Plan Plays Out
“Alise, I’m set. I filled out the extended questionnaire form, managed to be truthful, I’m ready to lose this Virginity and get on with life. You think of anything else I need to know? I’m clear on the birds and the bees story and ready to see how this goes, I’m not expecting much, other than taking this off my checklist.”
“Bree, wait a second. First, it’s not as clinical as all that. Yes, most girls experience a disappointment the first time. Like, is that all there is? The song you know? Just relax, you have orgasms, tell the guy what you want or like and see how it feels. He is meant to be of service to you and experienced. You won’t ever see this guy again, and you tell him what you want.”
“How do I know what I want? I have never done this before. I’m getting nervous now. I’m just trying to take this off my check list until I can meet a guy when maybe I fall in love…that is all. Oh, they were very clear on the rules. No kissing was underlined three times. They said that causes a personal intimacy and might ruin the experience or make it more about something else. Kissing they said is very personal. Like having ‘sex’ is not personal?”
“They have standards. Psychologists say that in kissing a person is a different bond of chemistry that can be triggered, this is to allow people to have sex, no questions asked, merely move through the process and have their reasons, and thrills and sex with a stranger. Don’t rebel Bree. Don’t ask to many questions, and just don’t think too much. It will mess you up on having an orgasm.”
“I am over analyzing, check, got it.”
“Now, I will drive you to the place. What are you going to wear, if I may ask? Got your breath mint too?”
“Alise, why does this need to be a fashion statement date? I’m just going to have sex with some stranger. Yes, have some mints, yes clean underwear, yes short attractive black dress to show my legs off. Do I meet your approval?”
“Look, just go do your thing. You are smart Bree, always sassy or too quick to fire off on things, but I love you. Get this one time to bed handled and then we can focus on getting out of college, move to the big city and start careers. Dating is optional later. You are on a mission called your career. I think you look hot. Men are attracted to dark hair, spunky girls that sass them back. You will have fun, I am sure. Just tell the guy what you want. This feels good, this does not and let the feelings take you. All kinds of new sensations are about to tell you about your body. Alise looked away. She was an expert in bed with guys and boys. I was the fumbling smart virgin. How did I ever not get this off my list till now?
We darted out to her car dodging the Oregon rain in Portland to head to this private club for sex matchups. I began to wonder if this was going to get weird. Some guy and woman started this service for college level students and ages only up to 29 years old. No one under 18 was allowed in supposedly. Most of it was experienced partners that like to throw back idea of the swinging fifties. That was a period in the USA of wife swapping, and a lot of sex. Polite gatherings in someone’s home with cocktails of course for the swingers that slept with each other’s partners. I was researching all the various phases of sexual revivals in history and never managed my own. I was so ashamed I never handled this with prom. Everyone handled this by prom as that was the passage. Womanhood was missing me, and I did not come across as a virgin. Far to independent and tomboyish with an outspoken mind I was. I was glad this kind of service sprang up in modern day needs. I hoped the health records were honest, but I carried three condoms that Alise bought for me just in case. She said have him wear two to be very safe. That made sense. She even showed me how to roll this on the guy once he was erected and aroused. She said I needed to ‘examine’ his penis too. This was becoming a science project. What is a best friend for but to make sure her BFF was educated, safe and knew what to do. I actually took a banana, squeezed the air out of the condom after tearing off the foil, and unrolled it on the fruit. She actually wanted to try out sucking it. I just wanted to get this done and get laid. I was clear on what was going to happen and just move with how my body reacted.
The drive through late day traffic surprised us both. Her BMW hummed along as we moved to the GPS direction on the commands for turning to the road that was where this business was housed. Outside was like any normal establishment. I wasn’t prepared for what was inside.
“Looks okay Bree and so keep me in the loop with calling me. I’m sure this will go as planned. I like the black little dress you invested in. Makes you look more sophisticated. You are all set girlfriend. If you need me speed dial me. They have a waiting Parlor I was told so I will park myself there for you. Building looks nice, don’t you agree?”
“Alise it does. Okay, here I go.”
Inside a person at a desk with a computer screen was greeting incoming attending folks. The main parlor was very nicely decorated like a NYC club room with grey colors and nice appointments. I was no longer on a campus environment with tattered furnishings. This could be a ‘men’s’ club where there were female call girls. A nice name for prostitutes, I was having second thoughts now. I looked as Alise began to take over to sign me in. I had to handle that myself. I was not her child or younger sister. I nudged out of the way and asked about the sign in giving my name and showing my ID. They were professional saying it would be about five minutes. This gave me no time to change my mind. One hurdle was done now. Alise poked me in the ribs. I looked around and saw only females in the waiting room. I wondered if they were all virginal? No matter, it does not really show.
The desk attendant handed me condoms. Made me sign an agreement and right there in glaring red letters was the RULE MENTION of ’NO KISSING.’ It followed a statement regarding saliva and that it allows the experience to be more sexual if kissing was avoided. I signed my initials to note I read that. Also, I was given something that was an electronic signal to trigger. It would immediately bring female attendant to the private space I was in. They seemed to be protecting the person and wanted to be sure I understood how this would work. I blushed, nodded and grabbed the small device, the condoms and was utterly embarrassed. Now what?
“They know my real name for the records, but I’m using Alise.”
Alise looked at me with a mix of fire pixie about to kill me and the deer in the headlight confusion. ‘Bree, why did you use my name?”
“They don’t know it is your name, be quiet, I need to focus and calm myself.
NEXT: THE PLAN PLAYS OUT
“Miss Collins, Alise Collins, please follow me.” I looked back over my shoulder seeing Alise glaring at me mouthing the fact I used her last name too. She was furious. I smiled back, and a point for Bree! I got my best friend mulling that over.