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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by PK...)

It’s finally the weekend and the thought of finally fucking Monica is racing through your mind.

Your girlfriend told Monica that you have business at the house tonight, so that the two of them would be going out for drinks. That was just a lie to get her over here. The rest is up to you.

You set up your old massage table in the spare room and put out some oils and towels.

“Okay I’m leaving,” you hear Rachel shout. She’s leaving to give you a better chance of seducing her friend.

You go out to say goodbye. “Okay, bye honey” you say.

I can’t wait to hear all about it,“ she says with a big smile on her face. She gives you a long kiss and grabs your cock through your pants before leaving.

Thirty minutes go by and you hear a knock at the door. You take a deep breath before answering.

“Hey, come in.”

“Hey you,” says Monica, running her fingers along your chest as she walks in. She’s wearing a tight red dress that shows off her perfect round ass. You bite your lip as she walks by you.

“So how do I look?” she asks with a wink.

“You look… nice,” you say, looking her up and down.

“Where’s Rachel? Is she ready yet?”

“Well, actually there was an emergency at her work. She’s had to go and will be gone for the night, she didn’t have time to call you,” you tell her.

“Oh?” There’s a small pause. “I guess I’ll go home” she says.

“You can stay for a bit if you want,” you say quickly. “We could hang out for a little bit. Have a drink with me, I have nothing going on tonight.”

“I thought you had work or something tonight?” she asks.

You think quickly. “Oh yeah, they didn’t show up.”

“Oh? They? What was it?” she asks.

“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. But back in college I use to do some massages on people, you know for extra money,” you say, laughing.

“Oh massages, hey?” says Monica with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, have you ever had a massage?” you ask boldly looking her up and down.

She blushes. “Of course. One or two.”

“I already have the table set up if you want one?” You can feel your heart beating as you wait for your answer.

Monica blushes. “That might be fun, but how about that drink first?”

You grab two beers out of the fridge and pop the caps off, handing her one.

“Here’s your drink madam, now let me show you to your table and your massage therapist will be right with you,” you say with a smile.

“Okay, thank you sir,” she says playing along as her eyes light up.

You bring her into the spare room where the table is already set up. The lights are dimmed and a selection of scented oils are next to it.

“Oh wow. Ross, this is really nice,” she tells you.

“Get undressed and get under the sheet,” you say. “Just tell me when you are ready.”

You leave the room and close the door.