The ad read, " Gentle Touch....bachelor parties, one on one shows, sensual massages. Sorry, no credit cards." Lisa took another long sip from her gin and tonic, and stared at the paper in front of her. My God, she wondered, Am I really going to do this?
She stood up and nervously paced the livingroom floor. Did she really want this? But what choice did she have? She'd known for a long time that she felt an unusual affinity for some women that she'd met. Not all of them, but enough to throw her life into turmoil.
And then she'd met Harmony. In no time at all they'd become extremely close friends...spending pleasant evenings watching old movies, sipping wine, and sharing girl talk. But after only a few short weeks, Lisa had to admit to herself that she felt something unique for the dark haired beauty. A longing...an aching for her touch. She'd come perilously close to betraying her feelings several times. Especially last night.
Harmony had been relating an amusing story about an incident that had occurred that day at the airline where she worked, when, as they both giggled, she had placed her hand on Lisa's thigh, leaving it there for several long seconds.
Electric shocks had raced from the warm touch on her leg, right to the core of her being. But even more unexpected than the brief caress was the look in Harmony's large brown eyes. Was it really there? Lisa thought that she could make out something hidden, yet struggling to be seen. What was it? A fleeting flash of desire? A smokey haze of lust?
Completely unnerved, Lisa had almost immediately forced a yawn, and then pleading exhaustion from a long day, had left and returned to her own apartment across the hall.
Still trembling, Lisa had stood inside her door, leaning back on it trying to regain her composure. Her heart was still pounding as she stripped off her clothes and slipped into her bed where she lay touching herself...first gently and deliberately, the furiously with animal abandon...bringing herself to climax over and over again. Finally her body's nearly insatiable craving subsided, leaving only damp sheets and a terrible feeling of uncertainty.
She desperately wanted Harmony...wanted to taste her mouth, her smooth, tanned skin, the depths of her womanhood. And tonight she seen a similar longing in her friends eyes. Or had she only imagined it?
She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would have to give in and declare her feelings for Harmony. But what if she was wrong and Harmony didn't feel the same? Well, she would have to deal with that at the time, perhaps losing a dear friend. But she knew that she would never know for certain until she faced her.
But how well did she know herself? What if she was right and Harmony responded the way she always did in Lisa's fantasy...with a deep, tender kiss, her hands going to Lisa's tiny breasts, and more? Suppose they began to live out what had been her dream and Lisa found herself feeling revolted, realizing that she was, after all, better suited to men. What if her body had been playing a nasty trick on her all along, and she found herself rejecting Harmony's attentions. She would, again, most surely lose her dearest friend...and all for nothing.
The risk was too great. She had to at least know herself...know her own body beyond any shadow of a doubt.
And so Lisa returned to the sofa, picked up the phone and dialed the number for Gentle Touch Escort Service.
"Hello, Gentle Touch," said a soft, breathy voice.
"Um, hi," replied Lisa. "I'd like some information on your service.
"Certainly. Bachelor parties are$150, and one on ones are $75, either in call or out. Those fees are for the agency. Our escorts work pretty much for tips, so we always say to plan for a minimum tip of $100."
"Sounds reasonable,"Lisa murmured. Is an appointment necessary or is short notice ok?"
"Oh, we always have plenty of girls on call. Will this be for a bachelor party or a gift for a boyfriend?"
Lisa took a deep breath. "No, this will be a 1 on 1...and it's for me. Will that be a problem? I mean, you'll have to send someone who is pretty open minded, and...really appreciates a good tip."
There was a momentary silence on the line. "Can you hold for a minute? I need to make a call to check."
"Sure, I'll wait."
Several minutes went by, then the young lady returned. "Ok, you're in luck! Ruby is available right now and she has no problem with it."
"Are you sure? I don't want to have her come over here for nothing."
"Well, when I told her that the client was a generous female she said 'Oooooh'. Know what I mean?"
"When can she come? No pun intended."
Lisa gave her the address. "She should be there in about a half hour or so. Maybe a little more. Not much"
"I'll be here."
Fighting a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, Lisa mixed herself another drink, and sat down on the couch....staring at the apartment door.
* * *
When the doorbell rang, an hour later, Lisa was momentarily seized by panic. She briefly considered running into the bathroom and locking the door, but managed to fight off the urge. Taking a deep breath to strengthen her resolve, she set her drink down on the floor and walked to the door.
Her hand trembling slightly, she grasped the knob and pulled the door open.
"Come in," she said softly, glancing furtively up and down the hallway. The large breasted young lady stepped inside, looking around curiously, a pleasant smile on her face.
"I'm Ruby," said brightly, offering her hand.
