First Time Escort by S.E. Law

8

Lucy

It’s been a week since my night out with Shane, and I haven’t been able to get him off of my mind. You can’t blame me because he’s so different from guys my age. Guys my age are always trying to play games, and quite a lot of them still have teenage acne and sweaty palms. It’s doesn’t make for a pretty sight.

The last time I considered dating was sophomore year. I met Kurt at the library, which is pretty unbelievable. Not a bar, nor a frat party. You’d think that was sign number one he was going to be a good pick. Wrong.

The boy asked if he could share a study table with me. There were tons of open tables around us, but Kurt said he concentrates better with company. I knew it was bullshit but I thought it was cute, clever even, so I told him okay.

He sat writing in some old beat up notebook until I was done. When I got up to go home, he jumped out of his seat and asked to walk me home. I should have said no, but those big puppy-dog eyes got me. I even invited him up to my dorm and we sat up all night talking about everything and anything. He kissed me when he left in the morning. He said he was going call after my exam the next day to go out for lunch, but of course, he never called. Asshole.

I saw him a few weeks later on campus and made the mistake of waving at him. He apologized and said his phone broke, yadda yadda yadda. I gave him my number again, he said he would call me about a party he was having that weekend. But once again, he never called. What a lameass. I wasn’t even sad. I was just disgusted.

But Shane’s not like that. The alpha male called me up the day after our date to ask me out immediately. He didn’t even wait a full twenty-four hours. There is no silly game playing with him. He tells me exactly what he wants, which by the way, is super-hot in bed.

Plus, I love that Shane isn’t afraid to tell me how he feels. He even said that if he had it his way, he would see me sooner, but he didn’t want to keep me out late on a school night. I almost keeled over when he said that, because that means he intends to keep me out late. This man drives me crazy like no guy ever has, and it’s all going to pay off soon enough.

I’m hanging out in the lobby of my dorm building waiting for Shane to pick me up for our date. I’m standing around with a couple of guys from my floor talking about our classes. They’re really nice guys, but a little bit on the dorky side. I don’t mind though; they’re fun to hang out with and you never have to worry about them doing something douche-y. It’s like hanging out with a bunch of puppies - they’re easily excitable, a little bit silly, and totally harmless. We also confess that we are all equally terrified and elated that graduation is just around the corner.

I see Shane pull up in front of the large glass doors. He’s in a sleek, all black Range Rover. I smile bashfully, realizing I feel the same way about him as I do graduation - terrified and elated.

“That’s my ride, I’ll see you guys around!” I say cheerfully to the group.

“What? Who the hell are you going out with tonight Lucy?” one of the boys asks me, astonished. I know what he is insinuating, but I play dumb.

“What do you mean?” I ask, slowly starting to walk backwards away from them.

“A black Range Rover? That is no NYU student,” another one adds. I can’t help but giggle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got to go, bye!” I call with child-like glee as I turn and practically run out the doors and into Shane’s swanky car.

“Hey!” I say, slightly short of breath.

He looks at me with curiosity but simply smiles and shakes his head.

“How do you feel about taking a ride out to Queens tonight?” he asks me.

“I think that’s a great idea,” I say truthfully. Going to Queens is genius, actually. No one there will recognize either of us, meaning we can get to know each other without a care in the world. I clip on my seatbelt and we zoom off toward the expressway.

We talk and get to know each other on the drive to Queens. I chatter a lot about Rose because I want him to have a good impression of my best friend, beyond the fact that she works as an escort. I explain that she needed help for tuition, and that escorting was a last-resort type of thing. Shane nods quietly.

“No judgment,” he says. “Everyone has a different path in life.”

I nod gratefully.

“She’s really nice,” I say sincerely. “I hope you get to meet her sometime.”

He merely smiles, and says, “I hope so too.” Then, I tell him all about living at school and my classes. He asks me what I think I want to do after graduation.

“I don’t have a job lined up yet, but I want to go into social work. I want to help people become the best version of themselves and to feel good about their lives,” I say on a hopeful note. It’s true, and I really do want to make a difference. Many people have less than I do, and I want to help them improve their positions in life through counseling, support, and a connection to resources.

Shane seems moved.

“Such a giving heart,” he responds tenderly. “You’ll be wonderful as a social worker, honey. I can already tell.”

I feel myself blushing and nervously look away.

“So, um, how about you? How is business going?” I ask to change the subject. Of course, I know what Shane does, sort of. He works as a financier, and I think that means he works for a big bank. The alpha male nods.

“Working in the private banking industry is always the same – there are ups and downs, but it pays well at least. I’m grateful to be in a field that’s on the up and up. It’s a good fit. I enjoy it and I’m good at it,” he says, turning to glance at me. Suddenly, he grins.

“And we’re here!” he exclaims as we turn onto a long gravel drive.

“And here is where?” I ask. We both laugh at this.

“I thought it would be fun to go to a drive-in together,” he says. I absolutely love this idea. A drive-in is the clichéd romantic date, but it’s sweet. We can snuggle together and share a popcorn.

“Goonies is playing,” he offers with a big corny smile.

“I love that movie!” I exclaim without thinking. I do, but I worry that it will make me seem childish to him. Just in case, I add, “I haven’t seen it in ages!”

“Who doesn’t love the Goonies? It’s one of my top five best movies of all time.” I feel relieved. I tell myself I need to stop making this a bigger deal than it is. I know Shane. He is a regular, good guy. I shouldn’t be pressuring myself to impress him.

As if sensing my determination, he places his hand on mine as we drive into our reserved spot. As soon as we get parked, he jumps up and starts climbing into the backseat.

“What are you doing?” I ask giddily through laughter.

“Setting up,” he grins. “We’re not going to sit in the front seat watching this movie, sweetheart. I brought everything we need to turn this backseat into our own private oasis. Plus, I thought it would be comfier to cuddle up back here than to stay up front. Is that okay?” he asks.

“Of course it’s okay. I can’t believe you thought of all this!” I say. He winks at me and gets back to work.

He puts down the back seat to make more room and lines the floor with tons of blankets and cushy pillows. He shows me a small cooler he has in the trunk with waters and a bottle of champagne - my drink of choice. He even pulls out a big bag of goodies filled with an assortment of chips, candy, and popcorn. I am over the moon with happiness. This is by far the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.

I climb into the backseat while he puts down the front seats so that they don’t obscure the view, and then we get comfortable. He wraps his arms around me, cushioning me against his broad form. I feel happier than ever and sigh with delight. We snack, cuddle, and joke about the movie. I really am having the time of my life.

And then, just as I’m in the middle of a terrific fit of laughter after seeing Chunk shake his flappy belly on screen, Shane leans in and kisses me. I’m caught off guard, but it’s truly a magical kiss. I know we already had sex, but this is different. Last week was a night of raw passion and desire. We were attracted to each other physically and it was a night of powerful lust. But this kiss is different. This kiss feels like something more. After all, we’ve gotten to know each other on a deeper level tonight, and this kiss has emotion imbued in it.

He softly pulls his lips just inches from mine and both of our eyes open to meet. He gently strokes my cheek with his calloused thumb and pushes my hair behind my ear. Then, Shane leans back in and kisses me more intensely this time, pulling me in by the back of my neck.

I think about all the people around us at the drive-in and try to murmur in protest, but he senses that I don’t really want to stop and delves even further into my mouth with his tongue. I practically melt. It takes every ounce of my willpower to stop kissing him, but I make myself pull away.

“Shane, people can see,” I whisper, my body hot with desire. He smiles at me fondly and gently strokes my hair again. But then, he leans forward and presses a button near the front seat. The windows darken and I realize the Range Rover has special tinted windows.

“Now we’re alone,” he says in a hoarse voice. Pulling the blanket off, he crawls towards me once more and we begin passionately kissing again. This time, I give in, my arousal rising to great heights. My body’s open, willing and wet, and when he sinks deep into my sweetest spot, I let out an ecstatic cry, filled to the brim by this man. I want him, and it doesn’t matter that he’s my dad’s best friend.