Call Girl Changed My Life

When I was 10 and my sister Maxine was 7, something happened that changed our lives forever, especially mine. Max, as our family called her, and I got along great as kids. She was this adorable child with big brown eyes and thick dark curly hair, but she had a slight birth defect that caused her to walk with a limp, and it meant she couldn't run well. So, kids being kids, Max took a lot of abuse from neighborhood idiots. Sometimes it happened when she was by herself, and she'd come home crying from being called a gimp or worse things that I won't even mention here. But if I was around, and I heard anyone say anything cruel to her, I'd run to defend her. So I got into some fights, even with boys 3 or 4 years older, and I'd inevitably lose those. But it never stopped me from trying to protect my little sister. As a result, we were close as could be as children.

One summer Sunday, our family, mom and dad and Max and I (Eric) were at a local park for a picnic. We were having a nice time, dad and I throwing a ball around for a while, Max and I playing together. You know, family time. After lunch, I was helping mom clean up while dad went off to the bathroom. A dog wandered by not on a leash and Max, like most sweet kids, walked over and started petting the dog, a medium sized mutt. I saw her and I went towards her to check out what was going on when Max let out a huge screech. The dog had her arm in his teeth and she was terrified and screaming in pain. I ran the rest of the way and I hit the dog to get it to let go, which it did. Unfortunately for me, the dog turned its attention to me and started scratching and biting, getting a bunch of bites on my face, tearing my cheek, biting off part of my left ear and bite marks on my shoulder and arm. I couldn't even feel any pain at first as I was slipping into shock. I could hear my mother screaming in the background, along with others, and then I blacked out.

I woke up in the ER sometime later, being worked on by a few doctors and nurses. And I was in unbelievable pain. I never felt anything like it, before or since. Searing pain on the left side of my face. I felt more pain on my body, but it was nothing compared to my face. I was vaguely aware that Max was crying nearby as well, but for once, I wasn't concerned about her. The doctor told me I was going to surgery and they gave me a shot which quieted me down. Then everything went black again.

When I woke up again, mom was by my side and she looked awful. Her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn't slept in days, though it had only been a single day. I had thick bandages on the left side of my face and on the left side of my upper body and arm. The pain was down to a deep, dull ache and my head was spinning from what I later learned was morphine.

The wounds to my shoulder and arm weren't very serious. The wounds to my ear and face were another matter. Without a skilled plastic surgeon and as many as a dozen surgeries I was going to have some serious scars. The surgeon wasn't a problem; one was willing to do the work for whatever my parents insurance would pay. But the hospital bills would, even after insurance, be impossible for my parents to afford. They did what they could. but I was still left with some very serious scars and a misshapen ear.

Thankfully, Max's injuries were fairly minor. She'd heal up just fine, with barely a mark on her arm. And an orthopedic surgeon who was friends with the plastic surgeon donated his services to fix her leg, She'd learn to walk normally like everyone else.

When I went home from the hospital I needed a lot of help at first. Thankfully mom was already a housewife, the hardest job of all, but her job would get harder. My bandages had to be changed a couple of times a day and the wounds cleaned. At first, mom couldn't help but cringe, but she learned to not react when she saw the damage. I would heal with her help, my physical wounds, anyway.

Psychologically was another story, however. I was horrified by my own disfigurement. Even after a few surgeries, the scars were obvious, and on my face, the worst place imaginable in my mind. I went from being a nice looking kid to a freak, again, at least in my own mind. I didn't want to see any of my old friends, I hated the thought of going to school, where everyone stared when I returned. I got some sympathy but I also got a lot of cruel remarks behind my back. I became sullen and withdrawn, even with seeing a child psychologist.

I did well in school. It was easy to study since I wouldn't get involved in any sports or other activities. Gradually, I lost my friends. It wasn't their fault. I couldn't be around people any more than I absolutely needed. I went from being a happy kid to an angry teen.

And my relationship with Max suffered greatly. She still loved me, and I loved her, but deep inside I blamed her for what happened to me, unreasonable as that was. It wasn't her fault that dog attacked her. BTW, the dog was put to sleep. Normally that would have upset me, since I loved animals. But I lost no sleep over this one being euthanized.

So Max and I became more distant over the years. She thrived. She grew into a beautiful woman, with friends and boys interested in her, she was active in school activities, and she was headed for a good life. She went away to college when the time came. I stayed home, going to a local school so I didn't have to live with strangers who would always ask questions. I got enough stares as it was. When I graduated with a degree in computer science, I got a job where I could work night hours, when there weren't many others around then office. Eventually I made enough money to find my own apartment and live quietly away from others. I never went out, never socialized, even when invited by acquaintances at school. I never went on a single date. I was destined to be alone.

Still, I wanted to lose my virginity. What man doesn't want that, whether straight or gay, or the other options these days? So one night, I summoned up my courage and decided to have a visit from a call girl instead of jerking off to porn as I usually did. I needed to feel the touch of a woman, her body, her softness. I needed to know if I could make love to a woman.

I called this ad in the back of a local "underground" paper that advertised discreet in home services. The woman I spoke to was very pleasant. I told her what I was looking for, which wasn't difficult. I answered a few questions about what kind of woman I was attracted to. Dark hair and eyes, bust size not important, but I did tell her I preferred women with long legs. It would be $700 plus a tip for two hours. I didn't want to feel rushed. I even wanted to sit and talk with her first, even share some wine and a snack, like being on a real date.

"Laurel" came over that night, and she was a lovely girl, a couple of years younger than me. Small breasts, very trim and at 5'8", she had legs that went on forever. Most important, when she saw my face, she didn't react at all. No cringe, no sign she was repulsed by my appearance. She wore a nice grey and light blue dress and she had a real touch of class.

I invited her to sit in the living room, where I had some cheese and crackers out with some fruit and a closed bottle of wine. She let me know in a subtle way that we needed to settle business first, so I handed her the fee plus a $300 tip. I figured sleeping with me meant she would be earning it.

She had some wine with me, ate a little from the cheese, and we talked for a while. Very pleasant.

"Eric, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?"

"I guess it depends what you want to know. You may ask."

"Well, I guess anyone would want to know what happened to your face. I mean, it's obvious its an old injury, and from the other side, you're a very handsome man. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But you can tell me. I won't make you uncomfortable."

So I told her the story of going to my sisters defense when the dog attacked. How I came to get the worst of it.

"Tell me more, Eric. You can tell me anything, you can tell me everything. I'd like to help you. You're a very nice man, and a gentleman. I don't end up meeting too many of those."

She was just so easy to talk to. Very sweet. I mean, I knew it was her job, but I thought she was also sincere. So I told her the rest of my story, how I was so self-conscious over my wounds that I never socialized with anyone, especially women.

She thought for a minute, then asked "Eric, have you ever been with a woman before?"

I couldn't answer. I was so ashamed. Laurel got up and sat right next to me on the couch. She stroked my cheek, the scarred one, and my ear and she whispered "You can tell me the truth. I'm not here to judge you, Eric. Think of me as a therapist. You have nothing to feel uncomfortable about with me." When she kissed me on my scarred cheek, I just fell apart and I cried, the first time in more than 10 years. Laurel held me as I told her I'd never even been on a date, never had kissed a woman before. She rocked me in her arms and she stroked my hair. "Let your pain go, Eric. Just let it all go." And I did, for 15 minutes she held me in her arms and I held her as I cried. I couldn't believe how good this felt. I mean, there was pain, but it was going away with every minute, every sob. I thought this must be what catharsis really is. A difficult act that eases your long time suffering.

Finally I was cried out. I had no more tears to shed. I looked at Laurel and said "Thank you. Not even my mother could do that for me. Oh, shit, look. I left a stain from my tears on the shoulder of your dress."

She smiled at me, a smile of great kindness. "Don't worry about that, Eric. It's just water, mostly. It will dry in a while." She held my face gently. "Eric, I never, ever do this with...a client...but may I kiss you? A man should know what that feels like, the kiss of a woman. It's kind of frowned upon in my line of work. But I want to, for myself as much as for you."

"Are you sure you want to? You don't have to. I don't want you to pity me."

Laurel's face got serious. "I would never do that, pity you. I feel bad for what you missed all these years, but I think you were a very brave person, and you still are. It's not easy to admit all that to a stranger. Now please, let me kiss you."

I nodded yes, and, at age 25, I finally shared my first kiss with a woman. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Laurel's kiss was sweet and warm, kind and tender. At first we kissed like that, lips together and closed, I soon reached for her and I held a woman also for the first time, as someone I was desiring, and who was desiring me as well. We shifted so we were sitting as close as we could get and our lips parted as I tasted her tongue, teasing me, just flicking at my mouth. We became more and more passionate and it was so exciting. She was responding to me as well, which I just didn't expect. I've seen Pretty Woman, I knew prostitutes weren't supposed to kiss clients, and besides, I wasn't exactly Richard Gere, in the looks department nor was I rich. Not even close.

We broke our kiss, and I was breathing hard, and that wasn't the only thing hard about me. Laurel was smiling, and she was also breathing harder. "Eric, can you give me a minute? I need to make a phone call."

"Sure, Laurel, take your time."

"My names not Laurel, Eric. Call me Beth, ok? My real name."

Beth got her cell phone from her purse and dialed a number. "Hello, Evelyn? It's Beth. Yes everything is fine, He's a very nice man." She winked at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Thing is, I'm not feeling well, so after this call, I'm going home. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know when I'll be available again. Sometime later in the week, I'm sure. Yes, Evelyn, I will. I will. Good night."

"What was that about?" I asked curiously.

"I took myself off the job for the rest of the night." She reached into her bag, and brought out money, and she handed it to me. "Here. I'm returning your tip. I have to keep the $700. I have to turn that in to the service, which you hired. But I'm not keeping your tip."

"I don't understand, Beth. Did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?"

"Silly man. I'm not leaving. I'm staying. I'll stay all night, if you want." She actually looked nervous, even shy.

"Seriously? Do you mean it? I mean, do you really want to stay all night?"

"If you want me to. There's something about you, Eric. Something very sweet and vulnerable. Most of the men who call for me and the others are just looking to get laid."

"Honestly, Beth, that's what I was doing. I wasn't expecting anything more. I don't want to mislead you."

"You are sweet. I know what you were looking for. But the others just want to get in bed or wherever as soon as the women get here. They just want to get sucked and fucked. Pardon my language."

"I've heard the words before. I even use them sometimes."

"See? You're very sweet. Anyways, I want to spend the night with you, Eric. I like you. That's why I gave you the 300 back. I'm staying because I want to, not because you paid for me. Besides, I doubt you could afford the whole night" Beth said with a giggle. "We can have sex, we can make love, or we can hold each other and talk. We can do all of the above. I hope we'll do at least one of the first two. I'm very turned on now."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This beautiful woman, a pro, was telling me she wanted to spend the night with me because...because she wanted to. "Are you sure you want to do this, Beth? You know I don't know how to make love to a woman."

She approached me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I think you'll find you know a lot more than you think you do. Just do what comes naturally. And don't be ashamed if you cum quickly the first time. It's not unusual. And you'll do much better the second time. Especially the third time" she giggled again.

"Third time? I think you're giving me too much credit."

"We'll see. Now take me to your bedroom."

I took her hand and led Beth to my room. I stood nervously and she stepped into my arms again, and again she gave me a sexy, sexual kiss. This time I explored her mouth. She tasted great, she felt great. I could feel her breasts on my chest through her bra and dress and my shirt. and I wanted to feel her closer. But I was unsure how quickly to proceed, so I let Beth set the pace. She kissed my neck as she unbuttoned my shirt and I felt her lips and tongue tasting my chest. I whimpered from the sensation. This felt so much better than I ever could have imagined. I felt her warm breath on my chest, blowing the soft hairs and I shivered. My cock was straining in my pants, all 6 inches dying to get out. But then I got cold feet.

"Beth, wait. Please."

She stopped what she was doing. "Eric, what's the matter?"

"I don't see how you can be attracted to me. I'm just ugly. Nowhere near good enough for you."

She got a frustrated look on her face. "You know, I sleep with a decent number of men. It's my job and I make them feel good, but it doesn't turn me on. Right now, I'm very wet between my legs. And you're still not convinced, All right, come with me."

She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "Stand here" she said, putting me in front of the mirror I only ever use for shaving. "Now look at yourself."

I stood there, uncomfortable with making eye contact with myself. Beth lifted my head and I stared at my reflection. Looking back at me was that scar that had tormented me for so many years. Beth traced my scar with her slender fingers and elegantly manicured nails. "Look at what I see, Eric. I see a man who should embrace his scars. They're scars of honor, of a man who put himself in danger as a child to save his sister. You're beautiful, Eric. Inside and out. Don't tell yourself any different. I could have spent the night making a lot of money, you know. I preferred to stay here with you. Don't turn me away, Eric. If I leave, don't call for me again. It's your choice. You can believe me or not. I think you're beautiful. You have a minute to decide if you want to be with me. Not as a prostitute. As a lover."

It sounded so good and I desperately wanted to listen to her. Yet that face stared back at me. She kept touching my cheek.

I turned around and looked at that beautiful woman, I mean really beautiful. Those warm dark eyes almost pleading with me. I stepped into Beth and held her and kissed her with more confidence than I felt. She cooed in my ear "That's much better. You need to take me to bed now before I take your virginity here in the bathroom. I don't think you really want that, do you?"

I shook my head and we went back to the bedroom. Beth removed my clothes more urgently this time, My shirt, then my pants were gone. She ran her hands over my chest and legs, avoiding my boxers and my cock there. "You have such a nice body. Very firm. I wonder if something else is firm for me." She then brushed her hand over the front of my shorts and I groaned as she cradled my cock and balls. "MMM very firm, Very nice. Eric, we're going to have so much fun together." She brushed my lips with her own and I felt my legs go weak.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. But I don't know what to do, to make you feel good."

Beth smiled, showing a mouth of perfect, white teeth. "That's ok. I'll guide you. But right now you don't have to worry about that. This time is going to be all about you and your pleasure. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Beth turned around and said "Unzip my dress, Eric." I pulled the zipper down her back and I saw her smooth upper back and I couldn't resist kissing her there. "Oh, that's so nice. So sexy. See, you do have good instincts. You're going to do fine." She then pushed me to sit on the bed and moved back a couple of steps. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her wearing a light blue lace bra and panty set that contrasted her smooth, tan skin perfectly. Her tall, slender body was so sleek, like a gazelle. Those legs, my favorite part of a woman, were perfect. She stood there like that, with blue heeled strappy sandals and said "What do you think?"

"I think you're magnificent. Just what I wanted every time I fantasized about a woman."

"You're very smooth, baby. You know just what to say to a woman." She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, and she took it off very slowly. I saw my first pair of breasts besides on a computer screen or a magazine. They were just as tan as the rest of her body and her nipples were thick and hard, darker brown than her skin. Not large, maybe a 34B, and just right for her body. I thought I might cum in my shorts just looking at her. "Would you like to touch them, baby? Kiss them too?" I could only nod, speechless. "You're so cute. Stay right there." Beth sat next to me and cradled my head in her hands. She kissed me again and then guided my mouth to her left breast. I kissed all around the flesh, so soft and firm at the same time. Beth moaned softly, her fingers gliding through my hair. I instinctively lifted my left hand to her right breast and touched the nipple tentatively as I licked the left one with the same careful manner.

"Eric, baby, that's lovely, but don't be afraid, You can use more pressure with your fingers and your lips. They love the attention." I did as she said, rolling her one nipple with my fingers as I sucked the other like I had dreamed of doing so many times over the years. I heard Beth suck in her breath and her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging a little. After a few minutes, I switched, sucking the right and playing with the now wet left nipple. "Bite them, baby. Not too hard though." I used my teeth and Beth let out a soft cry. Her responses gave me more confidence and I suckled harder while pinching her left, and she reached for my lap and put her hand in my underwear. I gasped around her nipple as she stroked me with just the right amount of pressure. Three or four strokes later, I grunted and I came in what felt like a quart of my semen. It was intense, but I was embarrassed to be done so quickly.