"Tonight, you two are going to grow more comfortable touching each other. You're gonna go home and kiss just before bed again. Afterwards, you'll light some candles and put on some music. You'll break out the lotion or baby oil or whatever else you'd like to use, and you're just gonna massage each other. Clothes stay on, but not many. Steve, boxers only. Laura, a tank top and shorts. You're not touching any intimate places, unless you decide to, but you're going to get more comfortable touching each other and pleasuring each other for extended periods of time."

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Night Twelve:

Laura lit the candles, dimmed the lights, and put on their favorite sex CD before climbing into bed with Steve. He held her close as they made out passionately. They had finally gotten comfortable laying down while they kissed, but Laura was excited to get to the touching. She pulled away from him quickly and bit her lip. "Ready?" she asked, handing him a bottle of her favorite scented lotion.

He nodded and sat up. She lay down on her stomach, resting her head on her pillow. Steve stood and took off his pajama pants and shirt, as he was instructed. Laura lifted her tank top to expose her back and stomach. Steve sat by her and began to rub her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmm…" she moaned immediately. "Oh, Steeeeve, that feels so good."

Steve felt his member twitch. If she was going to do that the whole time, he was going to find himself in quite a predicament.

"Oh, baby, a little harder, ok? You won't hurt me," she promised.

He adjusted his pressure, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Oh, that's it. Right there," she purred. Laura was chewing on her own bottom lip, as well. She had thought that a little touching would be good for them, but it was turning her on so much. She felt herself wiggle gently against the bed. Her hips, very much without her permission, were just trying to get a little attention where it really counted, but she knew she had to control herself. This was a big step for Steve, and her making it bigger before he was ready could have detrimental effects. She put up with it for as long as she could, because it really did feel good, and she really loved having his hands on her body, but she sat up well before the timer went off. He hadn't even gotten to her lower-back yet. "Ok," she said in a chipper voice. "That's enough."

"What?" he asked. "The timer hasn't gone off yet. You still have fifteen minutes."

Laura shook her head. "Nope. I can't. I'm sorry," she said quickly.

"Is it something I did?" he asked nervously.

She stroked his cheek. "No, baby, it's nothing bad, it's just… Are you sure you wanna know?" He nodded, truly concerned. She smiled softly. "The way you're touching me… Miranda said we were just going for innocent touches tonight, but the way you're touching me feels so good that I'm getting all riled up."

"Oh," he said softly.

"So I at least need a little break. If you want, we can finish my half-hour after I massage you, but unless you're ready for a big step tonight, I need a break."

He nodded. "Ok," he agreed.

"Lay down for me," she said, stroking his cheek again. She set the timer for a full half-hour as he lay down on his stomach. She immediately straddled him. Laura closed her eyes and took a moment to savor the familiar feeling of him beneath her. She barely kept it together well enough to avoid grinding herself on his strong, muscular back. She put a dollop of lotion into the palm of her hand and began to rub it into his skin.

"Mmm…" he moaned softly.

Laura smiled to herself. She missed his moans. "You are so sexy," she whispered, rubbing his shoulders. "I'm so glad all your bruises are gone. Looking at you, you can't even tell you were in an accident anymore."

Steve nodded. "I feel much better, too."

"I'm glad," she said, "but your shoulders are so tense, baby. Is that because you're starting back to work on Monday?" she asked. "You have all weekend to relax with me first," she reminded him, grateful it was only Friday. Though she understood why it was important for him to get back to work, she still wasn't ready to share him. She was afraid something terrible would happen if she let him out of her sight again.

"That's not it," he admitted.

"Then what is it, baby? You can tell me. You can tell me anything," she reminded him, moving her hands off of his shoulders, down to his shoulder blades, rubbing firmly.

"I'm tense," he admitted softly, "because Laura Winslow is touching me."

Laura frowned. "It's Laura Urkel," she corrected, "and that's no reason to be tense. Don't you like how it feels?" she asked.

"Very much," he agreed. "That's the problem," he mumbled.

"Oh," she smirked. "So it's a good tense. Well, then good."

"For you maybe! For me it's uncomfortable."

"Well, there are ways I could help you out with that," she purred.

He squirmed uncomfortably. "Laura…" he warned.

"We don't have to take it any further than that," she explained. "Your massage could just be a little more… intimate."

"Laura…" he whined.

"We already have the lotion ready," she whispered.

"Laura, no," he said softly.

Laura swallowed the rest of her playful banter and nodded. "Ok. You're not ready. I'll drop it."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"I love you, Steve," she said.

"I love you, too."

When Steve's half-hour was up, the timer went off. He sat up and kissed her. "Lay down," he instructed. "We haven't finished our assignment, and you know I won't accept anything less than an A."

She smiled. "Ok, but close your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"Please?"

He hesitantly shut his eyes. Laura quickly slipped off her top and lay flat on her stomach. "Ok," she said. "You can open them."

He did and looked down at her. "LAURA!" he scolded when he noticed she was topless.

"Steve, you can't see anything. Please, just touch me."

"Laura, you're half naked."

"So are you!" she argued.

"But I'm a man! I don't have anything to look at up here," he said, motioning to his torso.

She reached up to his chest and stroked his abs. "I beg to differ," she purred.

"Laura…" he whined.

"Just try it, baby. Please?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. He put lotion in his hand again and began to rub it into her silky skin.

"Mmmmm…" she purred. "Lower."

He moved down from her shoulders to her shoulder blades. He knew this was the band of skin that had been covered previously.

"Lower," she said again.

He moved lower, but not far.

"Lower," she said, reaching back to him and pushing his hands down to the lowest area of her back.

He began to rub it firmly.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's it. Right theeeeere," she purred.

He swallowed hard when he heard her moan like that again.

"Harder," she panted. "I want it harder."

He pressed harder, beginning to worry about bruising her, but she seemed happy with the change.

"Ohhhhhh, Steeeeeve…" she moaned in a low, sultry voice. "Yes, Steve…"

When the timer finally went off, they were both breathing heavily. Steve pulled away from her as quickly as possible, and Laura slowly sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Um… Do you want me to put my shirt back on?"

"Yes!" he said quickly, closing his eyes. "Yes, please."

She slipped the tank top over her head and adjusted it again. "Ok. Open your eyes," she instructed. Steve did as he was told and was relieved to see her with her shirt on again, but much less relieved when he noticed her hard nipples pointing through the thin, pink fabric of her tank top. He glanced away quite obviously, and Laura looked down at her breasts. She wasn't surprised by what she saw, but she didn't like that he had looked away from her again like she had the plague.

"Guess we should get some sleep, huh?" Steve said, turning away from her and taking off his glasses.

Laura stood turned off the lights and the music and climbed under the covers beside him. "I guess," she agreed. She spooned him and stroked his side. She kissed his cheek. "We'll get there eventually," she promised in a whisper. He didn't respond. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he finally replied.