Chapter 10

Jeanne looked at her elder daughter entwined with the boyfriend she didn't know she had. They certainly looked a handsome couple she thought.

Jean-Claude had a tanned and muscular body for a sixteen year old. His cut-offs showed well contoured calves and a summer's sandal wear had left his feet tanned. The jeans held his backside firmly. His buttocks were muscular and tapered into a narrow waist. When had he got a 'six-pack', Jeanne wondered?

His blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail with an elastic band to show a flawless skin with only a blush of down on his cheeks even at sixteen years of age.

"If I were ten years younger, I might be tempted.", Jeanne thought to herself.

Then she turned her attention to her daughter. Marianne's hair was her most noticeable feature. More light auburn than fiery red, nevertheless, her skin did not tan well, and the contrast between Jean-Claude and her daughter was very noticeable. The one tanned to a golden brown and the other pale by comparison with a familiar quota of freckles that stretched in a band across cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

Casting her eyes lower, Jeanne saw that Marianne's bra was out of shape during this close encounter with Jean-Claude. "I think we will need a trip to get Marianne some new lingerie tomorrow. That bra is not doing Marianne any favours. She will also need a larger cup size if I am any judge! That will make her a 90D (note - size34D in US/UK). I don't know where she got that from in the family!"

Indeed, as Marianne emerged from one embrace, she and Jean-Claude noticed Jeanne's recent interest in their activities and somewhat embarrassed, escaped and went slowly upstairs arm in arm. That bra very quickly ended up on the bedroom floor amongst her other clothes, as one might expect. Her breasts were firm for a girl who had a more than adequate bust. Her breasts were both pale and freckled even though Jeanne's family spent much of the summer nude...

At present those breasts were being compressed between her and Jean-Claude's chest. They continued to kiss fervently, but Jean-Claude's hands were racing through her hair and over her face and neck and back. He kissed her eyelids and neck, ran his tongue over her earlobes. He thought in passing, of giving Marianne a hickey, but knew it would show too much on her pale skin and he couldn't bear to mutilate her.

Marianne, for her part, was enraptured by the kisses and fondles but knew from self exploration over the years that the area she really needed to be kissed and fondled was her perineum; that short strip of skin between vulva and anus that is often ignored, but in her was super sensitive along with the skin around her anus. When Jean-Claude held both orbs of her bottom in his hands Marianne wiggled her buttocks in anticipation, but Jean-Claude did not have the confidence to push the thong aside and use his fingers where Marianne most wished them to be.

In fact it was almost a relief to Marianne when Jean-Claude's mother was on the phone and he was called home. "That boy was good, but needed educating!", she said to herself.

A quick kiss at the door and an agreement to go cycling again tomorrow and Jean-Claude was off on his bike into the evening gloom.

"What was that all about" Jeanne asked her daughter. "You have known him for years; and now this!"

"I don't know. I really don't. Something happened on our ride. Perhaps it was his muscles as he cycled, or something in our sweat; but we just seemed to click. He just seems to be so right all of sudden. I cannot explain it, but I feel absolutely exhausted from all the emotions pouring through me. I think I would have torn what was left of his clothes off if his mother hadn't phoned."

"I imagine you are meeting up again,", Jeanne joked.

"Yes, we are going riding again tomorrow morning before it gets too hot."

"Be careful, and don't get into a situation that is too much for you." Jeanne said with concern in her voice.

"No, Maman, I will be careful. I need a shower right now. I stink!"

"That is what exercise does for you" Jeanne said laughing.

Jean-Claude cycled home overjoyed, but perplexed. His hormones had provided all the motivation of the afternoon he though, but now he had a time to think, and he didn't know what to think! He seemed to have a very passionate girlfriend now. He hadn't the faintest idea that that was going to happen. Odd... Nice... No, not nice... Bloody marvellous! But still odd!

Roll on tomorrow morning.

Sleep eluded all three for some time, but eventually the morning came and Marianne was really careful with her hygiene if she was to 'educate' Jean-Claude. She knew it was a high risk strategy, but if he was to be her boyfriend then they would each have to learn the things that turned the other on.

So, it was at 8.30am, when the sun had been beating down on the vineyards for at least an hour, that Jean-Claude arrived on his bike.

"I thought you were never coming." Marianne said with some urgency in her voice. "I am ready, are you?"

"There was just time for a quick "Au revoir, Maman." And they were off.

After some while, perhaps getting on for an hour, Marianne was getting perplexed. "Where was that valley?"

Then as if it had appeared magically, the familiar dry stone wall appeared round a corner and the two teens propped up their bikes and climbed over the wall. Once over, they ran quickly down the grassy slope to the flat area next to the rill that continued to chuckle as before.

Marianne lay back on the turf looking at the sun shining through the gaps in the leafy canopy, then got up and had a drink and lay down again not quite knowing where to start.

Jean-Claudewas equally unsettled. He stretched over his partner and gave her an uneasy kiss on the lips, but Marianne was far away in her thoughts, so Jean-Claudejust took off his shirt and lay back on it in the warm sunshine.

At this point Marianne seemed to have reached a decision, and sat up again and grasped her knees. She began...

"I don't know what came over us yesterday. I felt emotions I didn't know I could feel and yet it was strangely unsatisfying. I am trying to decide whether to tell you my feelings or not."

Jean-Claude sat up and looked across at the angst ridden girl. "Say what you want; I don't shock easily. Anything you want that will give pleasure, then I will try to help."

"That's sweet of you." She said. "Please remember, I do not want to drive you away, but if our relationship is to develop, then I must tell you about me."

"Have you ever heard of rimming" She said quietly, almost whispering.

"No, I don't think I have." was the perplexed reply.

Marianne looked a little more uncomfortable and continued to speak. " Many women (and men) find that lips and breasts and even earlobes are very sensitive. If a partner uses lips and tongue on them then they become easily aroused. Obviously the end of your penis is very sensitive and my clitoris is the same, but I think I am different from many women in finding that there is another part of my body that gives me an even greater thrill. That is the area between my vagina and anus, and the area immediately round my anus and just inside it. That is the area that is stimulated when one person rims another."

Jean-Claude looked a little flushed. "I think I could touch you there if you would enjoy it."

"I wouldn't only 'really' enjoy it. It drives me absolutely wild. I am sorry to say that most of the loving you gave me was really special, but after a while I was just hoping beyond hope that you would pull my thong aside and do what I had been waiting so desperately. It never happened and I felt very let down last night. That wasn't your fault; I hadn't had the time to explain to you what I needed beyond anything else."

"One final thing though", she said, looking down at the ground; "Rimming is good with a finger or two moistened in my vagina, but it is absolutely fantastic with a moist tongue!. If you could help me I would make it worth your while.", she said smiling. Then if, to emphasise her promise, she stripped off, then knelt before Jean-Claude; kissed him full on the lips. Then she undid the button at his waist and with his help, removed the last garment that separated them.