Chapter 3

The fact that Heloise’s grip started to cut off Andrew’s circulation as they got closer to his room was not lost on him. She was still walking quickly but she was clearly conflicted. He got her into his room, let her sit in the chair while he sat on the bed.

“Okay, now that you have stopped crushing my hand, are you okay? Would you like to get a cab home?”

She came over and sat beside him.

“No. I am just being stupid. I was wondering how thorough this semi-ravishing would be.”

She giggled.

“I am worried I won’t be ravished enough.”

Heloise threw her arms up and jumped on top of Andrew, pushing him back. Her lips had just a trace of the liqueur cocktail from the bar still there. Andrew pressed against them, tasting her, tasting that one last cocktail, his tongue teasing them apart. He lost himself in her lips, the softness of them, and closed his eyes to the world and focused on them. Heloise’s tongue slipped into his mouth, running over his teeth, flitting her and there. Andrew’s hands snaked round to her dainty bum and cupped it firmly, squeezing her cheeks and grinding her hips against him. Her hands came and caressed his head as she held him tight, her fervour and desire evident in the way her hips swayed against him, no resistance to his dick pressing against her. They lay on the bed, kissing and grinding against each other for several minutes, letting the tension between them build. They parted to get some air and Heloise groaned in his arms.

“Merde, I am so horny. You have me so worked up.”

Andrew rolled her onto her back before sitting up.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

No sooner was the sentence out Heloise’s mouth than Andrew’s fingers were at her belt, undoing it and her trouser button at the same time. He grabbed the waistband of everything and pulled them down her legs, knickers and all, the trousers turning inside out as he pulled. An annoying 15 seconds of comedy ensued as he tried to get her shoes off with her trousers tangled up around them but eventually Heloise was lying naked from the waist down on the bed. Looking stunned and a little embarrassed.

With a smile Andrew parted her legs and kissed his way up those insanely long legs. By the time he was passed her knee he could smell her arousal. There was no shyness, no false modesty. Heloise was primed and ready. Slipping his hands under her, onto her bum cheeks, Andrew licked delicately, with just the tip of his tongue, along her lips. Heloise had a small pussy, the smallest he had ever seen. It was why sex had been so painful a year ago. It was a physiological thing, her sex organs, although fully developed were just small and tight. With some women that first lick, from taint to clit, is long and you get a sense and taste of the woman’s pussy juice. With Heloise that was not possible. It was more delicate movements, more finesse, doing everything on a smaller and, to his mind, more difficult scale.

Although the task was different than normal Andrew was determined to make this as memorable for Heloise as possible. His tongue found her clit, ripe and ready for him. Time lost any meaning for the next little while. Andrew’s world was between Heloise’s thighs. And he was pure scientist. He knew what worked for other women and so it was now time to gauge the response from Heloise to his tongue. It took a few minutes to realise that she needed sustained strong pressure on her clit to finally get to orgasm. He was a little uncomfortable as she pulled his head into her pussy and demanded that he squeeze harder but repeated entreaties to him finally got her over the top.

There are orgasms that can catch you unaware, they just suddenly sneak up on you, sometimes they surprise even the woman as well. This was not one of those ones. It felt like Heloise was on the brink of orgasm for 30 seconds, a lot of ‘right there’, ‘don’t stop’ and an endless stream of ‘oui’ had her twitching and shivering in his arms. This was not thrashing around, it was delicate and feminine and just suited Heloise. If there was such a thing as an elegant orgasm, that was it. Andrew lay still between those long legs, waiting for her to recover. She was not Helena but she came back to earth fairly quickly. And then he pounced.

Andrew slipped the middle finger of his right hand into her, a tight but comfortable fit. Her cry of ‘Oh Andrew’ was cut off as he circled the roof of her vagina, feeling for that little rough patch of skin. It was slightly further forward than he was used to but upon feeling the rougher skin Andrew started a tapping cadence on it and returning his lips to her clit. Heloise’s second orgasm was anything but elegant. Her hips were off the bed and his head was trapped between her thighs. Heloise pushed Andrew’s head away and flopped down onto the bed, panting from the unexpected physical exertion. He pulled himself up the bed and lay beside her, still dressed, incongruously, from the waist up.

“That second one, wow. I have never felt like that before, what did you do?”

“Caressed your g-spot, with my finger. With most women when you do that and play with their clit, the orgasm is more intense than normal.”

“That’s for sure.”

Heloise sat up and pulled off her sweater and blouse giggling as she slipped under the covers naked.

“You need to lose some clothes Andrew.”

A minute later she was draped over his left hand side, her head on his shoulder.

“I have become afraid to get close to men recently. Too many sleazy guys, photographers, models, guys around the edge of the industry. That is where Manon had the right idea, setting me up with you, someone who has no idea who I am, or who I was, and isn’t immediately trying to use me to get something for themselves. Even tonight you are gentle and giving and you just blew my mind. I take a lot from you. Intimacy, satisfaction, even making you model. Here you are, only doing modelling because I have asked you, well me and an ever expanding collection of women.”

“It is a life experience Heloise. Putting aside the absurdity of being naked with so many hot women, it is a chance to see behind the curtain. And the truth is I have long holidays from university and most students get a job during the breaks. Mine is just a little more, well naked, than most.”

“It all starts on Tuesday. You will be famous, on television across Europe.”

“It is an odd circumstance, which I don’t think I fully appreciated even in December. But it is the women who are famous, the women who get paid several times more. I doubt that there will be much of a fuss over me, it will be you, and Joelle and Chiara that will get the deserved plaudits.”

“Maybe that is right, it is true about the publicity and the money. But don’t underestimate your hidden power Andrew. Because you have nothing to compare it to, your shoots went very smoothly compared to most that I have been on. Manon was right about your creative streak. You have good ideas and it makes the set calm and a fun place to work. I heard Veronique compliment you to Ms. Raymonde. One thing is to consider who you are working with, and who you may want not to work with. You asked me about Chiara as an agent and you talked about just dealing with a lawyer over the contract. But having an agent could allow you some say over the other models on the shoots. There will be more than 50 women over the next two and a half years. You are not going to like all of them. There will be some who were like Chiara that evening before the shoots and who you will not be able to seduce into compliance.”

“Seduce. Hah. I don’t think so. She had to cry, fake tears mind, to get me to forget her behaviour.”

“Oh Andrew, you idiot. Chiara is happier than she has been in more than a year. She is going to an extended career because of what you suggested. She is having dinner with you tomorrow night and is going to come here and thank you repeatedly.”

He looked in amazement at her calm face.

“Andrew, you are my friend, my closest male friend. A generous friend as you just showed. I love you but we are never going to be together, and, well I am not possessive. Just as Abigail was not possessive with you in December. Chiara and I have talked about you and she was open about wanting to take you to bed and thank you for everything. I will be in Ajaccio, so who am I to complain. You are not mine, and my love for you, the way I feel about you, will not change because you sleep with Chiara Zellicotti. And being with her will not change how you think and feel about me. Now one night we might both want you and then who knows.”

She giggled and kissed him.

“I should have filmed the look on your face.”

Andrew was stunned, by the casual acceptance of it as much as anything. Once again, he appeared not to have any say in what was going on in his life. Heloise one night, Chiara the next, who the heck knew on Tuesday.

“Are you upset?”

“No, just taken aback. I didn’t realise that Chiara was so grateful, and how she wanted to thank me. And although I understand and agree with your thoughts about us, I was surprised at the casual way of passing me around.”

“No not passing you around, just not being possessive. I am just presuming that you will succumb to her charms tomorrow. Two adults without ties who can bring each other pleasure.”

Heloise stifled a yawn and looked at him guiltily.

“We don’t have to be anywhere in the morning. Will you let me sleep now and it can be your turn in the morning?”

Andrew didn’t even pretend to claim that she didn’t need to reciprocate. 10 minutes of clean up in the bathroom and they were back in bed. They spooned like he promised and his last memory was Heloise holding his hand to her tiny tit, her nipple grazing the palm of his hand.

As always, he was awake long before the woman in his bed, only Suzanne had become acclimatised to waking early with him. He exercised quietly and then left the room for his morning run. The hotel did not have a pool so he ran longer that morning, endless laps round the Tuileries. Andrew thought about the upcoming day, about Heloise and Chiara, about him, and women, sex, he thought about many things. He never missed a chance to overthink something. Everything with women seemed complicated right now. Suzanne was an ache that he was trying to deal with; Helena was confusing not just with the two of them but with her desire to experiment sexually with Abi; who knew what was going to happen with her and/or Abi next term. And now Heloise and Chiara on top of it. Andrew shook his head as he ran on that miserable Paris morning; he was a slut, there was no doubt about that, but he was a confused slut. Andrew and his first world problems!

Once again it appeared that a beautiful woman wanted to sleep with him and he had made no effort to get to this situation. Sure he had been kind and supportive and all those things back in December but Andrew had not done that with any expectation of a thank you fuck. In Chiara’s case, far from it. He reflected on his dating and sexual history. It was one long series of women coming on to him. The only time Andrew had deliberately set out to seduce a woman had been Judy Stein, that memorable day in London a couple of years earlier. Rather than the hunter, he was more often the hunted. He wondered what that said about him. Well other than being a lucky bastard, but aside from the obvious.

The squeal of ‘Andrew!’ as he slipped his cold hand onto Heloise’s warm body made him laugh and he scooted through to the bathroom to escape the torrent of abusive French being thrown at him. He stood in the shower washing the sweat off himself and warming up when a very miffed French lady flounced into the bathroom. It took many kisses and caresses, now with suitably warm hands to melt his frosty bedmate but Andrew wasn’t complaining about his penance.

“To think I used to like you. What a way to wake up.”

Heloise shivered despite the warm water cascading over them. There is nothing like fooling around in a hotel room shower, the endless hot water an indulgence. When they were sufficiently waterlogged they stepped out of the shower and after they were dry Heloise led Andrew back to the bed and had him sit at the end while she kneeled in front of him. Tucking herself partially under the bed, she was able to look him in the eye as she kissed and licked his straining dick. Heloise did not have the range of facial expressions of Helena but there was real emotion in the way that she looked at him. And it was enthusiasm over technique, this was not a rote return of the favour from the night before. He felt his body start to react to her tongue, to her long, slender fingers gently rolling his scrotum, to the memory of her body all night as he cuddled against her. Heloise felt his balls tighten in her hand and her eyebrow rose for a second. Andrew leaned back closing his eyes and let her drain him dry. He could feel her finger on his pubic muscle at the base of his balls as it pulsed repeated, it was as if she was counting the blasts with her fingertip. Andrew’s arms gave out and he slumped back onto the bed. Rather than climb on him Heloise cleaned her teeth before coming back to the bed. She nudged him to get on the bed properly before lying along him, the only woman who really fit. Andrew allowed the world back into view and looked at her striking face.

“I should have teased you more for that cold hand this morning.”

Her cheerful mood turned pensive.

“I like sex, I miss sex but I worry about the man being too big.”

Every man on the planet worries about being not big enough and Andrew had found the one woman who worried about them being too big. That fried his circuits right there.

“I was looking at you, thinking about you in the shower, remembering last year, I wanted you to fuck me so badly. But you, you are too big.”

Her sigh was heartfelt.

“How do I find out if a man is not too big?”

Not a conversation Andrew ever imagined having. And it had nothing to do with sex. Heloise was lonely, suspicious and mistrustful of most people, especially men. She wanted someone who treated her like Andrew did but where there was time to see if there was something more to the relationship.

“Do they have sex shops in Paris?”

His out of the blue question had her speechless for a moment.

“Eh, yes. Up round Pigalle.”

“Will they be open today?”

“I have no idea, why do you care.”

“Get dressed, we are going shopping. Hat, scarf, sunglasses.”

It took a bit of coaxing to get Heloise dressed but they were on the 12 line of the Metro heading north without too much delay. It was only when they stepped into the middle of the main street through the red light district that she started to realise he was serious.

“Andrew, what are we doing?”

“We are going shopping for you.”

What was Heloise thinking? She sounded exasperated, embarrassed and amused. The percentages fluctuated from moment to moment. The main drag through the area was a large boulevard and the Metro access was in the middle. Looking both right and left Andrew could see a fair way down the street. Several sex shops had lights on over to their left so he headed towards one that looked not too sleazy. Heloise had a firm hold of his hand and had her scarf so far up over her face she looked more like a bank robber than a customer. Andrew’s third experience of entering a sex shop was like the other two. A bored employee at the front counter and two or three lonely pervs wandering the aisles. Heloise was now trying to crush the bones in his hand she was squeezing so tight. They found the extensive vibrator section and he discovered to his immense amusement that the French word for dildo is ‘gode’. Too many jokes and a fantastic gag gift for the Christian Union for their secret Santa. Moving quickly past the anatomically grotesque end of the selection there was a display of several very thin models. Heloise had accepted this trip with remarkably little fuss, she just needed a supporting hand, a little push to visit somewhere that had intrigued her for a long time.