Zack was slender, six-foot tall, good looking, with a nice smile. Very smart he loved gaming and computers. A Masters in Electronic Engineering got him a high paying job in NYC. He didn't blink at the monthly $4,000+ studio apartment rental on West 23rd street in Manhattan.
Zack's most notable personality trait was his intense shyness. He was incapable of talking with any female, no matter the situation. His college mates made fun of him. A few tried to help him out, but it was fruitless. At 25 he had never been on a date. A virgin. His only sexual experience was on a solo vacation to the Bahamas after graduation. He found a high-end web site to arrange an escort. Each night for a week they met for dinner at local restaurants. He had trouble even looking at her. But she got him a little comfortable. He managed to do some simple chatting. Desperate for intercourse the best he could manage was hand jobs. Even with the escort's experience she could not get him to slow down. Just a few light strokes and he exploded. Despite having already masturbated several times earlier in the day. She had a great week at a thousand a night for under five minutes of hand jobs.
Zack's way to avoid women was to bury himself in work, gaming, and masturbating. He averaged fifty orgasms a week. Dreamed of a magical girl next door finding him and getting married. But he knew that would never happen.
The next year he went on a two-week vacation. Same spot in the Bahamas. Figured he would find an escort there.
He arrived in the afternoon and got settled. Went for dinner at the resort's outdoor beach facing restaurant. He drank his bottle of beer and was watching an older woman several tables away. They were the only singles at the moment. She was a very attractive slender 50ish lady. So lost was he that he did not pick up that she had noticed his interest.
She waved over the waiter. He returned with a new drink and a bottle of beer. Zack did notice that and thought 'oh she must be expecting a man'. The waiter stepped directly over to his table.
"Sir the lady would like you to join her." Zack was close to a full-blown anxiety attack. Started to mumble no thank you.
"Sir, that would be quite rude. She already has your beer. Let me introduce you." He picked up Zack's beer and led him over.
"Ms. Jacqueline please meet Mr. Zachary." Zack sat with his eyes firmly on the bottles of beer in front of him.
"Zachary you are very shy, aren't you?" He whispered yes.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Ma'am." She had a slight frown.
"You need to learn some manners and social skills. Perhaps I can help you with that. Try again and think how you were introduced to me."
"Uh yes Ms. Jacqueline." She smiled.
"Again, without the uh. And do not mumble. Look at me and say it loud enough for the tables near us to hear it."
"Yes Ms. Jacqueline." He had sort of blurted it, so people did notice. It sounded odd in tone.
"Better. How long are you here?"
"Two weeks."
"Good I am here for 10 more days. Have you arranged for an escort?" She was smiling. Zack was blushing.
"Not yet. No Ms. Jacqueline."
"If you do, you will never find a girlfriend or boyfriend. Let alone a permanent partner."
"I'm not gay." He was flustered. Confused.
"You are a virgin correct? With no real sexual experience. How would you know?"
"I only like girls."
"Virgin, yes?" He was tearing up.
Softly "Yes Ms. Jacqueline."
"Speak louder and clearly. Try again. What are you?"
"Ms. Jacqueline I am a virgin." So off kilter Zack did not notice a female couple eavesdropping on their conversation.
"You have no real idea of what you are. Experience is necessary. Did you do anything for your escort last time?"
"Uh I paid her?"
"Language. Did you please her sexually? With your fingers? Cunnilingus?"
"No Ms. Jacqueline."
"Did you ask her for that?"
"No."
"Selfish and ignorant. A woman, no matter her looks or station, deserves your respect. You treated her like a whore. If you want women to have real sex, offer them more than money. Serious relationship? Relate to her. Connect emotionally. Learn to please her." He nodded. By now he was really looking at her as she spoke. She knew she had him.
"Maybe I can teach you to relate to women better. But you are limited. Your level of shyness may not be overcome. Adjust your expectations. And the type of relationships you seek. Fall in love? Marry and have kids? Not unless you want to settle for some very desperate unattractive girl."
"Sex. Learn how to touch her sexually. Learn cunnilingus. Each woman is different. Experience will teach you the basics. Maybe you will start to understand and adjust to her reactions and desires. Listen. Her body and voice will tell you. Maybe with that you can find something for your life. Like a friend fuck buddy." He immediately thought she was interested in that.
Jacqueline leaned in. "You are hard right now. Just speaking to me. It is ok. But you have no control." He was squirming and eyes looking down again.
"Can't you control that thing?"
"No Ms. Jacqueline."
"A solution is needed for that."
"Do not think I can. No matter how much I jerk off I still get hard around women."
"That can be solved easily. It will require your willingness and trust."
The waiter, James, took their diner order then refreshed their drinks. Jacqueline did the ordering. Zack said nothing.
Over the meal she quizzed him about his family, schooling, and job. Clearly he was a loner, separated from his family. Few friends and none in NYC. Only thing he learned is that she lived and worked in NYC on the East side. That pleased him. Maybe 20-25 minutes from his apartment. His mind started wandering. Maybe she wanted him as her boy toy? He was rock hard again.
She stared at him knowingly "Your dick is running your brain. Time for you to go to bed."
"Ok Ms. Jacqueline. Can we ". She cut him off.
"We will meet here for brunch tomorrow at 11 AM. Now off with you." He stood and started to turn.
"Zachary masturbate all you want tonight." He went crimson.
Zack slept just a few hours. Jerked off constantly. Shaved and tried to look nice and normal. Really couldn't pull it off. He was a good-looking loner nerd. And people could see it.
He arrived five minutes early to brunch. Jacqueline was waiting for him. He went to sit down.
"Stop. Be a gentleman. Say good morning properly." Pointed at her side. He stepped over.
"Good morning Jacqueline."
"Too familiar try again."
"Good morning Ms. Jacqueline."
"Better but not a formal enough attitude for a classy lady."