A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, who always make my stories a better read. I should mention that I make changes after their edits so any mistakes I take total responsibility for.
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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?"
