“Having fun is necessary to blow off some steam after classes have ended for the day. The French know how to let their hair down in a moment of weakness. Pleasures can be found in many forms including food. You have willing subjects to test your recipes on.” It would be nice to have unbiased opinions, but I was still worried. We were just starting to get to know each other and I was learning some disturbing facts.
Chapter Two
Their place was amazing with the sound of the water hypnotizing me into a false sense of security. There was a stone walkway leading down to the beach where I could see the lights of the Riviera. I followed those steps without even thinking of Stefan standing not more than a few inches away from me.
I saw a figure in the distance with the glow of the setting sun illuminating her body. She was making long strides across the water with the waves crashing into her. She emerged completely naked with those nipples hard enough to cut glass. She was comfortable in her own skin and didn’t even try to cover up those D cups when she noticed company had arrived.
“The water is warm enough to take a bath. We don’t stand on ceremony around here. Come in and join me.” She tried to take my hand, but I pulled away swallowing hard at how she was looking me up and down.
“I would appreciate some modesty.” I tossed her a towel and it landed over her shoulder covering one breast.
She was looking at Stefan. I heard the rustle of clothing and turned to see him stripping down to his birthday suit. He didn’t even hesitate when he came to his skimpy black underwear. They came down and I turned away to prevent myself from seeing something I shouldn’t.
Claire draped the towel around her shoulders and took my hand between the two of hers. She wanted me to feel at home and it wasn’t easy when she was naked as a day that she was born. The colors dancing on the water had me on the hook.
“We enjoy the freedom to be at one with nature. Getting naked and frolicking in the water is the only reason why we bought this place. Get over yourself. We were hoping you would be a little bit more open to the possibilities. I hope this isn’t how it’s going to be the entire time you’re staying with us.” She was massaging my hand and sending these tiny little signals of persuasion up and down my limbs.
“I live a chaste lifestyle and I have no intention of changing. I came over here to learn French cooking. We might have to discuss some boundaries. I know we are reasonable adults and can come to some sort of compromise.” She smiled innocently and put my hand to her mouth to touch me in a profound way. The tip of her tongue made contact and I shivered to think of where it might lead next.
“I admire your right to be pro-choice, but sometimes you have to get out of your own way. We don’t have to get into this right now. I have dinner cooking and I hope you are hungry. This will give you the first taste of French cooking at its best. I studied under one of the best chefs in the business. It’s one of the reasons why I agreed to have you come here to live with us. I wanted to see and experience everything through your eyes.” I was trying not to look at her dollar sized nipples, but when I turned my head there were the dangling fruits of his appendage.
“I’m going to go unpack. I’ll meet you in the dining room in exactly 10-minutes. I do hope we can settle this thing between us. Let us discuss things over dinner.” I turned my back and felt like somebody was watching me burning a hole through my dress.
“You are going to be a challenge, but worth the time to get to know you. By the time you leave in the next few months you won’t recognize yourself.” There was no way that I was going to change dramatically for anybody. They could try, but they would not succeed where others had failed.
“I know this city is known for amorous activities. I won’t be joining you and I don’t need anybody to challenge me to walk in somebody else’s shoes. We need to respect one another.” I walked with a purpose not even bothering to look back because I was afraid of what I was going to find.
My hair was lying loosely in a ponytail. My glasses were no longer a deterrent when it came to the matters of the flesh. There were guys at the Airport staring at me. Europeans were more open with their intentions. I had to slap a few hands away when they got a little too close for comfort.
“Mark my words you will change your mind over time. We will do what we can to show you France like no other tourist has ever seen it before. This is a time for you to experiment and to throw caution to the wind. You’re not some little girl and I would really like that you stop acting like it.” Her harsh tone was unexpected and caught me in the floodlights of indecision.
“I do have my own mind and I will not be influenced by those of with no inhibitions. I don’t enjoy being made into a feast for your eyes. Walking around naked isn’t going to make me into some blonde floozy ready to throw my panties into the air. It doesn’t matter what you say and nothing is going to change my mind.” I had walked a lonely road, but it was the only one I knew from the moment I was old enough to know better.
I went inside and the place was of a contemporary design with a lot of neutral colors. The kitchen was mainly black and white with stainless steel appliances. The aroma coming from the stove was divine.
It was a mixture of some meat and a medley of vegetables finely cut with a wine sauce reduction. I was looking forward to sampling her creative culinary delights. I placed a spoon in the mixture and savored the flavors dancing on my tongue. It was quite intoxicating and definitely had the flair of French cooking. I might have overindulged and I didn’t want to be a pig.
I stepped away and felt a moment of hazy confusion. I stumbled backward and had to hold onto the counter for support. My head was a little fuzzy and everything was moving in slow motion. I began laughing for no apparent reason and it wasn’t like anything was the least bit funny.
“Tell me you didn’t sample what was on the stove.” I could see her looking at me, but she seemed far away. “That was my private stash from a home remedy that my grandmother gave me on my consummation night. We did have a ceremony, but it wasn’t in front of a church. We don’t believe in a piece of paper to confirm our love for one another. I would like to know how much you consumed.” I was swaying on my feet and I was barely able to stay standing for any length of time.
“Claire, we have to be careful when we enjoy those things that she might find distasteful. She does seem more responsive to touch and stimuli.” He had the towel wrapped around his waist but it did nothing to hide his obvious endowment. My eyes were like a laser beam trying to remove the obstacle by sheer will alone.
“Tell me you didn’t drug me.” I was alone in a strange land with virtual strangers in the position of taking advantage of me.
There was a wall of windows with the lights from the boats keeping me enthralled. I began to dance to the sound of unseen music in my head. There were waves of electricity following my hand movements like a painter with a brush about to splash the colors of his masterpiece on the canvas.
“I didn’t drug you, but it will open up the pathways of resistance. It’s a family remedy to enhance the intimacy between couples. We always know what we are doing, but it stimulates the skin and plays with the pleasure centers of the brain. You won’t do anything unless you want to. It unlocks what is already there.” I felt like I was floating, but I was still remarkably in control of my senses.
I walked over to where they were standing and I pulled her into an embrace making her gasp without realizing I had invaded her personal space. I ran my fingers through her hair and everything was enhanced even the sense of touch. The smell of her perfume was driving me wild and his cologne was causing me to reach out and move my fingertips down his chiseled chest.
“I don’t feel any different, but it does make me want to feel everything in a different way.” I went back to the food and this time the texture was sublime.
I was literally able to pinpoint what spices were used without a second thought. This was like I had tapped into something primal inside me. The garlic was ove
rpowering, but the spice of saffron was muted. You wouldn’t know it was there unless you asked for the recipe from the chef. The undertone of cloves was seeping through every bite.
“It doesn’t matter how much you consume and it won’t affect you any differently. It might last a little longer, but the effects are pretty much similar to what you are already feeling.” I felt her behind me like her presence was an invitation to draw me closer to the object of my desire.
Chapter Three
“There has always been a part of you begging to get out. We don’t want you to be scared of us. You can say no at any time, but try to refrain from doing that.” Claire was running her hands down over my body and lifting my dress to find my panties already soaking wet.
She was on her knees and I could feel her hot breath touching the crotch followed by the tip of her tongue licking the moisture dripping down the inside of my thighs. I put my hands on the counter on either side of the stove with the aroma from the pot still assaulting my nostrils. It was the strangest feeling. There was something extremely erotic about the way she was eating my pussy through my panties.
“I have this feeling tonight is when I’m going to lose it all. I don’t know what you are waiting for.” My words conveyed this certain desperation.
Stefan was pulling down the straps of my white virginal dress. It wasn’t long before he was pulling off my bra with a flourish of a magician.
“I have to say your breasts rival Claire’s. I’ve always been partial to a more natural physique.” He pulled my hands from the counter and I could feel the leather of his belt cinching close around my wrists. I was essentially their prisoner. This was a game of give and take.
“I can’t believe this is happening to me. I really don’t know what has stopped me from losing my virginity. I probably shouldn’t say this, but I have fantasized about the touch of a woman. I feel like I’m getting the best of both worlds on a silver platter. I should be screaming and running away from the both of you.” My legs were frozen in place and my body was appealing to my sexual need for satisfaction.
“We will stop whenever you feel we have gone too far. We have some self-restraint. You may not think it’s possible for a man like Stefan to pull back the reins. I have taught him to show a woman some respect when it comes to their feelings.” Claire was pulling down my panties and letting them lie precariously over my shoes. She nuzzled her head in between my legs by pulling apart the cheeks of my ass to open me up to a visual inspection.
“You are still very young and impressionable. There’s no time like the present to spread your wings.” Stefan was behind me and he was reaching around to cup my breasts in his hands.
It felt good and then he was pinching my nipples with some insistence. It hurt, but in a good and different way. I moaned from the added stimulation of both of them working on me together.
“I can feel your fingers trailing up my legs and I really don’t want you to stop anytime soon. I know how that sounds and I don’t even understand the foreign words coming out of my mouth. I do feel like I could be a part of something bigger than myself. This is when I’m going to learn to be open to the possibilities.” She was very carefully inserting her tongue and making me squeal in a delightful sort of way. This was better than anything I had done with my own hand.
“Claire is very good with women and she loves making them feel good. It’s a bonus for me and it usually results in them both attacking me. I hope the same thing can be said for you.” He turned my head and we hotly kissed with our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. It was like I was there and not there at the same time. I knew what I was doing and I could have easily walked away had I any strength to do so.
The sloppy sound of Claire’s tongue weaseling its way inside me was the perfect way to introduce me to lesbian loving. She was holding me firmly with both hands digging her considerable nails into my cheeks. I felt somebody slap me hard enough to make me jump out of my skin.
I probably could have made some excuse and retained some of my dignity. His hands and her mouth were making beautiful music. I couldn’t exclude his tongue which was igniting the embers of a full-blown flame of desire within me.
All of my senses were being attacked at the same time.
The sense of touch was courtesy of Claire’s fingers and Stefan caressing my neck. The sense of smell was from the aroma of the dish in front of me with the component of both of their natural scents driving me wild with desire. The sense of taste came from his mouth stabbing relentlessly with his tongue forcing me to allow it to enter over and over again.
It was the sense of hearing which made me susceptible to their advances in a profound way. They were giving me a taste of what it was like to be desired by both sexes at the same time. The sound of him moaning with my hand rubbing him through the thin layer of fabric of the towel was making me desperate to see him.
Pulling it away from his body was easier than I expected. It was barely hanging around his waist. I was in the position of wrapping my fingers around him with my hands still behind my back. I wanted to make it last for as long as humanly possible. We were still in the kitchen.
I didn’t know what I thought about this new dynamic. Being horny made me willing to try just about anything. I was stroking him with both hands and feeling the product of his arousal finding its way into my hand. We were both kissing. Claire wasn’t being gentle about how she was tearing down the walls of my good judgment.
“You are so fucking delicious. I haven’t had something young like you in quite some time. We didn’t do this on purpose. We did discuss how to seduce you before I found you sampling my grandmother’s concoction. I believe in destiny. You were meant to have us as your first. You couldn’t have asked for better people to introduce you to sex. I can’t promise always to be gentle. Sometimes being a little rough takes away any kind of hesitation.” She was finger banging my tight box. Three fingers became mandatory for my pleasure.
“Your labored breathing tells me you are having the time of your life. There’s no shame in letting your body do the talking for you. Words mean nothing when actions speak louder.” He was biting my neck and groaning with satisfaction from the way I was manhandling his goods.
“I’ve never touched one in my life. It’s nothing what I expected. Damn… her tongue is in there pretty deep. I’m a hair trigger from going off. You both have me at a disadvantage. I have no experience to glean from. It means you’re going to have to take the time to teach me what I need to know.” I did like his reaction to the way that I was guiding my hands down along his length. The head was more pliable than the rest of the shaft.
“All you need is your own imagination. Use it because that is what it’s for. You are a star in the making. We’re going to find your limits and push past them.” Stefan was nibbling on my ear and whispering sweet nothings at the same time. I didn’t consider myself a beauty queen, but they were treating me like I was this vivacious creature.
I came and screamed with enough noise to wake up the dead. My confidence was on the tip of my tongue. I was shaking uncontrollably and he was right there to hold me up with the pressure of her tongue still flickering along the surface of my clit.
They were trying to figure me out and I was feeling that crazy need to give into those taboo feelings under the surface. There was no manual for what I was embarking on. There was nothing to give me a better idea of what I was doing. I still had my hands wrapped around him with that long vein running down the back getting over stimulated.
“I didn’t think I was going to like being in a submissive position. I never thought I would allow anyone to make me feel vulnerable. It goes to show you don’t know what you’re going to feel until you get the chance to find out.” They backed away and left me to stand there barely together after coming apart at the seams.
My dress was still on, but Claire had taken a hold of my panties and was using them for inspiration. She handed the garment over to Stefan and he was more than eager t
o taste the essence of the woman inside the crotch.
“I don’t know about you, Claire, but there is no better scent than a woman in heat.” He was licking the sticky offering.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” I was looking for them to make the first move. I was on the precipice of going all the way with strangers. They wouldn’t leave any permanent marks.
“We want you to follow us up the stairs on your hands and knees. If you can’t do that then maybe you would be better off staying down here while we go upstairs and express our love physically. It’s entirely your choice. I would be remiss if I didn’t say you would be missing out on a sexual education beyond anything you could find with boys your own age.” Claire was making it hard to refuse their offer of a different education.
They were both naked and were climbing the spiral staircase leading to the master bedroom. I was looking at them and wondering how I was standing still when the fun was waiting for me in their arms.
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