4. Invitations
I studied hard that day. I felt more refreshed after a night of sexual release than I usually did before an exam.
At around five I got a text from Yvette. "Want to compare notes for tomorrow?"
I had forgotten that my first exam was a math class that we shared. "OK, but do need to study."
"Pick u up at home. Bring PJs and books. We will study late + I take u straight to hall in am."
That was fair enough. Even though we'd inevitably get distracted, that would still give me plenty of time to read through the last notes I was working on, and maybe shared study would help me catch anything I'd missed.
We stopped for fast food on the way to her place. I paid, though she complained, and we sat at a table at the restaurant to eat rather than deal with trash later.
"Kévin," she said, just before finishing her chicken, "do you 'ave passeport?"
"Mmhmm. Some of us went to Mexico in high school. It's still valid."
"Maman asked if I would like to bring a friend for Noël, when she takes 'oliday in France. Christmas."
"Yvette, there's no way I could afford..."
She put a finger to my lips. "Shh. She buys the ticket for me and my friend. She says if you want to come to Nantes, you are our guest."
"You told her about me?" I was surprised. We'd only really met the previous day.
"I 'ave no plans to take another," she said. "You are my friend, yes?"
"At least that," I agreed, reaching out to touch her fingers. "Will your parents object to you bringing a guy? Do they have an extra room?"
She laughed and took out her phone, then showed me a screen. The text was in French.
"There I give your name," she said, pointing. "'Ere, she asks 'one room or two'. I say one. She says bien, good. You will share my room. My bed suffices. Nantes is ver' beautiful, even in winter."
I finished my fries. I found that I was shaking slightly. "I think I would like that," I said, "but we still hardly know each other."
She nodded seriously. "It is true. But for now we can be lovers, yes? I think even without you I will not sleep with anyone else before Noël, so we can still be lovers in France. After that, per'aps we are, per'aps we are not, but you 'ave the chance to see my country."
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said. "I will come."
We did study. As last-minute as it was, it was still a useful session. I asked her about a theorem I'd always had trouble with, and she took about a half-hour to explain what she understood in several different ways, until suddenly it opened up to me, and the whole set of dependencies that I'd taken on faith suddenly made sense.
I think I helped her in feeling like she was well prepared, if nothing else.
Then we closed our books, and she poured us both a glass of wine. She leaned against me as we drank. When I was done, she took the glass from me and placed it on the table, then turned to straddle my lap.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Tu verras, mon amoureux." Which didn't help me at all.
She swept her hair back, then kissed my mouth, trapping and chasing my tongue. She began to unfasten the buttons of the pink blouse she wore, slipping it off without interrupting the kiss. Underneath she wore a red bra which completely hid her breasts, unfortunately.
I reached for it, but she pushed me back, then lifted my tee shirt over my head. I raised my arms to let her.
She lowered her face to kiss my nipples, running her fingers down my chest, then undid my cargo shorts. She had to stand to take them off, and she tugged off my shoes and socks before finishing with the shorts.
Her shoes and skirt went next, leaving her in red bra and black panties while I had my underwear and a major erection within them.
She climbed back into my lap, squatting against me, and drew her body against mine, her sex stroking my erection through my underwear. She leaned forward to kiss me, parting her lips and forcing me to chase them, her tongue darting out to tantalize mine.
She moved against my erection as we kissed, and my cock was fully hard when I felt her fingers working with the waistband of my underwear to free them from my hips and shaft. Then she was pulling them down my thighs and over my knees.
Yvette sucked hard on my tongue before stepping down off the couch to squat on the floor and take my underwear all the way off.
She traced a finger up the side of my shaft. "You did a thing yesterday," she said. "I wish to do this thing for you." Then she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my shaft, and I squirmed in pleasure as she drew circles there.
I leaned back on the couch to watch her work, my hands on the cushions beside me.
Yvette ran her tongue down to the base of my shaft, then planted kisses around it, small motions of her lips that enclosed her circling tongue. My belly spawned butterflies, and my shaft stretched yet further. Her fingers traced around my balls, then her lips followed, down the center as far as she could reach. She licked a finger and ran it over them to press immediately behind my balls.
Then her tongue was sliding back up the underside of my shaft, slowly, circling at the tip again. Those butterflies were flapping their wings hard. Then she parted her lips, slid my cock between them, and took a few inches into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the head and I groaned aloud.
She suddenly bobbed her head rapidly, and I thought the teasing was over. My body squirmed at the surge of stimulation, and my thighs tensed, preparing for orgasm. I should have known better, though. As abruptly as she'd started moving, she drew her mouth quickly off the head with a pop. I gasped at the sudden lack of feeling, a palpable sense of disappointment.
She moved back onto the couch, straddling me. The tip of my shaft rested against her belly. I tried to lift my arms to hold her, but she pushed them back down to the cushions. She bobbed up and down, a quick, shallow movement, and leaned forward to kiss my neck. Her skin rubbed slightly at the tip of my erection, damp with saliva, which added another layer of arousal.
"'Ow does this feel, Kévin?" she asked.
"Amazing," I gasped.
She pushed her left bra strap over her shoulder. "The bra, does it come off?"
I nodded vigorously. She popped the right strap over her shoulder, too. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I managed.
She pulled both straps back up. "Say please. In French."
"S'il te plait..." I mumbled.
"Ver' good," she said. Her belly rubbing my cock was driving me crazy with need. She reached behind her, unhooked the catch, then let it dangle loose on the straps, before drawing them down her arms.
She cast it aside as I stared at her lovely breasts, quivering with her small bounces.
"Lick them," she instructed.
I ran my tongue over her left breast. I tried to suck her nipple, but she shook her head. "You are being naughty. Just lick." So I licked it all over, but flapped my tongue against the nipple before she leaned back. She gave me a mock frown, lips pursed, and set the right breast before me for the same treatment.
"Also here." She pressed her cleavage to my face and I licked the center of her chest up to her neck.
"Bien" she said. She gave me a brief kiss on the lips, with tongue, which, in my erotically charged state, made me groan, then climbed out of my lap, taking away the bouncing stimulation she'd been giving to my cock. Gripping my hips, she drew me forward to the very edge of the couch.
Opening her mouth, she slid it over my shaft for several inches, before backing off completely. Then she held my cock in her fingers, lifted herself high on her knees, and rubbed it against her left nipple. The feeling of her firm flesh against the head of my cock was exciting, but the sight magnified the effect. I could see her nipple growing hard with the touch. She squeezed her breast and rubbed the nipple quickly against the head. A moan escaped my mouth and she gave me a satisfied grin.
Switching to her right breast, she drew her nipple against my shaft until it swelled to erect. Then she held her breast, lowering her body so that the nipple ran down the sensitive underside, and I shuddered.
She moved so that my shaft was between her breasts, then leaned forward, the head pressing firmly to her chest. She began to bounce in place, slower than before, a timing like our bodies moving together. Her chest caressed the head of my cock in this motion. Then she squeezed her breasts, and they pressed against my shaft. It felt like I was inside her, but I could see everything happening, and her lips made an O as her slight panting betrayed her own pleasure. She pinched her nipples, then squeezed her breasts inwards, rubbing them on my shaft. I tried to move, to rock my hips to thrust between her breasts, desperate for release.
Yvette drew back. "No, you are being naughty. I 'ave more for you, yet."
I sighed.
"You like to watch me do these things?"
"Yeah," I breathed.
She smiled slyly at me, then relaxed back into a squatting position. The fingers of her right hand circled her nipple, then moved down between her legs. She extended her tongue, just touching it to the underside of my shaft, drew back, then repeated the action. She was playing with me, keeping me aroused and excited but drifting further from the point of climax, while the fingers between her legs induced her own pleasure.
A small moan escaped her throat, and her face flushed. Her eyes burned into me as she panted softly. She licked the underside of my shaft again, then covered it with her lips, taking only an inch or so in, stroking the tip gently with her tongue. She moaned again, and I felt it in my cock. Backing away for a second she licked the fingers of her left hand and wrapped them around the base, before taking me into her mouth again.
The more aroused she became, the more her lips around my cock fed my fire. The trick was perfect - by masturbating herself she was driving my need beyond reason, while the physical stimulation she provided was well short of what I needed to come.
Her face glowed with arousal now, and I felt her breath panting through her nose onto my shaft, interspersed with loud moans which vibrated into me. Slowly she took in more, her tongue constantly working, the sounds and feelings of her arousal intensifying her every movement.
She lifted her hand from between her legs and squeezed her breast as she began to move her head up and down, still slowly, her tongue in constant motion, filling me with lust and zeal, while she moaned and panted the while.
Then she increased the pace. Not a very rapid bobbing, which she'd teased me with at first, but quick enough to be an inexorable drive, with the movement of her tongue irresistible, and my climb hastened by my reaction to her arousal. Her fingers moved on the base of the shaft in counterpoint to her mouth, and I knew she was going to drive me right off the cliff.
"Yvette..." I groaned.
She didn't even slow down. Her eyes held mine the entire time, her face dark with passion.
"MMF..." I gasped as my cock tightened painfully. Then, "Oh, God, Yvette," as it exploded, waves of hot passion flowing into her mouth.
She didn't recoil, or even find something to spit into. Her tongue continued to move against the head of my cock, drawing out the orgasm, fueling the spasms, until I had to say, "Oh God... Yvette... no more."
I fell limp against the back of the couch while she straddled my thighs again. "This was okay, yes?"
"God," I groaned. "She gives me the most amazing orgasm of my life, and asks if it was okay."
She raised her eyebrows. "So good?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said, plainly. Then I grinned. "Also, fun. I liked seeing you aroused, it made it much more exciting." I lifted my right hand and absently toyed with her left breast. "Did you come?"
She shook her head. "I tell you, this was for you. I did not wish the distraction."
"Aww," I said, then drew her close to kiss. "Then we must address that."
"I 'ope," she said, her eyes dancing.
I moved her off my lap to the end if the couch. There was a small cushion that fit under her back, so that she could rest her head on the armrest. Then I knelt before her, leaned forwards, and began with a light kiss. Then down her neck, on both sides, making her shiver. I worked my right hand under the pillow beneath her back to support myself on my elbow.
My left hand roamed down her side to the front of the panties she still wore, then very lightly around, searching for the stud. Finding it I, I stroked it very lightly through the thin cloth. She had already been heavily aroused in the last few minutes. I didn't think there was a risk of her not being ready, and she didn't stop me.
At that point I began to lick and tease her breasts. Lightly stroking her piercing soon made her breathing heavy, and when her eyes were dark with need I stopped moving my finger, holding it stationary against her panties, the stud lightly touching it. If she responded to my teasing by moving at all, she got an extra jolt of stimulation from her piercing. I tried to discourage her from deliberately stimulating herself by moving my finger back if her hips started to move.
The tactic seemed mostly to be working. She lay still on the couch, but when I would suckle or tease her unexpectedly she would twitch and gasp. It gave extra erotic impact to the breast play that she already enjoyed.
After a few minutes of this, her small nipples were swollen hard, and she couldn't keep herself from moving against my finger. Regretfully I moved it away, gave her right nipple one final kiss and drew my arm out from under the pillow.
Then I rolled her panties down, just far enough to expose the stud, so that she couldn't grind herself against the thin fabric, and began to kiss her everywhere but on her clit. Along her thighs, towards her sex, then switching legs before getting too close. Down her pussy, suckling at her lips. She moaned loudly with each kiss, but couldn't get herself to the point of climax. I pressed my fingers against the base of her sex and moved them around, which made her lift her hips off the couch for a moment.
My suckling her labia made her gasp, and pushing my tongue deeper into her made her lift her hips again and exclaim something in French. I lapped for a while, carefully monitoring her cries to avoid going too far, then drew back and lapped her piercing for a couple of seconds and no more.
"Merde alors!" she yelped.
"What does that mean?" I asked, deliberately avoiding touching her at all.
"Don't stop!" she cried.
"No it doesn't,"
"Ah, MERDE!," she yelped. "It means, something like 'Oh, shit!'"
"Is that good or bad?"
"Mon Dieu!. I need this, Kévin."
I ran my tongue over the skin around the piercing, and her back arched.
Drawing back again, I returned to teasing. I wasn't going to keep her waiting long. She'd already come down from one high of excitement for my sake. That alone might intensify her experience. And I certainly didn't want to be cruel. But she'd given me the most amazing feeling earlier, and though my imagination for trying new things was lacking, I wanted to do the best I could for her.
There was another thing that squealing Sofia had showed me.
I straightened the first two fingers of my left hand, and slipped them inside her. She was so wet it was an easy task. Yvette immediately began to rock her hips against the penetration. I wasn't really trying to emulate a penis with them, though. I curled them forward, trying to find a rough spot in the wall of her sex, which might have been easier if she had stopped moving.
Finding something, though not entirely sure whether it was what I was seeking, I flapped my fingers against it, pressing and backing off in time to her movement. Yvette made a strangled "Ngg" sound. I really wasn't sure if that was good or not, but she didn't complain.
Then, after a moment, her arousal hit a crescendo. "Aww! Aww! Aww!" almost too quick for me to respond, but I did, moving my face back to her sex, digging my tongue into the space below the piercing, licking her clit directly.
Yvette yelped and came hard, judging from the way her body froze, held quivering, back arched, and from the strong contractions around my fingers inside her. After a moment she made a series of humming sounds, descending in pitch and volume. "Hnnnn... Hnnn... Hnnn... Hnnn...." and her hips slowly settled back to the bed.
She reached out and caressed my head as I continued licking, fingers lightly pressed to the wall of her sex inside, still feeling her twitch. After a time, she gently pushed me away and sat upright.
She was so silent I started to worry I'd upset her or pushed her too far, but she leaned against my shoulder and made a contented sigh. Then she stood, slipped her underwear off, then collected her clothes and took them through to the bedroom. I followed after gathering mine.
She slumped onto the bed and I lay beside her. She reached out for my hand and held it. "I think still that you 'ave done this many times. You are trying to spare my feelings, yes?"
I shook my head. "Yvette, no. I haven't lied to you at all. There was one girl. A few nights. Less than a week."
She gave me an incredulous look. "If there is more, you 'ave no need to 'ide, and no need to tell me. Your past affairs are not my concern. But if this is just one lover, she teaches well and you learn well."
I sighed. "It is. I admit, I was eager to find another girl to try oral with, but I didn't get lucky, and then schoolwork kicked in. I have wondered what I'd have learned if she hadn't dumped me the following day for someone else."
"Idiote," was Yvette's judgement. "Well, now you 'ave someone to practice. And per'aps you can practice with Meadow. I am sure she will like."
A jolt of something hit me, even more strongly than the previous day. Fear? Doubt? Shock? Arousal? All of the above? It was hard to tell. Well, arousal was definitely in the mix, and quite strongly, but that was even more confusing. How could I be aroused by the thought of another girl while I was sharing a bed with this one? Shock, because I thought that since we'd become so close in our passions, Yvette wouldn't mention this again. Fear and doubt because maybe she was trying to push me away. I could have lived with that the previous day. Now I didn't want to think about it.
"Your joking about that now, right? Just to be sure."
She shook her head. "Non."
"Yvette, I don't know what we are to each other, yet, but lovers, at least? And you're taking me to France, where we will still be lovers. I can't have sex with other girls while we're together like that. Or do you want for us to stop being lovers?"
"Non, not that," she said, sharply. "Attends." She rolled towards me, positioning herself along my body. "I explain. You will keep your promise for a date, yes?"
"I can, but..."
"Non, non, I 'ave not finished. I will not make you do anything. I will not stop you do anything. That is first. You and I, we may stay together for some time, I think?"
"I hope so, Yvette. I want to."
She smiled briefly. "Bien. Before yesterday, you saw Meadow, yes?"
"In a photo, yeah."
She nodded. "You saw 'er. You felt attracted to 'er. Then you did not spend time with 'er. If you do not, now, you will always wonder. Even if you do not think it, there will be a question. I do not wish you to 'ate me for taking 'er place. And Meadow, she is not threat. She likes making love, yes, but she does not keep 'er lovers long."
"I won't hate you for taking her place, Yvette," I insisted.
"I think it is 'ealthy if you 'ave freedom to choose. I wish to know only that you do not keep secrets from me. I would be 'urt and angry if you 'ide a lover from me. I do not think I would be jealous if you make love with someone you like, and it is not for a long time."
"But it doesn't seem like this is a passive thing with Meadow. You're pushing me into sleeping with her."
She shook her head. Curls fell forward and she brushed them back. "I do not wish to push you into 'aving sex. I do not wish to push you into not 'aving sex. I do wish for you to go on the date with Meadow, because she is my friend, and I take her place, and because you agreed to go."
"I will," I said. "I'm okay with that part."
"Good," she said. "Then, when you go on the date, it should be like any other. If you like 'er and want to spend the night with 'er, and she wants to spend the night with you, then this is what you should do."
"I see what you're saying," I said, "I do, I think. But maybe this really is a cultural thing. Maybe a French guy could do it. I don't know if I can."
Yvette smiled at me. "If you can not, I will not be sad with you. But if you can, I think you will enjoy, and you will learn. She is ver' lovely person, and ver' seductive. When she persuades you into 'er bed, you should not be chagriné." She was silent for a moment. "Close your eyes."
I did.
"Imagine the photos you 'ave seen," she continued. "Make this picture in your mind. Think of what could 'ave been yesterday if you 'ad taken 'er to bed, and 'ave 'er body in your arms."
"Yvette, this is..."
"Aha!" she exclaimed, with satisfaction. I gave her a puzzled look, opening my eyes, and saw that her amused gaze was on my cock, which had grown significantly.
"Shit," I said.
"You already make fantasies," she said, reaching out and stroking my shaft, which rapidly lengthened. "And this is good. She is ver' nice, and ver' friendly. She does not like long relationships." Then she gave me a wicked grin. "And if you fall in love with 'er, I cure this in my bed in Nantes, yes?"
"If there's one thing I do understand about this situation," I said, "it's that I'm absolutely certain that won't happen."
"Think of 'er in your arms some more," she said, with amusement, "and I think you will be soon ready for us to make love again."