With thanks to Le Beau Marquis for editing and several others for help with the French.
*****
Li loved living in Paris. She found summer there was très magnifique. She could wander the streets and explore small shops. She was able to spend whole hours just sitting at a café watching people stroll by, lost in their own experiences of the City of Light.
Best of all, summer was summer dress season. Li loved wearing summer dresses. Short, flowing dresses with low necklines in bright colors. With a pair of sandals and her hair in a ponytail, she caught the eye of romantics as she meandered through the beautiful city.
Stopping in at a pâtisserie, she would thrill at giving the clerk a peek down the loose bodice of her dress to see her small but well-shaped breasts as she made her selections. Summer was when small-breasted women got to have fun. Large breasted women would complain about constricting bras and boob-sweat while girls like Li went braless and free, feeling cool breezes caressing them like the gentlest of lovers.
For Li, wearing a summer dress also meant going without panties. She loved the naughty sensation of having the breeze play with the hem of her dress and tease her pussy and ass. Having a stray gust lift her dress and reveal her nudity was an additional thrill she looked forward to whenever she ventured out.
Sitting at a cafe, sipping wine and nibbling a tasty treat, while an occasional passer-by got a glimpse up or down her dress was what summer was all about for Li and she thanked her lucky stars for the opportunity to attend university in the world's most romantic city.
Still, Li looked forward to the beginning of the new school year. Her classes brought her into contact with a wide variety of other young people with diverse backgrounds. Not to mention a variety of professors.
*****
Lying in bed, Li's pussy throbbed at the thought of meeting her new professors. She knew they would maintain an austere façade during class, but would show their true natures in private. Handsome men and elegant ladies who would indulge in their favorite perversions after the class had departed or when they invited her to their homes.
Since arriving in Paris from her native China, Li had spent much of her time on her knees -- sucking cocks, eating pussies, being fucked, or even all three at once. She had loved every minute of it and now she stroked her pussy while thinking back on some of her favorite experiences.
One such experience which she remembered with particular fondness as she played with her highly-aroused sex was the time she was sucking a professor's cock after class when his teaching assistant walked in on them. The flustered girl began to apologize, but the professor commanded her to sit on his desk so Li could eat her pussy. The assistant began to object, but he insisted, so she hesitantly sat on the edge of the desk. Li lifted the girl's skirt, pulled her panties aside, and dutifully began to eat the surprised girl's hairy cunt. Not surprisingly, Li then felt her own skirt being lifted, followed by the familiar pleasure of her pussy becoming stuffed full of cock.
Li continued to bring herself nearer orgasm as she recalled inviting the professor's assistant back to her apartment to get better acquainted and help her to embrace her sexual side; to discover who she could become if she freed herself from old-fashioned morality. Watching Li trimming her abundant pussy hair seemed a turning point in the girl's sexual awakening. The straight and narrow path she had been on would no longer satisfy her.
Li brought herself to a glorious orgasm as she remembered the ecstasy of those first hesitant licks of her new lover's tongue upon her clit -- the first time the girl had ever eaten pussy. Li loved indulging in her submissive side -- particularly with older, more experienced, and abundantly virile men -- but that evening had awoken a part of her psyche that desired seducing women into submitting to her. Isabelle, the buxom blonde from Lucerne, was just the first of several girls Li had enticed into her bed.
Li drifted off to sleep thinking thoughts of finding other such women, starting tomorrow morning, the first day of class.
*****
Li woke and prepared for school. In the past, the first day of school had been an exercise in nervous unease, but today she looked forward to discovering what delights the day held for her.
Dressed in a pale blue blouse and a short denim skirt, she braided her long black hair before applying deep red lipstick. White stockings and shiny black ballet flats completed the look she desired. Was she a school girl? Was she a call girl? She straddled the line between chaste and slutty to perfection.
Chances are there was an unsuspecting professor out there about to be hit by Hurricane Li.
Li headed confidently toward the campus.
*****
Jenna wasn't just new to teaching at the university; she was new to France. And to teaching. And, well, 'ingénue' pretty much summed her up. Armed with a fresh university degree and two years of high school French, she had applied for a junior professorship to escape her unfulfilling life in middle America. She was elated to receive an acceptance for a one-year contract to teach English. Goodbye wheat fields; bonjour Champs-Élysées.
The last few weeks since arriving in Paris had been a hectic blur of settling into a new home, getting acquainted with ordinary life in a foreign country, and orientations on the campus. But she had loved the change, the positive step she was making in her life. She had looked forward to the first day of class with some trepidation, yet she felt up to the challenge.
With some kind assistance from the wife of one of her colleagues in the language department, she had selected an outfit for the occasion. Paris fashions had never been seen in her small town, but she delighted in putting on a matching bra and panty set in ivory silk and lace. She looked herself over in the mirror. The demi cups of the bra showcased her D-sized breasts while the smooth silk of the panties shaped and caressed her pussy and ass. She was reminded of the unexpected soft caresses that Joséphine, her colleague's wife, had lavished on her pussy and ass as she had smoothed the material in the lingerie shop dressing room. Jenna had thrilled at the intimate contact at the time -- though it had seemed innocent enough, and surely French women were known to be more free-thinking -- but today, remembering the experience, Jenna realized that the caresses may have been more than just that. The older woman's suggestion of grooming her pubic hair as de rigueur now seemed to have deeper meaning for her as well. Jenna's pussy tingled at the erotic thoughts that had blossomed in her imagination.
Along with stockings and garter belt to match the bra and panties, a black leather skirt, and a silk blouse in pastel turquoise, she put on a pair of low black heels.
Jenna headed confidently toward the campus.
*****
"Mademoiselle Na, please remain after class, s'il-vous-plaît," the professor's voice rang out commandingly.
Li's heart skipped a beat as she heard her name being called. The first day of class and he was already requesting her services? It wasn't as if he'd missed her over the summer; she had spent a Saturday night with him and his wife just a couple of weeks previously. She replaced her things in her backpack and approached the professor's desk as the last of her classmates filed out the door.
"Oui, professeur, is there a problem?" she asked coquettishly, already kneeling before him and beginning to open his fly.
Li loved this professor's cock. It was the largest she'd had yet and it challenged her abilities like no other. Its girth had become familiar to her over the last few months so she was able to accommodate it with little discomfort. The pressure of his hand on the back of her head had come to feel almost fatherly to her and she welcomed it as an expression of his affection for her.
