First time left me in awe with Eve at EBC

[nostril15]

I was a virgin. There, I said it.
You know how people say they feel safe behind their monitor posting stuff on the internet cause no one knows who you are? It’s true. Some people become the meanest people in the world and say hurtful things they normally would not and others feel the courage to say things they’d never admit in public.
Remember when you saw the movie ‘The 40 Year Old Virgin’? I recall being in the theater with friends and everyone was laughing and roaring at Steve Carell’s frantic attempts to lose his virginity. Everyone was laughing…except me. I was doing a lot of cringing. Good thing it was dark. No one saw…
Now I’m not 40, but I’m not young anymore either. And I run across a lot of women who just get that amazed/shocked expression on their faces when they find out. The comments that come out are: ‘but you’re good-looking’, ‘you take good care of yourself’, ‘you’re funny and nice’, ‘I’d date you if I didn’t have a boyfriend’, and my all-time favourite ‘HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN??’
Okay, let’s put to rest the stereotype that if you’re good-looking, single and freaking OLD you must be 1) a psycho, 2) a closet molester and 3) absolutely have no people skills whatsoever because I’m none of those. I don’t care if you really believe me, but this post is for others who’re in the same boat as me, and I just wanna say that you’re not alone.
Still with me here? I’ll get to Eve cause I want to save the best for last. And she was out of this world…
Aiight. So, how was I still a virgin? Well, the story is pretty convoluted and long, but in the end it all makes some crazy kind of sense.

I met this guy named ‘Ted’. Ted always had this pride, this immaculate need to look great, be great and generally date the prettiest girl around. He needed it because his ego was one of the biggest and darkest black holes I had ever seen. He constantly needed to be fed compliments just to feel good. He was also a really good-looking guy cause he looked like the split image of Brad Pitt. He was also very athletic with barely any body fat to him and he worked out. He was ripped. And he knew it. He turned girl’s eyes wherever he went. He was at the gym. He was on the football team. But the screwed up part was he rarely ever got any girlfriends. And I was along for the bumpy ride cause I was his only best friend. Whether it be school or the club he’d always go after the best-looking girls, whether they had boyfriends or not, and despite what you may have read stealing girls away from boyfriends with great-looks and charm doesn’t work very well in real life. It makes you hated. It earns you a bad rep, and that rep really gets around. We found out the hard way. Being his best friend, I lost count of the number of times I tried to set him straight. But he wouldn’t listen. He kept on doing the same thing, time and time again. And that got him more and more hated. And that got me thrown in the same boat. But I stuck it out with him. Cause he was my best friend.
We both got jobs as lifeguards at a city pool. It was at this job that Ted was accused of sexual assault on another girl lifeguard. He fought the charge and told me he was innocent. The girl told me what happened, but I didn’t believe her. It wasn’t rape. From what she said I figured at most it was molestation. But my friend was charged with sexual assault and fired on the spot. I even met a really pretty blonde lifeguard and we were getting friendly. Then she found out about my friend and the growing friendship totally turned hostile. Being my best friend I believed him and soon quit after, because at that point all my coworkers and supervisors hated me as well. But looking back on it, I really did think he assaulted that girl. I was pretty blinded at the time with loyalty to my best friend.
University. And more of the same from my friend Ted. This is where it fell apart. With a huge population of women, he really went to work. He ended up breaking up a lot of relationships, both boyfriend, girlfriend and even a few married relationships, all just to satisfy his massive ego. Then he got arrested for breaking and entering into a girl’s apartment because she broke up with him. Then he got into an argument with a girl he had been stalking in a bar. The girl got so angry with him she punched him in the face. The bouncers threw her out and he sauntered back over and told everyone that it wasn’t his fault.
I remember that night vividly because that was the night I told him our friendship was over. And I walked out of the club, got in my car and drove out of his life.
Time went by. And then I almost died. I had a brain tumor coupled with an aneurism. It almost killed me. The surgeons who operated said I was very lucky. After the freaky incident, I started eating right. I started exercising and slowly ramped it up. I’ve been working out for almost 12 months straight now. But I got to thinking that it could happen again. My family is really prone to medical conditions that kills you. And Time wasn’t standing still. Hell with it, I know it’s been said, but I didn’t want to die a virgin. I wanted to get laid. If the brain condition happened to me once, it could happen again without me knowing it.
So I started browsing the ‘net. I’ve been lurking on boards like these for a while now. I really took note of who the really great girls are. I wanted my first time to be with someone who was kind, nice, caring, tender and above all treat you like you were her world and she was excited just to be with you.
I was looking for a ‘Companion’! Kidding! You nerds out there probably got that sci-fi reference!
I had my search narrowed down to a few great girls. But one girl stood out above all the rest – though the others sounded really wonderful too. It was hard to chose. But I felt like I wanted my first time to be memorable. To be special.

 

[nostril15]

I went with Eve at EBC.

Eve was everything that I read about. And more. Lots more. My experience at EBC didn’t start out so well. I made an appointment, walked in 5 mins early… and had to wait a long time. Wayyyyy past the appointed time. Well, I thought maybe it was normal. I was kinda hard to concentrate on that Maxim magazine I was reading because the girl in the next room over was moaning really loudly. Then I heard heels clicking away down the hallway. My heart sped up cause I thought ‘wow, it’s time!’. And the heels walked on by. Someone even close the door more. I think my heart fell. Seriously, it made a ‘kuplunk’ sound. Then the sound of the heels walk back to the door… and past it. Boy, I was really thinking nasty thoughts at Life. Really, here was, ready to pay good money (pay money!!) for a girl whom I knew always had a great time with guys, and it looked like that wasn’t even gonna happen!
By this time I had waited a pretty long time and was having second thoughts about doing this. Truth be known, I had just had a hard workout prior to going there and I was pretty sore and tired. I was thinking of walking out the door when I noticed the room door opening slowly. I didn’t recall hearing the sound of heels coming down the hall. Looking over curiously, I think time stopped when I saw a beautiful dark-haired brunette woman peek over the side of the door. I couldn’t see much of her but what I did see was beautiful.
Long, dark brunette hair cascaded over her nice shoulders and down her back like a gently waterfall. Her eyes looked at me with amusement, mirth and warmth. But most of all, they danced with a gentle kindness not seen in a lot of girls. I know, I know, how can eyes do that? Exaggerating much? She did it in such a flirty and shy fashion that it made me totally at ease with just her glance. I think I forgot about leaving then and there. Her voice matched the kindness her eyes showed and she apologized for being so late and that she had to do a few things as well as re-do her hair and would be back soon for me. I thought there was nothing wrong with her hair cause it looked great from where I was sitting, but I said ‘okay’.
Darn, another looooong wait followed. Thoughts of leaving once again surfaced in my mind. Seriously, you gotta wonder, even after briefly laying eyes on an angel like Eve a guy can only wait so long. And this was my first time in a place like that. To say that I was nervous was an understatement. Thoughts of what could go wrong, like a sudden police raid, me being cuffed, getting fingerprinted, my work-place getting called... I guess Eve must of read my thoughts – or she just has really good timing – because the receptionist opened the door and bade me to follow her to a room. As I walked down the dark corridor I tried my darndest to ignore the wet thumps and moans coming from various rooms. Then I got to the room and there stood Eve.
Wow. She wore a short, short one-piece black dress that ended way above the area that all guys are totally interested in, and it showed off her very shapely calves and thighs and her cute, round derrière. The smile she turned on was nothing short of full wattage. Combined with her eyes, I was speechless. She greeted me and reached out to shake my hand. I think all I managed to say was ‘sdsdkhl;slfs’ (not a typo, lol). I can’t remember all that happened cause it was over an hour of ‘wow’ that blurred into one big intimate and really fun time. What I do remember about Eve was that she was very kind all throughout, very considerate, and above all, very warm and understanding when she found out I was a virgin.
I think that was my one, big fear. I was afraid she would laugh or at least chuckle. But she did none of that, and I was supremely forever grateful. Instead, she calmly guided me through the pricing and slang for the services she offered. She even explained the GFE and what it included. And she did it in a way that didn’t make it like something you purchased off the shelf at Walmart. The thing is, she had me at ‘hello’. She didn’t have to go through all that cause I was there to spend it all on her. I didn’t even flinch at the idea. She made me feel special and comfortable, and that’s all this guy ever wanted. I went in not expecting much, but Eve turned that all on it’s head with her kindness, charm and warmth.
I won’t lie. My mind was in neutral just talking with that beautiful brunette. No gear was found. I admit it, I was still afraid of looking like a tool and didn’t know how to her I wanted to go all the way with her. And I’m sure she knew cause I don’t think I was the first virgin to wanted to lose it in a MP. I just wanted it to be with someone who really knew what they were doing and how to make it a great first time. So she asked me if it would be okay to just place the full amount on the dresser and anything we didn’t do she’d take off it. I can’t remember the way she said it, but she made it feel very comfortable and it led me to my ‘hell yes’ moment.
She started out with a sensual full body massage that was awesome. I really enjoyed it. Her hands were nice and strong, and they were everywhere, even my feet! And she did a wonderful job! She almost put me to sleep. My sore muscles were mucho thankful. I’m no expert masseuse but whatever she did felt really great. I remember nearly falling asleep when she leaned forward and I felt her lips on my ear. I woke up again…Heavy breathing could be heard as she began trailing kisses. Turning my head I saw her smiling at me and I think my heart started hammering in my chest. Looking into the mirror I saw her slide her black mini-dress off. It was like ohhhh boy…
We started LFK, then CBJ and she let me feel her nice breasts and suck on them a bit. She let me move into different positions and I enjoyed them all. She really spent a lot of time on top! And wow, was she into it. I think she broke out in more of a sweat than I did! In the end she admitted she spent way too much time on the massage because we actually got two knocks on the door. The first one she was on top and told me not to worry about it. We had to stop soon after that though because she said the second one was coming, and sure enough it did. I’m not sure how long we were in there but it was well over an hour. Finally, it came time to payment and she insisted that she started the LFK first so I didn’t have to pay. I wanted to give her the full payment anyways because she had been so wonderful to me, but she politely told me it was ok.
Overall, it was a very memorable experience with her. She was so easy to talk to it could make even the most bumbling dork comfortable. One person wrote that he wished he’d met Eve the first time he went to one of these places. I wholeheartedly agree. I would repeat with her in a heartbeat, but being in the work that I do, free time isn’t the most easiest thing to come by. Not to mention visiting with family and friends on the limited free time I have as well.
But to sum up the experience with Eve…Wow! If there’s a way to lose your virginity, one could do way, way worse than Eve. She could well be an ATF.
Eve, if you’re reading this, thank you for the wonderful memories and great experience. You were beautiful. I hope there can be a next time.

 

[Bad Santa]

Thank you Nostril15. Thank you for your honesty in sharing your story and your amazing review of a truly great lady! Very cool!

And btw, it was me who said I wished I had met someone like Eve the first time I pooned. She has such a laid back and easy going personality and is so incredibly hot and intense sexually at the same time, how could you possibly go wrong??

 

[nostril15]

true

Eve told me she was really nervous when she applied for her job at EBC. She recalled being in some really dungeon-like/crap places and didn't like them at all; for that matter, neither would I. EBC has great character though it's a bit small, but it's done up modern and very nice on the inside. I mentioned I drive by that place quite often and she said they want to keep EBC low-keyed. Still, I was very pleasantly surprised by what I saw.