Chapter 45

Monday after I got home from work, Michelle and I had fun going through her escort service e-mails. If they had the words ‘fuck’, ‘cock’, or anything comparably crude in the subject line we deleted them. Michelle loves romance. She wants to be romantic and see what follows ... hopefully a very enjoyable evening, then a night of fantastic sex. I love going through them with her, to see the type of man she wants to spend the night with. It’s hot as hell for me!

There still weren’t many, seven to be exact. Two caught her attention, one said, “Hi, love your site. I’m hoping you can help us out with our son.” She clicked on it and we both read, “Our son is twenty. His 21st birthday will be next week. He’s extremely shy, but a very nice young man. We know he’s never been on a date and probably never even kissed a girl. Your profile sounded very interesting to us. We know you’re older than him but that’s part of what attracted us to you. We were wondering about hiring you for a date with him on his 21st birthday.” Then it went on to give their contact e-mail information.

“He sounds a lot like me when we first started going out. I was twenty-one and you were my first girlfriend.” I really, really wanted her to delve into this one further.

“It does sound kind of intriguing. I wonder how far they’d want a date to go. There’s a lot of difference between a simple date and what I’m planning for my dates. Besides that, he’s kind of young, don’t you think?”

I laughed at the understatement about her ‘dates’. “Yeah, he’s young but it sounds like it could be fun to me ... going out with a ‘never been kissed’ guy. I think you should e-mail them back and see what happens.” She typed out a brief e-mail. “I might be interested in a date with your son. Can you please tell me a little more about him and what you might be expecting from me? Amber.” Then she hit send.

It was less than ten minutes later that she got another e-mail. “Thank you for answering us. We’d almost given up hope.” We looked at the date of their original e-mail and it was the previous Thursday. No wonder. It went on, “Jeremy is a physics major at the University of Washington. He’s very intelligent but so shy. He gets flustered whenever he’s around one of our friend’s daughters and complains that they’re so immature. I think he’s too shy to approach one of the girls at college. I’ve attached a picture of him. As you can see, he’s a nice looking young man. We’re very proud of him but would like to see him open up a little more. As far as what to expect from you, we’d only hope for him to enjoy an evening with a beautiful girl, someone experienced enough to help him get past his shyness. Judy.” She gave Michelle her phone number and asked if she could call.

She clicked on the picture file. His mom was right, he’s a pretty good looking kid. Brown hair, thin, has a nice smile. We couldn’t tell a lot about him because it was a portrait, not a full photo.

I asked her, “Well, what do you think?”

“I think I could help him. Besides, it might be fun. I’d like to do it.”

“Okay then, why don’t you call his mom.”

Michelle picked up her cell phone and dialed the number Judy had given her. “Hello, Judy? This is Amber.” I couldn’t hear the other side of the call.

“I think it’s very nice what you’re trying to do for Jeremy.”

“No I haven’t, but I’m sure we’d get along very well. Actually, he sounds a lot like my husband when we first met.” She smiled at me and tried to tell me with her lips what was being said on the other end. I wasn’t getting it so well, but was pretty sure just from her end of the conversation.

“Yes, I’m married, and yes my husband knows all about what I do. He’s very supportive.” A brief pause then, “Would like to speak with him?” I gave her my hand, to hand me the phone, but she shook her head no.

“I think that’d be a fantastic idea. How about Ellensburg? That’s about halfway.”

“Okay, it’s a date. I’ll see you then. Oh, maybe I’d better ask, when is Jeremy’s birthday?” She listened for a moment longer, thanked Judy and hung up the phone.

“She’d like to meet me, tomorrow in Ellensburg at Denny’s at six. His birthday’s this coming Friday. Lucky I answered their e-mail first before scheduling something for Friday night.”

The other e-mail that she was interested in was a businessman from Chicago that was going to be in Seattle over the weekend and was looking for someone to keep him company for an evening. She answered his e-mail and after a couple e-mails back and forth had set a date with him for Saturday evening.

The next day I took off work a couple hours early. It’s about a two-hour drive to Ellensburg and we got to Denny’s about five-thirty. Michelle didn’t know if they wanted to meet me or not, so she walked in alone and I followed about ten minutes later. I wanted to sit where I could overhear their conversation, but there weren’t any booths open near them so I had to sit at the opposite end of the room where I couldn’t even see them. Michelle did see me walk in and where I sat though.

I ordered a cheese-burger and chocolate milk shake (yeah I know - health food), and nibbled at it for probably forty-five minutes. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, Michelle walked over to my booth and said they’d like to meet me. I left the rest of my food, paid my bill and went with her to their table. Apparently, the dad, I hadn’t heard his name yet, had taken Jeremy to the car so Judy and Michelle could talk business a little more freely.

When I approached their booth, I was a little surprised. Jeremy’s mom looked like she was probably in her late fifties or early sixties, kind of old to have a twenty year old son. She extended her hand and took mine with a very nice smile. Judy spoke first, “We’re very impressed with your wife. Jeremy seemed to like her too. You’re sure it’s okay with you if she goes out with our son?”

“It’s very okay with me. We’ve talked about it quite a bit and I know she was looking forward to it before we got here.” I went on to tell her, “The way you described Jeremy in your e-mail sounds so much like I remember being, scared to death of girls, before Amber and I started dating. She was fantastic with me and that was almost twenty years ago. I know she’d be good for him.”

Judy blushed just a little, apparently not quite sure how to ask, “And if they, you know,” She hesitated a bit, before I jumped in, knowing what she was trying to ask.