Nicole is the daughter of Matt's boss and was his lodger during her final term at university, during which time they discovered shared erotic interests... Now she's back, starting her first job and staying with Matt again until able to find her own place. For context, you may wish to read the initial story, 'Nicole', first.
During the first few days of her autumnal return, it's almost as if they're flat sharing for the first time. Matt and Nicole's day-to-day interactions while polite and friendly never achieving the same level of intimacy the two enjoyed before she left to go on holiday at the start of the summer.
Confusing, contradictory, occasionally infuriating, and smarter than she lets on, Nicole is a young French woman not to be underestimated. Who lives in the moment, is unafraid to show emotion, apt to change her mind and occasionally sulky. Possessed of a high libido, passionate and when the mood takes her, abandoned. Matt wouldn't have it any other way.
He's English so none of the above attributes are likely to figure in a description of his personality, except, perhaps, the high sex drive. Understatedly masculine, calm and assured he's the perfect foil to Nicole's mercurial flights of fancy.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Matt enquires about his recently returned flatmate.
"Sharing with you again? Definitely. I know my father can be very persuasive, but in truth, the idea was mine, better the devil you know after all. And the rent you charge is way lower than most of my friends pay to live in town. I'm very grateful."
"How grateful?"
"All may be revealed in the fullness of time." Ever the tease.
"I look forward to finding out," replies Matt. "Meanwhile, regarding tidiness and chores, you appear to be a reformed character."
This was not her strong suit in the past. Action had to be taken...
"Not too reformed I hope," responds Nicole archly and Matt is pondering the significance of this remark when out of the blue she adds. "What if I want to bring someone home?" The implication is obvious.
"Fine, give me some warning, if possible, I'll make myself scarce and do likewise should I get lucky," replies Matt airily, before the truth dawns on him that it really isn't fine at all.
"Thank you," says Nicole with a bright smile, although her thoughts are moving in a similar direction. Was that the answer she wanted? Both lapse into reflective silence.
"Any holiday romances over the summer?" Matt enquires, keen to fill the awkward gap in their conversation.
"A couple of hooks ups but oh, these young men, so self-obsessed," Nicole scowls at the recall. "How about you?"
"Much the same. Two wholly unsatisfactory dates, no spark at all." Because they weren't with you, the truth suddenly springs unbidden into Matt's mind. Thankfully he avoids voicing the thought.
"What were you hoping for?" Nicole presses her enquiry.
"Dunno, just not what they had to offer," Matt mumbles, sounding evasive even to himself. Beam me up, Scotty.
Nicole considers his answer, says nothing and smiles inwardly.
"I see, and did you miss this while I was away?" She turns on the spot, flips up the back of her short skirt and presents him with her peach-perfect bum.
Oh, wow, like her delightful derriere hasn't constantly featured in Matt's erotic imaginings all summer. Even concealed beneath opaque tights and electric blue knickers this quick flash is enough to make his cock stiffen.
"Behave," he growls with mock seriousness.
"Or what?" Nicole lowers her eyes, and pouts coquettishly, happy to discover Matt's dominant side didn't depart while she was on holiday.
"Get off to work with you," chides Matt, and with a reproachful (or is that his imagination?) glance she does.
The rest of the week passes uneventfully with neither feeling confident enough to continue the conversation. Coincidentally both are out socialising over the following evenings. Nicole meets a female friend and goes to the movies. Matt heads to the gym and then endures yet another underwhelming date. Right, that's it, he decides and with a sigh of relief deletes the matchmaking app. Next thing they know it's the weekend...
"Any plans for today?" Nicole enquires on Saturday morning, a characteristic facade of Gallic insouciance concealing the hope they might somehow pursue their previous sexual dalliance. The thought alone is enough to dampen her pussy. Face it girl, thinks Nicole, you're horny; if Matt doesn't take the lead, you'll just have to take the initiative. If there's one thing Nicole learned over the summer, it was to listen to her inner voice and act accordingly.
"How about a trip to that Impressionist exhibition at the Tate? Always good to share a cultural experience, you could translate for me," suggests Matt.
"The explanations will be in English, silly." A thrill of excitement courses through Nicole, play it cool she chides herself. "Okay, sounds good, give me 15 minutes to prepare." Which predictably takes the better part of half an hour, although his impatience immediately evaporates when she reappears.
"Voila." That trademark twirl.
"Wow!"
Nicole accepts the compliment gracefully, knows the short dress, accessorised with her usual elan, flatters her toned figure. An outfit both sexy and elegant, very feminine and very French.
Entertained by a leisurely promenade around the art gallery they exit through the gift shop and adjourn for coffee. All afternoon Nicole has charmed and beguiled a succession of ushers and shop assistants and as they order coffee and cake she openly flirts with the young waiter. Matt is visibly unimpressed.
"Sorry, am I embarrassing you?" Nicole is innocence personified.
"Pushing your luck," answers Matt.
"Oh dear, and I'll bet my father specifically instructed you not to let me get away with anything." She moves her chair to sit closer to Matt, fragrant body nestling against his muscular frame. "Do you have a penalty in mind if I misbehave?"
"Of course, an Englishman is always prepared."
"Unfortunately, I've not put a foot wrong in the flat so you've no excuse, how frustrating for you."
"Yet in public it seems you're quite the brat."
'"What are you going to do about it?" An unambiguous challenge.
"You'll find out when we get home."
"How very intriguing," Nicole leans in, places a manicured hand on the back of Matt's head and kisses him languorously on the lips.
Back at Matt's flat, they embrace fervently until he gently pushes her away. Nicole views him warily, aroused and apprehensive in equal measure. Matt has spanked her twice previously, with radically different results; the first kindled a spark, the second started a fire. This third time seems set to cause a conflagration.
"You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
"You're going to punish me," replies Nicole softly.
"What went through your mind after the last time?"
