Then dinner. Maybe more later. We’ll see.”After dinner, Lisa offered to massage me with the heating pad again. She again led me to the bedroom and... had me strip down to my underwear. She then directed me to lie on my stomach, draped the warm heating pad over my, and sat on the bed beside me, rubbing my back over the heating pad as she had done the night before.As relaxation set in, she stopped and asked, “Hey ... can you turn over for a minute?”I did ... and was greeted by the sight of Lisa. ’ she sighed. Her birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks and I decided that I wanted to arrange for this fantasy to happen. I was going to be one of the men now I needed to find another man to help. I placed an ad on a web site for help giving a lady an erotic massage. I made it clear that there would be no guarantee of anything more than getting to massage a very sexy lady. It would be completely up to her and when she said enough, it would be time to leave. I started getting responses. He spoke quietly and nervously as he pointed at the sitting room door. “Sally’s in there.” He said. Jim patted him on the shoulder and walked away. Sally didn’t move as the door opened. She just stood there expectantly waiting for Tom to approach but the steps that she heard were not Tom’s. Suddenly the excitement turned to apprehension and as hand alighted on her shoulder, the excitement turned to fear. “I understand you have been a very naughty girl Sally.” The voice said. It was a soft and. "You're wet..." I whispered. She nodded kinda nervously. "It feels nice," I said. "To me too," she answered, a little jump in her voice at the end as I dipped a tiny bit inside her to bring out more of the slippery fluid.Just minutes earlier, laying next to her in her bed, all the school drama and her stupid boyfriend being a dick led us to this conversation about whether it would just be better to be with a girl. We'd both thought about it but never shared it with anyone. I was stroking her.