This a story of a gorgeous sexy but inexperienced young English teen girl encountering the many temptations of life in Paris. There are references to her new smoking habit and the darker side, so she apologizes if this isn't for you...
The story so far...
(better if you start at Pt 1!)
Marie was a young student from Exeter, England, about to start her degree course at the Sorbonne University in Paris. A county (state) level tennis player at home she visited the university's tennis club. There were unexpected consequences.
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Still a virgin at eighteen and in the first week of university life, she encountered a whole new world. In just a week she lost her virginity to Jerome, made love to Chantal and that was just the start...
Chantal, the secretary of the University Tennis Club had invited Marie for a trial match which Marie won easily. They ended up in the club bar and over the next couple of hours they drank far too much wine for Marie, and in an alcoholic haze she invited Chantal back to her apartment.
Back in the apartment Marie opened another bottle of wine, filled the glasses and they both collapsed onto her very comfortable sofa. She felt Chantal's firm warm thigh against hers and it felt good, very good. She was getting inexplicably aroused.
They drank more, and a confused Marie could feel herself becoming increasingly turned on by the warmth and closeness of Chantal's body. By the end of the evening the very inexperienced Marie had drunk far too much, smoked her first cigarettes, and the gorgeous Chantal had become her first ever female lover.
Chantal leads Marie further into new and dangerous experiences....
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Back in her apartment Marie prepared for the afternoon lecture.
A text appeared on her phone.
"Dinner tonight with my father?"
"OMG -- what do I wear?"
"Dress x"
"Collect you 7.30."
"OK"
She chose her favourite body hugging blue dress. It was cut low enough to just show the top of her full young breasts, well supported by her blue Victoria's Secret bra. Her dress was just short enough to reach half way down her beautifully curved thighs. She carefully pulled some smooth 15 denier light grey tights up her legs, over her matching sexy blue thong.
As always, she applied just a little makeup. Combined with her long brown hair, brown eyes and almost Mediterranean colouring the result was stunning.
Putting on her gold watch, an eighteenth birthday present from her grandmother, and her gold bracelet, she checked herself in the mirror. She felt good. Starting to feel nervous she lit a cigarette.
At 7.30 a large black Mercedes pulled up outside her apartment. The chauffeur politely greeted Marie and opens the rear door for her. Chantal was in the back, separated from the driver by a darkened glass privacy screen.
"My father has been delayed so he'll meet us at there. It's one of his restaurants."
"How many restaurants has he got?"
"Four and two bars in Paris and he's just opened an amazing restaurant in Monaco."
"Does he know about ...us? Will he be ok?"
"Yes, I've told him. He's fine - he'll love you."
She squeezed Marie's hand tightly, "and you look really nice."
She kissed her gently on the lips.
Marie was feeling more confident and relaxed.
"Mmmm, you too."
The restaurant was a 30 minute drive away. They settled into the soft leather seat. Looking out of the window at the sights of Paris. Marie thought about how her life had changed over the past week.
Suddenly she felt Chantal's hand on her thigh, under her dress, stroking her smooth tights. This felt very good; as Chantal's hand moved up the inside of her leg, once again Marie felt her whole body filling with excitement, a need to be loved and satisfied. As Chantal's hand reached Marie's pussy, then massaged her clit through her gossamer thin tights she felt the tension gradually building. Moving the tights down Chantal gently ran her finger over her lover's moist clit.
"Mmmm, that's nice..."
She continued massaging, slightly faster; she knew Marie was about to cum.
Marie gasped as she came to a small but very satisfying climax.
Relaxed and very happy she closed her eyes. She felt their lips meet.
As her eyes opened, Chantal kissed her again, "Are you mine, all mine?"
"Yes, yours," she paused, "yours to make love to ..."
"And corrupt... is that what you want?"
"Yes, corrupt."
The Mercedes pulled up at "Le CafΓ© Parisienne". Hand in hand they entered the restaurant. It was a comfortable, friendly, traditional Parisienne restaurant, where locals eat, enjoying knowledgable service, good food and wine.
Chantal waved to her father who was sitting at a table in a quiet corner. Smiling he stood up and politely, French style, kissed both girls on their cheeks.
"Papa, this is my friend Marie.
He looked approvingly.
"Marie, meet my father Laurent."
He took both of Marie's hands in his, "I'm so happy to meet you, Marie. Chantal has told me about you ...and please call me Laurent!".
They sat together opposite him.
A powerfully built man in his early sixties in a well cut business suit he had a natural air of authority but even so he very quickly put Marie at ease. Proud of his restaurant he ordered the meal for them that included his restaurant's signature dish, coq au vin, chicken cooked in Burgundy red wine, mushrooms and garlic.
He talked about his new high-end restaurant in Monaco. It had become the latest "in place" for the locals and the many wealthy visitors. As the evening progressed, he was warming to Marie and she relaxed with him. Such a beautiful uncomplicated young English girl and she was making his daughter so happy. He could see the chemistry between them. He approved.
"Marie, please come to Monaco for a long weekend. Chantal can show you round and you can meet some of our special friends."
"I'd love to Laurent."
Chantal squeezed her hand under the table.
"Before you go, I've got some business to discuss with Chantal. Please excuse us while we go to my office for a few minutes."
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The same Mercedes took the girls back to their apartments.
Marie had a tutorial the following afternoon, so she went straight to bed so that she would have time to prepare the following morning.
She woke up at 7.00am feeling uneasy. In a just over week her lifestyle had changed in a way that she would never have imagined. She lit a cigarette made a double expresso. Her mind was starting to clear. She loved being with Chantal far more than being with her first ever lover, Jerome (CH 1).
She realised she was probably bi or even lesbian...but it didn't matter. Having been completely uninterested in sex until a week ago, she was now enjoying an incredibly intense relationship with Chantal. It was also an exciting relationship. The sex was totally amazing; she really loved the feel and intimacy of their naked bodies tightly together in a warm bed, but she knew this was only the start...and she wanted to find out more.
She turned on her laptop. Slightly guiltily she Googled "Porn" then "Lesbians". This was her first time on a porn site. She was curious. There were lesbians making love, kissing, masturbating, licking clits. Then something really interested her - an attractive young girl, naked, tied by her arms and legs, face down onto a bed.
She started the video. Another older girl appeared, dressed in black leather, a small cane in her black gloved hand. She ran it up the inside of the young girl's legs in between her thighs, up to her slit, rubbing it between her legs, teasing her clit.
Marie was transfixed by this. She was surprised at her reaction -- she was getting very aroused. Between her legs was getting very moist, her heart was accelerating and tension was building in her body...
The girl was breathing quickly and whimpering. Then the older girl pulled away, raised the cane and bought it down hard with a crack on her sexy curvy butt. The girl screamed. The cane came down again. This time she howled like a wounded animal.
Marie came hard. She was soaked.
She sat back in the chair, shaking. For a reason she couldn't understand, she was excited by the young girl and what she had experienced. This was something she had to try. This was different. It was a whole new world and she wanted to be part of it.
Would Chantal, her corruptor, take her there?
She was slightly concerned about her growing need for cigarettes, although she was sure she could stop at any time. Chantal had introduced her to marijuana and the joys of lovemaking when they were stoned. She would ask Chantal where she got her supply. She took the empty glass pipe out of her bag and put it between her lips and sucked. A bitter flavour filled her mouth. How good it would be if she had some now.
"Good morning x" A text from Chantal, "Coming over tonight?"
"You want me to? ο"
"Just cum, ο ο stay tonight".
The afternoon tutorial went well. Lucia, who had graduated at the Sorbonne and returned to lecture was dark haired, Italian, curvy, mid thirties with an easy manner and a good sense of humour. At this early stage the course was not very demanding, so the work Marie had done during the morning was more than enough.
Walking back to her apartment she fantasised about the evening and night ahead and where Chantal might lead her. Once inside she undressed and showered ready for her lover. She carefully trimmed around her clit and put on her blue silky panties and a matching blue bra. She was starting to get aroused.
She put on a short tight skirt, trainers and a low cut tee shirt showing off her full breasts. She was about to leave for Chantal's apartment when her iPhone alerted her to a new email.
"This is Danielle from tennis club. Can we meet for a coffee? Xxx"
Marie was confused. From when she first saw Danielle in the club changing room she was very turned by this dark, sensual, powerfully built Caribbean girl, but what about her lover Chantal?
Surely a coffee was harmless enough? She would reply later.
As she walked to Chantal's apartment she kept thinking about Danielle. With her smooth dark skin, her muscular but perfectly shaped body she was almost a younger version of Venus Williams. Yet she showed vulnerability when became upset about the breakup of her relationship with her young French girlfriend. This was getting very tempting. Marie was still thinking about her as she arrived at Chantal's apartment.
Once inside Chantal hugged her tightly.
"I've been wanting your horny sexy body all day."
Marie kissed her gently on her lips.
They held each other tight their tongues deep in each other's mouth. Chantal moved her left leg under Marie's short skirt to between her thighs, slowly massaging her already moist clit.
"Omg what are you doing to me?"
"Leading you into bad ways." She paused, "Corrupting a beautiful, innocent, young English girl. Perhaps I should stop?"
Marie could feel a climax starting to build. Chantal paused.
