Chapter 4: The Party

Friday morning recap.

“Babe, I’m so nervous about tonight. What if I’m misreading things, what if nothing happens, what if they don’t want me, what if I don’t like what is happening?”

“Slow down Sam! You’re getting all worked up for nothing. Candy and Marti have made no bones about who they are and especially Marti, has made it very clear how much she likes you, Right?”

“I know but...”

“No buts! I want you to phone the spa right now and make a day of spa and shopping, Ok?” Ron says.

“But you...”

“I’ve got yard work to do. Now go!” he adds with an authoritative tone.

“Gawd! I love you so much Ron.”

Sam

I give Ron a kiss on the cheek and head to our bedroom to call the spa and get ready. I flop down on the bed and grab my cell off the charger. I open contacts and there it is, Tammi’s Wonderspa.

“Tammi’s! Amanda speaking, how may I help you today?” a cheery voice says.

It’s the cute new masseuse! I can feel my heat start and my pussy throb.

“Hi Mandy! It’s Samantha Robertson. I’m wondering if I can slide in this morning?”

“Oh, Sam, I don’t think ... just wait a sec. Ah yes. My 10:30 cancelled so yes, I have a spot for you. What do you have in mind for services today?”

I decide to flirt a bit. Ok ... a lot! “Your massages are practically orgasmic so I’ve got to have you do me.” Was that too much? “As well, I desperately need my bikini line looked after but I could be convinced to go completely bare. After all, I have been trying new things lately.” I feel myself blush as well as drench my thong. My nipples aren’t hard though ... yes they so fucking are, hehehe!

Mandy’s reply was sultry, “Anything for you Sam, I want my favourite client to be “totally” satisfied with my services. After all, I don’t want to do anything that would stop you from cuming back.”

Oh gawd! Did she just say that? I need a shower to calm down. Mandy sure seems to have taken my flirting at face value and returned it in spades!

So I continue our repartee. “I’m sure I’d be 1000% satisfied with anything you want to do to me my dear. I’ll be there for 10:30 and put myself totally in your hands.” I’m so turned on that I add on impulse, “And Mandy, today is a special day so do anything extra that you deem necessary. I’m all yours.”

My face is burning hot and my hands are shaking. What happened to the mild mannered, no risk, plain old Samantha? I hope she is fucking dead and gone because this Sam loves this on edge pushing the limits feeling.

I’m sure I heard Mandy moan just before she replied. “I ... I’m ... looking forward to our session. See you at 10:30.”

We end the call and I roll to the edge of the bed and sit. I have to get myself together. I, for sure, need a shower after that exchange and I also need to pick an outfit. Am I seriously concerned about what I wear to the spa? Absolutely! I am a girl after all!

For some reason I am drawn to the window overlooking the driveway. I see Ron trotting down the drive and also note the object of his attention. Bev’s sitting on her driveway and cans are rolling down it. My white knight to the rescue! He is such a good man. He just seems to care about everybody.

So to the shower. Ron will look after Bev. I don’t have time to mess around if I’m going to make my 10:30. As much as I want to let my fingers do the walking, so to speak, it’s 9:15 and I have to move it.

Quick shower, hair up in a clip, light makeup. Now an outfit. Simple black thong, why wear a bra (getting to be a habit). Plaid skirt, mid thigh. White chiffon top. Black strappy wedge sandals and black clutch to finish.

Tah dah!!!

I’m ready to go. I head out to the garage. I don’t see Ron, so he must still be helping Bev. I send him a text to let him know I got a spa appointment. He’s glad and we agree to meet before I leave for the party at Candy and Marti’s.

I look at the van. That is definitely not me anymore. Our weekend car is calling me. Our canary yellow Masda Miata agrees that she is now mine. Sorry Ron. I get the keys off the hook and snag my sun glasses and mints out of the van. I give her a pat and tell her she’s been a good girl all these years but I’ve outgrown her. She understands.

I jump into the Miata and realize it’s been years since I’ve driven standard. Ron always drove when we were out together. I do some shift practice before starting the yellow sports car. I start her up and back her out onto the street. It seems so natural. Like riding a bike. I feel like I’m 20 again!

Before I know it, I’m pulling into the spa parking lot. I don’t even have time to think about what is planned for tonight, on the drive, but that’s now coming back to me. I push the what if thoughts out of my head and, “here goes another step toward the new me!”

The Spa.

I get out of the car, check myself in the mirror and off I go. I fling the main door to the spa open like I own the place and strut in, head held high.

There she is, unbelievably, all flushed looking, waiting for me!

Amanda, 5’2” tall, 23? (I found out later I was right), probably 125lbs, 32A or small B, close cut platinum blonde hair, spiky on top. She has this enchanting athletic frame on her. Not quite boyish but almost. Gawd! I could so fucking eat her up right now!!

Gawd Sam, pull myself together! A few weeks ago, I would have died even thinking anything sexual about another woman and been totally mortified to even hear vulgar speech let alone use it in my everyday vocabulary. Here l am now acting like some lesbian pussy hunter!

Fuck it! This is the new me.

I stride right up to her and grab her in a big sexy hug, placing my hand on her ass, pressing her into me. “Unnnnhh,” she let out.

As I release her, after slightly too long, I say confidently, “Thank you for fitting me in Amanda sweetheart!”

“Y ... y ... your more than welcome, Mrs. Robertson,” using more formal address, I’m sure, for the benefit of the other clients and staff present.

“Will you please follow me?” Her mouth smiles but her eyes look scared, concerned and aroused, all at once.

I follow my blonde pixie to the locker area, wondering what exactly will transpire between us.

Gawd, I’m damp!

By the time we get to the lockers Mandy had composed herself. “I’ll let you take your street clothes off here and there is a silk kimono in your locker. I’ll go and prep. Just join me in room 2 when you are ready and then we can begin your very special spa treatments.”

I give her a sultry look (I hope) and say softly, “Thank you sweetheart.”

She gazes up at me, her look now one of pure lust. She starts to reply but instead quickly turns and scurries off to the spa room.

“Gawd! That girl is sexy!”

I shed my street clothes, including my soaked thong. I guess I’ll have to stash extras in the car or just go without if I keep soaking them. And to think, for the past few years, I had lubrication issues. New target audience, problem solved, hehehe!

I put on the beige silk kimono. It’s so cool on my skin. Something I’ve never noticed before. The coolness has an effect on my already aroused nipples. As the material moves across them, it causes electric shocks that go from nipples to clit instantly!

I’m so in trouble now! Fluids start trickling down my inner thighs ... I hope Mandy likes my perfume!

I giggle to myself and make my way to room two. “In for a penny in for a pound!”

I come through the door to the sexiest image I could have ever dreamed of. I stop dead in my tracks.

A very naked Mandy is standing with towel over one arm and a matching kimono draped over the other.

“Sam, I need to be rather forward at this point because the next bit is kinda make or break for me. If I am on a different page than you right now, you could have my job but I need to know for sure. I am going to be straight up and say, I am a lesbian and find you very attractive. I read some things in you from your last visit and even more from our phone conversation. If you just want a massage and a bikini trim all you have to do is touch the kimono on my arm. I’ll put it on and leave. I’ll get another staff member to serve you.”

“I’ll do you one better Mandy,” as I let my kimono fall to the ground.

“Question answered!” Mandy says as she exhales.

I offer Mandy a bit of an explanation. “Tonight is a big party at my new neighbours. They are lesbians too. I have believed for a little bit now that I am one as well. I have no practical experience but everything short of that tells me so. I am planning on tonight being the night I find out for sure. You seem to have preempted those plans. I thought you were so hot and sexy the first time I met you. I didn’t know what to do then. Hell, I’m not sure I do even now but I want to find out. I want my sexy spa pixie to take advantage of her curious client.”

As Mandy moves into my arms, she says to me, “Then how about we rid you of that shag you have down south and give you a nice bald pussy. You know lesbians love to eat bald pussy, right?” She looks right into my eyes as she practically licks her eyebrows!

I quiver at the thought as she leads me to the chair. I’m lost in the seeming unreality of the situation as Mandy adjusts the chair and one at a time, puts my feet in the stirrups and spreads my legs apart.

She quickly sets to work by pouring steaming hot water into a stainless bowl. The bowl is placed on the cart and wheeled it over.

Mandy explains, “Two reasons for shaving today as opposed to waxing. One is time and two, a first time waxing will irritate more and could have an adverse effect on any of your proposed activities this evening. If you like being bare down there, we can wax you in a week at a ... shall we say ... more opportune time.”

During her explanation she finished preparing the rest of the needed supplies.

“Shall we start?” she says with a wink.

I nod in approval.

Mandy begins by trimming the thatch down to a manageable stubble on my mound and lips. She has me lift my legs up and hold them while she trims the little downy hairs between my thighs and ass cheeks.

I put my legs down and she did a quick recheck. A nod of her head told me was satisfied.

A cloth that’s been in the hot water is wrung out and laid over my pussy. I’ve seen old movies where the gentlemen had hot towels on their faces. I must have give a curious look, so Mandy volunteers, “It softens the skin and raises and softens the hair.”

As my pussy is being steamed, she mixes up some foamy soap in a bowl with a brush. “That should be good enough,” Mandy says as she removed the cloth.

“Do you trust me, Sam?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because you have a choice to make right now. I could use a nice ladies disposable razor and your pussy will show stubble starting tomorrow or I could use the tried and true straight razor. It will feel almost as smooth as waxing for three or four days?”

Mandy holds up the straight razor, “I’m really good at it!”

“Go big or go home,” Ron would say! Gritting my teeth, “straight razor,” I reply.

“Good girl!” Mandy exclaims.

She starts working lather into the stubble on my mons. Then Mandy pulls out a strop from the side of the cart and very professionally strops the razor, tests it then pulling the skin on my mound taught, zzzziipp! ... wipe, zzzziipp! ... wipe. Four swipes and my moms was clean! A dip of the blade in the water, another stropping then... “Time for those lovely lips. Do not move.” With delicate fingers she stretches one pussy lip out. Three careful swipes later, one done. Mandy repositions, stretches out the other side and then it’s done too! I can’t believe how easily that went. There was no razor drag at all!

She makes short work of the inside of my thighs and perineum. It is hard to explain but even though I’m already naked, the shaving makes me feel even more so. And so sexy too. Mandy’s being so gentle to the point of being loving.

Mandy is about to do the final bit. She has me lift my legs like I did before, to have access to my butt crack. “Do not to let go under any circumstances.” she warns me.

Then it’s done.

She retrieves a hot cloth and wipesmy butt area and then has me put my legs down again. She pulls a new hot cloth out of the bowl, wipes my whole pussy then spreads the cloth over me again.

After a few minutes Mandy takes the cloth off and examines my pussy all over. She grabs up the razor and flick flick. “There are always one or two. You’re good now.” She finishes by washing all the shave cream remnants off my skin.

Then she’s back between my legs examining my pussy.

She audibly inhales and then, “You have THE most beautiful pussy! And you smell like peach syrup ... mmmmm!”

Mandy then leans in closer and gives my freshly shaved pussy a gentle kiss.

“Gawd that feels good!” The contact sends a current to my nips and they are zinging!

Mandy pulls back a bit. “I should get some cream on you to stop any razor irritation.”

“NO!! I mean no, please keep doing what you were doing. It feel so so nice.” I give Mandy my best pouty face.

Mandy just drops the tube of moisturizer back on to the cart, just like the mike drop, as she looks up at me.

There’s that deep lustful look again! She leans back in and I can feel her hot breath on my pussy.

“Sluurp!”

With the flat of her tongue, she very slowly licks me from bottom to top, over my clit and across my newly shaved mound. Wow! What a sensation! My whole pussy has all these nerve endings that I never knew were there!

Why is it so different than when a man does this?! Is it the decadence, the taboo?! Or...?

When her tongue moves up onto my mons, it’s like there was a string attached to my little clitty pulling my pussy up into the air trying to reestablish contact with her tongue.

I can feel my moisture ooze out of me like Mandy is turning on a tap. This time her tongue was a pointy cup, that she is drawing up my slippery slit, to collect my nectar. Her lips attach themselves to my flooding opening and I hear slurping and feel her draw out my offering.

These sensations are quickly becoming overwhelming! I’ve, by this time, a vice grip with thumbs and index fingers on my own nipples. This only adds to the speed of which I reach orgasm.

“Cuming!!” I barely grunt out through gritted teeth.

Mandy just fastens her lips more securely to my lower ones. I feel like I have a big pulsing cramp in my abdomen that keeps rolling my pussy up into my little pixies mouth. The feeling changes a bit as my head starts swimming and I feel like I’m stoned and floating in my own personal nervana.

Time passes.

After spending what seems like hours, I come back around to find my soaking little lover softly licking my inner thighs and pussy.

Gawd, what a beautiful sight!

“Welcome back! I don’t think you passed right out but you were not here! You were moaning and rolling in a beautiful orgasm dance. You’re ok now, I hope?!”

Still a bit groggy, I reply, “yes I’m more than ok, sweetheart. I don’t know where I was but it was the most beautiful, sensual place I’d ever ... um ... felt?”

“I could tell you were having fun! And Sam, you squirt like a fire hose by the way, hehehe!”

“Sorry! That’s a new thing.”

“Please don’t be sorry! I loved it! I came when you started spraying into my mouth. I couldn’t cum and swallow at the same time so I got a hot sexy girl cum shower. We should get cleaned up though. Shower?”

I nod and try to stand.

Mandy helps me out of the chair and with stiff, shaky legs, make my way to the shower. The disappointment is that the staff shower and the client shower are separate. We’ve already been very naughty and didn’t want to push things.

I towel off, put on a fresh kimono and go back to the room. Mandy’s already there.

“Sam I’m so sorry but I have another client in 15 minutes. Gawd I wish I didn’t but ... So we will have to rebook the massage for another time.”

“Please don’t fret my love, you did give me a massage and it was the best fucking massage in the whole world!”

I smile and wink. Mandy returns the smile and blushes. Next thing, we’ve come together in a sensual embrace, devouring each other!

Mandy shakes herself free and says, “Well ok then! Let’s get you going. Hop up here and I’ll quickly put that moisturizer on now!”

We both laugh!

Moisturizer applied, I head to the locker room as she leaves to prep for her next appointment.

I put my street clothes on again and make my way to the front and pay. I, of course, leave an extra nice tip.

Gawd! I wish I could see more of her.

As I turn to leave...

“Mrs. Robertson!”

Mandy comes trotting around the counter.

“May I speak with you for a sec ... outside?”

“Why of course my dear!” I say, in as non lusty a voice as I can muster.

We go out and around the corner.

“Oh Sam, my insides are all twisted and fluttery, I just have to stay in contact with you. Can we swap numbers?”

She blushes.

“I feel kinda childish asking. I do it all the time with my girlfriends but you are so out of my league, so sophisticated I just...”

I chuckle as I cut her off with a hand gesture. “Mandy my sweet little pixie, thank you for the compliment and I’d love to exchange numbers with you. I would also like to get to know you better and maybe get together socially, if you know what I mean?” I say, with a big smile on my face. “Perhaps you do house calls?”

Mandy has this goofy grin on her face and is bouncing the whole time we’re exchanging info.

So precious!

“Oh crap! My appointment!!” She gives me a cheesy wave as she turns and scurries off.

Then she’s gone.

Shopping.

It’s time to go for some lunch and shopping. I head to the old downtown core. The mall would be the place to get something “passable” for tonight but I don’t want just passable. It is definitely going to be a special night. I want something that would scream FUCK ME! The boutiques and alternative shops in old town are where I need to be. I also know that I’m a new me and need to be comfortable and dress like the new me.

I look for and find a place to park on the street. I attempt to get out of the car.

Ouch!!

I hadn’t realized how wet I am and it its different with no hair down there. My very wet thong had no hair to slide on so it just stuck and bunched up, cutting into my slit as I turned in my seat.

I carefully bring myself back in to the Miata. No panties it is then. I lift my ass and reach under my skirt, yank around a bit and down they come. I look at the sodden mess that was a thong and shrug. I toss them in behind the seat and get a wipe out of the glove box and surreptitiously clean myself up a bit. I open the door again, turn and get out, with no pain this time!

As I’m adjusting everything, I look up and, to my embarrassment, there in the window of the shop I parked in front of, is a sexy little thing in yoga pants and a sports bra staring at me. We were both red faced. Me because I got caught, at minimum flashing, and her because she has her hand on her crotch sporting a nice wet spot!

She waves nervously as I turn and scoot hurriedly down the street.

How utterly singular!

Has my realization of my lesbian self made me a magnet for other lesbians or have I always been this way and never noticed?

Who cares! I am more sure than ever that I am a lesbian and I actually really don’t care who knows. I love this new me!! I have nobody to hide from.

Well, almost nobody. What will my starchy, staunchly religious parents think of who their precious daughter has become?!

Ok Sam, this now and that is definitely a problem for later!

Right then, I’m determined to own this. I will seek out and interact with all who were interested in me. No more shy housewife me. I’ll be confident, learn and grow. I have a supportive husband who encourages me to explore and loves me unconditionally.

Good pep talk Sam.

I feel so alive!

As I walk down the street I come up short as a beautiful little cafe boutique catches my eye.

The Gilded Lily

The window has the name done in old fashion script with these strange lilies woven through the writing.

The Gilded Lily!

Oh really? How beautiful!

I look in the widow and there are three white bistro table and chair sets each adorned with a pale pink tablecloth and a vase with some cut lilies. It looks lovely!

I feel very drawn to this place, somehow.

I find myself at the old fashioned door and as I go to open it, I’m drawn to the sandblasted design in the glass. At first glance just a beautiful lily, then slowly, it morph’s before my eyes. Outer then inner labia flowing down to a point at the bottom, flowing into a stem. At the top, the petals curl into a pretty little nub of a clitoris protruding from its hood. The dew drops on the lily are now, unmistakably, womanly moisture! That image itself induces some of my own.

The bell tinkles above the door as I enter. Three people turn toward me and smilingly appraise my appearance. The couple, two young college age girls, turn to leave. The one covers in tattoos and piercings calls out, “later mom!” as her and her girlfriend head to the door, arms around each other’s waist. They pass me, smiling as we all make appraising eye contact.

“May I help you?” I’m brought back to the reason I’m there.

“I’m Anne, the owner. Are you here for a bite or a browse of the boutique?” the owner asks in a strangely musical tone.

Anne looks to be my age or slightly older, silver hair in a long ponytail with soft pink ribbons braided in. From what I can tell, she has a voluptuous figure with large natural saggy boobs and a plump ass and wide hips. I say, from what I can tell, because body is covered by a multi coloured floor length peasant dress. She also has round silver wire framed granny glasses on, framing her grey-blue eyes. Her warm smiling face also has notes of encouragement or inquisitiveness behind it. I like this woman immediately!

“I’m actually here for both! My name is Sam.”

“Wonderful wonderful, do sit anywhere that you can find a seat in this crowd!” she said with that same musical sound.

The store is empty except for us.

I take a seat that affords me a view of both the street and the shop. She arrives a menu straight away. “Mimosa?”

“Oh that would be lovely!” I can feel myself grinning broadly.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before? Is it your first visit?” she inquires.

“Yes it is.”

“How delightful! I’m so glad you popped in!” Anne proceeds to tell me about her offerings. “Our special today is a wonderful Rubin sandwich on homemade dark rye with choice of Caesar or garden salad. For dipping I’ve created my own catsup made from fresh tomato, vinegar and spices.”

I know she is finished her recitation by the expectant look on her face.

“Well ... um ... Anne, I don’t need the menu, I’ll just go with that. It sounds delicious. Garden salad please.”

“Thank you dear, I’ll be right back with your Mimosa.”

She was indeed, right back with my drink. “Feel free to roam for the next few minutes while I get your order ready.” She winks and then turns away toward the kitchen.

She must do it all!

I have a few sips of my delightful drink and then take her up on the offer to look around. I find her clothing on offer to be eclectic. I really enjoy the mix of styles. I notice that the store is a lot deeper than I first thought. I’ll definitely be taking some time to explore it all. It seems like I’ve just started looking at things when, “Sam, your lunch is ready!” comes from the bistro area so I quickly get back to my table.

Anne is there with my lunch set for me to eat. It smells fantastic! And I let Anne know as much.

“Just let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at the counter or in the clothing section. Just yell out my name!”

I say my thank you’s and she goes to the counter. She is right back with another Mimosa. “Wouldn’t want your to be running low,” she says, accompanied by a big grin then back to the counter she goes.

I tuck into my superb lunch.

I’m nearing the end of my meal when Anne comes out with two Mimosas in her hands. She see’s me looking at them and says, “don’t worry, one is for me. May I?” indicating the other chair.

I nod, as my mouth is full of the last bite.

“I thought I’d join you so we can chat about you and what you are looking for. Would that be ok?” Anne enquires.

I finish dabbing the corners of my mouth. “That is a great idea!”

She looks at me as if trying to form what she was going to say. Then she starts. “I was in your position five years ago,” she lets out, matter-of-factly.

I guppy fish, not knowing how to respond.

“Let me paint a picture for you, Sam. You find yourself getting older, the spark or maybe even any interest is gone in your intimate life. You still love each other but one and/or both of your needs have changed. You start noticing the shape, the softness, the scent of another woman. You are curious. Maybe girl/girl chat groups or porn. Maybe even a brief encounter with a friend or an acquaintance. I just want to let you know that it is alright. Everything will be fantastic. I’m here to tell you that five years from now you will look back and be thankful that you are doing this and sad that it didn’t happen sooner.”

I sit stunned for a second or two and just absorb what Anne has said. How does she know me so well? So I ask.

“How did you know?”

“From personal experience for one thing. I was you five years ago, literally. The only difference is my husband had passed away and I knew I could never be with another man after him. I also know some things about you already and when you came in, I put some things together. I have seen you before...”

“But you said...”

“Not exactly. I said when you came in that I had not seen you in here before. I used to work in a women’s clothing store in the mall for many years. I have a good memory for faces. It helps in this line of work. You and your husband always looked so happy and your kids did as well. But then, today, you walk into my very special store. You seemed drawn in ... you didn’t walk in with purpose like an old customer. I saw you lurch to a halt, turn and peer in the window and then I saw you caught by the magic of my door. You saw what it truly is. You came in.”

I know I’m staring. Anne is kinda freaking me out with how accurate she is.

She continues, “You still have your wedding ring on. Are you still happy together?”

I find myself answering in more detail than I think necessary but it just comes out anyway.

“Yes, madly, deeply, more than ever! He is such a good man. We have re-evaluated our needs as a couple. We will never part but we each have made a new vow to see that we are each ultimately happy, whatever form that takes. Ron helped me discover that I may be a lesbian. I’m pretty sure I am. Tonight is a party at my new neighbours and her wife’s house. It is highly likely I will find out if I’m lesbian for sure at that party. That is why I’m here. You are dead right in everything. And I was drawn here like a magnet.” I suck in air as I finish.

“Oh my sweet Sam, I will help you with everything you need for tonight. But dear one, have no doubt. You are lesbian. Welcome to the club!”

The Cheshire Cat grin on Anne is priceless!

With that, she gets up, comes over to me, tilts my head up and gives me a very sensuous kiss.

“Now come with me and we’ll find you some new outfits and some frillies. Oh, wait a second.” She darts to the door, locks it and turns off the Open sign and then she is back.

I get up from my seat, still kind of in a daze as to how she nailed everything about me. Anne takes my hand and leads me in through and past the first layers of the clothing.

She looks back at me. “Don’t worry my dear, the front portion of clothing racks are for the boutique shoppers. The ones that don’t care what store they’re in as long as there’s designer deals. The women in our sisterhood know that the clothing for us is in the back half,” she says with a musical giggle.

She guides me deeper into a wonderland of clothing options. On one wall are racks of clothing for the butch crowd. Jeans, wife beaters, jean and leather jackets, boots and all the accessories that go with. In another area are all kinds of sports clothes. Then there is an area for elegant day and evening wear. There’s also a costume area. You know what I mean? Maid and school girl outfits all the way to BDSM outfits for both slave and Mistress. Last but not least, a counter that has what any lesbian might need for toys and accessories for the bedroom.