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   James Part II.  In Training.

   Chapter 5



   I woke up Sunday morning knowing what I should do.  I got dressed and
dialed the phone.

   "Hello, Nicole..., er, Mme Petitcoeur..." I suddenly got this cold
hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach and my bright idea was no longer
that brilliant.  My anxiety got worse as the silence dragged on.

   "Hi...  lover..." She said with a sexy chuckle.  My insides had turned
to jello, but the sun shone, birds sang and the world was fine again.  I
let my pent up breath out in a whoosh.

   "Can I ask you a favor?  Can I come by and use your gym?" It came out
all jumbled together, but to her credit, she did not hesitate and promptly
agreed.

   I hung up after assuring her I could find my way there.

   = = = = =

   I drove past the gate and pulled up in the circular drive of her big
white house.  It was even more impressive in the daylight.  She stood by
the door and I handed her the white roses that I had picked up on the way
over.  She looked at them and her hands shook.

   She threw herself at me in a fearsome clinch and gave me a long soft
tearful smile before pulling me inside and closing the door.

   She looked at the floor.  "Thank you James, It is very sweet and
thoughtful....  I'm overwhelmed..."

   I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

   "I only want to make you happy, my princess." She smiled again, to a
chorus of angels.  She stood there in a white halter top and chinos,
looking so incredibly young and vulnerable, And so amazingly sexy.  My
heart was pounding, bells were ringing in my head and I couldn't breathe. I
was afraid I was drooling.

   Suddenly we were kissing, her breasts pressing into me, my hands mauling
the firm flesh inside her pants.  We stripped our clothes off and I lifted
her, wrapping her legs around my waist as my surging cock found her
moistness.  She sank down on me with a moan and started bouncing on my
raging penis.  All around us, lewd images of our coupling danced on the
glass and mirrored surfaces.

   She tightened her grip on me, driving my cock into her womanhood.  We
ground our sex together, trying to milk the last bit of pleasure from our
fucking.  Time stopped and nothing mattered except for the supreme bliss we
were sharing.

   "Wow!" we echoed each other as the last delightful tremor went through
our body and we regained some awareness.

   I carried her over to the living room where I laid her down.  She looked
dreamily up at me and stroked my leg.  She laid there, allowing me to drown
in her breathtaking beauty.

   "I will never tire of looking at you..." I said, "I only wish I could
show and return the joy you have given me.  My princess." I knelt at her
side and buried my face in her soft belly.  She stroked my hair and cried
some happy tears as she pulled my face up to hers.

   "I am yours, forever.  You can look or do with me as you wish.  My
Knight." I kissed her, gently, our lips barely touching, and it spoke
volumes of what our furious lovemaking could not.

   I knelt at her side, our arms entwined and rested my head on her soft
breasts and we savored the gently afterglow of our climax, until a numbness
in my leg told me I'd cut off the circulation to them too long.

   "Nicole, I need to use your gym.  I need to get back in shape."

   "Your shape is fine", she murmured, putting my hand on her sex.  I did
some cursory exploration and she started getting wet again.

   "I have an important competition soon and I'll be up against the best
63-kilos around.  I have to be in the best shape I can be!"

   "Will it improve our sex?" She snickered a little, then a pause, "My
god, that's perverse.  For ten years I did not even think about sex and
now...  now I'm obsessed with it!  After you leave, all I do is dream about
making mad passionate love with you.  Nonstop." She sighed but let me drag
her up and she took me down the long sweeping stairs.

   I was busy ogling her delicious backside when suddenly she stopped.  I
looked up and drooled some more.  She had easily the best equipped gym west
of the Mississippi, with four different Nautilus machines, power joggers,
rowers, bicycles, steps and dead weight benches.  They all looked new but
well used.  An AV system, sauna and a whirlpool completed the setup.

   "Wow," I said, after taking it in, "I think I'm gonna come."

   She chuckled and cupped my cock, "Not on the carpet, dear."

   = = = = =

   Once started, she was all business, putting me on her own regimen but
doubling the load and the duration.  She kept me company on the machines
and I had an eyeful watching her lithe body work itself up a sheen.

   I pushed myself for an extra 15 minutes to make up for the evil I'd done
to my body.  Finally, I staggered to the whirlpool where my lovely siren
had been soaking.  I plopped down beside her and let my temperature
equalize.  I put my head on her shoulders and she opened herself so I could
lean back in her embrace.

   She caressed my chest and then she said, "You have a girlfriend, don't
you."

   "Ah, yes.  Well, we had sort of broken up before but we made up again."
She tightened her arms about me to stop me from turning around.

   "James, I think I already knew you had a girlfriend when I let what
happened last Thursday happen.  I'm very sorry if I caused you any
problems." Her tears dropped on my back.  I dreaded where this conversation
might be leading.

   I broke free of her arms and turned to face her.  Her big eyes were
brimming with tears and it tore at my soul.

   "Listen, Nicole" I grabbed her hands and said fiercely, "I wanted it to
happen as much as you did, if not more.  What I did, I did of my own free
will.  What I GIVE, I give of my own free will.  I want to be with you, you
are kind and sweet and I cannot have a better teacher than you - in every
aspect.  We are RIGHT for each other." She held me tightly and I did not
let her go.

   We blubbered a bit more into each other, then we went for a shower.  I
told her a little about Jules, how we were enjoying discovering and
experimenting, "Nicole, I like Jules, even love her, but with her it is a
very close, very intimate friendship, but not the head-over-heels,
earth-shattering type of love I feel for you." She turned to me and held
me.

   I ran my hands down her soft smooth back and without warning, my cock
sprang up between us.  She took a step back, eyes glittering at my
unexpected erection.

   "I see what you mean..." She held it in her hands, then let go.  I was
afraid she was mad at me.  "We cannot let you come now - you have to eat
first, otherwise, you can't replace the muscle loss." She said
matter-of-factly.  As difficult as it was, I had to defer to her expertise,
considering what a marvelous job she had done with her own musculature.

   As a consolation, she let me finger her to a languid orgasm, since her
fluids were so much easier to replace.

   She wanted to go out for food so I got back into my sweats and jeans. 
She put on a white dress and decided a bra was unnecessary.  The hint of
her dark nipples was incredibly exciting and I was afraid she was going to
be attacked.  By me.

   She offered the Bimmer but I chickened out, not having driven standard
before.  So we "settled" for the Mercedes S-class, now THAT I could handle.


   We went down the other side of the hill to the town there.  It was a
blast, driving with the sunroof back and the best looking woman anywhere
sitting next to me.  I swear everyone looked admiringly at us - at one of
us, at least.

   We parked at the restaurant and Anton the maitre d' called her "Madame
Petitcoeur".  She introduced me as "My dear friend Mr Mitchell", with a
slight emphasis on the "dear".  That earned me a "Monsieur".  It was all
terribly impressive and I resolved not to disappoint her.

   I was happy to let her order for us and I ended up with a bloody-rare
18oz rib steak while she had a slab of pink salmon almost as thick, with
salad greens and baked potato.  And red wine.  There was just a little
smalltalk as we wolfed down the delicious meal.  I would have been happy
with fries and a pop with the company she offered.

   At the end of the meal, she just told the waiter, "Put it on our tab,"
and that was that, saving me the awkwardness of trying to pay for a clearly
exorbitant meal with the $5 and change I had.  We were extremely satisfied
and a bit giddy when we left the restaurant.  I had never had a more
enjoyable time.

   "James, would you let me get you some clothes?  For when you are at the
house, of course." Which was fine by me, since I knew I didn't have the
kind of wardrobe that I needed to accompany her.

   The gentleman at the haberdashery took about a hundred measurements,
pausing only to hmmm meaningfully at my bicep and inseam measurements, and
then we were done.  Apparently it will be sent to her house whenever.  It
was all a daze to me.

   Outside the store, I looked at Nicole to thank her and saw in her eyes
the same need I felt, so we raced, quite inelegantly, to the car and back
to her house.

   = = = = =

   Our clothing littered the stairs as we ran to her bedroom.  I tackled
her on her bed and latched my mouth on her hungry sex.  She was moaning and
begging me to let her touch me but I stayed out of reach until I had lapped
her to a shaking and groaning orgasm.  The shape I was in, it would not
have taken much for me to lose it, and I wasn't sure how much I had left,
even after the sumptuous meal we shared.

   She was still gasping from her orgasm when I climbed on her and drove
into her in one smooth stroke.  She smiled dreamily as she welcomed me in
her arms.  This time the edge was off and we made languorous love,
deliberately holding back and delaying our pleasure as it peaked and
peaked. Finally, with a shuddering yell, I came in her, and she cried as
she opened up to receive it.

   I rolled us onto our sides and we laid like that for a long while.

   "I have to go", I whispered, "My family is coming back this afternoon
and..." She kissed me to silence and held me.

   "I'll look forward to Tuesday, my love." she whispered.

   = = = = =

   I had just had my shower when the phone rang and Jules invited herself
over, in another short skirt, plaid this time.  Then Mom and Dad drove in
with Erin.  They looked around suspiciously, clearly expecting to see the
house trashed.

   "Have you been here long, JulieAnn?" Mom wanted to know.

   "No, I just got here, Mrs Mitchell."

   "C'mon Mom, do you think Jules is gonna admit to you that she's been
staying here the last two days?" Erin, I love her dearly but sometimes I
think I would enjoy slowly strangling her.

   "Actually, we HAVE been here two days," My lover batted her lashes,
"Looking over stuff in your room".  Erin yelped and ran upstairs.

   Mom made some tea and decided to go for a rest until dinnertime.  Dad
had gone to gas and wash the car.  Nobody said I couldn't, so I took Jules
to my bedroom.

   Jules sat on the bed and I moved next to her.

   "Wow, look at the moon." She breathed.

   "Hmmm, so much has happened since then." She put her head on my
shoulders and sighed.

   "Do you ever regret having sex with me?" She looked up and said, "No,
never.  It was right and good and I would do it again.  And again..." she
added in a whisper.  I put my arms around her and she hugged me back.

   "That's good, because I want you very much..."

   She nestled her head deeper and whispered, "I just wish I didn't hurt so
much.  It's all puffy and raw today." She looked at me, "You wanna see?" I
choked on my answer and she started laughing.

   "God, James, you're such a wuss."

   "And you Jules, are such a nympho!"

   She giggled delightedly, "Thanks, I think...  I'm beginning to
understand what is meant by an 'Enlightening Experience', which is what
this is to me.  To think that it took me all this time to learn enough to
get over my inhibitions and learn to enjoy the freedom.  I was so damned
smug about being pure and all that shit...  And making it so tough on
you..." She trailed off.

   "You know what I want to do now?" She leaned over and nibbled my ear,
rubbing her boob on my arm, "I want to lick your big fat cock until you are
begging for mercy.  Then I want you to stick it inside my mouth as far as
it will go...  I want you to hold my head down,...  like the last time..."
Her eyes got all misty and glazed, "You hold me tight...  I have to take
you deep...  all the way down...  and I couldn't breathe...  and you just
hold me down...  down there...  you get bigger and bigger...  and then you
get real hot and you shoot and shoot...  and you MAKE me swallow your
stuff..." She shuddered against me.  I was panting something fierce myself.
I hugged her tightly.

   "You know what I'd be doing if we were alone?" Jules kissed and licked
my neck excitedly, "You mean AFTER you brutally abuse my mouth with your
big fat cock?"

   "Yeah, you'd be on your hands and knees and I'll tongue you until you
BEG me to fuck you.  Then I'll rub your little clit some more but I won't
let you get off.  I'll stop and you'll scream for me to fuck you." She was
squeezing and rubbing her legs together.

   "James, do you think you could touch me a little if I turn the other
way?" She faced towards the end of the bed and lifted her crotch over my
hand.  I must admit it only looked partially indecent, her skirt
effectively hiding my hand.

   "OK, remember you're on your hand and knees, all quivering like and..."

   "Dammit.  I AM quivering, like.  Will you touch me before I scream?"

   I placed my finger over her wet spot and found her clit.  She rested her
head on her arms and sighed contentedly.

   "So there you are on your hands and knees, putty in my capable hands..."
I made some abstract strokes and she moaned, "Yes, yes, putty...  Your
hands..."

   "Unbeknownst to you..."

   She raised her head and blinked her eyes, "Unbeknownst?  Your command of
the English Language is truly astounding.  Ahh-ahhh-mmmm." Her head dropped
down.

   "And my command of the female anatomy is equally impressive..." I rubbed
her some more as her legs started flexing on my hand.

   "Hmmm...  Harder..." Tiny shivers were rocking her.

   "Anyways, unbeknownst to our squirming heroine, I have applied a liberal
coating of Vaseline to my truly monstrous member." She started shaking.

   "Oh god, not Mr Monstrous Member!  Oh no, oh...!" She started humping on
my digit.

   "With supreme mastery, and diabolic forethought, I impale you to the
hilt.  The lubrication allows me to slip in, without the slightest
discomfort, until our burning bodies are joined." She was moaning into my
bed and wriggling her butt most attractively.

   "I pull back, until I was almost out, just the fat tip nuzzling your
cunt..."

   "Aa-aah, nuzzling my cunt...  yes, fat tip...  nuzzling my cunt,
ohmygod. I'm coming..." And come she did, as she jerked about in her sexual
frenzy, stuffing her screams with my blanket.

   "Oh lord.  That was good." She said after an extended bout of moaning
and shaking.  "I think I would have gotten off even if you didn't touch
me...  nuzzling my cunt..." Jules rolled her tongue around her new
vocabulary gleefully.

   After that, arm in arm, I walked Jules home - her family liked to have
Sunday dinner together.

   "James, I'm sorry I couldn't get you off.  You know I want to, right?"

   "Jules, I'm happy just to be with you, honest.  The sex thing can wait a
bit until you stop hurting."

   She hugged me to her body and said, "And I'll get the Vaseline for next
time.  I think it will work."

   She gave me a warm kiss and ran up her drive.  I could see a flash of
her tight buns - she'd left me her panties again.



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