Her Best Friend's Son Pt. 02

We decided that the easiest spot for us to initiate the young man was the apartment where we met.

It was a matter of how to lure Julien to the apartment and then, how to seduce him.

Françoise was confident that once she could lay her hands on him, she would be able to handle the situation.

Indeed, we knew from Martha, his mother, that Julien had a crush on her.

We also knew that he watched porno, so that he enjoyed seeing people having sex.

"What we also know is that he loves physics and hopes to go and study physics.

That is what you do, no?" Françoise thought aloud.

"Why don't Martha and I set up an 'informative meeting' for Julien with an established physics student, so that he can inform himself about the curriculum and the level of difficulty?"

She looked at me to see whether I was following. I must have looked a bit puzzled.

"The established student being you! You understand?

In such a way we could lure him to this apartment, where the meeting takes place. So-called 'your flat'.

You are a physics student, so you can actually show him what the study is like."

I was still puzzled. "But where do you come in then?" I asked.

"Aha, "She laughed, "Here comes!

During your information meeting with the young chap, I will come along to your flat, as your so-called 'aunt', to so-called 'see how you are doing'.

I will not wear the clothes I go to church with, if you see what I mean! I will wear something more revealing and exciting."

He will of course recognize me from the tennis club, and perhaps express surprise.

But that is no problem of course. It will just seem a coincidence, that I am your aunt.

I will come to the flat later in the morning and invite you both for lunch.

We can go to the brasserie around the corner from the apartment. I will make a reservation already so that we are certain to have a table.

Over lunch, with wine of course, we can soften him up. His mum told me that he loves a good glass of wine.

I will make sure that he becomes aroused, don't you worry!

We obviously need him to lose his inhibitions if we want him to have sex with me.

After lunch we go back to the apartment and we two pretend to be tipsy and we start flirting. You start stroking and groping me. That will arouse him even more.

I will do as if I am very concerned about you and your hard working and offer you to give you some relaxing massage. We'll tell him that is what we always do when I visit you.

We tell him that I'm a physiotherapist...

You tell him to stay, as you want to show him more of your study stuff later. You give him plenty of stuff regarding your studies, to inspect and read.

We will excuse us for a few moments and go to the bedroom, where we will undress and do what we always do in the bedroom."

And that will not go unnoticed by the young fellow, considering your usual behaviour and the noise you make in my bed!" Françoise laughed out loud.

"We make sure that we 'accidently' leave the door open so that he can see us during our love play.

With a bit of luck, he will already be firmly aroused by what he will have seen and heard.

From then on, leave it to me, I will improvise. No man can resist me when I show him my tits!

How does that sound?"

Françoise laughed out loud, and she looked as if she was already enjoying the scene and the events!

I had to laugh too. "You are the naughtiest woman I've ever met!"

"Oh really? Françoise laughed, "You scoundrel! Before you may fuck me again, you are going to tell me exactly what other naughty women you've met!"

She had of course forgotten all about her threat by the time we were in the apartment again, and we had our hot afternoon session as usual.

Françoise briefed Martha over a coffee about our plan.

Martha was very happy, and they agreed that she would tell her son that a son of one of her friends was a physics student and that he was prepared to show him what the study entails, books, exercises, etcetera.

Martha was to give Julien my telephone number in order to contact me and make an appointment.

Indeed, two days later I received a call.

"Hi, my name is Julien. I'm in my last year of high school and I want to go study physics. My mum told me I could call you as you are prepared to show me what the study is like."

He obviously read the text from a piece of paper, and he sounded quite nervous.

I managed to reassure him somewhat. I said I was very happy to show him my study material, tell him about the curriculum and the teaching.

For lunch we could go to the student restaurant at the nearby university, where I also could show him the lecture halls and, if I obtained permission, some of the labs.

We made an appointment for Wednesday, at 10 a. m. in the week after, and I gave him the address of the apartment.

Françoise and I agreed that she would show up at 11.

At the set time, I was in the apartment and brought my books and lecture notes.

Julien was there at 10 a. m. sharp. I went downstairs to the entrance and led him up by the escalator to the fourth floor, where the apartment is.

Julien was a handsome guy, almost six foot tall with a sturdy build and a boyish face that started to assume manly traits.

After some small talk and jesting, he relaxed visibly. We sat down at the dining table where I had piled up my books and notes, and I started to question him about his proficiency in physics and his motivation.

I showed him then the first-year curriculum and the study material that was used to prepare for the periodic examinations.

After a while we were fully absorbed by our discussions; he had plenty of questions, which I tried to answer as well as possible.

I pretended to be surprised when the bell rang at 11 a. m.

"Who could that be? Will you excuse me for a moment?" I asked and walked to the intercom.

As rehearsed, I then said, "Hi aunt Françoise, what a surprise! I am with somebody, but please come in for a moment!"

I remember that, when Françoise walked through the door, my jaws dropped...

She normally dressed in an advantageous manner that showed off her well curved, voluptuous body.

But this time she had surpassed herself.

Her thin, colourful summer dress fitted her like a glove and was stretched to the limits around her hips and her bosom. It was low cut allowing a good view of her impressive cleavage.

As usual her clothing had a touch of exciting vulgarity... the contours of her slip and bra were clearly visible; her nipples made indents in the fabric of her dress.

She was surrounded by a cloud of fresh perfume.

Françoise played her role excellently.

When Julien jumped up to introduce himself, she looked quasi surprised and stretched out her hand.

"Oh, hello young man. Wait a minute, I must have seen you before. Let me think, where could that be?"

The young man took her hand and shook it clumsily.

He looked at her in awe, with his mouth and eyes wide open.

"At the tennis club ma'am," he stuttered and blushed profusely.

"That's it! At the tennis club. Are you a member?"

"Yes ma'am, and my mother too. I think you know her. It's Martha McGuire"

Françoise showed a broad smile, "Of course, I know Martha! We played a game together only last week.

Why, I did not know that she has such a nice, impressive son!"

Julien blushed even more.

I explained to him that Françoise was not a relative but that she was a good friend of my mother, who had known me since my birth.

"He is a bit like a son to me, "Françoise added, smiling at me, "He normally calls me just Françoise.

You do the same please, Julien!"

I invited both to sit down in the cosy little lounge, opposite each other. It gave Françoise an opportunity to show off her well-shaped legs, as her dress moved up along her thighs as she sat down.

"I had to be in the neighbourhood this morning, so I decided to come and see you, my smart boy," Françoise said, looking at me, "how are you doing?"

"Nice of you, Françoise." I replied and I told her about my recent life. That my studies required hard work at that moment.

She pretended to hear things for the first time and looked quasi concerned.

She acted similarly when Julien told us that he was in the last grade of high school, preparing for his final exams.

Suddenly Françoise said, "You know what? I want to invite you two for lunch. Let's go to the brasserie d'Artagnan, just round the corner. I like that place."

When Julien seemed to hesitate, she exclaimed," no excuses, young man, just relax and follow me! You too must work hard enough in your last year at high school, so a bit of a distraction will do you good!"

Not surprisingly, a table was available for us... and one in a quiet, private corner on the terrace."

It was a hot day, and Françoise immediately ordered a chilled bottle of Cava.

"Always reminds me of those beautiful holydays on Spanish beaches," she laughed, "Cheers!"

Young Julien simply could not keep his eyes off Françoise.

Several times she caught him looking at her cleavage and then he blushed profusely.

So often had I seen how infallible her attraction was for younger men...

When the moment came to order, she looked at both Julien and me and said, "You men, you order a hearty meal. You need to eat well to deal with your studies, and... to deal with... the girls!"

She laughed out loud.

"What about the girls? Do you have time for the girls?" She asked Julien.

Julien blushed profusely and stammered, "No ma'am, eh, Françoise, not really."

The wine was beginning to have an effect, especially on a hot day like that particular one.

"No time for the girls? A handsome man like you. I don't believe it," Françoise kept teasing him, "are there no nice girls you fancy?"

She did not wait for his answer, as we already knew the answer...

Instead, looking at me, "I'm sure my nephew Ken fu... eh, knows a few nice girls, doesn't he?"

I decided to play the game with her.

"Actually, I know a very nice woman. Very, very sexy and hot as hell!" I said.

We both laughed, leaving Julien puzzled.

During the meal, Françoise complimented Julien several times with his appearance.

"You really look like an athlete. Do you exercise much?"

Thus, giving the young man opportunities to tell and boast about his successes, for example in rowing.

He responded in the typical, clumsy way of men who boast about their achievements in front of a woman they fancy and want to impress.

During the meal, Françoise did not lose an opportunity to show off prominent parts of her voluptuous body.

For example, by leaning back in her chair and stretch the fabric of her dress with her breasts so that the nipples became clearly visible.

She mentioned in passing that she liked to keep her body in good shape as a former physiotherapist.

"She's still a really good physiotherapist," I added, "Françoise sometimes gives me a very soothing massage when she comes to see me."

By the time we made our way back to the apartment Julien was visibly aroused.

It was impossible for him to concealing his erection when he walked, but Françoise feigned not to notice.

But we, Françoise and I, began to become aroused too!

Aroused by what we had discussed, but also by the prospect of what was to come...

Françoise told me later that she actually fancied an intimate session with the good looking, virile young man at that moment.

(to be continued)