The next morning we had scheduled something we did as a ritual when we vacationed, a spa day where we were massaged and pampered until we couldn't stand it anymore. We usually started in loose clothing but had brought along swimsuits for the saunas and heated pools and such. As we went into the private massage room, I pretended not to notice as Paula stripped and laid down on the table. Even as a straight girl, she preferred female therapists, which I teased her endlessly about.

I sighed as the masseuse began massaging my back and arms with scented oil, letting the scent and sensations wash over me like a...