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.

I looked into her eyes and said, “The first of many, my love.” I was getting closer to needing that box of condoms.

The next week, we boarded a small Mediterranean cruise ship for a week-long trip through the Greek Islands. This is where the old Katie, I hate to use that term, always said she wished I had taken her cherry. My small cabin was at the waterline on the port side and there were four guys in it. We almost had enough room to change our minds inside it. Katie’s cabin was on the same level on the other side of the ship. Her cabin was the same size as ours, but it only had two beds, and the crybaby Teresa was still her roommate. Fortunately, Katie from my old life had told me how her roommate was afraid of becoming seasick, so she stayed on deck, only coming into the cabin to quickly change clothes and leave again until nighttime. With cabins on the waterline, needless to say, you could not open the porthole, but while the ship was moving through the water, half the time the porthole was underwater, the other half above, so the room was bathed in blue, then white light. As soon as breakfast was over on our first day at sea, her roommate changed into her bikini and went on deck to sunbathe and gossip about boys. She was finally happy. She was going to be home in 6 days. I knocked on Katie’s cabin door and slipped inside. She had just come out of the shower and was wearing one of my old T-shirts that she had borrowed several weeks earlier to sleep in. Boy, was she hot. I took the turban of a towel off of her head, wrapped my arms around her, and we were off to the races. First, it was ten minutes of kissing her beautiful kitty cat lips, warming her up. Then I moved to her ears, then to her neck, and finally to the hollow of her throat. It helped that I knew all of Katie’s little hot spots. She was breathing in short gasps. I was rubbing my hands over her tits, and lightly squeezing her nipples between my fingers. I slipped my hand under my T-shirt and started rubbing flesh to flesh until I lifted the shirt over her head belly button so that I could lick and suck on those beautiful nipples. She was wearing panties under my T-shirt, so I worked myself down her belly, stopping for a short lick of her ticklish bellybutton, and continued to her mound. The panties were soaking wet, and the fragrance of her hot pussy was driving me wild, but I continued to take my time. I licked and sucked her through her panties, with her holding two handfuls of my blond hair all the time. When I sat up to pull her panties down, she lifted her backside to help me without being asked. I could tell she was nervous and didn’t know what to do because her legs went back together as soon as her panties were off of her feet. I didn’t want to scare her, so I didn’t move them, just went back to licking and kissing her mound, through her thin fine pussy hair. As she heated back up, she slowly parted her knees and I kept working my tongue into everything I could reach. Finally, her knees were spread east and west like a butterfly, and I had full access to her pleasure zone. I did to her exactly what I did to her in our other life, by licking her from top to bottom and ignoring her clit, until seconds before she exploded. I locked my lips on her clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, her hips shot off the bed and I had to hang on for dear life as she screamed her joy, at the height of her orgasm, I plunged my index finger into her vagina, painlessly splitting her cherry, made my finger in a “come here” motion so that I could rub her G spot. Her orgasm peaked again, even higher and her legs trapped my head, just where I wanted it to be. Finally, completely out of steam, her hips hit the bed and her knees flopped open as she gasped for air.