“You have a beautiful chest, Gastien. Your chest and your arms, they are quite muscular. It makes me want to run my hands all over you.”
He smiled at her. “Lots of farm work growing up, Nath. Muscles get developed, I guess. You will get your chance to touch. Be patient.”
As he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down, he realized he would need to get his feet out somehow. Damn it! Why did men have clothes that were so hard to get out of without assuming clumsy positions? He decided to try to lift one leg at a time and pull. Gastien lost his balance. He ended up jumping around like a lunatic anyway.
Nathalie tried not to laugh, but he looked so ridiculous jumping around…then their eyes met again. They both burst out laughing.
“Nath, I am a man. I am not very good at this I guess.”
“You were doing fine, chére. Sit down on the chaise to take them off.”
He did so, rising from the seat to stand again. Blushing, he admitted, “I have fenced for years, but one would never know it with that show of grace.”
“Ah, the national pastime of French males! Foil or épée?” Nath asked. That also must have helped build his fine physique.
“Foil and sabre for balance and quickness. Épée for strength and endurance. As you can see, the practice for balance fully paid off tonight.”
Nath laughed kindly. “You are nervous about being watched while undressing. That is normal.” She changed the subject to help him forget his clumsiness. “You must have a distinct advantage in fencing with your size. You are quite tall.”
“I am 5’ 10”. I guess that is quite tall for a man. It does pay off when thrusting.”
“Hmmmm…we will see in just a little while,” she said, eyes sparkling.
“Well, not in that kind of thrusting, I meant in….oh, hell, I am rambling. Just let me finish undressing!”
As he lowered his underwear, he turned his back to her. “The scars…I want you to see them. They were a birthday present from my father on my sixteenth birthday. End of subject. We can move on, all right?” he implored tensely.
“Oui, we can move on. The scars are a thing of the past, Gastien. Show me what you have for me in the present.“
He stepped out of his undershorts. The hair on his chest was dark and full. It extended vertically in a thick line down the stomach to his pubic area. That area was plush with more dark hair as were the very upper tops and insides of his thighs. He was fully erect again and walked over to the bed. She reached out to take him into her hand.
Stroking the length, she said huskily, “You are a very handsome man, Gastien. Extremely well built, very masculine. It appears you lied to me, though. I do believe you are longer than you told me in the restaurant. This has to be at least eight inches long!”
“Well, I did not want to disappoint you,” he said, as he played with her hair.
“There is no chance for that. Come to bed, darling.”
He slid in beside her. The feel of the satin sheets was unlike anything he had ever experienced against his naked body. He wanted to just move around in them for hours. Instead he lifted himself up on one elbow. “Nath? I know we don’t know each other well, yet I think I can trust you to be a good friend and a great sex partner.”
“Gastien, oui. You can trust me for both. What is it?”
He thought a minute, biting his lip. “Don’t laugh.”
“Well, now that you ask me not to laugh, it makes me want to. But certainly I will try not to,” she said softly.
“Remember that I promised I would make it up to you after coming so quickly the first time?”
“Oui.”
“Well, I meant it. Let me explain further. I very much want to learn how to really please a woman. I don’t mean just pleasure myself and maybe she comes along for the ride. I want to know how to drive a woman crazy, like a woman can do to a man.” He glanced at her and then looked down. He whispered, “Will you teach me everything that a woman wishes a man would do to her, Nath? I would appreciate that very much.”
Nath was stunned. Never had a man asked about her pleasure! She sometimes forced them to pleasure her, but in the end all they ever cared about was the pleasure they took for themselves. “Of course I will Gastien, but why would you care? I don’t think there is a man alive who cares what women want. Men feel that women never need to enjoy sex. They think sex is a gift for men only.”
Gastien sighed. “I don’t care what other men think, Nath. I heard my father force my mother almost every night for eighteen years. I promised myself I would always make sure a woman wanted me and got enjoyment from the act. I want women to know when they have been in bed with Gastien Beauchamp. I want to make them wish that they could come back for more.” He looked up to see if she was laughing.
She wasn’t. “I never thought I would hear a man ask that in all of my life. I would be more than happy to teach you, Gastien! By the time we are done tonight, you will know what I doubt less than one percent of men in the world know right now. Women will be yours for the asking.”
All the women in the world prayed to hear the words he had just spoken. She thought that women who slept with Gastien in the future would be very lucky ladies. It would not be long before men were getting pressure put on them to learn more. It would be high time!
He reached out and caressed her face. “Merci.”
Then she did laugh. “Non, Gastien. I say merci! The whole of womankind thanks you! Let’s get started.”
Throughout the night, Gastien was her student. She started with kissing, teaching him that devouring a mouth was good in some cases, but sometimes, you needed to let a kiss start as a whisper and build steam. She taught him that kisses can happen in other places besides a mouth and a conne.
Nath showed him parts of the body that responded to touches and rubs. She taught him how to use his tongue on nipples, on ears, on the back. She taught him how to suck and bite on toes to make a woman crazy, how to run a tongue along an instep, biting the arch.
Then she moved his face down to her chatte. He began to use his mouth hungrily. Nath gently pushed his face away. “Let me teach you about the anatomy of a woman down there, chére. It is not all the same. There is one special place that you can tease with your lips, your tongue, your teeth and your fingers. Do you see when I spread myself the part that looks like a rosebud?”
Gastien touched it with his tongue. “Is that it?” he questioned innocently. Nath sucked in her breath.
“Oui,” she gasped. “That is it. That is where our orgasm comes from most times. Men don’t know that. They selfishly think just their bite in us is enough. We need friction there. If we are not getting it from the penis or your pubic area, then use your fingers while you are using your bite inside. Or tell the woman to. She is embarrassed to do it in front of a man, but if given permission she will gladly do it.”
He touched the rosebud with a finger, then rubbed. He noticed as he played with it that it got bigger and Nath got wetter. Nath whispered, “Now, use your mouth down there again, but this time, be creative. Don’t just ravage me! Open the rosebud with your tongue. Use your teeth gently. Suck the lips with your lips. Suck the bud. Make me squirm, but maintain your composure until you can see I am insane. Then, you can devour me.” He did as he was told. He was very, very good with his tongue. As she writhed, he got the message when it was time to get more intense. Finally, he could wait no longer.
“I want to be in you now, Nath,” he begged.
“Oui. But this time, let me direct you. There is a spot deep inside that for some women will also be very sensitive, creating orgasm. When you are fully in, take some time to move it around instead of getting carried away. I will tell you when you find it. Pay attention to how it feels and what angle you are at. Then you will know how to find it whenever you want to.” He slid in. When he was as deep as he could go, he started to rotate his hips slowly. “There! Oh, oui, right there. Push yourself more against me.”
“I am already all the
way in,” said Gastien, embarrassed. Was he not large enough after all?
“Oui, but you can apply pressure by pressing your pubic bone deep against me. This has nothing to do with length, but with pressure.”
As he did, she responded by wrapping her legs around him. “The rest you know by instinct. When to slow up, when to go fast. When to be tender, when to be rough. The same is true for everything I have shown you. Not all things are right every time. Pay attention to the mood, to the signals a woman sends. That will tell you what she wants. Some want it rough right away. Some never do. Once you learn to read women right, you will master them. Does that make sense?”
“Oui, I understand perfectly. It is art, like painting.”
“Then what do you read in me right now? How will you paint me now?”
He pulled out almost all the way and then smoothly slid back in and rocked. He locked eyes with her. He repeated it over and over, growing in speed and intensity. “I am reading that you want to be ridden and taken to the limit, chèrie. I am reading that right now you can’t get enough of my paintbrush, and that I should use long, bold strokes to create the final painting.”
“Well read, darling. Very well re – OH!”
Gastien took control then, bringing her to a place she had previously been unaware of. He covered her mouth with his, pulling on her lips, exploring with his tongue. All the while he rode her firmly and fully. She came so completely that she thought she was shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. Her screams were muffled by his mouth. As she hit the brink he pulled her closer still, burying his seed deeply. As he rocked her back down, sweat was pouring from both of them.
As they lay on the satin sheets, Gastien worried, “I think I have ruined your sheets, Nath. I am really sweating!”
“No more than me, darling. The sheets will be fine. I am not sure I will be. Mon Dieu!”
They lay in silence for a few minutes. Then Nath turned his face to hers. “You are a quick learner, sexy Gastien. You will be legendary in no time if you do the things to others that you learned to do tonight.” Her voiced grew more serious. “Just be careful who you sleep with so you don’t get a disease! And, Gastien, try not to break hearts. A cad is not well liked. He can get a knife in the stomach from an irate father!”
“Oui! I understand. I will be choosy, but frequent.” Then he laughed. “As far as breaking hearts, I am not really interested in virgins.”
She stroked his chest hair. “Let’s go get in my tub. Don’t mind my saying so, but you stink, chére, and so do I. After our bath we can practice some more!” She smiled mischievously. Laughing, they headed into the bathroom. Gastien was amazed at the size of Nathalie’s bathtub. They both fit comfortably and soon were exploring each other’s bodies with soft, thick washing cloths and sensuous, silky soap.
The rest of the night was indeed spent practicing. By the time dawn came the sheets were a wrinkled mess, damp with sweat, and they were both asleep. When Gastien awoke at 10am, he took another bath and washed his hair, while Nath put on coffee. They had fresh fruit with the coffee.
“It was a wonderful night, Nath. Merci beaucoup for showing me.” Gastien smiled tenderly.
“The pleasure was mine! I am hoping we will be frequent sex partners when I am in town.”
“Oh, oui. We make a good couple that way.” He looked seriously at her and spoke quietly, “Let’s set some ground rules. That way neither will have unrealistic expectations.”
“Sure. We should be clear.”
“I do not promise any faithfulness, Nath. I like you a lot. I consider you a great friend, one that I will grow even closer to over time. I find you very sexy. You need to understand, though, that I want to have many women. We will never be a “couple” in any romantic or ownership sense. I am not that sort of person. Do you understand that I am serious about my need to not commit?”
“Oui, Gastien. I feel the same way. I travel a lot. I have my needs, you have yours. Neither of us owns the other! We will just enjoy each other when we both want to. In fact, I will be leaving tomorrow morning for a couple of weeks. Just be careful! I will do the same. Use your hand if you don’t find someone who seems choosy. If you want to see me in couple weeks, I will likely be at the same restaurant most nights. If not, no hard feelings. We will meet up when we meet up. “
“Actually, I am hoping to be working at Le Procope by next week. If you don’t see me come in to the Polidor I am probably working. Perhaps you can sometimes eat there.”
“I am glad you told me, so that I don’t think you are not interested. I will probably do that on occasion. Also, you can always stop by here.”
“That could get awkward. How will I know if you are with a man?” asked Gastien.
She thought a moment. “How about this? If I have a man inside, I will move my doormat to one side. Then you will know not to knock.” She kissed him. “Until whenever, chére.” Damn! Paris had no idea what it was in for with this man!
“Until whenever,” Gastien said as he walked out. He strutted all the way home. Gastien was thrilled that he had just learned about what women really wanted. Plus, he had a beautiful sex partner whenever they both desired, who was turning into a great friend. Life was good! Now, he just needed some sleep and a meal. Tonight he would be getting a job. That is, if he did not mess up while serving the owner of Le Procope and his wife!
XXXV
As he walked into the house the smell of freshly baked bread surrounded him.
“Ohhh!” Gastien sighed out loud without thinking.
“Gastien, is that you?” Emma called from the kitchen.
“Oui, Emma. How did cards go?” inquired Gastien politely.
“Oh, fine. It is always fun, although I won very few games. Just between you and me, I must admit I got a little tipsy on vin.” She entered the front hall, giggling. She stopped when she saw him, smiling up at him. “Oh! Well, by the glow in your eyes and the smug satisfaction around your mouth, it appears that you had a whole lot more fun than I!”
Gastien turned red. “Emma! Really! How am I supposed to answer that?”
“Why, honestly, of course! Did you have a fabulous night with a fabulous woman?”
Gastien laughed quietly. “Oui! I am quite weak in the legs, and have had little sleep,” he admitted.
“Well then, let me give you some sustenance. Come into the kitchen. As you can smell, there is fresh baked bread. I will make you some eggs and a big slab of ham.”
She is clucking like a mother hen, Gastien thought wryly. “You don’t have to feed me, Emma. That costs money!”
“Gastien, for some reason, I want to mother you. Just be quiet, wash your hands, and sit down. Would you like four eggs or six?”
He gave in quickly. The smell of that bread was too much for him. “Four will be fine. And…may I have four slices of that bread, with butter, while it is warm?” He would be fat in no time if he did not watch it! His appetite would get back to normal, though, once his body caught up a little on its needs.
“Four it will be. Coffee?”
“Oui, that would be wonderful.” As he drank his coffee she bustled around the kitchen getting him his food. It felt really good to be mothered like this. Very good.
As she placed the food in front of him, she said, “I will leave you to your food instead of driving you crazy with conversation. You look worn out. Don’t you have that interview tonight?”
“Oui, I do. Not really an interview. I will wait on the owner and his wife!” he said worriedly.
“Then eat up and get to bed. I will wake you one hour before. Don’t expect this all of the time, I have raised my children. This morning, though, you look like once you get to sleep you could sleep well into the night. Shall I get you up at six o’clock?”
“Merci beaucoup Emma! That would be fabulous. That gives me plenty of time. You are way too good to me!” She ruffled his hair. Mon Dieu, he thought, did she actually ruffle my hair like a little boy? He looked up at her. Then he
just smiled. That was all right. He certainly had not gotten his share of kind treatment in the past. If Emma wanted to ruffle his hair, he was not going to complain. Not one bit.
He is a man, but in his heart he still wishes he could be the little boy he probably never got to be, Emma realized. I must be careful not to overdo it, though, or he will pull away, and he needs to be loved very badly. She poured him more coffee. As she walked out she said, “Eat up, lover boy. You will need your strength if you plan on lots of all nighters in Paris.”
Gastien just grinned as he shoveled in another mouthful of ham and eggs.
It took him about ten seconds to fall asleep when he hit the bed. He barely got his clothes off and between the covers. Before he knew it, Emma was wrapping at his door.
“Time to get up, Gastien.”
Gastien stirred. “Um..oui, Emma…merci…” he mumbled groggily. Sighing, he turned onto his side. It was so nice and warm in there…
“GASTIEN! I don’t hear any moving around. You don’t want to be late!”
Gastien groaned. Sweet Jesus! She was right, though. He forced himself out of bed. Then he walked to the door. “Merci, Emma. I would have fallen back asleep.”
“Well, now that you are up, if I don’t see you make an appearance within ten minutes to the toilet I will assume you need water over your head to wake up!” she scolded kindly.
“Not on your life! I am putting on my nightshirt now!” promised Gastien. Soon he was washed up, his hair into place with tonic, smelling faintly of limes, and dressed. As he grabbed his coat, Emma wished him luck. Before he knew it, he was out the door. Hopefully he would soon be securing a means of making a regular income. He did not want to waiter for long, but he needed full time work while he established himself as a painter. One step at a time, he reminded himself. Just remember, it’s all about the color.
XXXVI
Mic was waiting for him at Le Procope. “Well, are you ready for your grand entrance?
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