My shady lady love

I did not imagine ever telling this story, but my daughter — who is old enough — reads this page and she tells me, “Oh Daddy, you MUST tell it, it’s so beautiful.”
Well, I don’t think of it as beautiful, but I’m not unbiased. Anyway, here is the story and I warn you it’s a little long.
At the beginning I am 25 years old and I have just taken the job as business manager for a small denominational college whose name I will not reveal. It is sponsored by a denomination who are very strict in their rules of behavior and very fundamental in their beliefs.
I guess 25 is a little young to be business manager of a real four-year college. I got the job through a friend whose mother is related to the president. She recommended me and I had an MA in business and some experience running the student bookstore at my own college, so I got the job, which also was largely because they had trouble finding a man for the job, which does not pay real highly.
They would have preferred a married man but nobody with a family to support would work for their salary. I was single and also celibate because of my parents’ very strict upbringing and also I could never bring myself to take advantage of some young lady if I didn’t mean to marry her. And I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to marry.
So then I had my brother Dave enroll at the college, to live in the men’s dormitory. Dave is 21 and unlike me he had rebelled against our parents’ strict upbringing and had been sewing some wild oats and gotten kicked out of my old college. I got him into this college with a strict admonition he must not fool with any of the coeds. He looked at some of them and said, “Are you kidding? Fool around with these dogs?” That was unkind, but this wasn’t a college for girls interested in popularity.
Well by the middle of the first semester things seemed to be going well. I hadn’t run into any problems I couldn’t handle and Dave seemed to have settled down and was doing well. Then one Friday afternoon he came into my office and said, “Mark, you’ve got to drive me in to L.A. tomorrow. I’ve got to get together with my hooker friend Lurlene, cuz if I don’t get some action soon I’ll go nuts and maybe attack one of these doggy girls.”
(L.A. is about 50 miles away and Dave couldn’t drive in himself because his license had been revoked.)
After considerable discussion I agreed and drove him in to Lurlene’s apartment. She is one of some hundreds of young women who advertise their availability in small underground newspapers and work at home. Dave told me he had tried several other of these women but Lurlene was the best.
“She’s really fantastic, wait till you see her,” he said.
I went up to the apartment with him and Lurlene came out to greet us and she was really striking. Tall, six-two, and with a beautiful body and lovely face. Oh, and she was black. She greeted me warmly and said, “Dave has told me what a nice person you are, and it really is nice of you to drive him in here.”
They went into the bedroom and I watched television. When they were done Dave wanted to take a shower so Lurlene came in to talk with me. She asked me about my work and said that was very impressive, business manager of a college.
I brushed this off and then asked the thing that was bothering me. “You are such a beautiful young woman, surely you can find some better work to do than this.”
She didn’t take offense. She smiled and said, “I came out here to try to be a model and get into television. I have done some modeling and a few commercials, but it isn’t very reliable work. This pays well and I do need a steady income because I have a five-year-old girl to take care of.”
This led to a discussion of her daughter, Giselle, and she showed me some pictures of a very cute, bright eyed five-year-old. Lurlene said, “You’re the first man whose ever wanted to see pictures of my daughter. Most men when they come up here have absolutely no interest in pictures of a little girl.”
I asked where Giselle was and Lurlene told me that when she had an appointment she took her to her sister in the same apartment building.
After that there were three more times I took Dave to Lurlene, and each time we had more pleasant conversation. She proved to have a really good mind and was not at all what you might expect a prostitute to be like. In fact, she told me once about a program she was in with her church’s women’s group.
I never asked her about Giselle’s father, but I gathered from some things she said that he had run out on Lurlene when he learned she was pregnant, and she had no wish ever to see him again.
Then one Saturday when I took Dave in we found Lurlene with a problem. Her sister had gone back to visit their mother in Oklahoma and she had no one to look after Giselle. So I said, “What the heck, I can look after her for an hour or so.”
So I took this bright, pretty little girl for a walk and learned she had no inhibitions about her mother’s occupation. There are lots of men, she told me, who need love and understanding but don’t have anybody to give it to them, so her mother supplied it, for a price. But Giselle didn’t plan to follow the same profession, she wanted to be a doctor.
We passed a soda fountain and I offered to buy her a soda but she said,”Thank you very much, but I don’t think at this time of the day I should have one.”
Then she asked me, “Do you have someone to give you love and understanding?” and I said I hadn’t found the right person yet, but I still hoped to,
We got back to her apartment and she told her mother, “Mark is such a nice man and he doesn’t have anyone to give him love and understanding. Couldn’t you do it for him and not charge him anything?”
Lurlene said, “I would love to, honey, if Mark will let me.”
Giselle said, “Please let her, Mark, or else you will make my Mommy unhappy.” Lurlene said, “She’s right, Mark honey. I would really feel bad if you didn’t let me give you some of the love and understanding you’ve been missing.”
So what could I say? Dave took Giselle out for another walk and she said, “By this time it’s all right for me to have a soda.”
Lurlene took me into her room and I was a little afraid I would be too self conscious and unable to perform, but when she slipped off her robe and I saw that wonderful nude body, and then she fastened a warm loving kiss on my lips, there was no question that I would be able to enjoy My First Time to the fullest.
Well, that was s ago and maybe it isn’t a beautiful story, but as I said, my daughter, Giselle, thinks it is. Yes, I adopted her after Lurlene and I were married and we also have two younger children of our own.
I have a much better job now with a major university. Dave finally fell for one of those “dogs” at that little denominational college and they are happy together and she and Lurlene are good friends. Lurlene makes no secret of her past, but it is also obvious to anyone who knows her that she is much happier giving love and understanding to just one man — me.

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