First Time Escort by S.E. Law

6

Lucy

I’m lying in my dorm bed with the light of the morning sun gently enveloping me, its rays tinting my white comforter in a hazy shade of pink. Its early, but I’m wide awake.

I snuck in during the early hours this morning. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am for PM cold and flu medicine, and the abundance of it Rose must have downed last night. She didn’t even stir as I stumbled around the room at five a.m. trying to get out of my heels and cocktail dress and into an oversized t-shirt.

I’m tired, but too excited to sleep. I’m still riding the shock wave from what happened last night. Oh my god, did I really make love for the first time? And with Shane Reed, my dad’s best friend of all people?

But it was wonderful, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the slight ache there. He was so masterful, commanding, and possessive, and I can’t believe the words and cries that I let out. I swear, I remember begging him to pound me, and to make me his. My cheeks flush. How will I look him in the eye again?

Now, I’m not even sure that I want to tell Rose about what happened. Of course, she’s going to ask because he was supposed to be her client. But something about what happened last night was very precious, and I want to keep the memory to myself for a little while.

Besides, what if I tell her and Shane books another night out, requesting Rose again? Or would he request me? How would that even happen, seeing that I’m not working for the agency? I don’t think he would, but we didn’t exactly talk about what happens from here. It would crush me if I found out he got together with Rose, or any other girl from the booking agency, for that matter.

I try to keep myself from projecting too far ahead because what use is it to worry about what will happen in the future anyways? Even if this was a once in a lifetime thing and I never see Shane again, it was still an amazing night. And I would do it all over again, given the chance.

Rose doesn’t show any signs of life until almost nine a.m. I still haven’t slept a wink by the time she finally swings her legs over the side of her bed to start the day before opening her mouth in a huge yawn.

“Good morning,” I say in a hushed tone across the room to her. She lazily rubs her eyes.

“What are you doing up so early, Luce? Didn’t you have a hot date last night?” she jokes.

Rose tries to stand up but topples over, landing right back where she started. Clearly, the cold medicine hasn’t completely worn off yet.

I ignore the indirect inquiry about last night for the time being.

“How are you feeling?” I ask judiciously. She opens her mouth in another massive yawn again.

“Much better actually, mostly just groggy and tired. My head doesn’t feel like a balloon any more though, so that’s progress.”

“Good,” I reply lightly as I begin to climb out of my own bed. I’ve been anxious to get the day started for hours now. “Coffee run?” I suggest.

“Yes please,” Rose responds adamantly, perking up a bit. “That sounds good.”

My friend is one of those girls who runs on pure caffeine, sick or healthy. She’s practically a zombie in the morning until she gets about halfway through her first cup, and is one of the few people I know that can drink a dark roast before bed and still fall asleep at a reasonable time.

Rose pulls on a hoodie, slips on a pair of sandals, and is ready to go. Seeing my smirk at her pajama-based outfit, she shakes her head wildly at me as if to say, ‘So what?’ and I suppose she’s right.

“The PJ pants make my butt look good,” she jokes, and they do. “Coffee! Come on,” she pleads with me to hurry up.

“Okay, okay!” I throw on some leggings under my oversized t-shirt and hit the campus looking equally disheveled. You gotta love college towns because you can get away with looking like a hobo before noon. Especially on a weekend.

We walk in silence to the quad. It’s a perfect morning. Winter has finally broken, giving way to the first wave of spring. There’s still a crisp bite in the air, and yet the smell of rain is on the horizon. In just a few weeks’ time, the campus will transform into a field of green, with trees, wildflowers, and even vines showing their glory.

But right now, it’s still pretty gray and silent. I bite my lip, casting a sideways glance at Rose as we walk. My secret is killing me. However, I know it is best to wait until she has had her caffeine fix to throw out my big news.

Rose stares off into the distance as we wait in line at the coffee stand in the quad. The attendant is quite friendly and takes the time to chat up every customer when they finally reach the front of the line. Rose sniffs with annoyance. She bounces impatiently on her heels only breaking the action periodically with a large sulk as she heaves a dramatic sigh. Then she stares daggers at the friendly barista while tapping a toe.

I typically don’t mind the wait, but today the line seems to drag on for an unusually long length of time. I fold my arms over my chest, trying to fight off my own impatience. Well, at least my friend looks better today. The color has returned to her face and her eyes don’t look quite so heavy. Her poor little nose is still rather red and a hair puffy, but that’s to be expected. It’s still a great improvement from less than twenty-four hours.

“A good night’s rest really worked wonders for you, huh? You look so much better than you did last night,” I comment.

“Oh my god, yes. Thank you so much for taking over for me because I seriously needed to take a night off. Between school and work I have been running myself dry, and I truly can’t thank you enough.”

I know she really means it by the way her eyes light up as she talks.

“No problem. It wasn’t that bad,” I say tentatively.

Suddenly, my friend’s head cocks towards one side and she gets that notorious ah-hah look again, the one that I should know by now means danger. Her eyes gleam a bit as she eyes me.

“By the way, the agency said that the client paid an astronomical amount for his time with you last night. What happened? Did everything go alright?” she inquires lightly.

“Yeah, no. Everything went fine.” I want to share my news, but suddenly, I’m really nervous to do so.

She gives me a gentle shove.

“Lucy! Don’t give me that crap. Come on, tell me about it. What went down last night?” I can see curiosity eating at her, and I know I will never get away with hiding something this big from Rose, anyways. She always has a way with me.

“Well, I knew the client,” I confess, trying not to blush too heavily. Her face drops in bafflement at this admission.

“Really?” Rose asks. “Who is he?”

Just as I’m about to share Reed’s true identity, we reach the front of the line. Rose immediately turns away and belts out her order. Frankly, I’m surprised Rose doesn’t reach into the cart and pour our coffees herself.

But don’t underestimate my friend. We barely make it two steps away from the cart with our steaming fresh-brewed coffees before she’s tugging on my arm and demanding that I finish the story. She’s literally beginning to make a scene, so I gesture to a picnic table a ways across the quad and make her wait until we are seated with coffee lids off to give her the dirt from last night.

“Christ, Lucy! I can’t take it any longer. Who is Reed?!” she says excitedly.

I can’t help but let a big cheesy smile take over my guilty face as I tell her.

“He’s my dad’s best friend,” I finally tell her. “His name is Shane Reed, and he and my dad know each other from college.”

Her face drops.

“Oh no. I am so sorry! That explains the ridiculously high pay, doesn’t it? He must have felt bad. Ugh, is he going to rat on you? I seriously can’t apologize enough. I am in debt to you for the rest of time.” She looks like she is about to break into tears, but I shake my head no.

“No, no, it wasn’t like that at all! I was an escort in every manner last night. It was definitely not a pity date,” I say quickly. “And since he paid so much, I’ll definitely give you a cut. I know you can use it.”

Rose freezes like a deer in headlights. Even without words or movement, I can see confusion rising in her eyes. Multiple times she raises her hands and shapes her mouth to speak, only to fall dumbstruck and speechless all over again. I know what it is she really wants to know.

“Yes. We had sex,” I come clean. Her mouth opens and closes a few more times before she can speak.

“Whaaaat?! No way!” she breathes. “Are you serious?”

I nod.

“Yes, we definitely made love. He had a hotel room, or rather a suite,” I say carefully. “We went up there afterwards and he made love to me.”

“Holy sheee-it!” Rose breathes. “Good for you, girl!”

“You don’t think it’s weird, the age gap and all?” I ask timidly.

Rose thinks for a moment.

“I mean, it’s different, I’ll give you that. But who cares? And he’s your dad’s friend, right?” I nod in agreement.

“Yes, but doesn’t that make things even more weird?”

My friend smirks.

“Your dad is a total hunk. I’d bang him if I had the chance,” she replies with a wicked look.

“Rose!” I squeal, shaking my head in an attempt to rattle the image of my best friend and my father out of my mind. “Oh my god, that’s so gross!”

She just shrugs insouciantly.

“No, just saying,” she replies. But then my friend grows serious. “You know, that isn’t usually part of the job. You definitely did not have to go upstairs with him. The dates are just booked for drinks,” she says.

“I know. I didn’t do it because I thought I had to,” I reply. “I wanted to do it,” I admit in a low voice.

She gawks at me.

“Are you okay?” she asks. “Was it good?”

I bite my lip, thinking before answering.

“Yes,” I finally say. “More than yes. It was amazing, Rose. Shane made me feel so wanted, and so precious and … well, it was just amazing.”

My buddy holds up her hand in a high five.

“Way to go, Luce! You lost your virginity to your dad’s best friend, and it was fantastic too. Most times, it’s pretty bad,” she says with a funny face. She shoots a teasing glance my way. “It’s always the quiet ones that surprise you.” I roll my eyes, but we laugh together at this.

“All jokes aside,” she begins again, her expression suddenly solemn. “Are you going to see him again?”

I ponder it for a few moments. Grabbing for my cup of coffee, I simply shrug my shoulders in response. A few seconds of silence go by before I finally work up an answer.

“I don’t know,” I attempt to say in a nonchalant voice. “We didn’t really talk about it. But I want to because I think I could really like him. He was so caring, and I’ve had a bit of a puppy crush on him since I was a kid.”

Rose immediately knows.

“This is a fantasy come true for you, isn’t it?” she asks with a giggle. I laugh at this.

“It kind of is,” I admit. “I just hope it isn’t over already.”

She nods at me in agreement, and we begin talking about everything under the sun. But even as the conversation turns to school and homework, I can’t help but silently wonder if my fantasy relationship with Shane Reed will progress further than last night’s sexcapade. Will he call? Will he ask to see me again? Or was I nothing but a fun-filled fling that’s already over?