On to the pedicure for Bernie

"Let's go on, I'm fine," Bernie told the esthetician.

Tamara nodded. "All right!"

The Lara-Croft-in-a-sports-bra who Bernie knew slightly from college shifted her working stool in front of Bernie's pedicure chair and lined up a fresh kit.

Lil looked over from the next chair, her feet elevated slightly on a towel-covered cushion for her pink glitter nail polish to dry. The pedicure for Bernie was Lil's treat, for Bernie being Lil's wingwoman for some light retail therapy to salve Lil's recent breakup.

"Enjoy," Lil said. Lil smiled at her brother's girlfriend, then tilted her head back and closed her eyes to doze.

With Bernie's pulse pounding and her nerves tingling from the energy drink, the next twenty minutes were delightful ****. Tamara washed Bernie's feet, smoothed down the calluses, and went to work on the nails. The esthetician's warm breath tickled her toes.

Delightful because Tamara really did have a good touch. **** because Bernie's heightened senses turned Tamara's pleasant attentions into something between a slow. relentless tickle attack and erotic sensation play. Bernie's face and ears felt warm. A trickle of sweat ran down her back. Her nipples swelled.

Bernie looked down at Tamara. Her cheeks and ears were definitely pink now. Though her hands were sure, moving in a steady rhythm, Tamara's hips shifted on her working stool, her breaths came fast and deep, and her nipples strained at the stretchy fabric of her top.

Between Bernie's lesbian experience and being her mother Joyce's assistant with her hands-on Women's Pleasure Circles, Bernie was sure that Tamara was in a high degree of sexual arousal.

As was Bernie herself. A drop of sweat rolled down her side. She shivered at the sensation like a teasing stroke from a fingertip.

Tamara looked up and met Bernie's eyes. The esthetician licked her lips in a circle, cleared her throat and spoke quietly.

"I need an orgasm."

Then Tamara asked...