Free Baby Come Back by Andrea Smith Page A

it.”
                  “I’m sure there’s more to it than that.  I imagine you have some fairly colorful stories to tell.”
                  “Well I don’t,” I snapped, instantly regretting my tone. “I’m sorry, Tristan.  I didn’t mean to snap.  I just really didn’t enjoy high school.”
                  “Well who did, I suppose? That’s alright, babe.  We can talk about something else.”
                  (Yes, please!)
                  Tristan and I enjoyed the rest of our dinner.  I couldn’t shake the image of Amber from my mind; the intensity of her gaze on Tristan.  He had seemed oblivious to it.  Right about now I was wishing that I wasn’t estranged from Tylar.  This was the kind of stuff a BFF could help with.
                  Once home, Tristan hit the shower.  I gathered the appropriate props for our room.  I had an idea brewing that might help.  I lit some aromatherapy candles placing them around the bed.  I switched on the flat screen and located a music channel that was playing relaxation mood sounds.  I changed into a silk nightgown and dimmed the lighting.  I rummaged through my purse, locating my pen size flashlight and tucked it underneath the folded quilt at the foot of the bed.  There.  Tristan was going to get a full body massage and I was going to conduct a covert birthmark search in the process.
                  Tristan emerged from the bathroom with a bath towel tucked around his hips.  He immediately noticed the ambience I had incorporated into our room.
                  “What’s this?”
                  “This is my gift to you this evening, Tristan.  I am giving you a full body massage, with a soothing ointment that is guaranteed to blow your mind.”
                  “Well, I like the ‘blow’ part,” he teased.
                  “We’ll save that for later.  Come on; let’s start with your back since we know where this will end up later.”
                  Tristan obliged by dropping his towel and stretching out on the bed on his stomach.  He crossed his arms in front of him, resting his head on them.  I straddled him and started at his shoulders. I poured a little bit of oil on his upper back and started with firm, circular motions on each of his shoulders.  He immediately relaxed, moaning in pleasure as I worked my way southward.
                  I continued the massaging between his shoulder blades, then his lower back, scooting myself back so that I could make my way to his nice, tight ass.  I lifted myself from him and knelt at his side so that my view could be unobstructed when inspecting his butt.  He was fairly relaxed almost dozing by this time.
                  I moved my massaging to his buttocks now.  I was glad that I had tucked the small flashlight under the quilt.  The dim lighting was not revealing anything obvious at this point.  I had kind of figured that since I had seen Tristan’s naked tush hundreds of times and couldn’t recall a birthmark, it was not going to be real obvious.  I was so hoping it wasn’t there.
                  I massaged his left cheek while my right hand dug beneath the quilt, feeling for the pen light.  I found it and flipped it on with my right hand.  I continued massaging his cheek with one hand while I focused the tiny light on his butt.  His left cheek had been thoroughly examined.  All clear.  No devils’ fork.
                  “What happened to both hands, Gina?”
                  (Oh shit!  He noticed the one hand massage!)
                  “You aren’t massaging yourself with your right hand are you?”
                  “Ha ha, Tristan.  You wish.”
                  I stuck the pen light between my teeth and put my right hand back on his ass so he