Lotus pose
. Despite the cool mountain air, the girls were all sweating as Lucinda walked a weaving pattern between them, inspecting each one as they held the final pose. Satisfied with the group's discipline, she tapped the gong to signal the beginning of meditation. Lacey had gotten used to the morning ritual of yoga, followed by thirty minutes of meditation; she just wasn't sure everyone else had. But no one complained, and she really didn't think they would.
In fact, Lacey was astonished at how much she had actually gotten into the rhythm of the morning ritual. As Lucinda began the ancient chants of traditional meditation, Lacey drifted off into a state of serene bliss. The daily sessions cleared her mind of all the stress in her life; her financial situation, her roommate issues, her family dynamics, and the lack of a significate other. But mostly, the trauma if her beloved grandmother ever found out what she was doing for a living. Within minutes, she was so lost in her trance of serenity, that she didn't even realize the guys were setting up the massage tables on the other side of the pool.
When Lucinda rang the gong to end the session, Lacey peacefully transitioned back to reality. She felt refreshed and relaxed, despite almost an hour of strenuous yoga. Just then, she heard a noise from the other side of the pool. It was the guys, and they were all sitting on their respective massage tables, waiting for the girls.
"Ladies," Lucinda said. "If you would all move to the other side of the pool, I see the gentlemen appear to be waiting for their daily massage. You are welcome to put your yoga pants back on -- or not. Your choice."
Not a single girl put on their pants, as they were all getting used to being naked. Besides, the boys were all nude, so why not stay with the theme. As they all walked around the pool, Lucinda said, "You can pick your own massage partner, just make sure it's not a gentleman you have already had -- massaged, that is."
Lacey surveyed the available men as they all sat on their massage tables. Hayden caught her eye, and she headed in his direction. He was a muscular blond, which was interesting enough on its own. But as he sat there with an intriguing grin on his face, what intrigued Lacey was that his pubic hair was almost as blond as his head hair. In other words, at least in the bright sunlight, the curtains matched the carpet, as they say. In Lacey's experience, unless you were a redhead, the carpet was almost always darker and sometimes, a lot darker. So, this guy needed a much closer inspection.
"Hi," Lacey said as she approached him. "Hayden -- right?"
"Yes, and you're Lacey. I was hoping you'd pick me," he said with a smile.
"Why's that," Lacey said as she began to flirt with him.
"I noticed you the very first day," he said, recognizing the flirt. "You're just cute, and I was hoping to get to know you better."
Before Lacey could respond, Lucinda announced. "Ladies, today we're going to concentrate on the extremities."
"Does his dick count?" Vicky shouted.
Laughter rolled through the gathered nude assembly, before Lucinda cut them off. "Ladies, I suppose that is an extremity, but that's not where we're starting. Today we are concentrating on the head and scalp, the hands, and particularly, the feet. We will spend as much time as needed on each, and if you all do a good job and time permits. Yes, I'm sure your gentlemen would all love a happy ending."
There was only minimal instruction during the first two days of massage. However, today much intense guidance began. Nina and Lucinda carefully watched each girl throughout the massage of the scalp, hand, and feet regions. Giving detailed directions, as well as almost overbearing supervision. Especially when the girls got to their feet. "There is something very Biblical about massaging a person's feet," Nina warned. "However, most people, men especially, are quite ticklish there. Tickling can be sexy and fun, but not when you are trying to give a deep, relaxing massage." And she followed the warning with multiple suggestions on how to handle this very ticklish situation.
Lacey was relieved that Hayden wasn't particularly bothered by the foot massage, as long as she pressed very firmly. So, she assumed, that must be the trick. All eight girls finished with about twenty minutes to spare, so as Nina continued to walk up and down between the tables, Lucinda said, "Okay ladies, very good. Very good indeed. You have a little over fifteen minutes before lunch. You are welcome to work on any area of your massage partner's body that you feel needs attention."
A whoop of excitement went up until Lucinda quickly added, "Except, you must keep your feet on the ground. Both of them."
This was met with an audible sigh of disappointment, until Nina added, "Ladies, you're all getting fucked tonight, so just be patient. Good things come to those that wait."
As the guys had been lying flat on their backs throughout this entire exercise, all eight girls immediately went for that fifth extremity. Every guy had had at least a partial erection, and the girls wasted no time in making the most of it. Some girls just immediately slurped it straight into their mouths. But others took a more circuitous route to a happy ending. Lacey, her hands already soaked with massage oil, slowly started to stroke Hayden, as she carefully pondered her options.
As she made long slow strokes, up and down his glistening pole, she marveled at his blond
short and curlies
. Maybe lots of guys had blond hair between their legs. It was just that she had never seen it before. Unfortunately, as she gawked at his fair pelt, she failed to realize that she was gripping his fifth appendage tighter and tighter with each stroke. Without warning, he gasped for air, and she instantly realized what was about to happen. "Oh no!" she said, as she immediately moved her head to cover his violet crown and opened her mouth.
And not a moment too soon. Before Lacey's mouth was fully open, the initial force of his massive load splashed against the back of her palate. She quickly moved to close her lips around his pulsating purple crown, but there was already some spillage that she couldn't really do anything about until his eruption subsided.
After the initial blast was over, Lacey raised her head, and looking directly into Hayden's eyes, said seriously, but still trying not to laugh, "Hayden, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were about to come."
Hayden, gasping for breath, wheezed, "Oh Lacey, that's okay. I knew it was coming, but I just couldn't stop you -- it felt way too good. I guess you just bring out the best in me."
Lacey wiped her face with a clean towel, before starting to wipe down Hayden. "You want to take a swim?" Hayden asked.
Lacey dropped her towel, "I'll race you," she responded without a second thought.
Hayden was off the massage table in a flash, but Lacey just turned and dove in. By the time Hayden hit the water, Lacey had already surfaced and was well into her stroke. Together they swam four laps of the pool. Lacey realized pretty quickly that Hayden was a much better swimmer. She theorized that he may have even swum competitively at some point. But he never passed Lacey, and he let her win by half a length.
Clinging to the side of the pool and panting like a racehorse, Lacey said, "You let me win."
"I didn't know it was a race," Hayden said as he clung to the pool edge, just inches from Lacey.
"Well, it wasn't. But you could have still easily beaten me," Lacey said, still trying to catch her breath.
"I swam in high school, but I'm a gentleman. I wasn't trying to beat you," Hayden said, with his face only inches from Lacey's. "I was just pushing you. Besides, I owe you for the wonderful massage and blow job."
Lacey laughed. "It wasn't actually a blow job."
"I beg your pardon," Hayden objected. "I came in your mouth. Lacey, in my book, that's a blow job."
Lacey just smiled and pushed off to swim eight more laps. Hayden followed her stroke for stroke but never passed her, even though he could have easily. Lacey and Hayden kissed as they climbed out of the pool, and Lacey ran to change for lunch. She was almost thirty minutes late but still managed to make herself a salad before Nina stepped to the front of the room.
"Ladies, ladies," she said. "Can I have your attention? We have a very special treat for you this afternoon. Our afternoon program will be a tag team of Doctors Kristi Moore and Jean Carter. Dr. Moore is an MD with a practice in Gynecology, and Dr. Carter is a Ph.D. in Psychology. They have a joint practice associated with the Santa Monica Women's Clinic. Dr. Moore's topic is the
Female Anatomy & Psyche -- Yours
, and Dr. Carter's topic is
Jealousy -- Handling the Other Woman
. However, since they are partners, both in their medical practice and in their personal lives as well, they will share both discussions.
The moment Nina said, "they are partners in their personal life as well," Lacey looked up and glanced over at Angie. Angie, who had looked bored up until that moment, suddenly looked up with great interest. Lacey wasn't surprised as she figured this revelation would perk her interest.
"Kristi and Jean, as I'll call them," Nina continued. "It should be noted that both were previously married, had children, divorced, and now live together as domestic partners. So, they provide a unique insight into the relationships of men and women. Plus, Kristi is a practicing gynecologist, so her insight into a woman's anatomy and health is outstanding."
Nina paused as she looked at her watch, "It is currently 12:45, so finish your lunches, and we'll get started in about fifteen minutes.
By one o'clock, the girls had all finished lunch and were sitting patiently waiting for the afternoon session to begin. And as Drs. Moore and Carter stepped to the front of the room, the two TV monitors switched to photos of each of them and summaries of their academic and professional accomplishments.
"Ladies, I am Dr. Kristi Moore, and this is my partner Dr. Jean Carter," Kristi said as she introduced them. "As Nina said, we are both partners in our professional practice of women's health, as well as partners in life. We have known each other since we were undergrads. And both of us have been married. I married during my years in medical school. And Jean during her clinical internship after earning her doctoral degree. We both had children and became working mothers, like so many other women these days. However, we remained friends throughout these years, and as our kids grew up and began to leave the nest, we both agreed that we had much more in common with each other, than we did with our husbands."
With the possible exception of Angie, Lacey honestly didn't think there were any gay or even bisexual girls in the group. However, all eight girls' attention hung on Kristi's every word. And like so many couples that have been together a long time, both gay couples as well as straight couples begin to look alike. And Kristi and Jean did look a little bit alike. They were both about the same age, late forties probably, both were about the same height and had the same build, and they even had similar hairstyles, though the color was different. Kristi was a dirty blond, and Jean was a dark burnet with auburn highlights. But Lacey couldn't get her mind off how their relationship actually worked. She didn't know that many lesbian couples, and she was curious.
Kristi stepped forward as the slide on the TV monitor switched to that of a detailed illustration of the female reproductive system. "Ladies, what is your largest sex organ?" she asked. No hands went up, and she soon answered her own question. "It's not what is pictured here, or even anything between your legs," she said as she pointed to her crotch. "It's up here," as she moved her hand to her head. "It's your brain. What's between your legs is worthless without your brain being sexually stimulated."
"Do men have bigger brains," Vicky asked jokingly.
"Well, you would certainly think so," Kristi responded. "But actually, that's not true. The male brain is the same size as ours. However, there are differences that Jean will address. As a gynecologist, I'm more involved with our physical differences." Then pointing to the illustration, "The female clitoris has more than twice the number of nerve endings as the entire male penis. Women can have multiple orgasms and can have a sex drive every bit as much as any man. A woman will have four hundred menstrual cycles in her life. A woman can have babies, 1.8 on the national average, and women can nurse their young. Additionally, women are statistically healthier than men. Women live on average 6.8 years longer than men, have 28.6% fewer cases of cancer than men, women under the age of sixty-five are much less likely to have heart disease, and have, on average, one-third the rate of suicides."
There was a pause as Kristi surveyed the group of girls. "So, ladies, why are we considered the weaker sex?" There was a murmuring among the girls, but no one offered an answer. "Because the human male is larger than the female, and they have traditionally been the breadwinner. In other words, they have the money -- they control the purse strings." The group all nodded in agreement. "But we do have tools to level the playing field."
