The French Apartment

The French Apartment - Chapter 6: The Line

Sixth day in Paris, overnight.

I tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep. The covers gently raised and lowered beside me as Claudine sighed, peaceful and asleep.

Thoughts of my new life here kept flooding my head. I replayed the days over and over, getting hornier and more awake as I lay beside Claudine. The more I thought about the last week the more my memories seemed to belong to someone else entirely. I nestled against Claudine's back, hoping that the feel of her warm body would be enough to calm me down. The soft skin of her bare shoulder and back was intoxicating. Soon, my dick began making a tent in my pajamas and pressing against her ass. I knew if I stayed like this, I would wake her up... so I got out of bed, swiped my phone from the nightstand, and headed to the bathroom.

The nightlights of Claudine's bathroom were giving off a dim orange glow, barely a shade above darkness. I closed the door and chuckled as I saw that I had over a dozen texts from 'Fucking Beautiful Vivienne.' At first, she was just dumping whatever random thoughts she had before bed (

FBV: 'Have you been to New Zealand?'

,

'I'm bored with my music, have any suggestions?'

, etc

.

) At 1:00am she brought up my 'promise.' I knew what she meant: my promise that she would be my first time, and we would lose our virginities together. She began brainstorming a list of increasingly ridiculous and humiliating things that I might need to do in order to earn such a favor from her. Her most creative suggestions were getting her face tattooed on my balls and having me hang suspended naked from the Eiffel Tower holding a sign that says: 'I heart Vivienne.'

I read over her last text multiple times:

FBV: I want to go to our roof tomorrow and get some sun. Have you been? Come keep me company, I will wear this.

The text was followed by a picture of her lying back in bed: her body was curved to the side and those gorgeous tits were barely concealed by an expensive looking black bikini. I hadn't been to the roof she mentioned, but I would go just about anywhere with Vivienne if she was going to be wearing that. This picture, I thought, was going to be very helpful in my next task.

I left my pajama pants on the toilet and settled naked into the deep coral-colored bathtub. I sat stroking myself, staring at Vivienne's picture. There was no way I was going to get back to sleep until I finished, and I was struggling to find a good angle when the door pushed open slowly.

Claudine walked up to the edge of the bathtub and looked down at me. She had her blonde-brown hair tied above her head, but loose strands escaped and fell around her face. She had thrown on her cotton robe but hadn't bothered to close it. As she stared down at me, my eyes moved over the opening in her robe, revealing her bare stomach and the inner swell of her breasts. More than any woman I had ever met, Claudine gave the impression of a Greek statue come to life. Even when half-asleep, she still stood tall and straight, and regarded me with an imperious, piercing gaze.

"James, your dick is in your hand," she said, just above a whisper.

I let go of my dick and put down my phone. Thankfully, she hadn't seen, or asked to see, what I was looking at.

"Sorry, I... I didn't want to wake you," I whispered.

"I appreciate that," she said as a slight smirk crept into her mouth. "So, how's it going in there? Getting some relief?"

I chuckled as I realized how ridiculous I looked. "Well this tub is more comfortable than the one in the hall bathroom... but I preferred it better when you were in it."

"Did you?" Claudine beckoned me up.

I scrambled out of the tub, and she reached down and cupped my cock in her hand, feeling its weight. Embarrassment had quickly softened it in the tub, but it grew as her fingers caressed slowly over my shaft. I ran a hand over her shoulder, feeling the soft cotton of her robe, and looked down. Her open robe exposed a vertical sliver of her perfect body, lit by the dim orange glow.

"I thought you were fully spent last night?" she asked softly, raising an eyebrow.

I moaned with pleasure as her fingers gently brushed over my erection while we stood on the cold tile. I ran a hand under her robe, lightly cupping her left breast. God, the soft, bouncy weight of it felt incredible. My cock flexed, growing harder under her fingers.

"By the time you finished reading I kind of... woke up," I said. "But you went right to sleep afterwards, so I tried to sleep too."

The tips of her fingers traced a lazy, meandering path from the base of my cock to the tip, and back.

"That was my first time..." she whispered. I looked up, confused. First time? Claudine smiled a weak, tired smile and looked up to me. "The first time I was ever brought to orgasm by someone wearing a book for a hat."

I smiled back. "Happy to be your first."

She nodded back toward the bedroom. "Get back in bed, James. I need to pee."

I nodded and went to grab my pajamas, but they were on the opposite side of Claudine. She just slapped my ass, pushing me toward the door.

"Go on, horny boy," she murmured.

I retreated naked to the bedroom and waited under the covers. The bathroom door closed behind me and I glanced once more at the picture Vivienne sent me and stroked my cock, achingly hard now, while I waited for Claudine to return.

Claudine liked to keep her bedroom nearly pitch black, and only a hint of starlight escaped the curtains. As the bathroom door opened, I could barely make out the curves of Claudine's figure as she approached the foot of the bed. I heard the sigh of her robe hitting the floor, and then she bent over and pushed down her panties. Her hands went above her head, letting down her hair. Then, she pulled up the sheets and slipped underneath.

Under the covers, I felt Claudine's hands sliding up my bare thighs, sending a jolt through my body. Her soft breasts rested on my thigh as her hands moved slowly over me under the covers. Her warm mouth found my skin: touching, kissing, and teasing lightly. Her hair spread over my stomach and thighs as she moved higher. For a moment, my cock was covered in warmth as she took it in her mouth, slow and deep. I suppressed the urge to groan loudly; I knew with Vivienne in the apartment I would need to stay quiet. Claudine's mouth felt so good that it took a force of will for me to remain silent.

She soon let my dick fall from her mouth and she emerged from the covers, like a panther coming out of the dark jungle. As she crawled towards me, my dick slid against her neck, down between her breasts, and over her stomach. As her soft body pressed on top of mine, she nestled her head in the crook of my neck. I held Claudine tightly as her pussy rested gently over my erection. Her hips began to rock back and forth slowly, covering my cock in warmth. I wrapped my arms around her back as her lips whispered into my ear.

"I'm your host here, James. Let me take care of you."

I kissed her long neck, and she sucked in her breath.

"Careful, James, remember I'm sensitive there."

"Sorry," I whispered.

She wiggled her hips slightly, and I felt the back of my cock nestle against the parted lips of her pussy. I realized that I was possibly, technically, inside her.

"Claudine, are you going to..." I whispered. I was unable to finish the sentence.

"Am I going to fuck you?" she whispered. I felt her lips twist into a grin as they brushed against my neck. She knew about my promise to Vivienne, and I wasn't entirely sure what she thought of it. "It's alright, James, I know you're sensitive about your... first time. I'm very tired, and that is something for you to give, not for me to take."

I wasn't sure if I felt relief or frustration at her comment, but I was relishing the warmth of her naked body, which now felt as if it was fully enveloping me. I was already leaking precum onto her. One of my hands clenched her ass as the other scratched down her back.

"I want you so much," I whispered. "I'll do whatever you want."

I felt her lips smile again, against my neck. "Well... there is something I need from you."

"What?"

The warmth of her mouth covered my ear. "I need you to cum so we can both get some fucking sleep."

She sat up slightly and stared at me, letting it sink in. I wasn't used to seeing her hair so wild, falling over her face and mine. She arched her back and grinded slowly over my hard-on. Every movement seemed to make her a little wetter, and now my cock was sliding smoothly against the wet lips of her pussy.

"Just do whatever you need to do," she whispered.

Whatever I needed to do...

I held her tight and took control, spinning Claudine onto her back. Her head fell back onto the pillow with a sigh as I mounted her. I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cock over her wetness easily. Claudine hugged me, locking her arms around my back and curling her feet behind my ass. I kissed, groped and grabbed, everywhere I could. Claudine's body was an intoxicating mix of toned, fit muscle wrapped in curves and softness. I never got tired of running my hands, my mouth, and my cock over her.

Claudine's whispers were barely audible. "It keeps hitting my clit... it keeps..."

"God, you feel incredible," I whispered into her ear. She squeezed, like a boa constrictor. I could hardly move except to thrust my hips, and I felt my body warm, begging for release.

Claudine's murmurs switched to French, a mixture of moans and half-formed sounds that sounded almost like she was casting a magic spell. Her head lolled backwards into the pillows, leaving her long neck exposed and waiting. I began sucking and kissing the side of her neck as my cock became soaked in her wetness. A part of me demanded to just fuck her, and to forget my promise to Vivienne. I could have slid inside her so easily.

As I hesitated, Claudine's lips went to my ear. "I want to feel you inside me."

Her entire body clenched.

I shuddered and felt my hot cum coating her pussy and stomach. I groaned loudly and my mouth returned to her neck as I felt myself releasing. Her fingers dropped between our bodies and gently cradled my balls, coaxing them to empty onto her. Her body writhed slowly underneath me, letting me cum until I had nothing left.

Her mouth hung open as she panted. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was on the edge herself. I pushed two fingers between her legs and slid them inside her. She moaned softly and arched her hips. I worked quickly, trying to pull her orgasm physically out of her. My other hand found her clit, wet with my cum, and both hands moved quickly to bring her over the edge. It didn't take long before she let out a long sigh and collapsed back onto the bed. I slowed down, massaging her until I knew she was fully finished.

"I'll get a towel," I whispered, and she nodded weakly.

When I returned, she stirred as I brushed the wet towel over her skin.

"James, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to pressure you. I shouldn't have said-"

I put a hand over her lips. "It's alright, I promise. Just go to sleep, and I'll join you this time."

Claudine nodded and I finished cleaning her off. I returned the towel to the bathroom and climbed back in bed. She weakly pulled my arm around her shoulder and turned to the side, nestling me behind her. Soon, her soft sighs indicated she was asleep again. I rested my head against the back of her neck and joined her.

* * *

Seventh day in Paris, morning.

The bedroom was empty. I wasn't so surprised by this; Claudine often got up very early, long before I did. As I brushed my teeth, I stared again at Vivienne's picture and remembered my night with Claudine. I was already halfway hard, and my body was waking up quickly now. I realized I was getting hornier much more often in this apartment than I usually did. The apartment smelled like breakfast, so once I was finished washing up, I stumbled into the kitchen. Francesca was at the stove, apron over her summer dress, shaking her butt to some pop music. I heard Claudine and Vivienne speaking in the far end of the apartment, probably in Vivienne's room. It sounded heated.

I stood next to Francesca and patted her butt. She turned to me and smirked.

"Making pancakes?" I asked.

"American breakfast!" Francesca said with a bright smile. "And bacon!"

"Nice," I said. I stole a piece of bacon and leaned closer. "Sorry if we aren't allowed to do any more training together for a while."

Francesca waved her spatula dismissively. "Claudine just needs to calm down. I just didn't realize she was in... such a

mood

yesterday."

"Hah, what mood is that?" I asked.

Francesca gave me a knowing glance. Her eyes lowered to the tent in my pants, and she swatted at it with her spatula.

"Hey!" I said, backing up just out of her reach.

She looked at me suspiciously as she aimed her spatula at my chest. "If you woke up like that... does that mean you didn't do anything with Claudine last night?"

I turned to look behind me to make sure we were alone.

"Why do you ask?" I said.

Francesca only put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.

"We did... do things," I admitted. "She took care of me, and-"

"She took care of YOU?" Francesca's eyes widened.

"I did my part," I whispered defensively. "A few times, if you must know..."

Francesca leaned closer. "Did you give it to her last night or not, James?"

"It?"

Francesca threw her spatula into the air in a dramatic display of frustration, and it clattered on the counter. She angrily pulled off her apron and threw it on a chair, leaving on just her summery dress, cut low with a cute white fringe over her cleavage. Then her fingers came into my view, forcing me to look at them instead. She made a circle with a thumb and forefinger and her other hand poked into it with one finger, in and out.

I held up my hands. "Alright, no we didn't do that exactly-"

I paused mid-sentence, transfixed. Francesca's hand gesture was not finished. She added a second finger, then a third, and then began shoving a fist into the circle. Her gestures got more and more aggressive.

"Alright, alright, I get the picture-"

Her little finger circle dropped on the counter, and she started banging on it relentlessly, as if she was trying to destroy it. I thought it had to hurt, pounding on her own fingers on the counter like that.

I put two fingers on my forehead and shook my head. "OK at this point I don't even know what you're implying..."

Francesca put more emotion into her finger puppets and had her finger circle drop to the edge of the counter. She panted and moaned, pretending to be exhausted. Then her other hand worked even harder, penetrating and striking it, shoving in and out. At one point she hiked up her dress and shoved her knee into the circle a few times. Finally, Francesca raised her circle up for a finale and shoved a single finger in and out. She held out her hands wide.

"

It!!

"

"That was the dirtiest thing I've seen in my entire life," I said.

Francesca rolled her eyes, and I smelled burning batter.

"Your pancakes are burning," I said.

"Go sit down, I'll make more, silly boy."

Francesca waved a dismissive hand and muttered to herself in Italian as she threw the blackened mess into the trash. I reached for the last piece of bacon, but she swiped it first and put it whole into her mouth, denying me. As she turned back to her pancakes, I slapped her ass in response and quickly retreated to the dining room just before the wild swings of her spatula could make contact with me. There was a fresh basket of pastries ready- I assumed bought by Francesca this morning- and I took a chocolate croissant from the basket on my way to the dining room.

After a few minutes, Vivienne entered the kitchen with her laptop. She wore a loose black T-shirt as she always did, which did little to hide those pretty round bulges underneath. Her short pajama shorts showed off her bare legs and her shoulder-length hair was unkempt black chaos. I took a bite of my croissant as my eyes devoured Vivienne.

"Bonjour Vivienne! How are you?" Francesca said with the excitement of a morning person. I winced a little at the volume, even from a room away.

Vivienne responded with a noncommittal grunt and grabbed a croissant herself. The croissant was light, airy, and incredible. I could have been happy eating these every breakfast for the rest of my life.

"Bonjour," I said to Vivienne as a mouthful of chocolate croissant crumbs immediately covered my chest.

Vivienne turned to me and Francesca. "Did I hear banging?"

"No," Francesca said, and shot me a sideways glance. "There was NO banging."

Vivienne shrugged and sat down next to me. She brushed crumbs off my chest. "You're making a mess."

"But they're so good!" I tried to say, but due to my mouth being full of croissant I think it probably came out closer to 'uh ehre o ood!'

She gave me her trademark smirk, put her croissant in her mouth, and opened her laptop. We ate for a few minutes while Francesca made the new batch of pancakes. Under the table, Vivienne's hand absent-mindedly caressed my thigh. It was a touch more friendly than flirty, but the feel of her fingers nevertheless made my body respond. Eventually, her pinky finger brushed against the tip of my dick poking under my pajamas. Her hand stopped and her eyes darted to Francesca, then to me.

"Well good morning to you too," Vivienne murmured. I used a large bite of my croissant to stifle a groan as her fingers caressed the outline of my erection, tracing its length slowly under the table.

"Morning," I said hoarsely, trying to sound casual. "I liked your picture, by the way."

"If you send that picture to anyone I will murder you."

"I won't. Promise."

"Good," she nodded. "In France it is legal for French people to murder foreigners who do such things."

"There's no way that's true," I said.

She only smiled, and removed her hand from my lap, to my disappointment. She held her croissant between her teeth again and typed into her computer. I struggled to take another bite without covering myself in crumbs, but I was unsuccessful and had to get a napkin.

"I was considering your tattoo suggestion," I murmured as I returned to the table and brushed myself off. "But I've decided that it's not very practical, unfortunately."

Vivienne shrugged. "It's okay, I thought the Eiffel Tower idea was better anyway. It will be very romantic when the police arrest you."

"But then they'll probably deport me, and I can't fulfill my promise," I said.

"Hrm," Vivienne opened an assignment on her computer as she thought. "Well I haven't been to America yet, anyway."

"Pancakes are ready!" Francesca said triumphantly, bringing a large stack in from the kitchen.

"Since when do you cook pancakes?" Vivienne asked Francesca.

"It is American breakfast for James," Francesca said. "I think Americans eat pancakes all the time, no?"

I shrugged. "They're alright, I guess. Do you have maple syrup?"

"What syrup?" Francesca asked, confused. I did my best to explain what maple syrup was. She shrugged and shook her head, then placed the tower of fluff in front of me. I took the large plate hesitantly.

"There are like a dozen pancakes on here, I usually eat three or four, maybe..." I murmured, wondering if they sold maple syrup at groceries here.

Vivienne took a bite of pancake, and spit it out onto the table. "Ugh, it's like eating a shirt," she scoffed.

"Well, more for James, then!" Francesca said with a huff, as if she were giving me good news.

"Thanks," I said as I stared at the pancake tower in front of me. I wondered how much I had to eat so Francesca wouldn't be mad at me.