Adventures in Paris Pt. 01

Christy spent her college years living it up. Tall, fit, and blessed with beautiful perky 34C's, she'd grown used to being checked out by men--and she liked the attention, most of the time.

By the spring before the junior year of college, she was looking for something more exciting, so she jumped at an exchange slot at École Polytechnique outside Paris.

From the moment she started filling out the paperwork, she felt free. This would be a new experience for her; a chance to study French, grow and meet European men. This would be unlike anything she has ever done before and would not involve her friends or family.

When the plane landed and she cleared customs, a shuttle bus took her and seven other Americans through the suburbs and farm fields toward the campus. Christy mostly stared out the window, while ignoring the conversations taking place all around her.

Her dorm key came with a tiny map and a roommate: Maria Del Toro from UT Austin. Maria was taller, darker, and a hot Latina for sure! Maria had jet black hair, high heeled boots, and a pink bra that didn't stay covered long while she unpacked. Like many of Maria's clothes, the Bra was too small to support her big boobs.

"Hope you don't mind," Maria said, peeling off her shirt like they'd known each other forever.

Christy pretended to organize socks while sneaking peeks. Confidence like that was new to her.

That night the dining hall looked more like a French restaurant than cafeteria--high ceilings, real China, and yes, wine; red and white. Christy loaded up on chicken in orange sauce; Maria went straight for steak and mushrooms, and potatoes.

"Plastic plates at UT," Maria laughed, clinking her glass.

They conversed about the basics--majors, music, family, and exes. Christy stuck to "dancing and the beach" and left out coke, joints and casual flings. After dinner, they walked around the quad as Christy smoked Marlboros and Maria abstained.

Next afternoon they grabbed croissants, only to be joined by two tall Brits--Paul and John. They were both tall and handsome. Paul had a blue wool P-coat and black trousers. John was wearing a "Yellow Submarine" movie jacket and blue cords.

John volunteered "My Mum was an art director on the "Yellow Submarine" movie-they gave her the bloody jacket. It ended up being too big for her, so she gave it to me! My lucky day for sure."

After a short visit with their new friends John and Paul, they headed back to the dorm.

"So, any boyfriend back home?" Maria asked, stripping for the shower again.

"I had a boyfriend but broke up with him before I left so, I am single," Christy shrugged. "You?"

"I date like I shop for shoes--try 'till it fits." Maria winked.

Maria and Christy smiled.

Christy thought, "Shoe shopping. Men shopping. Shoes don't hit on you though."

Maria took off her top as she got ready for a shower. Christy watched her take off her bra. It fell to the ground and she saw Maria's near perfect breasts with brown areola's. Maria turned around and removed her pants revealing that she was wearing a blue thong and that she had a nice ass. It wasn't too big and Christy concluded that Maria worked out. It raised the bar for Christy as she realized that she need to do more than sunbathing and sex if she wanted to improve her already hot body, and she did.

"Christy, Shower time?"

Christy's head spun. Was that an invitation or just Texas charm? Maria caught on that Christy was confused by the offer.

Christy added, "There are, like, four shower stalls, girl."

Christy figured out that Maria was just being friendly and not flirty.

They laughed, toweled up, and discovered Maria's hair dryer was useless in French outlets. Christy made up a ridiculous lie about how the US patented "normal plugs," and they spent the rest of the time before dinner laying on their beds, gossiping. Christy shared her hairdryer with the European plug with Maria.

Christy told stories about guys hitting on her and how she deflected their advances. About how she was a virgin throughout high school. She now felt comfortable enough to tell Maria some of the times in college when she drank too much and let her guard down. At least, not yet.

The girls agreed that men were predators; making advances sometimes at the most inappropriate places like at Church or at work. Maria said that her doctor once complimented her breasts during a mammary exam. Maria said although she had mixed feelings, her boyfriend did not appreciate it. Christy knew that she would have slapped the doctor across the face. This exemplified how Maria and Christy were not cut from the same cloth.

Maria also shared stories how she juggled multiple boyfriends in high school, losing her virginity at 17, and even coopted to having a college three way with her roommate and boyfriend after a long night of "quarters," a drinking game.

Maria recalled, "My boyfriend Bill often slept over so my roommate was used to him being around. Bill was your typical Texan with broad shoulders, sandy blond hair, very little chest hair, and strong arms. He always wore jeans; boots and a belt buckle the size of a pack of playing cards."

Christ listened intently.

Maria continued, "After like my 20th shot of beer, or maybe my 40th, I noticed my roommate was paying a lot, maybe too much, attention to Bill. Laughing at everything he said, touching his arm and almost deliberately moving closer to him."

"Tina, that's my roommate's name, was the cheerleader type; long legs, skinny and had small tits. She had long blond hair and dated all the time different men, usually guys that played sports or rode horses.

She sat in his lap, maybe to see how I would react. I laughed. She even gave him a fast kiss on the lips and looked over at me. Bill also looked over at me and I smiled. I think they both took this as my giving them my approval to fool around."

"Where you jealous Christy?"

"For a hair of a second but then my jealousy became curiosity. How far will they go? I mean how far would I let them go?"

Christy could not help but get aroused by this erotic story. By the way Marias was telling it, Christy new it was true. Christy just waited for Maria to keep talking.

"Anyway, Bill had his hands on her waist first, and then his head was resting on her shoulder. I felt left out to pasture. I noticed Bill's hands had found her stomach and I was like 'what is he going to do next?'"

Christy heart was beating faster. This was like a romantic novel being read by one of the main characters. She felt turned on but also a bit embarrassed as these were very intimate details; details that if this happened to her, she would never share with anyone unless she had been drinking.

But as fate would have it, it was time to leave for dinner and even Maria wouldn't dare continue the story in public. The story would have to wait until another time.

Christy couldn't help but think, "Did they do it? Or did Maria just watch Bill and Tina. Was that the end of Bill?"

It was like an afternoon soap opera. The same plot over and over with different endings.

The girls left for dinner.

At dinner three French guys showed up--Jean, Louis, and Henri. They introduced themselves and Maria decided that she would just think of them as the three Frenchmen and not bother learning their names.

The three Frenchmen were dressed in European style pants and American sneakers.

"Did the dress together?" thought Christy.

Henri stood out because he was wearing an brown ascot and Persol sunglasses. He was also taller and had a warm glow to him.

"He was like a French prince charming," Christy thought.

Jean and Louis made their moves on Maria; Henri politely turned his attention on Christy. He kissed her hand, pulled out her chair, and asked about her classes in English.

By dessert the boys had scored a Saturday "group date" to a club on Rue du Faubourg.

Maria mouthed "we're going" across the table, and Christy's expression indicated that she was onboard.

Friday, after dinner, they went back in their room and Maria wrestled into her too tight jeans. She sat at the edge of her bed and got them on about halfway. Then she jumped up and down, getting them on inch by inch until they were on all the way. Now she would have to button them and get the zipper up.

Christy cracked up and said, "Damn girl. Did they shrink?"

Maria said, "My smaller pair is in the wash."

Smaller? Both of the girls laughed. It would have to be junior sized to get any smaller.

Maria took out her red blouse with the white lace. When she put it on over her bra, the beautiful buttons looked like they would be flying off and maybe hit someone in the eye. Like the jeans, the blouse was at least one size too small and hopefully the tread that held the buttons on was heavy duty or even 10 pound test fishing line.

Meanwhile, Christy stared at her own closet. Christy's face all of the sudden looked disappointed. Almost sad.

"White silk, red skirt, no bra," Maria announced, rummaging through Christy's closet.

Maria loaned her highest black pumps. Christy sprayed YSL on her neck. Christy stared at the mirror--hot and ready for action. This was one of the reasons she was in the exchange program; to have fun. And with Maria has her wingman, it was going to be a great semester.

At eight fifteen, the guys knocked, sporting European designer clothing. If nothing else, they were almost on time. The girls grabbed their purses.

Henri whispered to Christy, "Tu es magnifique," and even Maria caught the meaning.

The crammed into a tiny blue Renault--Maria sandwiched between Jean and Louis, hand on each thigh, loving the attention. Henri drove. It was a stick shift and required two hands so Christy and Henri gave each other periodic glances. They traveled through the dimly lit cobblestone streets of Paris that looked exactly like every Paris postcard she'd ever taped to a wall.

Louis and Jean playful teased each other.

"Henri, pull over so Jean can take a bath," Louis joked.

Jean jabbed back, "Louis needs to be home by 9, why not just drop him off now."

Maria was amused but Christy was not listening, paying attention to Henri's every move.

Le Palace had great energy, just like a French Studio 54: strobe lights, mirrored walls, KC & the Sunshine Band booming. Le Palace looked like it was once a French ballroom and even had balconies. It was a blend of a modern night club and classic French architecture. The matte back modern lighting and speakers matched beautifully with the original aging gold painted balconies and trim. The stairs were covered with aged hand-woven, maroon carpet like in the movies. Christy loved foreign films.

Henri bought German beers; Becks. They toasted their new friendship, and then Henri pulled Christy onto the dance floor. Sweaty bodies, glittery clothes, & flashing lights--she felt like Cinderella at the ball.

Later, Peter Frampton's "Baby I Love Your Way" played. Louis snagged Christy for the slow dance while Maria kept flirting with Jean.

Henri reclaimed Christy afterward and murmured, "Walk?" She nodded, while her heart pounded away.

The young lovers walked down the cobble stone streets, as cars occasionally drove by. The street lights looked like lanterns and there was a gentle breeze in the air.

After a quiet cab ride, and a brief walk towards the dorm, suddenly Henri's mouth was on hers inside the dorm. One kiss, and Christy almost fainted. He unbuttoned her blouse, softly touching her skin. Her nipples tightened, her mind clouded. The blouse fell to the floor like an autumn leaf in New England.

He whispered something in French that she couldn't translate, but the intent was clear. She removed her skirt, left the heels on, and lay back on the bed. Henri's body was lean, toned, and he was uncircumcised--she never saw a man's cock wearing a funny party hat. She stroked him while her free hand found her own wetness. She worked one of her fingers into her vagina.

As her finger went in and out brushing lightly on her labia, her mind went blank focusing only on the pleasure she was experiencing and nothing else. Her breathing was soft as if it wear a dream.

"Maybe it's all a dream I dreamed, one afternoon, long ago," went through her mind as she drift into dreamland.

Henri's hand rested on top of hers as she continued masturbating. Her breathing got more intense as she was getting closer and closer to climaxing. This was no dream; this was ecstasy in the making; heaven on earth.

Gently, Henri removed her hand and gently guided her head to his cock. Christy's mouth opened as her tongue teased Henri's hood. He must have liked it as he started to moan softly.

Christy started sucking only the head of his cock and she tasted the salty sweet taste of his precum. She never liked giving head but this time was different. Everything was different as she sucked his cock even more aggressively.

He was so hard and she sensed that he was ready to cum. She did not want to miss out on getting fucked, so she stopped sucking his cock and stood up and faced him, still wearing the back high heels. Her nipples were very erect and she had a devilish smile.

Christy bent over and put her hands on the bed. Her legs were spread and neither of them spoke a word and ruined the moment.

Henri did not need instructions as he got up and stood behind her.

Christy yelled out, "Fuck me. Fill me with your cum."

Henri spanked her ass once-it surprised her; it even stung. But before she could react, she felt the head of his cock enter her pussy and the fun was about to move to an even higher level.

Henri's cock slid in and out of her; initially slowly and gradually building up to a more aggressive pace. His cock grew inside of her as her legs spread wider apart, inviting his cock in deeper, as if that were possible.

His hands gently massaged her breasts as the jiggled with ever thrust. He touch was tender and it made her feel loved and not objectified. She was more like a partner and not a sex toy. This just added to the pleasure she was experiencing.

From the sound of his breathing and the accelerated pace of his thrusts, Christy knew what was about to happen. Not only for Henri but for her as well. Christy was not the most experienced woman, but she was very good at timing her orgasms.

As Henri came, so did Christy. She came like it was her first time or at least as if she hadn't got laid in a long time. It was very satisfying as her breathing slowly returned to its normal pace.

The sex only lasted a few more moments, and as they laid in bed, Henri lit a cigarette and handed it to Christy. As they shared the cigarette, Christy just thought about how lucky she was, and would she ever have another experience like this. Her eyes closed and she sighed as the smoke escaped her mouth and floated away into the room.

Afterward they rested a bit, they got up and he helped her on with a robe so she could rinse off. When she returned from the WC, he was gone, but not before he wrote a note which he placed on her pillow:

"My Beloved Christy,

There is no one more beautiful. I will count the minutes until our hands meet again. Although we are two, when we are together, it is like we are one.

--Henri"

She lit another cigarette, reread the note a dozen times, and was still smiling when Maria staggered in, half dressed, giggling about "two French explorers and too much wine."

"More like body snatchers," Christy thought and giggled.

"Maybe next time it's just us," Maria mumbled, collapsing across her blankets.

Christy shook her head, tucked Henri's note under her pillow, and drifted into sleep.

She had a feeling the semester had only begun to get interesting.

The story continues "Adventures in Paris Pt. 2"