“Sure,” Roger said as he slowly peeled his shirt off with one hand and dropped it behind him, revealing his broad chest and thick shoulders. He met their eyes and lightly flexed his arms and chest.  

Taylor laughed as Rachel coyly buried her face in her hands, her ears turning pink. 

Briana clutched her chest with an exaggerated gasp as the shirt hit the floor. “Ohhh my GOD,” she whispered. “He’s been hiding a whole Renaissance sculpture under there!”  

Sarah grinned as Briana wolf-whistled, and Taylor nearly dropped her phone, which she had been using to film him.  

“Rachel, babe, you okay?” Sarah leaned in to wave a hand in front of Rachel’s stunned face as she stared at Roger’s chest. “Yep, she’s officially broken.”  

Taylor laughed and stole Briana’s drink to take a sip. “Okay, Picasso, you’ve got your victim.”  

Sarah gestured to Rachel, who was now fanning herself with a pillow. “Time to work those magic hands again.”  

Briana immediately started ‘accidentally’ untying her robe sash again while Rachel weakly swatted at her.  

Briana started rolling her shoulders suggestively, sending Taylor into hysterics.  

Roger laughed. Then crawled across the floor to Rachel. He kneeled behind her again, putting his knees against her ass. Then he gently leaned her back against his bare chest and looked down into her eyes, winking as he started to slowly and softly rub her shoulders. He dug into the knots he had found earlier, watching her eyes the whole time. She moaned. Then he gently lifted her head and leaned her forward, but she immediately leaned back against him again. 

“What? You don’t want me to work your neck?” Roger asked. 

“I prefer being right here,” Rachel said in a soft voice. 

Taylor clutched her face as Rachel practically melted against his chest with a breathy sigh.  

“Ohhh my GOD!” Briana whispered. “We’re gonna need a spatula to get her off of him!”  

Sarah grinned as Brianna mimed fainting onto Taylor’s lap.  

“Okay, new sleepover rule.” Sarah pointed at Roger. “You’re banned from wearing shirts forever.”  

Rachel managed a weak thumbs-up without opening her eyes.  

“See? Consensus.” Taylor stole Briana’s drink to take a sip. “Spin the bottle round two?”  

Briana wiggled her eyebrows. “Unless Rachel’s too busy planning your wedding.”  

Briana ducked as a limp gummy worm arced towards her. “Orrr we could just keep watching Rachel turn into a puddle.”  

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “Your call, magic hands.” Sarah whispered, “But fair warning.” Sarah gestured to Briana, now flexing dramatically. “Someone’s jealous it didn’t land on her first."  

Roger chuckled, then met Sarah’s eyes. “Spin it, darlin’.”  

Sarah grinned and grabbed the bottle with exaggerated flair. “Ohhh, someone’s feeling confident now that he’s shirtless.”  

Taylor whirled to face Briana, “Babe, your turn to pray to the spin gods!”  

Sarah laughed as Briana dramatically cracked her knuckles and blew on the bottle.  

“Okay. Okay, let’s see who's next to lose layers and get magic-handed...” Sarah said with a wicked grin. 

Roger’s head shot up. “Wait a minute! Rachel didn’t lose any clothes!” 

Rachel blushed furiously. “Okay, okay... I’ll take off my socks!” She reached down and pulled them off. 

Roger grinned at her. “Nice toenail polish. Did Taylor do that?” 

 Sarah spun the bottle with a flourish, watching it wobble dangerously toward Taylor. “Oooh, nail queen’s up!”  

“Rules are rules.” Sarah leaned closer to Roger. “Taylor loses a layer.” Sarah whispered, “And since she is already in pajamas...” She trailed off meaningfully as Taylor gasped and clutched her robe.  

“Tick-tock, glitter queen,” Briana said, ducking as Taylor chucked a gummy worm at her. “C’mon, Picasso, ready to expand your repertoire?"  

“What’s the repertoire expansion? What do you mean by that?”  

Briana grinned wickedly and scooted closer, resting her chin on her hands. “Ohhh, someone’s eager to diversify his talents.”  

Briana whispered, “Lucky for you, Taylor has particular needs.”  

Sarah gestured to Taylor's meticulously organized nail polish rack and then down to Taylor’s hands. “See those cuticles? They’ve been neglected since 2019.”  

Taylor fake-gasped while Rachel finally lifted her head with renewed interest.  

“So, here’s the deal: give her a full sensual hand massage.” Sarah leaned in closer. “And if you make her moan like Rachel did...” Sarah pointed at Taylor’s tiny pajama shorts. “She loses two layers.”  

Roger laughed. “Hey! You are changing the rules... Not that I mind, much.” 

Sarah ducked as Taylor chucked a cotton ball at her head.  

“What? Fair's fair! Let’s move it along,” Sarah exclaimed as she grabbed Briana’s drink. “C’mon, Picasso,” Sarah whispered, “time to prove those magic hands work on more than just shoulders.”  

Rachel raised a hand. Sarah looked at her smiling. “Yes, babe, you can supervise.”  

Sarah grinned as Taylor tentatively offered her hand. Her face had already turned pink.   

“Clock's ticking!” Sarah exclaimed as Briana started humming “Careless Whisper.”  

Roger smiled. “Okay.”  

He met Taylor’s eyes, his blue meeting hers intently as he ran his hands over hers. He gently slid his thumb over her knuckles, applying soft pressure, and then slid up to her wrist, slowly dragging back to her knuckles. He gently wrapped his fingers around her thumb and pulled toward the tip of her finger. He dug into her fingers ever so slightly. Then he moved to each finger, doing the same thing.  

Rachel’s mouth dropped open as Taylor’s breath hitched audibly. “Ohhh my GOD!”   

Briana whispered, “He’s got the magic touch for fingers too!?”  

Sarah grinned as Taylor’s cheeks flushed. Sarah turned to Rachel. “Rachel, babe, you’ve got competition!”  

Rachel weakly lifted her head just in time to see Taylor’s eyelids flutter.  

Sarah pointed dramatically, “Uh-oh, glitter queen’s about to lose two layers!”  

Briana immediately started chanting, “MOAN! MOAN!”  

Taylor bit her lip, trying to stay composed.  

“C’mon, Tay, just let it out,” Rachel cackled. “We all know you’ve been stressing for a week.” 

Taylor glared daggers at Rachel. 

Rachel laughed, “What!? That's the truth!” 

Sarah grinned as Taylor finally let out a tiny, involuntary sigh. “AHA!” Sarah pointed victoriously. “That’s a moan!”  

Briana whooped and immediately started untying Taylor’s robe sash. “Rules are rules, babe.”  

Sarah laughed as Taylor swatted at Briana’s hands. Taylor’s face turned scarlet as Rachel smiled evilly. Briana whooped victoriously and yanked Taylor’s shorts off, holding them up over her head. Taylor blushed and tried to pull her robe back around her, but Briana stopped her. "Unh unh unh! Two layers, babe!” 

Taylor reluctantly dropped the robe, looking sheepish. 

Rachel turned back to Roger. “Spin the bottle round three?” she asked hopefully.

Roger laughed. “Sure, spin it, darlin’. I’m game.”  

Taylor grinned and snatched the bottle with a dramatic flourish. “Ohhh, someone’s feeling dangerously confident now.”  

Taylor spun the bottle hard, watching as it wobbled before landing squarely on Briana. “OHHH SHOTS FIRED!”  

Briana immediately struck a pose, rolling her shoulders. “Okay, hot stuff, you know the rules.”  

Sarah pointed at Briana’s robe. “Layer off.”  

Briana dramatically untied her robe, revealing a scandalously tiny bralette underneath. “Called it.” Sarah stole Briana’s drink.  

“Now, Picasso, here’s the twist.” Sarah leaned in. “Since Briana’s our resident sensual massage expert,” she said, using air quotes, “she gets to demonstrate on you this time.”  

Rachel and Taylor immediately erupt into giggles as Briana cracked her knuckles. “Ohhh, don’t look so scared,” Sarah whispered, “unless you’re worried she’ll make you moan like Rachel did.”  

Sarah grinned. “Ready to be on the receiving end?”  

Briana started humming “I’ll Make Love to You” while Rachel fake-swooned onto Taylor’s lap.  

Roger smiled. “Sure. How’s this work? I have to stay straight-faced while she works on some part of my body?”  

Sarah grinned wickedly and scooted forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Ohhh, someone’s nervous.” She whispered, “Briana’s specialty is back massages, but she’s been known to get... creative.” Briana immediately cracked her knuckles with a devilish smirk.  

“Rules are simple: if you make any noise-” She counted on her fingers. “If you moan, sigh, even a breathy ‘oh god’, you lose another layer.”  

Rachel and Taylor immediately started giggling into their hands. “And since you’re already shirtless...” She trailed off meaningfully while Briana mimed pulling down imaginary pants. “No pressure, Picasso.”  

Sarah stole Briana’s drink. “Unless you wanna forfeit now, and just...” She pointed at his sweatpants. “Hand ‘em over?”  

Sarah ducked as Briana chucked a gummy worm. “What? I’m just streamlining the process!”  

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “C’mon, magic hands, time to see if you can take what you dish out.”  

Briana rolled her shoulders and licked her lips dramatically. “Let’s get going!”  

Rachel pulled a pillow up to her face and mumbled, “RIP.”  

Taylor started filming.  

Roger laughed. “Go for it. I don’t care if I do lose.”  

Sarah clapped her hands together with a scandalized gasp. “Ohhh, he just ASKED for it.”  

Rachel whirled to face Briana. “Babe, you’ve got permission to destroy him!”  

Sarah grinned as Briana cracked her knuckles and moved behind him, straddling him on the couch.   

Taylor whispered, “I hope she finds the spot that makes your toes curl.” 

Briana started kneading his shoulders with exaggerated moans, her nails dragging lightly.  

“Ohhh, someone’s already tensing up,” Sarah narrated as she stole Briana’s punch. 

Taylor fumbled with her phone while Rachel whispered, “Aim for the lower back!”  

“Uh-oh, the girls are plotting!” Sarah ducked as Rachel chucked a gummy worm. “Just saying!”  

Sarah leaned in towards Roger, her eyes sparkling. “How ya doin’, hot stuff?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Or are you too busy trying not to moan?”  

Briana dug her thumbs into his trapezius with a devilish grin.  

Taylor zoomed in with her camera.  

Roger cocked an eyebrow at Sarah and spoke to Briana. “Is that all you’ve got. Girl, I could teach you a thing or two. Put your back into it.”  

Sarah clutched her chest with a dramatic gasp. “Ohhh, he’s challenging her.”  

Rachel whirled to face Briana. “Babe, did you hear that!?”  

Sarah grinned as Briana’s eyes narrowed, her fingers digging in harder. “Uh-oh, Picasso, you just activated her competitive mode.”  

Briana suddenly shifted, straddling Roger’s lap to seem to get better leverage, her nails scraping down his spine.  

“Ohhh, someone’s sweating now. Taylor, zoom in on his face!”  

Taylor scrambled closer with her phone while Rachel whispered, “Hit the erogenous zones!”  

Sarah leaned closer to Briana. “Briana, honey, he wants technique, show him what that mouth can do-” Sarah ducked as Briana chucked a gummy worm at her. “I mean how a mouth can make someone moan!  I mean, I mean... Oh damn! Put my foot in that one!!”  

Sarah collapsed into giggles as Briana leaned in, her breath hot against Roger’s ear.  

Briana’s thumb circled his lower back, with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch.  

Sarah pointed victoriously. “Was that a gasp!?”  

Rachel and Taylor immediately started to chant, “STRIP! STRIP!”  

Roger laughed. “Fair's fair. But, Briana, you need more practice. I’d be happy to be your test subject.” 

“Do my socks count? Or no?”  

Sarah clutched her face with an exaggerated gasp. “Ohhh, he’s negotiating...”   

Rachel piped up, “Naw, we’re changing the rules. They don’t count for you, magic-hands!”  

Sarah pointed at his sweatpants. “Those bad boys are coming off, too.”  

Rachel and Taylor started chanting, “LOWER BACK!”  

Briana licked her lips dramatically.  

Sarah laughed. “Uh-oh, Picasso, that just gave her ideas.” Briana’s fingers slid dangerously low on Roger’s back. “I’d start mentally preparing those, ahem, waistband boundaries.”  

Briana’s nails dragged lightly up his spine, her breath hot against his neck. “Oooh, someone’s feeling the pressure. Last chance to beg for mercy, magic hands. Or are we doing this the hard way?”  

Roger laughed. “I thought I already lost, but if you want to keep working on my lower back, go for it. Stay off the spine. Use your thumbs in the muscle. Fingers to grip, thumbs to dig.”  

Sarah grinned wickedly as Briana immediately shifted her hands lower.  

“Ohhh, someone’s giving instructions now,” Rachel whispered. “Careful, Picasso, or she’ll start charging by the hour.”  

Briana dug her thumbs in with exaggerated precision, her fingers sliding inside his waistband and circling his hips.   

“Uh-oh, Rachel, get the smelling salts.” Sarah pointed. “His jaw just clenched.”   

Sarah stole another sip from Briana’s drink.  Taylor whispered, “You sure you don’t wanna lose those sweats voluntarily?”  

Briana’s finger suddenly slid farther under his waistband. Sarah gasped, “Was that a grunt!?”  

Rachel and Taylor immediately started chanting, “STRIP! STRIP!”  

Briana smirked victoriously.  

“Too late for mercy now, magic hands,” Sarah said, then whispered, “How’s that lower back really feeling?”  

Briana’s thumbs kept circling his hips.  

"I mean, you're reaching into my pants,” Roger laughed. “Seems like that’s more cheating than a massage. But fair’s fair.”  

Roger stood carefully, trying not to bump Briana, and dropped his sweatpants, revealing a pair of teddy bear boxers. He folded the sweatpants and set them on top of his shirt, then sat back down.  

Sarah clutched her face with both hands, her eyes wide as saucers. “OH. MY. GOD.” She whispered, “Cute boxers!”   

“Okay. Okay. NEW sleepover rule,” Sarah pointed at Roger’s boxers. “Those stay on until at least round four of spin the bottle. Unless someone dares otherwise.”  

Sarah ducked as Rachel weakly chucked another gummy worm at her head. “What? I’m preserving the suspense! Spin the bottle round four?”