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CHAPTER TWO

Terry helped her husband pack. She hated to see him go, but when she started to complain about it, he said, "You just got back from a trip yourself – so you shouldn't complain about my little trip."

"That was different," she insisted, "I only went to see my mother and you didn't want to go along."

"Honey, traveling to trouble-points is my business – and I've done very well at it – so you'll just have to get used to it."

"I think I've done pretty well," Terry said, "I never cheat on you – and I'll bet that's more than you can say for yourself."

"I can say I never cheat," Brad smiled.

"And that's all you can do – say it, cause you could never prove it."

"You sound like you don't trust me…" he complained.

"Should I trust you?" she asked jokingly.

Her playboy husband admitted bluntly, "No – never trust a traveling husband!"

They went to an early dinner and then Terry saw him on board his flight. As he kissed her goodbye at the runway, he whispered, "I love you, baby – you know it too!"

"I love you," she assured him, and then she was gone. She always hated to see the plane's take off. She much preferred the pleasant memory of her husband kissing her, saying something nice in her ear, and then not watching him fly.

When she got back to her Lakeshore Drive apartment, it was late and in the fall the sun went down early, and now as she looked out over the lake it was almost black as the moon hid under clouds that portended rain.

She took her clothes off, and slipped into some comfortable pajamas, and sat down to watch her TV. She hadn't been seated fifteen minutes before she heard a knock on the door. Answering it, she saw her neighbor Laura. Laura was standing all alone in her blue robe, and she had a worried look on her face.

"Come in," she nodded to her. "What's up?"

"I've just got this awful creepy feeling," she said, "I don't know why, but I get it sometimes when it gets so dark on the lake, and I look out there and everything is black."

"Sit down," Terry motioned. "I was just watching TV."

"I hope I'm not bothering you," Laura said nervously, as she felt her arm.

"No," Terry smiled. "As a matter of fact I appreciate the company. My husband is gone so much of the time I get lonely."

"Is Brad gone now?"

"Yes, he's off to Denver. Right now, I imagine he's about thirty thousand feet in the air, no doubt looking over the plane to see if some sharp looking chick is headed for Denver – alone!"

"I know what you mean," Laura smiled. "When I divorced Teddy it was because he could never play in his own playpen."

"Sometimes I feel like divorcing Brad," Terry admitted. "I'm sure he cheats on me."

"They all do," Laura laughed. "I only wish somebody had wised me up – I could be living on easy street now if I hadn't divorced my meal-ticket."

"What do you do?"

"I mean what do you do for a living now?"

"I'm a masseuse," she smiled, "and I keep busy I have to if I'm going to pay the rent to live in these Lakeshore Towers."

"I envy you," Terry smiled. "You probably have a lot more fun than I do. I just stay at home when my husband is gone, and he's gone a lot, damnit."

"You think a lot of Brad, don't you?" Laura asked cagily turning to look into Laura's blue eyes, Terry told her, "I think the world of him, Laura. When I have him in my arms – that's all I want – that's all I need!"

"Oh, that's beautiful," Laura said sadly. "I used to feel that way too."

"But when he's gone, my heaven turns to hell because I get so damned lonely."

"Well, I know what you should do," Laura said quickly. "You should get something to do that occupies your time, and maybe gives you some extra money. That always comes in handy."

"What can I do?"

"You could become a masseuse – like me," Laura said seriously. "The pay is good – and it really isn't hard work."

"But you have to have some kind or degree or something, don't you?"

"No-no, silly," Laura laughed. "Just good hands and an earnest desire to help the people who come to you – Frances will teach you all you need to know."

"Frances Iden – she's the gal who owns the place where I work. Today, one of the girls phoned in she was quitting, and lucky for you, she's looking for a replacement. Would you be interested?"

"Would I ever?" Terry smiled, thinking of what the relief from boredom could do for her life.

"What would you do with the extra money? Travel? Get some new clothes? Or maybe some new furniture?" Then, as Laura looked around the room, she had to admit, "You really don't need a thing. Everything looks so new, and expensive."

"Brad is awfully good to me," Terry smiled.

"He really is!"

"I can see that," she nodded, glancing around the room once more appreciatively, "but there's nothing nicer than having your own money to do your thing with!"

"I couldn't agree with you more," Terry assured her.

"Tell you what – tomorrow I'll take you down to meet Frances Iden, my boss – if you want me to, that is."

"Oh, I'd love it," Terry assured her, "I can't thank you enough. I need a little diversion from the boredom when he's gone. Sure, he's good company, and a marvelous lover when he's here, but that only makes it worse when he's gone."

"I understand," Laura smiled, and then as she glanced out the picture window, she observed, "Oh – look, the clouds have vanished, and the moon is shining on the lake – that's better."

"It does make everything look better when tire moon comes out, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," Laura smiled, as she got up and walked to the door. "Sorry I disturbed your TV watching – but I did feel alone and miserable this black night."

"I'm so glad you came in, honey – and I appreciate your wanting to take me over to see what's her name…"

"Frances Iden, the woman who operates the Roman Massage Parlor. I'll take you to see her tomorrow if you want me to."

"Oh, thanks, I'd love that," Terry told her, as they both said goodnight. The very next day Laura came over in the morning to tell her she was going to be leaving the place at one in the afternoon, and if she really was serious to be ready.

"Of course I'm serious," Terry assured her, and then she went about her household chores with some enthusiasm for she had something to look forward to.

When two o'clock rolled around both Terry and Laura were talking to Frances Iden about work.

"Massage isn't all a bed of roses," Frances warned her, "Sure, the pay is good, but it takes work to rub up and down the spine. The spine is the switchboard of the body, you know."

"Yes," Terry nodded, and then Laura smiled. "I'll teach her a few things about it if you want me to – we live in the same apartment house."

"That would be just fine," Frances smiled, "because I'm so busy I don't know when I'd ever get time to teach you. Now, when could you begin work?"

"Anytime," Terry said, "I'm free a lot because my husband travels."

"Ridiculous," Frances smirked.

"What's ridiculous?"

Frances Iden shrugged, "Ridiculous to leave a girl like you all alone. Too many men who have an eye for a beautiful girl."

"I think too much of Brad – my husband – to play around," Terry smiled.

"How nice," Frances commented skeptically.

"Seldom anybody talks like that anymore, it's refreshing to know someone is faithful."

"Well, I am – and that's the way I like it. Getting this job is just my way to kill time, and save money. I'm bored alone."

"Of course, Terry. Well, we're happy to have you joining us, and I think Laura could start right now showing you some of our massage techniques."

"I'd love to," Laura nodded eyeing her shapely body.

"Where?" Terry asked.

"Why not right here? We have a couple of free rooms and she can teach you in a couple of hours, and then you can make some money today. How does that sound to you?"

"Beautiful," Terry smiled. "Thanks so much and how much do I get per patient."

"Normally ten," Frances Iden laughed, "but there are special cases where we charge more. It all depends on the service rendered."

"I see," Terry nodded, not quite sure if she did or didn't see. Quickly, Laura picked up the conversation. "Right this way, dear, and I'll show you what we have to do."

She led the way down the hall until she came to a vacant room. Entering, she closed the door, and started to illustrate.

"We should go through it just the way you'll be working on the men who come for massage," Laura smiled, taking her clothes off.

For a moment Terry held back. She wasn't used to watching another woman undressing in such intimate quarters.

"What's wrong?" Laura smiled.

"Oh, nothing – I – I just feel funny undressing in front of another woman like this," she said flatly.

Reaching back to unhook her bra, Laura said, "You mustn't!" As she observed Laura's giant-size knockers flash into view, she found herself strangely intrigued. And then Laura slid out of her panties. Reaching into her handbag, she brought out a skimpy half-cup bra, and a pair of skimpy, tight fitting white nylon hot pants. Sliding into them, and adjusting the bra, she explained, "This is how we dress!"

"Nice – real conservative," Terry teased. "Honestly, honey, I don't think I could wear a revealing outfit like that. I'd feel absurd dressing so that men could turn-on just looking at my tits and my you know what."

"Oh, no, it's a business, baby – like any other. Mustn't let pride come between you and the buck now, undress and I'll show you how it's done." Terry undressed, and embarrassed as she felt, she nevertheless thought she might as well let Laura have her way. After all, she had put herself out to bring her down to meet her boss, and she wasn't going to disappoint her. She stripped down to her panties, and bra and slid up on the massage table.

"Baby – the men we rub are naked."

"They are?" Terry gulped.

"Of course, baby – you can't give a body shampoo, and a good body massage unless the man is bare ass naked."

"Alright," she agreed reluctantly. Getting off the massage table, Terry stripped, and as she let the bra fall off, the panties slip down, Laura got an eyeful.

"You're beautiful," Laura sighed, in response to the sight of her beautiful breasts, with their dark red circles, and erect nipples, and the brown triangle of hair between her legs.

"Am I safe?" Terry laughed.

"I don't know," Laura admitted chuckling. "You've got a body that won't allow you to be completely safe with anybody."

As Terry lay on her stomach, Laura began rubbing her back. She pressed down on the nerve centers along her spinal column explaining, "All the nerves of the body connect here. So, we deliberately focus our fingers on the spine. Press, with the fingers, rubbing in small circles at each place on the spine. This really relaxes the man."

"That's hard work," Terry observed, as she felt Laura's hands gliding over her body, and then Laura let her hands sweep like velvet over her soft behind.

"How does this feel, honey?" she asked huskily.

"Heavenly…"

"Well, that's just the sensation you've got to produce for these men who come to you. They've got to get carried away, or they won't tip you very much."

"Do we get to keep the tips?"

"No, we've got to split fifty-fifty with Frances Iden. She's real particular about that. As a matter of fact that is why she fires half the girls."

"Greedy, isn't she?"

"Well, no – it is her place, and these body shampoos, and specialized rubdowns in private settings are all her ideas. So I guess she has a right to her cut."

Now, Laura's hands were working on her inner thighs, and much to Terry's surprise, she was feeling a delightful sensation as her hands rubbed her there.

"Like?"

"Love it," Terry assured her. "You're very good at it."

"That's what they tell me," Laura laughed, as her fingers began pressing, kneading, massaging Terry's buttocks.

"Don't hesitate to play around with their butts," she declared. "They love this!"

"So do I," Terry sighed. "It all feels so fantastic – I don't want you to ever stop."

"Good," Laura said softly, "now turn over…" Terry turned over, and Laura's soft hands slid over her body. Reaching for a small bottle, she smiled. "We use this special oil to rub them down. It lets our hands glide all over the body and smoothly – that's the important thing."

Terry understood the meaning of her words for the smooth movements over her body were subtly stimulating, but the way she massaged her breasts captivated her. Laura had a way about her as she used both hands, gripping, the breasts, pinching them lightly, and generally keeping the hands sweeping down the body in different directions.

"Part your thighs," she smiled. Terry spread her legs. As she felt her hands sweeping down her inner thighs, she became so stimulated she could hardly believe it. This was another woman, and this woman totally turned her on.

Sensing this, Laura let her fingers work around her now moistening mound. She inserted her fingers and kept up a diddling display of action that caused erotic desires to flourish within her loins.

"Ohhh – ahhhh – I can't stand it," she panted. "This is too much – too much."

"Is it?" Laura smiled, enjoying the movements so much she felt herself moistening. Then, with her fingers moving effectively she knew she had her, right where she wanted her. She promptly proceeded to let her own flimsy bra slip off, revealing her great breasts.

To Terry's total surprise, she found looking at the girlfriend's breasts stimulating. But, she got another sight when Laura slid out of her hot pants, putting her proud vagina on display. The shaved slit surprised her.

"You shave it," she commented.

"Some men like it shaved," she smiled, and then she got up on the Massage table with Terry, letting her legs straddle her. She reached out and massaged her breasts as her own breasts hung before Terry's startled eyes.

"Oh, Laura, this does feel good," she assured her, "really good."

"You've been a turn-on with me ever since I moved into the place," Laura frankly admitted. "Why shouldn't two women enjoy each other?"

It didn't take long for the two women's bodies to, collide in pleasure. Laura bent over farther, allowing her breasts to touch her girlfriend's breasts. And then as their bodies crushed hard against each other, she started kissing the other woman passionately. And to her surprise, the other woman loved it. She Frenched her for a moment and then let her tongue slide out and started licking her face.

"Gee, but you look beautiful to me," she smiled. "You really do, baby!"

"Anybody ever give you a tongue-bath?"

Terry shook her head, her eyes now glazed with lust and hot desire.

"I will teach you then," Laura smiled and she let her tongue sweep down her body, focusing on each nipple, and then gliding to her vagina.

She licked at it impatiently, as turned-on Terry groped for her head, and guided her over it.

"Ohhh, yes, baby – eat me – eat my pussy," she panted, remembering all too well how her husband enjoyed getting down there and licking. The tongue jabs continued, and she could tell that Laura actually knew more about producing pleasure in her body than her own husband did. This was surprising to her, but she was mentally free enough to accept the fact, another woman could generate all kinds of sexual excitement in her body, and she was quite capable of enjoying it.

"Eat me," she begged her hot-blooded girlfriend. "Eat my cunt!"

She loved the freedom she was feeling that would allow her the opportunity to enjoy the superb tongue skill of a member of the same sex.

"Lick it, honey," she urged her on, as the electrical thrills raced up and down her spine. Laura's hot hands held her in place, as her mouth pressed down on her vagina, licking excitedly. It didn't take long for Terry to gush as she felt the passion build, build, and then explode. The hot juices were eagerly licked up by her girlfriend. And as Laura moved away, she looked up, almost as if she was asking approval.

In response, Terry smiled. "It was beautiful baby, I really enjoyed it."

Then, Laura said softly, "No woman is free until she realizes passion doesn't depend upon gender. It depends upon the fire she sees in the eyes of her lover."

"I couldn't agree with you more," Terry told her quickly, and then added, "I'm curious – do you just go for women?"

"How ridiculous of you to ask me," Laura laughed, "of course not. That is what I meant by freedom. I'm free to love man, woman or beast…"

"Beast?"

"I mean a nice dog, a friendly dog with some training."

"Training?"

"They have dogs for that you know, or didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't," she said in remarkable surprise.

"Sure, women have loved dogs for years, and I don't wonder why – some dogs are more capable of giving satisfaction than some men – depends upon the dog, of course."

"Of course," Terry gulped, hardly able to grasp the idea of having sex with a dog.

"Does your husband go down on you?" Laura smiled, and when Terry didn't immediately reply, she shrugged, "Maybe I'm out of line in asking."

"No – no, you're not out of line. It's just that I'm not used to discussing intimate details of my sex life with anyone."

"You're free now," Laura giggled. "Free to do or say anything you damned well please about sex – isn't that great?"

"Yes – yes, it is," Terry nodded. "I'll admit for the first time in my life I can talk about 'fucking' – that's right – 'fucking', I just like to hear myself use the word because I used to think it was a dirty word."

"Fucking. Is the most beautiful word in the dictionary," Laura laughed.

"But it isn't in the dictionary," Terry insisted. "I looked."

"I should say 'vocabulary'," Laura smiled. "A big bunch of prudes get together and call it 'intercourse' – but did you ever hear a man say, 'I want to intercourse you' – no, he'll say, 'C'mon chick, let's fuck!' – but a lot of fuddy-duddy people are so hung-up on the subject that they're afraid to call a screw a fuck. But a fuck is a fuck – IS a fuck!"