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“Oh,”
she said softly.

“I
was hoping you’d come with me.”

She
shot off my chest so fast, I could have sworn I’d given her an electric shock. 
“New York?”

“Yeah. 
You’d love it.  And I think it would be great if you could meet my mom.”

She
blinked a few times then ran her hand over the spattering of damp, sweaty hair
stuck to her forehead.  “Bobby, I can’t go to New York.”

“Why
not?  You’ll be on Christmas break, too, won’t you?”

“Yeah,
but I already have plans for that break.”

“So
change them.  You said you had no family, so it’s not like anyone’s waiting for
you, right?”

Sitting
up, her expression lost the last remnants of eroticism and turned suddenly
prude.  She covered herself with the sheet and stood.  “Bobby, I think there’s
been some confusion here.”

I
propped myself up on my elbows.  “Okay, so clarify then.”

“My
apprenticeship at the institute should be over by then.”

“Even
better.  You’ll have all the time in the world.  Maybe we could even extend our
stay.  It’ll be my turn to show you around.”

“Bobby,
I’m returning to the convent when I leave the institute.”

“What
the hell for?  To cook there?”

She
shook her head.  “Bobby, I’m going back to take my final vows.  I’m going to become
a nun.”

I
burst out laughing.  Sitting up, I reached out for her.  “Ha, that’s a good
one.  You… a nun.”

She
sidestepped my outstretched hand.  “It’s not a joke.  My whole life has been
leading to this.”

“Are
you fucking kidding me?”  I shot out of bed.  “Did you hear what I said
earlier?  I love you.  I… Love… You.  And now you're telling me that this
relationship is impossible?”

“Please
don’t get upset.  It’s not like I planned things this way.”

“No? 
Then how did you plan them?”

She
didn’t answer.  It was just as well.  What could she really say anyway? 
Silently, she got dressed and I did the same.  The air in the apartment was
suddenly stifling and I had to get out.

I
shoved my shoes on and went to the door.  Seething, I tried to calm myself
before I spoke.  “These past weeks, you never said anything about becoming a
nun.  You never even said anything about returning to the convent.  Don’t you
think it’s something you could have told me?  Don’t you think I, at least,
deserved that?”

“I
lost my way.  I had no intention of taking this path with you.   All these
years I’ve followed the righteous path and never, ever strayed, but you…   You
confused me and led me to question, if only for a moment, where I really
belonged.  But I know.  Despite what’s happened these past weeks, I know where
I belong, and it is not with a man.”

“Fine.” 
I kicked at the floor in frustration, threw my jacket on and yanked open the
door.  It slammed back against the wall, echoing how I felt.  “Good luck with
that one.”

Chapter 8

I
got back into the swing of things fast enough. 
I flirted with every girl who crossed my path, and dated any and all who’d have
me, which was just about all of them.  Even the girls I’d crossed off my mental
list, the ones who seemed too needy, too clingy, too crazy, managed to find
their way into my pants.

If
they got too needy, I shot them down.  If they got too clingy, I slithered out
of their lives for good.  And when they got too crazy, I got crazy back,
scaring the shit out of them ensuring they never bothered me again.

Sandrine,
a tall, voluptuous girl with huge tits and just as big an ass had been
aggressive in her attempts to gain my attention since the very first day of
class.  It was obvious she loved her breasts and she was more than proud to
show them off.  But after three weeks of fucking everything that moved, I was
fed up with it all.

If
I continued at this rate, I’d be the one  turning my back on carnal pleasure
and pledging my undying devotion to a higher god.

Brooding,
I sat down at the back of Lilly’s class.

“You
American boys are so different,” Sandrine murmured in a thick French accent as
her puffy lips pouted in a semi-sexy way.  “I love the way you love.”

I’d
never been a fan of artifice.  Give me a real small tit instead of an inflated
fake one any day.  Nonetheless, I’d fucked her brains out the night before,
though I hardly retained a memory of the brief time I’d spent with her.  I knew
she’d had to suck my cock a damn long time before even giving me a hard-on, and
even then, I knew I just wasn’t in it.  It was a mindless and unpleasant fuck
if ever I’d had one.

Though,
looking at Sandrine’s smoldering eyes, it wasn’t quite so mindless for her.

“Last
night was…”  She bit her lip and closed her eyes as if reliving the moment.  “Perfect.”

There
it was, right in the middle of the class.  Male and female students around us
looked our way and seemed to want to know more.

Stupid
girl.

“When
can we do it again?” She made no attempt to keep her voice down.  She saw no
reason to be discreet.

I
didn’t want to shoot her down right there in front of everyone, but I didn’t
want to encourage her either.

“
Mademoiselle
Sandrine. Monsieur Bobby.  Votre attention s’il vous plait
.”  Lilly
puckered her lips and tapped the edge of her desk with the tips of her binder.

Sandrine
set her elbow on her desk and her chin in her palm then looked hungrily at me. 
“
Oui.  Oui
.”

I
heard Lilly huff and held my breath as I awaited a confrontation.

“
Mais,
il est tellement mignon
.” Sandrine said with a playful wink.  “So, so cute.”

“
Monsieur
Bobby
.  Can I speak with you a moment?” Lilly ordered.

I
shot a deadly glare at Sandrine and got up to walk to Lilly’s desk.  Once
there, I looked down at the floor as I scratched the back of my head.

“Must
you really have your way with every student in my class?” Lilly hissed.  “And
must you be so blatant about it?”

“At
this point, I don’t really see how it could possibly concern you.”

She
licked her lips and I could tell she was nervous as she sought what more to
say.

“At
the very least, I would think you’d respect the friendship we have.”

“Ha,”
I grunted.  “Friendship?  Friends don’t lead friends on and then drop them like
a dead weight when they declare their innermost feelings to them.”

“Are
you punishing me?”

“Is
it hurting you?”  It hadn’t been my intention to hurt her.  Fucking other women
was the only way I knew to forget her.  But, hell, if it got under her skin and
made her squirm, so be it.

“Having
you come to class and flaunt your latest conquest in front of everyone, in
front of me… it’s very petty of you.  I thought you were a bigger man than
that.”

“And
I thought you were a woman I could live my life with.  I guess we all have our
ideas of what is right and wrong in a relationship.  I thought we were dating,
I thought we were getting serious, and I thought we were on our way to
something special.  However, all that time, you knew damn well we would never
be serious, you knew we were heading nowhere, at least not together, and you
willingly chose to keep that bit of information to yourself.  Forgive me if…” 
I set my palms on her desk and leaned over to spit my conquest in her face.  “Yes,
I fucked Sandrine’s brains out, and forgive me if she doesn’t have the sense to
keep from shouting it out to everyone.”

“So
you really did…”  Her voice cracked and her eyes mirrored over.

My
gut caught in my throat and I hated myself.  All I wanted to do was pull her
into my arms and kiss away the image of me and Sandrine.

With
a haughty air, Lilly pulled back her shoulders, cleared her throat and looked
down at her notes.  “Well, on a whole other matter, I’ve noticed that you have
a serious lack of knowledge of a few basic techniques.  I read over your test
last night and was surprised to learn you barely had your ratios down.”

“What
are you talking about?  My…”

“In
any event, I’d like to see you in my office after class.  I don’t have time to
discuss this with you now.  You may not want me as your mentor anymore, but
that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fall behind.”

My
cock instantly hardened at the mere thought of being alone in her office with
her.  The rest of the class was a fog, a dense fog that didn’t let up until the
class finally ended.

Lilly
hurried out of the class, but when I’d gathered my things and rushed to catch
up to her, Sandrine dug her claws into me and pulled me back.

“Where
are you rushing off to?”

“I’ve
been summoned.  I didn’t do very well on the last test.”

“Ah,
poor baby.  Why don’t you let Sandrine teach you a few things?”

I
pulled her hands off me and held them aloft as I backed away.  “Like I said,
I’ve been summoned.  I’ve gotta go.”

Nothing
and no one was going to keep me from seeing Lilly.

Chapter 9

Lilly

S
itting behind my desk, I tried to collect
myself as I waited for Bobby to arrive.  I was a professional.  I was a teacher. 
I had responsibilities and I had a reputation to uphold.

My
God. What was I doing?

Breathe. 
Breathe.  But no matter how many long, slow breaths I took in and exhaled, my
body tingled at the thought of being close to Bobby again.  Blinking away the
erotic image that came to mind, I pulled his last two quick quizzes out of my
folder, ready to go over them with him.

What
had I really called him to my office for?  He’d passed both quizzes with flying
colors.  He’d even given more information than requested.  So what was I going
to say to him?

Stop
seeing Sandrine. Stop seeing all of the sexy young women you’d been flirting
with.  That you’ve been sleeping with.

I
couldn’t bear the thought. I wanted him.  I wanted him with me… only me.

Then
it hit me; I was still his mentor.  Despite everything that had happened, I was
still his mentor.  Surely I still had some influence on him.  I could try to
convince him that our friendship was worth more than a few flings with…

A
light tap sounded at the door.

I
coughed and took a sip of water from the glass on my desk.  “Come in.”

Bobby
slowly opened the door and waited in the threshold.  He was mind numbingly good
looking today… better than usual.  Or maybe it was the fact that I missed him
so much that made him all the more attractive.  I’d thought Errol King had
something special, that he was as manly as a man could get, but Bobby… I don’t
know if it was the cockiness or the boyishness that thrilled me most, but there
was something about him, something that drew me in and wouldn’t let go.

“Please,
come in and sit down.”

He
took a seat facing me.  “So I didn’t do too well on the last test.”

I
looked down at my notes.  “Actually, I owe you an apology.  I confused your
results with those of another student.”

“Oh. 
Well, that’s good, right?”

“Absolutely. 
As it turns out, you passed, but, since you're here, I thought I’d congratulate
you.  You're really in your element here at the institute.  You’ve even
outshined a few promising students who thought they had this semester down and
easy.”

“I’m
happy to hear I’m doing well.”

“Um.” 
I pulled in a shaky breath.  “You know, despite our little falling out, I’m
still your mentor.”

He
nodded.  “I guess you're right.”  He was being too polite, too precise.  Cold. 
This wasn’t going well.

“I
still have a lot to show you.  It’s very important to Monsieur Franchine that
you immerse yourself in French culture.  So, there’s a wonderful opera tonight at
the…”

“I
don’t like the opera.”

“Oh,
well.  Of course there is a great exhibit this weekend at
le Musée des
…”

“I’ve
seen enough museums for now.”

Why
was he being so difficult?  Was the thought of being with me so unpleasant?

“Fine. 
Then you tell me.  What more would you like to discover in Paris?”

Staring
down at my desk, he shrugged.  “Why don’t you bring me out to this convent
you're so eager to go back to?”

“Bobby.”

“Lilly.” 
There was no warmth in the way he spoke my name.

Tightening
my jaw, I prepared for another argument with him.

“Seriously,”
he said.  “I’d like to see it.  Maybe going out there will help me to
understand why this is so important to you.  It’ll help me understand where
you're heading, and why.”

He
was being impossible, but still.  I got up and went to the shelves behind my
desk.  I had several maps of Paris and a few good ones of the roads leading to
the countryside to the North, South, East and West of the city.

“It’s
two hours away from here,” I turned to him, but he’d already gotten out of his
seat and made his way to me.

“I’ll
go as far as I need to go if I can get them to convince you that you're making
a mistake.”

“That’s
impossible, Bobby.  They want me to join the nunnery.”

“I’ll
tell them about the woman you really are, the woman I know.”

I
opened my mouth to argue, but he kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue
and swirling it around in a way that left me breathless.  Tears rushed to my
eyes as I pulled him to me, my nails clawing at his skin in an attempt to get
him closer to me still.

He
ripped my lab coat off and tore my jade muslin dress in half.  Each hand took a
hold of a cup of my bra and pulled, liberating my breasts, and just as quickly,
he reached down and pulled my underwear off.

But
his hands weren’t the only ones busy.  I hurriedly undid his pants and pulled
out his erection.  He was so hard and so ready to have me, and I was just as
wet and eager to take him in.  It’d been too long.  It’d been torture. After so
many nights of having him, and of wanting more of him, being away from him these
past weeks was like starving.

“I
need you, Lilly,” he said. Then he quickly pushed his way inside me.

It
was more heated than ever, more urgent.  Our bodies thrashed together and were
soon soaked in sweat.  His scent filled my nostrils and pushed my arousal to
higher levels.

I
love you, Bobby.

He
thrust hard and his grunts told me he was almost there.

I’m
there with you.  Oh, my God.  I want to go anywhere with you.

“Bobby!”
I cried out.

“Yes!”

My
knees crumpled and he held me up as our orgasms exploded.

“I’ve
missed you so much,” I whispered.  Clinging to him, I kissed his cheek and his
neck.  I didn’t want to let go.

 Spent
and happier than I’d been since our break up, I pulled back and smiled at him. 
I couldn’t believe just how much I’d missed him.

But
we had little time to celebrate our reunion.  After an all too brief knock at
the door, it opened and Monsieur Franchine stepped in only to quickly come to a
halt when he saw us.  He turned crimson, so red, I thought he might have a
heart attack right there.

In
vain, I tried to pick up the shreds of my dress and cover myself, but there was
no hiding what had just happened… in my office… with a student.

“Get
dressed,” he said in one dark monotone as he looked from Bobby to me.  “Then
I’ll see you both in my office.”  He stepped back and closed the door.

Feeling
the blood drain from my face, I looked at Bobby.

This is the End of Part I

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