A few months go by before I'm approached again.  This time, it's in the cafeteria, while I'm reviewing my notes for AP Psychology.  The sound of a female voice pulls me from my work.

"Do you do girls?"

"What?"

"You know," she whispers.  "Do you do girls?"

"Umm," I shouldn't lie to her.  "I've never had a female client."

"Consider me your first one, then.  I'll bring my own strap - dildo and douche.  I believe there's a list of ordinances in place."

"Uhh, yeah."  I reach into my bag and pull out the packet, handing it to her.

She takes it swiftly and folds it in half.  "I'll look it over tonight.  My name's Ambergail by the way."

"Callie."

She smirks slyly, "Trust me, I know."   and leaves

Three days later, she knocks on my door and I invite her inside.

"You're dressed nice," Ambergail remarks, referring to my black slip-dress.

"I figure I'd think about what girls like."

"This is more like a turn-on."

That's what I was going for.  Lord knows this dress has worked wonders on someone else.

She bites her bottom lip and does a complete body scan of me.  "You lowered the price."  She says after a minute of silence.

"What?"

"Normally you charge $25 an hour."

"It's only a $5 difference."

"You're also letting me sleep in your bed for 3 hours free of charge."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

I shrug.   "I've never done girls before.  You're kinda gonna have to guide me."

"Okay," she comes close enough to me that our heads are almost touching.  We're the same height.  "So I should start?"

"No, I can.  Just tell me what to do."

Ambergail leans into my ear and whispers, then leans out and gives me an almost timid expression, as if she wasn't trying to hide her rhapsody just minutes ago.   I guess she's worried I won't do it right.  To be honest, I am too.  I unbutton her jeans and methodically pull them down to her ankles, kneeling and immediately noticing a small, visibly wet spot in the middle of her swollen cotton panties.  I take a small gulp of air as I put my head between her legs, dragging my tongue from the back, slowly to the front.

She lets out an audible gasp as I finish and stand back up.  She gives a nod, almost an approving one, then her eyes move to my 'area' which is covered by the dress.  "I'm not wearing any underwear," I say.

Her eyes flutter rapidly, briefly taken aback before recomposing herself.  "That makes it better."

"For me or you?"

She smirks.  "Both."  Her knees fall below me and she spreads my legs a bit, lifting my slip-dress. My legs shake as her slick tongue tickles my vaginal line.   Instinctively, I grab her hair for support.  "Mmm."  she comes back up, licking her curled up lips.  "You taste good, Callie."

During the actual sex in my bedroom, I notice that a dildo is a lot smoother than an actual dick. It's still good, don't get me wrong, but there's less friction.  I guess that's okay.  This isn't as strange as I thought it'd be.  I'm kind of into it, but the euphoria is short-lived when she climbs down and rolls over to lie on the other side.

"Woah," Ambergail breathes as she takes the strap off.  "That was amazing.  All for $40 too."

"I won't be so lenient next time," I say in between breaths.

"I know.  But still... "

I pick up my black slip and put it on.  On the bright side, there'll barely be anything to clean up.

"You can probably tell, I'm not a virgin.  I was 15 and had my first girlfriend. The sex was alright but the first time is always the best with another girl.  Any other girl."

I smooth it out and adjust the straps on my shoulders.  "Hmm."

I watch her sleep too.