Pam climbed the stairs to her third-floor apartment languidly, praying that her
new roommate, Jenny, had taken the hint at breakfast and gone out for the
evening. She had spent the past week putting in extremely long hours at work,
straining every creative bone in her body to come up with an ad campaign for an
extremely difficult client. To her relief, the presentation this afternoon had
gone well and she had sealed a very important and lucrative deal. Instead of
celebrating with her staff, though, all she wanted right now was a cup of tea, a
hot bath, and about twenty-four hours of sleep.

As she struggled to separate her keys from a snag in the lining of her coat
pocket - this little aggravation was just about the last straw - the door opened
for her. Somehow she managed to hide her disappointment as she murmured
"Thanks", and stumbled into the apartment. Jenny followed her into the living
room, silently taking her briefcase and helping her out of her coat. As Jenny
hung her coat in the closet, Pam noticed that the little dining room table was
set for two, there were logs in the fireplace, and classical music (Brahms, she
guessed) was playing softly on the stereo. Oh hell, had Jenny made a date for
dinner on this of all nights?

"I thought you could use some pampering this evening," Jenny said right behind
her. Pam turned and found her roommate holding out a cup of fragrant tea. "Why
don't you go take a hot bath? Dinner won't be ready for about forty-five
minutes. We'll eat, then you can relax for a while by the fire before you go to
bed."

Tears of exhaustion and gratitude filled Pam's eyes as she nodded. Sipping her
tea, she went into her bedroom to remove her jewelry and grab her nightshirt. It
was so sweet of Jenny to do this for her. She knew from experience that if she
had nothing to say over dinner, Jenny would let the silence be comfortable. She
really was a relaxing person to be around.

In the bathroom, she discovered several candles lit, and warm water already
running, with the Jacuzzi jets set on low. The steam from the tub smelled
faintly of lavender and rosemary. Quickly stripping off her suit, she switched
off the overhead light and sank down into the fragrant bath, closing her eyes as
the pulsing water massaged her aching shoulders. Again she gave silent thanks
for Jenny.

She hadn't really wanted a roommate, but her psychiatrist had convinced her that
she needed to have someone in her life that she could learn to trust. A victim
of date rape in her late teens, Pam had coped with the trauma by concentrating
all her energy on her schoolwork and later, her career. In her twenties she had
dated a handful of men, but the scars from her past had caused intimacy issues
that convinced her she was frigid. In the ensuing years she had steadily
withdrawn from society, until at thirty-six even she realized she had a problem.
And so, even though her luxurious little apartment was well within her means,
she had found herself a roommate.

Jenny was twenty-two; a tall, beautiful blonde with the kind of figure that men
drooled over. In their initial interview, she told Pam she was too busy with her
business classes and modeling jobs to have much time for dating. They had
similar tastes in music and books and TV shows, and they both had hectic
schedules. She appeared to be quite accepting of Pam's quiet lifestyle, and in
fact in the last few months had proved to be almost as reclusive as Pam. For
want of any competition, Pam now considered Jenny her best friend.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, followed by Jenny's voice. "Time to wake
up in there. Dinner is almost ready."

Lazily, Pam dried off and slipped on a fresh pair of panties and the long
T-shirt she lounged around in. Jenny was just ladling soup into the bowls, and
motioned for Pam to take a seat at the table. They washed down a light meal of
soup, bread and salad with extremely mellow Burgundy. The wine was a bit
stronger than Pam was accustomed to, but the gentle buzz it gave her was quite
pleasant and she suspected it would help her sleep.

When the meal was over, Jenny insisted on clearing the table alone. "Go finish
your wine, and I'll bring the other bottle when I've loaded the dishwasher." Pam
gave in with only a show of protesting, and settled into the armchair closest to
the fireplace, rubbing at her temples in an attempt to ease a week's worth of
stress. Finally the clink of china ceased in the kitchen, and the muted hum of
the dishwasher began. A few minutes later Jenny joined her, now wearing her
bathrobe and carrying a brush and another bottle of wine.

"Thought I might as well be comfy too," she explained. Without waiting for
comment, she continued. "You wouldn't have those headaches if you would wear
your hair in a looser style. Scoot over onto the hassock, pour another glass of
wine, and let me brush out that knot."

Because it was easier than arguing, Pam obeyed. Gently Jenny unpinned the severe
chignon she wore to work, and began brushing the long tresses with slow,
relaxing strokes. The soft bristles massaged her scalp, tugging gently as the
brush ran through her hair, down over her shoulders to the middle of her back.
Pam bowed her head slightly, and paid no attention when Jenny's fingers
occasionally grazed her neck as she worked. Long after all the tangles were
gone, Jenny continued the soothing motion. With the wine and the fire warming
her, Pam felt herself slipping into a relaxed languor she hadn't known in years.

The brushstrokes stopped finally. Jenny wrapped her hair loosely on top of her
head and secured it with a clip, then rested her hands on Pam's shoulders. "How
about a little neck rub?" she asked softly. "I took a class in Oriental massage
a few months ago, and I haven't had a chance to use my skills since."

Pam nodded silently, and leaned forward a little further. Jenny's hands circled
her throat, and her thumbs began to make small, gentle circles on the nape of
her neck. After several minutes, she began making slow kneading motions across
the top of her shoulders, and then down toward her shoulder blades. It felt as
if she was now brushing Pam's skin, pulling out the mental tangles as she had
with her hair. Unconsciously, Pam gave a soft sigh of appreciation. As Jenny
smoothed her hands over her back, shoulders and arms, she suddenly realized that
this was the first time she had allowed another person to touch her so
intimately in over ten years. Immediately she tensed up again.

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked, dropping her hands in surprise. "Doesn't it
feel good?"

This isn't some man about to attack you, Pam reminded herself. This is your
friend, and she is trying to help you. Besides, for a while you were enjoying
it. "I'm sorry," she replied, turning slightly on the hassock. "I'm exhausted,
but I can't seem to relax. It's nothing you did."

Jenny gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then seemed to make a
decision. She stood up and held out her hand. "Come on. It will work better if
you are lying down; and if you are already in bed, when you fall asleep I can
just leave you alone."

Pam hesitated, and then allowed herself to be helped up. Jenny kept hold of her
hand while she downed the last of the wine in her glass, and then led her to her
bedroom. After a glance around the room, she told Pam to lie down on her stomach
and wait. Minutes later she returned with a handful of fat candles, which she
lit and set on the nightstands to either side of the bed. Almost immediately a
relaxing herbal scent filled the air. Pam breathed deeply as Jenny untied her
robe and let it drop, revealing her slender body clad only in a camisole and
panties. Pam caught herself admiring the other girl, and quickly turned her head
away in confusion. Must be the wine, she thought.

Jenny climbed up on the bed, and settled herself astride Pam's hips without
putting any weight on her. She leaned forward until her lips were close to Pam's
ear. "Just relax. Empty your mind of all thoughts. Concentrate on where my hands
are, give yourself up to the sensations, and don't fight your body's reaction.
Remember, I know what I'm doing." Her breath was warm against Pam's cheek as she
uttered these cryptic words. Pam nodded slightly, not sure if she was missing
some deeper meaning or not.

For fifteen minutes Jenny's hands worked at her tense muscles: up and down her
spine, across her shoulder blades, around the sides of her ribcage. First she
pressed hard, kneading her thumbs into the tightest spots and using her warm
palms to manipulate the skin in small circles. Next she used her fingers to beat
a rapid tattoo over the entire surface until Pam's skin tingled from the
stimulation. Lastly she slipped her hands under Pam's T-shirt and stroked her
skin with a feather-light touch.

When Jenny moved herself to one side, Pam sighed gratefully and tried to roll
over, but a hand on her shoulder held her down. "We aren't even halfway done
yet, dear," Jenny whispered softly. "There are many muscles that need relief
besides those in your back."

She moved down to the end of the bed and lifted one of Pam's feet into her lap.
Carefully she smoothed her thumb over the arch, making sure her roommate was not
ticklish. Then she went to work giving Pam the foot massage of a lifetime.

But Jenny didn't stop there. After both feet had been rendered limp and relaxed,
she began working the calves of Pam's legs. She continued to massage her way
upward, using pressure alternated with soothing caresses on the backs of her
thighs, the sides of her hips, and on the soft twin globes of her ass. By the
time she reached the small of the back, Pam was breathing slowly and sighing
almost continuously.

Pam thought nothing of agreeing to slip off her panties and t-shirt; there was
no argument left in the half-drunk, deeply relaxed woman. She did wonder briefly
what Jenny was going to do with the bottle she picked up from the floor, but she
was enjoying her buzz too much to speak. A trickle of warmth spread down her
spine, and then Jenny's hands were working the heated oil into her skin. Again
the soothing aroma arose, the same scent as the candles. Pam drifted into
semi-consciousness as Jenny repeated the entire massage. This time, however, she
seemed to pay an inordinate amount of attention to the upper thighs and butt,
before sliding her hands up Pam's sides to her armpits, brushing the sides of
her breasts in the process.

Finally satisfied, Jenny got up and helped Pam roll over and handed her another
glass of wine, which she swallowed quickly. Lying back, Pam's eyes closed and an
expression of contentment spread across her face. Jenny moved to the end of the
bed again, and proceeded to spread the oil along her calves, knees and thighs.
Stealthily she separated Pam's thighs with her hands, stroking a little higher
each time, until her legs seemed to fall apart of their own volition and Jenny
could see her closely trimmed pussy. She continued to caress Pam's legs, almost
but not quite brushing that sensitive area, until she saw the beginnings of
wetness begin to appear between her outer lips. Quickly she looked up to Pam's
face, but her eyes were still shut. As lightly as a feather, she ran her fingers
briefly along the indentation in Pam's pussy, and felt the shiver that ran
through her body.

Pam's eyelids fluttered, but Jenny was already rubbing oil into her one of her
arms, so she spared herself the exertion of protesting. Besides, that gentle
touch had made her dimly aware of growing warmth deep inside her, something she
hadn't felt in years. Despite her exhaustion, she wanted to concentrate on that
feeling.

Jenny had finished massaging Pam's arms and shoulders. Suspecting that Pam was
not quite ready yet, she smoothed her oiled hands down her sides, just catching
the fullness of her breasts, and then concentrated on her lower abdomen. Again
she flirted with the edges of the neat triangle of hair there, but did not
actually touch it. A little more oil, and slowly her hands worked their way up
Pam's torso. Very carefully, she slid her hands up the valley between Pam's
breasts and up to her collarbone, then across each shoulder. With small circular
motions her fingers edged closer and closer to the twin globes of creamy flesh.
As she lightly brushed the upper swell of one breast, Jenny felt the other
girl's hips instinctively push upward. Yes, now was the time.

With another handful of warm oil, she cupped Pam's breasts from the sides and
slowly stroked upward. Avoiding the nipples, she rubbed oil up, down and around,
then outward toward her shoulders and belly. Watching carefully, she waited for
the first puckering of arousal before allowing her fingers to just flick over
the hardened buds. Pam moaned softly, but Jenny was already caressing her
abdomen. Over and over she teased: the barest whisper of a touch on the nipples,
followed by gentle kneading of her lower torso.

The erotic scents and the wine released Pam from her inhibitions, and she
stretched sensuously under Jenny's hands. It all felt so good, so relaxing; and
now new sensations were blossoming in her breasts and between her thighs. She
felt the bed shift slightly as Jenny got up, then again when the other girl
stretched out beside her. Her brain tried to warn her that this was wrong, but
all thought ceased when she felt Jenny's warm lips covering her own. The kiss
was soft and undemanding as Jenny's hand stroked her cheek and neck.

Then Jenny began to brush her lips back and forth over Pam's, as her hand slid
lower to again cup Pam's breast. As her tongue peeked out to delicately trace
the closed lips, her thumb made slow circles around one sensitive nipple. When
Pam only sighed without opening her mouth, Jenny began planting small kisses
along her jaw to her ear, then down to the hollow of her neck; meanwhile her
hand shifted unobtrusively from one breast to the other, stimulating both
nipples to full sensitivity. For several minutes she continued this gentle
persuasion, until she heard another moan issue from Pam's mouth. Slowly kissing
her way back to the other woman's lips, and increasing the intensity of her
caresses on her breasts, Jenny was able to easily slip her foot between Pam's.
Carefully she began nudging Pam's legs apart, distracting her by again kissing
her mouth. When Pam still would not open for her tongue, she caught one nipple
between her thumb and forefinger and pinched gently.

Hot sensation shot through Pam, and she groaned aloud. Immediately Jenny
deepened the kiss, first licking the inside of Pam's lips and then thrusting her
tongue deep into Pam's mouth. As their tongues began to duel, something snapped
in Pam's mind. She gave herself fully to the kiss and twisted closer to Jenny.
When she raised her hand to hold Jenny's head to hers, she suddenly realized
that they were both naked. Instead of frightening her, the knowledge only made
her crave more touching, more kissing. She lifted one foot and wrapped herself
around Jenny's leg. Her other hand came across to stroke Jenny's arm. When Jenny
again squeezed her nipple, she responded by opening her mouth even wider and
forcing her own tongue into Jenny's mouth. Jenny pulled her into a close
embrace, and for several minutes they simply kissed and stroked each other's
skin.

Finally Jenny raised herself up on one elbow, and watched Pam's face as she ran
her hands lovingly over Pam's body. After a moment, Pam opened her eyes. Sudden
awareness clouded her face in confusion.

"I . . . I didn't know . . . " she began.

"I didn't give you any clues. Do you want to stop?" Jenny asked.

Pam started to shake her head no, then bit her lip. "I don't know what to do,"
she admitted.

"Don't worry, just relax and let me take care of you. When I'm done, you'll
sleep like a baby. Tomorrow is time enough for other things."

Pam relaxed visibly on learning that nothing was expected of her. She closed her
eyes and nodded, and Jenny took that as permission for more kisses. This time
Pam's lips parted eagerly under hers, and as their tongues danced together Pam
lay still while Jenny tenderly caressed every bit of skin she could reach. Soon
her hand returned to squeeze and stroke Pam's breasts, and this time she felt
Pam arching beneath her, as her breathing grew rapid.

Shifting on the bed, she cupped both mounds in her hands and gently rolled the
taut nipples between her fingers. After raising her head to gazing lovingly at
them for several seconds, she shifted until her face was directly above Pam's
heaving chest. Then she put a finger in her mouth, wet it thoroughly, and used
it to trace circles around one sensitive peak. Then her lips replaced the
finger, and her hand stroked sensuously over the satiny skin of the other girl's
stomach. Gently she suckled at one nipple and then the other while her fingers
fluttered over the soft patch of hair that guarded the treasure. Raising her
knee slightly, she separated Pam's thighs and cupped her hand over the moist
heat emanating from her pussy. As her hand pressed and retreated, Pam moaned and
opened her legs further.

Judging the time was now right, Jenny pulled hard on the nipple in her mouth,
causing Pam to moan and arch her back. Instantly Jenny's fingers parted her
lower lips and probed the wetness there. With one finger she circled the jutting
clit without touching it directly. Then she switched her hungry mouth to the
other nipple and used two fingers to probe gently at the entrance to Pam's
pussy. Ever so carefully she pressed one finger in up to the first knuckle, and
then withdrew. She repeated the motion, a carefully reassurance that there would
be no painful invasion, only pleasure. Eventually a second finger joined the
first in its shallow probing, before retreating to spread the growing moisture
over her entire slit.

Pam had abandoned all thoughts of worry, fear, and wrongness. She had never
experienced such hot, exciting sensations in her life. Something was building
inside her, something that seemed to promise more pleasure than she could
imagine. Her arms stretched above her head, her hands clutching convulsively at
the pillows. Soft sounds issued from her lips as each tug on her nipples sent
shocks of sensation through her body and down to the throbbing flesh of her
pussy. Her feet pressed into the mattress as she offered herself to Jenny's
hand, to the insistent but unthreatening pressure of the slim fingers.
Instinctively she caught the rhythm of Jenny's movements and lifted her hips,
taking more and more pleasure in being stroked. She could feel herself striving
for some completion that she could not identify.

Lost in sensation, she didn't realize that Jenny had moved until she felt her
feet being pushed up and apart, and her legs opening further apart. She opened
her eyes and looked down just in time to see Jenny's mouth closing in on her.
More wetness, more heat, and then a barely perceptible tugging on her clit. One
hand massaging her breast, tugging at the nipple, sending shock waves throughout
her body. Two fingers buried deep inside her, no longer thrusting but twisting
and turning to enhance the sensation of being filled. Unbearable excitement as a
hot tongue curled around her clit, flicked at it, and then soothed it with slow
strokes. Pam cried out hoarsely, threw her head back, and gave in to ecstasy.

Jenny had already located the textured patch that identified Pam's G-spot, and
she now concentrated her fingers on that area. Adding a third finger, sliding
them in and out rapidly and pressing upward against the pelvic bone, she
fastened her lips around Pam's clit and sucked. Pam's thigh tensed beneath her,
and with a muffled shriek she began to climax. Jenny continued to finger fuck
her, and when she felt the muscle under her cheek begin to relax, she pinched
the nipple in her other hand and sent Pam soaring again. Hungrily she lapped at
the free-flowing nectar before returning again at the erect bit of flesh. The
room filled with moans of ecstasy and wet sucking sounds. Unable to wait any
longer, Jenny ground her own pelvis against the corner of the bed and started
her own orgasm, the intensity of which caused her to pull even more strongly
against Pam's clit. This time Pam screamed aloud as she tensed and writhed, with
Jenny's own sobs of pleasure escaping against her pussy.

When Jenny came back to herself, Pam was limp beneath her. Wiping her face, she
moved forward to take her new lover in her arms and join her in dreamland.