“Sounds great, lets, eat!”
Maggie followed her into the RV. As Taisha stepped up and opened the door her ass in the yoga pants was remarkable. Maggie was instantly jealous, at the sight of her toned legs and ass in the skin tight cloth. It was smooth and round and, as they say, you could bounce a quarter off of it. Maggie hoped she would not wear them to school or the boys would never focus in class again.
The Jambalaya looked amazing. It had chicken, shrimp, sausage, and crawdad along with the vegies and rice. It had a great kick but not too hot.
Maggie took her first bite.” Wow! This is incredible. Is this a family recipe?”
“Yes Bibi learned it from her mother who got it from her grandmother from Baton Rouge.”
“Are you willing to share?” asked Maggie with pleading eyes.
Taisha smiled. Maggie was stunned how bright her smile looked. She had perfect bright white teeth contrasted by her dark full lips. Even her eyes seemed to smile. “Well, for you I would share anything. But you have to make sure Bibi never finds out or I will be disinherited.”
“Cross my heart, I’ll never reveal your secret.”
They finished dinner and had some wine.
“Refill?” Asked Taisha.
“I don’t think so. I woke up early and it’s been a long day. Another drink and I’ll be asleep.” She rubbed her neck. “I think I’ll hit the shower, put on my PJ’s and watch lifetime.”
“Sore?” Taisha asked.
“Yeah, a hot shower will feel great.”
“I can help you if you like. I’m actually a certified massage therapist. It helped pay for college.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to. She walked over to one of the rotating pedestal chairs. “These are perfect. Come, sit just like this.” She spun the chair with its back to the counter. The chair backs were a post with a curved oval shaped padded back. She straddled the post with her thighs between the seat and chair back. Then she leaned forward with her belly against the back. Her breast hung over the top of the chair which made them seem huge.
“That’s ok, a hot shower…”
Taisha jumped up off the chair and put her hand on her hips “Ms. Turner, stop being so stubborn. You’re the first one in line to help others, but when someone wants to return the favor, you shut em down. Well I’m not gonna let that happen. You’re gonna sit that pretty little white ass on that chair and let me give you what you need. Trust me, you’re gonna feel much better.” Taisha gave her a vexed look.
Maggie stood looking at her, stunned at the tone and the words, trying to take in exactly what she just heard. She looked at Taisha who darted her eyes toward the chair, raised her eyebrows and bobbed her head signaling her to sit. Then she gave a knowing smile
“Ok, if you insist.” Maggie assumed the position.
“So, your neck is sore on the left side. Anywhere else?” Asked Taisha.
“Actually, both sides and my lower back right at the waist.”
She gripped Maggie’s neck near the base and pushed a thumb on the left and two fingers on the right. Maggie jerked from a shot of pain.
“Oh yeah, we’ve got some stiffness there to deal with. And lower back…” She pushed her thumbs into her back near her waist line. “Pain?”
“Nope.” She moved out closer to her hips and pushed again. “Yeee!” Maggie squealed.
“Ok spot two.” “Sit straight up and raise your hands over your head.” Said Taisha like a doctor to a patient. Maggie raised them up elbows out to the side. “Straight up all the way.”
As she did, Taisha grabbed her shirt tail and wisped her shirt up and off in one swift motion. “Good now lean forward, assume the position and relax.”
Maggie leaned forward, breasts resting on the chair back and elbows on the dinning counter. Taisha began a gentle gripping rub of her shoulders. “Ok, now I’m going to give you a nice gently surface rub and find all your trouble spots. Then we’ll work them out one at a time ok?”
Loving the feel on her shoulders to that point, Maggie closed her eyes and said softly. “Ok, anything you say.” She leaned her head forward rolling it slowly side to side.
“Good, just let your arms dangle at your sided for the moment. Excellent, let them go limp.
She worked her shoulders and moved to her upper back and shoulder blades. “Oh, my that feels great.” Said Maggie softly.
“Just stay relaxed it will be a little tougher when we really start to work your trouble spots. I can sense some real tightness in places.” Said Taisha as she moved toward her middle spine. She hit a tender spot on the right and Maggie twinged. “There’s another.” She continued all the way down sliding her fingers under the waist band of Maggie’s shorts working the tender spots on her lower back and hips.
“OK, we’ve got them identified. Now we can go a little deeper. You need to relax; this is going to be a little shocking at first. I’m going to work the deep tissue. Trust me it will be worth it.” She said as she gripped the front of Maggie’s should with her left hand and pressed the heel of her hand firmly in the back. Maggie gasped in pain. “Just breath slow and easy…” Said Taisha calmly.
Maggie did as she told her, and the pain did quickly fade in intensity. She followed with some gentle massage and repeated the process twice. That whole routine was repeated for each pressure point. After the shoulders Taisha let Maggie place her elbows on the counter, resting her chin on her palms to support her head while she worked lower.
When she worked her middle back, Taisha asked. “How do you stay in such great shape, Ms. Turner? You have like no body fat.”
“I swim laps just about every day. Usually 5:30 AM for about an hour.” Said Maggie. “Probably why my shoulders are sore.”
“That makes sense. Did you swim competitively in school?”
“No, I actually started swimming for exercise in college.”
Taisha dropped to her knees and worked her lower back. She pushed inside the waist band of her shorts and used her thumbs. It was excruciating at first but eventually it was better. It felt like she was jamming a thumb into her pelvic bone. As she worked it, she gripped Maggie’s hips and pulled her ass out to overhang the edge of the seat
“You gotta little junk in the trunk for a white girl Ms. Tucker. I guess swimming payed off in that area too.”
“Thanks, I think.” Said Maggie trying to be careful. She was always a little uncomfortable when it came to body issues or hair with people of color. She did not ever want to come off as offensive.
“It’s a complement Ms. Turner, trust me.” Taisha felt awkward too.
Back in high school she was in the school late one Tuesday after track practice, a little after 7:00PM. She was the last to leave. It was Ms. Turner’s first year as principal and Coach Jackson was moving away to take a coaching slot in Chicago. Taisha happened to notice the light on in Ms. Turner’s office and decided to say hey. When she approached, she heard Coach Jackson’s voice coming from inside and found a place to peek in. The blinds were pulled down, but she found a gap in one window that gave her a view without being seen from the dark admin area where her assistant normally sat.
She saw him standing in front of her desk telling her how much he appreciated all the support she had given him. “You will be one of the people I miss most.” He said sincerely. He was about seven years older than her and at 6′ 2″ tall a good six inches taller.