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track of who was who. I was in a blissful oblivion of skin, my fingers surrounded by the planets greatest invention. I was breathless and afraid to move, for fear that it might stop. But I kept fucking them anyway, and they kept letting me, stroking my neck and kissing each other. Before I had time to fully enjoy my position, Jaye started to come, moaning, her tongue buried in Mashas mouth. Masha stroked her hair as she came.
Seconds later Jaye was on top of me, which I didnt want, so I pushed her back. She clambered around, kissing and fighting me over Mashas prone nakedness. We struggled with each other until I slid slowly out of Masha and started to get up.
"Back in five," I told them, leaving Jaye to get Masha off.
I had to pee—all that water. Wiping was an exercise in futility, and I was reluctant to wash my hands. I savored their wetness as it slid off of me under the water. I looked at my hands and tried to catch my breath. I was afraid but also desperate to go back out there. I wondered wildly how this had happened to me, what wonderful thing I had done to deserve it.
I eventually attributed it to Masha. She was not a person, but a force. She taught people things without even trying. When she believed in something, she didnt so much believe it, as she became it. It made it seem impossible to believe anything else. The way she pushed herself into the world, shoving aside the parts that didnt make sense to her without a second thought was revolutionary and transcendent.
Walking back into the living room I saw that Jaye had ended up underneath Masha, not surprisingly. For some reason I didnt feel like joining them, so I went into the dining room. I got myself a glass of wine and sat at the table, leafing through the newspaper I found there. The news seemed different to me, less alarming, and somehow easier to classify.
After a while, I looked up and saw Masha standing in the doorway, wrapped up in a sheet. I got up and walked over to her.
"Moving to the bedroom?" I asked gently, plucking at the sheet.
She shook her head.
"Jayes lighting candles in the bathroom," she informed me, excitedly. "Were all going to take a shower."
"Are you real?" I asked, pushing the hair out of her eyes.
She smiled. We stood there and looked at each other stupidly.
"I love you," she said.
"What, now you tell me?" I teased.
She nodded and, strangely, blushed.
"Because you know Im just about to go in there and fuck that woman again," I threatened.
"I know," she said.
We ambled to the bathroom, hand in hand.
Walking to the door, she felt confidence in her work. April had created her own business by deciding she would do what she liked best. A little planning and soon she had several appointments. She thought back to how she had decided to get into
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the business of personal massage.
Her first orgasm had come at the hands of a masseuse who knew all of the special places on a womans body. It had been her first massage. She had been nervous, the tenseness evident in her shivering. She had lain nude underneath a towel that just covered her bottom, awaiting the masseuse.
When the masseuse entered the room, April had been startled by the masseuses good looks. April had expected a matronly looking woman, but this was a girl close to her own age, maybe even younger. April knew the girls had to be 18 to be giving massages, but she didnt think this girl was any older than that. April knew the masseuse could see that she was shivering: April knew it was because of her nerves, not the temperature in the room.
April watched through the mirror in front of her as the masseuse arranged her oils and lotions on the small table next to the massage table. The masseuse wore what April considered very short shorts, even by her own standards. A white crop top completed the outfit. The crop top ended well above the masseuses belly button. No fat, not even a small "love handle" marred the masseuses body. April was envious, as she had fought for years with crunches to get her baby fat under control. Aprils eyes wandered upwards on the masseuses body, looking for imperfections. She finally found one: a small mole on the masseuses left cheek. But it looked more like a beauty mark.
Then the masseuse pivoted like a dancer on her toes and April gasped audibly. The masseuses breasts completed the perfection April was beholding. The masseuse looked over and said, "Did you say something, miss?" "No," April replied. She immediately regretted her answer. Why hadnt she told the masseuse how beautiful she was? Certainly the girl was complimented by all of her customers. So she surely would not have been shocked by being complimented by another woman.
April just looked at the masseuse in the mirror. In a minute, she thought, this beautiful girl is going to be giving me a massage.
"Would you like oil or powder to start with?" the girl asked. "Powder," April said. She knew she loved it when she put powder on her own body. How great was it going to be when this girl did it to her?
April felt the girl shake the powder on her shoulders. Then the masseuses hands began their journey over Aprils body. April continued to shiver as the girls hands worked their magic. "Are you cold?" the girl asked. "No," April said, "just nervous." "No reason for that," the girl said, "I am going to make you forget all about being nervous." Her hands continued their journey, gently massaging Aprils back. April began to relax. The girl knew what she was doing.
Leaning over Aprils back, the girls hair cascaded down and brushed along from Aprils shoulders to the middle of her back..
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