden talent brought a smile to her face. "Maybe I just have a knack for it."
Anne gave a small, encouraging nod. "Well, keep going. You're doing great. I think this is really going to help."
Valerie smiled, her earlier nervousness gone, and her hands fell into a steady rhythm. Her fingers moved in slow circles along Anne's trapezius before sliding down to the edge of her shoulders. Each time her hands eased back onto Anne's skin, Anne's shoulders relaxed a little more.
"Okay, next question," Anne said, trying to recall what they had been studying. "What's the function of the Golgi apparatus?"
"Um, it... processes and packages proteins, right?" Valerie answered, not really considering it very carefully as she focused on the motion of her hands.
"I think so..." Anne murmured, letting the words drift away.
Valerie pressed firmly into a knot she felt near the outer edge of Anne's shoulder blade. As she worked, a memory bubbled up from earlier that day. "So, I overheard Evan today in class talking to some other guys." Her hands applied smooth, even pressure to the lower part of Anne's neck. "He was talking about getting a... you know... a blowjob. From one of the girls in our class. I didn't catch a name though."
Anne tilted her head in response to Valerie's finger pressure and frowned. "Ugh. What kind of asshole brags to his friends about that?"
Valerie's thumb traced a slow line down the muscle, the motion controlled and deliberate. Her mind cycled through the other girls in their biology class. Had she ever seen any of them talking to Evan? Finally, she responded "Now that I think about it, he was probably just making it up. Guys lie about that stuff all the time, don't they?"
Anne chuckled and answered "Yeah, I -- ooh! You got a good spot there."
"Here?" Valerie asked, pushing a little harder on the tense knot in Anne's neck, eliciting a soft sigh from Anne. Again, Valerie felt a surge of pride that her touch had turned out to be so effective at relieving Anne's discomfort.
She really does seem to have a knack for this. With the massage melting her worries away, it suddenly seemed like the right time for Anne to bring up something that had been on her mind. "Speaking of the guys in class... is it just my imagination or have you noticed that they've been, kind of... checking you out a little more recently?"
Valerie's eyebrows lifted slightly and a faint pink bloomed on her cheeks. She paused, hands going still on Anne's shoulders, then gave a small laugh. "Oh... yeah that. I guess it's noticeable huh?"
Over the past several weeks Valerie's body, which was already naturally curvy, had grown even more voluptuous. She had first noticed when the C-cup bras she had worn since high school had started feeling too small, and she'd been forced to go shopping. She was now comfortably a D-cup. But that wasn't all. She had also noticed her butt looking a little more round and plump when she got dressed in front of a mirror. And sure enough, her skirts and pants were starting to feel more snug each time she wore them.
Although she'd initially been unsure what to think of this, it soon became apparent that the new fit was attracting more looks than she had ever gotten before. And it wasn't just her classmates, as Anne had alluded to. Everywhere she went Valerie was getting more attention than she was accustomed to. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time... it was a little exciting. This was something she hadn't really felt comfortable talking about with anyone, but now Anne was bringing it up, albeit in a subtle, tactful way. Of course she's noticed too. Is this her way of asking if I want to talk about it?
"Don't take it the wrong way!" Anne blurted. "I'm actually jealous -- I wanna know your secret. Is it birth control or something?"
Valerie chuckled. Anne was always so good at making just the right joke to ease tension in any conversation. "No, nothing like that. I... think it's just some random growth spurt." Feeling like she could open up a bit, Valerie continued, "It was kind of annoying actually. I had to buy all new bras. And... I think the... bigger you get, the harder it is to find ones that fit, if that makes any sense."
"Yeah..." Anne muttered thoughtfully, relieved that it seemed like Valerie wasn't offended by her bringing up this topic, and was willing to talk about it. "Not that I have a lot of experience in that department." Anne's own breasts had been modest B-cups for years, and although she was very happy with their perky shape, she had to admit it wasn't likely they would get any larger.
"Hey, you don't know how good you have it!" Valerie objected. "Imagine playing volleyball with this body! And sure the extra attention is kind of nice, but it can be creepy too. Like today I had to talk to my history professor and he wasn't exactly keeping eye contact." It felt good to get these sentiments out in the open so she continued, "And don't get me started on how my shoulders and back feel lately."
Anne considered this. She'd always been a little envious of curvier girls, but Val raised some good points. Maybe Anne was lucky to have her more athletic figure. Then it hit her and she felt stupid for not having thought of it earlier. "Wait, your shoulders are sore too? All this time you've been massaging me?" Without waiting for Valerie to answer, Anne made her decision. "Okay, switch!"
Anne turned around and faced Valerie to show that she was serious. Valerie raised her eyebrows. "Really? I didn't mean that you--"
"Definitely!" Anne interrupted, a smile forming on her face. "My shoulder feels so much better already. I seriously owe you. I just hope I can do even half as good a job as you did for me." She stood, and after a moment's hesitation Valerie stood too. Then the two girls switched positions and Anne sat on the edge of the bed.
Valerie lowered herself to her knees, and moved her soft brown hair out of the way for Anne.
As soon as Anne's hands came down onto Valerie's shoulders, both girls noticed the problem. The sweater vest was much thicker than Anne's t-shirt, and there was no way Anne was going to be able to give an effective massage with this much material in the way. The situation suddenly felt slightly awkward and Anne wasn't sure how to proceed.
Valerie bit her lip. This isn't going to work unless I take this thing off. I'll still have my shirt and bra on though, so it won't be weird. "Hold on, I'm just gonna..." Valerie mumbled as she gripped the hem of the sweater vest. She felt Anne's hands leave her shoulders and she pulled the sweater vest upward. She had gotten used to how tight her tops had become recently, so she didn't even notice how the action pulled her breasts upward and then dropped them back down with a significant bounce as she lifted the vest over her head. Putting the sweater vest in her lap, and once again moving her hair out of the way, Valerie said "Okay, go for it."
Anne placed her palms on Valerie's shoulders and immediately she could tell the difference. The thin fabric of Valerie's white button-down shirt presented only the slightest barrier for Anne's fingers. She began with slow, circular movements, trying to mimic what she had felt Valerie do to her. "How's that?"
"You can push a little harder," Valerie said, and felt gradually increased pressure from Anne's hands in response. As she felt Anne's hands move across her shoulders and to the base of her neck, Valerie could feel her tension evaporate. "I see what you mean, that's amazing," she breathed.
Anne smiled. "See? I'm glad you suggested this. We'll both feel better now." She felt like she wasn't quite the natural talent at this that Valerie seemed to be. But Val still seemed to be enjoying it, and Anne was happy to repay her efforts.
Valerie nodded, and relaxed her body back into Anne's legs as she felt the relief spread through her neck and shoulders. With their plans to study now thoroughly derailed, Valerie pointed out that it was Anne's turn to share some gossip.
Anne chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Alright, you'll love this. You know Marissa, in room 12?" Valerie uttered a quick "Mhm" and Anne continued, "So she and I were both eating in the lounge the other day and we started talking. Apparently she's an art major. And she told me..." pausing for dramatic effect.
As Anne's palms pressed into the back of Valerie's neck, Valerie uttered a curious "Yeah?" urging Anne to continue.
"In one of her classes, some of the senior art students are posing. Nude."
Valerie's mouth opened forming a silent oh and she felt another flush of pink in her cheeks. Anne felt Valerie's shoulders tense up in response to this revelation and chuckled. "I know! I couldn't believe it either! Apparently I picked the wrong major."
The two friends shared a laugh while Anne continued to work the knots out of Valerie's shoulders. Each stroke of Anne's fingers felt heavenly. Wanting more details, Valerie prompted "So, Marissa... and the whole class... they're drawing the seniors' naked bodies or something?"
"Yep. I think she said it's called figure drawing. And apparently it's a mandatory part of the curriculum. The modeling part is voluntary though, so only a few seniors are doing it."
Valerie imagined herself sitting at a desk in an art classroom, filled with other students all staring at a pair of naked seniors standing at the front of the class, every detail of their firm bodies fully exposed. Would the students be embarrassed? Would they be turned on? She felt a flush of warmth in her abdomen and, suddenly, more sensitive to the touch of Anne's gliding fingers on her shoulders. She wanted to ask whether the nude models were guys or girls, but just then Anne's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You said your back was sore too?"
The imaginary scene in Valerie's head evaporated and she stuttered a reply "Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, a little. I guess it just hasn't adapted to the uh, more weight up front."
Anne lifted her hands from Valerie's neck and said "I'd be happy to work on your upper back too. But we might need to re-position. I can only reach your neck and shoulders this way."
"Wow really?" Valerie imagined feeling the same blissful relief in her back that she now felt in her shoulders and neck. "That would be amazing. And I can try on you too if your back is sore. Should I lay down?"
Anne considered the image of Valerie laying face down on the bed. Surely that would be an uncomfortable position for a girl as... endowed... as she is. Right? Anne didn't know, and she was too embarrassed to ask. Fortunately, just at that moment another idea came to her. She got up and started pulling her desk chair over to the bed. "What if you sit like this?" Anne demonstrated by sitting backward in the chair so that her back was exposed.