After my very interesting - and one might say energetic - Christmas Holiday, I went back to Uni, and did some serious thinking. I felt I had really changed the relationship with Jane and was falling in love with her. But was she feeling the same? On the other hand, she did ask if I wanted 5 kids!
I decided I needed to simplify my social life for a while, and increase my cash flow. I went down to the local Italian I always used, and where Jane and I had had that significant meal, and inquired about part-time work as a waiter. Even though the period after Christmas is typically slow, they had lost two waiters over the holidays. So I was offered Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings. Perfect.
I could keep up my studies, but to be honest, they were not proving as exciting and involving as I had hoped when choosing the courses. I was doing the three basic sciences - Maths, Physics, Chemistry - with a thought to being a teacher, but the thought of spending my working life with teen-age kids was starting to feel uninviting. I figured I would work hard enough to pass the first year, and then think hard over the summer about what I wanted, really wanted.
With working three nights a week, often until after midnight, I was tired, and time-restricted on having a mad sex life. Carol would occasionally come over from her room for a glass of wine or some friends-with-benefits sex, but it was never anything exciting. From comments she made, I began to believe she actually had a lesbian lover that was becoming serious. Certainly, the sex was pretty perfunctory. I felt we were more like friends-with-habits than even friends-with-benefits!
Anna was getting more into enjoying lesbian sex, and frequently spent the night with Becca Wright - to which I did not get invited - or occasionally with Carol, also without me. In the end I decided that Anna was a lost cause, and, unless she came to my room for an FWB session, she was no longer of much interest.
Donna was still working up in Edinburgh, and had found, according to her mother, her 'perfect soul-mate', a much older woman, and the two were essentially planning on living together before too long.
Mum was getting more involved with John, especially as with my part-time work I was not heading for home at all.
The money I was making at the restaurant I was saving up. Just before I set off to Paris for Easter, I bought an engagement ring, in a smart red box, to take with me. Easter was late, and it would be just "April in Paris" by the time I would head home from a long weekend. The girls picked me up at the Gard du Nord, where the Chunnel Eurostar train came in, and we headed for their apartment.
Their apartment was on the fourth floor of an old house in a French - as opposed to tourist - neighborhood down the hill from the Arc Du Triumph, and there was no elevator. Obviously, this was part of the reason the girls stayed so slim. We had a light supper of soup and bread and went to bed, all three of us together.
After they had both ridden me to mutual climaxes, I lay there and watched the two of them have a very intense 69, with Jane on top. When they had both come, we cleaned up. After the space of my walk-in shower at home, their shower in a small bathtub made for interesting contortions as we washed each other. Drying each other was much easier, and we settled down for the night with each girl laying their head on one of my shoulders.
The next day the weather was beautiful, and we took the hop-on-hop-off bus around Paris to give me an initial view of what is a beautiful city. We walked along the banks of the river, past the Louvre, and past all the book-sellers and artists selling their paintings. It was pure, unadulterated Paris tourism, and both girls seemed very well informed as to what they were showing me.
The time of my visit was before the terrible fire that has so damaged the beauty of Notre Dame Cathedral, and on Easter Sunday, we went to Mass there. I am not a catholic, nor a fluent French speaker, so much of the service - and especially the sermon - was lost on me. Nevertheless, I could appreciate the pomp of the Easter Service, and the robes, the music, and the setting. And the organ sounded fantastic. The energy of the service was palpable.
That evening we cooked dinner, and again went to bed together. Again, the love-making ended with Jane and Fleur engaging in a very intense 69. Watching them made me very hard, despite my previous climaxes.
The next day, we actually went into the Louvre Museum. Of course, we had to see the Mona Lisa, but, as you can imagine, it is well protected and not something anyone can get close to any more. I was surprised that, for a painting worth what that is worth, it was much smaller than I imagined.
That night we played spin the bottle, with forfeits involving losing clothing, and kissing and touching the others. By the time we were all naked, I was extremely hard. This time, Jane put on a strap-on, and she and I double penetrated Fleur and brought her to a very noisy and bed-thrashing climax.
The following morning, Fleur announced she was going to visit an Aunt for a couple of days. Jane explained that Fleur visited her Aunt at least once a month, and would stay for a couple of days, but that the Aunt's apartment was not big enough for her to go with Fleur. So Jane and I would spend my last two full days just the two of us.
The weather had been perfect all week-end, and so we took public transport down to the river, and spent the day just walking and talking. I felt a real connection to Jane growing, although something told me that Jane would not be returning to England in the September at the end of her course. But when I pressed her on her return, she would side-step the issue and say that she still had much work to do to complete and pass her course.
That evening, she cooked meat-filled fresh ravioli, a reference back to the evening that I took her willingly-offered virginity. The whole evening was magical, and we spent the night making slow passionate love.
It was making love, not just sex. We caressed each other very gently, and touched, licked, kissed, caressed all the most sensitive and private areas of each other's body. We cuddled in silence in the pauses, until gently stroking hands would fire us both up again.
It was everything that I hoped would happen on my trip to Paris. She especially loved how I pleased her vagina with my tongue, for a very long time, eliciting several climaxes in the process. Afterwards, we fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
The next day was my last full day in Paris. I would be heading for Gard du Nord and the train early the next morning. Actually, from Jane's apartment it was about 6 kilometers to the station. Again, we spent the day just walking, and I was yet again impressed with Jane's knowledge of the city. She seemed to have soaked up living there to the point of becoming a local.
We got back to the apartment, and as Jane prepared supper, I packed my bag.
That evening, we had soup and a salad, with a whole fresh baguette of crispy bread, and a large bottle of wine. I had hung my jacket over the back of the chair I was sitting on prior to the meal, and as we pushed back a little from the table, feeling very replete, I put my hand in the jacket pocket and retrieved the little red box.
As casually as I could, I stood up and knelt next to Jane's chair, and simply said "I love you and want you to marry me".
The reaction was not what I expected. She stood up, burst into tears, and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She was gone for half an hour before the bedroom door opened, and she came out.
" I was not expecting that," she said, quietly. "I was waiting for the right time to tell you that I am not returning to England. Fleur and I have dropped out of that original course, and for the past few months have been studying to become certified and accredited Paris guides. Professional guides. We complete the course at the end of April, and already have loads of bookings for the summer.
Tourism here runs all year, so there is plenty of work. We should soon be able to afford a bigger apartment, and then, Fleur and I plan to get married. Much as I do love you, Mark, I have discovered that I am a lesbian rather than bi-sexual. If ever I were to be with a man, it would be you, but right now I need to be honest and say, I am in love with Fleur, and am planning a life with just her.
Having you here was to give me the opportunity to make certain how I felt. Last night was wonderful, and romantic, and so reminiscent of our early days, but at the back of my mind was always Fleur. So tomorrow, we shall say Goodbye".
