After my very interesting – and one might say energetic – Christmas Holiday, I went back to Uni, and did some serious thinking. I felt I had really changed the relationship with Jane and was falling in love with her. But was she feeling the same? On the other hand, she did ask if I wanted 5 kids!
I decided I needed to simplify my social life for a while, and increase my cash flow. I went down to the local Italian I always used, and where Jane and I had had that significant meal, and inquired about part-time work as a waiter. Even though the period after Christmas is typically slow, they had lost two waiters over the holidays. So I was offered Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings. Perfect.
I could keep up my studies, but to be honest, they were not proving as exciting and involving as I had hoped when choosing the courses. I was doing the three basic sciences – Maths, Physics, Chemistry – with a thought to being a teacher, but the thought of spending my working life with teen-age kids was starting to feel uninviting. I figured I would work hard enough to pass the first year, and then think hard over the summer about what I wanted, really wanted.
With working three nights a week, often until after midnight, I was tired, and time-restricted on having a mad sex life. Carol would occasionally come over from her room for a glass of wine or some friends-with-benefits sex, but it was never anything exciting. From comments she made, I began to believe she actually had a lesbian lover that was becoming serious. Certainly, the sex was pretty perfunctory. I felt we were more like friends-with-habits than even friends-with-benefits!
Anna was getting more into enjoying lesbian sex, and frequently spent the night with Becca Wright – to which I did not get invited – or occasionally with Carol, also without me. In the end I decided that Anna was a lost cause, and, unless she came to my room for an FWB session, she was no longer of much interest.
Donna was still working up in Edinburgh, and had found, according to her mother, her ‘perfect soul-mate’, a much older woman, and the two were essentially planning on living together before too long.
Mum was getting more involved with John, especially as with my part-time work I was not heading for home at all.
The money I was making at the restaurant I was saving up. Just before I set off to Paris for Easter, I bought an engagement ring, in a smart red box, to take with me. Easter was late, and it would be just “April in Paris” by the time I would head home from a long weekend. The girls picked me up at the Gard du Nord, where the Chunnel Eurostar train came in, and we headed for their apartment.
Their apartment was on the fourth floor of an old house in a French – as opposed to tourist – neighborhood down the hill from the Arc Du Triumph, and there was no elevator. Obviously, this was part of the reason the girls stayed so slim. We had a light supper of soup and bread and went to bed, all three of us together.
After they had both ridden me to mutual climaxes, I lay there and watched the two of them have a very intense 69, with Jane on top. When they had both come, we cleaned up. After the space of my walk-in shower at home, their shower in a small bathtub made for interesting contortions as we washed each other. Drying each other was much easier, and we settled down for the night with each girl laying their head on one of my shoulders.
The next day the weather was beautiful, and we took the hop-on-hop-off bus around Paris to give me an initial view of what is a beautiful city. We walked along the banks of the river, past the Louvre, and past all the book-sellers and artists selling their paintings. It was pure, unadulterated Paris tourism, and both girls seemed very well informed as to what they were showing me.
The time of my visit was before the terrible fire that has so damaged the beauty of Notre Dame Cathedral, and on Easter Sunday, we went to Mass there. I am not a catholic, nor a fluent French speaker, so much of the service – and especially the sermon – was lost on me. Nevertheless, I could appreciate the pomp of the Easter Service, and the robes, the music, and the setting. And the organ sounded fantastic. The energy of the service was palpable.
That evening we cooked dinner, and again went to bed together. Again, the love-making ended with Jane and Fleur engaging in a very intense 69. Watching them made me very hard, despite my previous climaxes.
The next day, we actually went into the Louvre Museum. Of course, we had to see the Mona Lisa, but, as you can imagine, it is well protected and not something anyone can get close to any more. I was surprised that, for a painting worth what that is worth, it was much smaller than I imagined.
That night we played spin the bottle, with forfeits involving losing clothing, and kissing and touching the others. By the time we were all naked, I was extremely hard. This time, Jane put on a strap-on, and she and I double penetrated Fleur kovancılar escort and brought her to a very noisy and bed-thrashing climax.
The following morning, Fleur announced she was going to visit an Aunt for a couple of days. Jane explained that Fleur visited her Aunt at least once a month, and would stay for a couple of days, but that the Aunt’s apartment was not big enough for her to go with Fleur. So Jane and I would spend my last two full days just the two of us.
The weather had been perfect all week-end, and so we took public transport down to the river, and spent the day just walking and talking. I felt a real connection to Jane growing, although something told me that Jane would not be returning to England in the September at the end of her course. But when I pressed her on her return, she would side-step the issue and say that she still had much work to do to complete and pass her course.
That evening, she cooked meat-filled fresh ravioli, a reference back to the evening that I took her willingly-offered virginity. The whole evening was magical, and we spent the night making slow passionate love.
It was making love, not just sex. We caressed each other very gently, and touched, licked, kissed, caressed all the most sensitive and private areas of each other’s body. We cuddled in silence in the pauses, until gently stroking hands would fire us both up again.
It was everything that I hoped would happen on my trip to Paris. She especially loved how I pleased her vagina with my tongue, for a very long time, eliciting several climaxes in the process. Afterwards, we fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
The next day was my last full day in Paris. I would be heading for Gard du Nord and the train early the next morning. Actually, from Jane’s apartment it was about 6 kilometers to the station. Again, we spent the day just walking, and I was yet again impressed with Jane’s knowledge of the city. She seemed to have soaked up living there to the point of becoming a local.
We got back to the apartment, and as Jane prepared supper, I packed my bag.
That evening, we had soup and a salad, with a whole fresh baguette of crispy bread, and a large bottle of wine. I had hung my jacket over the back of the chair I was sitting on prior to the meal, and as we pushed back a little from the table, feeling very replete, I put my hand in the jacket pocket and retrieved the little red box.
As casually as I could, I stood up and knelt next to Jane’s chair, and simply said “I love you and want you to marry me”.
The reaction was not what I expected. She stood up, burst into tears, and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She was gone for half an hour before the bedroom door opened, and she came out.
” I was not expecting that,” she said, quietly. “I was waiting for the right time to tell you that I am not returning to England. Fleur and I have dropped out of that original course, and for the past few months have been studying to become certified and accredited Paris guides. Professional guides. We complete the course at the end of April, and already have loads of bookings for the summer.
Tourism here runs all year, so there is plenty of work. We should soon be able to afford a bigger apartment, and then, Fleur and I plan to get married. Much as I do love you, Mark, I have discovered that I am a lesbian rather than bi-sexual. If ever I were to be with a man, it would be you, but right now I need to be honest and say, I am in love with Fleur, and am planning a life with just her.
Having you here was to give me the opportunity to make certain how I felt. Last night was wonderful, and romantic, and so reminiscent of our early days, but at the back of my mind was always Fleur. So tomorrow, we shall say Goodbye”.
All of which explained how much they knew about Paris and how they had impressed me. I also had a sudden triple realization. I really was in love with Jane. I knew I couldn’t have a future with her, even so, as her heart was elsewhere. And, I knew I was not cut out to be a teacher of science subjects to a repeating line of teenaged students. Three pieces of knowledge that threw my whole life’s plan into total chaos.
I stared into my wine glass, which was still quite full. Jane sat down, and stared into hers. I put the ring box back in my jacket pocket. Slowly, but in one gulp, I finished the wine in the glass. I stood up.
“As I am already packed, I will leave you now and go to the station. There will be somewhere open around there for coffee, and my train is in less than 12 hours.” She didn’t try to dissuade me, just kind of absent-mindedly nodded an acceptance.
I put on my jacket, picked up my bag from the corner of the room, and walked downstairs. As I closed her apartment door, I simply said “I wish you the best, and I still love you; goodbye.”
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I have to be honest, I was crying kozlu escort as I hauled myself and my bag down the four floors to the ground. I looked at my watch. I had precisely 11 hours before my train departed and a 6 kilometer walk. That would mean about an hour and a quarter at a brisk walk, or a bit longer with rests. I had a map of Paris I had brought with me, not expecting the girls to know Paris as well as they did – although now I knew the why and how of that.
Even with my bag, it should take no more than an hour and a half, and so off I set. It was actually quite warm for the time of year, and under different circumstances could have been a very pleasant walk. Fortunately, my bag had wheels on one end, so it was not exactly a strain to pull it along.
Paris around midnight is still a bustling city, even though I was out of prime tourist areas. Once I got up to, and crossed the Arc du Triumph, I set off along the Avenue de Friedland. That part of Paris is wonderful old buildings from previous centuries – most still in good condition – and the GPS in my phone advised me that I was making good time.
All along the Boulevard Haussmann were typical Parisienne buildings, 5 stories or so high, with gabled roofs on them, and broad sidewalks. It seemed funny to see American outlets like Chipotle or the Hard Rock Cafe built into such buildings, but at least some attempt was made not to make the buildings look completely garish. Many of the buildings had been turned into what would probably be very pricey hotels. My study of Paris before the trip was that hotels in the main part of the city were way out of my price range. Without a girl-friend in Paris, I wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.
Eventually, I got to the fork in the road that would take me along the Rue La Fayette, with the enormous Galeries La Fayette – Europe’s largest Department Store – on the corner. From there, it was simply required to stay on that street all the way to Gard du Nord. On the way, I passed Eglise de Vincent-de-Paul, and allowed myself a rest in the square that fronts the church.
I sat there for a good three hours, just thinking, or should I say, rethinking, the three realizations I had had back at Jane’s place.
Was I really in love with Jane, or in love with being in love – wanting to be a one-girl guy? I had enjoyed some wonderful – and sometimes a little kinky – sexual experiences in the last few months, and the need to grow up and settle down was starting to raise its head. Could I settle down with any of the others in my circle?
Anna and Carol were out, as I was convinced they were becoming committed lesbians, as was Donna. Obviously Mum and Julie were out as people to settle down with, so the reality was that Jane was really the only eligible one of females I already knew. So if not Jane, then it was to be – like they say in team lists – TBD, to be determined. Maybe I wanted her simply because there was no-one else that as of now I knew?
But obviously, I was not going to be able to change what had been for her a very serious and thought-out decision, to forego life in England, and me, and her studies, and try a new venture in a new country, with a new love, Fleur.
And maybe that was what I needed. A new start, in a new country, with a new career aim, and let the pieces fall as they would. So I knew I would need a new partner, but I also knew that, unlike all my lovers, I did not want someone of the same sex as my one permanent partner.
As I sat there for so long, it was obvious that some of the ladies of the night were curious as to why I was sitting there. Some approached me with a questioning face, but I just shook my head. I looked at my watch; it was 5 o’clock. I stood up and picked up my bag, and went round the corner. At the end of the street was Gard du Nord, a very impressive 19th century building with quite the ornate frontage.
A small coffee shop was just opening, and I went in for a coffee and a croissant, that was still warm from the baking. When I finished that, I went into the station, cleared all the bureaucracy and went to the waiting room. It didn’t take long to allow us on. I bought a magazine in English. As I bought it, I was surprised by how easily I was starting to handle such simple transactions in French.
I had studied it at school, and was pretty smart at it, with good results. And mixing with Fleur and Jane, and being in Paris for just a few days, it was starting to come back. Would that be useful in the future, I wondered? Although, to be honest, I could not picture teaching Maths in French.
The train pulled out, and after a brief read of the magazine, I sat and stared out of the window. The actual tunnel part of the trip is not long, about 20 minutes, and I stared out of the window at my own reflection as we went through. I didn’t look my best, that was certain.
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It was evening by the time I got back to kozluk escort my own flat. As I entered, there was someone new at the mail table, a young man in a suit.
He looked at me, and said “You must be the guy in number 2 – I heard you were away in Paris. Nice time?”
I smiled a weak smile, and said, “Not particularly…”
“Oh dear”, he said, “Well, see you again, I am in number 5…”
“I didn’t know Anna was moving out,” I replied.
“Oh, she didn’t, she moved in with Carol, and Carol knew I was looking for a room, so it all worked out nicely.”
And off he went upstairs. There was no mail for me, so I let myself into my room, and, to be honest, laid down on the bed, felt sorry for myself and cried. I also drank some wine….
By the next morning, I knew what was what. I was going to drop out of school and find something else for a career. For the short term I could always go back into construction. Here, in my University town, there was a fair bit of construction and certainly there was back at home, around my Mum’s place.
To give myself some time, I sent a check to the landlord to pay the rent until the end of May, which would be almost the end of the University year anyway, and resolved later that day to drive home. I spent some time doing some housework, so that the place would be clean and tidy, and then went down to the restaurant to have an early dinner and to tell them that I was leaving the job in all probability.
They were very pleasant about it, and said they would always consider taking me back if I needed to. I went back to the house, and knocked on Carol’s door. She opened it wearing just a robe, and I could hear someone moving around behind her.
“I’ve just come to let you know I am dropping out at Uni, going home for a few days to make up my mind about things. So goodbye, and say goodbye to Anna for me. I really hope it works out for the pair of you…”
All she said was “So far, so good. Good luck to you, are you going back to Paris?”
“Oh no, Paris is a distant memory not to be repeated or continued.”
She could tell by my face not to push it. So she said “I’m sorry” and slowly closed the door. I had already put in the car what I was immediately taking, so I went out to my car and got in. I spent a few moments sitting and recounting some of the memories from living in that flat, and then drove home.
It was about 11 o’clock when I got home. There was an unknown car in the drive way, but there was still enough space for me to park. I went in, not taking anything with me at that time.
All the downstairs lights were out, but I could hear voices upstairs. I went up. Mum’s bedroom door was open, and reflected in the mirror on her dresser, I could see her on her hands and knees, completely naked, those beautiful breasts I knew so well swinging, as a man behind her was driving himself in and out of her.
She climaxed, and as she collapsed down on to the bed, with the guy on top of her, she caught sight of me.
“Oh, Mark, this is a bit of a surprise – I didn’t know you were coming.”
I laughed and tried for a witty answer. “I didn’t expect you or your friend to be coming, either.” They both let out a laugh too – after all, he probably knew all about the relationship Barb and I had.
“This is John…”
“I know,” I said. “I saw him naked too, at the Christmas Party, but obviously that didn’t have the same effect on me as it did on you.”
“I would hope not,” he said, smiling.
“Mark, darling,” said Mum, looking a bit embarrassed, “If you’re going to be home for a while you will need to sleep in what was the guest room, as your room is now John’s office….”
I couldn’t even run away to the life I thought I knew – my old room was gone. And with it the view of Julie’s pool….
“Maybe,” I said, “or I’ll see if Julie will take me in.”
With that I left and went downstairs and across to Julie’s house. I knocked on the door, and heard her voice shout out “Come in, Mark.”
She was in the front room, and apart from her lacy black peignoir, she was naked.
“I heard you pull in, I knew John was in, and has in fact moved in, and I figured you would find them in bed, and your old room gone, and I gave you 15 minutes to be here. You did it in 25, so what took so long?”
I laughed. “Would you believe I had to wait until my Mum had an orgasm before they knew I was there?”
Julie laughed. “Funny but embarrassing!”
She poured me a glass of wine, and we sat down next to each other on the couch.
“So,” she asked, “are you here to ask me if you can move in with me?”
“You’re very astute. How did you know I needed somewhere to live.”
“When you come home for the weekend, the first thing you do is to take your bag out of the car. You didn’t, so I presume you are planning to be home for sometime, so the car is packed, and that means you have probably dropped out of university. Also, you seem a little dejected, and not just for finding another man in you mother’s bed, and so I presume Paris did not go well.”
Listening to her logic – all perfectly correct – was like the explanation at the end of a Sherlock Holmes story.
“My god, have you become a professional fortune teller? If so, what are tomorrow’s lottery numbers?”
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