I first saw her on the bus, heading home, dead tired. Those blue eyes locked on me from across the aisle. Not stunning, but magnetic—brown hair with red streaks, curvy body, tanned cleavage sparkling under a necklace. I couldn’t look away. She smiled, tongue flicking her lips. My heart hammered. Pulse racing, cock twitching. Next…
Under the ancient oaks by the pond, I spotted him. Sitting on that stump, nose in his phone. My pulse hammered. This was it. No turning back. I’d lured JB here, the farm boy I’d teased online, jerked off to on video. His cock obsessed me. Ugly face, killer body. Now, mine to command. Shorts…
Thursday afternoon, 5 PM sharp. Lake shimmering under the sun. I wandered, pissed at Namour’s beer binge with buddies. Couples on benches stabbed my heart. Jealousy twisted inside. Stopped to stare at ripples, feeling empty. Sudden presence behind. Whirled around—crashed into his broad chest. Tall, strong arms caught me easy. Heart hammered. ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled….
I knew he’d show. Right on time, there he sat at that café table. My stomach twisted. Intimidated, excited. Smile? Nope. Emotions choking me. Stéph warned me: just a wanker, act proud or crash hard. Steps away now. What to say? Music? Books? Lame. Closer. He stares. Do I still look good? Took extra time…
In my tiny apartment, the big cold bed mocked me every night. Fed up, I invited Niels over. Pretext: help with his French paper. Truth: I craved that tall blond Viking. Short brunette with green eyes and uneven curves, I felt small next to him. But our chats clicked—same tastes, even if I fudged some….
That half-empty apartment across from the bustling café. Friday night, May heat sticking shirts to skin. I’m Hervé, hauling my own damn furniture, pretending to be one of the crew. She brings the beers and sandwiches—Éliane, tall, lean, red hair framing that killer smile. Thirtyish, muscled from waitressing. We chat. I tip big, tell her…