Forever Attraction by S.K. Logsdon Page B

Vino’s.
    I don’t know if he’s avoiding me because of that strange stipulation we can’t have sex until tonight and it’s hard for him to keep his word? It seemed that way in the woods. He couldn’t stop touching me and holding me. All the while he had a giant boner. It’s strange though. Romance one second and the next I’m sitting in the living room most of the night chatting with Amy about work, friends, sex, loneliness, love and Brad growing up. Wow, that one was a doozy. Apparently Brad was an upstanding brother to his older sister. She had no problem telling me all about him playing Ken who as she explained it was a rather horny doll who tried to molest all the Barbie’s. I laughed so hard I cried when she told me.
    The best part about the night other than the company of course was that Amy finally confided in me about her sexuality. I just found out she’s gay. Which in all honesty was a shock to hear. I never thought of her that way. Not that it matters one way or the other. I’m just surprised I didn’t find out sooner. I don’t have any gay friends. Lots of bisexual ones. But not gay, not until Amy that is. According to Amy she’s the female in the lesbian part of a relationship. She would love to have a sexy woman who’s dominate and loving. Any woman would be lucky to have Amy. She’s amazing, beautiful, smart, articulate, caring, witty, sexy and one of my top favorite people on this earth. Brad being the first of course. Mama and Becka on the tip top of that list as well.
    We pull up outside a little spa about twenty minutes from Lolita’s. Amy’s been jamming to country the whole way. I’ve been lost to my thoughts so I don’t mind a little twang thumping in my ears. Amy woke me up this morning. Well it was almost noon. We were up until three this morning talking, drinking hot chocolate by the fire. Per her request I threw on my new white dress that I purchased the last time I was here. It’s long and has a brown belt that rides on the curves of my average hips. It’s not long-sleeved so I wore my jacket over it and a pair of my brown ankle boots. It’s total country hot. Amy’s in her normal clothes, a pair of jeans, button up shirt, her long brown naturally curly hair drifting down her back, landing just a few inches above her butt.
    In tow I follow her into the spa. It’s a quaint little place with only one other customer inside.
    “We’re here for the full workup.” Amy says talking to a bubbly bright eyed younger woman with honey blonde hair behind the counter.
    “Yes, Amy and Alexis. I have you both down here. Will you please come this way?”
    We follow this lovely young woman to the back. Inside a small room there are four lockers lining a wall. “Please remove your clothes and put on the robes.” She instructs and leaves us to change.
    “What are we getting done today, Amy?” I question her with a raised brow. I knew we were having a girls’ day, but I thought that meant nails and coffee. Not an actual spa day where I have to be naked under a robe.
    “Brad ordered us massages, mani’s, and pedi’s, our hair to be styled, and faces painted on professionally.” She giggles all excitedly, clapping her hands.
    What a dork.
    “Ok.” I smirk.
    He must have a date planned for me tonight. That has to be why he wants me to get all dolled up. That’s the only logical explanation. Maybe it’s to Vino’s? I know we ate take out from there last night but I love that place. I could eat it every day, all the time. It’s that good.
    I strip down, even removing my panties. I’m not ashamed of my body. Amy follows suit and does the same. I’ve never seen her nude until now but her body is beautiful. Who am I kidding, I’m an artist I find almost all bodies beautiful. It comes with the territory I guess.
    Outside the locker room we are met by two women in white coats, both of them have a hip holster with a bottle of lotion.
    “I’m Mary.” The older woman with graying