Platonic Worship: The Start

The first of several short stories about strictly platonic relationships that are still full of love. That means there is no sex in this story. For some reason these stories all came out in first person from the perspective of telling you about the events afterwards.

This idea came about when I saw someone's new haircut. Not based on actual people. This one is about two women who live together, are very much in love with each other, but do not have sex.

We are sitting on your couch. Watching your favorite movie/show/musical/whatever. You are pointing out all of the amazing things you can only notice when you are "in the know".

I offer to scratch your back. My nails grew back. You happily agree. I have you sit between my legs. I give you a hug. I ask permission to lift your shirt and undo your bra. I promise my hands will not wander. We have a platonic relationship after all.

You lean back against me and give me permission. Your hair envelops my face. I breathe deeply and delight in the scent. I tell you your hair smells amazing. You just smile to yourself. We both enjoy the hug for a few minutes.

You lean forward. I ask permission again before I lift your shirt and again before I undo your bra. I gently run my fingertips across your back. Taking joy in all of the tiny little hairs standing up. I worship your perfect skin. Looking after your amazing body is my meditation. It rejuvenates and refreshes me.

I start by gently dragging the back of my nails up your back. My hands run back down your sides. After a few minutes I start properly scratching your back. I use light pressure as I drag my nails down your flawless skin. My hands run back up your sides. I slowly add more pressure until I'm leaving light marks. Your head droops as the pleasure consumes you.

As my arms begin to tire I just barely caress your back with my fingertips. You groan at me and sigh. My arms always tire before you have had your fill. I ask if you want me to moisturize your back. Of course you do, it's your favorite part. I take better care of your skin than you do.

I retrieve your favorite Aloe lotion from the side table. As I warm some lotion in my hands you wiggle with excited anticipation. I start at the marks your bra has left in your back. Your breasts are so much larger than mine causing your bra to work extra hard. I work my way outward and upward. I stop just shy of your sides and shoulders. I ask permission to put lotion on the grooves your bra leaves on your sides and shoulders. You laugh and ask me why I ask permission every time. I tell you it's because one day, you might say no.

When I'm finished I hook your bra back together and adjust the shoulder straps. I pull your tank top back down and straighten it. I embrace you again. I ask for permission to moisturize your legs. I know they are dry. They always are. You eagerly agree.

I sit at your feet and smile up at you. I ask permission again. You just laugh and nod. I start by massaging your feet. You walk so much the poor things are perpetually sore. I move on to your calves. I gently work out all of the knots and tension.

I look up to see your eyes closed as you slowly sink deeper into the couch. When I ask permission to work on your thighs. In reply you sigh contentedly and pull your skirt up. I avert my eyes to preserve your modesty. I lift your leg, balancing your calf on my shoulder. I make sure to stay well clear of intimate areas as I marvel at the softness of your skin. The fruits of my hard work. I pull your skirt back down after I finish with both thighs.

You are nearly asleep when I ask permission to moisturize your arms. You mumble incoherently as you raise one arm. I start at your shoulder and work my way down. Giving your tired muscles the attention they deserve. You make appreciative sounds as I massage your hand. Poor thing, you always work too hard. As I gently place your hand in your lap you smile and raise your other arm.

You finally fall asleep as I place your other hand in your lap. Content, I sit and watch you sleep. The most beautiful sight is my best friend so relaxed.

I wake up with a smile. The scent of your hair still lingering in my brain.

I have never been happier.