The French Apartment Ch. 05

The French Apartment - Chapter 5: Geraldo's

Fourth day in Paris, evening.

After a few days, I was getting used to the rhythm of the household. Claudine, Vivienne, and I were sitting in the television room: the 'salle de séjour' after dinner. I was less and less nervous around them and I was starting to feel... comfortable. It was nearly midnight: dinner rarely started before 8:00 and Francesca prepared three courses for dinner which went on late. She retired early to her own apartment on the floor above us and Vivienne either didn't have much schoolwork, or didn't care to do it. So the three of us lounged and watched television before bed.

I was in what had become my unofficial corner of the couch: the same corner where Vivienne made me cum into her mouth a few days ago. She sat cross legged in the middle of the couch, in a dark T-shirt as usual, clearly not wearing a bra and covered from the waist down in a blanket. Claudine had her hair tied up and her little glasses on after changing into one of her nighttime outfits- a long silk robe with a light blue camisole underneath it. As she moved around, I caught glimpses of the curve of her cleavage and peeks of her bare skin underneath her robe.

My eyes kept moving from one woman to the other. I shifted in my corner and drew a blanket over my lap. I was really beginning to feel the 'probation' Claudine had put me under, and so I hadn't been allowed to orgasm for two days now. It was getting more and more difficult to focus on anything except the women around me.

"How about Saturday?" Vivienne asked Claudine. "I need new clothes."

"How does a girl who only wears T-shirts and jeans need new clothes?" Claudine responded, in a light, teasing tone.

"Perhaps I need new T-shirts!" Vivienne insisted. "And I need some new records as well."

"I think you already have all the Sinead O'Connor and Cure records one can buy," I said. "They aren't making any new ones, you know."

Vivienne just turned to me and stuck her tongue out. "Your job is to be my manservant and carry my bags, not to judge my music."

"Francesca won't carry them?" I asked.

"Hah!" Vivienne threw her head back. "She would only tell me she is not a 'pack mule.'"

Claudine smiled. "So I suppose you need to bring your own pack mule, then?"

"Exactly!" Vivienne said.

Claudine turned to me. "You are alright with this, James?"

I shrugged. "Well, we all have our uses in life."

Vivienne snickered.

Someone on the television let out a yell and fell into the water. Both women turned and started yelling in French at the television. We were watching a show about people wandering naked in the wilderness with awkward French dubbing. The show suggestion was Vivienne's, but Claudine was surprisingly invested in it. When Claudine and Vivienne weren't fighting, they actually got along surprisingly well.

"But you have a paper to write this weekend," Claudine said, as the drama on the television ended. "If you do it, you can have James on Sunday."

"Fine," Vivienne agreed.

"And Francesca will be your chaperone," Claudine finished.

"Chaperone?!" Vivienne got visibly annoyed. "What am I a child? I'm nineteen, a grown woman!"

"That's exactly the issue," Claudine said, giving us both a knowing look.

Vivienne growled and turned to me. She leaned forward and put a hand in my hair, messing up the fresh cut.

"You know your haircut is so old fashioned? You look like... Carey Grant's nerdy younger brother, or something," Vivienne said.

"I think it looks nice!" Claudine insisted. "Much better than the unkempt mess he had when he first arrived."

My haircut that Vivienne was now demolishing was one of the errands we had been running this week. They were a mix of preparations for school like buying my books, along with many cosmetic appointments. Some I expected, others were a surprise such as eyebrow threading: a service I did not know even existed until now. Claudine was, naturally, in charge of the entire routine. I was supposed to go to Geraldo's for clothes the day when Claudine and Francesca interrogated me, but after that ordeal we rescheduled it. Claudine said she was too distracted to think about clothes that day.

"What do you think?" Vivienne asked me, gesturing to the mess that used to be a nice haircut.

I looked between the two women. I wondered if they enjoyed making me constantly choose between them in their little battles. I was getting better at choosing neutrally, without giving either a clear victory.

"Haven't you always fantasized about having Carey Grant's nerdy younger brother carry your shopping bags all day?" I asked Vivienne.

She scoffed and sniffed at the product on her hand and wiped it off roughly on my shirt. "I bet my mother will buy you clothes to make you look like an old businessman."

I shrugged. "Well I haven't seen them yet, but I'll wear my new clothes on Sunday, and you can judge them for yourself."

"Oh, I plan to," Vivienne promised.

Claudine's expression was, as ever, difficult to determine.

Finally, Vivienne stopped messing with my hair and stood. "Alright, I'm going to bed."

"Au revoir," I said to her, waving. I was making my way through my book of French sayings.

"You're such a nerd," Vivienne said, shaking her head, and left the room.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked Claudine.

Claudine just shook her head and yawned as she turned off the television. "Come on James. You need to wash off the day, then come to bed."

This was one of Claudine's rules: a mandatory shower before bed to 'wash off the day.' I used to shower in the mornings, but not anymore. I entered the bathroom, undressed, and began to warm the shower. Unlike the hall bath, Claudine's ensuite bathroom actually had a proper glass-walled shower stall. Just before getting in the shower, my phone lit up with a text from 'Fucking Beautiful Vivienne.'

FBV: 'You should say bonne nuit, not au revoir. You are going to bed, not leaving for America.'

Me: 'OK. Bonne nuit.'

FBV: 'So where is my picture?'

I chuckled. She had been bugging me about this. I made sure the door to the bathroom was closed and I took a selfie from the mirror of my chest and stomach, ending just where the 'V' between my abs and legs pointed down towards my groin. I was no bodybuilder, but I was proud of my broad chest and the light swell of muscles just starting to show on my abs. I sucked in my stomach just a little.

FBV: 'Don't be a tease, show me lower'

Me: 'Maybe next time, about to head in the shower'

FBV: 'So are you still saving your first time for me, virgin horse boy? Or are you trying to fuck my mother instead?'

I hesitated. I still honestly wasn't sure how much Vivienne knew about me and Claudine. The prospect of fucking Claudine was something I had hardly stopped thinking since I first laid eyes on her, but with Vivienne... it felt right to agree to that, somehow. I was still debating what to type back when I got another text from her.

Me: 'I am saving it for you, as I said'

FBV: 'Promise me.'

I sighed.

Me: 'I promise. It's yours.'

FBV: 'I grant you permission to think about me during your shower'

Me: 'Thank you, very generous'

FBV: ;)

FBV: 'Also you still haven't eaten me out yet'

I laughed and shook my head, but it seemed she was done texting for now. I considered just jerking myself off in the shower, just to relieve some tension, but there was always the danger that Claudine would make sure I was still abiding by my 'probation.' I ultimately decided not to risk it. I quickly finished showering and started brushing my teeth. I stole a look outside the door to the bathroom as I brushed. Claudine had removed her silk robe and was wearing only her the light blue camisole. I could trace the outline of her breasts and her nipples poking through the thin silk. I finished brushing my teeth as one of my hands stroked myself, over my pajama pants.

Vivienne had sent me a picture while I was in the shower: another picture of black darkness. At first I thought it was identical to the one she texted the other day, but then I was able to make out her knuckles and realized what it was.

Me: 'Are you fingering yourself?'

FBV: 'I just finished. Bonne nuit'

"Jesus Fucking Christ," I muttered to myself as I spit toothpaste into the basin.

I left the bathroom and joined Claudine in bed. I had my phone out as I slipped under the covers.

"You know the rules, no electronics in bed," Claudine said in her gentle chiding tone.

"Just setting the alarm," I said, as I placed the phone on the nightstand next to me.

"You should get a book to read in bed," Claudine suggested. "We can go to Shakespeare and Company later this week and find you something."

"Part of your attempt to culture me?" I asked with a grin.

"Of course!" Claudine turned to me, and I watched her light blonde-brown hair fall beside her face as she smiled at me. She reached out a hand to pat my shoulder, and my eyes dropped to see her incredible cleavage pushing up, under her thin camisole. I hoped she would do more, but she only caressed my shoulder in a friendly manner and let go.

"Now you need to get some rest for your training tomorrow," Claudine said, smiling. "Bonne nuit," she said, and turned out the light.

"Bonne nuit," I responded.

Claudine turned around with her back towards me. I knew that underneath the covers, that camisole barely covered her ass, and I only had to reach out a hand under the covers and I would be able to feel her bare ass underneath. I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, hoping Claudine would turn towards me in the night, but she never did.

* * *

Fifth day in Paris, morning.

"Ciao, Francesca," Vivienne's voice grumbled, half-asleep, in the distance. The front door slammed as Vivienne left for school.

I blinked and pushed myself up on my arms in bed. I was too horny to sleep well, and Claudine's 'probation' was making sleeping more difficult.

Francesca walked in with an apron over her dress and smiled at me.

"Buongiorno, James!"

She closed the bedroom door and locked it, though there was no one else in the apartment. She untied her apron and dropped it on a low dresser beside the door, revealing a summery red and green flowered dress underneath. It was cut low, just falling lightly off her breasts and ending at her mid-thigh. The weather was already starting to turn to autumn in Paris, but Francesca stubbornly still dressed for summer.

"Do you remember what we worked on yesterday, James?" Francesca asked in her heavy Italian accent. She spoke with the casual tone of a tutor beginning to review a math problem.

"I think I dreamed about it, actually," I said. It wasn't entirely a lie: thoughts of Claudine, Vivienne, and Francesca often seeped into my dreams.

"Training even while asleep, I love to hear it!" Francesca said, laughing.

She walked over beside the bed and peeked underneath the blanket. She grinned as her fingers curled over the tip of the tent in my pajamas. I gasped, sensitive to her touch, and hardened under her fingers.

"Hello morning wood," Francesca said, smiling. "Someone's ready to go right away, huh?"

"Well, I do really enjoy our trainings, actually."

"Actually?" she snickered. "You sound surprised, as if you would hate it!"

"No, that's not what I meant, I-" I gasped as her fingers gripped my growing hard-on and then went to my thigh. Her hand massaged from one thigh to the other, passing my crotch each direction. I composed myself to answer her. "I only meant, that women give blowjobs just to please men, not because it's enjoyable to them. I thought it would be the same with this, but I enjoy it..."

Francesca cocked her head to the side, confused. "Why do you say that? That women don't enjoy a blowjob?"

"I mean, just when I talked about it with guys, that's just..." I shrugged. I couldn't have said where or when I had such a conversation, but it had been taken for granted with me and my friends. "I guess I assumed that it was like, a chore for girls?"

Francesca snorted and to my dismay stopped touching my cock while she laughed. She shook her head and pushed back the strands of brown hair that fell from her high pile into her eyes. "James, I cannot speak for all women- I am sure there are many women who find sex to be tedious. But this sounds like a very dull life to me, and I very much enjoy it, myself."

"Wait, you actually enjoy blowjobs?" I asked.

"Why shouldn't I?" she shrugged and pulled her dress up over her head and dropped it beside her. She wore red and white underwear, and my eyes ran over her lithe, thin body. Her red bra held up a pair of pretty, medium-sized breasts. She had not yet let me see them, but my eyes found the delicate swell of her cleavage. I reached out and ran a hand over the curve of her hip. Francesca was thin, but the curves of her body still retained a fun cushion and squish.

She knelt beside me and her hand snaked under the covers again and undid the button of my fly and fished out my cock. Her hands worked over my shaft and she kissed the sides of my dick as she spoke.

"I love feeling a cock grow hard and horny in my mouth..." She pulled back the cover, exposing me, and stroked me quickly. Without anyone else in the house I could groan loudly. She knelt down and licked the side of the head of my cock, alternating speaking with licking my growing erection. "It makes me so wet to feel my tongue driving it crazy, twitching... ready to explode... until it simply cannot take any more... and the boy can do nothing else but fill my mouth with warm, salty cum... it's such fun control I have, like their cock is a slave to me..."

I was leaking precum all over her hand and lips. She smiled. "See? It's like a flagpole already. And I haven't even put it in my mouth!"

"Francesca..." I groaned.

"Am I making you want to suck a dick, James?"

"No, but... I'm about to cum," I said, desperately.

"Oh! Thank you for telling me!" Francesca stood straight and laughed as she put my dick carefully back into my pajama pants. "We wouldn't want to break Claudine's rules, would we?"

I stared at her, hoping she was about to do just that.

She leaned down and patted my shoulder affectionately. "Don't worry James, I'll work on her. You'll be released soon, I'm sure!"

"Please, Francesca," I begged.

Francesca held up a finger in warning and did her best impression of a Claudine 'tsk.'

"You're still on probation until Claudine is assured you have learned some self-control. Are you trying to skirt her rules, in her own bed?"

"No," I moaned, disappointed.

"Troublesome boy," Francesca said with a smirk. "After all, what is the point of self-control if it isn't tested?"

"That sounds like something Claudine would say," I said.

She laughed, and pushed down her red panties to the floor, exposing the thin little slit of her pussy.

"You're completely shaved," I said, surprised. She had a cute little tuft of light brown pubic hair yesterday.

"I thought I would make your job easier, so you can see better what you're doing!" she said, and pulled my hand to her slit. She was already wet, and I slid inside her, testing, exploring the smooth, shaved slit of her pussy and the little nub of her clit.

Francesca bit her lower lip and then hopped onto the bed quickly. Her knees went on either side of my head and the bed bounced with her weight as she got in position. She adjusted her hips and within seconds I realized she was mounting my face.

"This is different," I said, as Francesca dropped her pussy just above me. Yesterday she laid on her back as she gave me instructions.

"We're trying something different today," she said, as one of her hands reached above to grip the top of the wooden headboard. She wiggled her hips aggressively until her pussy dropped just over my mouth.

I reached up and grabbed her little, firm ass roughly with one hand. I began sucking on her clit as she gave instructions. It was at first a little more difficult in this position, but I soon got used to it and felt her body undulating as her hips curled forward, into my face, back, and forward again.

"Now add this," she sighed, and grabbed my hand, and extended two fingers.

My hand gently teased open the lips of her pussy as she guided my hand higher up, inside her.

"Keep sucking," she murmured as my fingers wiggled inside her.

"Both?" I asked.

"Certo," she said, and ground her sex harder into my face.

It was awkward getting my hand and mouth working simultaneously, but I soon found out how to make it work. Francesca whispered instructions to both my mouth and fingers- having me swirl my fingers around, inside her, feeling and pulling. She alternated motions with my tongue- first circles, around her clit, then little flicks, and then long, slow strokes.

"Keep... keep pulling... inside," she sighed. Her ability to speak was leaving her, and her moans were becoming loud, and constant. Less and less punctuated by instructions.

She continued holding onto the headboard with both hands and started arching her back and rocking her hips, pushing her clit against my mouth. I managed to hold her ass steady as her body began to shake. Francesca's moans took on a low, deep growl and I felt her wetness seeping over my fingers and my hand and dripping down my chin.

She stopped moving her hips for a second to put her hands behind her back. Her red bra fell beside me on the bed. I looked up to see her cute, bouncy breasts hovering above me. I pulled my hand out from her and massaged the joints of my fingers.

"Getting sore?" she said, breathing heavily.

I nodded.

"Well too bad, get back in there."

I switched hands, putting my wet one on her ass and taking my fresh hand to put inside of her. She grinned wickedly and wiggled her hips slowly.

"Good, now are you ready for the last instruction?"

I nodded.

"Now keep your fingers moving, and you will suck my clit so hard that either you suck it off my body, or I come on your face. Whichever comes first."

"Got it," I murmured into Francesca's pussy, and went back to work.

* * *

Afternoon.

Eighth arrondissement (Élysée).

A few hours later, I stood in my boxers on a little platform in the center of the private changing room in Geraldo's. A stout little middle aged Spanish man was measuring me with jerky but confident movements. Everything about the man was loud: from his mixture of jovial European accents, nearly impossible for me to understand, to his orange and purple vest and waxed moustache. He was holding a measuring tape up to my various body parts and making notes while he chatted with Claudine in his thick mixture of accents.

"So I guess you're Geraldo, then?" I asked, finally.

"Yes! I am, I was named after..." I struggled to understand the next few words until he ended with a flourishing 'Geraldo!' I nodded politely as he continued. "But the namesake of this store is actually my great-grandfather! This shop has survived two world wars, you know!"

Geraldo launched into a long story, little of which I understood other than that it involved Spain, a number of other people also named Geraldo, and the word 'luxury' which he pronounced as if it had four or five syllables.

"Thank you, Geraldo," Claudine said graciously. I don't think his story was quite finished, but it was clear from her tone that it was now.

"Of course, madame Valette!" Geraldo bowed low to her, or at least as low as the limits of his portly stomach would allow. Claudine held out her hand and he kissed the back of her hand sloppily. They discussed the list of the clothes he would go retrieve for me to try on, and then he left through a heavy purple curtain, leaving me in the private room with Claudine and Francesca.

I took a moment to look around our little side room. Colorful shirts and dark suits lined the walls. Geraldo's had an old fashioned, comfortable charm to the place. It was all thick carpets, dark wood tones, and classic, expensive looking men's clothing. Despite Geraldo's eccentricities, it didn't surprise me that this was where Claudine decided to come buy men's clothing. There was a timelessness to the fashion and a privacy to the experience both of which suited her.

Claudine draped her tan jacket over a chair and walked up to me. She wore tight tan pants which matched her jacket and a tight white sweater with an elegant knotted pattern. As I stood on this little dais in the middle of the room I looked slightly down on her. My eyes dropped to the bulges of her ample chest under her tight-fitting white sweater- I was even more distractable than normal considering my probation- but I forced my eyes up to meet hers. I glanced over to see Francesca lounging on a bench. She wore the same red and green dress from earlier and her leg was draped casually across the bench, letting her dress hike up to reveal most of her thigh.

"Francesca will you sit like a proper woman?" Claudine said. "Has James not seen your pussy enough today?"

"Sorry," Francesca sat up and smoothed out her dress. "He did well on his training today, though." She winked at me.

Claudine chuckled. "Well nice to hear that's coming along well."

"I had no idea girls could be so aggressive at receiving it," I said.

"Aggressive?" Claudine tilted her head to the side, confused, and I explained how Francesca grabbed the headboard and sat over my face.

Claudine let out a tsk and turned to Francesca, annoyed. Francesca looked sheepish.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"Not you," Claudine said. "Francesca was choosing to focus on her own preferences, which... was not quite what I asked her to do."

"You should try it!" Francesca insisted. "Maybe you'll like it."

"It sounds like something for twenty year olds," Claudine responded skeptically.

"Well I'm thirty-two and I quite like it!" Francesca said, smiling at me. "He even managed to abide by your uh... special punishment."

"Punishment?" Claudine asked.

"You mean the probation torture?" I said.

"Yes, that," Francesca agreed.

"Torture?! Punishment?!" Claudine said, offended and turned to me. "It is torture that I ask you to practice a little restraint for two days? It would not be such a bad thing for you to learn to control yourself and start thinking about what you are giving to the household, and not merely receiving!"

"Sorry," I said. I knew I was being berated, even if I didn't fully understand. "I can continue the torture, if you want."

Claudine scoffed and shook her head. I couldn't tell if she was mildly annoyed or truly angry. She kept those kinds of emotions close to her chest.

Claudine sighed deeply, turning to me and patted my stomach. I saw her eyes glance down to my boxers, as my cock briefly reacted to her touch. "I'm trying to help you become a gentleman. Some new clothes, a new haircut, some culture... a little self-control. Is that so bad?"

"No, I appreciate what you're trying to do," I said. "I've honestly never had anyone really take an interest in me like you have."

"See?" Claudine said to Francesca as her hand circled my chest a little. "There is hope for this one yet. So James, tell me- what is your style?"

"My style?"

Claudine crossed her arms under her chest, pushing it up a little as she looked at me.

I opened my mouth to respond, thought for a few seconds, and shook my head. "I'm not sure how to answer that."

"See good thing we came here, then! We're turning a wild college boy into a man!" Claudine said, excitedly. She tilted her head to let her hair flow just slightly over her left shoulder. "But we need a starting point. Is there someone- a celebrity perhaps, that you think is close to your style?"

"I've never much thought about it," I said, a little surprised she was even asking. "I honestly just expected you would pick out whatever clothes for me that you liked."

"No, James! I think this is part of your time here, in France. You must learn who you are. I don't intend to just mold you like... a spud doll."

I blinked. "A spud doll?"

Francesca chatted briefly with Claudine in French and turned to me. Francesca made hand gestures like an hourglass figure, the way someone in a cartoon would describe a beautiful woman with their hands.

"Potato man!" Francesca said, exasperated that I wasn't understanding. "You know!"

I eyed her suspiciously.

Geraldo returned triumphantly with arms full of clothes. An assistant followed him who brought more and they hung the clothes across heavy wooden bars in the little changing rooms next to us. I caught a glimpse at one of the jackets and saw the price tag. 500 euros. A part of my brain told me to just run out of the store now, even if I was in my underwear.

While the assistant hung the clothes, Claudine turned to Geraldo as they consulted. Geraldo's face lit up and he turned to me, nodding.

"She means, eh... Monsieur Potato Head! This is you!" he said, pointing to my chest. His moustache tittered with amusement. "Yes!"

"Oh, Mister Potato Head," I said, finally understanding. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"Maybe we can find him some funny glasses?" Francesca offered.

"No!" Claudine said, waving her arms in Francesca's direction like she was shooing a bothersome fly, and turned to me. "Well yes, I meant to refer to the Mister Potato-Head, but no I said you are not that, James! You are your own man."

"I admit I do feel a little bit like a doll," I said, thinking of the price tags.

Claudine playfully slapped my chest. "Well that's only because you don't know what you like- yet! But we will find your style, soon enough. Do not worry. You won't feel so much like a doll when you realize you have more opinions on your own style than you realize."

"But only if Claudine approves your style," Francesca added with a snicker.

"Well, of course, he lives in my house, and will be seen with me," Claudine said with a shrug. "He cannot go around wearing awful sports jerseys and think he can stand beside me. And I am paying, after all."

"Oh thank god," I said and let out a sigh of relief.

The dressing session took about an hour, and by the time we were finished, Geraldo had finished marking the pieces we were keeping with a piece of chalk, to indicate where they needed to be altered. We would need to return after alterations, but to my own surprise I was actually excited for the clothes once they were ready. We only bought a few pieces ultimately, but as I wore them I saw a man in the mirror I took a little more seriously.

I realized I was increasingly seeing the process through Claudine's eyes. We weren't showing off or buying clothes with fancy brand names. It was about the kind of person I wanted to be perceived as, and how I reflected on those around me, especially her.

"Thank you Geraldo," Claudine said, and once again offered him the back of her hand. "Francesca will work on finalizing the details with you at the register."

"A pleasure, as always, Madame Valette!" Geraldo said with enthusiasm. He gave me a fat wink before leaving, which I found rather off-putting, and then he disappeared through the heavy purple curtain.

Claudine turned to Francesca. "Make sure he doesn't have anyone disturb us."

"For how long?" Francesca asked.

Claudine shrugged. "When I'm ready to leave. I'd like to speak with James a bit, and Geraldo knows better than to rush me."

Francesca nodded and followed Geraldo as well.

Claudine turned to me with a questioning look, once we were alone in the room together. I tensed, expecting some kind of berating, but Claudine only looked a little sad, or disappointed. "James... do you really think that what I am doing is torture, to you? That I do it out of cruelty?"

"Not cruelty..." I hesitated for a moment. "I think I've been selfish. To think about others, as you said. So I think I understand."

"Do you?" She only briefly raised a perfect eyebrow as she waited for me to either save myself or make a fool of myself.

"Well, you've taken care of me, a few times already..."

"Three times, I believe," Claudine said, smirking. "And you came so much in the bath I think that probably counts as two."

I smiled. "That was the first time a woman ever gave me an orgasm, actually." She smiled and I continued. "I haven't exactly been giving back to the household, myself."

I used the phrase the other day when Claudine interrogated me and it seemed to work well, so I hoped it would also go over well now. Claudine's widening smile seemed to indicate it was.

"You haven't," Claudine agreed.

"I only offered the other night, in your bathroom-"

Claudine raised an eyebrow, as if in warning. "When you were exhausted, and barely able to move?" Claudine sighed deeply. "James, I don't just want your acquiescence to me. I don't want you to feel like you are being tortured, or pressured, or turned into a doll. If you are offering to uh... 'contribute to the household' as you put it, then well.... I want you to do so willingly. Enthusiastically. Because you want to. Not because I force you to."

"If I could make you feel as good as you've made me, I would love that," I said.

Claudine snorted. "I think you are finding what you need to say to get out of your probation torture."

I stepped down from the dais, and Claudine watched me a little curiously as I returned to her height. "Claudine, I haven't met any woman like you before, and I probably never will again. You have all my enthusiasm. 100%."

Claudine grinned. "Only 100%?"

"Well, I had a baseball coach once who asked us to give 120% effort, but to be honest I never really understood how that was possible. If I can figure out how to give more than 100% I'll do that, too."

Claudine only shook her head and walked over to the bench with our clothes to kick off her heels. She was about to turn to me when my pants on the bench vibrated and my phone lit up.

"Popular boy," Claudine murmured. "Someone texting you?"

I shrugged. "Probably not important."

"You don't think?" she turned to me.

I walked over to the bench and took out my phone. The content of the texts wasn't visible on the lock screen, but the name of the contact was.

"Hm, someone named 'Fucking Beautiful Vivienne'..." Claudine read, and her face was serious and thoughtful. There was something in her expression I couldn't quite place, but it wasn't her usual impenetrable confidence. "Probably important."

I remembered Francesca's warning from the other day about the 'hierarchy of loyalties' as she called it. I turned off the power of the phone, dropped it to the chair and looked into Claudine's bright, questioning eyes.

"Make it a week," I said.

"Make what a week?"

"My probation," I said. I ran my hands around Claudine's waist and pulled her closer. Her hands seemed to instinctively go one to my shoulder and another to my side. I felt my cock responding to the feeling of her hands on my skin and the warmth of her body pressing into mine.

Claudine looked down and chuckled as my dick pressed into her stomach. Her face was inches from mine. "I don't think you could make a week, James. But I appreciate the sentiment."

"I just want to show you I'm serious. Whatever you want from me."

She sighed. "I've forced myself to wait a week, and that's difficult for me as well. I suppose I've just been getting... impatient, myself."

"Impatient?" I asked. "Really? I just assumed you could have men like... whenever you wanted."

"I don't do that anymore," Claudine sighed again, and shook her head. "Keeping lovers is a messy business."

"And I guess... you don't have like... a husband hiding in a cupboard, somewhere?" She had never mentioned a husband and I was very curious about it. She had a daughter, so perhaps she had been a normal housewife, once? The image of Claudine as a housewife popped into my mind. It was jarring.

She shook her head. "No, at least having lovers was fun! Having a husband was... ugh! Can you imagine: living your life by someone else's needs?! I do not understand how anyone does it. The divorce was a relief, frankly."

"That does sound terrible," I agreed, chuckling.

Claudine smiled and ran her hand over my cheek affectionately. "No, James, let's just say it's been... some time for me. Too long since I had some relief and much longer than a few days since there's been a man in the house."

I blinked. "I didn't realize women got so impatient, too..."

"You didn't realize that we get horny too?" she said, with a little pitying smirk.

"Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?" I whispered.

Claudine looked up, giving me her full attention, and I was arrested by her bright blue eyes. "You mean why didn't I pressure the student living in my apartment to fulfill my sexual needs immediately?"

"Well you did an excellent job taking care of mine!"

Claudine snorted and looked away. "That's different."

"After how you made me feel, I would have done anything you asked," I promised.

She turned back to me.

"Anything," I repeated.

Claudine smiled and sighed. "Alright, perhaps I may have been, just a little... spiteful, I suppose. With your probation."

"It's alright," I whispered.

"It isn't," she shook her head. "My needs got the better of my judgment. It was just becoming... overwhelming."

The thought of Claudine's horniness being overwhelming to her was enough to make my cock twitch, and her hands clasped it a little, over my boxers. She grinned as my dick responded to her touch.

"You don't have to apologize for being horny, Claudine. You could have just told me..."

"I didn't want to pressure you," she whispered. Her hands caressed my cock, gently, calmly.

I ran my hands over Claudine's back, feeling the knots of her light sweater, and then moved my hands down, over her hips and the curve of her ass. Her hands began to move over my body, and I lightly touched her chin, bringing her clear blue eyes to mine.

"Claudine, if I learn nothing in my year in France except how to please you, it will have been the best year of my life."

Claudine snorted lightly and shook her head. She pushed a loose hair out of her eye.

"Don't tell her I said this, but my daughter was right about you," she said.

"About what?"

"You are such a nerd, James," she said, and smiled.

I couldn't have said if she kissed me, or if I kissed her, but in a moment our mouths were on each other. I was enveloped by her warm breath and the faint, faint flowery perfume that transported me back to the first day I met her. Claudine's tongue flicked out between my lips and found mine. Our tongues wrestled for a moment, and I pulled Claudine's body close, so my cock felt a little relief as it pressed against her stomach. Our hands caressed each other over backs, arms and shoulders, then her hand dropped behind me, found my ass, and grabbed.

I stifled a loud moan as Claudine's mouth moved beside my ear and one hand slid over my boxers to caress my erection.

"I don't think I've told you before, James... but you really do have an incredible cock," Claudine whispered into my ear.

Any hesitation I had left me completely and I began to quickly remove Claudine's clothes with the speed and urgency of a pit crew changing tires on a race car. Claudine continued stroking me under my boxers as I unzipped the fly of her tan pants and pushed them to the ground, revealing her white lace panties underneath. My mouth found her neck, her lips, her breast as I tore at her clothes, and pulled her sweater off. She raised her arms, letting me.

"James..." she began, a little breathless.

I pushed Claudine backwards, lightly but firmly, towards one of the phone-booth sized changing room, and I pulled the little curtain of the tiny changing room behind me. She stumbled back in her lingerie, mouth half open as she let me manipulate her. We were now separated from the main store by two curtains. I sat her on the cushioned changing room bench and knelt in front of her. Claudine stared at me with a heavy intensity I had never seen before.

"James, you don't have to, if you don't want-"

I pulled up her leg, pulled off her sock and kissed the top of her foot. She arched an eyebrow and watched as my lips kissed up her calf, around her knee, and over her soft thighs. I massaged the muscle and flesh of her legs with my hands as my mouth moved higher and higher, sucking harder until my lips reached her panties. She had completely soaked her panties by this point. I had felt her sex pressing on me warm and damp before, but not like this.

Claudine's breast heaved up and down as I kissed her thighs and began to pull on her panties.

"Take off your bra," I said.

The commanding tone in my voice surprised even myself. It was the first time I had ever told Claudine to do anything. She breathed heavily as we watched each other. A part of me wanted to apologize for telling her what to do, but I stopped myself. Instead, I began pulling her panties down her thighs.

Claudine said nothing and put her hands behind her back, undid the clasps, and wiggled her arms out of her bra. I had stolen glimpses of Claudine's tits briefly, but it was something else to see them up close. They heaved up and down, heavy and incredible, as she breathed and waited.

"James, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," she whispered. "I'm not forcing-"

"You'd have to force to stop," I said and pulled her panties over her knees, to the floor. I picked up her feet and pulled her panties off them and she let me move her, like a doll. My hands returned to her thighs and I slowly but firmly started to push her legs apart. Her muscles tensed and resisted for only a moment before letting me push her legs wide open. She sat back as I positioned myself closer to her, between her open legs. I tested a finger up the slit of her pussy, and she moaned as I gently felt inside her. My finger made an audible squish as it slid easily up, inside her. She was warm, as if a fire was burning inside her.

"Claudine, you're sopping wet... I think we need to do something about this," I said, and pulled with my fingers. She breathed heavy as I leaned forward, holding onto her hips.

The smell of her sex filled my world. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked. She let out a long, low groan and I licked up the length of her dripping pussy. I took my time, massaging her with my tongue until I found her waiting clit. My tongue lapped over it again, again, and again.

"Gods!" Claudine grabbed my arm and pulled it to her mouth. She bit it, surprisingly deep and hard, making me wince and using my forearm to stifle the sound of her moans.

But I didn't stop, despite the pain of her biting my arm. Her low cropped blonde pubic hair ticked my nose and I recalled the lessons Francesca had been teaching me: circling her clit with my tongue, flicking it up and down, and licking long, slow strokes over the length of her pussy. My tongue was starting to burn with fatigue, especially considering my training with Francesca earlier. I stood a little, and brought my mouth Claudine's breast, and slid two fingers between her legs, pushing inside her. Claudine turned to me, breathing heavily, as I began to suck on her nipple.

"James," she gasped.

"Mm?" I said, with her nipple in my mouth. My fingers pulled inside her, and I pushed them deeper as I caressed inside her. My tongue lolled around her nipple, hard and ready, and her arm curled around my head and pulled me into her.

"Harder," she commanded.

I sucked with all the force I had, and her head lolled back onto the wall. I pulled my fingers inside her, and her body moved like a snake, whipping back and forth as I sucked on one nipple then the other.

"Claudine, I want to feel you cum," I said, and sucked harder on her nipple as I fingered her with deep, slow strokes.

Claudine gasped and pulled my hair. She writhed back and forth on the bench until she drenched my hand, wrist, and the bench itself. She was moaning loudly as her hips seemingly on their own while I arched my fingers, pulling more and wetness from her.

Finally she laid back, panting against the wall. I took my opportunity to kiss her body and grope her while she recovered. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as my hands explored her breasts, her flat stomach, and the curve of her side and hips. I tested a finger inside her pussy, wondering how she would react right after an orgasm, and she shuddered. She made no move to stop my groping hands and I kissed higher, over the flesh of her breast and found her clavicle, and the base of her neck. I began to suck when her hand slapped my cheek.

"Don't you dare make a mark," she said, turning to me. The first time she stopped me.

"Sorry," I said, and I sighed as I felt her grab my erection over my boxers.

She shook her head, while her hand stroked the long, hard shaft bulging underneath the cotton. My eyes teared with how badly I wanted to cum

"You get so goddamn hard, James," Claudine whispered, and pointed to the ground. "Lay down there."

"Alright," I said, and laid back on the carpet. The curtain of the changing room fell over my waist, and everything from my navel down was on the other side of it. But as I looked up I realized why she positioned me on this part of the floor. Above my head I saw a sturdy wooden bar for hanging clothes, and she grabbed it.

"You want to try Francesca's position?" I asked.

Claudine smiled and in a moment her knees were on either side of my head. I settled back and found myself was staring at the slick slit of her pussy.

"Like this?" she asked, a little breathless.

The idea that Claudine would ask me if she was doing it right was downright shocking, but I quickly composed myself and did my best to take on the role of a teacher.

"I'll guide you," I said, and grabbed her ass to pull it to my face. My fingers pressed into the firm, round flesh of her ass, perfectly proportioned from an obvious combination of incredible genes and hard work.

I looked up her, confused, as I thought maybe I misunderstood what happened on the bench.

"I thought you already came, though?" I asked.

Claudine arched her back and brought her clit to my mouth.

"Oh I very much did, but I am not finished..."

I sucked, harder than I did earlier. Claudine shoved herself into my face over and over. Her hands gripped the wooden bar hard, and I saw the muscles in her hands and arms tense. As my tongue lapped over her clit, sucking, stroking, and playing, I felt her body starting to shiver again. She was covering my mouth and chin with her wetness, and she seemed to be close to a second orgasm. I took two fingers and pushed them up inside her while I sucked. My fingers moved inside her wetness without a hint of resistance, and I worked my tongue and fingers as Francesca taught me.

"James!" Claudine gasped.

As Claudine moaned and writhed on me, I felt soft fingers curling around the edge of my boxers. They pulled down, exposing my erection in the air, but I couldn't see it on the other side of the changing curtain. Claudine didn't seem to notice or care and only continued bucking her hips into my mouth. I didn't dare stop sucking or stroking even as I felt my own cock was engulfed in the most incredible warmth. I managed to catch a glimpse of Francesca's green and red dress on the other side of the curtain. The feeling of wet warmth on my cock was overwhelming and I felt my horniness need to release like an unstoppable wave. I bucked my hips up and felt Francesca's hands pushing my hips back to the ground as she sucked. My tongue and fingers working Claudine slowed.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Claudine pleaded in a whisper.

Claudine pushed her hips harder now, spreading her legs wide and shoving my head back into the carpet as she dropped her hips hard on my face. I felt Francesca's tongue loll around the oversensitive head of my dick and then she took my entire shaft into her mouth, deep and fast. I tried to hold in my own orgasm, but once I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of Francesca's throat, I completely lost control.

"I'm coming...!" Claudine moaned as her hips bucked forward again. She shivered and her body went limp. She would have completely collapsed on top of me if my hands weren't holding up her ass.

I stifled my own moans and continued licking Claudine's pussy as I released load after load of cum into Francesca's mouth. My eyes teared with relief and it took every ounce of willpower to make sure my mouth and fingers continued working to finish her. Finally, Claudine got off my face and sat beside me. My hands dropped to my sides limply as my body shuddered. Claudine sat back against the wall of the changing room, eyes closed and panting.

"I think we can end your probation now," Claudine murmured with a long, satisfied sigh, and I felt her hand reach down to my chest, and down my stomach. "I know you've been very careful about your virginity, and I don't want to force you over that line if you're not comfortable, but... James?"

I opened my eyes and let them refocus. My entire body was recovering, and I looked up to see Claudine sitting naked and covered in a thin layer of sweat beside me. My eyes devoured her body, and it took me a minute to find her eyes and realize she was scowling at the curtain. I was going to say something, but even though my orgasm had finished, Francesca's warm mouth was still on my sensitive cock. It felt incredible as she licked, sucked lightly and cleaned me with her tongue. Her hands cupped my balls, massaging them gently and I let out a moan involuntarily. Claudine grunted with annoyance and yanked the curtain aside.

"Francesca!"

I could only see Francesca's pile of brown tangled hair as her head was bent over my crotch. She looked up as my spent cock popped out of her mouth. She licked a little cum that was dripping from the side of her mouth and smiled.

"He's off probation, isn't he?" Francesca said with a little chuckle.

"Did you just make him cum?" Claudine asked.

"Oh so much! The boy was backed up!" Francesca gave me a wide smile. But her smile faded as she saw Claudine's expression.

"Oh shoot..." Francesca said as her face dropped. "Wait, he was off probation, wasn't he?"

"Yes, but you might as well consider yourself on probation instead," Claudine said, narrow-eyed as she crossed her arms under her bare breasts. "I think you should take a break from James for a few weeks."

"Aw Claudine!" Francesca protested. "But you made me wait so long without a dick in the house-"

"Francesca!" Claudine said, wide-eyed, cutting her off.

"What? I taught him well though, didn't I?" Francesca said, defending herself. "I should get some credit for that! Weeks... that's too long."

Claudine rolled her eyes. "Fine... just keep your hands off him until Sunday."

"So... only my hands are on probation, then?" Francesca's pouty expression turned into a grin, and she winked at me. "I can make that work."

Claudine shook her head. "It's like living with a pack of animals. Now... where are my clothes?"

* * *

Evening.

I finished 'washing off the day' in the shower and returned to the bedroom in my pajamas. Claudine glanced at me over her reading glasses, but her eyes quickly returned to her book. She wore a white monogrammed cotton robe- elegant but more comfortable than most of the lingerie she typically wore at night. I couldn't tell if she had anything underneath the robe. Her hair was tied up neatly above her head and she flipped a page, slowly.

"What are you reading?" I asked. It was Dickens, but the title was in French.

"Great Expectations," she said, holding up the cover towards me.

I nodded. "Not reading in English then?"

She shook her head. "At night I do not like to work so hard. You know Dickens, James?"

"Sure, but I haven't read this one. How is it?"

Claudine grimaced. "He uses many pretty words to tell a story which is aggressively boring. If I cared more I might read in English but..." she shrugged.

I laughed. "Why are you reading it if it's so boring?"

"I have a board meeting tomorrow for the French Academy - where you'll be starting next week, remember. We always discuss a new book. Unfortunately, it was Adrienne's turn to choose the book, and her taste is dreadful. Of course most of the ladies will only read a description online and pretend as if they have read it, but I like to pride myself on actually reading the books..."

"So it's like a book club and board meeting?"

She nodded. "And we each bring a new wine as well. I will be out for some time tomorrow."

"Sonds more like a party," I said.

"We are all good friends," She grinned. "Two other board members live in this apartment building as well: Adrienne and Sophie, on the levels below. You haven't seen them yet, have you? Or their students?"

I shook my head. "They have students? Like you and me?"

"Oh yes of course, all the board members do," Claudine said. "You'll meet their students at school, I expect. I want you to make a good impression when you meet them and the other board members."

It was beginning to make sense; Claudine was always so concerned about how she presented in public, and how I looked around her. No wonder: her peers lived all around us.

"Well that makes sense," I said, nodding, as I thought to myself.

She turned from her book and looked at me over her reading glasses. "What?"

"Well you got really mad at me the other day for getting cum on your skirt-"

"James!" Claudine smacked me gently and put a hand over my mouth. Her eyes flicked towards the bedroom door, and she leaned closer to me to whisper. "Vivienne is home."

I gave her a thumbs up and she released my mouth and returned to her book.

I fished out my phone and saw that I had another text from Vivienne.

"Ah, no electronics in bed," Claudine chided, raising a finger.

I nodded and put it on the nightstand, eager to know what Vivienne sent me. But I settled back into the pillow.

Claudine turned the page, and I turned to her.

"I think I'm figuring things out around here," I said.

"You are, are you?" she said, grinning a little as she read.

I held out my fingers to count the rules. "No electronics before bed, and a shower before bed is mandatory."

"Mhm," she murmured and nodded approvingly.

"And I shouldn't do anything that might embarrass you in public," I continued.

She nodded. "Please don't."

"And be careful around..." I pointed a thumb towards the door.

Claudine nodded.

"And other than that..." I said, and moved a hand under the covers, over Claudine's bare thigh, just below the hem of her robe. "Well other than that I'm just here to contribute to the household however I can."

Claudine smiled as her eyes went down to my searching fingers feeling just under the hem of her robe. Her voice lowered to a whisper. "You did a very nice job... contributing to the household today, James. You don't have any further obligations tonight, and I think I'm spent myself, anyway."

I stayed under the covers and climbed in front of her, lightly pushing her legs apart. Only my head was above the covers. She looked down to me and raised an eyebrow as her foot felt between my legs, pressing on the soft bulge of my mostly soft dick. I was still sensitive and recovering from the afternoon, but I could feel it beginning to wake a little.

"I thought you were spent as well?" she whispered.

"I am," I admitted.

Claudine nodded and returned to her book. "Well you can go to sleep then. You've earned it today, James. Your obligations are complete... and well appreciated." She smiled.

I ducked lower, head barely over the covers. I kissed her inner thigh and moved my hands underneath the bottom of her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the robe, and my fingers traveled up her thigh and found her bare ass. My hands moved and groped over the rest of her, exploring her body. I slid a hand up and found her bare breast underneath her robe.

"I have two more chapters," she whispered, chiding me.

I spread her legs a bit more and untied the cotton belt of her robe. I whispered as my mouth went to her inner thighs. "Go ahead and finish your chapters."

She snorted with amusement but after watching me for a moment she did as I suggested and returned to the book. She let me push her legs a little wider. My tongue began licking slowly up higher up her thighs until they found the lips of her sex.

Claudine opened her mouth to speak but as my tongue moved, she only sighed and settled back against her pillows. Her pussy was damp and warm, though not nearly as sopping wet as she was at Geraldo's. My tongue moved slow and firm, without trying to bring her to orgasm or push her too hard. I used my tongue like a massage, and my hands slowly moved over her body.

"That's actually rather nice," she whispered. "But you're making it hard to read."

"Because you're about to come?" I asked.

"No, because your head is in the way," she said, and pushed my head further down onto the mattress, between her legs. She widened her legs more so my tongue could still reach her clit with my head shoved as close to the mattress as it could go.

I continued working my tongue in long, slow, smooth strokes until I felt something on top of my head.

"Oh this works quite well, actually," she said.

"Is that your book on my head?" I asked, basically speaking into Claudine's vagina.

Her foot tested underneath me and poked my dick. It was half-hard: touching Claudine was making me horny, but my body was still recovering from our adventure in Geraldo's. Her toes pressed gently against my sore dick.

"So how long are you planning to keep your virginity?" she whispered, casually. "Not that I'm pressuring you, just... curious."

I didn't want to tell her I was still planning on saving my first time for Vivienne. And I honestly I was torn. It felt natural when I was with Vivienne, but when I was around Claudine, my conviction faded as I imaged what it would be like to be inside her, completely. It was a topic I avoided with both of them, ever since the interrogation on the couch. Since I was on probation anyway, and was not allowed to be alone with Vivienne, I hadn't had to address it the last few days.

I looked up to Claudine.

"I just wanted my first time to feel special, I guess," I whispered. It felt awkward having a conversation from the perspective of Claudine's pussy.

"And do you have anyone special in your life right now?" she asked, but smirked and patted my head before I could respond. "I'm only teasing you, James."

She replaced the book on my head and settled back. I had just begun licking up the slit of her pussy again when she spoke.

"These are long chapters," Claudine whispered. "Are you sure you don't want to go to sleep? I may be up for some time."

I shook my head. "I'd like to keep... contributing to the household while you read. If that's alright with you."

Claudine thought for a moment.

"It is," she said, and her hand slid into my hair and pulled me further into her. My hands snaked behind her and grabbed her ass while my tongue resumed its work.

Claudine replaced the book on top of my head, let out a long sigh, and continued reading.