Jerome felt like he had just won the lottery when he heard the response. When his parents agreed to his spending a semester overseas, he was barely able to contain his excitement. He had fully expected that they might complain about his leaving the country, or taking that much time away from his University, but they felt that it would be an opportunity of a lifetime to be able to spend time in a foreign country and put up no resistance.
In fact rather they actually became quite active advocates for the plan. His mother put it best when she said that he would remember this time for the rest of his life. Little did she, or he, realize just how accurate that statement was.
For months he practiced his French every day, and as the time for his departure got closer his anticipation of the trip grew and grew. The day for his flight to Paris finally came and hugging his weeping parents at the ticket counter at JFK, Jerome waved goodbye and walked towards the security line. His thoughts were frenzied on the overnight trip from New York, and landing and Charles de Gaulle airport at dawn, he followed the instructions given by his host family and made his way towards the train station.
The train trip south from Paris was breathtaking, and as mile upon mile of beautiful vineyards and picturesque villages rolled by he wondered openly about all of the fantastic adventures that lay ahead for him for the next six months. Reaching the tiny village where he would be staying for the duration, his French came in handy as he hired a cab to take him to his new home. Pulling up to a rustic but rather spacious Chateau with rolling grounds, his smile widened as he took his bags from the trunk and knocked on the front door.
As the door opened, he could only think "SACRE MERDE" at the sight that came into his vision. Now that he actually had met his host family, his excitement turned to something more basic, and much lower on his body, overwhelming lust. Holy God in HEAVEN he thought to himself as he met his "exchange sisters". All blonde, bubbly and gorgeous, he realized that he was going to be in absolute HEAVEN for the next 6 months being surrounded by such gorgeous Gallic women.
He had been chosen among all of the students at his college to spend 6 months in a full emersion experience in rural France and as he viewed his new hosts he silently prayed thanks to God for having him be the one who had been selected. Having chosen French Literature as his major, and planning on going ahead to grad school with the hopes of getting a teaching position after graduation, Jerome knew that this experience would look extremely good on his resume. The fact that he would be surrounded by three of the most beautiful women he had ever set eyes on his life was a side benefit, but BOY was it a big benefit.
He stood completely dumbfounded in the door of the large chateau as these three glorious visions of womanhood stepped forward and introduced themselves. They were all sisters and all around the same age as he was. Clare was the oldest at 22, Jeannette was his age at 20 and the youngest Raina had just turned 18.
Their house was fantastic, about 20 minutes east of Tours, it was in the very heart of the Loire Valley wine country as all of the vineyards he had seen from his train had announced. When he asked where the "parents" were, Clare looked slightly sad and indicated that their father had died several years earlier and that their mother was largely bedridden. She pretty much stayed in her room almost the entire day, so largely the three girls were left to work the property on their own. This, she explained, is why they had agreed to the exchange program as they really needed help with the Chateau and the adjoining small vineyard, and thought this would be a good way to have all sides benefit.
Jerome looked slightly concerned as this was a lot different than he had anticipated as it sounded like he was going to be a free field hand for the duration, but, he definitely would master the language by the end of the experience and having these three girls as company would take the bite out of any manual labor he would perform. Beside, the place (along with the girls) was breathtaking, like walking right into a coffee table book, with winding rivers cutting a lazy path through rows and rows of picturesque estates, castles and vineyards. It was simply perfect.
The house was large so room was not a problem, and Jerome was shown to his unbelievable accommodations. He had a huge four poster bed and large bay window overlooking the Loire valley and he felt like he needed to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming. Down the hall from him were each of the girl's rooms, and all emptied onto a main central hall.
The first night was great and all of the girls seemed to enjoy Jerome's company as despite the lush surroundings, it was quite remote and they all seemed lonely. His french already felt like it was rapidly improving as they spoke nothing else and after a spectacular dinner prepared by Raina the first of many bottles of wine from their own vineyard was opened and enjoyed.
The girls all seemed quite flirty and open, and Jerome had a hard time concentrating being surrounded by such loveliness. He knew better than to be too forward with any of them as he liked this gig and certainly did not want to screw it up. When Clare casually placed her bare lovely feet in his lap, it was hard for the girls not to notice Jerome's growing arousal and unease. The tent in his chinos said it all, and the blush in his face made him even more adorable to each of them.
When Jerome finally went to bed, definitely feeling the effects of the wine, he stripped off almost instantly once he got into his room and jacked off. He had been quite horned up all day, and these girls were already driving him crazy with lust and he had just gotten there. He smiled as he thought about the lovely days ahead of him and with a satisfied grin on his face, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with all sorts of delightful horizontal fun with each of them.
He awoke to the sound of water running in the shower and after it stopped he peaked out his door down the hall. There padding back to her room, still dripping wet and covered in the briefest of towels was Jeannette. Jerome was careful not to be spotted, but thoroughly enjoyed watching her cute little round ass walk away from him as he imagined those long silky legs wrapped around his ears as he slurped, licked and sucked her to oblivion.
Still naked, Jerome casually stroked himself at this image in his mind and after Jeannette was back in her room, he gingerly wrapped his towel around his waist and headed to the shower for his turn, his erection making wrapping the towel quite difficult. He was still quite hard, and hoped that none of the girls would come out and discover his embarrassing display as he now padded down the hall to the shower.
The coast had been clear and as Jerome entered the bathroom it, like the rest of the house, was stunning and caused him to audibly gasp. Huge vaulted ceilings and green tile covered floor to ceiling and he hung his towel on one of the hooks on the wall as he entered the shower. As the water poured over his body his thoughts turned once again to all of the tantalizing female flesh that surrounded him and got even harder. However else this semester was going to turn out, he knew he was going to at least have lots to look at, and he hoped he could turn it into action soon.
After a hearty French breakfast of fresh cheese, ripe fruit and smoked meats the girls led Jerome out to the vineyard. Even in work clothes, these women were hot as each delicious curve of their body strained against their sweat soaked t-shirts all day, and by lunch Jerome was completelly lost in a haze of lustful thoughts. The girls too were enjoying having Jerome around, as being so isolated they had not had tremendous opportunities for meeting young men. As the sisters discussed amongst themselves, they all agreed that Jerome was not only a hottie, but it was obvious they were driving him mad and this only made them decide to ramp things up.
Walking through the hot June morning, they instructed Jerome to prune the old vines on the lower forty acres, and after much teasing, finally got him to remove his shirt, all commenting on his fine physique as his cut and ripped chest and abs came into view. Jerome's head was spinning as the teasing and flirtations from the sisters was hitting the mark and he was was hooked.
That night, Jerome had to pinch himself again to make sure he was not dreaming. Again, the wine and food had been fantastic, and now he found himself being in the most envious position of being surrounded by these gorgeous girls all to himself as they laughed and joked over the delicious roast chicken and delicious wine.
After dinner, they were all lounging around the large great room, and Clare suggested they play darts to pass the time as nothing was on tv that night. Jerome was quite the dart player back in the states, so he eagerly agreed, thinking to himself that possibly he could turn this little game into something more erotic. He said he would play, but only if it was strip darts and winked, half expected the girls to refuse, but as they had all been flirting with him all day, he figured it was time to flirt back. At worst his suggestion would be considered playful banter and at best? Who knows, this might turn into a night he would remember for the rest of his life. Little did he realize how true that was.
To his great shock and overwhelming delight, the girls instantly agreed, but on one condition. Since he was just one man and they were three women, it would be girls against the guys. They would play 12 games since the girls had 12 items of clothing between them. Jerome grinned as in his mind he already had them naked but he asked the obvious. If they play 12 games, and he only had 3 items of clothing (he was barefoot), what would he lose if he was already naked. He figured this was all just flirty banter anyway, and the girls would probably back out anyway, but, if they were serious, he figured he SHOULD ask.
Their response both alarmed and excited him. Clare took the lead while casually strolling over to him on the couch, she placed her foot right on his face and winked as she explained that if he was still naked, and had to pay up, they would have to work out some kind of arrangement for him to pay off his debts. Unconsciously he lightly kissed her ankle while she ran her fingers through his hair as the atmosphere in the room got much hotter. Whatever arrangement he would be subjected to, Jerome did not care as he was now completely hard and lost in the spell of the girls.
