Chapter 4

I didn’t see Emmanuel for a couple of days. It hurt.

I knew what she was; she’d been very honest about herself. It hurt anyway, I was falling in love with her even though I knew I’d better not.

There was another woman, also Asian, staying nearby and she made it clear that she was interested. She was a little older, darker, very sexy with long straight black hair, highly slanted eyes, and high cheekbones.

I sat on my veranda, considering my move. I’d never had much luck with women before this, I wasn’t used to having to choose.

I’d just decided to ask out the neighbor, when Emmanuel came bouncing up the track to my house in a long skirt, her curly hair filling the atmosphere with fun.

“Bonjour!” she exclaimed, “Are you alone? I told you to find a girlfriend!”

I told her I’d nearly invited someone, but didn’t.

“Why not?” she asked.

“I was hoping you’d come back.” I admitted.

She frowned and looked away; then she looked at me seriously, which was sort of funny.

“You mustn’t fall in love with me.” She said for the hundredth time. “My flight back to France is in three days. My life is full and there is no place for you.”

“Yes, yes.” I agreed. “Want to come inside?”

She grinned; “Oui, Oui!” she laughed.

An hour later we were satiated, and we lay in bed as she relaxed against me with her head on my shoulder as I stroked her lithe little body with my fingertips.

“Claude, the old man I met in the field; I stayed with him for some time after.

Living with Claude in the big house was strange for me, and very erotic because of the big difference in our ages.

I enjoy being naked and Claude also enjoyed seeing me like that in his house. But it made him nervous when I went naked in the garden or swimming in the pool, even though there was a high wall and no one would see me there.

He is a man who looks better with clothes on, as he is rather fat and hairy. I like his eyes, which are kind; his hands, which are strong but soft. His face, which is quite handsome, and his penis, which is beautiful and, well, fairly large.

Also, his testicles are very funny. They hang far down between his legs, loose and hairy. I never had a lover with such testicles, and I found that I liked to hold them and play with them.

He had many stories, and I enjoyed lying in bed with him as he stroked my body with his soft hands, talking to me in his gruff voice as I played with his penis and funny hairy balls.

He showed me how he liked me to play with his penis, sometimes squeezing it and other times stroking it lightly. If it would become soft, I would even take it in my mouth for a short time. I hadn’t realized that there was so much more to learn about penises.

Sometimes, he just looks at me. His old eyes follow me around his house, and I dance a little bit and laugh because it’s a bit funny and erotic to be naked and young with him. Oh, and after I feel his eyes on me for too long, I want his hands on me again, and then I want him to kiss me and well, you know how I am.

His age is the problem; I love him I think, almost as I love Marc and Didier. And Jean, and, um ... you.

But Claude has a house, and he wants me to live there with him; is that terrible of me? To choose share his bed because it’s such a comfortable bed?

I always come when he makes love with me. But I always come with you too, and Didier and Marc and Jean.

I just don’t know if I can give myself to one man, any man. Even though, well, he’s a great lover and his penis is really very nice, and I like it when he’s on top of me all hairy and strong!

He bought clothes for me, at first I didn’t want him to do that, because I like to make my own money and buy my own things, and when a boy buys expensive things for me I feel like I owe him my love, and I want my love to be free. I love to love free; but Claude said the clothes were not for me, they were for him; he loved to see me in some extravagant dresses and shoes.

I think he was just trying to trick me, and anyway I’m a natural girl and I love a good tree more than a Chanel dress, even though the Chanel dress is quite nice too.

We made love in the kitchen, in the bath, on the sofa and in his big bed. We made love slowly, we made love fast; we even did it standing up! Claude was very inventive, and not at all shy about things when we were alone.

I liked it best on my back with my legs spread though, since that is the most intimate. His big body fits nicely between my thighs, and his penis goes deep inside like that, which feels so good. It’s a little bit frightening you know, to have a man on top with his penis inside.

He is a kind man, and that is the important thing. I guess I learned to love him a little, as happens after some time when you share orgasms together. I liked to look at his face as we did it, studying his deep lines and wrinkles, his smile of pleasure as his penis went into me. I like his smell, even when he would sweat with the effort of pleasing me. His skin is very white, but that suites him somehow.

And when he stiffens and ejaculates inside me, he makes a small choking sound which I find very sweet, and I always enjoy feeling his semen enter me.

I don’t like taking a man in my mouth, but Claude insisted that a girl should do this for her lover, and I was reminded of Emmanuelle in the movie who had to respect her older lover/teacher. So I did as he asked and took him in my mouth. To be honest, I still don’t like it; I’m always afraid of the choking.

Claude would look at me with such adoration that I accepted him. Also, it made him very hard, so he could do it more often, like a young man, like you. So you see I still have some things to learn.

He also wanted to shave the hair off my groin.

“But you know I am a natural girl!” I laughed at him.

“You wouldn’t like it if I had hair all over my face.” He argued, “Do it for me.”

I was there to learn, so I agreed after a time. It felt very funny to have no hair on my vagina, but it was actually quite nice to make love without hair.