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“All right.
Just email me if you change your mind.”

She walked him
to the door, where they looked at each other for a minute. Then Lori asked one
final question. “How many virgins have you had sex with?”

Ander glanced
away, and she could tell he was trying to compose the best answer.

“The truth,”
she said. “No pretending. How many.”

He let out a
breath and met her eyes. “Just one. You’re my first.”

“Oh.” She
swallowed. “You’re my first too.”

They said
goodbye then. And as Lori watched him start down the hall, she acknowledged
that he was probably one of the most fascinating people she’d ever met.

And really,
really good in bed.

She’d done what
she wanted to do. She was a virgin no longer. Now she could approach the rest
of her life without the burden that had been troubling her for years.

Getting Sabrina
to research male escorts for her had been an excellent idea.

***

The next week, Lori emailed Ander
asking if she could schedule another engagement.

He replied
within the hour, saying he’d had a cancellation for the following Thursday.

She’d decided
she might as well get a little more experience while she was at it, since he
was available.

That weekend, Lori went out and
bought some new lingerie.

She didn’t have
much in the way of lingerie, usually sleeping in tank tops and pajama pants.
She really liked the cashmere nightie she’s worn for her second session with Ander,
and she thought it might be wise to buy up a few more similar pieces of
nightwear.

It wasn’t that
she thought she needed to impress or attract Ander, but feeling pretty and sexy
had made the evening more enjoyable for her. If she was going to do this, she
was determined to have a good time.

So she and Sabrina
had a grand shopping expedition on Saturday, searching boutiques and department
stores for lingerie that was simple and classy and didn’t look overtly sexy.

Sabrina, of
course, thought the whole situation was hilarious. She couldn’t believe her
virginal cousin had scheduled multiple engagements with a male escort. Lori was
forced to tolerate a significant amount of teasing over her decision to extend Ander’s
services.

Lori put up
with it good-naturedly. She was kind of embarrassed but she knew it wasn’t
worth getting uptight about. Sabrina mockery hid genuine affection, and Lori
thought her cousin was probably pleased that Lori had started to get over her
hang-up over sex—even if it had taken this atypical form.

The shopping
trip had resulted in several purchases, one of which Lori put on as she got out
of a bath on the following Thursday. The chemise was a silvery-gray satin with
gorgeous black lace on the straps, and the same lace overlaying the
princess-style bodice. It nearly reached her knees and wasn’t particularly
revealing, but Lori felt pretty and elegant as she looked at herself in the
mirror.

She brushed out
her hair, applied her favorite lotion, and tied on the gray satin robe that was
sold with the chemise. Then she went to count her cash and wait for Ander to
arrive.

She’d been
anticipating this evening for several days and more intensely for the last few
hours. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t need the help of a DVD to get in the
mood tonight.

Ander showed up
five minutes early again, dressed in a gray suit and black shirt without a tie.
When she opened the door, his eyes scanned her from newly-brushed hair to bare
feet. Then his mouth slowly lifted into a smile.

That same
urbane, sensual smile that he obviously used as a standard technique.

For some
reason, Lori realized she hated that smile. She felt the irresistible urge to
slap it off of his face.

Instead, she
asked bluntly, “Don’t you ever wear anything but black and gray?”

Ander blinked
and the smile faltered. “Excuse me?”

“Every time I
see you, you’re dressed in black and gray. I was wondering if you own anything
in another color.”

He lifted his
eyebrows slightly and his eyes lingered on her own outfit. Black and gray.

Lori sniffed
disdainfully as she stepped aside to let him in. “I’m not saying anything is
wrong
with black and gray. I was just wondering.”

“Were you?”

Confused by his
slightly amused expression, she wondered what he was implying. Then she decided
to just be pleased that she’d gotten rid of that annoying fake smile. “Did you
have a good week?” she asked, following him into the room.

Ander put his
case on the table as usual and turned to look at her. “It was about normal.
You?”

“Pretty good.”
Now she was torn between ironic amusement over the bland nature of their small
talk and the acknowledgement that, in this context, they would just never get
any less superficial.

His lip
twitched as he opened his case. “Did you try the vibrator?”

“Yes,” she
said, beaming up at him as she thought about her successes. “It’s great. Thanks
so much for getting it for me.”

“Any problems
coming?”

“No. I mean,
once I get in the mood, I can make it work pretty well.”

She’d been so
excited about the vibrator that she’d tried to use it every day. But she’d
found that she still had trouble reaching orgasm if she wasn’t really aroused.
Concluding that there was no reason to come if she wasn’t really turned-on,
she’d determined it to be a success.

“Good.” He
pulled out a DVD, a tube of lube, and a couple of condoms from his case. “So,
in terms of the parameters for tonight…”

Lori drew her
brows together. “Parameters?”

“Do you want to
continue as we have been? I know you’d originally intended to simply have sex
for the first time. Does your choosing to continue my services imply you’d like
to try something different? I’m happy to help you play out a fantasy. Most of
the clients who come to me regularly prefer me to play a more seductive or
romantic role than you initially asked for.”

A random
thought flashed through her mind, and she wondered if he
preferred
to
play roles, to pretend something that didn’t exist, to act as someone other
than himself when he was with his clients.

But that wasn’t
what she wanted. It would make her feel fake, silly, and kind of sleazy. So she
shook her head. “I prefer the way we’ve done it before, if that’s all right. No
pretending or anything.”

“Of course,” Ander
said mildly. “Shall we watch another one of the short films?”

Lori opened her
mouth to say she didn’t need one but then was hit by an unexpected wave of
embarrassment and self-consciousness. There was no good reason for it, but she
was suddenly mortified by the idea of admitting that she was ready to jump into
bed right away. So she just smiled, nodded, and went to sit down on the sofa.

It wasn’t like
they could fuck for five whole hours anyway. It was still just her second time.

The second of
the short erotic films on the DVD was actually better than the first one, and Lori
was extremely turned-on when it ended thirty minutes later. While Ander was
shutting it off, she stood up and slid off her robe.

She thought she
looked nice, and she had every right to wear what she wanted when she was
paying a lot of money for the experience. She still felt a wave of
self-consciousness, though, when Ander turned around and took in her lacy
chemise.

No expression
was evident in his blue-gray eyes. She really hoped he didn’t think she looked
silly.

Without being
prompted, she went to turn back the covers and lie down. Ander moved the
condoms and lubricant to the nightstand and turned off all the lights except
the bathroom light.

She watched as
he wordlessly undressed, and this time she wasn’t remotely tempted to snicker.

When he got
into bed and moved over her, she sucked in a gasp as his face lowered toward
hers. For a moment, she was sure he would kiss her, but he just trailed a line
along her jaw with his lips.

The foreplay
was just as slow, attentive, and delicious as it had been before. Lori panted
and squirmed beneath him, occasionally having to bite back a few helpless
moans.

After what felt
like an exquisite, torturous eternity, Lori finally couldn’t wait any longer.
Her hands were splayed across the back of his bald head, and she had to fight
not to use her fingernails to dig into the smooth skin. One of Ander’s hands
cupped her breast, alternating between squeezing and rubbing circles against
the nipple. And the other hand had bent up one of her legs so he could reach
the sole of her foot. He was giving it the most delicious massage she’d ever
experience. Which, when combined with his mouth moving skillfully between her
free breast and her belly, sent Lori into agonized erotic urgency.

She couldn’t
remember ever being this aroused before. And Ander showed no signs of slowly or
stopping.

Part of her was
amazed that she was no longer embarrassed or self-conscious. Her classy chemise
was pushed up brazenly above her breasts. Her body was twisted into an
undignified position, her spine arching and her hips rocking wantonly. Her
hands eagerly clutched at Ander’s head, pushing his mouth more firmly against
her flesh. And one of her legs was folded up so that her knee was pressed
toward her shoulder. The position stretched her groin, and her throbbing
arousal was sopping wet and exposed to the cool air of the room. She wasn’t
making any noises, but even her frantic breathing sounded shameless and overly
eager.

But she wasn’t
embarrassed. Not even when she finally gasped out, “No more. Please, Ander. I
need you to fuck me. Please.”

He straightened
up immediately, releasing the nipple he’d been suckling with a faint smacking
sound.

As he rolled
the condom onto his hard erection and lubed up, he murmured, “I think we better
try missionary again this time. You’re still likely to be really tight.”

Lori just
nodded mutely and tossed her head on the pillow, barely able to hold her body
still as she waited.

Then finally Ander
settled himself between her legs, pushing her thighs farther apart and lining
his cock up at her entrance. He didn’t use his fingers to test her readiness.
He must already know that she was hotly, wetly aroused.

“Breathe a few
times for me,” Ander said, bracing himself above her and staring down into her
face.

Lori did as he
said, and on her third exhale she felt his large cock pushing into her,
stretching her channel and slowly sinking inside her.

It didn’t hurt
nearly so much this time, but the discomfort still there. She arched up
dramatically and fisted her hands in the sheets.

“Is it all
right?” Ander asked a little thickly, holding himself perfectly still.

She managed to
look up at him, noticing that his skin had broken out with a faint sheen of
perspiration. “Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

He waited
patiently until she’d relaxed and caught her breath again. Then she reached up
to grab at his shoulders the way she had last time. “Okay.”

“Are you going
to want me to come again this evening?” Ander asked, before he started to move.

Lori just stared
up at him, so turned on she had trouble understanding the purpose of the
question.

“It’s easier if
I know beforehand, so I won’t take so long after you’ve come. But I’m more than
able to delay it,” Ander explained, “If you want me to stay hard. If you want
to come several times—”

“Oh,” she
interrupted. Once again, she found the whole idea a little disturbing. “No. I
don’t think so. It’s just my second time and I don’t want you to thrust me raw
trying to give me multiple orgasms. You come like last time, if that’s all
right.”

“All right.”

He helped her
adjust her legs, bending them up on either side of his hips. Then he braced
himself on straightened arms and started to thrust.

She focused on
pumping her hips in time with his and she even remembered to squeeze around him
occasionally with her internal muscles. This time, they didn’t speak, and the
only sounds in the room were her accelerated breathing and the rhythmic
squeaking of the bed.

For some
reason, the squeaking of the bed—the audible result of their carnal motion—gave
her silly jolts of pride and pleasure.

After a few
minutes, Lori’s pulse began to race and she felt overwhelmed with waves of
heat. Her steady rocking beneath Ander became more urgent and clumsy as the
deep pressure of her arousal began to tighten into a delicious knot.

Ander’s eyes
were focused and unreadable, but she thought she could see his features begin
to tense up a little. That tiny evidence of physical response made Lori clench
around his cock.

He grunted when
she did and jerked his head to the side. His steady thrusting speeded up but
never faltered. She’d moved her hands unconsciously down to his ass, and she
could feel the firm muscles there clenching and unclenching with each pitch of
his hips.

She began to
shake as the erotic pressure got deeper and deeper at her center. She writhed
beneath him, desperate for it to finally break.

“You’re about
to come, Lori,” Ander murmured hoarsely. “Try not to clench up like that.”

She gave a
soft, tiny sob as her body twisted. “I can’t. Help.”

He shifted his
weight onto one hand. He adjusted her legs again, pushing them up even farther.
Then he pulled up enough to squeeze his free hand down between their bodies so
he could find and massage her clit.

Her orgasm
broke at the first pressure of his thumb. Her cry of pleasure and relief was no
more than a raspy exhale, but her whole body shook and jerked beneath him as
the spasms sliced through her.