The need of a French tutor turns into a meaningful relationship. If this is liked, I’ll continue or fill in the later years.
It was amazing, I was moving out of my parent’s house, away to college, one my ‘own’, well, almost, I was going to be renting a room, well the entire upper floor, bedroom, small study, kitchenette, bathroom, and what can only be described as a tower or turret on the older house my aunt owned. It was one of those older Victorian or Gothic style hoes, built back in the late 1800.
It was in the same town as the University I will be attending, off campus, not that far of a walk, really. Far enough to keep me from dealing with other freshman, close enough that is was a short 5 minute walk from campus.
I could have done the dorm room thing, but I convinced my parents that it would be best for me to stay off campus. I was all juiced to get an apartment and maybe have to deal with a roommate until 2 weeks before I was going to sign a contract for just that.
My Aunt, a left over from the 60s and 70s decided that it would be best for me to stay at her pace and not pay someone else rent. I mean, rent for an apartment would have put me back about $300/month. Living at my Aunt’s was going to put me out $100/month, no utilities, so it was a win/win, I was able to save most of my cash for other things.
I had my own exterior entrance, and once I was in, my Aunt pretty much left me alone. I would see her on the odd occasion when she was gardening, or coming and going form her meditation group, or social events, we really didn’t interact much at all the first semester I was there.
That was fine by me, I didn’t need anyone being over bearing and up in my things when I was trying to find myself and simply get thru school. I had my time to myself, was able to study, smoke out at a TV and drool, come in blasted from a local bar, or simply sit there and be alone whenever I wanted.
My first semester was smooth. I aced my classes, except for that damn core language requirement. I hate French, admissions would not allow me to change to another since I had 3 years in high school. They claimed that it would be a waste of my time to have to start from a deficit with a new language.
I did what I could, but I honestly spent all my high school French looking out the window and cheating off the others in class. This class was pushing my GPA into the tank. I had to maintain a minimum to keep my scholarship, and couldn’t very well let French kill me.
I went to the TA, a singularly hot girl that looked damn fine and approachable to see if there was any way I could get some help, tutoring, a buddy assignment or something.
When I went up with my problem, she looked at le like I farted in church or something. She was of no help. I asked to speak with the professor and she told me that she sees no one without them first seeing her. When I pointed out that I was talking to her, she gave me attitude and told me that I was being ignorant and maybe I should consider switching to an easier language or lower level course.
The girl may have looked like she was a million buck, she was worthless, a gate guard that held the power, but not the authority. However, she was in my way. If I wanted to pass this pissant core, I would have to find my own way to do it.
I went to the student union and they were helpless, they didn’t wish to take up my cause, I was able to do better so I should. Entitled idiots.
While I was walking back to my place, I cut through the Student Center, I was going to grab a coffee to drink and think. I decided to sit for a bit and saw a board with handwritten notes and numbers. When I went, I saw it was other students selling their abilities to tutor and assist others with coursework they may need assistance with.
I looked, nothing for French studies. Well, it was a good idea, just didn’t pan out. If I needed help in Art Appreciation, Women’s Studies, or some other esoteric coursework, I knew where to come to.
I was walking back to the old house and a thought hit me. I headed back to the coffee shop, took out a piece of paper and made an ad looking for a tutor. I had to get scissors form the barista to cut the tabs with my number on them at the bottom, so I tipped her, and she gave me a free cup of coffee. I like college people, they look out for each other at smaller colleges.
I didn’t get any calls or messages for what I hung up for a couple of days. I was getting ready to give up until I came in from class and there was a message on the machine form another student that saw the post and needed some extra cash. She was a freshman like me, but was a native Fench speaker. She was interested and asked how my French was. When I answered her, she laughed and said her rate just went up. Seemed like a cool girl.
I asked if we could meet at the coffee shop, we could meet in a public space, she could meet me and see just how desperate I was for a tutor and we could discuss her hourly rate. We set up for the following day, later in the afternoon, after we both got done class.
I was sitting there with a cup of coffee when I saw a girl come in the shop. She was small, tiny, if she was 5 foot tall, I was Kareem Abdul Jabar. She was waifish, really skinny and small, petite I guess you could call it. She looked around the room, saw me and headed straight over.
When she walked up, she asked me something in French that I couldn’t begin to understand. I looked at her, to her it was obvious that I was out of my depth. She laughed again and introduced herself as Rian, and said I must be Todd.
I was confused for a second and then asked her how she was so certain I was the one that was in need of tutoring. She simply looked around, then I followed her lead. Everyone in the shop was either in pairs, or was studying a subject that was obvious by the textbook on the tabletop. Here I was sitting alone with a Fench textbook in front of me.
Now, It was my turn to laugh. She joined me as I did, and I noticed she had a nice smile, a dimple on her cheek and her eyes were bright and full of humor. I asked her if she would be willing to take on a troglodyte like me to help me make it thru this core?
She asked what I was willing to pay for a tutor. I honestly had no idea what a tutor went for, so I threw a number out, I could pay her $12 an hour to help me. She was shocked, and thought I offended her by saying I would pay her a pittance. So, before she could say anything, I upped it to $15, and she started laughing and shaking her head.
She explained to me that I shouldn’t pay more then $8 and hour, and that was for graduate level French work. I laughed and asked her if she also provided tutoring in financial courses.
She asked for $6 an hour and I felt that she was being fair so I agreed readily to her ‘demands’. She said it would be about 3 hours a night, 2 or 3 nights a week, whatever her and my schedule would fit.
Rian asked me, “Would you like to study here, or in your dorm?”
“Wherever you are more comfortable, I don’t want you nervous alone in an apartment with me.”
“Apartment? You’re not in the freshman dorms?”
“No, I have the third floor of a home in town, no roommates, and my landlord is a pretty much hands off type person.”
“Hmm, maybe I should have taken you up on that $12 an hour offer.”
She was laid back, and we joked as we tried to devise a schedule. We came up with Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Monday and Wednesday would be starting at 7 PM, and Fridays would be earlier, so we could keep social engagements if we had them.
She asked if I had someone I was seeing, and if she would be upset that I would be spending so much time with a girl. Nope, no one in my college life, I slept, schooled, smoked, and repeated.
I asked her the same, and she told me about her on and off again boyfriend who was currently studying somewhere in Luxemburg for his Masters in Art Restoration. She is an Interior Design Major with a minor in Architecture, and in her free time she hikes and does nature walks, so to make ends meet better she would be shortening her hiking and walks for the semester.
We opted to start tomorrow evening, I gave her my address and basic directions how to get to my place. I also explained that she could come up the rear steps to come directly to the third floor and not have to knock and wait for me to come down, or my Aunt to answer the door.
She thanked me, we shook on the tutoring agreement and I walked her to her dorm, it was on the way that I was going, so I was being a gentleman, if not privately nosy about where she lived, and I didn’t know why. I saw that she was in the girl’s dorm, yeah, they still have those for freshman girls at some universities, even in this day and age.
I continued on to my place, only stopping for some staples to toss in the fridge, you know, milk, eggs, beer, and a bottle of wine. I also grabbed a loaf of bread, hey, you never know when you might geta middle of the night craving for, I don’t know, bread and something.
Later that night I did get a craving, and burned the eggs, opened the soup and forgot about it in the microwave, so I had some bread. See, I do plan ahead.
The weekend flew by, I was out on Saturday with friends paintballing about an hour away, that night we all sat around a friend’s apartment and watched Killer Tomatoes. Sunday was sleep, nothing but sleep, I had to be rested up for Monday now, didn’t I.
Classes creaked by all day Monday. It was as if the clock needed to be oiled or something. Bu the time I was done my last class. I was able to get out, grab some other food staples, if I was going to have someone over, I had to be able to offer more then beer and bread.
Thankfully I was able to stay in shape, carrying all those bags of groceries from the store and then up three flights of stairs were a nut buster. Did it, no worse for the wear, but desperately needed a shower.
I figured that I had enough time, so I hopped in, showered and shaved and was just getting done pulling my shirt on when there was a knock at my back door.
I live on the third floor, I doubted it was the Jehovah’s coming around to recruit me.
I answered it and Rian was standing there, a cheery look on her face, slightly out of breath. “Hi, wow, those stairs are steep.” And she laughed a little.
I invited her in, offered he a soda or whatever I might have that she would like. She took me up on the soda. I came in, flourished the bottle like it was a fine wine and poured her a glass with ice.
She thought I was corny and told me so, then she got down to business and asked me to name a few of the things in the room in French. I was able to name about 50% of the things she asked, I guess, giving her a baseline for how much work I was going to need.
I watched as she got up and walked over to her bag what was sitting on the chair next to the door. I watched as she retrieved her things.
I noticed a few things. She was small, I mean, I noticed that when she walked into the coffee shop, but, now, having time to take her in, I saw she was really diminutive, skinny legs, even in her pants I could see that they were very thin, her butt was the extra small kind. I heard some of my friends say some girls were built like a ten year old boy. I always thought it odd to make the comparison, but, now, I saw it, she was tiny. When she bent over to get the books, it pulled her pants tight, and it showed off her little butt. And, damn, it was shaped perfect for her size.
The large loose shirt of hers fell from the front of her as she bent, and I could see right up the bottom. She wore no bra, didn’t need to, she breasts were almost nonexistent. They rose, maybe an inch or two from her chest, I saw her nipples were hard, they stood from her tiny tits like pencil erasers, hard and thin.
She looked back and saw me staring. I must not have hidden it very well, she put her arm on her shirt and pulled it up to her trim tummy and then bent at the knees and retrieved what books she needed. When she turned and walked bac, she looked at me with a somewhat amused look on her face.
I tried to play it off, thanking her again for coming by to help me. She was appreciative to the compliments that I gave her about how proficient she was in French and she laughed. She was a native speaker after all.
For a slow as the day went, my tine with her flew by, it was over just as it started.
I paid her for her time that evening and she smiled stacked her books and we made plans for the next time together. She asked if it was possible to come by a little earlier on Wednesday, her class was at this end of campus, and it would be simpler for her to come straight here then to walk back and forth to and from her dorm.
My last class that day was just after 2, so I told her she could come by anytime after that. She thanked me, checked that she had everything and was getting ready to leave when I asked her if I could carry the books down the stairs for her. She was thankful and allowed me to help.
At the bottom, I handed her the books and she thanked me, and then kissed me on the cheek, caught herself and apologized, saying that it was Fench custom. I smiled and thanked her, and she blushed and hurried off.
Tuesday came and went in a blur, Wednesday was a dragger yet again, why, was I getting that infatuated with this girl, counting minutes until I would see her again. I didn’t get that way over girls. I always thought I was the one that had them waiting and holding their breath for me.
I was relaxing with the TV on and a Coke on the couch, my shoes were off and I was in my sweats and a loose T. There was a knock on the door about 2 hours before I even expected Rian to arrive. I peeked, just to make sure that there wasn’t some industrious black-tie minion standing out there. Those people scared em, I always thought they would go form Poindexterish to serial killer at the drop of a bible.
Rian was standing there, she didn’t have her bag and she looked like she had been crying. She was in a loose fitting pleated lightweight skirt, a loose shirt like the other day, it did the dishonor of hiding her figure from being appreciated. She had on small lip on shoes that showed the tops of her feet. Her blonde hair was a mess and hanging about her face in a slight mused up mess.
I opened the door and geld it as she came in and sat on the couch. She looked like she was a jumble of nerves and was wringing her hands in worry.
I asked her if she was OK, and what was going on as I went in the kitchen and got a bottle of Coke for her and glass of ice.
She apologized for showing up so early, she hadn’t gone to her classes today, she was walking the campus and sitting in the quad all morning.
When I asked her why she didn’t go to classes and what was going on, she bust out in tears and covered her face with the sleeves of her oversized shirt.
Between sobs I could understand that, her on-again and off-again boyfriend had dumped her for a girl her was now living with in Luxemburg, that he wasn’t going to be coming to the US like he promised, that he was no longer in love with her, and that the girl he was with weas 6 months pregnant with his child.
Umm, wow! What do I say to a brain dump like that? I was speechless, so I stood there like a fool.
Finally, I sat down next to Rian and gently patted her back. I said the standard, guys are pigs, she deserved better, things will improve, etc., etc. I felt foolish saying some of these things, but I had a pretty girl, on my couch bawling her eyes out and I couldn’t just sit there like a lump, could I.
She slowly moved closer to me and in a few minutes was laying against me, her head on my upper arm, the sobbing was down to a few random hitches that popped out of nowhere.
I gently touched her hair and kept telling her she would do better and he was better off out of her life. I never bet the guy but I had a feeling that he was a typical Fench douche, (See, I do know French!)
I even told her that I thought he was so, and she smiled, then giggled and asked me what a douche was.
I was at a loss for words, I stammered a little ad she prodded me to answer. I then said that he was no better than a vaginal flush.
She started to laugh, a genuine laugh and then kissed me on the cheek and told me I was adorable. She was smiling and the contrast between her crying and smiling was amazing. She still had red eyes, her face was clean of makeup, and she was puffy, all made her look cuter, smaller, more innocent. She looked like a little girl who found her puppy after thinking it was gone forever.
I handed her the glass of Coke and she took a sip and looked at me over the edge of the glass. Her eyes were rimmed in red, puffy, and glazed. She smiled and something in me desired her, not wanted her, but a physical need to touch her and hold her. There was a part of me that I don’t think I felt before with any of the girls I had been around, the need of physical contact and desire.
I took her glass when she was done taking a sip of the soda. Placing it back on the table, I took her hand in mine and pulled her, gently, over to me and put my arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me relaxing and pulling her legs up under her. I leaned back and she wiggled a little getting comfortable. We sat there, not speaking or moving for quite some time. The TV was on a channel and was wordlessly displaying some rerun of a science fiction program.
She moved a little and relaxed as she got even more comfortable. I didn’t move, I didn’t make a move, I sat there trying to be the best kind of gentleman I could possibly be.
After about 10 minutes, I noticed her breathing was regular and even, her hand under her face laying on my chest, she had fallen asleep. I slowly and gently moved and put a pillow down and lowered her to the couch and covered her with a throw I had over the back. It wasn’t heavy, but it was a covering none the less.
I went into the kitchen and checked what I had in the fridge that I could make for us to eat when she woke up. I didn’t have a gourmand’s taste, nor did I have that kind of selection. But I did have chicken and a few other things, that I took out to defrost and left in the sink under some slow running water.
I put a of Chardonay in the fridge to cool, got he vegetables out and got hem ready to prep for dinner.
I checked in and Rian was sleeping, she was curled up on the couch, her little frame was under the cover I had placed on her, she had a hand up near her face and when I peek around to see how she was doing, she had her thumb in her mouth and was gently sucking on it as she slept.
I couldn’t understand why, but it was the hottest thing that I had ever seen. She looked like a little doll, laying there, vulnerable, innocent, totally at ease, she was finally relaxing from the stress she went through today.
I left her to sleep, whatever she got would be better then dealing with a roommate and a bunch of freshman girls that were never known for their compassion or dexterity when dealing with breakups.
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was getting on 5 in the afternoon, the autumn sun was setting and evening was here. I went to the kitchen and started quietly getting the food together. I am not a chef, I can cook, it’s either than or starve and go broke eating out every day for food.
I was able to get most of dinner ready and was going to go wake Rian when I heard a voice behind me.
“You should have woken me up, I didn’t mean to sleep on your couch all day, you probably had plans and I messed them all up.”
“No, no plans, I was going to sit and stare at a TV most of the day until you arrived for our tutoring session.”
“She looked at me with a glint in her eye, “You mean, you didn’t have some freshman girl coming over to watch TV with you and ‘relax’?”
“Nope, no such plans. Although, I did end up sleeping with a pretty girl in my arms on the couch today.”
She blushed and got all bashful looking down at the floor and then back up at me. “Really, “Sleeping” might be a bit of a stretch.”
“Well, I didn’t say we both slept, she did, and she looked beautiful and content with her head on my chest.”
Why did I say that? It sounded corny, it sounded, childlike.
She smiled that killer smile of hers and looked at me. I could see something inside her eyes, thoughts and ideas spinning, I had no idea what they meant, she just kept looking right at me.
“Umm, the chicken?” And she pointed behind me.
I spun and caught the chicken breast just as it was starting to smoke.
I was able to save dinner, the chicken wasn’t the best I ever made, but it was passable and she seemed to enjoy it well enough that she complimented me, either out of pity or hunger, maybe it was both.
After dinner we went in to the living room, she sat on the couch where she was before. I went to sit in the chair that was next to it, and she looked at me and patted next to her. “We slept here earlier, I think you can sit here now.” There was a twinkle in her eye that made her smile sparkle.
I sat next to her and she took the throw and put it over us. “I’m sorry about showing up on your doorstep and then taking over your couch today.”
“Don’t worry, You’re helping me, why would I not help you?”
“But you’re paying me to help you. I knocked and fell in to your arms essentially.”
“Well, I liked you falling into my arms, it was nice.”
She looked at me and we made eye contact. She touched my jaw and rubbed her hand long my jawline.
“You’re such a kind person, opening your home to me like this. What can I do to repay you?”
“Help me pass French and we’ll call it even.”
We both laughed and she looked at me and then leaned in and kissed me. I responded by drawing her closer to me, and held her tight as out mouths met, I pulled her against me, feeling the slight mounds of her breasts press against my chest, her breathing was rapid, and her skin warm.
She pulled back from the kiss and laid her head on my shoulder.
“Umm, there’s something I think you should know. Something I want you to know. . .”
“What is it Rian?”
“What do you know about French people and relationships?”
“Well, the French are known as the worlds best lovers and they are unrivaled for their intimacy.”
“Yeah, well, there’s that.”
“And?”
“Some of us aren’t all that much experienced as the world may think. I was with Paul for years, from middle school, high school here in America. And, well, I never kissed anyone else until just now. You are only the second boy, man, that I have ever been intimate with.”
“OK, that’s good to know, I promise you, I will be a gentleman and respect you and whatever you wish to happen.”
“Thank you,” She smiled and blushed a little, pulling the throw around her a little tighter, she added, “but, I don’t know my boundaries, ‘Je suis toujours vierge’.”
I smiled and looked at her, “OK, French lesson it is. You are staying, you are becoming, You are. . .”
“I’m still a virgin your nitwit!” And she punched me lightly in the chest.
I was shocked, not at the thought of her sill being virginal, but how easily she just came out and told me. It wasn’t something that was an easy conversation for most people to have at this age.
“So, umm, you and Paul, ahh, never?”
“No, he was always saying he wanted to wait for marriage. That was why it hurt me so hard, his treachery and blindsiding me with the news that he was with another that he was fathering a child with.”
I pulled her lightly to me, and kissed her on her lips and then on the nape of her neck. “It should have no bearing on how you feel about yourself, being a virgin is a good thing, today, every one places too high a premium on not being one.”
“But I want, I’ve wanted for years to experience what everyone tells me is the greatest feeling in one’s life. Paul and I, well we took care of each other’s needs. . . manually, I guess I could say.” And she put her head under the throw, embarrassed at her revelation.
OK, this conversation was going in a direction that I wasn’t prepared for. So, I did what I felt was right.
I pulled her close, as she slid closer, she lifted up and straddled me, placing her leg over me and resting her tight little ass right on top of my hardening cock.
I put my hands on her hips, and held her for a second. Looking into her eyes, I saw a moment of indecision, “You don’t have to do this Rian, there’s no reason to rush into something you’re not ready for.”
‘I don’t know what I want to, or don’t want to do, I know what I want right now if to hold you and kiss you. You make me feel safe, and your kind, and, I was vulnerable and sleeping on your couch, the only thing you did was think to make me dinner and let me sleep. A real gentleman.”
“Rian, don’t take this the wrong way, if you gave yourself to me, I would – without a second thought – take you and be with you, make love to you and hold you for as long as I could. But for you to rush into this, emotionally unprepared and, well, in your state. I feel that I would be taking advantage of you.”
She pulled her arms into her shirt and then with a swift move, lifted it off her head. Her skin was smooth, it was soft, pale, warm and so inviting. I saw her neck, think and delicate, her small gold charm resting in the depression in the middle, at the base of her delicious looking throat.
She breasts were smaller then I initially thought. She looked like a girl just starting to go through puberty. They were small, firm looking, rose but an inch from her slender chest. Each was topped with a small point, bright pink, surrounded by lighter pink skin that was just, ever so puffier then the rest of her breast. Each nipple was solid, sticking out maybe a quarter of an inch from her breasts. They looked tiny, delicate, I wanted to take them in my mouth and suckle on them, each, just feeling them on my tongue would make me feel like I was in heaven.
I slid my hands up her sides, feeling her individual ribs and ai pasassed over them. She stomach was tense, her muscles in stark relief, showing me a perfect set of ridges that no matter how much time in the gym, could never replicate, this was youthfulness, healthiness, and sinpkly being in good shape. From her navel to her pert little nose, she was a sight of perfection. Demure in stature, petite in size, he body was perfect. She looked so young, if I stared too long, I could see her being a child, a little girl, on the cusp of becoming a woman, her features were just delicate enough, her breasts small enough, she could play the part of a child in a movie, the closest attention to detail was there.
She was slowly moving her hips against me, her hands on my chest, her fingers riunning through my chest hair, pulling and sliding as her eyes closed and her head leaned back, exposing her neck. I leaned in, kissing her throat, nibbling at her even and creamy skin. She showed not a blemish, no discolorations, imperfections of any kind that I could see. She was pure, untouched, presenting herself to me, making herself even more venerable, open and desirable.
Her rhythm increased as did her breathing, he leaned her head in and out her lips next to my ear. I could hear her breathing and with each exhale, chills and ice went down my spine. Her hands slid along my chest and she pressed her breasts against me. Then, in a small voice, she said, “I want this, I want you, I have since meeting you I the café, I saw you and hoped beyond hope it was you that I was there to meet. Before my betrayal, before my heart was torn, I wanted you. Knowing I would be in your house for lessons gave me pause.”
She drew her fingers along my chest an up my neck, it was the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced.
“When I went back to the dorm after our first lesson, I had to go to the shower. I was alone in there, and I touched and made myself happy thinking of your face. I touched myself like I thought you would, and it made me happier than any thought I ever had of Paul, happier then I ever thought I could feel. However, other girls came in, and I had to stop.”
She bore down, feeling my hardness against her delicate body.
“I wanted to come right back here, to you, to throw myself at you, beg you to take me, bring me to your bed and ravish me, remove my veil from between my legs and carry me to womanhood. But I was afraid I might scare you away. I struggled all night in bed, wanting to continue to try and find that pleasure with you I my mind’s eye. I could sense my roommate, I could hear her in the night pleasuring herself, she thought she was quiet and being discreet, laying there quietly, I could tell, I could smell her scent.”
Her rhythm was steady on me, as she spoke, she was telling me her innermost thoughts.
“It only made me desire you more. I spent yesterday centering and controlling my urges by keeping a picture of Paul in front of me all day, in every class. I felt his gaze, holding me in place, letting me know that there was a love in my life.
“Then, this morning, one our scheduled call, he destroyed my world. With a single phone call, he tried ruining me. I wandered the campus, trying to come to terms with what I now knew to only be the truth.”
Her voice was getting huskier, thicker with desire. She rolled to one side, breaking the contact with me, and reaching to remove my shirt.
“I was saving myself for Paul, he was my world, he and I were together for the past 7 years, from when we were both 11 years old. We went through loss, growth, travel, the toilsin France were a shared experience. I thought we would survive this year apart.”
She was undoing the tie on the front of her skirt and slowly pushing them down her legs.
I watched as the revealed her fit and toned skin, not an ounce of fat was anywhere on her body. She was the picture of youthful beauty.
“His betrayal showed me that I was more import as me, then as I was the ‘We’ I thought we were.”
The skirt fell form her little toes, as my gaze followed from there to her calves, up her legs along her thighs, settling on the only fabric left on her body, her lacy, sheer panties that showed me her pale smooth skin underneath.
I could see that she was without a single hair from her head to the soles of her feet. Her slight mound was pressed against the tatted fabric of her undergarment, it was straining against the folds peeking through the material. I could see the cleft between her legs clearly, traveling down to that slight gap that appeared when her legs were closed. The slightly off blue material was accentuating her skin, making it look even more beautiful, supple, and desirable.
“If I were to give myself to you, would you be gentle, with and guide me, showing me what the proper way to make love should be? Help me learn what pleasures you and what pleasures me? Hold me when I desire nothing but the feel of you around em, within me, making me feel the greatest gift one can give another?”
Her hand, a third the size of mine, was sliding down, over my stomach, to the tie on my sweats. Tugging at the cord holding them bound around my waist. Loosening them, slowly, pulling until they became loose.
“Yes, Rian I would, hold you, kiss you, love you with everything inside me. I would never hurt you, I will help you like you help me. I promise, I’ll be gentle and considerate with you. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t wish to.”
She straddled me again, not sitting and pushing my sweats down to my knees, when they were out of the way, clad only in my thin silk boxers, did I feel her make contact with me again. I could feel the heat form her penetrating me, rubbing against me, I pushed my sweats down and off.
She was cupping my face, kissing me as she was sliding herself along my entire length, making little sounds, cooing, gentle moans.
I held her incredibly small ass in my hands, feeling her muscles tense and release with each stroke. Each cheek fit inside my hands with room to spare. She was a delicate little thing, built to amazing proportions, in such a small package.
My fingers gripped her rear, pulling her to me, spreading her cheeks, my fingers running along the insides of each cheek, her moans becoming louder, deeper with desire and thirst.
I sucked one of her tiny little breasts into my mouth, playing with the nipple and sucking what felt like her entire breast into my mouth. Her back arched, I felt the fingers of my right hand touch where her cheeks met, a small string of fabric was the only thing between my finger and pressing against her anus.
I let her breast out of my mouth with a slight poop. And started kissing her neck, she exposed more of her neck in a show of complete submission, letting me feel her most vulnerable places, allowing me to feel her heartbeat.
She felt this and her breath caught in her throat. With a small frustrated growl, she wiggled her most delicate entry against my finger, trying to get the strip of fabric out of the way. I pushed it to the side and rubbed, gently against her puckered little opening.
She moaned and fell against me, “Take them, tear them off me, remove them, now!”
I pulled and ripped the side, then the other, they fell away, exposing her hips, I tugged and the string pulled from between her tight cheeks. I replaced the string with my fingers, allowing my finger to find her small hole again.
I pressed against her, and her breathing stopped, a small cry of pleasure came from her mouth. “Harder, please, press hard.”
I lowered my fingers for a moment, gathered some of the moisture from her snmooth vagina, and smeared it upwards, covering her anus with her own wetness.
She made a high pitched sound and pressed her head to my shoulder. “Oh, please, please!” and lifted a small bit form pressing into me, spreading her cheeks ever so slightly, opening herself to my fingers, I pulled my fingers back up until I felt her pulsing little ehole. My fingers were smeared with the same wetness form her that she was.
“Now, god, please, push moi là, juste là, là!” And she pressed against my finger, I felt it slide ever so slightly into her. She exhaled. Sought my mouth with hers, kissed me, holding my face as she pressed her face into mine, and she pressed her ass against my finger.
I pressed back and slid into her a fraction of an inch. She nibbled on my lips as I pressed. She whined and moaned against my intrusion of her most delicate area.
“Oh, oh god, oh please don’t stop, please, I love that feeling, please more!”
I pressed my finger and slipped into her to the first knuckle. The inside of her anus was so smooth, I wiggled my finger inside her and she cried out, I was sliding ht epad of my finger upwards, as she bore down on me. The sound of a giggle/moan came from her and her sphincter tightened even tighter around my finger.
“Oh, oh, Mon dieu!”
Her hips were pressing, I felt her pussy griding along my cock as my finger was sliding in and out of her anus. She started to pulse around my invading finger.
Her lips locked on to mine, then she kissed my cheek, my ear, al over my face. She put her lips next to my ear, I could hear and feel her breathing.
I moved my lips next to her ear.
“Come for me little girl, this is life, come on my hand, let me feel you let go, let it all go on me, let me share your pleasure. You deserve this. Fell me loving you.”
She was grunting, not speaking wors, her hips were griding, she was going to make me cum just by rubbing against me. I kept the finger in her little ass the entire time.
I pressed, and slid as deep as I could, she squealed and yelled as her orgasm took hold, her teeth closed on my shoulder, cries coming from deep within her. Her fingers digging into my back, digging slight furrows into my skin. He hips bucking against me, driving my finger deeper into her, her now exposed pussy sliding along my hardness, increasing her explosive throes removing sanity from her mind, removing any inhibition form her being. She lost all control of her body and mind.
Weeping with pleasure and pain, she forced her body into mine until she froze, as still as a statue, he muscles clamping on my probing finger, I could feel her vagina pulsing in unison with her anus as her heartbeat topped out against my chest. A low, increasing warble coming form deep inside her coming from vermouth against my flesh.
She then collapsed against me, shuddering in the receding waves of pleasure. I held her until she shopped convulsing in my arms. She melted further in to me, her body limp, all tone gone, she was completely spent and used entierly.
I held her until she was sleeping again. I stood and carried her into my room. I moved the covers and laid her upon the bed, coving her slightly and gently kissing her forehead.
I went to the kitchen got a glass of water and set it beside her, then went in and picked up the scattered clothing folding them and setting them on the chair.
I poured myself a drink, a heavy gin and tonic, fresh lime and a few fresh cherries I decided to throw in for color.
I sat there of a while, nursing my drink, wondering what I was going to do. I mean, there, in my room, was a girl, begging me to take her virginity, a petite, gentle, pure and innocent little woman, built like a dream, wishing nothing but for me to show her how to make love.
I just gave her an orgasm in a way I never thought would be the first way I would get a girl off, but, she was utterly compulsive in my touching her to the point I don’t think I was even in the driver seat, I was simple along for the rid eon that one.
She could very well wake up and gather her things, and I would never see her again. The thought of that hurt, that in of itself stunned me. I never considered myself sentimental, or even wishing to become attached or involved on a level that was more then fun and exciting. I had girls in high school and at the summer camp that I volunteered at that wanted more.
I have been chased, cornered, and even threatened with boldly harm if I wouldn’t commit myself to a single girl, a relationship that was singly one-on-one. I saw what some of my friends went through, heartbreak, cheating, arguments, sniping, hatred and so much more. I didn’t want any part of that, not at this point in my life.
Yet, here I am, contemplating a girl I hardly know, one in the middle of her own agony, my mind throwing the issue back and forth between logic, emotion, rationality, theory and even fantasy.
I took a sip of my drink and heard something behind me.
I stood and walked in the direction of the bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, I saw Rian sitting on the commode, she was releveling herself, a stream of urine was falling form her and she was looking down at the floor. I quietly watched as she finished, gathered some paper and wiped herself. When she looked up, she smiled at me. Flushed and washed her hands.
She came to me, naked, her lithe body, gliding to me, her arms, skinny, appearing frail, but sturdy when they touched me, wrapping around me, holding on tightly.
She looked up at me, her head not even coming up to my mid chest level.
“You were sitting, I called your name, but you didn’t respond, you were deep in thought, about what happened, I assume?”
“I was thinking about you, yes.”
She stepped around to stand in front of me. I looked down, the tiny, blonde goddess her body something out of a fever dream, she was stunning, she looked like a girl, just starting her journey into womanhood.
Her body was small, demure, petite came to mind, but that was if you were looking at her if she were fully grown. If you didn’t know better, looking at her like I am seeing her at this moment, you would see a girl, her body developing, starting to grow, developing breasts, her body rounding, curves appearing and flowing into each other at the proper locations. Yet, she was still skinny and delicate looking. I could put my hands together and touch my index fingers and thumbs around her waist.
When I lifted her, she weighed no more than 85 pounds. Her face was gently rounded, ears petite, her eyes innocent and in need of love, her chin was slightly pointed, blending beautifully with her jawline.
Her thin neck tracing down to her almost flat chest, showcasing her beautiful tiny breasts and prominent nipples. Their color that of bright pink standing proudly off their firm base.
Her stomach was cut from marble, even the slightest of movements made the muscles stand and become noticeable. If Michaelangelo had used her for a study in the perfection of the human female form.
Her hips flared slightly, not yet at their full width possibly, just enough that she had shape, but, not the defining hourglass that many use as the definition of a woman’s figure. Those hips blended into her pert little butt, not prominent, not a bubble butt by any means, yet, not flat or shapeless, it was defined by the subtle curve leading to her legs.
Her mound was hairless, smooth, delicate and beautiful. There was no shadow of stubble, no stay hair anywhere, she was perfectly clear and free of hair. He found this wonderous, it was such a beautiful sight.
Her legs were sculpted to those of a runner, slight cuts showing the relief of muscle and flexing as she slightly balanced herself.
She pulled me down to her face and kissed me, deeply, holding my head and when she broke the kiss, she held my head and looked into my eyes, she was looking for something, something only she would be able to see.
She gently put her arms around me and lifted herself so that she was hanging from my neck as I pulled her up, she wrapped her legs around em and held tightly to me.
“I want to make love with you until I am unable to move, I want you inside me, showing me what love is all about. Take me, bring into your bed, but, don’t leave, lay with me, enter me, bring me to new heights with your body and your mind. Show me how love is made between two people.
I slowly walked to the bed behind her.
I lowered her to the towel I had spread over the bed comforter, and she released, laying there, her legs open, showing me her delicate little pussy. She showed no presence of her inner lips, her cleft was just that, she had a split, running from just o top of her vagina, down to just above her anus.
As I watched, she reached down and spread her tight lips ever so slightly apart. What was revealed could lead to a war between nations. She was damps, glistening wet, her slit was bright pink, the color of life, freshness, vitality. I could make out a small opening that must be her vaginal opening, it was tightly closed, her inner folds tight against themselves.
Below this, her anus was tightly closed, puckered, slightly reddened form our earlier interlude. She lowered she fingers and touched one to it, I watched as the pucker relaxed and opened ever so slightly, then closed, and winked back up again.
“Lay next to me, let me talk to you of a moment. But first, please, remove your clothing as well.” She smiled a lopsided smile that only made my erection harder and more pronounced with the beating of my heart.
I dropped my boxers and watched her face as she stared, smiling, she unconsciously licked her lips and nibbled on her lower lip in that way only a girl or woman can due when they are sexually excited, it is an action that can’t be faked, no matter how experienced the woman. T was pure desire and need, a want that was on full display.
I reached out to her extended hand, and she guided me to lay next to her. I lay down and she cuddled into me, rubbing her body against mine as she took me into her small hand. Her fingers were so small, they couldn’t close around my shaft. She started working me up and down, looking in to my eyes the entire time.
“You saved me, when I thought all was gone, you were there, you held me, loved me, made me forget my pains and heartbreak. I want o do the same for you. Let me make you feel good. Please, let me give you what you gave me.”
She started moving a bit faster, sliding her hand up and down.
“You such a nice guy, I wasn’t lying when I said I walked in and saw you sitting there and was hoping it was you.
She kissed my neck, “In the shower, I imagined touching you, and feeling your touch, it was exquisite, it made me want to be with you. I couldn’t get your face out of my head. I knew, I shouldn’t be thinking that way. With Paul in a different country, it was, I don’t know, so long since I had a man touch me.”
She sucked one of my nipples into her little lisp and sucked while stroking, when she let go, she used her other hand to rub the head of me, oh, the feeling.”
“Then in my time of need, Irun to you like a little girl, and you, you protected me, and give me a place to feel safe. I felt so ashamed, but I felt good being around you. You treated me with respect.”
She stops rubbing the head of my cock and starts massaging my balls. I feel a stirring I haven’t felt in quite a while. I felt a woman, manipulating me, feeling me and talking to me like I’ve never been spoken to in my life. Her voice was tender, loving, she had the slightest of accents, it was amazing the physical, aural, and mental stimulations she was giving me.
“I was vulnerable, on your couch, and you respected me, you covered me, showed me compassion, and caring.”
She leaned up and kissed me, her small mouth was on mine, our tongues sliding, her body against mine, she was rubbing her little slit against my upper leg as she was stroking my cock.
When the kiss broke, she was breathless, after a moment, she spoke, “I wish, I wish I could give you my body this second, right ow, have you force yourself deep into me and share this passion together.
“I’m, I’m scared. I was with Paul, he asked so many times for me to lay with him, to allow him to show me how to make love. But I couldn’t, I was terrified, he looked so big. But, compared to you, he was a child, you’re, you’re so massive.”
With that, she lowered her face down and tickled the tip of my cock with her tongue, licking along the length, then sucking just on the very tip, flicking with her tongue, it was driving me crazy, I wanted to cum, let loose with what I had built up for weeks, flood into her, and hold her head until the feel was passed.
I held, I restrained myself while she worked on me, she licked the precum off me, and then sucked the head of me into her small mouth. It was such a tight fit, I felt her lips stretch and her jaw have to really open to fit me into her.
I imagined what this looked like, this tiny woman, so small, so vulnerable with my cock sticking int o her at an obscene angle. Her head moving ever so slightly trying to please me. Had someone walked in, they would have thought I had a schoolgirl in my bed, without context, this looked horribly wrong, but, that wrongness was so erotic, such a turn on. Her bobbing her head, me caressing her back and rubbing her ass.
I moved my hand, searching for her, seeking her tiny slit. I felt her skin under my hand, so smooth and soft, even and warm. My urge to ravish tis petite girl grew by the second, but I controlled the primal urges that welled inside me, if I let them go, I could hurt her, she never had a man before, I would have to go slowly, tenderly, and be cautious about so many things. This wasn’t the time to let pure sexual hunger take over.
That time would come, I knew it then as I know it now. I would have her, I would be her first, and maybe, the last man she ever desired like this.
I felt her small pussy as my hand passe dover her tight little rear hole Heat was pouring from her, I pressed a finger to her and felt how wet she was, how inviting and ready she was to be taken, it would take mere seconds, I could pop form her mouth wet with her saliva, spread her legs, put the head of my cock against the baby looking slit of hers and press, feeling her part, her body cry out as I violated her and pressed myself deep into her body.
Control! Control yourself you fool, this is more then a drunken fuck, let this happen at its own speed, don’t be a greedy American in her eyes, be the man she wants you to be. Be courteous and gracious, be a gentleman you dammed fool!
Her lips came off me, she took a few breaths. “I wish I could do more, you are just too big for me to fit you in my mouth.”
“It’s OK, Rian, you’re doing wonderfully. Thank you.”
I gently urged her to lift her face to mine. My hips were meeting hers in sync, as I raised to meet her hand, she pushed against my hip, I felt her wetness on my leg, she was increasing her strokes, both on my cock and on me pussy on my leg.
Then she surprised me, she climbed on me, reached down and spread her tightly closed pussy lips and laid herself on the underside of my cock.
Oh god, her was on fire, I felt her wetness and heat directly on me, she was breathing deeper now, we were both approaching fast, together, touching.
I felt her dingers spinning on the head of me as I thrust, sliding along her, rubbing against her clit, her lips, glistening along the silkiest sensation I’ve ever felt.
“Rian, Oh god, Rian!”
“Yes! e too! Oh please, please, let me feel you when it happens, I want to feel you against me when you reach.”
She leaned in to me, kissing me, then, I felt it, my legs felt like they were cramping with the rest of my body and mind, hell my soul was cramping up. She felt this and moved the head of my cock down and rubbed it along her pussy lips.
She sat back and pressed the head of me along her slick lips and when the first pulse of my orgasm started, I heard her cry out, as it hit her. She had the head of me slightly inside her pussy, stroking me to dump my seed inside her.
The urge to press he into me and feel her slide down on me was almost too much. IO clenched her ass in my hands, and pressed so she would slide, my cock just busting into her pussy as jet after jet erupted from me.
She moaned and cried out as her orgasm hit, I felt her pussy trying to suck me into her, she was pulsing as she stroked me just barley inside her.
My cum flooded her little girl looking pussy filled her and started to run down her, down my cock, my balls, polling on the towel we were on top of.
She was speaking French, saying things, alternating with English. I could make out, fill me. Be mine. Ever and ever. Now. Oh, oh, oh. Fill me! My orgasm didn’t want to stop, she was draining me, forcing me to fire jet after jet of cum into her.
She collapsed on my chest, shivering in her own delight and cresting along with me.
I held her tightly as no more cum flowed through me into her, but the pulses of pleasure still went through us both.
She said something to me in French, I understood it perfectly well, and I was feeling the same way.
She giggled and kissed me, still stroking me against her, our fluids mixed, and sending shivers up and down my spine.
“Stay with me, stay the night. Sleep next to em and let me wake with you in my arms tomorrow morning.”
She smiled up at me as I looked into her eyes. “I would love that.”
I held her diminutive little body against mine, the afterglow of what to an outsider would have been us making love was still fresh in both our bodies and minds. I caressed her back, rubbed her head and hair, held her close to me, and kissed her neck and lips and I whispered into her ear how lovely and beautiful she was. How I wished she were mine, and whatever his name was is a dammed fool for letting her go.
She clutched at me, holding on to me, holding me near her.
We lay like that for however long, I couldn’t tell you, 10 minutes, and hour, I didn’t care, as long as she was touching me and I was holding her.
I finally told her I would start the shower, I kissed her and stood. Looking down at her, the mess of our lovemaking was all over her and me. I reached and got one of my insulated flannel shirts for her, and told her I would be right back.
I got the shower on, closed the door to catch the heat and steam in the room and walked back in the room to her laying there on my bed, she was smelling my shirt, her eyes closed and a look of joy on her face.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “My lover, and she reached an arm out to me. I took her hand and went to my knees next to the bed, started kissing her and holding her. We got up a few minutes later and I carried her to the shower. Only putting her down to step in after she checked the water temperature.
I watched as the water washed over her little body. I stared, the sight was pure beauty. The water ran in rivulets pressing her flaxen hair to her head, dribbling down, over her face, along her neck, her breasts were wet, glistening in the steamy light. Drops of water formed on her tiny nipples and dripped off.
As the water ran down her body, it ran, unimpeded to her tightly closed slit, then down her legs. She was the absolute image of loveliness, longing, and want all rolled up it one little ball of desire.
She reached out to break me from my spell. I had to look the fool, just standing here staring at her as she rinsed herself in the hot water. She drew me in the hot water with her., She ran her hands over my chest, rubbing me, feeling my body as I had hers.
She looked in to my eyes, “I appreciate you respecting my limits, you are a gentleman.”
I held her close to me and tiled my head down to kiss her lips, picking her up a little and holding her to me, he feet off the ground. She went limp I my arms and allowed me to hold and support all her weight. She was like a ragdoll in my arms. The feeling was something I had never felt before.
When the embrace broke. I reached for the soap and lathered her body, starting with her back and running my hands over her tiny breasts, using the soap to help slide my hands along her skin.
I rolled her pointy little nipples in my fingers and she moaned placing a hand on the wall of the shower. She knees shook some, and she braced herself. Seeing her like this, I leaned close and said next to her ear. One day, I will make love to you under the water, holding you as you shave and feel me explode inside you, filling you and kissing you as you feel me filling you.”
“Oh god, you, you’re, you make me feel like a little girl being touched for the first time, you’re a magician. Touch me please, let me feel your hands and your lips.”
She kissed me, I responded in kind, breaking the kiss to continue washing her, using my hands to lather and wash between her legs, using the wand to rinse her out, slightly parting her lips to aim the stream of water at her small little nub. Her legs shivered and trembled as I dd this.
Once all the soap was rinsed, I leaned in and kissed her directly on her cleft, using my tongue to lick along her and touch her swollen button, flicking with my tongue.
“Oh god, your going to. . . Going to make. . . Going to make me again.”
And She came again, on my tongue. I was amazed at how receptive she was. I licked her less than a minute and she was holding my head and thrusting her baby pussy to my face. I heard he breathing, her huffing and panting her fingers pulling at my hair and holding me as she vibrated, literally vibrated against my face.
I held her and guided her to the shaper stool that was in the corner, she sat and I aimed the water to run over her body, holding her and making sure she didn’t fall off the stool.
Her face was laying on my thigh, her breathing was coming in gasps as she came down form her third high in less than as many hours. She looked up at me with a lopsided grin that made her look so young, so innocent. It was wrong that I was looking at her in the way, but, the way she looked at me was so erotic and taboo that I was starting to get hard again, my cock raising in front of her eyes, pulsing with my heartbeat, growing and lifting.
She reached out when I was halfway to full, and put me in her mouth, She tried pushing me all the way in, aged a little and then I felt her force my almost fully erect cock into her throat. The feeling was amazing, I had never had a girl put me all the way into her throat. She was bouncing her head up and down, the feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt in my life.
I felt like the 12 year old I was when I lost my virginity. Me and the girl I lost it with were each out first. We were in the pool house at camp. She took her bottoms off and I had my swim trunks off, after a lot of heavy petting I got between her legs and when she lined me up she pulled and I slide right into her, we both lost our virginity in a violent way that lasted all of a minute an da half for each of us, we climaxed together, uncaring and too ignorant to know that there was a very great possibility of her getting pregnant. The feeling of a girl was so great, and to her a guy. We didn’t even consider it until the next day, and we both spent the next 3 weeks walking in terror until she got her period.
It felt like I was in that virgin pussy again, she was forcing my cock in her small throat, squeezing and pressing, it was total stimulation overwhelming my senses. I think I told her I was going to cum, I’m not certain, but she speeds up her bobbing until I started cumming again. AS I started to fire jets of cum directly into her throat, she pulled me out, took a breath and then sucked me back in her mouth and sucked and licked until I was the one holding on to the wall for support.
She stood and guided me to the stool, I sat and she then sat on my lap, we allowed the water to run off us until it started to get cooler.
We rinsed off and I stepped out and held a towel for her, she stood as I dried her, taking care to touch every square inch of her body, then wrapping her in another large to me, immense to her deep terry towel.
Again, she looked years younger, tiny in the towel, her hair damp and against her head. If you put a gun to my head and asked me her age, I would have said 10 or 11, she was so tiny and lost in the towel. What I was thinking was illegal and so wrong, but, so erotic.
She saw this, and said something in French and started to giggle. She opened the front of the towel and looked at me, “You like what you see? You’re unquenchable my love.” And kissed me, hard on the lips as she started drying me.
When we finally made it to the couch, she collapsed on to me after I sat/laid down. She was laying all the way down looking up at me.
“You know, you can’t pay me any more for helping you learn French.”
“Umm, why not?”
“Because you know, as well as I that even if I teach you and help you for three hours a night, I will very well not be leaving that evening until much later or the next morning, that is, if it’s OK with you.” She smiled at me like it was a question I would simply ask her to leave. That I wouldn’t want to spend every waking moment with her.
She laughed and traced a finger over my brow.
“You are such a charming man. Thank you, for, for consoling me when I needed it, and for loving me also, when I needed it. You are an amazing lover. I may become addicted to you and your ways.”
I smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her. She holds my head and returns the kiss, deeply and passionately.
I cuddled her small frame into me and held her. She sighed and nuzzled up to me.
The last sight I remember seeing is her with her thumb in her mouth as she dozed off and I followed.
The next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs, fresh coffee and the sound of eggs being fried.
Now, that wouldn’t be too weird, if I had bacon, fresh coffee and eggs.
“I went to the market down the street when I woke, I didn’t want to wake you so I let myself out and back in.
She came over to me and laid a platter on the coffee table, it had the most delicious breakfast I ever had. Everything was fresh, fresh herbs, toasted baguette, soft butter, everything was incredible.
If she didn’t already have my heart, she would have gotten it through my stomach, and I told her so.
She laughed and kissed me. I was in heaven.
We ate, and I decided my Thursday class was not that important, Rian also decided that he class wasn’t that important either. We both said that we were going to study and be good students.
We studied alright, we studied and got to know each other bodies, what each one of us likes, as well as about each other. We spent the entire day naked in the apartment. We talked, watched movies, played adult games that had very predictable endings. That evening we went out to eat at a nice restaurant a few towns over, She was delighted that they served honest French Quinine, not from the area of France that she is from, a more provincial selection of the Normandie
Our meal consisted of: Marmite Dieppoise, Meadow-salted lamb, Omelette à la Mère Poulard , Teurgoule.
Rian walked me though the selections and described how they are made and what each dish represented.
It was a wonderful evening, when dinner was over, we walked along the seaside, well, riverside for a few hours, and then went back to campus.
Apon arrival, we went t her dorm to get some things she needed, and then returned to my place. We got her some drawer set up for her things for when she is here.
“You know what it means when you have drawer n some one’s room or place?
“No, is it bad?”
“Nope, It’s a good thing, also signifies an ongoing relationship.
“So, I’m your now?”
“Yes”
We laughed about it.
And, now I find myself in a cook off with Rian, every meal is a stand French meal, alternating with traditional American fare,
Over the course of the semester, we traveled, to French Quebec, and a few other French Enclaves, most a day drive for us, so some of them ended up being weekend trips.
My French abilities grew, my professor qat first thought I was cheating until I told him that I have a French girlfriend that is tutoring me. He said he wanted to meet her. So I set up a meeting, and after a short conservation, the professor was happy and amazed at how well I was doing. He also asked for her number for other problem students. When he asked her rate, I told him that she will not tutor for less than $16/hour for undergraduate tutoring, and $35/hour for graduate tutoring. And $50/hour or anything the French department may need help with. Rian became the most highly requested French tutor on campus as well as French ambassador for the entire University.
By the end of the semester, she had so much money, she didn’t know what to do with it.
I suggested she take a trip to France to see her parents, she thought that was a wonderful ide and said she would set that up. I was planning a weeklong camping trip with some college buddies form the Computer Sciences department.
One evening Rian walked in the door, she had a key by now, with our itinerary.
She then proceeded to lay out the trip, showing where were going to and what we would do while there. Suddenly I had a monthlong trip to France with my girlfriend to meet her family. OK, no camping trip for me this summer.
We started living together almost immediately after the events in this story, Rian and I were married during our Junior year, we had two ceremonies, one for her and my parents in France, in a castle. And the other for our friends and staff, yes, we both had staff that worked for us while we worked for the university.
The year after graduation, we moved to the Washington DC area, With all the contact s had between the two of us, and the number of students that Rian helped graduate, we were able to geta nice townhome on embassy row for an absolute steal. Seems a family was persona non grata, so they had to sell their home, in matter the loss, and we were able to get a $976K home for just under $145.
We both work for the government, Roan for the State Department, and me for the Defense Intelligence Agency. She went on to become the Under Secretary of State for Political Affairs Bureau of European and Eurasian Affairs, and I transferred to State and became Deputy Secretary of State for Office of the Coordinator for Cyber Issues.
Our children as cuts of their mother and father. We have four, the twins are the oldest, a Boy and Girl, Ronney and Jaqces, the two younger were close in age, A boy Pierre, and a Daughter, Virginia, to honor my mom who passed days before she was born.
Rian still sleeps in my arms every night we are in the same house, and every night she still sucks on her thumb to go to sleep in my arms.
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