Page 20 of Dream Lover
“Everyone, close those eyes,” Steven warned. “I want you to focus on each other’s energy. Breathe in through your nose and exhale slowly,” Steven spoke quiet now, and the tone had a gentleness to it. “Become one with each other. Match the rhythm of one another’s breathing.”
I felt a bit silly but gave it my best effort, feeling for Conner’s inhales and exhales with my hands our only physical connection.
Others around us could be heard murmuring and giggling.Shut up!I wanted to yell, but I concentrated on Conner instead, and soon all the sounds faded away.
As we sat, the world around us opened. Our breathing went in sync, and I could feel Conner everywhere. From the tips of my fingers where we touched to the bottom of my feet.
It wasn’t as if we were one, but the quiet and connection brought front and center the times Conner and I had shared in the past. It was like a flood bombarding me everywhere. I felt my lips tip up and clutched onto Conner just a bit tighter.
I felt a cosmic connection to Conner on a level I had never felt before.
A hand landed on my shoulder, and I jumped, eyes flying open to see Steven beside me. “It’s important that you both feel in tune and completely comfortable. We are all vulnerable, but when you give and receive tantric pleasure you should feel completely relaxed. Like Conner and Quinn here. Observe their connection. Trust is a sacred bond, and I can feel how open they are to one another. They share a beautiful connection.” Steve’s hand left my shoulder, and I turned to find Rebecca shooting me a look that could kill.
“Now come this way. It’s education time,” Steven called out. Conner rose, holding out his hand to me. I took it, and he hoisted me up.
“Connection, huh?” he asked, bumping my shoulder.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
We entered into one of the tents that had a television and several beanbags on the ground. Steven instructed us to sit.
“Now, this is a video on how to perform a tantric massage on your partner. Make sure to take notes,” Steven joked, then turned on the video.
A blonde female came on the screen with a wide smile across her face. Conner reached over and took my hand as we watched. The woman was in a space with white walls, low lights, and music playing in the background. There was a large table right behind her.
“Once your partner is disrobed, have him or her lay face down on the massage table. For comfort, place a pillow under their head and their hips…” I listened intently on how to move my hands and where to press my palms for a better massage. “Once fully relaxed and you have completely massaged the backside of the body, roll your partner to their back and spread their knees apart to allow full access to the body and genital area.”
My eyes about bugged out of my head when the woman began to give illicit instructions on giving a lingam massage. Which I learned meant a penis massage. Yes, a freaking penis massage! I shit you not!
The woman demonstrated on her lovely male assistant how to roll the testicles, giving enough pressure to invoke, but not enough to be painful. Her hand on his balls kept going, and the man on the table's eyes started to roll into the back of his head. His other head was standing right to attention.
My face flushed, and the room started to get warm. I wanted to die right on the spot. My brother was only a few feet away, and we were getting lessons on how to give a great dick massage and to use oil or lube. These were things I never wanted to know about my brother. Love him to death, but no.
Adding to that, me giving his best friend a ‘massage’, I was sure wasn’t on the top of his list.
To further the humiliation the video changed gears to focusing on the female partner and anatomy. I felt badly for the young man on the tape. His erection was strong and proud, but he got up from the table and the woman took his spot. He began to demonstrate while she spoke.
“You should start off slow and soft with the fingertips brushing, then rubbing the nipples and exploring all erogenous zones, not limited to the clit and including the anus depending on the level of intimacy both partners are comfortable with. The goal is to bring your partner pleasure but not an orgasm, though, if it happens, it happens. When you feel your partner is close to that point it is important to pull back and shift their focus. Allow them to cool down through their breathing. The reason behind this is to build awareness and understanding between you and your partner. To communicate without words. To feel the bond between one another.”
The video ended, and Steve flipped on the light just as my heart felt like it would leap from my chest. “We have private massage rooms set up for each of you and your partner. Everything you will need for your massages is available and provided in your room. Does anyone have any questions before we assign your rooms?”
Laura’s hand shot up. “How long should the massages be?”
“Well, it isn’t like going to your local mall and doing one of the massage chairs.” Steven smiled at her. “As long as it takes to achieve tantric bliss for both partners. There is no time limit.” Laura looked scared shitless, but I didn’t have time to worry about her. I had my own issue to deal with.
Conner. The man squeezing my hand gently.
Did I expect Conner to go through with this? Sure, we had shared some amazing out of this world kisses, but this was different. This was full nudity and touching. And with his rejection the other night, I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. After strip teasing him and watching him jump in the shower instead of working out his frustrations with me, my ego took a bit of a hit.
While he held my hand and wrapped me in his arms several times, this was a whole new level. Having the man I’d crushed on for years not want me to touch him would definitely be a hit.
Steven showed us each to our assigned private rooms done up in all white. White flowers, white candles, white walls, sheets, all of it. In the center of the room a massage table waited. This one looked more comfortable than the one on the video, though.
Next to it was a table with a basket of assorted oils and lubes that hadn’t been opened as far as I could tell. The room appeared to be pristine which helped a bit.
My nerves were on overdrive.
The door closed behind Conner with a resounding click, and I stood awkwardly wondering how he felt about this entire situation.
