Hi - Well this is the first of a TWO chapter ...FUNSMUTFIC...A new writing style of mine that I like doing and seems to be liked by some fanficers...CALLIAN of course...ENJOY
Not 'M' yet but will be... Disclaimer as norm…
THE ART OF THE BACKSRATCH
Chapter 1 - To Rub or to Scratch...That is the Question...
"It's your turn!"
"For what?"
Gillian looked up from her book at the man slouching at the other end of the settee.
"Back scratch"
"Since when did we make an agreement on mutual back scratches Cal Lightman?"
"Foster, you spend more time at my place now than you do work practically – an I'm not complaining about that I'm really not luv, Em and I love having you here but….you must have had about 50 back scratches off me now and I just fink it's gotta be my turn"
"I have NEVER had a back scratch from you"
"Scuse me! Wot was that yesterday evening during that crappy film you were watching?"
"THAT…was a back rub – very different thing altogether"
"Pedantics"
"Accurate description"
"OK – right! Well you have had all those back rubs, Now I want a back scratch"
"And how hard exactly do you want me to scratch you then?"
"Hard as you like luv – I can take it- I'm tough"
"Very well. Get your shirt off then"
"Just me shirt?" he winked at her as he pulled off his top and threw it in a pile on the floor.
Shuffling so that he was then laying on his stomach he couldn't keep the grin from his face as he heard her slam the book shut with exaggeration.
Luckily Gill was wearing loose slacks as she straddled his body and settled herself on his arse.
Firmly she started to knead his shoulders and neck.
Cal let her carry on for about 5 minutes.
"Oi, when's the nails cumin?"
"Are you sure you want me to use my nails?"
"Course I bloody do woman! Isn't that the main reason you lot grow them? To give us men back scratches"
If he could have seen her slightly evil expression he might have thought twice about his last statement!.
"Ok then – if you're sure that's what you want"
Cal had to clench his teeth as he felt 8 track lines run down his back. He knew the skin hadn't been broken – but it was damn close!
"How's that?"
"Yeah – triffic darling"
"Oh good! Shall I do it again?"
He could clearly hear the amusement in her voice as there was no attempt to hide it.
Cal levered himself up and swinging round he quickly straddled Gill in a kneeling position.
"I think that maybe you could do with a little…tuition in the art of back scratching. Get yer top off Foster"
"Cal, I really don't think that's a good idea.."
He was already unbuttoning her.
"Cal! Just stop that will you" She tried swatting his hands away – it was a fruitless effort.
"Wot? I took my shirt off didn't I"
"It's not the same and you know it!"
"No luv, it's not the same. Even when I take your top off you'll still have more on than me"
"My Bra! Well you know Cal, If you want to wear one I wont tell – I promise"
"DONE!"…If you take it off - I'll put it on"
"CAL – I am not taking my bra off, now get off me"
"No- really luv, this is easy look just let me …"
He wasn't taking no for and answer and was manhandling her so that she was now in a kneeling position with her back to him and her arms bracing herself against the back of the settee.
Gillian had struggled, but was also laughing so much that her attempts to thwart him were feeble.
Before she realised it her blouse was gone and Cal had just released the catch on the back of her bra,
"CAL! – You need to stop this now – I'm serious"
"Then why are you still laughing luv? Anyway, it's not like I can see yer tits or anything an I need unobstructed skin if I'm gonna demonstrate the 'Backscratch' Now quit wriggling and shuttup, the lesson comes with a commentary."
There was nothing she could do.
He had her kneeling, her back to him and her front pushed against the back of the settee her blouse and bra in a clumsy heap on the floor.
Now she felt his bare upper torso pushing against her from behind.
He leaned into her forcing close contact of their bare skin as he reached round and placed his hands on her arms.
"It starts like this"
Slowly he started to run his fingernails up from her wrists, not in straight lines but swirling- small circles and then curvy sweeps as he went higher and up to her shoulders.
Sometimes his touch was so light it was almost unreadable, then he altered the pressure until it just started to become painful before switching back to soft.
The feeling was astonishing and left her in almost a trance until she felt his face against her neck and his breath as he spoke in a low deeply seductive voice.
"That's how you start Foster"
Start! That was just the start!
Her voice held the shakiness of her body.
"I see… how…how does it progress then Mr Teacher?"
"I shall demonstate"
His hands moved to her clavicle and then started their dance again – up and over her shoulders, round her neck and then he leaned back away from her.
She mourned the loss of his skin against hers initially but took a sharp intake of breath and she felt his nails travel straight down her spine, four fingers on each side of the vertebrae.
Stopping at the lowest point he could get to before the waistband of her pants got in the way he then ran along the skin, each hand moving outwards to her lower waist and then quickly up her sides until he reached her shoulder blades.
Then it became a blur of pleasure as nails and the slightest hint of finger tips moved randomly across the whole of her back, curly lines, swirls, circles – she was unable to define any distinct pattern just tingling and quivering as her muscles and nerves jumped and sent electrical surges of bliss to her brain.
Just as she thought she could live like this forever his hands moved to her shoulders, cupping them and squeezing slightly.
"Let me know if you enjoyed that luv – when you can – and then tell me if you want to move on to the next stage"