1. Luck Is A Lady


    Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: SoHuggable, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    I didn’t see it coming. I had no idea. I was completely taken in. And it ended so unexpectedly. But I must start at the beginning. The memories are vivid. Kate was a professional student. At 28 years old, she had a degree in gender studies, a Master’s degree in Social Work, was a certified medical technician, and now, for her latest act, had become a licensed massage therapist. Tall, buxom, extroverted, social and communicative, she was intelligent and mature. She lived in her parent’s large house on a leafy, quiet suburban street. She had considerable family money and possessed the self-confidence and poise that money brings. She was accustomed to instructing landscapers and housecleaners and home-improvement contractors and having them comply. She could pursue her dreams and whims without the need to earn a living. She had connections. She was a woman of some authority and leisure. Although I lived down the block and across the street, my life was somewhat different. I was still a student. I worked in a supermarket and paid some of my own expenses. I tended to be shy in social settings, was pensive, reserved, and reticent. Having just reached the age of consent, I was still unsure of a career path. We had no servants; we mowed our own lawn and my father performed some of his own home repairs and improvements. My mother and I cleaned our house. I had known Kate, a “big kid” from the block, but our age difference had prevented us from becoming friends. She had gone away ...
    to school for some years and now that she had returned home our ages seemed not to matter. We had recently become unlikely friends; the mature, confident socialite and the shy, nerdy ingénue. I enjoyed being with her and was inspired by her commanding presence, her social skills, her ability to get what she wanted, and her ease at talking to men. She saw them as equals or lesser and had no awkwardness at all with them. I looked up to her. I wanted to be like her. We were chatting at the coffee shop one afternoon. “How is your back, Laura?” Kate asked over her latte. I had complained to her of my stiff neck and sore upper back. “It’s still tight. The pain starts in my neck and runs down through my left shoulder blade to the small of my back. Probably caused by the way I sleep or from sitting too much,” I replied, twisting to point to the pain to show her where it was. “Or working too much. How do you sleep? On your stomach?” “No, usually on my side or back.” “Your back is best. It keeps your body aligned. Maybe you have the wrong pillow. Does it give you enough support?” “I recently replaced it with a medium to firm. It seems okay. I wonder if a chiropractor could help.” She contemplated her latte for a moment, preoccupied in a thought. “Maybe. But before you do that, come to my studio tonight after dinner and I’ll see if I can massage out that tightness.” “Alright. What should I bring?” “Nothing, I have everything I’ll need. But eat a light dinner. I’ll give you the full ...
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