Her Journey Took Her To Europe

I Arrived at My Fork in the Road

'Keep trying. Stay humble, Trust your instincts. Most importantly, act. When you come to a fork in the road, take it.' - Yogi Berra is a famous American Sportsman philosopher known for his witticism.

Here's another 'Yogi-ism'- Life is a learning experience, only if you learn.

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Her Journey took her to Europe!

Parker Barlow's journey to find her person will be told in three parts through her eyes. The plan is to publish the stories within the 'Friends With Benefits' series in three categories, which are new to me: Lesbian Sex, Erotic Couplings, and Romance.

Parker is a lifelong friend with benefits. She is my younger sister Amanda's best friend. Although she might be the best match for Jameson, Parker and Jameson's timing never aligned well.

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended. The story will be told in first person from Parker's viewpoint. Please bear with us as Parker sets the stage.

I am My Own Woman

My grandfather was a baseball fan. His favorite team was the New York Yankees. He was a typical granddad, constantly reciting corny 'dad' jokes. We spent a lot of time together boating and fishing on the Chesapeake Bay. That's how I learned about Yogi Berra. His quotes are funny and borderline silly, but you get it when you think about what Yogi is really saying.

I had arrived at that fork in the road that Yogi talks about.

The week at the

Madison Compound,

I spent alone with Jameson and his alter ego Jennifer Nicole was my day, rather my week of reckoning about my immediate future. I thought Jameson was my future. I met Jameson Madison when I was a teenager. He's the older brother of my best friend Amanda, my

Bestie

, if you may. I had a crush on Jameson from the moment I met him. He wasn't like other teenage boys- he was very different, and I loved the difference.

My teenage crush turned to lust. At that moment, my ideal life would have been to graduate from college, marry Jameson, have two or three kids, and grow old together. However, that was not to be. We could never fit all the moving parts together, and the timing of our journey always seemed off. That's okay! I fully embrace my path. I can't say I have no regrets. I am living my life according to my own choices.

At Twenty-Two, Was I Ready?

Yogi's words kept ringing in my head, '

Trust your instincts. Most importantly, act.'

I possessed the ability to act and choose my path, but at 22, I wasn't sure what direction that path would lead me. I did not doubt my abilities. I know I am a woman of considerable skills, so I immersed myself in my studies and put my love life on hold. Sure, I had a few liaisons with both men and women. Everyone needs a

'Mr. or Ms. Right at the Moment.'

Amanda, Cash, and others kept trying to hook me up. Many men and women have shown interest in me. I am no slouch in the looks department. I am a tall brunette with gorgeous legs, and my booty is perky, round, and tight. My breasts are ample but not too big, and I have no problem showing them off. I've been told that my smile alone captures attention. It might be one of my best assets. I'm athletic, too. I played lacrosse in high school and my first two years of college.

I am the total package: intelligent, educated, beautiful inside and out, very kinky, sexy, loving, adorable, and ready to make someone my person. Jameson once described me as nearly the perfect partner. But there was always that, 'But', and I can't overthink the proverbial 'But.'' I was open to a long-term relationship, but I didn't seem to be able to hurdle that three-date wall.

So, Law School became my priority. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from the Georgetown School of Law. Upon graduation, I took the summer off and visited friends across the nation. I purposely avoided California. I wasn't ready for that serious talk with Jameson. Through Amanda and Cash, I kept up on his whereabouts. I saw them often. I know he has also asked about me. Hey, I asked about him. Jameson and I stayed in touch, but not much than a text of two now and again. I thought about calling him a few times but thought differently.

Upon my return, I took an associate position at a prestigious law firm in Washington, D.C. My specialty became International Law. My workload kept me busy with day-to-day legal stuff. I learned a lot. Before long, I advanced to a Senior Associate position, which led to expanded responsibilities. Client interaction increased. I was on my way to becoming a partner. I also purchased a historic row home near 18

th

Street in Adams Morgan, a highly sought-after neighborhood in the District for young professionals. The 18

th

Street corridor traverses Adams Morgan and is energetic, with many restaurants and nightlife.

I was living life; I was getting my groove back. I was content but not very happy. There was still no 'My Person' on the horizon.

Then, the Firm's offer was presented with some conditions. To become a partner, I needed to move to the Brussels office. The senior American, Thomas Stoner, was retiring within two years. According to the plan, he would mentor me, and I would assume his partnership position. So why not? I was still young, and loving life to the fullest was still in the cards.

It Was Now Time to Experience Life Abroad

I accepted the Firm's generous offer. I sold my Adams Morgan row house in three months and was finally in Brussels. The Firm offered the partnership, which I readily accepted. It was a terrific career move. '

I arrived at that fork and took it.'

I was ready to go down a new path and live on another continent.

I also invested time in becoming fluent in French and am currently taking Italian language classes. I have traveled to 15 European countries, and my favorite is France. I'm a true romantic. The Netherlands is a close second, and Norway is next on my travel itinerary.

Living and working in Belgium has been exciting. With Thomas Stoner's retirement, I am now the most experienced American in Brussels. I have been assigned to this office's strategic direction committee, which the European Managing Partner, Anton Van Rijk, oversees. I serve as the European office's liaison to the Firm's corporate committee in the DC office.

It Gets Better, Lifelong Friends Join Me

Aubrey, but everyone calls her Cash, has finally accepted the State Department's assignment to the European Union in Brussels, and Amanda has finally joined her. Her third business partner, Jensen Fox in the

Painted Chic Boutique,

is up to speed. Logan Anderson and Jensen will run the business back at home, and they have a second store and a minor interest in a high-end boutique called

'Intimately You'

. With the addition of the lingerie boutique business, Amanda will manage their thriving online sales business.

Cash's European posting came much sooner than they initially expected. I'm so happy that my two best friends live in the same city, especially since it's a foreign country.

She and Cash frequently discuss having a baby, specifically Jameson's. He has sperm stored in a sperm bank in the States, and all of this has been pre-arranged. Cash will be the one to carry the first child, and there are plans for a second child using a different donor. I am thrilled for them.

My love life is also thriving. A few flings, Boris, Grant, Henk, and Henri, come to mind. Henk did introduce me to his sister, Nicoline. Truthfully, I had a better time exploring every inch of her gorgeous body. Then there was Alexandre, a Frenchman who runs an upscale restaurant in Brussels. He spent a great deal of time schmoozing me. I love him dearly, but he was only Mr. Right Now, to be more specific, Mr. Right Then!

Then, there was Maaike, a rebellious Dutch woman. When you pronounce her name correctly, MIE-keh, it rolls off your tongue. She was indeed naughty. She knows every secluded kinky hot spot in her Amsterdam hometown, but the best thing she ever did was introduce me to her friend, Marlies.

Ah, Marlies!

Marlies is sweet and unique in her own right. She is very athletic, a former speed skater, not quite Olympic caliber. She is also Dutch and an aspiring attorney. She earned her law degree from Stanford University in California, known for excelling in research for International law. She returned to Europe and, through her Maaike connection, she applied for an internship at my firm. She was assigned to me as an intern. She had been with us for six months when we offered her an Associate position.

Not only is she intelligent, with loads of cuteness and charm. Don't take that cute exterior for granted. Marlies, pronounced mahr-LEES, is a goal-driven person, and I am proud to have her as my colleague. She was all business. Unfortunately, we had not established a relationship outside of work. That opportunity was to come soon.

We've been working with one of the UK's top Financial and Investment Firms. One of our American clients has been attempting to finalize the acquisition of a London-based technology firm. It's a massive and complicated deal with many International Legal undertones. Anton was the lead attorney. I, along with Marlies, did most of the prep work. The merger is nearly finalized.

In fact, the three of us were headed to London to support our client. We arrived on Thursday afternoon and stayed at the Savoy, then enjoyed dinner at Restaurant 1890. It was an unforgettable dining experience. The next day, the documents were signed. Our client was ecstatic. The Bank was overjoyed. Through the merger, we will gain a larger share of future business. The prep work we did was instrumental in closing the deal.

Anton returned to Brussels, and as a reward for a job well done, Anton encouraged Marlies and me to spend the weekend. We readily accepted his offer.

The London Trip Becomes Pure Pleasure

The

Savoy

is located on the Northbank of the River Thames, in the heart of London. As a gesture of appreciation, the bank arranged for sought-after tickets at a top musical in the West End. The play was a little bit naughty. The day was long, and both of us retired early.

We spent the next day exploring Covent Garden. Shopping and a leisurely lunch. For some reason, I was feeling a little homesick. Perhaps it was the client's interaction with their American staff. Marlies said she had the perfect spot to go for dinner and cocktails. Bar American was our destination, an opulent, authentic Art Deco bar. Steps away was Soho, the epicenter of the city's hottest nightlife.

We found the perfect outfits for our night on the town; Marlies wore a low-plunged, multi-layer black tulle dress. She was stunning. I selected a red balloon sleeve, tiered mini dress. We might have been conservatively dressed attorneys during the day, but we were both sexy tarts tonight.

We found two cozy seats at the bar. The bartender was Peter. He has an Irish brogue. Marlies asked for a Martinez. Peter responded, "Perfect! I make the best Martinez cocktail in all of Soho if not all of London!" Peter turned to me, "Luv, what are you having!"

I hesitated, adding, "I'll have what she's having!" He quickly recognized my American accent.

Peter smiled, " Lovely, an American, my name is Peter. " He extended his hand to both of us, smiling, adding, "I must forewarn you, two Martinez cocktails may put you on your arse!" The drinks were potent and delicious, mixed with vermouth, gin, maraschino, curaçao, and orange bitters. I knew I would be having more than one.

Marlies and I exchanged glances; Marlies replied, "Bring it on, Peter, we're just two Glams out for a naughty time tonight!"

Several guys and their wingmen kept circling our area. Some were handsome. Some not as much. More than once, Peter told us about an offer to buy us drinks, but we politely declined. Tonight, Marlies and I were in deep conversation with each other.

It was the first time Marlies, and I got to know each other. I was into her, and Marlies was into me. A little sexual tension was building. I don't know who touched who first. I believe it was Marlies, but it easily could have been me.

She nonchalantly placed her hand on my nylon-clad knee. Spreading her fingers, she gently caressed my kneecap. I did not flinch. I did not ask her to remove her hand. Instead, I took her affection to the next level. I leaned over and held her chin, kissing her gently. We exchanged a few soft, tender kisses. My body tingled each time my lips touched hers.

Marlies spoke first, "Parker, I know you're my boss. I hope I wasn't too forward, but I have wanted to kiss you for a long time. Thank you."

I replied, "No worries, I've wanted the same. Perhaps just as long as you. Let's pay our tab. We have a lot to talk about back at the hotel."

I motioned for Peter; he gave us our tab. I tipped like an American. He was all smiles as we left. As we went through the door and up the stairway to Sherwood Street, more than a few gents' eyes followed us.

Back at the Savoy

Marlies and I hurried out. It was a beautiful night. We considered taking a London cab but opted for the short walk back to the Savoy. As we walked along the Strand, we talked; we held hands, stopping occasionally to kiss each other. We were in no hurry. We both knew we would be spending the night together. The first of many nights, I might add. Tonight was more than lust. I haven't felt this way about someone in a very long time.

When we entered the lobby, we walked directly to the alcove with the bank of elevators. I waived the key card over the buttons, enabling us to zoom to the sixth floor.

As soon as the door closed, we embraced. Marlies pushed my back against the elevator back wall. We were eye to eye; she tilted her head to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her hands on my booty. She held me tightly; with her left hand, she reached up to hold the back of my neck, gently pushing my face into hers. She gently pushed her tongue against mine. We kissed each other passionately.

Marlies released her hold on my booty, placing both hands and arms around my neck. I held her tighter with her left hand; she reached up to hold the back of my neck, pushing my face into hers... again. We kissed. Marlies tenderly parted my lips with her tongue. We kept kissing passionately.

The elevator door opened. We were on the sixth floor. We both slipped off our heels and hurriedly ran towards my room 642.

At the door, I waved the key over the lock, and we both pushed into the room. We stumbled; I grabbed her to keep her from falling. It was my turn to back Marlies against the interior wall, and we kissed. My fingers roamed her body.

As she pressed her body into me. Marlies said, "Parker, I have wanted you since the first time I met you. I can't believe this is happening now."

Time To Get Naked!

Our lust quickly turned to heat. Our chests push against each other. The feel of her body against mine sent shivers through my body. I felt her warmth; she was the flame. Her hands drop down to my hips; we are both still fully clothed. Marlies breaks our kiss. "Let's get naked!"

And we did, hastily wiggling out of our sexy dresses; Marlies was sans bra and panties, with a little heart patch just above her pussy lips. I was having difficulty squirming out of my pantyhose. I sat on the bed, and Marlies dropped to her knees to help, hastily tugging on my nylons down my legs and ankles. She slid up my lower torso and, in one fluid motion, pulled my red G-string down my naked leg, spreading my legs slightly, fully exposing my shaved pussy. Marlies was beaming as her head disappeared between my legs, planting a soft, warm kiss on my pussy. I gasped and instinctively opened my legs; her warm lips felt wonderful. I was relishing in the sensation of Marlies' tongue stimulating my pussy.

My head was spinning; I was whimpering excitedly. I had not felt this way for some time, and I felt myself getting soaking wet between my legs. Marlies gripped my thighs, spreading my legs even wider. She kissed me again, gently sliding one finger, then two into me, whispering, "Parker, you are so wet."

I breathlessly gasped as she parted my labia lips. Marlies pressed her face tight to my sex, twirling her inviting tongue the length of my pussy, spreading my pussy lips she licked, then curled her tongue back and forth. One whimper was followed by another and then another. Her tongue had me on the edge.

My fingers were already vigorously rubbing my mound. Marlies replaced my fingers with her tongue, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. My whimpers became steadier, and I softly whispered, "More, more Marlies!"

Marlies Took Me to Edge; I Fell Into Pleasure

As her tongue delicately danced on my clit, I felt her finger slide deeper into me, squirming as her penetrating fingers went deeper, pressing on my G-spot. I fell back on the bed, flopping my head back on the bed covers in bliss. I tried to reach Marlies, but my arms and hands were aimlessly flapping. I arched my back as a wave of intense pleasure broke over me. Marlies' senses told her that I was ready, so she pressed her face down on my pussy. I thrashed about, moaning uncontrollably. My body was tingling with overwhelming desire.

Marlies had ignited the flame within my body with her fingers and tongue. The warmth was spreading like a wildfire of pleasure through my entire body. I continued shaking. My legs were weak. I bit my lip to quiet my screams of utmost joy. I didn't want this pleasure to end. Marlies whispered, "Parker, I want to hear you scream!" I was on the cliff's edge. She was now sucking my clit into her mouth.

She removed her fingers from my pussy, forcibly sliding her wet and lubed finger into my puckered hole. I was now aflame in ecstasy. My moans were now screams, 'Oh, Oh, Oh yes!" I was no longer quiet. I was on the brink; it was time for Marlies to push me into bliss. I clutched the bed covers, twisted and squirmed, curled my toes, and surrendered my body to Marlies. My body was now calm.

Marlies crawled onto the bed, cuddling in beside me. We kissed gently. I whispered, "Why didn't we connect sooner? You are delightful! You make me feel alive!" Marlies responded by kissing me gently while holding my chin. We exchanged soft, gentle kisses. We became silent in our thoughts. Holding each other tightly, we drifted off to sleep.

My Turn To Please

I awoke suddenly. A warm smile crossed over my face. I instantly remembered the pleasure I had just shared with Marlies. I was indeed happy. We were not under the bed covers, and I could feel a slight chill, so I pulled Marlies in tighter. I could feel the heat of Marlies' body against mine. I loved the feel of her body. It felt very natural. I could easily get used to this splendid feeling. Her hips snugly fit against my body.