Chapter 10: The birthday present

It had only been two weeks since I left Villiers and escaped the direct control of my parents. And, maybe not all that surprisingly, I could still notice how their views and attitudes influenced my thinking. It would probably take a lot longer for me to become completely free of their grip on me.

It was easy to deal with the openly declared opinions of my father because I could tell from my own experiences how wrong they were. My mother's influence was more subtle. Her favourite statement was 'What will the people think?' That was her prime concern: not what she thought about something, but what 'the other people', this undefined anonymous mass of individuals, might think.

I had experienced the influence of this concern when I first talked to Roxy about anal sex and later, when Marie saw me naked, kneeling in an unmistakable position on Roxy's bed. Particularly with Marie, I had been terrified by the thought that she might think badly of me, that this young, innocent girl would despise me for being a slut. Well, I needn't have worried.

What was strange about this attitude was that I considered it all-important whether they regarded me a slut, not whether I did. Or, whether I thought being a slut was a bad thing. Because deep down inside, that's what I wanted: to be Ramon's slut.

I went through another attack of the 'what will the people think' syndrome when I prepared myself mentally to follow Roxy's suggestion and buy the present for Ramon in a sex shop.

There had been a brief period when Villiers had its own sex shop, but the 'right minded citizens' of Villiers soon put an end to this episode. The owner demonstrated a certain naivety when he decided to display his goods openly in the shop window. The good citizens promptly had a court order served on him, prohibiting him from displaying goods which could corrupt the children who passed the shop on their way to and from school.

But even after the shop windows had been completely covered with black paint, displaying only the words 'Sex Shop', the defenders of moral standards - my father amongst them - were not satisfied. They mounted a vigil outside the shop and took pictures of anybody entering or leaving. They did not specify what they would do with the pictures, but the implied threat of seeing their 'immoral act' exposed to the public kept most potential customers away. The shop had to close due to lack of business.

Of course, Paris was different. I had noticed a sex shop near the university but decided not to go there. I was afraid I might run into someone who worked or studied at the university and be embarrassed if I met them again later, after the lessons had started.

Instead, I took the metro to Pigalle, an area which showed a certain decline in standards but still had the reputation of being the centre for sex entertainment in Paris, particularly amongst foreign tourists. Shops and other establishments advertised their goods and services in several languages. There were women whose attire and behaviour identified them clearly as street walkers, looking for customers. Several men approached me and asked for my price even though I was conservatively dressed and hadn't done anything to attract their attention.

I passed a few shops but didn't enter any of them, either because they looked a little too sleazy or because there was nobody inside - I didn't want to be the only customer. Eventually, I had to tell myself to stop delaying things and I decided to enter the next shop I'd pass without making any further excuses.

The shop I ended up in was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were several aisles with shelves, where all kinds of magazines, books, videos and other items were displayed. It was almost like a small supermarket. Quite a few customers - as far as I could see, all men - were standing in the aisles examining the products on offer.

I didn't feel like mingling amongst those customers, looking for something I wasn't even sure what it looked like, and possibly receiving some explicit invitation from the male clientele.

"I wonder if you could help me."

The man behind the cash register had his head buried in the sports pages of the daily paper when I approached him. He didn't seem too pleased about the interruption. But when he saw me, his face lit up. 'They probably don't get many blushing teenagers in here', I thought to myself.

"I'm looking for an anal lubricant."

He looked like he was suppressing a grin. "Anal lubricant," he repeated, much louder than necessary. "Male or female?"

"Male or female what?"

"The anus, of course."

"Female." I could feel even more blood rush to my face. "Is there one you can recommend?"

"Well, I don't try all the products we sell here myself," he said with a grin, "but KY is the one we sell most of, so I assume it must be good. Small, medium, large or extra large?"

I thought of Ramon's cock. "Extra large."

"Nadine! Can you get an extra large jar of KY for the young lady here?" he shouted across the shop. By now everybody in the shop had stopped whatever they were doing and was looking in my direction.

A girl in her early twenties arrived with a large jar in her hand. She wore a simple dress made of a material which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I wondered if she had another job in the sex business.

"Is that the only size you have?" I asked when she handed me the jar.

"I thought you had asked for extra large, didn't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the question. I didn't know he had asked what size I wanted."

"What did you think I meant by 'small, medium, large, extra large'?" the man asked, clearly puzzled.

"Oh, I understand," Nadine interrupted with a big smile, "it's him who is extra large."

I was sure my face just got several shades darker. 'The colour of a freshly spanked bottom', as Roxy had called it. The thought made me smile.

"I'll take this one," I said to Nadine. "Can you gift-wrap it for me, please."

"I see, it's a present! Is that all he gets?"

"He also gets a chance to use it," I replied. I had reached the point where I couldn't possibly get any more embarrassed.

"Lucky fellow," she said, giving me the once-over. "I wish I could be there when he unwraps his present."

After I had paid for my purchase, Nadine opened the door for me and wished me good luck.

Ramon's birthday

When the alarm went off, I was on the large bed sucking Ramon's cock, to my left Pablo had his head buried between Mirabelle's thighs while on my right Sylvie was riding Rui's cock. I had had the foresight to set the alarm clock so that we wouldn't miss midnight, the start of a new year in Ramon's life. I, in particular, didn't want to miss the opportunity to give him my present.

The sudden noise caught everybody by surprise, but they soon realised what it was about. We all stopped what we were doing and joined in a heart-felt rendition of 'Happy birthday to you'. I'm sure this was the first time this song was sung to Ramon by five naked friends who just minutes ago had been engaged in serious lovemaking.

Readers may be wondering how we got from my purchase in the sex shop to the tableau on Ramon's bed. Let me fill in the gaps.

Apart from attending Roxy's lessons, having my bottom spanked and buying 'anal lubricant' in a sex shop, I had been busy sending e-mails to Sylvie and Mirabelle and having private conversations with Pablo and Rui.

Because of my sudden departure from Villiers when I moved into my room in Paris without much notice, there wasn't any chance to say farewell to Sylvie and Mirabelle and to follow up on my conversation with Sylvie. But I wasn't moving to the other side of the world; there was always a chance for the occasional visit once I had settled in, and there were the telephone and e-mail to stay in touch.

In one of my messages to Sylvie, I let it shine through that I knew from a reliable source that Rui's performance in bed was quite spectacular and definitely worth a trip to Paris. Mirabelle, on the other hand, revealed an interest in Pablo in one of her messages. She confessed that the reason she had acted like an oversexed nymph on our journey to Villiers was that she had been thoroughly aroused by Pablo. "The way he looked at me and talked to me made me want to take off all my clothes and throw myself at his feet," she said in her e-mail.

But she had just spent a large part of the weekend making love to one man. She couldn't possibly jump into bed with another one on the same day! She felt that even a sexually liberated woman like her had to exercise some moral restraint. Now she was wondering whether she should have followed her instinct. Little did she know that all three men, Ramon, Pablo and Rui, had fucked me repeatedly that day.

I had met both Pablo and Rui a few times since then and had steered the subject of conversation towards my two friends who had stopped by to get a lift to Villiers. Both Pablo and Rui had shown interest in the young women. They had expressed the wish to meet their respective partners again so they could pick up on their conversations.

The only thing which kept these four people from meeting the object of their desire was the distance and a lack of opportunity. I thought I owed it to them to do my part in helping to bring the two couples together. I didn't have any ambitions to create long lasting relationships; that was up to them to decide. I just wanted to create the opportunity for them to try.

And then there was Ramon's birthday coming up. I had asked him casually what he intended to do and how he would like to celebrate his birthday. He always answered that it wasn't really an important date for him. He considered the impending launch of his collection much more important, particularly because it was the result of his hard work and determination.

"There's no merit in getting older, it happens all by itself," he kept saying.

But finally I got him to agree to celebrate his birthday.

"Who are you going to invite?"

"Nobody." He still hadn't fully accepted the idea. "You, of course, but that goes without saying. Maybe Pablo and Rui."

"Are they going to bring their girlfriends?"

"They don't have anybody steady at the moment. And I doubt that their casual acquaintances will be interested in coming to a boring birthday party."

The thought of being on my own with Ramon, Pablo and Rui when I was going to present Ramon with his present made me think of making up for the missed opportunity of having three cocks inside me. I could let Ramon fuck my virgin ass while I took the other two in my pussy and mouth. But the birthday would also make an excellent opportunity to join up my friends with Ramon's friends.

"Would it be okay if I invite Sylvie and Mirabelle, so they don't feel left out?" I asked.

Ramon got suspicious. "Are you trying to be a matchmaker?"

"From what I can tell, they got along very well the one time they met. I thought they deserved another chance."

As soon as Ramon had agreed, I got into contact with Sylvie and Mirabelle and managed to persuade them to accept the invitation. They were a little reluctant at first. They probably figured that this meant staying in Paris overnight and didn't want to appear too easy. I informed them that, apart from the huge bed they had seen, there were two more bedrooms, one of which was set aside for visitors. But I also hinted that they would be able to retire to the guest bedroom whenever they wanted a little privacy.

I had been telling Sylvie and Mirabelle that their respective pretenders had shown a lot of interest in getting to know them better but that they were a little shy by nature and didn't quite know how to make their move. Sylvie had found it hard to believe that Rui was shy. She had almost melted under his look and his words and had been ready to jump into bed with him. The only thing that held her back that day was the fact that she was still recovering from a weekend of sex with Guy.

Likewise, I told Pablo and Rui that their prospective partners were willing but shy, so it would depend on them to make the decisive move.

I had prepared myself for the big event by wearing the butt plug Roxy had given me for almost 24 hours non-stop. I had never worn it for this long and it did get quite uncomfortable towards the end, but I considered it worth the pain. I only removed it when it was time to get myself ready for Ramon's party. I noticed that my hole was red, looking slightly irritated. But I was sure that this would soon disappear.

My preparations seemed to have had the desired effect. As soon as Sylvie and Mirabelle arrived they were caught in a tight embrace by their respective partners, treated to deep, passionate kisses which lasted for several minutes. When the two couples eventually settled down, they engaged in intimate caresses, apparently completely oblivious to what went on around them. It was only a question of time when the first couple would disappear into the guest bedroom.