Junior Year Abroad—Part 1
This is part of the
Survivor Revival Challenge
, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments.
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Jim and Marybeth spend junior year abroad in Paris, and sparks fly
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Jim had been looking forward to spending his junior year abroad in France since approximately the ninth grade. He had collected postage stamps as a youth, and in his opinion the best stamps (from an aesthetic standpoint) were from The Soviet Union, Japan, and France. He became a big fan of all three countries.
The Soviet Union however had been communist, and once it became just Russia, the beauty of its stamps declined. The Japanese language seemed to be far outside his abilities (Japanese has characters, like Chinese, and then two other alphabets on top of that!), so he focused on the French. Once he had discovered French food, he was sold! Nothing attracts better than delicious food if you're an adolescent boy.
Jim studied French with a zeal rarely found among high school students, and when he entered college he already knew he would be a French major. To please his father, however, he began in the pre-med program. "If I'm going to pay for your college education, Jim, then you're going to study something useful. Become a doctor and help people, why don't you?" his father had said. What Jim's father said was the law in his family, and you do not break the law. You just don't.
It was hard to arrange being pre-med and taking junior year abroad in France, especially because organic chemistry nearly killed him. Nevertheless, Jim did it. For an oversexed 20-year-old guy (or is that redundant?), to be on such a program, was a gift from heaven, because there were three boys and fifteen girls. Of course, all the girls wanted a fling with a romantic, handsome, French man, and the guys wanted nothing more than to lay a drop dead gorgeous French woman, but neither task was as easy as getting it on with a fellow American junior year abroad student.
Jim was housed with a host family, and that family had a son a year younger than him. The daughter had already left home, choosing to live with her loser boyfriend, and Jim got her room. The son was also a jerk, and Jim's dream of becoming friends with the son so that he would meet some French girls happy to go to bed with him, just didn't materialize.
Instead, Jim found Marybeth, another junior year abroad student. She was a sweetheart, and the romance of being in Paris made it easy for the two of them to develop affection for each other. Marybeth was a bit of an innocent, having only had sex with one other boy, and only a few times at that. She never told Jim who the boy was, and never wanted to discuss her sex life prior to meeting Jim. Jim didn't care, he was infatuated with Marybeth.
Marybeth looked exactly like Jim's dream woman. She had a pretty face, healthy hair, almond shaped eyes, and a mouth you could never get enough of. She also had all the equipment a man would want in a woman: Nicely sized boobs, just the right size for Jim's hands to envelop, child-bearing hips, a tiny waist, a flat tummy, skinny legs (she was 66 inches tall), and a pussy that got wet at the drop of a zipper.
