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The Major Diaries Pt 20

The Major Diaries Pt 20

by jqueen9
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Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series

Caught!

we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 20 looks at the way Regina looks for a boyfriend. All characters are adults over the age of 18.

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Jacques La Fontaine maintained an office on the third floor of the building housing the Department of Modern Languages. It was a nice office, with a wall of windows and shelving that ran all the way from the floor to the ceiling, providing ample space to display his large collection of academic books. He'd just been promoted to assistant professor of French, and it was certain that he'd get tenure after one more semester. He'd worked very hard earning his doctorate and climbing the lower rungs of the academic ladder. It felt nice knowing his professional life was going this well.

It was too bad his personal life wasn't that successful. He'd worked so hard for so long, moving around the country from one university to the next in his relentless campaign to advance, that he hadn't had a girlfriend for a very long time. He'd tried online dating apps, which had paired him with such incompatible women that it made him feel like a failure as a man. One day he confined in a young graduate student, Jon Major, expressing his fear that his loneliness would never end.

He'd confided in Jon because the two shared an unusual level of camaraderie. Both of them became bilingual the same way - being raised by parents of dual nationalities. Jacques' father was French, his mother was American, and they raised him to understand both English and French. His family moved from France to Connecticut when he was 12, and Jon envied Jacques for having such intimate familiarity with both of his cultures.

Jon had spent a small amount of time visiting with his mother's family in Quebec, but he hadn't been there long enough to absorb any French-Canadian culture, and he'd spent no time in France. It was a deficit he hoped to correct after graduate school, when he planned to move to Paris. However, he'd made those plans before falling in love with Stephanie. He didn't know if she'd be willing to live in Paris with him.

"How are you, my friend?" Jacques said when Jon entered his office. They always spoke French when they were together. It was hard to find someone fluent in the language they loved so much.

"I am splendid," Jon said. "I am in love."

"Of course you are," Jacques said, shaking his head. "It's my understanding that chicks dig handsome young rich guys."

"Who happen to speak French," Jon added.

"That too," Jacques said, laughing. "Did you come to my office so you could make me feel shitty because you have a woman and I don't?"

"I am so glad you asked that question," Jon said. "I know a lady who might want to get to know you."

Jacques was quiet for a moment. "Sacre bleu," he said, finally.

Jon laughed. "Why do the French say that? The phrase 'Holy blue' makes no sense. What's holy about the color blue?"

"This is something that a master's candidate studying French language should already know," Jacques said. "Years ago, the phrase 'sacre dieu' was common. People thought it was rude saying 'Holy God,' so they switched to the word 'bleu' because it sounded almost the same, and everybody knew they were actually saying a sanitized form of 'Holy God.' Then time went by, and ignorant people - like you - forgot where the phrase came from."

"Thank you for educating me," Jon said. "I can probably get credit for writing an essay about that for one of my classes."

"You are welcome," Jacques said. "Be sure to put my name in your bibliography. It's something I can add to the list of things I show the tenure committee. But tell me about this lady. Who is she?"

"She's the mother of my girlfriend, Stephanie. Her name is Regina."

"Your girlfriend's mother? How old is she?" Jacques feared that anyone old enough to be the parent of Jon's girlfriend would be much too old for him to date.

"She is 36," Jon said.

Jacques was 33. The age difference wasn't significant. "She must have become a mother at a very young age," he said.

"She did. She had an unplanned pregnancy when she was a teenager. Most of her life has been devoted to being a single mother. Now that Stephanie is an adult, Regina finally has time for herself."

It sounded too good to be true. "I'll bet you're about to tell me she has a very nice personality," Jacques said.

Jon laughed. "Actually, she is one of the most beautiful women I know. Would you like to see a picture?" Jon got out his cellphone and pulled up the photo he'd taken of Regina and Stephanie side-by-side on the day of Stephanie's graduation.

"Sacre bleu!" Jacques said. "This is her and your girlfriend?"

"Obviously," Jon said.

"Regina is beautiful."

"I believe I already said that."

"What kind of person is she?"

"She worries too much about her daughter. She works too hard at her job as a nurse. She pretends that she isn't profoundly uncomfortable around the man who's stolen her daughter away. That would be me. She feels guilty for bringing a child into the world when she was an unmarried teenager not ready for that much responsibility. She feels profoundly grateful to her parents for helping her survive that period of her life. You know. Typical American woman."

"She looks exactly like her daughter," Jacques said.

"I'd advise you not to mention that," Jon said. "When I told her that, she accused me of trying to bullshit her."

"Oh. Thanks for the warning. I understand why she might think someone like you must be bullshitting her," Jacques said.

"Sacre bleu," Jon said.

Jacques kept looking at the photo. It told him that Regina was beautiful, but it said nothing else. Dating apps had connected him to several beautiful women who turned out to be completely unsuitable. He'd failed at finding love so many times Jacques was beginning to feel like he was somehow damaged. He felt defeated.

"So, shall we arrange a meeting?" Jon asked.

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"I suppose," he said.

"Don't get overly excited or anything," Jon said.

"The lady looks wonderful. But I'm not good at this kind of thing, Jon. She's not going to like me. I'll try, but it's not easy to be optimistic," Jacques said.

"Yeah. She feels the same way," Jon said.

"You told her about me?" Jacques asked.

"Of course. I don't have a picture of you, so I showed her the photo on the department website. She said you are very handsome. She's scared you'll reject her."

"She's been rejected?" Jacques said. "Who would reject a woman who looks like this?"

"She's never been rejected by anybody," Jon said. "Regina hasn't been with a man since the boy who knocked her up abandoned her before Stephanie was born. She's had it hard, Jacques. Whatever happens, don't break her heart."

"I wouldn't think of it," Jacques said. "I'm sure you'd kick my ass, right?"

"Jacques, I would never do such a thing. Never. What I'd do instead is get a big wad of cash and go to some biker bar. I'm sure I could hire a bunch of guys to kick your ass for me. I'd never personally lay a finger on my good friend Jacques. It would be ungentlemanly."

There's a certain type of humor that is distinctly French. Jon's joke fit that category perfectly, and it made Jacques erupt in laughter. "So, I take it that you are very serious about this Stephanie girl," Jacques said.

"More than you can know," Jon said.

"Are you thinking about marriage?"

"Not yet. I know I'd like to spend the rest of my life with her, but I think it's unfair to chain her down. She has a lot of living to do, and I don't want to burden her."

"How old is she?"

"Nineteen."

"Nineteen! Sacre bleu! No wonder her mother has mixed feelings about you!"

"I wasn't looking for a serious relationship when I met Stephanie. It just happened. I know I love her, and I'm trying to figure out how to be responsible with her. She's going off to college in the fall. I want to maintain a relationship, but it will be hard."

"Jon Major. Hopeless romantic. Paramore of a teenager. I can't wait to see the movie."

Jon sighed. "I can never express how much I treasure our little chats, Jacques."

"Do you know what this means? If things work out with me and Regina, and you manage to avoid fucking up your relationship with Stephanie, I could become your stepfather! Just think of our dinner conversations on Thanksgiving," Jacques said.

"I can't wait to see the movie," Jon said.

They arranged a time and place for Regina to meet Jacques. Jacques felt pessimistic about his ability to plan a successful date, so he asked Jon for advice, and followed the instructions precisely. Jon suggested a restaurant that featured booths suitable for quiet conversation. He suggested that after dinner Jacques drive Regina out to a park where they could sit on a bench and watch the sun go down on the Golden Gate bridge. Since Jacques was raised by a French father, he had been taught about the importance of etiquette, especially when it came to things like holding doors for women, pushing in their chairs, taking their coats, and telling servers what the lady wants to eat before placing an order for himself. Jon predicted - correctly - that Regina would appreciate Jacques' continental manners.

Jacques felt almost optimistic about his prospects until he met Regina. What he saw almost made him run away.

She wore the sparkly red dress Stephanie wore to the prom. Regina didn't own anything girly enough for a date with a man, so Stephanie looked through her closet for something appropriate. "Jon likes this," Stephanie said. "Try it on."

Regina couldn't believe how she looked in the clingy dress, with its short skirt and deep neckline. Regina's physique had been virtually the same as Stephanie's when she was younger, but she'd gained a little weight over the years, so the dress conformed to her body like a coat of paint.

"Stephanie!" Regina said. "I can't wear this!"

"Mama, please try to relax. You are having dinner with a man. Any man with a pulse is going to be impressed with the way you look. Live a little. If you can't wear a dress like this on a date with a man, when can you wear it?"

Regina was uncertain, but she did like her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a movie star. Her cleavage looked sexy, and so did her legs. It displayed her curvy figure perfectly. Her beauty had been hidden by nursing scrubs for so many years that Regina yearned to put herself on display. She had profound misgivings about wearing such a showy dress in public, but it was a temptation she was unable to resist.

When Jacques saw the dress it terrified him.

This woman is out of my league,

he thought.

Magnifique!

The thought didn't prevent him from being overwhelmed by Regina's beauty, and the expression on his face made her feel emotions she'd not experienced for her entire adult life.

He kissed her hand. Of course he did. It's what refined men do. No one had ever kissed Regina's hand. Having such a handsome, polished man kiss her hand made Regina's heart flutter. She quickly lowered her expectations.

We just met,

she reminded herself.

He might be a jerk. There's a lot of that going around.

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If Jacques was a jerk, he concealed it well. He started making eye contact and never stopped. He listened to every word she said, giving the impression that she was the most fascinating person he'd ever met. Of course, there was some truth to that. Regina had one quality Jacques found particularly attractive. She was a woman. Jacques liked women. He liked the way they looked, the way they talked, the way they thought, and the way they smelled. He wanted one for himself.

Jon had given Jacques some unnecessary advice. Jacques already knew that the way a gentleman behaves with a lady is to talk very little and listen a lot. Like all women, Regina wanted to be heard, and she could tell Jacques heard her. At one point, Jacques' attention seemed to falter. He seemed to have something on his mind.

"What are you thinking, Jacques?" she asked.

He looked at her with a sad expression. "I am thinking you are way out of my league."

It was the right thing to say and the right time to say it. That was the moment Regina felt her heart go out to him. She was his. It wouldn't be long before he knew it.

When it was time to take her home, Jacques turned to Regina and decided to tell her the truth. "I am not good at this," he said. "I don't know anything about dating. I don't know what to do. I've read that when you go out with someone and want to see them again, you shouldn't call them the next day because it's too soon. But waiting more than three days is said to be too long. I have no idea why any of that is true. It's baffling. Like algebra. All I know is that I hope this isn't the only time I see you. I want to know you better - a lot better. I don't have the words to explain it."

Regina was touched. "I think the words you used are just fine."

He promised to call the next day.

But he called Jon first. "What do I do! I have no idea what she'd like! Jon, tell me what to do!"

"The first thing you should do is calm down," Jon said. "So, she likes you?"

"She didn't say. I hope so. I think so."

Jon recommended going to a club that featured a particularly nice jazz trio. He said it would give them a chance to listen to some fine music, then have conversation when the musicians took breaks. The club offered a very nice selection of appetizers; Jon recommended the biscotti and the shrimp cocktail; he happened to know that Regina loved both. The advice calmed Jacques considerably. He called Regina immediately, and they made plans to go to the club that night.

Regina borrowed a different dress from Stephanie. It wasn't as flamboyantly sexy, but it featured a slinky silhouette that made Regina feel very feminine. She hadn't realized how much she missed feeling that way.

As they sat in the club, munching on their food and listening to the music, Jacques noticed Regina's hand on the table. He felt the urge to reach out and take her hand. Regina was delighted and surprised. She couldn't remember feeling so excited about something as simple as holding hands. She scooted closer to Jacques, and was glad when he put one arm over her shoulders. Regina felt like a schoolgirl on her first date.

As Jon predicted, the club gave them the perfect amount of time to talk during the breaks and quietly enjoy each other's company during the music. Jacques felt so attracted to Regina he could barely stand it. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. He felt a feeling of dread when he remembered how many times he'd failed to find romance. What chance did a man like him have with a glamorous woman like Regina? Why was he fooling himself?

He soon got his answer.

When it was time to take Regina home, he opened the door of his car and walked her to her porch. "I had a wonderful time," she said.

"So did I," Jacques said.

"Would you like to come in?"

Ka-boom!

She'd invited him inside! It felt as though his heart stopped beating. "That would be very nice," he said, his voice trembling.

Don't act silly. Don't get your hopes up

, he thought to himself.

Don't think this is more than it is.

As soon as she closed the door, Regina turned toward Jacques and pulled him into a hug. She'd already decided to follow her heart instead of common sense. She had decided to take him to bed. Her long years of celibacy felt like a burden she couldn't carry for one more hour. She drew him into a passionate kiss and pressed their bodies together.

Jacques instincts took over. He wrapped Regina in his arms and gave her the hottest kiss he'd ever given a woman. He felt his heart begin to pound. He couldn't remember ever meeting a woman who inspired as much feeling as Regina. They'd been on only two dates, and Jacques was already sure he wanted her in his life. It was his nature to know what was in his heart, and Regina had just taken up residency there.

Regina felt the same way. When Stephanie suggested she begin dating again, Regina assumed she'd probably meet several men before finding one she liked - and that it might never happen. But she liked Jacques. She liked him a lot. She hoped she wasn't being foolish. She hoped he didn't just want to get laid. For herself, Regina definitely wanted to get laid - but she wanted so much more.

She felt Jacques unzip her dress. It sent an excited shiver through her body. She felt his warm hand on the smooth skin of her back. He undid the clasp of her bra and caressed the flesh beneath. Something about that felt almost unbearably erotic. Regina realized she was warm between her legs. It was all so wonderfully different and new.

When she pressed against him, she realized Jacques had an erection.

"Come here," she said, breaking the kiss and taking his hand so she could lead him to her bedroom. When the evening began, she had no reason to think this was the way it would end. Unexpectedly, she was about to go to bed with a man. A handsome man. A charming man. A man with a big, hard erection. He'd given her plenty of compliments by this time; the erection was the most sincere one so far. He put his hand on the back of her head, began kissing her neck, then shoved one shoulder strap down to her arm. He did the same thing to the other shoulder.

Regina's dress and bra began sliding down her body, and soon her breasts were exposed to his eyes, hands and lips. She stood paralyzed with arousal. It was so exciting she felt her breasts grow larger and firmer as they became engorged with blood. She closed her eyes and swooned when Jacques sucked one nipple between his lips and lick it with his tongue.

Jacques began moving faster, removing Regina's dress and lowering her panties to the floor. His hands were everywhere. Her legs. Bottom. Hips. Belly. They both wanted him to touch her between the legs, but he was afraid she'd think he was moving too fast.

There was no danger of that.

Regina helped Jacques out of his clothes, then laid down on her bed and beckoned for him to join her. Their naked bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. His hard cock pressed against her belly, and Regina wanted to touch it. There was no reason not to. She wrapped one hand around his cock, which felt warm, and hard as metal wrapped in velvet. She realized how good it would feel inside her, and felt anxious to make that happen as quickly as possible.

"Here. I got these from my daughter," Regina said, handing Jacques a box of condoms. He took them without question, and put one on wordlessly.

There was something about Jacques that neither one of them knew. The way he made love was different from most men. He got so excited that he became almost frantic, touching her everywhere at once. He made excited little sounds and moved quickly from one part of her body to another. He did this in a way that was surprising, like the time he dove between her legs and began eating her pussy like a starving man.

It was startling, but in a good way. To Regina, it seemed that he was so excited that he could barely control himself. She didn't care if he controlled himself. A little unrestrained passion was exactly what she wanted right then. This went on for a while, and Regina began wanting him to make love for real. She wanted him inside her.

When that finally happened, Regina learned that there was something else different about Jacques. This is a bit hard to explain. Jacques couldn't climax like most men. He could climax, but only if he made an effort to relax and let it happen. What that meant is that Jacques could fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck and fuck and fuck, and keep fucking for as long as he wanted. The idea of 'premature ejaculation' did not apply to Jacques. He thought all men were like him. No woman had ever bothered to correct this impression; they were having too much fun to broach the subject.

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