The Invitation
An Erotic Story by Paige Turner


It has been one of those days.

Not an unmitigated disaster day, just one where the thought of a little pampering was all that got you through to the end. Then Kathy had called her at work and she was saying about how sore her shoulders were from all the hunching over the computer, putting the finishing touches on an article that was past due and had to be in today or else, she impulsively invited her to join her after work for a soak. 

Getting home from work, a fast yogurt snack, change into some sweat pants and a pullover and then down to meet Kathy at the tub. She was glad to see her, freed of her dead line and going manic.

They went into the changing room, chatting about her article and what this would do for her career. She liked Kathy and had known her for years. It was nice to have her up about this sale. She needed to have somebody with her that was having a good day. 

She put a towel around her and excused herself to use the bathroom, when Kathy said, "Wait a sec." She dug around in her leather bag and handed her a few pieces of paper. "I decided not to wait to give you this." She took the sheets of paper and glanced at then, but all she saw was 'To Be Read In Private.' She really needed to use the john and took them with her to read, thinking that it was probably some office joke Xerox. She sat down and thumbed through. The first pages were full of yellow highlighter marks. She started to read them and they snapped her attention. What the hell? She thumbed through them until she came to the page which seemed to explain it.

	You seem to be someone I feel might be open to this.

	I should tell you that it is from someone you know

	Before you read this,

	This contains some sexually orientated material

	And the potential for a really good fantasy

		So here's the deal.

	Find a time to sit down and read this in private.

	I hope that you will find it interesting.

	If you don't, you can throw it away

		So

	If you throw it away,

	You'll never know who sent it.

	You'll know that you have a secret admirer

	Who thinks that you might be open to something

		Mysterious and erotic.

	Now lets say you read this and find it interesting.

	But you feel that it is maybe not your sort of thing.

	So there are several ways

	For taking a pass on it.

	 To make matters more interesting for the both of us.

	There is a way that you can find out who it is

	And still say no.

	And keep me on tether hooks for revenge.

	If you're interested in this, got to the e-mail address

	At the back and leave a yes. Or a no

	Let's say you find this intriguing.

	You've said to yourself, 

		I could go for this.

			Good

	Now once you send that message, 

	What is going to happen?

	Your going to have an adventure.

	Sometime in the next one hundred days

	You will be talking to a friend

	And they will suggest taking a hot tub.

	Here's where it gets interesting.

	This is someone who knows you

	But are they the one who sent you this?

		So

	Your in the tub with your friend

	You get your back rubbed.

	It feels good.

	What the hell.

		Why not?


	Let's cut to the chase.

	You have to say yes to this.

	After all, the vibes might be wrong.

	Cold feet set in.

	Don't worry

	Enjoy the tub

		This fantasy has a fail safe.

	Nothing is going to happen until you 

	hand over this questionnaire. :)


Wow.

What the hell was she going to do? She hadn't sent it to Kathy!

Just from curiosity, she looked through the other sheets. And wished she hadn't. This was way too much for her to know about her friend's sex life. Now what?

She thought about it for a few minutes. How was she going to tell Kathy that she hadn't sent it to her? Just put her clothes on and walk out was one thought that jumped through her mind. After reading the questionnaire, she wanted to. It was going to be embarrassing as hell facing her. Whoops, sorry! 

Jesus. Kathy really went for some pretty wild stuff. The questions had been really explicit and there had been some stuff highlighted that was amazing. There was some things highlighted that she didn't even know what the hell they were. No, she'd heard the words, but what do you do with anal beads? Whoever the true author of the questionnaire was, they definitely had a marked lack of inhibitions. 

The strange thing about this whole deal was that she had had a secret crush on Kathy for years. She had found her oddly erotic, with her gamine face and athletic body. She'd never let her know it. Or so she'd thought. Maybe she'd let something slip.

Hell, she couldn't believe this. The farthest she'd gone with a woman before was to have some disturbing dreams about Kathy, dreams that had come up several times. Dreams that had spooked her for a while, before she had consciously fantasized about her while she was masturbating, bringing it up to the surface and working out how she'd felt about getting it on with another woman. Thoughts weren't actions though, and after a while she'd moved onto other fantasies. She'd settled into a good friendship with Kathy, a comfortable amount of craziness and humdrum. She liked her a lot.

Oh shit, she couldn't stay in here forever. What was she going to do?

She got up, flushed the toilet, and put her towel around her.

What the hell, she thought, maybe I should just make this my own fantasy. 

After all, whoever the true writer was, they would never know.

One hundred minutes. I can do that. For a pal.

Kathy had written that she preferred to use her own toys. Good. There were some things that she could figure out or fake. Having her body to play with. 

This could get pretty interesting.



Several hours later, she snuggled in to Kathy's side, the breast oily under her cheek, the nipple still stiff. There were a slackness to her body, a deep purr inside her. The hundred minute massage had gotten her hot, hot, hot. Doing Kathy had started out nervous, but once she'd opened up to letting it happen, it went incredibly well. And did she open up to it all.

There were candles and a futon spread out on the floor in the living room at Kathy's. The oriental non music on the stereo a quiet background. Oil. Toys. And after it was over, the one hundred minutes being timed on her watch. The annoying buzz announcing that it was over, but she hadn't stopped what she was doing. She had her hands full at the time. Both hands.

Kathy had gotten her orgasm and then another and then another and then....

Well. It was interesting how long that buzzer could buzz and and be ignored. But she was really working her friend, digging the power of making her come, giving her pleasures. 
She'd opened up. 

Wow.

Finally Kathy had begged for a respite and it was over. Kathy had lay there catching her breath, her heart rate slowed and the sweat was wiped off of her, like a horse being rubbed down after a hard run. To think that she'd been able to do that with just her hands and fingers and the toys. Yikes. What a feeling of power, like giving great head.

There were a things that she had felt kind of squeamish about ...at first. Then she had gotten into what she was doing and had felt liberated. 

Then the hug. And the kiss. And then, "Turnabouts fair play, isn't it?"

Wow.

Now she was just drifing off to sleep, cuddling next to Kathy and feeling marvelous. The last thing that she heard was Kathy saying, "I'm so happy that I mustered up my nerve to give you that." She'd mumbled, "Me, too."

Kathy lay there, basking in the afterglow. She thought to herself, just before sleep came, 'That invitation was the best piece of writing that I ever did.'



