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Finding The Right Woman Ch. 01

By: DG Hear



A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, who always make my stories a better read. I should mention that I make changes after their edits so any mistakes I take total responsibility for.

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Jim's Story:

I grew up in a small town about a hundred miles from the big city. I guess I lived a somewhat sheltered life. We weren't rich but we didn't go hungry either. My brother, sister and I all went to public school and dad worked at the mill and always made sure there was food on the table and clothes on our back.

I did well in school. While the computer age was booming, I jumped in with both feet. I became exceptionally good on programming and computer repair. My instructor told me I should try for a scholarship at a college in Silicon Valley, in California. He told me even though I was great on the computer that the industry was changing daily and if I wanted to stay ahead of the game that I needed to change with it.

I took his advice and applied for the scholarship. I got it! A four year scholarship fully paid for. The catch was I had to work at the university at least twelve hours a week on computer repair for room and board or pay for the room and board out of my pocket. It was a no-brainer. I couldn't see having my parents foot the bill just so I could have more time to play.

My parents were great. They would send me a couple of hundred dollars every month or so when they could spare it. I was doing fine but did get a little homesick. I would put some of the money aside that they sent me so I could fly home every few months to see them. I bought an old clunker of a car to get around in. It needed constant repair but at least I had something to drive.

I dated some but usually went to parties. It was a lot less expensive and the girls were plentiful. Someone was throwing a party just about every week. I went at least twice a month. It was nothing to get laid a couple of times at a party. I didn't drink much. I really wasn't old enough to drink and didn't want to take any chances on losing my scholarship over it.

After turning twenty-one I might have drunk a beer or two. It was astounding the number of people that were drunk all the time, both men and women. I stayed away from drugs. I saw what it did to people and I wanted no part of it. I should take that back. I did smoke marijuana once in awhile. I never tried anything harder, I swear.

I often thought about the double standards when having sex with these women. Here I was having sex with them, plowing away and wondering about some guy marrying them some day. I mean I tried a lot of things while in college. I don't think I was prejudiced because I screwed any woman willing. I will have to say that I often wondered what some of these women would be telling their future husbands.

I know a lot of people are getting used to mixed marriages even though it still bothers me. I guess I wonder more about the life of the offspring than I do the mating couple. I still don't like the nasty talk that degrades people. "Take my big black cock," "White trash," "Black Bastard," "Get your black ass over here," "Fucking Whore, Slut," these types of words bother me. I was taught to treat women with respect. I tried to follow that rule.

Someday I really want to find the right woman. It's just that I don't think I'll find her being plowed by another cock. Don't get me wrong here. A lot of these women are my friends, kind of my buddies. They are only out for a good time, the same as me, and some will fuck at the drop of a hat, if they are in the mood. I just can't picture myself married to that kind of women. They in turn probably can't imagine themselves married to me either. I guess we're just fuck buddies.

I suppose it would be best if I didn't know about my future wife's past. I would guess that she would have had sexual relationships but I don't know if I cared to know with whom or how many. Maybe I'm still not mentally ready to handle knowing my future wife has been with other men. I know that I'm one of those guys that sleep with a woman and then want to go home afterwards. I'm just not ready for a commitment. I don't really want to be like this but that's the way it is.

I was in my senior year and would be graduating. After our last final, there was going to be a stress relief party; a chance to let it all go. I promised my friends I would be there. They were going all out with entertainment and were even going to give away adult prizes; mostly toy stuff like vibrators, blow-up dolls and different special gels. They were charging fifty bucks a head to come to this party.

For another twenty-five bucks you could get into a special drawing. It was going to be a one night stand with a person from a special escort service. Both men and women could enter and the escort would come to your room. Either male or female the following night. To make it more interesting, it was going to be a blind date. You didn't get to choose the date. I guess they were already picked out and agreed to our proposal.

They had a book full of photographs of some of the escorts. It was to let you know what type of escorts they handled. This was definitely a top of the line escort service. For twenty-five bucks you would get the escort for the night. The motel would be paid for and whatever the two of you did was your own business. Of course the escort knew there would be sex but there would be no forcing. Both you and the escort had to agree on the sexual stipulations. The escort would receive half the money that was taken in after room expenses. The escort was promised a minimum of a thousand dollars. 

The way people were signing up would give the escort an easy thousand dollars or more. I had to wonder where some of these students got their money. I wasn't going to sign up. I figured an extra twenty-five bucks was a lot of money and the chances of winning were getting slimmer by the minute. I just didn't have the extra money to spare seeing I was going home in a couple weeks.

My friend Brad and Bill asked me to sign-up but I told them I didn't care to spend the money on such a slim chance. I would love the chance of winning but just couldn't see it happening. They laughed and handed me a ticket.

"What is this? I never bought a ticket," I told my two friends.

Bill spoke, "Jim, we know how strapped you are for money, but for the last four years you have helped us pass our studies. If it wasn't for you helping us and so many other students we wouldn't be graduating next week. We know you don't come from a wealthy family and money is a little tighter for you so we all chipped in to get you a ticket. With all the tickets sold you probably won't win anyway but it's the thought that counts."

I thanked my friends for being so thoughtful. I really enjoyed the school and it was guys like these two who made it worth while. I put the ticket in my pocket and enjoyed myself at the party. It was probably the last one I would be attending since finals were over and I would start packing up to go home.

We had a few school formalities to go through and graduation. My parents were going to drive out for the graduation and take most of my stuff back in a U-Haul. I would fly home after attending a few of the honorary services. I was graduating with honors and had to finish out a project I had started.

Anyway, the party was going full blast. I was having a great time dancing with all the gals. I knew I would miss some of them. Lots of memories after four years.

It was time for the drawing, I went to the can, I had to get rid of a few beers. When I came out I ask Bill who won and he told me the person hadn't come forward yet. There were over three hundred tickets sold which would give the escort three thousands dollars. The committee decided to give the winner an extra five hundred to spend on the date. All remaining money would help defer expenses of this party and be put away for future parties.

"What's your number, Jim?" Bill asked me.

I reached in my pocket and read the number. "407621" I said to Bill.

Bill yelled up to the stage, "Read that number again. We may have the winner here."

"The number is 407621. Do you have it?"

"Jim, you won, you lucky bastard," as he pushed me up to the stage.

I was very happy but very embarrassed. I was usually the cool, calm and quiet type. Now everyone and his brother knew I was going out with an escort the next night. Everyone cracked jokes and told me what I should do. They patted my back and the women made weird sounds when I went by. One guy actually offered me a thousand dollars for my ticket. If I wasn't already getting five hundred, I would have probably considered it.

I didn't get laid at the party. I decided against it because I wanted to be in great form for my date the next evening. I had trouble sleeping that night. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. I never went out with an escort service person before. I didn't pick the escort. It was also a blind date. 

I headed over to the motel an hour before I needed to be there. I brought a suitcase full of clothes since I didn't have any idea what I needed. I figured I had about a half hour to calm down when there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and a nice looking woman dressed in a grey suit was standing there. I figured she was from the motel. She was very stunning and business like.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, are you Jim Jones? I'm early. My name is Marie and I'm to be your escort for tonight," she smiled.

She caught me totally by surprise. I expected someone who would be dressed like a stripper or hooker to show up. Instead I was looking at a beautiful woman who looked like she just left her office.

"If you're not pleased with me, I can leave and send someone else," spoke Marie.

"No, I'm sorry; you just took me by surprise. You're early and not at all what I expected. Please come in. I'm sorry. I'm kind of new at this. You're the first contest I've ever won," I smiled.

She walked in and I closed the door behind her.

"Marie, I have to be honest with you. I've never been with an escort before and don't have any idea where to begin. I guess you know I won you as a prize. Do you have anything in mind?"

"Jim, it's a date. I don't want you all uptight. Pretend we're old friends and are just going to have a good time for the next twenty-four hours. If it's my clothes that are bothering you, I can change. I just came right over from the office. I'll go down and get my suitcase."

"No, that's not necessary. You look fine. So, if it's a date, would you like to go out and eat or order in? They have great room service here and we can watch a movie or something if you like. Instead of a date, can we be more like girlfriend/ boyfriend? It would be a little more intimate that way. I think I'd feel a bit more comfortable." 

"That sounds fine with me. You can treat me like you would a girlfriend, as long as you don't beat her," laughed Marie.

I leaned over to give Marie a kiss, and she backed away. "Jim, I don't usually kiss my dates. It's too intimate."

"What? That doesn't make any sense. You will let me have sex with you but kissing you is too intimate. I have news for you. I have always kissed my girlfriends," I replied.

Marie looked nervous, unsure of what to do. She looked me in the eyes and then put her hands on each side of my face and kissed me. It took me totally by surprise. It wasn't a peck but a long drawn out kiss. I put my arms around her and pulled her toward me. She put her arms around my neck and continued the kiss. Her lips were so warm and soft. We even touched tongues a little. It was the best kiss I could remember in recent times.

"Was that better, Jim?"

"It was fantastic. I'll be looking forward to a lot more of those," I smiled.

"Why don't we let our hair down a little? Let's go in the pool for a while and then the hot tub. We'll order out or eat out, whichever you prefer. Maybe we will watch some movies and take it from there. How does that sound?" asked Marie.

I was beginning to like her already. She seemed more like the girl next door than a hooker. She went and got her suitcase while I changed into my swimsuit. She came back to the room and went into the bathroom and came out in a green two piece suit that showed one beautiful figure underneath.

"Do you approve?" she asked with a smile when she came out.

"You're gorgeous," was all I could say.

She laughed and smiled and reached up and gave me a light kiss. I didn't expect it but it felt nice. We slipped on terry cloth robes and went down to the pool. There were a number of people there but no one as pretty as Marie.

We took off our robes and Marie pushed me into the pool. She was standing there laughing. I couldn't help but laugh with her. I climbed out as she was headed over to a chair. "Oh, no, you don't. You don't get off that easy," I laughed.

I picked her up as she was saying, "Put me down. Don't do it, please, Jim. Don't throw me in." 

I dropped her into the water. Everyone around us was laughing. When she stood up I jumped into the water right next to her. I put my arms around her and kissed her once very gently. I then picked her up and, as she sat in my arms, she had her one arm around my neck . I just kind of floated and walked around in the pool with her in my arms. She looked so beautiful, with the nicest smile.

After a while we got out and sat in a couple of chairs and talked. I was asking all kinds of questions but getting very few answers. I wanted to know why a woman as beautiful and nice as Maria was an escort. She just hem-hawed around and didn't really tell me anything. She did say she would talk about it later.

She asked me about myself and I thought I'd tell her a little and maybe she would reciprocate. She was so easy to talk to. I felt like I knew her forever. I asked her if she wanted anything to drink and she said a diet soda would be nice.

I headed out to the machines but the pop machine by the pool was out of order so I had to go up to the next floor. I was a few minutes getting back and there was some guy talking to Marie. She hadn't seen me yet and I heard her tell the guy to leave her alone because she was with her boyfriend. He was sitting in my chair. When Marie saw me, she almost looked relieved.

I looked at the guy. I have never been the macho type but I never had to defend my date either. All I knew was this jerk was messing with my date. I knew I had to say something.

"What the hell are you doing here with my girlfriend? Get the hell out of my chair."

"Take it easy, man; I didn't know she was taken. You can't blame a man for trying," he said as he stood up.

I just looked at him angrily; he didn't say anything else and left the pool area..

Some of the people who were watching smiled at us. Marie called me her hero as we walked over and got in the hot tub. The crowd eventually was gone and Marie and I were the only two left in the pool/hot tub area.

"Thank you," said Maria.

"For what? You're my girlfriend tonight and I was protecting you."

"Not only that. You treated me as a girlfriend. You didn't try and paw me in front of strangers. I really appreciate that. I don't like to be degraded and many men think they bought that right, but you treated me different."

"It's because you're my girlfriend. I would never paw you in front of others but now that we're alone would you like to sit on my lap?"

Marie smiled and moved over in the hot tub and sat across my lap and put her arm around my shoulder. We kissed gently and I put my hand on her thigh. She felt so soft. I said to her, "If I'm ever out of line, please stop me. I'm not here to take advantage of you but to enjoy your company."

She kissed me hard and I slid my hand up to her mound and squeezed it through her suit. She was kissing me harder and I felt her legs spread just a little more as I squeezed harder.

"This is what I would do if you were my girlfriend," I said as I pulled her suit bottom to the side and inserted one of my fingers. She pushed hard against my finger and I looked at her bite her bottom lip. I inserted a second finger as she did a slow pump against my hand.

I didn't know whether she was really getting off or acting. After all she did this somewhat for a living. Maybe she was just doing it for show. God, I wish I knew.

After a few minutes the door opened and another family with two kids came into the pool area. I quickly pulled my fingers out of Marie's pussy and she adjusted her suit. I suggested it was time to go back up to our room to change and go get a bite to eat. We got out of the pool and put on our robes and headed back to our room.

She dressed in a cute short set and had her hair in a ponytail. She looked so damn cute. No one would ever take her for a call girl. I felt so at home with her. I asked her where she would like to eat and she told me she would like a pizza. I questioned her about it and she said every weekend she had these six course dinners and just preferred something simple. We headed to a pizza joint and ate pizza and played the jukebox. We took the remaining pizza with us. I told Marie we could eat it later if we got hungry. I took her hand and we walked to the car.

We were in my old jalopy. I apologized to Marie. I'm sure she was used to riding in the finest of cars. I had bought it for six hundred dollars four years ago when I started college. It used about as much oil as it did gas but it got me around. I was selling it to a sophomore next week for two hundred dollars. I'd use the two hundred to fly home. I didn't think the car would make it that far.

"It's alright, Jim. I'm really enjoying myself tonight. It doesn't happen very often," she smiled.

I mentioned it was time to go get a couple of videos to watch. She said, okay but didn't seem overly happy about it until I pulled up to a family video store. I asked her what she would like to watch and she smiled at me. She told me to surprise her and get whatever I wanted to watch. I got Shrek one and two. It's about a funny ogre for those who never saw it.

Marie was so happy. She told me she loved those movies about the big green guy. It was then I realized that we both were truly acting like a couple that belonged together. She probably had thought I was going to pick out a couple of pornos for the night. I didn't tell her but I didn't need a porno to watch to get a hard on. She just did something to me; I never remember any girl or woman that I had felt this comfortable with and knowing her only a few hours.

When we got back to the room we decided to get our night clothes on and we would watch our movies. I just slipped on a pair of shorts over my jockey's. She went into the bathroom and changed into a set of satin pajama's. They were a light gray color and the bottoms were shorts. I found out later she didn't have anything under them.

"Is it alright if I wear my pj's, Jim. If we're watching TV I feel a little better."

"You're my girlfriend and you can wear whatever you want," I replied.

She smiled at me and jumped up on the bed and sat next to me. We had our backs against the headboard. It was so nice watching her laugh and smile. She was like one happy teeny bopper. I leaned over and kissed her and sat back up. She looked up in my eyes and then sat across my lap and put her arms around my neck and kissed me again.

I knew this was the start of something good. I put my hand on her thigh and moved it up slowly. She continued kissing me as I slid my hand onto her mound over her satin PJ's. The feeling was great. I rubbed back and forth and she separated her legs to give my hand more room to rub her. I slid my hand through the leg opening of her shorts and felt a moist pussy.

She kissed me very passionately. I had to wonder why since she said she doesn't usually kiss her so called dates. "Jim, let me remove my bottoms before they get any wetter," she said almost embarrassingly.


Finding The Right Woman Ch. 01



When she had them down to her knees I grabbed them and removed them the rest of the way. Without even thinking, I pulled her onto her back and pushed her legs up and buried my face in her pussy. Soft, very moist and pink would be the way to describe it. I was licking and sucking at her soft wet pussy like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't get enough of her. I was listening to her talk while holding onto my head.

"Jim, Jim, you don't have to do this. Oh, my God, it feels so good. I'm supposed to be doing you, not you me. Oh, shit, it feels so good."

She was now pumping her pussy to meet the actions of my tongue. I felt her have a light spasm with my face buried into her pussy. She even tasted good. I got up and removed my shorts and briefs. I grabbed a condom and put it on. Getting back on the bed she was spread and waiting for me.

She held my cock in her small warm hand and guided it into her now very wet pussy. I was giving her my best when I heard her moan. When I felt her pussy tighten around my cock I let loose with my first climax of the night. I leaned down with my pussy juice covered mouth and kissed her. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth and kissing me.

I climbed off her and removed the condom and disposed of it. I climbed into the bed with her and we got under the covers. Her back was against my chest and her butt against my semi hard cock.

"You were great, Jim. It makes me wish you really were my boyfriend."

"I am for tonight, Marie. I am for the night."

We cuddled and watched the rest of the first movie. I had to wonder if she did this with all her dates. Did she treat them all special like she was treating me? Was this all an act that she does for her clients? God, I couldn't help it. After a few hours I knew I was falling for her. I really didn't want to; after all, she was an escort, but I could feel it happening.

I got up and got each of us a beverage. I poured them in glasses and added ice. Marie thanked me as we both sat up and drank our soda. I went over and changed the movie putting the second one in. I looked over at Marie and she was smiling. It was then I remembered that I forgot to pay her. She had never asked me for it earlier. I went into my suitcase and took out the large sealed envelope and handed it to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"It's your payment for our date. I forgot to give it to you earlier, I'm sorry."

Rather than looking happy a very sad look came across her face. I would have thought she'd be elated getting that kind of money. Instead she just said thank you and put it in her suitcase without even counting it. She then headed into the bathroom. When she came out she didn't seem as happy. She smiled but it wasn't real. I could feel sadness behind it..

"Talk to me, Marie. I feel a sudden change in you. Did I do something to make you angry?"

"God, no" replied Marie. You're the best date I've ever had. I forgot all about it being business till you gave me the envelope. Then I guess reality set in. You're a client, not my boyfriend."

"Whoa, girl! I meant everything I've said to you. Tonight you are my girlfriend. The money has nothing to do with it. If I thought it would make you feel bad, I'd never have given it to you." I'd hoped that it would make her feel better. "If I had my way, I'd spend the whole weekend with you. Not just tonight."

"Really? You would spend the weekend with me. Prove it! Call the desk and reserve this room for another night. We'll spend the night and all day tomorrow together and we'll spend tomorrow night together," replied Marie.

"Marie, I'd love to. I can afford the room but I can't afford you. If I had the money..."

She interrupted me. "I don't want any more money from you. I just want to be your girlfriend for one more night."

I walked over to the telephone and called the front desk. I asked how much the room for an extra night was. It was a hundred and forty dollars. Thank God I received the extra five hundred dollars. I reserved the room for an extra night. I turned around and Marie jumped off the bed and into my arms. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

God help me. I'm falling in love with a hooker.

We went and took a shower together. God, I loved washing her back but had more fun washing her front. We went back to bed and continued where we had left off. We had sex three times that evening and I couldn't believe we cuddled afterward each time. I just wanted to hold her in my arms. I couldn't believe I felt this way. I never cared about hanging around after sex, but with Marie, it was different.

We got up late on Sunday. She took a shower in the morning and dressed in jeans and a blouse. To me she looked great in anything or nothing. "Are you still my boyfriend today?" she asked.

I don't know what got into me but I wanted to be her boyfriend for ever. "Yes, Dear," I answered. "What would you like to do today?"

"Will you take me to the zoo? I always wanted to go there but never found the time," she said.

I couldn't refuse her. I just wanted to be with her. I knew we would be back that night to make love. My God, I said make love instead of have sex. I knew she had gotten to me

We had a great time at the zoo. We really did act as a fun couple. We fed the animals and ate junk food. There was even a train and boat ride around the zoo. We took them both. I had to keep asking myself, "How could a woman seem so special and be an escort." I knew she was a hooker but I hated using that word.

When we got back to the motel, we went back in the pool and hot tub and you would have thought we were two people in love the way we acted. I have to say, she was the most fun person I've ever been with.

I was kind of flexing my shoulder muscles and she asked me if my muscles were tight. She had me lie down on the bed and started massaging my shoulders. Her hands were soft but she knew what she was doing.

"Where did you learn to give massages?" I asked. Up till now she hadn't told me a whole lot of personal stuff about herself.

"I took massage therapy in school. It helps with my work," she replied.

"Marie, I want to know more about you. Can't we talk about it some?"

"You go first. I'll tell you a little about me but you realize I'm not supposed to?" answered Marie.

"I go to the university as you know. I graduate next Saturday. I'm from the mid-west and have a job in computer technology waiting for me when I get back home," I started the conversation.

"Any girlfriends or special relationships?" asked Marie as she was now giving me a back massage. Damn, it felt so good. What couldn't this girl do?

I continued, "No girlfriends except you. You're my girlfriend till at least tomorrow morning. I dated in high school and college but never found the right woman. I guess knowing my dates have also been having sex with my buddies put a damper on any real relationships."

I knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth. I felt her hesitate during the massage. No use apologizing, I had already said it. Besides it was the truth. I tried to change the subject. "Boy, you give a great massage. The man who marries you will be one lucky fellow."

God, how stupid I was. I wish I could take it back but she would remember what I had said. "So, tell me a little about yourself," I said. "Where are you from?

"I'm from the mid-west too," she said.

"I'm from Ohio," I blurted out. Damn, why did I interrupt her?

"I've never lived in Ohio. I've lived in Illinois and in Indiana. As far as boyfriends go, I had one in high school. I thought we'd be together but I found out he was screwing my best friend two months after I came out here to go to school. It ended our relationship. I saw him a couple of times when I went home to see mom but I didn't want anything to do with him, the cheating bastard."

Now there was an odd statement. He cheated and she's an escort. My guess is he cheated before she became an escort but I wasn't going to go there.

"Where do you go to school? You mentioned you came from the office the other day. Do you still go to school?" I asked.

"I shouldn't be telling you anything about myself. After next week you will be going home and I'll probably never see you again," she said in a rather sad tone. 

"Maybe I'll tell you something later. Right now I think we should eat something. What would you like to eat?" asked Marie.

"You, Marie, I'd love to eat you right now," I said in a serous voice. She tried to joke about it but I could tell it made her a bit uneasy.

"Let's go down and try the buffet in this restaurant. My treat!" said Marie.

"I'm your boyfriend. I'll buy my girlfriend lunch as long as she lets me snack on her later."

Marie looked at me. "Okay, it's a deal," she said.

Our evening after getting back to the room was sex and more sex. I couldn't get enough of her. Either she was enjoying it as much as me or was one great actress. We were lying on the bed and she had her back to me. We had dozed off and were just waking up. My dick was hard and I pushed it against her butt. She laughed and told me I wasn't going there but she would gladly let me move an inch forward.

It was then I realized I didn't have any more condoms. I told Marie and she was quiet for a few seconds. "Jim, I'm on the pill. I make customers use condoms because of disease. I'm disease free, I get checked every week. I'm going to leave it up to you."

I lined up my cock and pushed it into her. The feeling was so much better. I felt her juices coating my cock as I pushed in and out of her from behind. She was pushing her ass back and forth with the same rhythm I was using. I felt my climax coming and pushed in hard. She pushed her ass back hard and held it there while I unloaded in her.

"Jim, it feels so good. It's been years since I felt this good." I knew what she was saying. Her clients always used condoms but she felt my cum spraying her inside walls.

We didn't use condoms any more that night. Morning came too soon for me. I asked Marie if I could see her again before I went home. She told me she would see what she could do. I hoped she understood I didn't have the money to pay her.

"Jim, I'm not going to be escorting any more. You were my last customer. I do go to college and will be graduating the week after you. I want to see you again because I really like you. If you're thinking about money, please don't. I just want to be with you. I had more fun this weekend than I have in a long time."

It almost made me wonder if she could read minds too. I went and took a shower. I had to go to school the next few days. My parents would be here Friday and Saturday for my graduation from college. They were driving out and taking whatever belongings I had back home with them. I'd be flying back the following Wednesday after a couple of award banquets.

When I came out of the shower Marie was on the phone and as she hung up she was smiling. "Did you mean it when you said you wanted to see me again?" asked Marie.

"Of course, I'd love to see you every day till I have to leave," I replied.

Marie wrote an address on a piece of paper. She handed it to me and told me to be there any time after five on Tuesday. "I really do like you, Jim. Right now I have to take a shower and get to school myself. I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she went into the bathroom.

I didn't know what to think as I left the motel. I really cared for her but she was an escort. Was she really quitting? What made her do it in the first place? Why was I beating myself like this? Here was a beautiful woman who was as nice as could be and I constantly questioning myself about her. Why couldn't I just enjoy the time with her.

When I got to school I had to take a lot of ribbing. Everyone wanted to know if I had a good time and all about Marie. I told them everything I thought they would want to hear. Truth be known, a lot of it was true. She was a hell of a great sex partner. I just couldn't tell them that I fell for her. I wouldn't know how to explain it.

On Tuesday I went to the address she had given me. It was a high class hotel. I pulled in the parking garage and went to the elevators. A man was standing there and asked me what room I was going to. I looked at the piece of paper that Marie gave me and told him "Room 607, please."

"Your name, sir?" he asked.

"Jim Jones," I replied.

He look on his list and said, "Welcome, Mr. Jones," and opened the elevator doors for me. I went up to the sixth floor and knocked on room 607.

Marie opened the door and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I was hoping you would come. I was afraid you might not show," she said.

"I missed you the moment I left the motel yesterday. I took a lot of ribbing about my date ... you know, winning a date with you. I could take all the ribbing in the world to be with you."

"Did you know how much money I received for our date? It was three thousand dollars. I offered to take the date for a thousand. I was promised that for one night with the winner. I'm so glad it was you," said Marie.

"You got half of the ticket sales, minus expenses. I'm glad you did so good. You deserved all of it and more in my book," I smiled.

I asked her, "Whose room is this. Do you live here?"

The suite had a stocked bar and king size bed; it even had a hot tub and a beautiful view of the city.

"It belongs to the escort service I work at. I asked to rent it for a couple of days. I never told you but I live outside the city with my aunt while going to school. We have to be out of this room by midnight each night.

We made good use of the room making love and watching movies. She told me she had rented it for three days, or at least we had use of it through Thursday. Each evening was like a dream come true. The doorman let me in and Marie greeted me with open arms. She explained how and why she became an escort. She was such a sweet person. I knew I had fallen in love with her, yet in such a short time.

She also told me she was studying to be a nurse and her specialty was physical therapy. She took massage therapy the second year of school as an alternate to help her with her escort work.

It was Thursday and almost midnight. Our time being together was coming to an end. We had made love three times that night. No condoms were used. I asked her to come to my graduation and meet my parents. I was hoping just maybe things could work out between us.

First, she told me that she couldn't meet my parents. "What am I going to say? 'Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, your son won me in a contest and I fucked him for three thousand dollars. Now I fell in love with him and he wants me to meet you.' "

"Do you have feelings for me?" I asked.

She didn't answer. "Jim, I have to work Friday and Saturday. I made an agreement and I have to honor it."

"What? You told me you were done being a hooker. You said I was the last one. Now all of a sudden you have more appointments. What do you take me for?"

"Jim, you don't understand. I have to escort an elderly gentleman for two days. There won't be any sex. I had to do it for them to get this room to be with you."

"Sure, Right, and the Pope isn't Catholic. You did it all for me. I really cared for you, Marie. I was hoping that you didn't need this life and maybe, just maybe we had a chance. I should have known better. I guess a zebra can't change its stripes after all. I'll see you around."

I went back to the dorm and didn't talk to anyone. I felt really deceived. I should have known better. If she was that good an actress she should move to Hollywood. She was in the wrong business. She sure had me fooled.

I know I was making excuses for myself. I was blaming her for being honest. I felt so sad after leaving. Why didn't I stay and listen to what she had to say? Why did I call her a hooker? God, I wish I could take it all back but my jealous nature prevailed. Why did I always jump to judgement? Truth be known, I didn't deserve her.

My parents came on Friday. I was surprised to see my sister, Sue, and my brother, Larry, came with them. They told me they wouldn't miss my graduation for anything. I had to put Marie out of my mind, at least while my family was here. We rented a suite at a nice motel and we all stayed in it. We rented a U-Haul and started moving what little furnishings I had into it.

It was being with my family that helped me keep my mind off Marie. My brother asked me if I had a girlfriend and I wasn't quite sure how to reply. "I pretty much date them all. I had one favorite one but we're on the outs right now. I don't think you'll be meeting her."

I showed my family around the campus and the city. I just wish it would have turned out better with Marie. I remember her telling me that she wasn't the kind of woman I'd want to take home to meet my family. What was funny was she is exactly the kind of woman I would have wanted to take home to meet my parents if she wasn't a damn hooker.

After the graduation on Sunday my parents kissed me good bye and I told them I would be flying back Wednesday. I said goodbye to my sister and brother also. It's great to have a family that is there for you.

On Monday, I didn't have much to do. All my personal stuff was gone and all I had was a couple of suitcases. I started thinking of Marie and I drove back over to the hotel we met at. The doorman said she didn't live there and didn't work for the escort service anymore. I asked him where I could find her and he said he didn't have any idea. The women came and went daily, he told me.

On Tuesday I went to an awards banquet and we received our yearbooks. I took my car over and sold it to Matt, a sophomore for the two hundred bucks we agreed on. I went to the corner bar and sat there and drank with a lot of my friends. I'd be heading home in the morning and it would be probably be the last time I saw some of them.

One of the women asked me up to her room. I was pretty drunk and went with her. We had sex but it was nothing like being with Marie. Later I went back to my dorm room and one of my buddies said I got a call from a girl named Marie.

"Did she leave her number to call back or anything?" I asked.

"No, she did say she would see you at the airport in the morning to talk with you before you go home. Something about swapping addresses or something."

"Did she say anything else?" I asked.

"Yeah, Jim, she said, 'Tell Jim I love him.' Isn't that the name of the escort you were with?" asked my roommate Bill.

"There's more than one Marie in this world," I replied.

I didn't know what to think. I couldn't sleep. I got up early and packed my bags and had to call a cab to get to the airport. I checked in and went to the nearest coffee shop near my gate and waited for Marie.

Time went by and there was no Marie. I kept pacing back and forth. I wanted to see her one more time. The flight attendant said it was last call. I looked back one last time and boarded the plane. As the plane was taxing and getting ready for takeoff I saw a woman at our gate window. She had her hand on the window as if to say goodbye. I was almost sure it was Marie. My heart sank and my eyes teared up.

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After arriving home things got really busy. I started my new job and was doing really good at it. I often thought of Marie and how it might have been. I buried myself in my work. I didn't date. I just wasn't ready anymore.

At times I would go around different web sites and see if I could locate Marie. Why, I couldn't really say. I knew I missed her but I guess it was just part of life. My problem was I wasn't sure of her name. Was Marie her name or an alias? I remember seeing the word Timmons. Was that her last name or an alias also? Did she really attend a nursing school? Lots and lots of questions, but no answers.




Finding The Right Woman Ch. 01



The months passed and I couldn't get her out of my mind. I looked up the schools near where I went. Being good on the computer I figured I could use the process of elimination. If what she told me was true and she went into nursing I should be able to narrow down the graduates. If she really was graduating. There was no Marie Timmons at any of the universities near where I went. 

There were just too many if's. Almost six months had past and I wasn't any closer to finding her than when I left. I actually prayed for guidance and help. My sister knew something was wrong.

"What is it, Jim? You need to tell someone," said Sue.

I knew I had to get it off my chest and I trusted Sue more than anyone. She was my older sister by four years. I decided to tell her some of my story.

"I met a woman about a week before graduation. We dated and I fell for her lock, stock, and barrel. We made love a number of times. We kept parts of our personal life from each other. We got in an argument which I don't want to talk about. She called me at the dorm but I wasn't there. She said she was going to meet me at the airport but I didn't see her. I've looked everywhere I can think of but can't locate her. I guess I'm depressed over it."

"Maybe she'll call you?" said Sue.

"It's been almost six months. Either she can't find me or she doesn't care to. I guess I'll just have to get over her. I really believed she was that special one."

"Jim, if she is the special one, God will bring you two together somehow, someway. Otherwise, it just wasn't meant to be."

My company wanted me to fly to Chicago, Illinois and take care of a company there. They said I should be there about four days. I could rent a car and when I was done, I could just drive it back here since I already would have it leased out for the week.

It was one of the nice perks of my job. I could do almost eighty percent of my work from home except when I had to travel. They paid me nicely as well as all the perks and benefits. The next day I flew to Chicago and rented an economy car. I helped update a complete computer network for this company.

It took me three days. My evenings were spent looking around the city. I often thought about how nice it would have been if I had Marie on my arm.

I started my drive back. I decided to go south through Indiana and cut over and enter Ohio. I was driving along through Indiana and it was just starting to get dark. I picked a two lane highway since it looked like I could save time. I glanced down at my map and when I looked up a big deer jumped in front of my car.

I hit it broad side at about 55 miles per hour. It was the last thing I remembered.

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I woke up and everything was somewhat blurry. I felt so tired. I glanced over and saw my mom sitting there. There was a doctor over me.

"Take it easy, son," said the doctor.

"Where am I? What happened? I think I hit a deer."

"Well, son," said the doctor. "You're right. You hit a deer about two weeks ago. We put you in an induced coma so your insides could heal. You have a badly broken leg that's going to take awhile to heal. You're a very lucky man. Your windshield shattered into your chest and the glass missed your heart by less than an inch. I know you just woke up but what you're going to need more than anything is rest."

My mom held my hand. She said I was still in Indiana when the accident occurred. I was about three hours from our home in Ohio. She told me to get some rest and she would be back to see me tomorrow.

The next day I was feeling better and a little more alert. Mom told me the car insurance covered the rental car. She contacted my employer and they said I could work out of the house after I was able to leave the hospital. They congratulated me on a job well done on my last assignment. Right now they told me to take care of myself and get well. My sister and brother both came to see me as well as my dad. He would just sit there. He never talked much. Just knowing he was there made me feel good.

The next morning when I woke up a nurse was standing there taking my vital signs. "Hi, Mr. Jones, are you feeling any better?"

"I'm doing better I guess; by the way you can call me Jim. I think I'd prefer that."

"Jim, I thought I should let you know that you kept talking about a Marie in your sleep. You would say, 'Marie, where are you?' or 'Marie, please talk to me, I'm so sorry.' I didn't know if you were aware of it so I thought I'd mention it to you."

I thought of what to say. "She was an old friend; I miss her so much. I guess I was dreaming about her. We lost touch about six months ago."

"We have a nurse on our night shift named Marie. She talked to you a lot while you were in your coma. We're told it helps a lot to talk to people when they are under like that. I'll mention it to her that you called out her name. She probably doesn't know you are out of your coma since she was off yesterday. I'm glad you're doing better. I guess the doctor told you that you tore up your left leg pretty bad and will take a lot of physical therapy to getting you walking correctly."

All I could remember her saying was that Marie worked the night shift. Could it be true? Could it be that this accident brought us back together? I couldn't wait for Marie's shift to start.

I know it almost sounds like a miracle but I've read story after story about two people finding each other again. Could it happen to me? Did I find my Marie after six months of looking?

I was still pretty heavily medicated and slept most of the time. I was woken up by the sound of a pleasant voice saying, "Jim, it's me - Marie. I'm so glad you have come out of your coma."

I woke up and stared at this nice looking, sweet woman. She was the nurse that Nancy, the day shift nurse had mentioned. However, it wasn't my Marie.

"Hi, Jim, you seem to be coming along fine. I'm Marie, the night shift nurse. I've been talking to you every day since you were admitted. To be honest with you it was touch and go for the first two days. I was really worried about you. You had multiple injuries but seem to be healing fine. You get some sleep now and we'll take good care of you."

She gave me my pills and off to sleep I went, wondering what happened to my Marie. My hopes were up but I should have known better. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

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The Right Woman Part 2 is written and hopefully will be posted tomorrow.

Thank you for reading my story

Comment are always welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



Finding The Right Woman Ch. 02



You should read Part 1 before reading Part 2 although this part could stand alone. Thanks again to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing.

Chapter 1:

Marie tells her story

I hardly know where to begin. My life has been totally turned upside down. You readers know me as Marie Timmons. My real name is Angel Marie Simmons. I used my middle name and changed the first letter of my last name when I took a position as an escort.

Right now I'm sitting in the cafeteria of our hospital thinking about my future. I guess I should tell you a little about my past and where I came from.

I was born in Illinois and was raised by my single mom. She had me out of wedlock and I never knew my father. I don't think mom ever told the man who she thought was my father. She had gone to a party and was young and stupid, as she has told me a thousand times. After she became pregnant she told me she had no doubts about keeping me.

Shortly after I was born we moved to Indiana. Mom got a good job in the factory and our life was somewhat normal. Mom didn't go out much. I saw my grandparents and my Aunt Bess fairly regularly. It was pretty much our whole family. I wasn't a deprived kid but we weren't exactly made of money either. The main thing was there was plenty of love in our family.

When I turned twelve my mom told me she was thinking of getting married. Henry was a much older man who worked at the same factory as mom. His wife had died and his kids were grown-up and on their own. He was really good to mom and made her happy. Mom had asked me what I thought. I told her as long as he didn't come between us and made her happy, I had no problem with it.

They were married a couple of months later. Henry was good to me and treated me like you would a granddaughter. He never adopted me which was fine. The main thing is he was there for my mom. I was really happy for her. Our lives went along fine.

My Aunt Bess, mom's sister, got married and moved to California with her husband. We'd miss her because she visited with us often. Of course life changes for everyone.

I was getting really good grades and I told mom I was considering going to college. I applied to a few schools but full ride nursing scholarships were few and far between. I guess most of the full ride scholarships went to athletes. I was a rather petite girl and never went out for sports. I was able to get a number of grants and small scholarships. I knew it would be enough to get me through a year or two of school if I didn't have to pay room and board.

Mom and Henry just didn't have the finances to send me to college. It would take most of their savings. They offered but there is no way I would strap them down for my education.

I came up with an idea after talking with Aunt Bess. She said I could stay at her place in California and she would loan me a car to go to nursing school. Mom and I talked and talked about it and we agreed to give it a try. At the worst, I could at least get a couple of years under my belt. We also figured I could find work and help pay my way through college.

I had a boyfriend, Ben, that I had been going with on and off for a year or so. Of course we thought we were in love and he said he would wait for me. I found out that he was screwing around on me two months after I left for school.

I had only had sex with two guys at that point in my life. Ben was my second. I went out once with a married guy. I didn't know he was married. Anyway, I drank too much and he got my cherry. I pretty much gave up drinking after that. After he told me he was married, I dropped him like a hot potato. He said he would leave his wife for me. I figured if he would cheat on his wife, what would stop him from cheating on me?

I was glad to get away. Between the two guys I really needed a change in my life. I got more than I had bargained for.

The first year of school went pretty good. I was worried about grants to make sure I had enough to finish the second year. I was looking on the work board at nursing school and applied for a part-time office position with an escort service. At first I really didn't know what it was. I got the job and it was basically setting up appointments for business men and woman while they were in town.

The appointments were actually dates. I didn't try to cast any moral judgment on anyone. I just did my job. I was getting an hourly wage but was putting in too much time and it was hurting my education. Besides, I didn't get to see much of my aunt and uncle and their two kids. They were family and I missed seeing more of them.

One day Mrs. Bell, the woman I worked for, told me I could make a lot more money being an escort in a lot less time. I really never thought of selling my body. It just didn't seem like something I would do.

I had to make some quick drastic decisions. My grades were dropping and I was always tired. Mrs. Bell explained that she would set me up as an escort on Friday and Saturday nights only. I would basically be arm candy for the customers and would receive a minimum of two hundred and fifty dollars a night. Standard charge was five hundred a night and I would receive half.

Then she told me about having sex. I could refuse if I wanted but she would have to know so I wouldn't be matched up with men who expected it. Again I would receive half of the nightly charge, of which my part would be five hundred dollars. Any additional tips were mine.

I gave it some thought and figured I'd give it a try. Beth, who is Mrs. Bell, said I needed to change my name so I couldn't be traced back to the schools and no one would ever call me by any other name. My first name was Angel. My mom said when I was born I looked like her little angel so she named me that. My middle name was Marie, after my grandmother. My last name was Simmons so I just changed it to Timmons. So for all intents and purposes my work name was Marie Timmons.

The first couple of times I had sex with these strangers I tried to get into it. It wasn't long before I found out that these men didn't care about me. They just wanted to get off. Almost all our customers were in at least their forties and many into their seventies. You almost had to be an actress to make these men think they were everything you ever wanted.

Beth suggested I take a couple of classes in massage therapy since I was already in nursing. After I got licensed in massage therapy I was always asked for by the older men. I really didn't mind. I found I could get most of them off with a simple massage. It beat having sex with some of them and paid just as good.

I went to nursing school during the day and was at my aunt's house in the evening. On Fridays and Saturdays I worked for the escort service. My Sundays were family time when I played with my little cousins.

I was asked out but never had time for dates. There were a couple of guys at school that I wouldn't have minded dating. What would I have said to them? My plate was about as full as it could get. I would be the first to say that my sex life wasn't the best. I just wasn't into older men but that's where the money was coming that helped fund my education.

Every once in awhile I did get a young client but their egos were so big, I was surprised they could wear a hat. No, the best thing for me was to lead this double life. Student by day, niece by night and a hooker - that's what I was - on the weekends.

I should mention that over a three year period I also met a lot of nice men. It made me feel good that there were still some decent men in the world. I had quite a few repeat customers over the years. So many were just lonely men who had lost their wives or wanted companionship; I really felt sorry for them. There was a lot of sadness in the world and I just was glad I was able to put a little happiness into a few lives.

I was proposed to at least a dozen times. These were serious proposals with a ring and all. It was very flattering but of course I told them "no, thank you."

By my senior year it was getting really old. I wanted out of this life and was glad it would soon be over. I told Beth I would stay with her till graduation but I wasn't going to do it every weekend. I had made enough to pay for my education, buy a car and had nice clothes. I even gave my Aunt Bess some money. She knew I was a masseuse but we didn't get into the rest of the business. I had a feeling she might have known but she stood beside me.

I know she asked me about birth control and told me if I ever wanted to talk, she was there for me. Throughout the years I did go home and see my mom around holidays. We would talk about college. She often asked me if I had a boyfriend and I would tell her I dated but didn't have time for any commitments. I wanted to finish nursing school early so I went through the summers.

I will tell you up front that I didn't like what I was doing. I did it out of necessity. If I had to do it all over again I can't say I would have done it. There were just too many times when I felt dirty and nasty. I almost quit a dozen times but I wanted to get my degree and then leave that part of my life in the past. That was all except when I met Jim. He changed my life as I knew it. He made me feel good about myself and I'm not afraid to say, I fell in love with him in only a couple of days.

It all began when Beth asked me into the office. I had told her that I was through working and was going to take it easy for my last two weeks before graduating. She told me she had a great proposition for me.

It seems that there was a fraternity that was throwing a big party and was selling tickets to spend one night with an escort. She was to pick one woman and one man who would be willing to be the prize. Whichever was picked would be guaranteed a thousand dollars minimum. There was no ceiling limit. It depended on how many tickets were sold.

We would be put up in a nice motel with full accommodations. Our standard rules would apply and she was promised that it would be a student. I thought it would be a great way to maybe be with a younger man. I told her that I would do it if a woman was needed. I figured I might as well go out with a bang. (Pun intended)

Beth called me on Friday and told me a young man had won. She gave me the motel and room number along with what time to be there. I did stop by her office and help her organize a few appointments for the weekend. I know she was a business woman but she was also a friend who had worked with me over the last three years. I owed her for that.

I left the office and got to the motel about a half hour early. I knocked on the door and a very handsome man answered. I think he thought I had worked for the motel.

"Can I help you?" he asked me.

I told him I was Marie from the escort service. He looked shocked. I guess he expected me to be dressed as a street whore or something. He invited me in and began to apologize. He seemed so sweet. I haven't been around a guy like him for a long time. 

I remember him saying, "Marie, I have to be honest with you. I've never been with an escort before and don't have any idea where to begin. I guess you know I won you as a prize. Do you have anything in mind?"

He was so sweet and yet honest. I didn't know many men like that.

I remember telling him, "Jim, it's a date. I don't want you all uptight. Pretend we're old friends and are just going to have a good time for the next twenty-four hours. If it's my clothes that are bothering you, I can change. I just came right over from the office. I'll go down and get my suitcase."

He told me that it just surprised him. I just wanted him to feel at ease. I didn't want him to feel pressured about anything. He surprised me when he asked if we could treat each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. I remember how good that made me feel. It's been a long time since I had a boyfriend.

I told him that I thought it would be fun and he leaned forward to kiss me. I was taken aback; we never kissed our clients. I said to him that there was just something too intimate to kissing them.

Jim was surprised and said, "What? That doesn't make any sense. You will let me have sex with you but kissing you is too intimate. I have news for you, Marie. I have always kissed my girlfriends."

I was nervous, unsure of what to do. Here was this sweet young man that wanted to treat me like a girlfriend and I wasn't sure what to do. I looked Jim in the eyes and then put my hands on each side of his face and kissed him. It wasn't a peck but a long drawn out kiss. He put his arms around me and pulled me to him. I put my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him.

"Was that better, Jim?" I asked.

"It was fantastic. I'll be looking forward to a lot more of those," he smiled.

I don't know why I did it but I loved it. It really did bring an intimacy to us right then. It made me stop and think about the last three years and I felt more intimate with Jim than anyone I had been with. Something told me I was going to love the date.

After our kiss I ask Jim, "Why don't we let our hair down a little? Let's go in the pool. We can order in or eat out, whichever you prefer. Maybe we will watch some movies. How does that sound?" I asked.

He agreed and I went and got my suitcases. I had them packed with a number of different outfits including my bathing suit.

I went into the bathroom and put on my swimsuit, a green two piece that showed quite a bit of my body. When I came out Jim had on his suit. He had a nice body himself. I found myself staring at him.

When I came out of the bathroom Jim looked at me. "Do you approve?" I asked.

"You're gorgeous," he told me. I've been told I was pretty many times in my life but when Jim said it, I really felt good.

I don't know why I did it but I reached up and gave him a light kiss. Twice I had already kissed this man. Something told me that we would be doing it a lot. We slipped on terry cloth robes and went down to the pool.

I waited for Jim to take off his robe and pushed him into the pool. I was standing there laughing. It wasn't like me to act a fool but we did say we would let our hair down and I intended to do just that and really enjoy this date.

Jim quickly climbed out of the pool and came after me. I was laughing as I was headed over to a chair. 

"Oh, no, you don't! You don't get off that easy," laughed Jim.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the pool. I remember laughing and telling him not to throw me in. I might have even apologized for pushing him in. He walked to the side of the pool and threw me in. He then jumped in right next to me and picked me back up in his arms.

I remember wrapping my arms around his neck. I think we even kissed again. I, for some reason, felt safe in his arms. He kind of walked around the pool holding on to me. He never tried to paw me or show off to others in the pool. I respected him for that. He did treat me like a girlfriend.

He went to get us a soda and some idiot guy came up to me and tried to act as Mr. Stud. I hate guys like that. He went to touch my arm and I pushed it away. He was beginning to act obnoxious which it was bothering me and some of the other people in the pool area were watching us.

Do men like this really think that this is what women want? God help the woman that would want an idiot like this guy. He put his hand on my thigh and I pushed it away. I told him to leave me alone that I was here with my boyfriend.

He laughed at me till Jim came back and told him off. In no uncertain terms Jim said for him to get lost. He said something about messing with his girlfriend.

I felt so proud of Jim. Even some of the people around us smiled when I called Jim my hero. We drank our soda and went into the hot tub. The pool area was empty so I sat on Jim's lap and we kissed. He put his hand on my thigh and pushed it up to my suit bottom. I spread my legs and he slowly pushed his fingers into me. It was so different than what I was used to.

I wanted him. I wanted him to take me right there in the hot tub but another family showed up so we put on our robes and left.

We went out and ate pizza. It was so much fun playing the jukebox and eating junk food. I was tired of the six course dinner every weekend. I realized I really missed out on a lot of the fun stuff. Now I was sharing it with my boyfriend for the day.

Jim said something about getting a couple of videos. When I heard that, it has usually meant pornos. I've seen enough pornos to last a lifetime. I smiled when Jim went to a family video store. He picked out a couple of animated comedies, Shrek one and two. I remembered going with my niece and nephew to see them. I love those movies.

After returning to the motel we got our pj's on. I love wearing silky and satin pj's. They make me feel sexy. Jim and I started to watch the movie but soon were kissing. He started rubbing me again through my pj's. I couldn't believe that after taking off my bottoms he went down on me. I was soaking wet but he didn't care. I have to honestly say that it felt like he was making oral love to my pussy. I knew I had a couple of mini-orgasms while he ate me out.

Before I knew it he was buried in me and it felt so good. Time after time we made love that night. I call it love because I could feel the emotion we both had. It wasn't just fucking; it was so much more. I can't remember the last time I really gave myself to a man. With Jim, there was no acting, no pretending. I really started to care for him.

At one point I felt reality come back into view. Jim had gotten up to change the movie and get us another soda. It was something that neither of us needed alcohol. I just thought about that. Anyway, he walked over to his suitcase and handed me a big manila envelope that was sealed.

He smiled at me and said, "Oh, I forgot to give you your money." as he handed me the envelope. I wanted to cry. I was having such a good time with him that I never even thought about the money. I just enjoyed being with my new pretend boyfriend.

I didn't want him to see me cry so I got up and went into the bathroom. I tried to freshen up and get a grip on myself. I went back out and tried to act happy, but I knew I was just another whore. I had to wonder if that is how Jim saw me. 

He noticed the difference in me immediately and asked me what was wrong.

"Talk to me, Marie. I feel a sudden change in you. Did I do something to make you mad?" he asked.

"God, no," I replied. You're the best date I've ever had. I forgot all about it being business till you gave me the envelope. Then I guess reality set in. You're a client, not my boyfriend."

He told me, "Whoa girl! I meant everything I've said to you. Tonight you are my girlfriend. The money has nothing to do with it. If I thought it would make you feel bad, I'd never have given it to you yet. If I had my way, I'd spend the whole weekend with you. Not just tonight."

"Really?" I responded. "You would spend the weekend with me?" I remember telling him to prove it. "Call the desk and reserve this room for another night. We'll spend the night and all day tomorrow together and we'll spend tomorrow night together," I replied.

Then I realized he didn't have much money. He drove an old clunker of a car. He said to me, "Marie, I'd love to. I can afford the room for one more night but I can't afford you. If I had the money..."

"Jim, I don't want your money. I just want to be your girlfriend for one more day. I'll even pay for the room if you like." I couldn't believe I was acting like this. I guess it's been so long since I had been with a man and just enjoyed his company. Jim seemed so real.

He called the front desk and reserved the room for another night. It was a great night, the kind a woman dreams about. Cuddling with her man and making love. It was like a dream that I didn't want to end.




Finding The Right Woman Ch. 02



The next day we went to the zoo and other places. It was as though I won the date and my wishes were coming true. In the evening we had repeat performances of the night before. At one point Jim ran out of condoms.

I explained to him that I was on the pill so I left it up to him if he wanted to go and buy more or make love to me bareback. It was only a few seconds before he pushed himself in to me. We didn't use condoms again after that.

I am having a hard time explaining how I felt about Jim. I just met him a day ago but it felt like I'd been waiting for him for so long. Maybe it was because I felt I'd missed something or it could be that we were meant to be. I honestly don't know. All I knew was I wanted to see him again at any cost.

He told me he wanted to see me again and I was so happy. He went to take a shower and I called my boss Beth and asked her if she would rent me one of the company rooms at their swank hotel. The rooms went for over two hundred dollars a night.

Beth asked a favor of me. She wanted me to show an elderly gentleman around parts of the city on Friday and Saturday. I told her I was done being an escort. I just wanted the room for a few days to be with a friend. I was willing to pay for it.

She promised me that this was not a sexual outing. She just needed me to show the man around the city. She would let me have the room for as many nights as I wanted as long as I was out by midnight at no cost. Beth finally told me it was her elderly uncle. She just wanted him to be with someone she trusted. She didn't want him alone in the city. She had prior commitments that weekend.

I agreed to do it and it also gave me a place to meet Jim for three days. I was really happy about that and told him if he wanted to see me again, it was possible. He seemed as happy as I was when I gave him the address and told him I would see him the next day.

We did meet for those three days and it was some of the best memories of my life. We made love, kissed and cuddled. On Thursday night he asked me to come to his graduation and meet his parents on Saturday. When I told him I had a prior commitment he blew his stack. It was the first time he called me a whore. He will never know how much that hurt me.

I tried to explain it to him it was a favor but he wasn't listening to me. We were both so busy yelling that neither of us was listening.

He never gave me a chance to explain as he walked out on me. When I went back to my aunt's house she knew something was wrong. I told her I had met a young man and had fallen for him. We had a big argument and he walked out on me.

Aunt Bess said to give it a couple of days and give him a call. Usually men had to stew over a situation before they would listen. She was supportive and I needed that.

On Friday I went out with Beth's uncle. He was in town for his fifty year class reunion. He was a perfect gentleman. On Friday I showed him around the town and on Saturday I drove him to his reunion. He told me I didn't have to stay around with a bunch of his old classmates. We set up a time when I would be back to pick him up.

Believe it our not, I found myself going to Jim's graduation. It was held in their stadium with chairs set up for the family on the field. Other guests and underclassmen sat in the lower stands. I sat and watched as Jim crossed the platform and held up his diploma. I felt so proud of him and was crying with joy.

Later I saw him with who I believed to be his parents and two other people. I figured it was his sister and brother that he had mentioned. He was hoping they would come for his graduation. I wanted in the worst way to go and kiss him and meet his parents. I guess I was too afraid. Maybe he didn't feel as strongly toward me as I did him. I didn't want to embarrass him.

I left the stadium and went back and picked up Beth's uncle. He introduced me to his old classmates. They asked if I was his granddaughter. He just explained I was a friend of his niece and was his escort for the evening. I don't think anyone had any idea what type of escort I had been, including the uncle. I dropped him off at his hotel. Strangely enough Beth set him up in one of our luxury rooms.

Sunday I spent with my aunt and uncle and my niece and nephew. I would be graduating next week myself and this was probably our last Sunday together.

I had finals on Monday and Tuesday. I couldn't get over Jim and gave him a call on Tuesday after I had my finals. The only number I had was his dorm room. If I remembered correctly he had an early flight out on Wednesday to fly back to Ohio. We never shared our personal information. In fact he never even knew my given name was Angel.

He wasn't there but I told whoever answered the phone to tell him I would be there at the airport to meet and swap personal information. I also told him to tell Jim that I loved him. I had called from the pay phone at school.

I got up early the next day to go to the airport. There was an accident of the expressway and I was trapped. We weren't moving at all. I began to get nervous. I was afraid of missing Jim's plane. I was running way too late. I parked at the nearest terminal and was half running through the airport. I heard last call on the intercom system and started to cry. I knew I couldn't make it.

When I got to his gate, the door was closed and I saw his plane slowly backing up. I went to the big window and waved goodbye to the man I loved only being with him for such a short time. I stood there with tears running down my face till I saw his plane leave the ground.

I went into a lounge and got some coffee and composed a letter to Jim.

Dearest Jim,

I guess it just wasn't meant to be. I'm sitting here at the airport writing you this letter. I probably won't ever see you again or get your address to mail it to you but I will try.

I just want to let you know that I really care for you. Nothing that we did together was an act on my part. I really felt that you were my boyfriend. If I had my way you would be my boyfriend forever.

I really did give up being an escort. I didn't lie to you. Beth, my boss asked me to escort her uncle to his fifty year class reunion. In return she let us have the room that we spent the last three nights in.

I did come to your graduation. I was so proud watching you waving your diploma in the air. I saw you with your proud parents and another couple who I figured were your brother and sister. I wanted so badly to come and meet them but I wasn't sure exactly how you felt after the way we separated.

I just want you to know that I think I fell in love with you. It seems almost impossible after knowing you for such a short period of time. I remember what you said about marrying women like me and I don't blame you. I'm not proud of myself but I was able to put myself through college and I am proud of that.

I graduate next Saturday. My mom and stepfather are flying here for my graduation and we will be driving back in my car. Since I lived with my Aunt Bess I don't have much else to take back other than clothes. We'll get a small u-haul if necessary.

I guess you know I made it to the airport since I'm sitting here writing this letter. Stupid accident on the freeway held me up.

Enclosed is my address and phone number if I ever do find out where you live and mail it to you. Too bad it didn't all work out. I really do believe we would have been good together.

By the way, my given name is Angel Marie Simmons.

Good luck to you and your future.

Love

(Angel) Marie

I left the airport and talked awhile with my aunt. She told me that old saying. "Better to love once than never to have loved at all."

She told me that I had to put Jim to the back of my mind since my parents would be there Friday and I would be graduating myself Saturday. We talked some more and we decided it might be better if I didn't mention Jim to my parents. There wasn't a lot I could tell them and no need to upset them.

My graduation was great. Believe it or not I did look around the crowd looking to see if Jim just might have shown up. Hell, he didn't even know what school I went to. My mom and Aunt Bess were so happy. All they did was cry.

"My baby graduated from college. My Angel is a nurse. I'm so proud of you," said mom.

Henry acted like a proud dad, even though he was my stepfather. He was telling everyone how smart I was. I was surprised to see Beth show up.

"You don't think I was going to let my best employee go without seeing her graduate?" said Beth.

We told mom that it was Beth's office that I worked in and I also did some massage therapy for her businesses. Beth told mom she had a number of business interests, which was the truth. Beth gave me a thousand dollar graduation present. 

A couple days later we said goodbye to my aunt and her family. I was going to miss them; they had been my family for the last four years. We headed home to Indiana. It was sad leaving but there were both memories that I was glad to leave behind and others that I would cherish.

Chapter 2 

I had started working at the hospital about a week after getting home. It sure was a different environment but I have to say I liked it better. I spent most of my time doing physical therapy. I also helped the nurses when they got backlogged. I was friends with all the nurses. I don't know how many times they said they could see why mom named me Angel. I was so good with the patients.

Mom was surprised that I wasn't dating. She said a girl as pretty as me should be going out every night. I explained to her that I was working and I would start dating when I found the type of man that seemed interesting.

We talked about college and if I had any boyfriends while I was there. I told her I went out some but I really didn't have all that much free time. Mom knew there was more and asked me, "What was his name, Angel?"

"What do you mean, Mom. There is no man in my life," I answered.

"Angel, please don't lie to me. I can tell you've been hurt. What was his name?"

"James Jones, I didn't know him very long. We met about a week before I graduated. He left to go back to Ohio. We had an argument and he walked out. I miss him, Mom."

"Everything will be fine, Honey. If you're meant to be together, it will happen," said Mom.

About a month later I had missed my second period. I was nervous as I took a home pregnancy test. It came out positive. I didn't know what to think. I remembered missing a couple of birth control pills but I thought I'd be fine since I continued taking them. I guess I was wrong. I had no doubt whatsoever that I was carrying Jim's baby.

When I told Mom, she was angry. "Didn't you use birth control?"

I told her I did but I missed a couple of pills. "I'm so sorry, Mom," I said.

"I take it that it belongs to this Jim fellow," said mom. "What are you going to do? Are you going to keep it?"

"Yes to both questions, Mom. It's my baby and I would never abort it. I know it's going to be hard, Mom, but you did it. You kept your baby. If you didn't I wouldn't be here today. My baby deserves that same chance at life that you gave me."

"Are you going to tell the father, Angel?" asked mom.

"I'll keep looking for him but there are over six hundred Jim Jones or combinations of that name in the Ohio phone books. Mom, my baby is going to be loved. The baby has me, you and Henry. We did pretty good with me and my baby will be fine."

I told the nurses at work and they were happy and sad both for me. Out of wedlock babies were pretty common place these days. All I wanted was a healthy child that I could love. After I had an ultrasound I found out it was going to be a boy. I was already planning on naming him James Henry Simmons, after Jim and my stepfather.

I decided to sit down and write Jim another letter. I know it may sound stupid to a lot of people but it was a good way for me to release the stress of telling someone, and that someone being Jim, my feelings. I still carry his first letter in my purse. 

Hi Jim, It's me again.

It's been a few months since I last wrote you. I still have the first letter in my purse. I guess I have a little surprise for you. If I ever see you or if you ever read this letter you should know that you're going to be a father. Don't worry; you don't have to do anything. I gave it a lot of thought and I want to keep our baby.

I had an ultrasound done and our baby is going to be a boy. I'm naming him after you and my stepfather. How does James Henry sound to you?

You don't have to be part of the baby's life. In fact I know the first thing that you're probably thinking is, "Is it yours?" The answer is a positive yes.

I figured it's over between us but now I'll always have a part of you to remember you by. I hope he's as kind and sweet as his dad. I'm looking forward to bringing him into the world.

A number of people said I should tell you; they said a father deserves to know. It's the reason I'm writing this letter. I'm not asking for anything from you. I don't want you to think that I tricked you or am trying to get money from you. It's just that I thought you should know. God, I miss you.

Well, I guess that's about it for now. Jim, I do love you and will never forget you.

Love always,

Angel Marie

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Finding The Right Woman Part 3 will hopefully be out tomorrow Please take the time to leave me a comment. They are always appreciated.

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Finding The Right Woman Ch. 03



My family showed up. I remember dad saying how happy he was for me. Dad was a man of very few words. My brother told me how pretty Angel was. 

"I've never seen a pregnant woman who looked so nice," said my brother.

Sue was the one that surprised me. "I told you in the beginning that if you two were meant to be that it would happen. God gave you this woman. Remember it's for better or for worse, from this day forward. You love her with all your heart and forget her past. Never, and I mean never dwell on it."

I had never told her of Angel's past. It made me feel almost eerie.

I was on crutches and Angel looked beautiful. Of course I've never seen her look any other way. A few of the hospital staff attended. My nurses Marie and Nancy made sure they would be there. They nursed me to health from the day I arrived at the hospital.

After our short ceremony we went to the hospital cafeteria for cake. Angel and I weren't going on a honeymoon. The baby could come anytime and we were happy to just be together. After we said our thank you to everyone we went to our house.

We decided to live on the Indiana, Ohio border. It was less than two hours from my parents and my job. My employers required me to come in at least once a week and of course for special meetings. Other than that I could work out of the home. Angel had a half hour commute to the hospital and twenty minutes from her mom's place.

After the baby was born Angel was going to take a few weeks off. After that her mom was going to watch the baby while we worked.

We probably looked like a sight leaving the hospital. Angel with her extended belly and me on crutches. We didn't care; we were happy. Our families all stopped over and visited for awhile at our house.

While everyone was talking and enjoying themselves Angel asked me into the bedroom.

"I have something for you, Jim." She handed me an envelope.

"Another letter?" I asked.

"Sort of," said Angel. "I didn't write it but I want you to see it."

I was reading this letter. It was about DNA. "What is this, Angel?"

"Jim, I knew the baby is yours. I had not had sexual relations with any man for over three weeks before I met you and of course no one since. There is a special fetus test that can be done now to get the DNA of an unborn child. I talked with my gynecologist and had it done.

"It doesn't hurt the baby although the baby kicked me when the doctor stuck the needle in me. As you can see the odds of the baby being yours is 99.999%. Nancy had gotten your DNA through normal channels after I asked her."

"Angel, I believed you when you told me he was mine," I said.

"Honey, you wanted to believe he was yours. Without this test, there would always have been a doubt. It's just human nature. Now you have it in writing that little Jimmy will be your son."

"This letter is dated three weeks ago. Why did you wait so long to give it to me?"

"Because I wanted you to marry me because you truly loved me. Not because you just wanted to do the right thing, because I was possibly carrying your child. Which is what I would have had to wonder about if you knew about the baby ahead of time. Now neither of us has any doubts. I love you, Mr. James Jones."

"...and I love you, Mrs. James Jones and mother of my child."

We walked back into the living room together. Sue looked over at me and then smiled at Angel who smiled back at her.

I wanted to tell everyone who I know wondered if the baby was mine, "Hey! It's my baby! I just want to make sure you all know that," but I didn't want anyone to think I might have had doubts. I know it was on people's minds. Let's face it, people gossip about the negative. Angel and I were apart for six months. No one really knew that we knew each other and Angel shows up pregnant.

Angel was right. I wanted to believe the baby was mine but our minds don't work that way. Believing and knowing for sure aren't the same thing. Now I knew for sure. I hoped that if it wasn't mine that I would have been man enough to accept it and raise it as my own. Deep down I thought I would probably have the DNA done later. I truly loved Angel and didn't know how I could live without her.

A little while later Sue asked me to come on the front porch with her. She told me she wanted to have a word with me. I wanted to talk to her too. I needed to know how she seemed to figure so much out.

Sue started first. "So, little brother, congratulations on both your marriage and finding out the baby is truly yours."

"Sue, how did you know? Every since the first day at the hospital that you met Angel I could tell you knew something."

"I have a degree in personnel. I can read faces. It's kind of a gift, I guess. Remember when you told me you missed a woman and couldn't find her? No man falls for a woman and doesn't get her name and number. Sure, maybe for one day but you spent nearly a week with this woman and not even get her number? No way, there had to be a reason for you not knowing and, besides, you never gave her your number either. To me that spelled out escort service.

"Then at the hospital when you told Mom that you won her as a prize, again you used the words escort service. Most men wouldn't have said that. It would have been more like, 'I won her in a raffle,' or even something like, "She was a hooker, or woman of the night." I know it would have been more vulgar but more in a joking manner. I was sure you were telling the truth. Besides, while you were talking I was looking at Angel. Her face told me you were telling the truth. She looked down at the time."

"So how did you know about the DNA letter?"

"On one of our visits to see you I had a talk with Angel. She told me the whole story about her past and about meeting you."

"Why would she do such a thing? I'm sure she didn't want anyone to know."

"I asked her. You are my little brother after all and I wanted to make sure you were doing the right thing. Let me explain before you blow a head casket.

"When I was in college I tried being an escort for less than a month."

"What? You? My big sister? I can't believe it. You didn't need the money; you had a full ride scholarship," I replied.

"Jim, most students who are away from home for the first time do stupid things. Knowing you, I'm sure you did too. I used to read about the exciting life of escort girls usually portrayed in movies. I was young and stupid and decided to try it and besides I thought I could pick up some extra bucks. We can all use extra money when we're in school.

"It was the worst experience of my life. Most men were older and they seemed to degrade women. I liked sex but they treated me like a second class citizen. I actually got beat up one time and decided I had had enough. I quit. Thank God, I didn't need the money to get through school.

"The only women who seemed to stay in the business were drug addicts or sexual deviates. So when I figured Angel was an escort, I was worried and went to talk to her.

"Jim, Angel is the most remarkable woman I have ever met. She told me how she hated her life but did it out of necessity. She never took drugs and spent her free time with her family. She fell in love with you but said she wasn't sure if you could live with her past.

"She told me she was getting that DNA test done so you wouldn't have any doubts. I'm telling you right now that if you ever degrade her in anyway, I'll kick your ass myself. Seriously, she is very special and I can see why all her friends feel the way they do about her. I know I could never have gone through what she did and be the nice, kind, considerate person she is.

"By the way, we never had this discussion and you forget about my past as well," smiled my big sister.

After everyone left I hobbled over to the bed and waited for Angel. She came in wearing only pajama tops that went to the top of her thighs. She smiled at me.

I looked at her and said, "I can't wait for the baby to arrive so I can make love to you."

"What do you mean wait? This is my wedding night. I'm not waiting for anything," smiled Angel.

She got up and pulled my cock out of my briefs. The minute she touched it, it became hard. She straddled my legs making sure not to be on my broken one and told me to give her a hand. She could hardly reach under her belly to insert my cock.

I didn't hesitate grabbing my cock while she slowly lowered herself down.

"This won't hurt the baby, will it?" I asked.

"No, Sweetheart, the baby will be fine," said Angel. She was moving up and down slowly as I watched our joint juices running down my cock. It felt so great.

I rubbed her belly while she rode my cock. She told me how good it felt both being rubbed and fucked at the same time. She told me she was ready to climax and she pushed down and I held on to her hips as we came at the same time. 

When we finished Angel said, "Hell with the mess, I'll clean it up tomorrow. I'm too tired," as she cuddled up to me and we both had a good night's sleep.

We continued to have sex most every night. I even did Angel orally but I had to make sure she didn't smother me seeing she had to lower herself down to me.

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It was a little less than a month later when we made the trip to the hospital. They had birthing rooms where a woman was admitted and everything took place in that room. Me and our two moms were in the room for the delivery. Angel did great. When the baby arrived I was asked to cut the umbilical cord, which I did.

The nurse then took little Jimmy to the table and cleaned him up and measured and weighed him. She then brought the baby over to me wrapped in a blue blanket, while I sat in a chair next to Angel. I held my new born son in my arms. I couldn't help but have tears of joy in my eyes.

The nurse then took Jimmy and handed him to Angel. I remember the doctor saying that it was one beautiful baby. Our moms went out to tell the rest of our relatives and friends who were in the waiting room. Then we heard over the loudspeaker.

"Your attention please. We'd like to announce the arrival of Jimmy Henry Jones. He is the son of proud parents, Jim and our own Angel Jones."

Everyone was smiling. I recognized the voice as being Marie, our nurse and friend.

A couple of days later Angel and Jimmy were released from the hospital and we started our family life together.

Epilogue:

It's been ten years since the birth of Jimmy. Life has been great. We never bring up our past except in jest. Angel to me is the perfect mother and wife.

Angel's stepfather had passed away two years ago. Mother Mary knew he wasn't doing well and of course he was quite a bit older than her. She is doing fine. She says watching her three grandchildren more than keeps her busy. They are her life as well as ours. Angel's Aunt Bess and her family have moved back to Indiana and lives close to her sister Mary.

I forgot to mention that Jimmy has twin sisters who were born two years after him. He is the protective big brother. He may tease his sisters but no one else is allowed to. We are truly a happy family.

My family is doing fine. They come and visit often or we go and see them. My sister Sue and Angel are the best of friends. 

Angel's mother suggested that we take a honeymoon even if it is ten years late. She would watch the kids for us. We decided to do it and head to Hawaii for a week. Angel had only one request.

"Jim, can we go as girlfriend and boyfriend instead of husband and wife. I think when people are dating they don't take each other for granted as much and I loved the first time we were together."

"Sounds fine with me. It was a date that I'll never forget either."

Angel and I were sitting on the couch with the three kids watching American Idol. One of the finalist was singing Angel's favorite song, 'Over the Rainbow'. I watched as Angel sang along to it. When it got to her favorite part, I saw her eyes tear up. Of course when I see that happen, my eyes do the same. Here's her favorite part:

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."

In closing I would like to say that I have grown-up and matured. The old saying "Don't judge a book by its cover" makes a lot of sense. Apply it to "Don't judge everyone because of their past."

You might find that once you start reading that book that it just might change your life. It did mine.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear