Christy spent her college years living it up. Tall, fit, and blessed with beautiful perky 34C's, she'd grown used to being checked out by men--and she liked the attention, most of the time.
By the spring before the junior year of college, she was looking for something more exciting, so she jumped at an exchange slot at École Polytechnique outside Paris.
From the moment she started filling out the paperwork, she felt free. This would be a new experience for her; a chance to study French, grow and meet European men. This would be unlike anything she has ever done before and would not involve her friends or family.
When the plane landed and she cleared customs, a shuttle bus took her and seven other Americans through the suburbs and farm fields toward the campus. Christy mostly stared out the window, while ignoring the conversations taking place all around her.
Her dorm key came with a tiny map and a roommate: Maria Del Toro from UT Austin. Maria was taller, darker, and a hot Latina for sure! Maria had jet black hair, high heeled boots, and a pink bra that didn't stay covered long while she unpacked. Like many of Maria's clothes, the Bra was too small to support her big boobs.
"Hope you don't mind," Maria said, peeling off her shirt like they'd known each other forever.
Christy pretended to organize socks while sneaking peeks. Confidence like that was new to her.
That night the dining hall looked more like a French restaurant than cafeteria--high ceilings, real China, and yes, wine; red and white. Christy loaded up on chicken in orange sauce; Maria went straight for steak and mushrooms, and potatoes.
"Plastic plates at UT," Maria laughed, clinking her glass.
They conversed about the basics--majors, music, family, and exes. Christy stuck to "dancing and the beach" and left out coke, joints and casual flings. After dinner, they walked around the quad as Christy smoked Marlboros and Maria abstained.
Next afternoon they grabbed croissants, only to be joined by two tall Brits--Paul and John. They were both tall and handsome. Paul had a blue wool P-coat and black trousers. John was wearing a "Yellow Submarine" movie jacket and blue cords.
John volunteered "My Mum was an art director on the "Yellow Submarine" movie-they gave her the bloody jacket. It ended up being too big for her, so she gave it to me! My lucky day for sure."
After a short visit with their new friends John and Paul, they headed back to the dorm.
"So, any boyfriend back home?" Maria asked, stripping for the shower again.
"I had a boyfriend but broke up with him before I left so, I am single," Christy shrugged. "You?"
"I date like I shop for shoes--try 'till it fits." Maria winked.
Maria and Christy smiled.
Christy thought, "Shoe shopping. Men shopping. Shoes don't hit on you though."
Maria took off her top as she got ready for a shower. Christy watched her take off her bra. It fell to the ground and she saw Maria's near perfect breasts with brown areola's. Maria turned around and removed her pants revealing that she was wearing a blue thong and that she had a nice ass. It wasn't too big and Christy concluded that Maria worked out. It raised the bar for Christy as she realized that she need to do more than sunbathing and sex if she wanted to improve her already hot body, and she did.
"Christy, Shower time?"
Christy's head spun. Was that an invitation or just Texas charm? Maria caught on that Christy was confused by the offer.
Christy added, "There are, like, four shower stalls, girl."
Christy figured out that Maria was just being friendly and not flirty.
They laughed, toweled up, and discovered Maria's hair dryer was useless in French outlets. Christy made up a ridiculous lie about how the US patented "normal plugs," and they spent the rest of the time before dinner laying on their beds, gossiping. Christy shared her hairdryer with the European plug with Maria.
Christy told stories about guys hitting on her and how she deflected their advances. About how she was a virgin throughout high school. She now felt comfortable enough to tell Maria some of the times in college when she drank too much and let her guard down. At least, not yet.
The girls agreed that men were predators; making advances sometimes at the most inappropriate places like at Church or at work. Maria said that her doctor once complimented her breasts during a mammary exam. Maria said although she had mixed feelings, her boyfriend did not appreciate it. Christy knew that she would have slapped the doctor across the face. This exemplified how Maria and Christy were not cut from the same cloth.
Maria also shared stories how she juggled multiple boyfriends in high school, losing her virginity at 17, and even coopted to having a college three way with her roommate and boyfriend after a long night of "quarters," a drinking game.
Maria recalled, "My boyfriend Bill often slept over so my roommate was used to him being around. Bill was your typical Texan with broad shoulders, sandy blond hair, very little chest hair, and strong arms. He always wore jeans; boots and a belt buckle the size of a pack of playing cards."
Christ listened intently.
Maria continued, "After like my 20th shot of beer, or maybe my 40th, I noticed my roommate was paying a lot, maybe too much, attention to Bill. Laughing at everything he said, touching his arm and almost deliberately moving closer to him."
"Tina, that's my roommate's name, was the cheerleader type; long legs, skinny and had small tits. She had long blond hair and dated all the time different men, usually guys that played sports or rode horses.
She sat in his lap, maybe to see how I would react. I laughed. She even gave him a fast kiss on the lips and looked over at me. Bill also looked over at me and I smiled. I think they both took this as my giving them my approval to fool around."
"Where you jealous Christy?"
"For a hair of a second but then my jealousy became curiosity. How far will they go? I mean how far would I let them go?"
Christy could not help but get aroused by this erotic story. By the way Marias was telling it, Christy new it was true. Christy just waited for Maria to keep talking.
"Anyway, Bill had his hands on her waist first, and then his head was resting on her shoulder. I felt left out to pasture. I noticed Bill's hands had found her stomach and I was like 'what is he going to do next?'"
Christy heart was beating faster. This was like a romantic novel being read by one of the main characters. She felt turned on but also a bit embarrassed as these were very intimate details; details that if this happened to her, she would never share with anyone unless she had been drinking.
But as fate would have it, it was time to leave for dinner and even Maria wouldn't dare continue the story in public. The story would have to wait until another time.
Christy couldn't help but think, "Did they do it? Or did Maria just watch Bill and Tina. Was that the end of Bill?"
It was like an afternoon soap opera. The same plot over and over with different endings.
The girls left for dinner.
At dinner three French guys showed up--Jean, Louis, and Henri. They introduced themselves and Maria decided that she would just think of them as the three Frenchmen and not bother learning their names.
The three Frenchmen were dressed in European style pants and American sneakers.
"Did the dress together?" thought Christy.
Henri stood out because he was wearing an brown ascot and Persol sunglasses. He was also taller and had a warm glow to him.
"He was like a French prince charming," Christy thought.
Jean and Louis made their moves on Maria; Henri politely turned his attention on Christy. He kissed her hand, pulled out her chair, and asked about her classes in English.
By dessert the boys had scored a Saturday "group date" to a club on Rue du Faubourg.
