2. Jewels
When the girls came back, Liz took Dave's hand. To my surprise, Yvette took mine, and we bade the other two goodbye as Liz drove them away.
"Where to, mam'selle?" I asked.
"Oh, ver' good!" she exclaimed. "I am two blocks only."
She kept hold of my hand, swinging my arm as we crossed at the lights, until we arrived at a small, elegant apartment complex. "You live here?" I asked.
She nodded. "Maman pays. She likes it if I am not 'aving to work."
She showed me to the door of her apartment, and took out a key. I thought about how to phrase what I wanted to say.
"Yvette..." I began.
She tilted her head to one side and looked at me.
"Okay, this is weird," I said. "I feel like the guy in that movie. Chasing Amy? I know you don't date guys, but I had a lot of fun today, and I'd like to see you again. Could we go out sometime? Just for dinner, or to talk, or whatever...?"
She gave me a quick smile, then finished unlocking her door. I thought she was going to answer me and say goodbye, but she ushered me through into her living room.
"This is nice," I said, looking around. I was used to college rooms with cheap beds and boxy furniture. Yvette's room was comfortable.
"Maman hires the room with furnish," she said.
"Rents," I offered. "I think rents is better there. She rents the apartment furnished."
"Thank you, yes," she said. "All of the apartment. I do not buy furniture if I may return to France after graduating. Would you like wine? Or coffee because of your silly drinking age?"
"You must be the same age as me!" I objected.
"Ah yes, but I am old enough to drink in France," she said, "and no police will be 'ere."
"I'd like a glass," I said. It wasn't as though I was driving back. Or even had a car. It would be buses or Uber, depending on the time.
She brought out two glasses of chilled white, handed one to me, then raised hers. "A ta santé."
I mimicked the words, which brought a slight grin to her face, but no correction. The wine was very dry, but very refreshing.
"Excuse while I take off my jacket," she said. "Please sit." She indicated the couch, and placed her glass on the coffee table before it, so I took a seat and waited. A little apprehensively, to be honest, since I didn't really understand why she'd invited me in, or why she hadn't given me a direct answer to my question.
She returned in a moment, and I couldn't help but stare. The jacket hadn't been hiding a top, as such. The gauzy material was the top. It was sleeveless and cropped, ending well above her navel, and the only thing under it was a black bra, which I'd thought was the top of her shirt. She still had the short skirt, the narrow band between the skirt and transparent top showing off her navel, which held a diamond stud supporting a narrow silver belly chain.
She sat beside me and picked up her glass, while I was still metaphorically picking up my jaw. She cocked her head to one side. "There is a problem, Kévin?"
I shook my head. "I'm just surprised. That is a very sexy outfit. It was good with the jacket, too, but seemed more casual." I grinned at her. "Perhaps if you'd taken off your jacket, you might have tempted Liz away from Dave."
She returned my grin. "I think she would not be persuaded, though she might turn red."
"True," I said, and took another sip. The wine warmed my throat, and it had a lovely fruity flavor behind the dryness.
"Kévin, I 'ave something to confess."
I gave her a puzzled look. "What's that?"
"I am not lesbienne. I like girls, but do not want one as a lover."
I blinked. "But..."
"You 'ave 'eard about the fight, yes?"
"I think everyone has heard about that. You broke up with your girlfriend in the hallway. At very high volume."
She shook her head. "She was never my girlfriend. She makes this pièce, this play, and I am caught in it. When I tell 'er friends that it is not true she goes... crazy. That is the fight."
"But you... like you and Liz, today."
She grinned. "I know Liz. She is - what do you call when a soldier's clothing 'ides 'im in the jungle?"
I thought for a moment. "Camouflage?"
Her eyebrows rose. "Oh. It is the same word. Yes, camouflage. Since I came to the US, I 'ave 'ad too many boys cause problems. 'Ere, in a new place, the fight said I was something I am not, and that the boys did not need to gather around. So I keep up the pretending, but only with girls who will not want, and I am free to study and to relax."
"I'm finding this very weird," I said.
She took a larger sip of her wine. "I can not answer the question you asked, because I am not the person you want to ... befriend, and because if you 'ad known, you would not 'ave asked."
"You're right," I agreed, instantly. "I'd have asked for a date."
"Would you?" she asked.
"When I've spent all afternoon wishing you were straight? Hell, yes."
She smiled. "Then ask. Per'aps I will say yes."
I chuckled. "Can I see you again?"
"Yes," she said. "And if you had known this, and I invited you in to my apartment?"
"Of course I'd be here."
"Bien. I would not want you here under false pretending."
"Pretenses?"
"Yes, pretenses. Would you like another glass of wine?"
I considered it. I could feel the start of a buzz. "Sure, but just one."
She took our glasses and refilled them, then set them on the coffee table.
I took a sip of mine. "So, uh, Meadow. Did she really have a conflict?"
"She did," Yvette replied. "And I did know who you are, and I did want to take 'er place."
"Why?"
"I like as you look. You seem intelligent. And I see you look at me. I think you might 'ave an interest also." She reached back to begin unfastening the comb from her hair. "And now I 'ave spent time with you, I think we both 'ave an interest yes?"
"But, still, Meadow knows you're straight, right."
"Oui," she said, "she does."
"Then if she was okay with you taking her place, she didn't really want to be there after all."
She removed the comb and set it aside, untangling the center of the knot in her hair. "Oh, mais oui, yes she does," Yvette replied. "But I am sure that she expects me to make love with you."
I gulped. My belly suddenly felt like it was floating. "Then she doesn't really want a rain check?"
"Oh yes," said Yvette. "She is ver' beautiful and très gentil, and I am sure that you will make love with 'er."
I picked up my glass and drank about half of it. "I feel like we're missing something in translation, or I am getting out of my depth."
She drew her fingers back, then shook her head. The mass of cedar curls spread out against her back. "I tell Liz that you will not be returning to the flat tonight, but I will text 'er if you do. This is good?" She drew her fingers through her hair again, and some swished forward to hide the gauze on both sides of her chest.
"I won't? Where will I be?"
"'Chez moi, I think. 'Ere."
"You want me to spend the night? And... you already expected me to?"
"If you do not wish to, then I call her. It is not a problem."
"Why would Liz want to know that?" I asked, my voice uneven.
"She will be with Dave. She wishes to talk to 'im alone. Perhaps she will sleep with 'im. I think not, but it is possible. She will feel more able to speak if they are not interrupted."
"That's why you want me to stay?"
She took a sip of her wine. Larger than earlier, but she drank it delicately, treating it with more respect than I had. "Are you still..." she gave a slightly puzzled frown as she completed the expression. "Out of depth? I 'ave 'eard that, but am not sure of its meaning."
"Lost, confused, not knowing what's going on."
She set her wine down. "Per'aps this makes more clear." She took the glass from my unresisting fingers and set it on the table. Then she slipped a hand around my neck, drew me close, and kissed me.
It began slightly tentatively, as we both found our positions, then she became demanding, making a small growling noise as she sucked my tongue into her mouth and moved against it. My heart raced at the sudden passion, and I found I was short of breath when she drew back, brushing back a strand of hair that had gotten caught between us.
"Are you more... in this depth now?"
I shrugged helplessly. "But you said I should sleep with Meadow?"
She pursed her lips and looked at me. "I take 'er place today. If she 'ad been with you, you would 'ave been with 'er this night. She is my friend. I do not wish to make a theft."
"There's no way to know that," I objected.
"I think it is ver' likely," she said. "I know Meadow. She 'as much energy, and she is ver' charming. I do not wish for 'er to 'ave neglect because she 'as to leave this town and was not able to meet you."
"Well, I made her a promise," I said, "and I'm surprised and pleased that she'd ask for another chance. I will call her after finals. Then we'll see how it goes."
That would be a week away. The chance that Yvette and I would be together in a week was not likely to be high.
She turned, moving a knee over me to squat in my lap. "I am ver' glad."
Then she lifted my shirt. I raised my hands so she could remove it. She did, tossing it to the side, then set her palms on my bare chest, fingers under my arms, and leaned close. "Très bien" she said before fastening her lips to mine.
I held her waist as we kissed. She pushed me into the couch, my head over the back, her bra pressing against my shoulders. I'm sure I was completely hard when she released me. Then I gave an uneasy laugh. "I have been single for months, and now two girls may want my body at the same time. And, God help me, I'm excited by that."
"Bien," she said. Sitting back on her heels, she reached behind her. Her eyes held mine. A moment later the bra became limp as the rear strap fell away. Then she slowly slipped the left strap over her shoulder, pulling it over her arm. Her eyes continued to study my face as I watched in fascination while she freed the right strap the same way, slowly. Then she drew the bra through the right armhole, the sheer top revealing exquisite breasts with small nipples and narrow areole, though that wasn't entirely clear through the slight obscuration of the gauze.
Yvette leaned in for another kiss. I brought my hands up to the front of the gauze top as my tongue explored hers. The fabric wasn't soft, and I thought it would be even more irritating to her nipples than to my hands, so I released her and slipped my hands through the gaps in the side of the top, setting my thumbs against the underside of her breasts, and laying two fingers along the upper. I began to squeeze, rolling my fingers against my thumbs, the pressure pushing her nipples forward and compressing the flesh right behind them. She made an excited groan into the kiss, and I pressed my hands back to her chest. Her body moved up and down against mine as I did.
When we broke she was panting, her narrow, perfect face having a rosy hue. She leaned forward and nibbled my earlobe. I didn't release my grip on her breasts.
"Je veux faire l'amour avec toi," she whispered.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means I want to kiss your nose," she said, and drew back to do so.
"No, it doesn't," I objected, "I know that much. Faire is do, right? And... do love?"
She nibbled my ear again. "I want to make love to you. This is what it means."
"Oh, me too," I groaned.
"I 'ave not 'ad sex in a long time," she added.
"Me too," I murmured.
She kissed me again, and closed my eyes and kept squeezing. I felt her moving around, then there was the sound or something flopping to the couch. The feel of her thighs against mine had changed, and I realized she must have taken her skirt off.
Her left hand gripped my arm as she moved against me, and her breathing grew ragged. She began to moan into the kiss. I didn't know what she was doing until I broke the kiss for a moment. Opening my eyes, I saw that she had her hand inside the waistband of her hose. Her fingers were moving under the hose.
I pushed the gauze top to the side and began to lick her right breast, still squeezing the left one. Then I circled it with finger and thumb of my left hand, holding it as I lapped my tongue hard against her nipple.
She stopped, suddenly, gasping for breath, then drew back and started rolling her hose off. "Your pantalon! Quickly!"
I obliged, lifting myself off the couch to pull off my pants, my erection springing free, hard and long before me.Yvette squatted back where she had been.
"Forward," she whispered, and I slid forward until she could start pushing me into her. "Stop... a little further..."
She was moist with her own arousal, and it was not long before I was completely inside her. Before we could do anything else, I caught her right hand, raised it to my lips and sucked her fingers, tasting her. Her eyes opened wide, and she made a soft sound as I suckled. She tasted sweet.
Then she began to bounce in my lap, left hand on my shoulder, and I squeezed her left breast again. When she drew her right hand from my mouth to take the other shoulder for support, I began working on the right breast, too. She began to moan, and I knew then that I was going to lose it soon.
I pinched her nipples hard. She shuddered and lowered her face to mine, then moaned loudly into our kiss.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, I gasped, "Yvette, I'm going to come."
Yvette nodded and fastened her lips back to mine. Seconds later I groaned as I felt myself reach the limit of my control, then my cock exploded inside her.
"Mmm - mmm - mmm" she moaned into the kiss, then "MMM!" and I felt her body tense around my cock, and she broke the kiss and gasped for breath.
I immediately fastened my lips to her right breast again, suckling hard, my left hand around her back to hold her to me.
"Oh... oh," she moaned. "Oh, oui, oh yes, Kévin, yes..." She seemed to jump slightly in my hold, and I felt a strong pulsing around my shaft, deep within her.
A minute later, she lay her head on my shoulder, recovering herself. "It 'as been too long since I 'ave a man inside me," she murmured.
"Me too," I agreed, then, "wait, not that, I mean, since I had sex. With a girl, that is."
She laughed softly at my floundering, then kissed my ear. "Come to bed, lover," she said.
"Mais oui, mon cheri," I said, standing.
"Ma cherie," she corrected me, "since I am a girl, but it is a nice touch."
"Oh. Right." I held her hand as she led me to the bedroom. "Mais oui, ma cherie."
We stopped beside the brass framed bed in her bedroom and I lifted the gauze top. She raised her arms to let me take it off, then folded it and set it on a chair.
Both of us now naked, we stood together and kissed, running our hands over each other's bodies. When we finally broke for air, I stepped back, noticing for the first time that her nose and belly button were not all she'd had pierced.
"Would you sit on the side of the bed?" I asked. "There's something I'd like to do. S'il vous plait?"
She smiled at me. "S'il te plait is better between us, I think."
"Okay." I returned her smile. "Lie back, s'il te plait."
She laughed and did.
Leaning down, I ran my tongue over the stud in her belly, then down to her sex. I kissed her thighs, and the edges of her pussy, eliciting a low moan of arousal. Then I brought my lips higher, leaving small, slow kisses right up to the edge of the small diamond - likely zirconium, but it looked very clear - stud pinned through the top of her sex. She hissed out a breath.
"Are you okay?" I whispered, backing away.
"Oh yes!" she replied. "It is ver' good."
"I haven't ever done this with a... whatever this is."
"It is vertical clitoral 'ood pierce," she said. "You touch gently, it is very fine for me."
"It is okay to lick it?"
Her voice quavered. "Yes, please."
Lowering myself to my knees, I repositioned my face. The bed was too high for this to be comfortable, but if I gripped her thighs and pressed my elbows to the bed I could ease myself up just enough. I began to stroke the area around the piercing with my tongue, occasionally touching it. She shivered each time I did, and the sounds she made became rougher and louder.
Yvette's fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place, and I started to focus on the piercing itself, circling my tongue around it, then slowly drawing it up and down. This made her shudder, her thighs tightening under my chin. Her back began to arch, and I knew from her panting that she was close to release. I stopped working on the piercing, just lightly tracing my tongue over the edge of her sex.
"Oh! Kévin! Do not stop!" she yelped.
I blew across her clit. She writhed on the bed. Sophia, the one girl who'd shared my bed this semester, had taught me everything I knew about oral sex, but that had been the reason Dave wanted earplugs. She told me that being made to wait was frustrating, but being frustrated that way intensified her climax. Which seemed to be true, given her shrieks when it happened.
I touched the piercing again with my tongue and her hips twisted, her back still arched. "Nggh.." she groaned.
I blew across her clit again. "Say please," I murmured.
"KÉVIN!" she yelled. "Please!"
I touched the piercing again, drawing my tongue over it slowly. "In French."
"Mon Dieu! S'il te plait, Kévin, please!" Then she let out a stream of French that I couldn't have followed even if I hadn't been limited to two or three words, and I drew my tongue over the stud again.
She began to pant, and I thought she might slip over the edge even without my help, so I kissed the stud, then lapped my tongue gently beneath it, feeling the pearl of her clit directly against my tongue. Her fingers tightened in my hair, feeling as if they might start to rip out chunks of my scalp. She moaned loudly, writhed in place for a moment, then her thighs went limp and her hips dropped back to the bed as she whimpered.
Her fingers released the death grip on my hair and began to caress my head. I followed her sex down to the bed, still licking her clit gently, until the whimpers turned to soft sighs.
After a time, she drew herself back, and lay down lengthwise on the bed. "Come here," she breathed, and I climbed up to lie beside her.
Yvette turned into her side to face me, right elbow on the bed, propping up her head. She was beautiful in her disarray, hair spilling over her face and around her supporting arm, small hard nipples centering quivering breasts, all three piercings on display. Her face was flushed, her high cheeks damp, but her eyes showed no sign of weariness, but rather suppressed excitement. "That was ver' splendid," she said. "You 'ave much practice, I think."
"Only a little," I replied, not wanting her to think I was a womanizer, even if I might wish I were.
I moved close for a kiss. Yvette gently pushed me into my back and lay partway onto me, then covered my mouth with hers. Our kiss remained languid, full of promise, but not with the need of those we'd shared earlier. Her left hand explored my waist, and I caressed her left breast, toying with her nipple.
Our lips parted, and she rested her head on my shoulder.
"You didn't want to get your nipples pierced, too?"
"Maman does not like this," she touched the side of her nose, "or this," touching her belly. "She does not control my life, but we are close, yes? I 'ave what I wish, and do not upset 'er. Also, I do not think I want these."
I ran my fingers down from her breast to her hips, then inside her thighs. "How does maman feel about this one?"
She grinned. "Maman will never know this."
"It seemed to... give very strong feelings." I caressed the front of her thighs, getting close to her sex.
"Yes," she agreed. "Is ver' sensitive, but not painful. If I make sex without touching it, still it stimulates. If you touch it, it is ver' powerful feeling, and if I self pleasure, it makes this much more possible."
My fingers had reached the soft, moist, edge of her sex. Before I could explore further, though, she reached for my wrist. "Attends," she said, holding my hand in pace as she rolled away from me. Her face still turned to me, she gave me a brief, wicked smile. "I exhibit. Please do not touch."
I drew back my hand and watched her. I was still lying on my back. My cock was beginning to feel like it might stir soon, but for now it lay limply against my thigh.
Yvette also lay on her back, her head turned so that her amber eyes held mine. She ran both hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, then her right hand continued down to the cleft between her thighs.
Her knees drew slightly up and out as she pressed three fingers against her sex and began to circle. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and she continued to squeeze her left breast.
The first change I saw was in her expression. It's hard to describe, but her eyes seemed to become soft, and she looked... hungry is the only word that fits. Her face seemed slightly flushed, and her lips parted.
Her breasts lifted further as her breathing deepened, small nipples erect. I so wanted to touch them, to kiss them...
I had never watched a girl masturbate before. I've seen their growing arousal during sex, I've felt their excitement, I've heard their moans as we made love. Not often, to be fair, but enough to know how it feels to be aroused by a girl's increasing passion.
This was different. I wasn't involved. She was doing it entirely to herself. Except that I was involved, by her gaze holding mine, by her breasts quivering just inches away, and it was turning me on. I felt my cock begin slowly to swell.
She lifted her legs a little further. Her right wrist rested against her lower belly, hand lifted, fingers pressed to her sex moving steadily. Her breathing became heavier, and she made soft sighs with each exhalation.
The sounds of arousal had no language barrier, and they communicated directly to my feelings and to my cock, which straightened further.
Yvette's hips began to move, her belly tightening at each motion. Her firm breasts seemed to quiver, standing out more - or the right one did, at least. I couldn't really tell how the left one was reacting, because she kept squeezing it, even harder. Harder than I would have dared, flattening it and kneading it. I wished she'd let me do the same to the right.
My heart beat hard within me as my own excitement deepened. I felt my cock begin to lift from me as it continued to stiffen.
Her breathing had sped up. "Aww, aww, aww," slipping from her throat with each breath, but sounding increasingly unsteady. Her cheeks glistened, and her back lifted from the bed.
Her belly tensed with each roll of her hips, emphasizing the lift of her firm breasts even more, and her breath caught in her throat. My erection was complete, now, and my own breathing rapid, the erotic effect of her growing arousal so strong.
She parted her knees further, though in all of this time I hadn't seen her change the pace or motion of her fingers against her sex. Her moans were constant now, interrupted by shuddering breaths.
"Embrasse-moi..." she gasped. "Kévin..."
I didn't respond. It sounded like embrace - hug me? I wasn't sure.
"Merde." She tried again. "Kiss me."
"Oh. Yes," I agreed, and rolled towards her.
She groaned loudly as our mouths joined. Her tongue pressed to mine and she panted through her nose. I didn't know if kissing meant that I was allowed to touch her now, but it seemed a good excuse, so I found her right breast and squeezed it hard, moving my fingers and thumb against it as I'd seen her do.
Her hips rose from the bed and she cried out into the kiss. I hadn't closed my eyes, and I saw hers widen. Then, gradually, I saw her face relax, and her body lowered back to the bed.
She pushed my face back, her hand no longer clutching her breast. Her body still seemed to quiver. "I think you like this, yes?"
I caressed her breast lightly. "Yes," I breathed. "It was very exciting."
She pursed her lips, amused eyes holding mine. I felt the moist fingers of her right hand slide under my waist to guide me onto her. "Per'aps you show me 'ow much."
Her legs parted as I moved my body over hers. I found her sex and eased my shaft inside her without trouble, then pressed myself firmly against her. She shivered.
Lying against her, I brushed her hair away from her face, then kissed her ear. "I thought I would feel the piercing."
She shook her head. "It is between us. I feel some when your body is ver' close." She pressed herself against me to demonstrate, then relaxed, and I followed that with my own rocking, giving us a slow, connected motion.
My chest lay on hers, squashing her breasts between us. "Watching you made me very hard," I whispered, "but I don't think I'll be able to come for a long time. If you want to stop before that, it's okay."
"Ah Kévin," she replied, "je crois que je t'aimerai beaucoup."
I didn't know if that was good or bad, but she didn't object, so I kept moving. It was slow, sensual, and intimate. Her hands roamed my body, while mine caressed her hips and waist. When I sought her lips she joined them to mine, making a small sigh of contentment. I felt her feet brush my legs, then wrap around mine.
My fingers curled around the tops of her breasts, caressing lightly. I raised my chest slightly to be able to feel more of them, finding her nipples and stroking them. She drew away from my lips and kissed my shoulder, freeing me to lift myself a little further and pinch her nipples. I heard her breath catch and felt her legs tighten around my thighs.
Cupping both breasts, I lay back down, squashing my hands against them and squeezing. I nibbled her earlobe and heard her groan. I felt her pressing herself harder to me, her legs grasping my thighs close. She began to pant, softly. I pinched her nipples, and she stiffened with a groan, and to my great surprise, I felt a delicious pulsing around my cock as her legs relaxed against me.
"Did you just..." I whispered.
"Oui, mon amoureux," she replied. "It was ver' agreeable."
Her legs lowered to the bed, then she gripped my waist and rolled me onto my back. Taking my head in her hands, she kissed me, passion flowing between us from the moment our lips met. Her hips rocked slowly, and I followed her lead.
When she drew back, we were both breathing heavily. "Kiss my breast," she whispered, lifting herself to her elbows. I followed her orders, both hands kneading her breasts, an inch or two back from the tips, while I licked and suckled her right nipple. The movement of her hips grew stronger, our bodies lifting slightly from the bed as she began to moan. She buried her face in my neck as her orgasm took her, kissing it and whimpering slightly.
We kissed again after that, her body limp atop mine. Eventually she rolled off me. She took hold of my hand and held it tightly.
"Time to stop?" I asked, hoping my disappointment didn't show.
She shook her head. "I need a moment." She panted slightly, from exertion rather than arousal, it seemed. She kept holding my hand, a pleasantly affectionate gesture within our lust.
After a few minutes, she turned to kiss my nose. I stroked her breast lightly. "I think I am refreshed," she said. Then she glanced down my body. "Per'aps this needs refreshing, too?"
My erection had waned somewhat, my cock curling back towards my belly. "I'm sure it will pick up in a moment," I said.
"It will," she agreed, then moved down the bed to crouch over it. She moved her head from side to side, drawing her lovely curls over my shaft, an intimate feeling that made it begin to straighten immediately.
Then she lowered her head and licked the underside. I groaned at the sudden charge. She drew her tongue up, then stopped to circle it around just below the tip. I could feel my cock straightening, becoming absolutely hard.
She didn't stop at that, though. She parted her lips and slipped them over the head of my shaft, then began to nod, her lips and tongue moving rapidly. "Oh, god, Yvette, that feels amazing," I said.
My erection was almost painfully hard, the skin looking to be stretched thin when she stopped. "I 'ate to disappoint," she said, "but I 'ave other plans, yes?"
I nodded. I was pretty sure that if she wanted me inside her it would feel every bit as good as what she was doing. "Yeah," I croaked. "Of course."
She took my hands and drew me off the bed, standing before me. Turning her face up, she kissed me, briefly but passionately, before turning away from me to face the bed, holding my arms wrapped around her. Then she leaned forward, supporting herself with her left hand on the bed, while the right pushed my erection down, between her thighs, before letting it rise into her sex as she positioned herself against it.
"Closer, now," she breathed, and I shuffled forward until I'd impaled her from behind as she leaned forwards on her elbows.
She reached back to move my right hand to her hip, then I lowered my other hand to her left hip, and widened my stance to fit to her height.
Yvette immediately began rocking on her elbows, pushing herself back against me. Using my hold on her hips I assisted her motion, bouncing her against me. It was a gentle, rapid thrusting, which sent waves of feeling into my groin.
She kept moving, not increasing the pace or the motion, and for a little while I thought she wasn't feeling the same level of excitement that I was. Then she cried out, and pushed harder. With my grip on her hips I moved her further from me, taking care not to move her too far and slip out. I felt almost the whole length of my cock exposed at one point, and backed off the size of the stroke slightly, which was hard because the girl was now moving herself powerfully forward and then back against me.
With a loud groan she stiffened, her back arching. She stopped moving herself, but with my hands on her hips, I could keep her body bouncing against my groin, and I was so close...
With a groan of my own I felt my cock tense and begin to spend itself in the tight, warm passage. Yvette was still sighing in pleasure, and even when my own climax waned, she occasionally twitched around me.
My erection didn't outlast my climax for long. I began to slip out of her in seconds. When I did, she turned back to me, her eyes sparkling, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with a satiated intimacy.
She stepped back from the kiss and held my hands. "You will stay the night with me, yes?"
I chuckled. "Of course I will. You already promised Liz."
"Oui, but I 'ope you want to stay."
"I do, Yvette," I said.
"I do not like to sleep nude," she said. "I will be more comfortable with sleep clothes, yes?"
"Of course," I said. "I don't have anything, though."
"I think I 'ave, tee shirt and shorts, if this is good."
"I'll try them," I said. My cargo shorts weren't something I'd be comfortable sleeping in.
I watched her cross to the closet in all her naked glory. She pushed her hair back from her face as she searched a drawer, then turned to toss something to me, giving me a perfect view of her firm breasts and all three piercings. I caught the shirt she threw and unfolded it. It was bigger than anything she'd wear.
"Nickelback?"
"It is a long story," she replied, throwing me a pair of drawstring shorts.
The shirt was a little too large, and the shorts were slightly too small, but I didn't need to tie them tightly, so both worked fine.
Yvette took her clothes to the bathroom, returning in a red satin V-neck top and matching pants.
"If I weren't exhausted, I'd want to tease those right back off," I said. "You look great."
She gave me a genuine smile, and I took my turn in the bathroom. She'd left me an unopened toothbrush - perhaps another long story? - and I returned cleaned and refreshed to find her in bed waiting for me.
She curled up to me when I slipped under the covers. "I do not mind to be naked with you, Kévin, but I do not wish to stick to you while we sleep."
"Good point," I said. "I notice that you don't mind being naked outside, too. You have no tan lines."
"Oui," she agreed. "I am much naked in the sun."
"Where?"
"Oh, that is a great secret, Kévin. Per'aps I tell you one day, when I am too old and wrinkled for you to care."
She turned off the light and I drifted off to sleep with my arm around her.