Finding The Right Woman
Part 1

Copyright┬ę 2007 by DG Hear

Romantic Sex Story: Part 1 - Finding the right woman isn't as easy as he thought. What if you find here and then lose her? I'll post part 2 & 3 in the next couple of days. Please look for it.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   School  


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.

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.

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.

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.

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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