by Maggie Voysest

Guys who actually always make you feel good

“Mmmm lower,” said Gigi. “There. Right there. Ooooh harder. That’s right. Oh deeper, mmmm perfect.” Gigi was in heaven. What a man… Nick was truly a god’s gift to women, and he was all hers. Just hers. He only had eyes for her. His fingers lightly ran up and down her body and his hands were simply amazing. He would oil them up and touch her all over. Her hands and feet. Her fingers and toes. Her arms. Her legs. Her back, slowly working his way down her lower back, barely stopping as he reached her butt. Then his hands would slowly work their way up her body, slowly and almost teasingly. And when he touched her neck, that most dangerous of Gigi parts, she felt like throwing him down and jumping on top of him and… Darn it! She’d suddenly remember that she couldn’t do that, and her arms would drift back down to her sides, pinned by the blanket…

She couldn’t give in to her feelings now, could she? He was hers only once a week for an hour, and the horizontal surface she was on was the massage table at her chiropractor’s office. And his job description definitely didn’t entail having passionate, wild sex with his clients. Some might even call that sexual harassment! For over a year, Gigi wondered what he would do if she ever gave in to temptation. But no. Nick was sacred to Gigi. Her only calm and safe haven in a storm of mishaps in the dating world. She couldn’t risk scaring him away. He was the one constant in her life, the only man to touch her that she knew would not run away, on whom she could always count to give her pleasure with his hands. When he’d massage her neck, Gigi felt part pleasure, part agony… pleasure that it felt so good, and agony that he was not her boyfriend and she couldn’t take it further.

Why is it that the only man who never let her down was her massage therapist? He was the closest thing to a serious continuous relationship that Gigi had. She actually saw him more than David, and he certainly touched her more! Although, to be totally honest, she was never emotionally involved with him as she’d been with David. David had slipped through her fingers like grains of sand that were impossible to contain. Nick, oily though he always was, was somehow strangely more reliable and easy to hold on to. Maybe because it wasn’t love with Nick. Just pure simple pleasure. Of course Nick had to be incredibly cute and young too. Would it be so terribly wrong of her to have her way with him? Talk about goose bumps and being turned on… Gigi looked forward to her massages more than to her dates. At least with Nick she knew what she’d get: a seriously sweet and gorgeous man who put Gigi’s needs first for a whole hour of his undivided attention. Gigi had neck and back problems (probably from all the stress of her online dating) and for over a year she’d been going to a chiropractor for neck adjustments and one hour massages (God bless teacher’s health insurance coverage).

She’ll never forget her first day there. She’d complained to a fellow teacher about her neck aches and had been referred to a really good chiropractor. Her fellow teacher had failed to warn her that the doctor was heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Gigi ran over one day after school, her hair all mussed up, and wearing just casual clothes that for once didn’t match because she’d been in too much pain to do laundry. She was sitting on the traction table when in walked Dr. Bently. Gigi’s mouth just dropped open. Swear to God. He could have been an actor chosen for a doctor role just because of his beauty.

Doctors should not be allowed to be good looking. It’s just not fair to their patients! Ditto for policemen and firemen. Way too distracting. Once Gigi had a flat tire, and her car pulled into a driveway, that ended up being a fire department, and out ran four gorgeous firemen and changed her tire for her. Gigi did have great luck sometimes! But how distracting to have good looking doctors, policemen or firemen, especially in emergencies or when in severe pain. Who can flirt at a moment like that? Not even Gigi…

Dr. Bently told Gigi that he would have a nurse come get her to have x-rays taken. A few minutes passed, and he popped his head in, asking if the nurse had come by yet. Gigi shook her head, still unable to put words into her mouth. Dr. Bently said that he would take her. “Oh yes, please. How about right here?” No, don’t worry. Gigi didn’t actually say those words aloud, although she blushed from her thoughts of just how and where she’d like him to take her.

He led her to a room to take the x-rays, and at one point moved the hair away from her face. Now really! Was that absolutely necessary? Would hair in her face mess up the x-rays of her neck? As he moved the hair away, his fingers grazed her cheek, and Gigi’s entire face followed his hand, like a puppy following a yummy treat. He made small talk with her, and when he found out that Gigi was a Spanish teacher, he said that he’d always wanted to learn a foreign language. Gigi could barely think in English, let alone Spanish, or any of the other four languages that she spoke. For once in her life, Gigi was absolutely speechless and unable to flirt. In any language. She was too self-conscious that she hadn’t even washed her hair that day. She resolved to slowly kill her fellow teacher who had recommended him without warning her of his beauty. Later that teacher laughing told her that every female teacher she sent there had the same reaction. Of course, forever after, Gigi always dressed to the t’s when going to his office.

After the x-rays were done, he showed them to Gigi, and said that she definitely needed to see him at least once a week for the next few months (Nobody would have to twist Gigi’s arm for that). He told her she’d also be eligible for hour long massages several times a month (or 38 a year). He told her to lie down on the traction table, and as he pressed on her neck and back, asked her to tell him if he what he was doing was hurting her. At that Gigi had to bite her tongue hard, so as not to tell him that he could hurt her just a little, if he didn’t mind. Hurt her just enough to feel good!

Now the afternoon didn’t end with just the gorgeous doctor. When her massage therapist walked in, Gigi nearly moaned and drooled. Nick was just as cute, and she’d be having him and his hands on her even more than gorgeous Dr. Bently. It was a win-win situation. Now Gigi was certain that God had a blast looking down on her life and laughing at it all the time. And so began her chaste relationship with Nick, the massage therapist. She ended up seeing Nick, and only Nick for her massages. If he wasn’t available, she’d forego the massage, not wanting to waste one of her precious as gold 38 massages a year with anyone else. At least this was one thing in her life that she could control. One man that she knew she could count on to see over and over and over again. One man who would not turn out to be a disappointment, or a liar, or a cheat, or a con artist, or a runaway artist. Thank God for the Nicks in every single girl’s life.

Nick would soon know her body and needs more than any other man in her life. He knew exactly how she liked it, and where she liked it. Gigi would never have the guts to take it any further; after all she was just his client. Right? Then again, at times, she wondered. She was not sure of the correct protocol in massage giving, or when a massage became more than just a massage, but she could have sworn a few times, that his touch was way more personal than it actually should be. Not that she minded or would ever have complained. She couldn’t help wondering if Nick liked giving her those massages as much as she liked receiving them. At times, Gigi had to bite her lips so as not to moan in pleasure.

As the months went by, Nick’s hands seemed to be more comfortable and familiar on Gigi’s body, slipping lower and lower, and sometimes higher and higher. Gigi would catch her breath as his fingers slipped lower, as if with just a thought she could veer them just a little to the left, down a little further, oh just there. But no. He always stopped just inches away from the truly erogenous zones. Then there was that one time when the blanket slipped and he saw more than he was meant to see. I’d pay a fortune (and so would Gigi) to know just what he thought of her… what did we call them before… huge tracts of land? Or should we call them “bodacious tatas” as Elsie, one of Gigi’s face book friends (and avid fan of Gigi‘s stories) suggested?  Strangely enough, Gigi had heard that term used towards her when she was in college. The man who used that term was someone she briefly dated. Dick was now a film director for well-known television shows in California. Who knows, he might direct a series about Gigi someday!

Funny how the innocent things Nick would say would sometimes have such a sexual second meaning. Like the time he asked her if he had ever bruised her. “No, but I sure wish you would,” was Gigi’s immediate thought. Or he’d ask her if she wanted it harder. Oh God. What could a single and sometimes downright horny female say to that one! It really was torture at times. Especially when she was without a man in her life, and Nick was the only one to touch her. She once told him that he was the highlight in her week, and he blushed and smiled. He called her “sweet girl” and she just loved hearing that. How nice to be someone’s sweet girl… even if he was just your massage therapist!

Now Nick was not the only man in her life on whom she could count to make her feel good. I think we all have a few people like that. People we don’t ever intend on dating. Safe and really cute people in jobs all around us, that we see all the time, and know will always make us smile. It might be a certain waiter at a restaurant. Someone at a coffee shop or a deli. Maybe even the mailman if you are really lucky. We all find these men, and then we make sure to always go to that same place in search of them when we need a pick-me-up, a good feeling on a bad day or week. Who wouldn’t go to a certain café if they knew a gorgeous man was there, always ready to flirt. It becomes such a habit, that if we ever go there in search of that cute known stranger, and he is not there, it is such a let-down.

Who’s your Nick? And isn’t great to have one? Elsie confessed to Gigi that even she had a Nick, and she’d been happily married for 25 years! Sometimes these Nicks have several women they make happy. Once when arriving for a massage, Gigi ran into a fellow colleague from work. They soon found out they both had Nick as their massage guy, and Gigi’s colleague told her she refused to see anyone else for a massage. Gigi felt almost a twinge of jealousy at that. Nick was hers! But she soon realized that inevitably she had to share him with other female patients, and that she was probably not the only one to thoroughly enjoy his massages.

Gigi had a few men like this in her life. They kept her going through the trials and tribulations of dating. They kept her going through the trials and tribulations of dating. One was her handyman Scott. She’d found his advertisement at Aco’s. It said Rent-a-hubby, and Gigi thought,“ Hmmm, perfect, just what I need. A man who’ll actually get work done in the house. So what if I have to pay him.“ Scott was a cutie-pie, an all American-looking boy, friendly and funny. That first summer he fixed all the things on Gigi’s “honey-do list” and he didn’t even charge that much. He fixed her blocked drains, put up shelves and coat racks, put in a new shower head, fixed doors, put in a new screen and garage door, and always made Gigi smile. He could even fix her computer when it died on her. Scott was always available for Gigi and never, ever let her down. All she had to do was call, and he’d there by the next day. What a pity that he always had a girl friend, but who could blame women for hanging on to him? Gigi would have if she’d had the chance.

Another was her cute young Albanian restaurant worker. Unfortunately he wasn’t a waiter, so she didn’t have the pleasure of flirting a lot with him over ordering food, asking for refills, or paying the bill. He worked at the cash register, and he would always smile when she walked in and when she paid. She didn’t even know his name (who needs a name for innocent and fun flirtations?). One day her waitress asked what she wanted for dessert, and Gigi’s eyes immediately strayed towards cute cashier guy. The waitress followed her gaze and laughed. Guess he was not just Gigi’s eye candy…

As Gigi got to know cashier boy more, she got bolder and they would openly flirt and talk about young men and older women. He told her he preferred older women, and she would tell him that all he had to do was say the word. But Gigi never openly pursued him. She enjoyed having him to flirt with innocently. The restaurant was right by her school, so she was able to go there a lot, with the other Spanish teachers, who knew quite well why Gigi always picked this restaurant. They told her that she was shameless. Probably so, but it was innocent and fun and hurt no one.

She had a really cute Mexican waiter at her favorite Cuban restaurant in Detroit, and she was always disappointed if she went there and he wasn’t working that night. In fact, at times Gigi wondered if she could just call up the restaurant and, while making a dinner reservation, request for the waiter to also be there. She remembered once when she was studying in Paris, she and her friends would go to a bar at night, and order the drink specialty: a comfortable screw against the wall. The custom at that bar was to order the drink, and then pointing, say: “That waiter, that wall” and then they would flirt with the waiter they had chosen. They never got that “screw”, but it sure was fun to ask. At the Cuban restaurant, her young (funny how the men Gigi had the most fun flirting with were always young) waiter would smile when she walked in, and they’d spend the whole night flirting. He once asked for her phone number and Gigi gave it to him. Of course when he called her, she had no idea who it was, and it wasn’t quite as much fun flirting with him on the phone. Some things should never go beyond innocent on-the-spot flirting.

Then there was the cute young disc jockey at one of the salsa clubs Gigi went to. They had an innocent flirtation going on, that never went anywhere, but always made Gigi feel good. She also had a few guys at the salsa clubs. Guys she would only ever dance with, but never dreamed of taking it further. Ok, maybe she did dream about it once upon a time, but after seeing so many of them at the picnic with their previously unknown wives and children, she soon stopped that train of thought. It was fun to go to the club and dance and flirt with them, knowing they’d never hurt her, but were there just to make her feel good. And they never let her down in this respect. They always flirted back, and were always there to dance with. Some were Latino and some were African American. Gigi seemed to fare better with these men than with white men for some reason.

Rob was her favorite flirtation at the clubs. He was Peruvian and they met at a club one night, and became friends right away. At first Gigi had hopes for him, but he made it obvious that he was only interested in innuendos and innocent flirting that went nowhere. So Gigi went along with it, sometimes smiling at him and telling him she’d kidnap him one day and tie him to her bed. He’d actually blush at that one. He was a wonderful dancer, and Gigi loved dancing with him.

One of the men she loved to flirt with was actually the parent of one of her past students that she had years ago. He was African American, an absolute sweetheart, and just simply fine. No other word for it (unless it were yummy, delicious, scrumptious, you get the drift). All she had ever done with him was flirt, from the first day they ran into each other at the salsa club, and realized they knew each other from a few years ago, when his daughter had been in Gigi’s class. She taught Chad how to salsa dance, and although she quickly realized that the only physical contact between them would be dancing, Gigi truly loved running into him and flirting away. He called her “baby girl” and made her smile. He always complimented her on her dancing and clothes, and she counted herself lucky to have him in her group of safe guys to flirt with. He was probably the only one that she truly wished she could take it further with. Just one night with him. One memorable never ending night of pleasure with her Bellevue Dad, as she called him, after the city that she taught in. Now of course this is a made up city, and not where she really works. God forbid anyone from work (teachers or parents, or egads, administrators) reads Gigi’s memoirs!

There was just something special about flirting with these men; maybe the fact that she didn’t have to worry about how it would go, or when it would go wrong, or when they would hurt or let her down. They always made her feel sexy and beautiful. Of course, it was not a totally satisfying relationship, since it only involved flirting and smiling, and no amazing sex. But then again there was never any disappointment either, and during the times when Gigi was alone or sad, these men never failed to always make her feel good.

It was so nice to walk into a place and see someone’s face light up with a smile just for you. You became their main concern, as they rushed to give you pleasure with massages, or music, or meals. They would even ignore tall, skinny blondes for you. And it’s not like you were paying them to flirt with you. Nick the massage guy got nothing from Gigi. The Albanian cashier didn’t get the money for the meals she ate. The cute disc jockey wasn’t paid extra to play her favorite songs. And the guy at her favorite deli, made her a sandwich without receiving anything in exchange.

These were the only constant men in Gigi’s life. They actually gave her hope that one day she’d meet a man just as nice as they were who actually might turn into a boyfriend. See, there are some nice men out there. You just have to find them and claim them as your own. Meanwhile, Gigi would simply enjoy the presence of these men in her life, especially Nick. Nick of the golden hands and touch. Nick who made her enjoy physical therapy way more than she probably should have. Please don’t ever tell her insurance company just how much she enjoyed these massages that were supposed to be therapeutic and ended up being so much more… If they knew, they’d probably charge her double for them. Instead of which she got them for free!

Life sometimes was good to Gigi, and to the men she “dated”. Because if she ever saw one of them after a massage from Nick, she’d leave him a very happy man, all exhausted from her ravages on his body, but all smiles! Poor men. They never quite realized that she was running to them to simply use them. In a way, Nick prepped her for these encounters. All she had to do was text one of the guys in her little black book, and then go vent all of her frustrations on not being able to do oh so many naughty things to Nick. Hey, Gigi is only human, with needs just like anyone (maybe more needs than some). These “needs” have not really been fully discussed yet in previous chapters, but that will be explained further in the next chapter on Gigi’s booty calls. Anyone in the slightest bit prudish or old-fashioned should probably not read the next chapter. The rest of you… enjoy!

To read Part XII, see The Adventures of a Thoroughly Confused Gigi – Part XII