Café de l’Europe terrace. Martini sharp on my tongue, cigarette smoke curling. 1995 summer heat lingers. Fabienne emerges from Allées Mortarieu. Red docks, 501 jeans hugging hips, wide red tee tucked in, short black perfecto leather smooth against skin. Ponytail swings, red hoop earrings flash, lips vivid crimson. She strides assured, gazelle unaware of the hunter. I signal. She smiles. We air-kiss like classmates. Fresh floral perfume hits me.
‘What do you drink?’ ‘Nothing. Finish up. That new Mexican spot.’ We walk the pedestrian street. I let her lead. Her ass molds perfectly in denim. I stare. She glances back, smirks. Knows. Terrace alone, Montauban quiet. Nachos, guac, Sol beer crisp and cold, lime bite exotic.
The Privilege
‘You bolted like a thief the other night.’ ‘Yeah, freaked. Went fast, right?’ I tease fingers toward her mouth with guac. ‘Hey!’ ‘No one’s watching.’ ‘I’m not your whore.’ Cold snap. I pivot to the film. The Usual Suspects. Rave reviews. Time saves me. Split bill. She insists. No hand-holding. I lag for ass view. She waits, annoyed. Cinema chill bites through summer clothes. Masterpiece twists. Lights up, dazed.
Bike in her Clio trunk. Parking plateau overlook. City lights below like private belvedere. She offers ride. ‘Thanks for putting up with an idiot.’ ‘Not grudge-holding if you apologize.’ Cigarette shared, elbows on parapet. Night clear, empty. She tenses, sighs frustrated. ‘Spit it, Fafa.’ ‘Let’s stop. Like you, fun, no taboos. But no love. And Steph, your sister, my bestie.’
‘You’re scared. Fast, yeah. Not like movies. But it’s real. You’re amazing, no regrets. Waste to quit.’ ‘I DON’T LOVE YOU!’ ‘Me neither. But hot, serious. Let’s end it then.’ She wavers. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Lucky me. Fantasized you since college. Jerked to you replacing porn stars.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah. Then you jerked me, sucked, tasted. Dream.’ Eyes tremble. ‘Anyway, Mimizan vacay with parents Saturday.’ ‘Perfect end. Hug, friend?’
Tight embrace. Hair divine. ‘Wished your first.’ Sigh. We slow-dance air. Hands to ass. ‘May I?’ ‘…Yes.’ Grip soft. Basin grinds my hard-on. Cheek to cheek. Heat rises. Leg up. Lick neck sweat. ‘Your mouth, cock… too good.’ ‘Your tongue, pussy taste…’ ‘Love your flavor.’ ‘Dirty talk turns you, slut.’ ‘Yes.’ Fingers probe jean-clad crack. She presses. ‘Ass-fuck fingers heaven.’ ‘Say it.’ ‘IN MY ASS!’ She crushes, cums muffled.
The Excess
Piss break. Trees hide. White panties soaked. Golden stream. I piss over edge. She fingers self. Cock out, piss-dropped. Feeds her mouth. Slow fuck face against tree. Balls deep. Steps near. Pants up. Car dash, laughter.
Drive. Unzip her. Finger bushy wet cunt. Protests weak. Switch: her hand on my rigid cock. ‘Gear shift two.’ Church lot shadows. Engine off. She devours cock. Kneel seat, ass out. Massage pussy. Pony-tail yank, balls licked. Fingers her ass phalange-deep. Reciprocates mine. Prostate bomb. Gulp cock, finger ass full. I erupt barbaric. Overflow licked clean. Natural, erotic.
Home gate. Air-kiss. No mouth yet. Bike out. ‘Vacay fun. Fuck beach boys, safe.’ Slap. Stings. ‘Asshole.’ ‘Good vacay.’ She peels off.
Parents: ‘Film?’ ‘Twist ending. Super.’ To be continued…
