The Masseuse's Assistant

The Masseuse’s Assistant

It had been a long and trying year for Sally Spooner. Though as she looked back now, and despite what the calendar said,it was beginning to feel like it had to have been longer than just a year based on how she felt. Had it just been 12 months ago that she had been cruising along in her career and personal life? As she lay face-down on the massage table now and Wilma, her massage therapist, was finishing up her weekly treatment, she knew that was true. Her recovery had begun but Sally knew it was going to be a slow climb back. She sighed at the touch of Wilma’s fingers as they moved deep into the knotted and achy muscles of her back and neck and reviewed where she had been and tried to visualize herself getting back on track just as her therapist had recommended.

Following a few years in the Midwest after her college graduation, in a job that had seemed good at the outset but soon became apparent to her as a dead-end in the long-run, Sally began to send out feelers for a better opportunity. There were plenty of possibilities with someone of her skill-set and abilities but she was also looking for a geographic location that was more appealing than had been Illinois. She laughed to herself figuring that should be simple…no offense to the locals here, she thought, but it sure is not for me. After a few months of searching, Sally came upon an opportunity that seemed too good to be true. There had been an employment posting in one of the professional journals she subscribed to for someone with exactly her background and experience and it was set in the small town of Heceta Beach. OR a little over an hour west of Eugene, right on the coast.

Though she had never lived along the ocean, Sally had always been drawn to the water on vacations and she thought it was just what she needed. She sent off her application right away and after a phone interview and then a brief live one, Sally found she was packing up her stuff and heading west. Her little apartment overlooked the magnificent views of the water and the gentle, relaxing tide each night helped her fall off to sleep with ease, replacing the noisy and annoying sounds of the city she had endured back In Illinois that often plagued her with insomnia. And the job itself was incredible. She had taken a slight pay cut initially when she came on board, but after a few months, they were so pleased with her performance and approach to the work that that situation was a short-lived negative.

The work itself was challenging and professionally stimulating and she was allowed a lot of freedom to try her own ideas on new projects she was tasked with. As well, her personal life was flying high. The small town was a perfect fit for Sally and she soon made a nice circle of close friends that she got together with regularly for lunches or coffee or just to hang out with at the beach. From that group came an intimate relationship she had not seen coming either. Heceta Beach, though small enough to not be able to avoid that situation where everyone around seemed to know your business, never caused waves for her when she and Carrie Thurmont became a couple.

Their friends were young enough and open-minded enough to not care and after time even the few locals in town that often had given them looks of disapproval as they walked hand-in-hand along the quaint lanes of the Main Street seemed oblivious eventually. Sally had been a slow convert to a sexual relationship with another woman, but once she began to listen to her heart and go with her intuition, she saw she had been fighting her true proclivity for years. With her long, curly brown hair and a slim, sexy body that accentuated her firm and perky breasts, Sally had certainly never had a hard time finding admirers. As she grew up she had a few boyfriends beginning in high school and then as she was in college. But it was not until she was an undergraduate that she finally succumbed to requests for sex.

It had just never felt like the right time before, but when she was with her long-time boyfriend, David, it seemed appropriate and it was with him she had a true sexual awakening and regretted that she had put this off so long. David was much more experienced than her but he was kind and gentle and patient when they slept together. It felt awkward and even embarrassing to her initially, but soon Sally was the one initiating all manner of positions and locations for them. Her very first orgasms caught her by surprise but when it did hit, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Sally was soon experiencing multiple orgasms on a regular basis and found herself wanting David in her as much as four or five times a night when they had sex. And as odd as it sounded to her, she was shocked when he announced one day that their relationship was just not comfortable for him anymore. She pressed him for details but he was closed-mouthed about it just saying they wanted different things. Sally was crest-fallen and moped for a while, missing both his arms around her and his muscular body next to her, not to mention how it felt to have him inside her. The absence of his presence eventually passed but her longing for sex with him did not. And though she was not proud of herself at the time, Sally began to take home one boy after another to satisfy her. It had been easy. All she had to do was show some cleavage or put on one of her ultra-short skirts or a tight T-shirt and pretty soon she was back at her place with someone new.

But none of them appealed to her especially as graduation approached, and Sally put it all behind her as she headed off to Illinois to take her first job. Turing, IL had been a bit of an adjustment for her when she arrived as she had never lived in a city this large before. It was loud and dirty and congested, none of which Sally much cared for. But shortly after her arrival there she met Stan, this guy that seemed to as much of a regular at a nearby coffee shop as she was, and they soon clicked, and being with him was making Turing much more palpable for her. The sex with Stan was magnificent as he introduced her to some things she and David and the others back at college had never tried…though at this point Sally was sure she had given everything a whirl.

But as time went by, Sally could sense Stan’s demeanor change toward her, and one day they just called it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but after he was gone it really made Sally wonder what it was with her and these guys. The sex was highly arousing and stimulating for her but in time it just seemed to get monotonous and routine. Even multiple couplings at a time and all the new techniques and locations were failing to be interesting in the long-run. Sally eventually just settle with self-gratification as she saw no point in repeating her old pattern from college of hooking up with a parade of anonymous men for one-nighters. After all, it had been a failed experiment back then and had left her feeling more empty than fulfilled.

It was then by mere chance that Sally began to wonder if maybe it had been her choice of partners. Not the specific guy, but guys in general. Certainly, she had a more casual and comfortable rapport with women in both her professional and personal life and maybe this was a message. When she could one day no longer ignore this nagging curiosity Sally made a move with a woman she knew peripherally from work that she knew was a lesbian. It felt safe enough and that it would be no big deal big it all went south. To her relief and excitement, Sally was thrilled when Marjorie expressed an interest.

They just talked and discussed the whole thing on their first dates, as Marjorie still had reservations since Sally was new to this. But in time she gave in and she and Sally embarked on a close and torrid relationship together. Again it was a slight learning curve for Sally, but soon with her high sex drive and knowing what it was she liked in bed it was soon as if she had been with just women all her life. Granted the sex was a huge component for them both, but Sally soon found it was much more for her. She had finally stumbled onto the emotional and almost spiritual connection she had been missing with all those men. It was hard to put into words, but she just felt it.

Marjorie had just as much of a high sex drive as Sally and for some reason, it never got commonplace or boring or drab for Sally as it eventually had with the men. Her life was wonderful with Marjorie, but not so much in her professional life. Her position at the firm had morphed slightly from what she had anticipated when beginning and it was clear she had gone as far as she could. When her stress over it began to spill into her relationship with Marjorie, they sat down to talk.

“I just cannot go on at work anymore, Marj…”

“What do you mean?”

“My position…it’s changing and I’ve got nowhere to go…to advance, I mean.”

“So look around. There’s lots of other opportunities here in Turing.”

“That’s the other thing, honey. I know you grew up here and all, and please do not take this the wrong way…but Turing is just not a good fit for me on a personal level.”

“That include me?”

“No, Marj…no, no no…it’s the city itself. I am just not a city person, Never have been. I just need a change of surroundings too I think.”

“I see…”

“I found this great place out on the coast of Oregon. Small, quiet, right on the ocean.”

“And a job?”

Sally nodded. She took Marjorie’s hands in hers.

“Come with me, Marj…it will be wonderful!”

Marjorie slipped her hands away and a look of sadness came over her.

“I know you mean well, Sally, but I just can’t. My family is here. I grew up here.”

“You never thought of anything different?”

“Not really. I’m happy here. Sorry.”

Sally felt her heartache as she put her palm to Marjorie’s face.

“So…is this the end of the line for us then?”

Marjorie sighed as her eyes welled up.

“I guess so…” she croaked as tears began to fall.

Sally hugged her tight and Marjorie did the same as both women cried silently.

“I’m sorry, Marj…I mean I owe you so much. You were the one who finally made me aware of my true sexuality and all. You want to stay for the night…one last time?”

Marjorie just shook her head.

“No…I think maybe a clean break is for the best.”

Sally walked her to the door and kissed her one last time and began to cry in earnest as she watched Marjorie get in her car and drive off.

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As she and Carrie lounged in bed late that Saturday morning, Sally thought back to what she had been through to get here. She had never spoken to Marjorie again, though she did still get a Christmas card as well as a birthday card every year. She sighed in pleasure just then as she felt Carrie touch her breast and begin to fondle one of her nipples while easing a dildo inside her as well. Sally was soon highly stimulated and aroused and moaned loudly as Carrie brought her to yet another shattering orgasm. As good as Marjorie had been in bed, it was nothing compared to Carrie. Sally recovered quickly and lowered her face to Carrie’s crotch as she spread her thighs to return the favor. Carrie adored oral sex and could never seem to get enough. Ally was happy to oblige. For whatever reasons, she had found the taste of her lover just as stimulating to her as the orgasms Carrie attained when she went down on her.

As they lay together afterward the skies clouded over and a gentle, steady rain began to fall.

“Any plans for today?” Sally asked as she ran her fingers playfully through Carrie’s pubic hair.

“Not really. And now the weather has gone to shit.”

“Well…it is Oregon after all.”

Carrie laughed kissed Sally’s ear.

“Well…with the rain and all, how would you feel about just staying in bed all day?” she whispered seductively.

“Sounds good to me.”

Sally and Carrie kissed deep and long until they were both highly aroused again and Sally reached over to open the drawer that held all their devices. Carrie lay back as Sally selected one and gasped in delight as she began. The day went on and the rain continued though it never got heavy. Thunder rumbled slightly off in the distance but was not violent either. It was a nice background they thought as they continued to bring each other to orgasm over and over, neither ever seeming to be getting fatigued or wanting a break. Even as the sun faded away in the late afternoon and they had moved to the deck that overlooked the ocean to continue they both seemed content to keep the marathon going.

Sally had initially been concerned about going out on the deck as even though she was surely no prude, she was not exactly an exhibitionist either. But Carrie assured her that the weather and the growing dark would be a sufficient cover.

“Plus it’s off-season for tourists…” she added as she led Sally to the sliding glass doors.

All of that had been true and it was the perfect ending to the perfect day for them both. In the days that followed Sally could not imagine how her life could get any better. Work continued to be everything she had hoped for and she and Carrie were closer than ever. Sally could now just get wet at the mere sight of her. But as often happens in life, dark clouds are often forming just out of sight as well. And this was the nightmare that was awaiting Sally. It all began when Carrie came home one day looking pale and tired and complaining of this severe pain that just would not go away. After many doctors and many tests, it was discovered that Carrie had end-stage uterine cancer and in just 3 months she was dead.

Sally was devastated. This was not what happened to young, healthy people she told herself as she mourned Carrie’s death and cried herself to sleep each night. Her friends did their best to support her, but this was something Sally knew she would just need time to recover from. And indeed that did begin to happen. But just as Sally felt she had turned a corner from that tragedy, she was summoned to her boss’s office one morning to tell her they had been bought out by a competitor and that her position had been deemed redundant. God, Sally hated that expression…what soulless, lifeless fucking expression.

She wandered in a haze from the office and went home, her severance check in hand to try and figure out how and maybe why her lie had gone from fantastic to utter shit in less than a year. Was she being punished for her past behavior? Or was this a cosmic adjustment of some sort? Sally did not really believe in all that nonsense but at the moment she was open to any explanation that would work. The money she had been sent off with in addition to some investing she and Carrie had done over time would be enough to float her for maybe a year or so but then what?

She loved Heceta Beach and her place here but the employment opportunities were not exactly plentiful. Her old firm here she found out later had taken the buyout to avoid going under due to the economic crisis that had hit nationwide. And there was not, it seemed, a business anywhere around town that was not feeling the pinch if not a similar dissolution potential. She supposed she could always go back east to regroup, but the thought of leaving this paradise made her ill. Sally found herself in the midst of a significant depression for the first time in her life. Friends called but she always put them off. Her appetite decreased and for the first time since arriving in Heceta Beach, her insomnia was back.

Her predicament hung on and on until Sally finally threw in the towel and went to a therapist to try and deal head-on with this mess and maybe get some resolution to move on. Her sessions were indeed helpful and within a few weeks, she was feeling better and was sure this was the beginning of her recovery. As part of her therapy, Sally’s doctor had recommended some sessions with this great massage practitioner she knew. She agreed and had begun seeing Wilma Albright weekly. To her surprise and relief, the treatments did actually seem to be lifting her spirits and tamping down her stress and anxiety.

Also, Sally reluctantly pulled out her sexual aid devices as her mood lifted to try and help. Since Carrie’s death, she had not been able to even consider sex and this self-imposed celibacy had been unprecedented for Sally. But as she eased herself back into a regular routine at night with her vibrator and dildos and anal beads, Sally began to feel even more and more like herself again. She still found herself needing to think of Carrie when she fantasized as she masturbated, which sometimes made her cry at the end, but it was all she could do. There was no way she was ready to take a new woman into her bed yet.

The sun was out and warm on her shoulders as Sally walked over to Wilma Brighton’s office the next morning for her weekly appointment. She greeted Denise, Wilma’s assistant, who kept the books, made the appointments, and made sure all the treatment rooms were clean and orderly. Sally like Denise. She was efficient, professional, and seemed to be the perfect fit for Wilma in her practice. However, for the first time, Sally really notice Denise as a woman and wondered how she had ever missed how incredibly sexy she was. That smile against her wide smile and her curvy, alluring body was giving Sally a shiver. Was she finally breaking out of her shell at last? Perhaps…but it felt really inappropriate considering…yet there was something, she was sure in the way Denise was looking at her too. Maybe just her imagination…Sally went back and disrobed while Wilma gave her some space and prepared.

“How are you doing today, Sally?” she asked when she came back and began to warm some oil between her hands.

“Not bad. Much better since seeing you actually.”

“Good. That’s why I am here. Any places to focus on today?”

“Maybe my neck and upper back, but another the overall treatment like you’ve been doing is fine.”

Wilma nodded and went to work. Sally woke up suddenly as Wilma touched on the shoulder and shook her lightly.

“All done, Sleeping Beauty,” she said with a chuckle. “We’re done but take your time getting settled and dressed. I’m taking off but Denise will be here if you need anything and to close up after you leave.”

“Sorry I nodded off, Wilma…it’s embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. Let me know just how relaxed you got. Take your time. See you next week.”

Sally closed her eyes again as Wilma closed the door behind her. She did not move for a few more minutes until it dawned on her that maybe Denise was waiting on her so she could close up and go home as well. Sally peeled off the towel that had been over her back and stood and stretched. Wilma was definitely a miracle worker, mused. She tossed the towel into the bin where all the used linens and towels went and moved to the rack where she hung her clothes while Wilma did her thing.

There was a tri-fold privacy screen just in front of the rack and Sally went back there to dress when she remembered she had forgotten her watch on the table by the massage table. Dressed in only her thong panties, she began to go retrieve it when the door came open suddenly and she was face-to-face with a startled Denise. They both just stood but said nothing for a beat until Denise broke the silence.

“Oh, geez, Sally, I am so sorry, I thought you were in the other treatment room.”

She began to back out as her face reddened but Sally spoke up to stop her.

“It’s OK, Denise….come on in. Just the two of us here anyway, it’s no big deal. Just getting dressed and then I will be on my way.”

“You sure? I mean I can come back.”

“Nonsense. Come on in.”

Denise nodded and felt hot as her neck and face went scarlet. Sally could see her embarrassment and felt bad for her knowing what that felt like. But she also got a longer look at Denise as a woman as she scurried about and picked up towels and straightened up. It was a sudden impulse that Sally had no idea the origin of but she just went with it as she went to Denise and touched her on the arm.

“You OK, Denise? It really is no worry.”

“Yeah…it’s just…I don’t know…”

Sally went to her and hugged her to make sure she knew they were fine. And as she did she held Denise a bit longer than might have been necessary and she felt the massage assistant relax and pull her tighter as well. Sally could feel that old tingle in her loins that she had not known since Carrie as her nipples began to stiffen. Likewise, she could feel Denise’s do the same her breasts pressed into Sally’s bare skin through her shirt. They pulled back and looked at each other before Sally kissed her. There was no hesitation in Denise as she kissed her back.

“You say it’s just us here right?” Sally asked.

Denise nodded and smiled. Sally lifted Denise’s shirt over her head and eased her onto her back on the treatment table and removed her shorts as she bent and thrust her tongue into Denise’s very wet vagina. Denise moaned and arched as Sally worked coming quickly. Sally then got on top of her and began to suck and kiss at her hard, erect nipples before Denise could relax and it brought on a whole new wave of groans and moans and cries of pleasure from her.

Denise wrapped her long, athletic legs tight around Sally’s waist and clung to her tightly before crying out with even more fervor and passion as Sally felt the orgasmic tremor in Denise’s body shake them as one. Sally kissed her softly and they let their tongues interplay with one another as Denise’s breathing calmed.

“That was amazing, Sally…”

“Seemed like it,” she replied as she giggled.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I’ve had this little crush on you ever since you began seeing Wilma for treatment.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…But…uh…well, Heceta Beach’s a small place as you know. So I knew about Carrie and all. I felt bad for you two seemed to have such a great relationship.”

“That we did.”

“Well…it just seemed inappropriate to approach you after her passing…plus with my job here, you know…kind of unprofessional?”

“Sure…and I appreciate your sensitivity in regards to Carrie. I am just now beginning to get back on my feet over that plus I guess you heard about the purging over at my old firm, Anderson and Billings?”

“Yeah… Heceta Beach has been hit hard with this financial crisis.”

“But I guess I am finally ready to move on now. You interested?”

“What do you think?”

They both laughed and kissed again as Sally fondled one of Denise’s breasts gently.

“I am not quite sure what my professional situation may be in the next bit, though, Denise. Just to let you know.”

“Sure…no problem. I am sure we can deal with that at the time.”

“Want to close up here and come over?”

“I’d love it. I need about 10 minutes or so to wrap up things here for Wilma.”

“Perfect. I’ll head out and see you in ten.”

“Need me to pick up anything?”

“Maybe some beer if you’d like, but as far as us and…well….more…I think you will find my place fully equipped.”

Denise chuckled. And then gasped slightly as Sally leaned over and playfully nibbled at Denise’s nipple with her teeth and it immediately began to rise. They got up and dressed and Sally went to the door hand-in-hand with Denise. She kissed her deeply one last time before turning and putting her hand on Denise’s face.

“I am so glad this happened, Denise. I had no idea how you were feeling all this time, but it looks like it is going to work out for the best in the end. You’re a real lifesaver…”

Denise smiled as a tear welled in her eye. She waved as Sally walked away and went back to finish cleaning up and closing out the appointment book and balance the books for the day. Sally strolled along the walkway that gave her a good view of the ocean and she smiled broadly as the sun was making its way down. The resounding rush of the water as it hit the beach in a gentle surf…the sun on her face…and a new beginning. It all blended together as Sally realized this was the first time in months that she had smiled…really smiled…and had felt this good. It was a trite and hackneyed saying, she thought, but it came to her anyway…it is always darkest before the dawn…her clouds had finally lifted and she was filled with excitement and anticipation over embarking on this new adventure with Denise.