Chapter 2: A Church Encounter

With all that you can imagine my surprise when last Sunday at church a ghost from my past suddenly appeared. Seated in the pew in front of me was Randy along with his parents. At first I didn’t even recognize him but at the beginning of the service we always stand up and greet those around us. When he turned around his eyes got big and for a moment I was confused but then I remembered him. He’d lost the glasses, gotten a better haircut and his skin had cleared up. As I shook his hand all I could think of was, “Wow!”

When we sat back down my dad nudged me in the side with his elbow. His eyes shifted to Randy and then back to me and I knew he was curious about why I’d reacted as I did. I just grinned at him and he knew immediately that this was someone I’d fucked before and that was all he needed to know. Later I would remind him as I was sure I’d told him about Randy back then and he had been home several of the times I’d brought Randy to my room to fuck me. Odds were he had probably even peeked in to watch but if I had a hard time recognizing Randy then there was no way my dad was going to remember him. It’s not like he was the only boy I use to bring home. Some girls like to bring home puppies - I preferred guys!

After church I managed to slip in next to Randy in the line to shake the pastor’s hand. We only had a few minutes but we exchanged phone numbers and he called me the next night to ask me out the following Friday night. When he called I was over at my dad’s house visiting him and my Aunt Linda (who was now living with him full-time) so I politely excused myself and went up to my old bedroom to talk in private.

Randy and I chatted for a while on the phone and I learned that he was still single, had graduated with a degree in some sort of engineering, and had been living in California since then. Apparently his dot.com company was hit by the recession and had gone bankrupt so now he was back living with his parents until he could find a new job.

Surprisingly, given our past, we never discussed sex during the first call, not even anything about our current dating arrangements for that matter. It was pretty much just catching up on our college days and careers. Of course I didn’t mention to him anything about my escorting experiences or even the lingerie parties I modeled for. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my escorting past, it’s that even though I didn’t have sex with my clients, it’s still hard to explain it to people who didn’t know me and I didn’t want him to get any wrong impressions of me.