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This is Part 1 of a 2-part chapter.

 Summer 2004 Part 1

I called Susan and Charles back and told them I would accept their offer. Yes, I was moving to Paris. Susan was so excited; I didn’t realize until later that she had her own plans for me. She told me that since I was coming, I needed to be there before June 21st so I wouldn't miss the Fête de la Musique. I didn't understand what she said, but I promised to be in Paris by then. Over the years, I have enjoyed this music celebration. But that's a story for another time.

Within two weeks of their wedding, Misty and Louis moved to Paris. I'm unsure if Misty's father was happy for her or relieved that she wouldn't marry me. I didn't know Misty and Louis shared an apartment in the same building as Louis' parents. Misty and I had mended any bitter feelings between us. I realized that she still loved me. We continued with our sexual relationship, but only when she initiated it, and I tried not to involve Louis.

I told Tina and Ned about moving to Paris. The first question Tina asked me was, "Do you have a job?"

"Tina, you wouldn't believe what a wonderful job I have."

"How did you get a fantastic starting job in Paris?"

"Louis' dad owns a large company and offered me a job. You won't believe it, but I can take care of myself. You should be pleased that I am expanding my outlook."

"I am. I hate to see you leave."

"There are phones. You can call me anytime." I had to laugh. I was 10 miles away when I went to school, and she could have called anytime. She didn't. Ned agreed to take care of my beloved Grand Cherokee. He was going to drive it every week and do whatever it took to keep it running.

I called my advisor at Indiana University. I explained that I was moving to Paris and wouldn't be enrolling this fall. I then called the professor I would work with as his graduate research assistant. I was astonished at how sad he sounded when I wasn't coming. I also called my future landlord in Bloomington and explained that I wouldn't be using the apartment. She was very understanding and told me she would only keep my deposit. I packed everything I wanted and stored it in my room at Tina and Ned's. I told Mary Sue and Bill they could do what they wanted with anything I left behind.

There was a lot more to do than I realized. I had to get a long-stay visa for France. It would let me stay as long as I wanted. Charles agreed to "employ" me to help me get the visa. He also asked me not to bring too much clothing because he would take care of anything I needed. Susan and Charles bought a business-class ticket from Cincinnati to Paris. I landed in Paris three days before the Fête de la Musique. I couldn't believe it, but Susan, Charles, Misty, and Louis met me upon arrival after I had gone through customs and immigration. I'm not sure who hugged me the most; they all seemed really excited.

We went to the arrival pick-up; a big, black Mercedes limo drove up, and Charles said, "This is us." Even on a Saturday, it took us the better part of an hour to reach their building.

The building had a restaurant and a clothing store on the first floor. Susan and Charles occupied the entire second floor. It must have been 4,000 square feet. It was a sizable space in the US, yet it seemed even more enormous in Paris. The third floor was divided into two apartments. They told me I would have one apartment, while Misty and Louis would occupy the other. The fourth floor held office spaces, and the fifth floor had apartments they rented out. I was about to have life changes I hadn't had since I became Andi. But that's a story for another time.

A wooden door between the restaurant and the clothing store led to a hallway with stairs and an elevator. Charles gave me a key and said I would only need it before 6 AM or after 6 PM. The door was open to the outside during the day.

The hallway had a large mirror mounted on each side. It made the hallway feel larger. The beautiful dark oak stairway hugged a wall and spiraled up. The elevator cage was in the middle of the stairway. It could only hold three of us. Later I realized it was a rather large elevator for Paris. As Susan, Charles, and I entered, Misty and Louis began climbing the stairs. Charles turned to me and said, "I had the stairway and elevator replaced 10 years ago." I found out later that Charles had made many upgrades and remodels to "his building."

The elevator stopped on the third floor. The elevator was slow enough that Misty and Louis were waiting for us. Susan turned to me. "This is your stop." Charles walked up to a door, inserted a key, and opened it. He handed me the key and said, "Make sure you always keep your door locked." He held the door open so I could enter first. It opened up to a hallway. Charles pointed for me to keep going. I could describe the apartment, but not from the moment I first saw it. I was overwhelmed by its beauty and spaciousness. The apartment was about 1500 square feet, vast by Paris standards. While I got used to my new environment over the first week, I noticed all the walls were painted a light cream. Ornate crown molding was in every room.

A large doorway opened up to the living room. Three large doors on the outside wall opened up to balconies. Because of its size, the living room was more of a "great room." During the day, the room received plenty of light. The furniture mixed vintage and antique pieces with modern furniture and art. The décor had Charles' fingerprints all over it. The longer I got to know Charles, the more I realized he had impeccable taste. The floors were all hardwood herringbone. A gas fireplace with a massive mirror and elaborate, decorated frame was on the outside wall. It made the room look even bigger. Through a doorway was the kitchen. It had all the modern appliances, including a microwave, dishwasher, and washer-dryer combo. In the middle was a small table with only two chairs. All the appliances looked tiny by American standards. I later realized they were a normal size in Europe.

A set of glass French doors led to a dining room on one side of the living room. A solid-wood table with six chairs, large gilded mirrors on two walls, and two large doors on the outside wall that opened onto balconies. A wrought-iron table with two chairs sat on the balcony nearest the kitchen. I spent many mornings at that table, drinking coffee and greeting the day.

I was finally shown my bedroom. Against the inner wall was a king-size bed. The outer wall had two large doors that opened up to balconies. A substantial French provincial dresser was between the doors, and a matching chest of drawers was on the inside wall. There was also a large walk-in closet. I never thought I would have enough clothes and shoes to fill it.

Charles was anxious to show me the bathroom. In France, they call it an en suite. Again, it had large doors that opened up to a balcony. On one side, near the doors, was a copper bateau bathtub. Charles told me I could shower in it, but to be careful not to get the wooden floor wet. The sink was oval and free-standing. Susan showed me the fully stocked linen closet on the bathroom's interior wall. I noticed there wasn't a toilet in the bathroom.

As we exited the bedroom, Charles laughed and said, "I'll bet you were wondering where the la toilette was." He opened a door in the hallway, and there was a toilet and a bidet. That was a great design. I wouldn't have guests trampling in my bedroom to use it.

The last door in the hallway was the guest bedroom. It was smaller than my bedroom but still very tastefully decorated. The bathroom was on the outside wall. One outside door led to the bathroom; the other to the bedroom. I had more guests visiting me than I expected. Everybody wanted to see me when I could provide free housing, some meals, and a tour guide (me). Tina and Ned (who never traveled) visited me numerous times. Mary Sue and Bill visited several times, too.

Charles said he would be up briefly to check on me. We all agreed to meet at the restaurant downstairs in our building. As they left, I heard Misty say, "Go ahead. I want to talk to Andi for a minute." As she came back into the apartment, she grabbed me and kissed me with as much passion as I had ever seen from her. Her tongue went deep into my mouth. One of her hands grabbed one of my boobs, and the other grabbed my crotch. "I have been dreaming about this for months; I need to taste you," she uttered.

"Let me get settled, unpacked, and showered, and we'll figure something out. I'm not going to fuck you in front of Louis. He tells his mother everything."

"After dinner, I'll tell Louis we want to catch up. He'll probably go out drinking with Jean." (Jean was Louis's best friend and best man at their wedding.)

I decided to take a shower before dinner. I undressed and climbed into the tub. As I was soaping up, there was a knock on the bedroom door. I asked who it was. It was Charles. I yelled for him to come in. Charles was paying for all of this, and I had no modesty. I wanted to make sure he got his money's worth. He apologized but forgot to tell me what time dinner was. I noticed his eyes were looking at my crotch. I began to slowly massage my clit. Charles didn't take his eyes off what I was doing. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his enormous cock.

"Charles, would you like to fuck me?"

"I would, but not now and never without Susan present. I'll watch you and enjoy."

"When are you going to fuck me, Charles?"

"I was thinking Sunday afternoon. Is that good for you?"

"Charles, I am at your beck and call. Would you like to see me cum?"

"Very much so." I continued my effort. I turned the shower off, put the shower handle back in the cradle, stuck three fingers up, and stroked my G-spot while wildly jacking off my clit. I don't know if it was what I was doing to myself, Charles watching me, or the open window and breeze, but what a great orgasm. I decided to stop at one, which was sometimes very hard for me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Charles zipping up his pants.

"Andi, let's start our once-a-week agreement next Sunday. You look like you could use the rest."

"Thank you. What should I wear to dinner?"

"Get dressed and meet me at the shop in this building."

I finished my shower, climbed out of the tub, and dried off before the open bathroom door. Across the street, I noticed a couple seated on their balcony watching me. I ignored them while I took a little more time than usual to dry my boobs. I really did enjoy being watched.

I quickly dressed and went to the clothes store to hear Charles tell a saleswoman, "This is who I was talking about."

Charles turned to me, "Andi, this is Noele. She manages this shop for me. I told her you can have anything you want in the shop. Just make sure she's here when you pick out clothes."

Charles already had some items on his arm. He pointed to a dressing room and asked me to try them on. Both were beautiful white cable-knit clothes. Charles stepped into the room with me. He first handed me a white pullover halter cable sweater top. It was low-cut enough to show the tops of my boobs.

He said, "Take off that bra” as I removed my blouse. “Why would you want to wear it?"

"I wasn't sure if I should wear it."

He smiled and said, "Everybody in Paris loves a beautiful woman with a beautiful figure. Don't hide it." Ever since I became Andi, I have loved showing off my body. I realized that Paris was the best place in the world to do so.

I pulled on the top; it fit perfectly. Because it was knit, it was skin-tight. Charles then handed me the high-waisted knit mini skirt. I had worked hard to maintain my flat stomach. I dropped my shorts and wiggled into the skirt. I was wearing my bare cunt bikini underwear.

Charles noticed the underwear. "Andi, any time you wear my clothes, please wear a thong. Panty lines drive me crazy."

"I can't stand thongs, Charles." I eventually tolerated a G-string.

"Then don't wear underwear."

"I can do that." That's when I stopped wearing underwear whenever I wore anything from Charles' company. I saw the price tag for both items. I was shocked. "This is too expensive."

"This is nothing. My company produces all the clothes in the shop. We sell overstocks and last year's fashion here. You should have seen the original one. Never let the price stop you from picking out clothes. I will dress you in fashions that cost one hundred times this. I took the liberty of putting some shoes in your closet. Pick a pair out for this evening." He told me we would meet at the restaurant at 8. I grabbed my clothes and underwear and headed for my apartment.

As I entered my bedroom to put away my old clothes, I saw myself in the full-length bathroom mirror. My outfit was breathtaking. As I looked to admire it, I was pleased to realize how incredibly sexy I looked. The halter accented my boobs, and the side view really made my boobs look great, topped off with my very prominent nipples. I could adjust the top to show more or less cleavage by pulling it up or down. With the way the top hugged my boobs, I didn't need to show cleavage. One thing I liked about it being higher was that it showed off my flat stomach, and with the high-waist skirt, I could show off the skin from my belly button to the bottom of my ribs. I so love a bare midriff.

This brings up an interesting point. When I was Andy, I could tell whether a woman was good-looking. I couldn't tell if a man was good-looking unless it was somebody like George Cooney. When I first inhabited Andi's body, I hoped to be returned to a man. That never happened, so I hoped I would start thinking like Andi. That also never happened. I feel like a man, have a sex drive like a man, can tell if a woman is pretty or not, but still have trouble telling if a man is attractive. I love kissing a beautiful woman, but I don't really like kissing men. I initially didn't like giving head, but eventually started to enjoy the one thing that drives men crazy: swallowing. And believe it or not, I can get sexually turned on by just looking at myself.

Because the closet was so large, I hadn't noticed a dozen high-end shoes. I found the perfect match for my outfit. They had 3-inch heels. I had never worn heels this high, and there were heels even higher in my closet. I decided to practice walking around the apartment in heels. I quickly learned some tricks. Shoulders back, chest out, heel first, then toe, and shorten your stride. As I walked around the apartment, I noticed how much this position accentuated my boobs, and when I looked at my legs, I loved what they did for my calves. I really looked sexy in heels. One thing I didn't realize was the cobbled streets. Paris has many cobbled streets, which are hard to navigate in heels. I learned to walk in heels, but not before nearly hurting myself.

I was about five minutes late. If you want to make a dramatic entrance, it's best to be late. As I looked around, I noticed many eyes on me, but I didn't see anybody I knew. Charles walked out of the kitchen a minute later and waved to me. I approached him and asked, "Where are you guys?"

"We're at the chef's table." I learned that some restaurants have a table in the kitchen for customers. The table was reserved for Charles and his family every night. If nobody in the family showed up by 8:15 PM, they would seat other customers. The head chef-owner rented the space from Charles, which was part of the agreement.

I tentatively followed Charles into the kitchen. The family sat at a table shoehorned into a corner of the kitchen. There were five chairs around the table. I watched all eyes on me as I sat down at the table.

Misty said, "My God, you look stunning. Is that a new outfit?"

"This old thing?" I turned to Charles and winked.

The chef said, "I see your beautiful guest is finally here. Are you ready to order?"

Charles rattled off an order for all of us. Charles said, "Andi, I want to introduce you to Henri." He walked me over to the chef, who looked very busy. "Henri, I want you to meet Andi. She lives in my building. She is a family member of mine. Andi, Henri opens his doors at 7 AM. Just come back to our table, and he will cook anything you want at no charge." I can't count how often I went to the restaurant early in the morning. Henri served me a Caffè americano, pastries, and, occasionally, eggs (not typically eaten for breakfast in France). Over time, I felt that Henri became very sweet on me.

Charles had ordered a family meal. Restaurants usually serve a family meal to employees before they open. With five people, Charles wanted to make it as easy as possible for the staff. The meal was a little of everything. We ate well and drank more wine than we should have. At one point, I stood up and asked where the WC was.

Susan jumped up and said, "I'll show you."

She took me into the restaurant's main room and directed me to a narrow stairway that led downstairs to the women's WC. When we were in the small room, she locked the door, turned to me, reached under my skirt, and grabbed my clit.

"I'm going to fuck Charles and maybe you next Sunday."

"I don't want to wait till Sunday."

"What about Charles?"

"Charles doesn't need to know. I'll make it worth your time."

"You two have been so good to me. I have something you could do for me. I need a tour guide. I want to get to know Paris like someone who has lived here for decades."

"I would be glad to do that. My Wednesdays are always free."

"Susan, I've got an idea. Why don't we make Wednesday a tour-and-sex day? Part of the day you show me Paris, and I'll do you the rest of the day."

"That's a deal I can get into. Can we start this week?"

"I can't wait." With that, she pinched my clit and gave me a passionate kiss.

When we returned to the table, everybody was still drinking and laughing. In both my former life and now, I haven't been a wine drinker. That all changed when I moved to Paris. Over the years, I came to appreciate the differences in wine, both type and quality. As we got up from the table, Henri walked over and thanked us for coming. I walked over, grabbed his right arm, and pulled it to my boobs, looking him in the eyes and thanking him for everything. He gave me a kind smile and just nodded. I think I embarrassed him.

As we walked up the stairs, Misty told me that Louis was going out with his buddy, Jean, that night. She would be over as soon as they left.

As I hung up my outfit, there was a knock at the door. Since I wasn't wearing anything under the outfit, I was naked except for my heels. I decided to greet Misty at the door this way. I opened the door and was shocked to see Susan there.

"Love your outfit, Andi."

"I was expecting Misty. I thought I would shock her." What else was I going to say?

"I just came up to tell you to bring some Euros for Wednesday. And from the size of your clit, it looks like you want to do more than shock Misty." With that, she turned and walked away.

I returned to my bedroom and put on the one robe I brought. I was going to ask Charles for a sexier one. There was another knock on my door. I was sure it was Misty. When I opened the door in a robe and heels, I saw Misty in a very thin robe, obviously trying to hide something wrapped up inside. She ran into my bedroom, dropped her robe to the floor, and pulled out a huge dildo.

"Holy shit, Misty. I have some questions. Where the hell did you get that?"

"There's a sex shop a couple of blocks from here. They have just about anything you want."

"You have Louis; why do you need that?"

"Silly, it's not for me."

She almost ripped my robe off me. As she started to suck on my nipples, she said, "I can't tell you how much I miss you. She threw me on the bed and began to suck on my clit. I could tell I was getting even harder.

"I can't tell you how much I miss you." She started to cry.

In my previous life as a man, I never cried. I don't know if it was the woman I loved who declared her love for me, my estrogen level, or both. We lay on the bed just kissing and hugging until there was a knock on my door.

"Fucking hell. Who is that now?"

I put on my robe and told Misty to stay in the bedroom. I opened the door, and there were Louis and Jean, who were obviously drunk.

"What do you want, Louis? It's been a long day, and I need to sleep."

He slurred, saying, "I told Jean what a great fuck you were and thought you could show him?"

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Leave now, or I'll tell Misty and your mom what you did."

"OK, OK, I just thought you were in this apartment." With that, they turned and left.

When I returned to the bedroom, I asked what Louis meant by being in this apartment.

"Louis told me Charles' mistress used this apartment for as long as he could remember."

"How long have you realized that I was Charles' mistress?" I had trouble even saying that.

"As soon as I heard you were coming. Louis even told me he lost his virginity on his 18th birthday to her with Charles' approval, and she would let Louis fuck her once in a while."

"What happened to her?"

"I have no idea. She left soon after I got here. I guess Louis ruined the moment. I'm going to kill him when he gets home."

I found out later that the mistress wanted to go home, and I was the replacement. I had to decide if I was OK with this or should leave. It was a difficult decision, but in the end I stayed.

"He tells his mother everything. You shouldn't say anything that would get back to Susan. We also shouldn't do anything Susan could find out about."

"Come on, Andi, I really need your affection. Louis has changed since coming back to Paris."

"Misty, I don't think we start anything we can get caught for."

“Louis travels about every other week for a couple of days. He catches the train on Monday morning and comes back Tuesday night."

"What does he do?"

"He's working for his father as a salesman. Learning the business, one job at a time."

"Here's an idea: after he leaves, come on over, and we can make a morning of it. Spend the afternoon exploring Paris and spend the night." My dance card was filling up fast.

Misty gave me a long kiss, tongue and all. She licked me, starting on my throat, stopping to suck my nipples, continuing down my body, and stopping at my clit, where she gave me a small head job.

She smiled and said, "I love your taste."

The next day, I woke up at mid-morning. If I sleep with someone, I always sleep in the nude. I love the feeling of skin-on-skin. If I slept alone, I liked to wear loose clothes. I had a tank top on. The tank top showed a lot of side boob, especially when my long nipples helped pull out the top. I thought I would give Henri a little show. I found my homemade cut-off jeans. They allowed me to wear something that showed off my legs and my butt cheeks without worrying about my clit showing. I ran a comb through my short, short auburn hair and went down to the restaurant. As I went through the kitchen doors, Henri greeted me.

"Henri, can I get a Caffè americano and a pastry?" I saw Henri look me up and down.

I did a little pirouette and said, "A little different from last night." He laughed. I slowly turned to show him my ass and walked over to the chef's table and sat down so that my side was to Henri. He made the Caffè americano and brought it over with a box of pastries.

"Take what you want." I noticed he took a long look at my side boob. As I was getting ready to leave, I leaned over to expose my boobs and buns. I looked over to Henri and winked.

"Thanks, Henri, for breakfast."

"Thank you, Andi. I hope to see you again soon."

You can get most men and some women to like you with a bit of skin.

It was Saturday. I stopped by Susan and Charles' apartment to ask about the Fête de la Musique. I knocked, and Susan answered the door. I told her I was curious about the music festival on Monday. As she closed the door, she turned to me and put both hands on the side of my tank top and grabbed my boobs.

"I take it Charles isn't here."

"He always works Saturday and Sunday during the 'season.'" I assumed the "season" was the fashion season.

"I stopped by to ask about the festival this Monday."

"What do you want to know?"

"What is it? When does it start? How long does it last? And most importantly, what should I wear?" The entire time I talked, Susan was squeezing my boobs and playing with my nipples.

"What did you say?"

"Are you alright, Susan?"

"No, I'm not alright. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm horny as hell, and you act as if everything is normal. I'll answer anything you ask. Just help me."

"Take off your clothes, and let me get you off."

"I thought you would never ask." She led me to a spare bedroom and took off her clothes in a couple of seconds. "Now you."

"Only if you do exactly what I tell you." I didn't know how good she was at oral sex. "You get me off first, and I will more than take care of you." I dropped my cut-off jeans. No panties today. She lifted my loose-fitting tank top and pushed me down on the bed.

"How do you want me to do this?"

"Treat my clit like you would a cock. Lick it, suck it, and flick it with your tongue. Stick three fingers up my pussy and slowly stroke my G-spot. Don't stop till I tell you."

Susan must have sucked a lot of cock in her day. Her mouth and fingers brought me off quickly and often. I finally signaled with my hand to stop.

"Did anybody tell you your pussy really tastes good?"

"Yes, I've heard that before."

I remembered how exceedingly gentle Charles was with my nipples. I decided to use the same technique with Susan. I covered her entire nipple in my mouth, licking the length and flicking it with my tongue. I don't know if it was my technique or if she was that horny, but she started to groan, and her hips started to move. I moved a finger to her pussy. She was ready. I placed my head just above her pussy. I flicked her clit, running my tongue around her lips.

"Stop teasing me. Give me what I want."

I slowly pushed my entire hand up her sloppy cunt. She raised her hips to meet it. I slowly started to suck her clit, flicking my tongue while stroking her G-spot. Susan came out loudly, yelling, "Je jouis" for anyone who would listen. She pushed her head and shoulders hard against the bed. The first time I went down on her, she had a normal refractory period. She needed time between orgasms. I decided to try to speed that up. Some women, including me, can have multiple orgasms with only a couple of seconds to load back up.

I slowed down my touch of her G-spot. I left my tongue on her clit, barely moving it. Susan started to move her hips again. I coordinated the speed of my tongue and fingers to her hips. As she sped up, I sped up. It was only a couple of minutes till she was yelling "Je jouis" again. I followed this pattern until she literally pushed my head away from her pussy. She lay there for several minutes, recovering.

"Wow, that was crazy. I may have come four or five times."

"It was five. It looked like you enjoyed yourself."

"You have no idea. That's the second time I've gotten multiple orgasms, and you were there for both. I can't get more than one, even with a vibrator. I know some women who pay a lot for this."

I laughed to myself. I had a good business doing just this. I decided if I was going to perform oral sex on women, it would be on my terms.

"I might be interested. I would do this for someone good-looking, thin, and under 50 years old."

"Let me just talk to some of my friends."

She agreed to meet me in the shop downstairs later that day to shop for the festival.

Susan met me at the shop door.

“From your outfit, it looks like you’re familiar with the shop.”

“Charles’ (fashion) house has a specific look. It was apparent you got it here.” Later, I learned that the different fashion houses had different looks.

“Tell me about the festival. I want to know what to wear.”

“The Fête de la Musique” is on or around the first day of summer. It’s a day of music. People play music in their neighborhood, and several free concerts by professional musicians are held. It usually starts around 5 PM and ends around 2 AM. If you plan to participate, wear something that keeps you cool. Make sure you wear tennis shoes. The weather looks like it’s going to cooperate. If I were your age, I would wear a skimpy outfit. Nobody will bother you.”

“Let’s see if your shop has anything I can wear.”

I found a cute, short, denim pleated skirt and a pair of matching blue lace, low-riding, see-through boy shorts. My ass should look great in this outfit. I couldn’t find a top I liked.

“Susan, is there a shop nearby that specializes in swimwear?”

“About two blocks over. What are you looking for?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll know when I see.”

The white crochet halter was a find from a boutique swim shop. In the dressing room, the soft knit felt amazing on my skin, fitting my breasts perfectly. Since it was unlined, the tight weave didn't hide a thing; the dark circles of my aureoles showed clearly through the white yarn. I watched in the mirror as my nipples hardened and poked right through the gaps in the crochet. It was exactly what I wanted.

The real power, though, was the front tie. If I pulled the strings, my breasts were pushed together, swelling upwards and inwards. It created a breathtaking cleavage. I walked out, ready to command attention. Susan looked at my chest and said, “Oh, to have young tits.”

When I saw the price, I gasped. “I can’t believe the cost. This may be the most I have ever paid for an item of clothing.”

“Did you look at the label? They make the best swimwear in the world. You will be the talk of Paris in that.”

Inside my apartment, I had the perfect new outfit in mind, something I knew Misty would appreciate. The white crochet halter top was pulled as tight as possible, which created as much cleavage as possible. I loved how my aureoles and nipples were on display. My white, pleated, tennis skirt couldn’t have been any shorter. Beneath it, I wore a thin flesh colored G-string that settled almost invisibly between my legs and did nothing to conceal my large clit, which seemed harder than usual.

I experimented in front of the full-length mirror. I hitched the skirt up a little. Then another, higher still. A thrill raced through me while I realized that with just the right adjustment, the lower curves of my ass cheeks were daringly exposed, the tiny G-string disappearing completely into the cleft between them, leaving nothing but bare skin. This was definitely the look I wanted.

I crossed the hall and knocked on Misty and Louis’ door. When Misty answered, her eyes questioning, I offered no words, just a smile. Then, with a slow turn, I gave her a little spin. I let the ridiculously short skirt flare out just enough to showcase my bare ass, the nearly invisible G-string, before settling back down. The movement also offered her the full impact of the crochet top, the deep cleavage, and the hard points of my nipples pressing against it. I held her look, letting her take in every detail. “This is my outfit for the festival on Monday.”

“My God, Andi, I’m getting turned on.”

“So you like it?”

“Get in here so I can grope you.” With that, she pulled me into their apartment, grabbed me, moved both her hands to my ass, and gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.

“You really know how to show off your best parts. I’m going to look like the ugly stepchild next to you.”

“Misty, you are among the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You could wear a potato sack and still be noticed by everybody. Just wear an outfit that shows a little tit and a little ass.”

“Louis wouldn’t like that. By the way, Louis would like you to join us for the festival.”

“I was hoping we would go out together.”

“Louis is bringing Jean.”

“Great, but I’m not fucking that asshole.”

“Andi, you would be surprised what a great fuck he really is.”

“Oh my God, Misty, are you fucking that asshole?”

“You’d be proud of me. I had Jean be tested to make sure he was safe to fuck. And I only fuck him as a ménage à trois. Louis suggested it, and I agreed. At first, I wasn’t sure I would like it. I now love it.” I had to laugh; it was the first time I had heard Misty speak French, and it wasn’t a commonly used term.

“How often do you three fuck?”

“Every chance we can. I was hoping that we could try a foursome.”

“Misty, you’ve been here less than two months. How is that possible?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this, but Louis convinced me during our honeymoon. Once I tried it, I was hooked. Have you ever tried double penetration?”

“I haven’t, and don’t really want to,” I lied. I had two fuck buddies back home that had been perfect for double penetration.

“The feeling of having two dicks up you at the same time is intense. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. What about just Jean? He’s a hell of a fuck.”

“We’ll see.” And I left it at that.

As we were walking down our building’s stairs, I said, “Let’s go into Charles’s shop.”

I don’t usually go there. The prices are too high.”

“Louis doesn’t get any discount?”

“He said he hasn’t worked there long enough.”

That’s when I realized Misty had to pay full price. Interesting.

Her copper hair surrounded a face with marble-smooth, almost luminously pale skin. She moved with grace, making even the simplest movements captivating, and her height helped. We continued exploring the shops, and her eyes fell on a section promising daring delights. She found a pair of shorts, short and bold.

She chose white shorts made from a fabric that fit her curves. They sculpted her body with breathtaking precision, cupping her posterior so tightly that it left little to the imagination. I looked at her long, tall legs. A noticeable gap between her inner thighs accentuated her distinct camel toe, ending at her concave midriff.

A smirk was on her lips as she modeled the revealing fit. "You know," I said, my gaze following the fabric's line against her porcelain skin, "you're leaving very little to the imagination there."

Her response was confident: "Exactly the intention. And I plan to wear these without a single stitch underneath," she said. Her next item was a white bustier, a combination of lace and structure, clearly a size too small. Instead of supporting, it caused her large breasts to almost spill over. It hinted that her areola was just visible, a pale pink against her light skin. The top accented her midriff even more.

Leaving the shop, we practically skipped back to my apartment, both of us feeling a mutual excitement. Once inside, we shed our clothes to slip into our new ensembles, Misty’s copper hair shimmering as she moved, each motion a playful strut, a preview of the night to come, the outfits displaying her tall form to perfection, the too-small bustier a strong statement of her ample curves against her pale skin.

“Andi, I don’t think anything turns me on as much as wearing sexy clothes and having people look at me. I have a feeling that after the festival, Louis and Jean will need to take care of me. You should join us.”

“I might be up for watching, but I’d like to go slow with this.”

Misty’s outfit was such a turn-on. She was parading around with a top that really showed her tits, but the camel-toe shorts were too much. As I walked around in my mini skirt and bikini top, I asked Misty where I should wear the skirt. I could wear it on my hips and expose my stomach, or wear it above my belly button and show some ass.

“I told you earlier you should hike it up to expose a little ass. Act like it’s supposed to be worn that way.”

And that’s what I did.

Monday was the day of the festival. I really had no idea what was going to happen. We had decided to wait till it was getting dark to go out. Misty had decided to get dressed in my apartment and have the boys meet us on the street. She figured Louis wouldn’t make a big deal about what she was wearing once in public. She was right. As we exited the front door, I was delighted with how Louis reacted to Misty’s outfit. He hugged her and kissed her. Not to be outdone, Jean started to grab me.

“Don’t do that. We are here to keep Misty and Louis company. When we return, I’ll go to my apartment, and you three go to yours and do whatever you do.”

I could tell Louis was surprised when he said, “You told her about the three of us?”

“Just like you tell your mother everything, Misty tells me everything.”

Louis laughed, “I sure didn’t tell Mom about the three of us.”

I looked at Louis and Jean and said, “Don’t you dare ever talk to me like you did a couple of nights ago.”

Louis looked sheepish and apologized. He and Jean had too much to drink, and it wouldn’t happen again. Jean also apologized and said he would like to start over.

I gave him a big hug and said, "You’re still not fucking me.” Everybody laughed, and we were off for a night of fun.

Our neighborhood placed us a short walk from several of the best venues, and as we headed out, a sea of male eyes tracked Misty and me. Damn, we knew we looked sexy. Street corners resounded with unbelievable music from small bands and solo performers, flooding the air with colorful sounds. We picked up drinks along the way, and I kept nudging the boys to pace themselves. Predictably, given how we looked, the rude comments didn't take long to follow. I quickly lost count of how many times we heard ‘montre-moi les seins’, 'Show me your tits’, shouted from the sidewalks. I even teased Jean about maybe just flashing them, but he shut that down fast. He warned I'd have a parade of horny men following us all over Paris.

We stopped at four main venues, dancing, laughing, and drinking. We walked less than two miles and finished up at the Louvre. I had no idea my boobs bounced that much in my bikini top. Misty was intentionally teasing Louis by exposing the top of her tits so that her areolas showed. I kept Jean close. Several times, I felt uncomfortable with what they were saying. I hadn’t learned enough French to understand, but by Jean’s reaction, they were probably sexual.

Walking back to the apartment, we went along the Seine River. As we were walking, Misty handed both guys a Viagra pill and said they might need it. It was basically group after group of musicians. As we approached the door, Misty asked if I wanted a drink. I knew what she meant: if I wanted to join them in a four-way.

“I’ll take that drink, see what it tastes like, and decide if I want any more.”

Misty took off her clothes as soon as we got into their apartment, followed by Louis, then Jean. I smiled when I noticed Misty hadn’t shaved her ‘burning bush’. I got my first look at Jean’s cock. He wasn’t nearly as big as Louis, but who is? He was also circumcised. I have noticed that uncut guys have a foreskin to help stimulate the cock when fucking, but cut guys tend to pump harder and faster to cum. Jean might be able to give me the pounding I liked so much, but not tonight. I was going to make him work for this pussy.

Misty served us each a glass of wine. She started with Louis, got on her knees, and briefly licked his cock. Next, she handed Jean a glass, got back on her knees, and literally deep-throated his dick. She learned this after coming to Paris. Sometimes there’s a benefit to not having the biggest dick in the room. When she got to me, she said I had to take off my clothes to get the drink. I undid my bikini top and could see Jean really checking out my boobs. I slipped off my short mini and said, “That’s it.”

“How am I going to suck on your clit when it’s covered?”

“Suck on it through my panties.” I had a substantial erect clit from all the naked bodies and seeing Misty’s performance. As she was sucking on me, I had a choice: peel off my panties and have Misty finish me off with tongue and fingers, or have her stop what she was doing and stay worked up. I decided to have her stop sucking and watch the three of them in action.

“Are you going to let me watch you guys?”

Misty rubbed her boobs in my face and said, "Come on,” with the two guys following her like she was a bitch in heat. Misty and Louis had a huge container of lube, which she gave the guys. They both slathered their dicks with it. Misty also used some, mostly on her asshole. I was sure her pussy was already wet. Jean lay down first. Misty sat on Jean’s abdomen, positioning his rock-hard dick up her asshole. Once Jean was up her, she lay her back on him. I carefully watched her face. She really seemed to enjoy the penetration.

Louis was kissing her boobs. She came very quickly. I think that was the first time I had seen anybody orgasm from just anal intercourse. Louis positioned himself while stroking his dick. He slowly inserted his dick into her pussy. From her face, I could tell that there was some pain involved. Misty had a lot of dick up her. Jean was bigger than average, but Louis was the size of a pony. I was afraid they might tear something. The three had worked out the logistics well. The guys slowly pumped her at the same speed. The pain had started to change to pleasure. Between loud moans, she asked me to kiss her.

As I was kissing her, she spoke quietly, “Pinch my nipples.” My nipples are very sensitive and give me great pleasure, but not from pinching.

I pinched her nipples. In just a couple of seconds, she moaned, ”Harder, harder.” I pinched her nipples harder and actually pulled on them to the point of having Misty cry out a little. When Misty and I were together, I noticed that a bit of pain really intensified her orgasms. With what I was doing to her nipples and the two guys really stretching her, she was definitely feeling pain. Misty took some time to get where she wanted to go. Her body completely tensed up as she started to yell, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming."

The last time I was with Misty, she would take a little time to get her next orgasm. I don’t know if it was the situation or if she had changed, but she had one orgasm after another with very little time between. In fact, I wasn’t sure if she was having just one very long, very intense orgasm. Louis and Jean had cum during this, but kept pumping until Misty finished. Louis was the first to pull out. He rolled over and collapsed on the bed. Misty rolled off of Jean to the other side of the bed. As I looked at Misty’s pussy, it was covered in cum, with more leaking out of both her holes.

Finally, they all got up and headed to the bathroom. Their apartment had a large walk-in shower. As I followed them in, Misty called for me to join them. I still hadn’t taken off my panties, even though I had a clit so hard it was pronounced. After the three helped each other clean up, they turned their attention to me.

It wasn’t long before my panties came off. The feeling of three sets of soapy hands, feeling, grabbing, probing, is indescribable. I didn’t cum, but I came very close. Misty turned me so I faced her and started to passionately kiss me while jacking off my clit. I began feeling a cock slide into me from behind. I realized it was Jean from the size. It felt great; I was just glad it was in my pussy, not my ass. I leaned over to let Jean slide up his entire length. I wanted him to hit my cervix. Misty continued to jack me off while I was now sucking on her nipples. Louis had positioned himself behind Misty; she rose on her toes, and I realized he was penetrating her.

Jean grabbed my boobs and started to roll my nipples gently. I was sure Misty told him how to play with my nipples.

Jean continued to fuck me with his rock-hard cock. Misty told me she got the guys to take 2 Viagra pills (not recommended). With Misty jacking my clit off and Jean fucking me, I had several really good orgasms. Because of Misty’s boobs in my face, I hadn’t noticed Louis had finished. I eventually got all I wanted, grabbed Jean’s dick, and pulled it out. He didn’t complain.

After we finished showering, I dressed, and we all kissed. Misty turned to me and said, “Why don’t you take Jean home with you."

This really caught me off guard, but I hadn’t fallen asleep with anybody in months. I asked Jean if he wanted to come home with me. He quickly said yes.

As I walked across the hall to my apartment, Jean followed me like a lost puppy. As soon as I closed my door, he grabbed my boobs. I spun around and said, “Don’t you grab me without my permission.”

"I’m sorry, I just thought after what we did in the shower..."

“If you were my boyfriend or even a steady fuck-buddy I’d love you to put your hands all over me, but you’re not, or at least not for now.”

“Aren’t we going to bed together?”

“We are going to bed together, not to screw. I’m taking you out for a test drive. If you pass, I’ll let you back in my bed.”

“Didn’t you like the way I fucked you?”

“You were good, but so are a lot of guys.”

“If it isn’t sex, what do I have to do to pass?”

“I go to bed to sleep. You can’t bother me when I sleep. No snoring, involuntary jerking, sleep apnea, touching that can wake me up, and no trying to fuck me while I sleep.”

“Some of that I can do; other things, I don’t even know if I do.”

“We’ll find out tonight. If you pass, we can make this a regular thing; if you don’t, this is it. If you do pass, I have another list of dos and don’ts when it comes to sex, but first, we’ll see if you pass this test. One question: How did you learn to speak English so well?”

“I was an exchange student. My host family lived in a small college town in Ohio.”

I thought he was talking about Oxford, my hometown. "What was the town?"

“Kent. I spent my Première grade there.”

“What's Première grade?”

“It’s like your 11th grade.”

I took off all my clothes to get ready for bed. Jean stripped to his shorts. “You’re not getting in bed with me wearing anything. Peel the shorts.” As he dropped the shorts, he had an impressive hard-on. “If I hadn’t made myself clear enough, I’m not fucking you again tonight.

"If you want to sleep with me, here are some rules: We will sleep with you spooning me; your hand will rest between my boobs; your dick will rest on the crack of my ass, and no moving.”

He smiled and nodded. And that’s how we slept that night.

I woke up around noon. It was the longest I'd slept in months. When I got up to use the bathroom, I noticed Jean had morning wood. I should throw the dog a bone.

"Give me a few minutes, and maybe we can see what you can do in bed." When I got back, he tried to use the bathroom but really struggled to pee with his erection. When he finally got back, I was on my back with my knees up, showing my pussy.

"Now, to see if you can pass the next test. How good are you at eating pussy? Before you answer, allow me to tell you what I love. I love having my clit sucked like a little dick. Suck it in and out while you flick the tip with your tongue. Slowly insert three fingers up me and stroke the front inside of my cunt. Do my nipples just like you did in the shower last night. Don't stop until I tell you.

"You do this right, and I will fuck you as you have never been fucked."

Some men are like puppies. They will perform if they get a treat at the end.

Jean was a fast learner. It wasn't the best oral sex I've ever had, but for the first time, it was great. After three intense orgasms, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head off my pussy.

"You passed your test with flying colors. Now I really want to fuck you. Here are some more rules: You are never to stick anything up my ass. Don't ever put your dick in my face. If I am going to suck it, I'll initiate it. Pump me as you did in the shower last night. One last thing, and it's the most important: you are never to say a word to anybody about what we do here. I may lose this apartment if this gets back to Louis' parents. Are you good with that?"

"I promise not a word to anybody."

I smiled and said, "How would you have me fuck you like you have never been fucked before?"

"Get on top of me and bounce. I want to see your tits bounce."

I offered Jean the fuck of a lifetime, and all he wanted was to see my boobs bounce. I figured that if I played with my boobs while bouncing on his dick, it would get him to cum quickly.

While I swung a leg over Jean, I came down on his dick. I rubbed it as hard as I could on my dripping labia. The good news for me was that it was also my clit. I wanted to really tease him so I could get him to cum as fast as I could. I rose on one leg, grabbed his dick, and really jammed it up me. While I sat upon it, I started bouncing quickly. I could feel my boobs bounce. As I looked at Jean, I could see he was getting close. I grabbed one of my boobs, raised it, and started to fondle it. Jean came as soon as I did that. I'm not sure if it was his dick pounding on my cervix, the autoerotism of playing with my nipples, or both, but I also came.

"Congratulations, Jean, it's official."

"What's official?"

"We're fuck buddies. Now, some ground rules. I don't want you showing up unannounced. You call me. Or I'll call you. Don't come over drunk. I wouldn't let you in. If you sleep with anybody else, please wear a condom. Take Viagra before you come over. You've got to fuck me longer than you just did. Let's have at least once a week a sleepover."

"That all sounds great, but what do I get?"

"The best fucking you’ll ever get."

We chose Friday nights for our sleepovers because it let us sleep late. Jean decided we should go out for dinner. He wanted me to experience some of the world's great restaurants. He always paid. When I found out who his family was, I realized money was never a problem. But that's a story for another time. Not to give too much away, but we kept this up for several years, and Jean became an incredible lover.

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