The Artist

Chapter One-3

Finally, he said, “I have to go. I have an exam tomorrow. I have to hit the books.

They got out of the shower and dried each other. After they got dressed, she walked him to the door. He turned and kissed her good night.

“I look forward to your call,” he said.

“I’ll be in touch in a few days.”

The next morning, I ran into Fran just before my class. She informed me that she was invited to move in with Rivera. “What do you plan to do,” I inquired.

“I like her a lot. She is really hot in bed. She wants an exclusive relationship. I don’t think it would work out having her in our group.”

“You do what is best for you. We can still be friends. Maybe once in a while, you can steal away and come over.”

“Yes, I would like that. I’m sorry.”

She left me standing in the hallway. Oh well, there is still Serge and now Lorenzo. If we can get the two lesbians to join us, we will still have an active group. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind to concentrate on the lecture that was to be presented this morning.

After the class, I ran into Serge as I was going to the cafeteria. He informed me that he was cast as a lead in the play. He was all excited. The play by Moliere entitled ‘L’Etourdi ou le Contretemps’ was going to be presented in French. It was scheduled to be ready for performance in three weeks at the university theater. He wanted Fran and me to attend. I promised I would. I told him about Fran entering into a steady relationship with Professor Rivera.

“I knew she was gay. She just never got into my putting it to her. She was only happy when my tongue was between her legs.”

I mentioned Lorenzo stopping by the night before. I said, “He’ll fit nicely into our little group.” I inquired about the lesbians.

“They are going to be working on the production. Unfortunately, they will be tied up as well for the next few weeks. But, they assured me as soon as there is some free time, we’ll all get together.”

I left him outside the cafeteria. Serge headed for a class. It looked like I would be having a heterosexual relationship with Lorenzo in the coming weeks. He’s a good lover and will do whatever I request. I decided that I would plan some experimental s*x with him just to keep things interesting.

When I arrived back at my condo after classes, I had a voice mail. It was from my father. He was planning to visit Paris in a few days. He was bringing along his wife of six months, Francoise. I introduced them last year at Christmas. I invited Francoise to come home with me to New York for the holidays. She had graduated the previous May and had been my friend for about two years. We had become physically involved in a s****l relationship. It was about that time the two of us realized we were bisexual.

When we arrived in New York, we stayed at my father’s Manhattan condo. My father had been out of the country on business. He returned a few days after we arrived. I could tell when I introduced him to Francoise that he was smitten with her. On New Year’s Eve, he escorted Francoise to a lavish party. I was invited to go along. My father arranged for a young man who was one of his aides to accompany me as well. The following week, I returned to Paris, but Francoise remained in New York. A month later, I received an invitation to their wedding. Francoise was going to be my father’s fifth wife and my stepmother. Just a few months before, Francoise and I were an item. Life has some strange twists and turns.

My father informed me in the voice mail; he was intent on purchasing a condo in Paris and was planning to live there for six months out of the year. He said that Francoise wanted to be close to her mother who was a widow. The thought entered my head that she wanted to get back to me. I was now going to be put into a position of assisting Francoise to cheat on my father. Maybe that wouldn’t come to pass, but it was a good possibility. They were scheduled to arrive the day after tomorrow. My father said that he was going to stay in my condo until they could purchase another one. He requested I get the guest room ready. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing Francoise again. I have missed her.

I informed my daytime maid that I was expecting guests and to get the room prepared for their arrival.

That evening, I received a call from Lorenzo. We agreed we would meet on Friday evening. It was decided that we would go out to one of the trendy restaurants in Paris for dinner. That would give both of us an opportunity to get to know one another. Our brief meeting was all about having s*x. I liked to have a more in depth knowledge of a person that I am engaging in a s****l relationship. I was hoping I could convince Lorenzo to become my submissive and at some point move in with me.

I spent the rest of the week hitting the books. On Friday afternoon, I was scheduled to take a Renaissance Art exam. It was going to cover the five greatest artists of that period.

I stopped by the university theater one day after class and watched a rehearsal. I was proud of Serge portraying his character. At the end of the rehearsal, he introduced me to the lesbians. They were two local French women. Their names are Aimee and Lucie. I was attracted to them immediately. Aimee is a beautiful blond I estimate to be in her early twenties. She has great muscle tone. I suspect she works out daily. Lucie has a typical French look. She is petite and well proportioned. While we were having a conversation during a break in the rehearsal, I asked if either of them had ever had a boy friend. Aimee said that she was always attracted to women, but had a curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man. She said that she was mildly attracted to Serge. If she were to go to bed with a man, she would want it to be Serge.

Lucie on the other hand, admitted to having s*x with two men at different times when she was eighteen years old. They were more or less one night stands. I asked them if they found me attractive. They both admitted they were looking forward to joining our group. When the break was over, I kissed each one and said I looked forward to seeing them in the play. I decided to leave the theater. I didn’t want to ruin seeing the production in its entirety.

This was the day that my father and Francoise were scheduled to arrive. I promised to pick them up at the airport. I had made arrangements to have a van follow me. If I knew Francoise, she would have a ton of luggage. Their arrival was scheduled within the hour. I drove to where I was to meet the van and its driver. I had him follow me.

As I was driving toward the airport my cell phone rang. It was my father. He informed me that his flight had landed. He was making his way to the baggage area. He wanted me to meet him at the baggage carrousel. I was to have the driver of the van bring a flat bed cart with him.

We parked the car and van in the garage directly across from the main entrance of the airline carrier. The van driver took the cart from the van and he pushed it into the airport. I spotted my father and Francoise standing at the carrousel. Francoise approached me first. As she embraced me, she put her body into mine. She whispered into my ear that she missed me and thought about me frequently. After she released me, I hugged my father and kissed him on his cheek.

The carrousel began to move which indicated that the luggage was forthcoming. I had the driver move the cart as close to the carrousel as possible. My father would point out the suitcases and the driver began to load them on the cart. There were a half dozen bags in all.

We walked to the garage and the driver loaded the van. My father, Francoise and I got into my car and began the trip to my condo. When we arrived, I instructed the driver to load the luggage onto the freight elevator. We took the other elevator to the floor where my condo was located.

When we entered the condo, I showed my father and Francoise to their room. The driver brought in the bags and took them to the room as well. I paid the driver and he left. I invited my father and Francoise to join me for a drink in the living room. After we made small talk for about a half hour, my father said he was going out to get a haircut. He left Francoise and me alone.

I fixed each of us another drink. We didn’t say anything for a short period of time. I spoke first. “How are things in New York?”

“Lonely. I’ve missed you. Your father is out of town on business most of the time.”

She put her drink down and moved toward me. “Every night when I was alone in my bed, I thought about you for hours.” She put her arms around me and pulled my body into hers. Then she put her lips to mine. We began to kiss passionately. “I want to taste you,” she said in a breathy voice.

I put my hand on her ass and pulled her body into mine. She reached down and loosened the belt that was holding up my slacks. They fell to the floor. Her hand found its way between my legs and began to rub my vulva over my panties. I was becoming very wet. She pulled down my wet panties and dropped to her knees. I sat down in a chair that was nearby. Just that morning, I had shaved away most of my pubic hair. She slipped her tongue directly into my folds. The one thing I remembered about her when we were an item was she gave great head. Her tongue teased my clit until I had an orgasm. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Tonight, when my father is asleep, come to my bed.” She looked up at me and smiled. Then she went back to giving me pleasure. How I had missed her oral manipulations. I intended to repay her when I get her in my bed tonight.

After she caressed my vulva for more than a half hour, I decided it was time to bring the session to a close. I didn’t want my father to walk in on us. I directed Francoise to the shower off the guest bedroom. I took a shower in my bathroom as well.

When my father returned, he went directly into the bedroom. After a few minutes, I could hear Francoise emanating noises I was familiar with when we were together. I suspected my father was going down on her.

After a few hours, my father and Francoise came out of the bedroom and announced they were going to dinner. They invited me to come along. I informed them I had a dinner date. A half hour after they left, Lorenzo rang my condo bell. “I’ll be right down.” I took the elevator to the lobby. The doorman had let him in. He was sitting in a waiting area reading a magazine. He stood when I approached him, took me by the arm and escorted me to a waiting taxi.