Chapter 3

Again, the conspiracy to keep us apart continued in Paris. We were on different buses and different tours for the entire three days in the City Of Lights, and I only got to see her from across the dining room at our evening meals. After three days, we boarded trains and headed south for our school in Vichy, France, along the Allier River. Vichy was a beautiful old city, and few of the inhabitants spoke English. We lived on the grounds of a university and went to school over a bakeshop in the middle of town. Transportation was provided via bicycle. The first Saturday there, I invited several people from the California group to go on a road trip with me, and I included Katie. We stopped by the market in town, where we bought wine, cheese, hard bread, and summer sausage, put everything in the baskets of our bikes, and took off for the countryside. We rode down country roads, surrounded by vineyards, pastures, and fields. I’m a country boy, so I felt right at home there. After hours and hours of pedaling, we found a tree sitting beside a stream overlooking a valley. It was the perfect place for a picnic. The mist from the stream made the welcome shade more inviting. We sat under the tree, where I pulled out my trusty Boy Scout pocket knife to cut the cheese, bread, and sausage, and we ate our traditional French food, talked, and laughed. We were lost and we didn’t care.

Because the group was mostly of California kids, Katie sat beside me. After the last of the wine was gone, four bottles, we laid back and watched the clouds move across the sky. Katie laid her head on my shoulder as we looked up. Small steps. I knew she was going to fall in love with me, but she just didn’t know it yet. We missed dinner in the cafeteria that night, so we stopped in town and ate dinner in a nice little sidewalk bistro. When I walked her to her room, I thanked her for a great day and said that I would like to see her again. I said goodnight, leaned over, and gave her a little kiss on the lips. I turned and walked away, as she stood paralyzed on the spot by the kiss. She had not realized we were on a date until that moment, but I did.

I continued to see Katie every evening in Vichy. Near the end of our stay there, I decided I needed to be prepared when the time was right, so one afternoon I headed into town in search of a pharmacy. I needed to buy condoms, but I still couldn’t speak French. I found a small family place that had a man behind the counter. I waited until there were no other customers in the store and approached him. He didn’t speak a word of English. I ended up drawing a picture of a dick with a rubber on it and some balls. He thought it was funny and took me to the shelf offering me a box of 12. I put the box back and picked up a box of 24, paid him, and left as quickly as I could with him holding my drawing and laughing behind me as I left.

Next stop, Rome. Katie and I toured all the historical places together, always walking together hand in hand, and in the evenings when we could be alone, we kissed passionately and often. She never left with dry panties, and I had a hard-on that could break bricks, which she could feel.

Athens is hot, and the weather is too. It was here that Katie reached into my shorts for the first time to hold my cock. It was a first for her. Since I go commando, she had no problem finding what she wanted. Her only surprise was to find me clean-shaven. This was not normal for guys in the 70s, but I liked how it felt in my old life, and Katie loved playing with me and giving me blowjobs without getting hair in her mouth. I rubbed the outside of her panties, found her hard little clit, and rubbed it just like she used to like it. She gasped, went rigid, and stopped breathing just like she used to, nearly squeezing my cock in two and I knew she had just experienced her first orgasm. I kept kissing her neck and ear until she started breathing again. “Wow, what was that?” she breathlessly questioned.