It was too much to take. All the laughing and jokes, everyone trying too hard to make me feel good when all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. It had been Jess's idea to take me out to the pub and get me drunk. "You'll wake up in the morning and have forgotten all about him. Rotten bastard."

But every drink just made me think about him even more, the way he talked, the way he smelt and the way he touched me. And then the anger crept up on me again – how could he go off with someone else after two years with me? How could he do it? The wine just made me even angrier and before I knew it I was in one of the toilet cubicles crying my eyes out.

I didn't want to go back out with my face still all red so I sat there reading the graffiti on the cubicle door. Although most of it was illegible, there was some funny stuff there – the usual jokes, some pretty crude drawings, and some comments from previous occupants. I sat there giggling to myself for a while until my eye was drawn to something scrawled in spidery black ink at the very bottom of the door.

I don't know how it caught my attention, it was so well hidden – I had to bend over to read it properly. It said: "Feeling lonely? Call Lisa" and next to it a telephone number in tiny figures. I knew from a friend of mine that gay men sometimes pick each other up like this, but I didn't know women did it too. It was probably someone just having a joke.

My face was a bit blotchy when I went back to the pub again but my friends knew I wouldn't have wanted them to make a big deal out of it. I've never really been one to let a man walk over me but Steve leaving had really caught me off guard. I really thought he had been the one. Jess ordered another bottle of wine though and soon I'd forgotten all about him.

For some reason I couldn't forget the number on the door though. My curiosity was running wild I knew it was probably someone mucking around but… what if it was for real? What if there really was someone on the other end of the phone waiting for a call. Somehow it seemed so… so abandoned to leave a number like that, to leave everything up to chance. What got me thinking more than anything was that I'd never been with another woman before – I'd thought about it but the opportunity had never come up.

The bar was closing up and I told my friends I was going to get a taxi home and after the usual drunken farewells and me insisting I would be OK, they headed off to Jess' house for some more drinks. But before I left I nipped back to the Ladies and scrawled down the number.

I stood in the phone box round the corner feeling light headed from the wine and giddy from the anticipation of what I was about to do. My heart was racing; I kept telling myself how stupid I was doing this but how exciting it felt. I dialled the number and stood there frozen while the tones sounded in my ear.

"Hello?" A woman answered the phone sounding like she'd just been woken up.

"Oh… hi…" God this must be the stupidest thing I've ever done. I felt like hanging up. "Is that Lisa?"

"Yeah – who's speaking?"

"You don't know me – I got your number from er… someone at the Victoria pub."

"Oh… " she sounded surprised. "I don't normally see people in the evenings. Do you want to make an appointment for tomorrow?"

"I don't know. What it is you do exactly." God that sounded dumb.

"I'm a masseuse. I work at the alternative clinic in the High St normally but I do see people at home from time to time…" She paused for a moment. "I'll tell you what, I can't really sleep anyway why don't you come over now and I could give you half an hour if you're interested – the pub's only round the corner."

I must have been insane but I told her I'd like that very much and before I knew it I was standing in on her front door step waiting nervously.

Lisa answered the door in her dressing gown, a sheer silk number with a Japanese print on it. She was quite petite, with long shiny hair that fell across her shoulders, the pale, smooth skin of her chest and neck framed by the gown. She looked unsurprised to see me – even though it was nearly midnight! It felt so strange but at the same time I was quite looking forward to having a relaxing massage.

"Come in," she said. "I was just getting dressed again. Would you like to have a shower before we start?"

She led me into a stark, low-lit room with the massage table in the centre. To be honest I was a little disappointed when I saw the table and realised she had meant what she said. She ushered me into a small bathroom off to one side and I took a long, hot shower. It was nice to be free of the pub-smoke and it sobered me up a little too.

I came out wearing just a towel as she had instructed and found her sat reading a magazine wearing a clinical white coat, her silky, ivory legs crossed. She told me to hop on the table face down and pretty soon she started kneading her small hands into my back. It was heavenly. As she worked we talked and I couldn't help unburdening myself. I started to sob, but Lisa was quick to soothe me.

"Don't worry. Just relax and I'll take the stress away."

I noticed her strokes gradually became softer until she was gently touching me with just her fingertips starting at my back and slowly sweeping down to my bum.

"Do you mind if I take your towel off?" she asked.

"No, of course not" I said.

It felt wonderful being naked and feeling her hands on me. I could feel the heat growing between my legs. I was desperately hoping she wouldn't notice my arousal but it didn't stop me enjoying her caresses. She moved slowly down my legs and then all the way up again. I was aching for her to touch me more – then suddenly I felt her breath tingling on my ear, hot waves of pleasure coursing down my neck.

"Do you want me to go further?" My heart jumped and I felt a rush of wetness. "Yes" I whimpered, not even close to expressing just how much I wanted this, how much I needed it.

She kissed me gently on the ear – then I felt nothing for a minute or two. The expectation was agony. When she started kissing me lightly on the back I struggled to hold myself back – I wanted to feel more of this before I came. Lower she moved, her kisses getting firmer as she went, her hard nipples brushing me. She licked down my spine, leaving a trail of moisture until she reached my buttocks. I felt her hands softly squeeze each one before pulling them apart. I squirmed as her tongue suddenly probed my arsehole, then moved down tracing each lip delicately. "You smell wonderful, Fran" she said.

Then her tongue slipped between my lips. I wanted her so much, wanted to feel her more, so I pushed back aching to have her mouth on my clit but she was deliberately slow and every time I moved toward her she backed away slightly. "Please," I panted. Only then did I feel her tongue lapping sweetly at my clit, her nose nudging into my wet fanny as she licked. I couldn't help but come quickly, gloriously – but I knew I wanted more and first I wanted her. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

Slightly dizzy as I climbed off the table, I saw her at last in all her delicious nakedness. Her boobs were slightly larger than mine, full and firm with large brown nipples standing rigid in front of her. She was smiling slightly to reassure me, her arms open. I almost fell into her and she hugged me tightly, our breasts pressed tightly together sending electric shocks through my own nipples.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues wrapping around one another. She held my head between her hands, I could taste my juices on her lips. I kissed her neck inhaling her warm, fresh odour, the breath from her nose smelt like the sea.

She lowered me onto the rug and we knelt facing one another. I touched her breasts tentatively and she smiled again, letting me take my time, knowing I'd never done this before. I took each nipple in my mouth feeling its hardness with my tongue – she sighed and I pushed her back gently onto the rug, her legs opening gracefully as she moved exposing the gorgeous auburn bush above her engorged lips. I paused for a moment to look at her.

"I want to watch you masturbate," I said, shocked as I heard the words come out. But she smiled again and obliged by reaching down to her clit with one hand while the other caressed her nipples. I could see the wetness glistening on her fingers and on her damp pubes. I leaned forward to take in her smell and so I could see her work her clit more closely.

I reached back to touch myself, slowly at first, my fanny still tingling from my previous orgasm but as her movements quickened so did mine. With my other hand I reached for her, two fingers slipping easily into her moist hole as we reached the same rhythm. "More" she murmured huskily. I slid another finger in then pulled my hand out so I could get four in. She felt tight, and as she pushed her hips up to take my hand I felt desperate for that same fullness.

I could sense she was getting close; I wanted us to come together so I quickly rearranged myself on top of her, my mouth clamped onto her honey-flowing cunt as she pulled mine toward her lips. We both reached our climax together, the pleasure juddering through us, and then collapsed on the rug in a tired embrace.

We kissed gently, slipping into a half slumber while our hands roamed languidly over each other. Liz broke free suddenly and breathily asked me "Do you want more?" I laughed but nodded eagerly – this was the best night of my life I didn't want it to be over yet.

She told me to wait for a second while she went into the other room. Grinning to myself, I slipped into Lisa's gown. Even though it wasn't cold in her flat, I wanted to feel the luxurious glide of the silk over my skin. Lisa appeared in the doorway, still naked, a flat belly tapering into her wonderfully slim legs. I wanted her again right away, but instead she winked and beckoned me to follow her.

Taking my hand she led me down the dark corridor into a dimly lit room, minimally decorated with a futon in the centre of the room with the covers stripped back. "Lie down" she said. It was only then that I realised that there was another figure sat in the shadows in the corner. I must have looked anxious as Lisa quickly said, "My flatmate Jody wants to join in if that's OK?"

Why not? I thought, and sat and watched as Jody came over to me. She smelt amazing, a really subtle, floral perfume mixing with the deep, earthy smell of arousal in the room. She was taller than Lisa and she moved very languorously, sensually, her fine blond hair tucked behind her ears.

She fixed me with green eyes and told me to lie back. "You don't have to worry about anything," said Lisa, "Just enjoy yourself."

The two sat on either side of me and began tracing my skin with their fingers. I felt a wonderful surge of pain as fingernails was dug quickly into my arm; their touches continued but alternating with sharp little bites or quick, thrilling digs of their nails.

I felt four hands running over my body, taking hold of my nipples firmly, squeezing my buttocks, grazing the edge of my fanny, going everywhere until I was in a frenzy of caresses. More aggressive than my previous lovemaking with Lisa, I didn't think it could get any better until I felt my legs being pulled back and a hand groping between my legs, then two hands, all the while my breasts being worked by Lisa who now knelt over me, her beautiful fanny tantalisingly out of reach.

Jody poured some kind of oil over my cunt rubbing it across my clit down the lips and then onto my arsehole, mingling with my own juices now pouring between my legs. I clenched, feeling her finger at my entrance and gasped as she penetrated me slowly with one long finger, rubbing my clit with the other hand to alleviate the strangeness of it, moving it back and forth and sending shivers of ecstasy through me. I felt the pressure of an orgasm building slowly inside me, and then a smooth, hard vibrator between my legs. It paused, then slid inside me filling me up completely, the vibes tingling deep inside me.

The finger in my arse was joined by one more, and I felt like I would burst before the pleasure overcame me. I felt Lisa lean forward and then a tongue swirling over my clit licking it hard, my two holes filled to the brim and her hot fanny pressed onto my mouth. I couldn't hold it any longer and let out a long moan as I came, my orgasm heightened by Lisa's cries as she too came, her juices smeared over my chin.

We separated, then hugged and kissed one another. "That was fantastic," I said to them both as we drifted off to sleep, satisfied. "I hope you don't think I do that for all my customers," said Lisa.