My gym manager was apologizing while telling me that all of the massage therapists he trusted were completely booked.
I asked him if they could give him any names and he laughed and said, "Yeah, each others...."
He had stopped before finishing so I finished for him."And you?"
"It would be inappropriate."
"Why, because you are gay?"
He gave me a small smile and shrugged his shoulders."I didn't think you knew."
"I was clued in by the blonde that sneered every time she walked past you. I asked her if she was telling me you were gay because you had turned her down or because you had told her?
She was taken aback by my question, looked away then said, "Both".
"She suddenly looked embarrassed. She bit her lip and looked around then headed in your direction. That was when she caressed your shoulder as she walked past."
"I was wondering what that was all about. Thanks for the intervention. So you don't have a problem with my being gay?"
"No, I already know that you are the worlds best boy scout and would never do anything inappropriate. You were my first choice in the first place. So unless you find me a voluptuous woman named Wicked Wanda you are my choice."
He laughed and said, "One of the ones I tried to get for you is the Wicked Wanda type but it would not have helped much, she is gay too. The blonde you talked to, Dawn, now goes to her at my recommendation. Come back down to the massage room when you get your work done."
Several weeks later Derek and I had become friends and I was happy with my decision. I got my massages Saturday afternoons as a precursor of going out that night and seeing about getting laid.
I was very surprised when it turned out to mean I would be fucking Dawn more often than not.
I had decided I liked her when her remorse at the way she had behaved towards Derek proved to be genuine. I made her my friend as she made me her sounding board.
She did not need or want a boyfriend; she wanted the occasional one night stand and in her mind she wanted Derek, her massage therapist at the time.
She did not have the self-esteem to handle being turned down. At first she though Derek was lying to her about being gay which hurt her badly. By the time she talked to me she knew he had not lied and my question made her realize that her behavior was out of line.
She used my ear to get past the embarrassment and had in fact sent flowers and an apology to Derek.
She actually thanked me for forcing her to see that she was not always a nice person.
I soon mentioned to Dawn that "One Night Stand" was my middle name and she tested me out that same evening and many Saturday nights since.
We were now fuck buddies, which was what we had been searching for in the first place. We both have too much invested in our careers for anything else. We had also become each other's best friend, or more accurately our only real friend. We had friends and acquaintances among co-workers but we were each other's lone non-work related friend.
We had become our default dates at company functions. When she felt like going out it was me she called. I had cancelled more than one date for her.
Any work related bitching either of us had to get off their chest was vented on the other.
I was relieved to have a woman of however fleeting value in my life because over time I had found that Derek's hands on me felt a hell of a lot better than I thought they should. We had expanded my massage to full body and sixty minutes and I was often getting erections from his ministrations.
He assured me that it was very common during massages for the client to get erections, which is likely true, but my real problem was the fact that I liked that he was seeing them.
Late one Saturday afternoon I was headed for the gym wondering if Derek would make some move on me that day when I got a frantic call from Dawn telling me I needed to hurry to her house and fuck her. Now!
I called Derek canceling my appointment then hurried to Dawn's house. A lady in distress trumps all other plans.
She was nude as she opened her door. She grabbed my hand and hurried me to the bedroom as my cock jumped to full readiness. She helped get me naked then pushed me onto my back on the bed, mounted me and fucked me with great intensity.
Her fine orgasm appeared to be one that was well overdue. She slowed her fuck and looked at me with what was an expression of relief, and said, "Thanks, I needed that."
"Apparently. What happened?"
"Inga. She does everything but pinch my nipples or touch my pussy. I would rape her but she is too big. Today she let me caress her ass for about three seconds but would not get her pussy or tits close enough for me to touch. She knows I want her but she just gives me a massage."
Inga was her Wicked Wanda. I reminded her that if she got her wish Inga would lose her license and livelihood. She needed to ask her over for dinner.
"I already have, more than once. She knows that my main course would be her."
"It never crossed my mind you eat pussy."
"I don't, well not since college. I am surprised that Inga has brought back that hunger. She is a large blonde and my preference has always been small with freckles."
Dawn had resumed fucking me with purpose. The mental image of her eating pussy had me in a stir and I was going to have a difficult time hanging on until her next orgasm but as luck would have it her cum came seconds after I started mine. Dawn slid to my side and I kissed her softly.
"Hang in there baby, we will think of something," I said.
She kissed me back and asked, "How goes it with you and Derek?"
"About the same as you and Inga."
Dawn quickly turned to face me and with wide eyes asked, "Really?"
"Yes, but I am just as afraid he will lose his job as he is. I no longer wear the towel over my ass or cock but although he enjoys looking at my dick especially when it is hard he has never come close to touching it."
"Woe is us," she said with a gentle kiss.
"You have that right," I answered with a soft, lingering kiss.
Something had changed between us and I could not pin down what it was. Maybe it was sharing the same frustrating predicament. Maybe it was admitting to ourselves and to each other our clearly homosexual wants, our most closely guarded secrets. Maybe it had sunk into the two of us that we were basically two against the world.
We had suddenly become very important to each other or more likely we had just simply realized we already were.Whatever it was it had us cuddling and caressing and kissing for over thirty minutes, double the time of all our other after fuck cuddles combined.
I suddenly told her something I should have weeks ago. "Dawn, I apologize for not saying this before, you are beautiful, I love the way your body feel against mine. I thank you for allowing me in your bed. You are a special lady."
She looked at me with a look of surprise and a touch of giddiness. Her only comment was a long, soft kiss.
Up until then the longest time I had ever spent at her house was an hour or so. Under normal circumstances I would be dressed and on my way home by now. There was never much foreplay. We probably kissed fewer than five times per session. They were, "slam, bang, thank you ma'm, see you later," events. I had never gone down on her.
I had a semi bright idea and slowly kissed my way down her body. I raised the pitch of my voice and said, "Don't worry, Inga take care of you."
