The Only

We Were Younger

"You know," Max teased, "you could totally be a masseuse if you weren't gainfully employed by that kick ass photography studio... uhm, what's the name again? I know it has a letter and maybe a number or something."

"M3 is the perfect name and you know it, hippie. They even have that hella sexy freckled brunette photographer that I'd love to get my hands on." Chloe impishly smirked and bit her bottom lip as she continued to massage Max's feet while they soaked on opposites sides of their cylindrical freestanding tub. All the upgrades and contemporary interior stylings of the new townhome were part of the reason the girls decided to plant their roots there.

"She's okay, but I prefer the tall, gorgeous blonde that runs the business and is admittedly the photographer's muse. She's a damn goddess." Max was glad they chose to enjoy a bath together rather than shower. There was something special and sensual about relaxing in the warm water with the girl she loved.

"Max, please. I'm nothing without you; you know that."

"Ditto, babe." The married couple leaned forward for a slow, heartfelt kiss then returned to their spots, sloshing the soapy water around beneath them. "Oh," Max perked up, "I've been thinking about writing some new songs. After we saw those younger versions of ourselves and how that Max wrote and played a song for her Chloe, it inspired me. I have some new lyrics rattling around in my mind, too. Maybe when all of this is over, I can play for you again."

"That would be totally amazeballs, love! And I can sit and wonder what I did to deserve your perfect ass. Speaking of ass..." Chloe had that look in her eyes that Max knew meant only one thing.

"Chlo," Max interrupted, "before we attack each other, can we just talk for a minute?"

"You got exactly one minute, Mean Max." With faked annoyance, she splashed a hand-sized wave of bubbled water at the love of her life, pattering down on her neck and chest. "Then I won't be able to control myself, and you're gonna get it."

"I'm cereal, Chlo. I think we're finally near the end of all this crazy shit. Soon, it'll be up to Des to do her part. What do you think about everything? I mean, I'm so happy to be back here with you, and it feels like we'll finally never have to be apart again, but something big is coming; I just know it."

"Yeah, me too, love. If what Rachel says is true, it's not really up to us anymore anyway. I only hope we can help in some way. We'll just have to support her."

Max felt her masseuse begin to move upward from her foot to her calve and it sent a pleasurable chill throughout her body. "That feels good, babe. You trying to make a move on me?"

"Always. Come sit in front of me. I wanna massage your shoulders and feel you up against me." Chloe smiled and raised her eyebrows slightly. Max still felt butterflies in her stomach when the girl showed her affection. They'd seen and experienced every inch of one another's bodies, but it still felt new and exciting to the younger girl. The way her partner looked at her, she knew Chloe felt the same.

The masseuse worked her thumbs and fingers just below Max's neck, moving from the shoulders to the spine in deep yet tender circular motions. While moving down her back, a hand or two strayed from their paths and ended up in the same spot on the front side. Eventually, the freckled brunette laid half-way down and allowed her eager wife full access to her body. Angled back and up from the spot where she now rested on her lover's chest, Max gently pressed her mouth against Chloe's soft lips. She felt an arm slide around her torso and a hand find its way to her thigh, slowly edging inward. The intensity of their playfulness heated up, and both girls passionately enjoyed each other for the next several moments. They took turns pleasuring one another with a lustful desire and graciously detailed attention to the other's needs and wants.