Chapter 6
Conversations
I still remember quite vividly how I met Ramon's friend Pablo for the first time. It was on the Sunday of my second visit to Ramon's apartment. Following Mirabelle's suggestion, I had told my parents I was going for all-day exam preparation at my friend's place. I had arranged for Ramon to pick me up in Villiers early in the morning so that we could spend most of the day together.
As soon as we arrived at his place we ripped each other's clothes off and engaged in passionate sex. During our love bout I asked Ramon to come all over my face. I wanted him to know that I was all his, unreservedly, and thought this would be a nice way of showing it. Also, I remembered those pictures of women with spunk-covered faces and wanted to find out what it feels like to be showered by your lover's cum.
When he was about to come, Ramon pulled out of my pussy and shot copious loads of hot sperm all over my face. I also opened my mouth wide to catch some of it. I had eagerly squeezed and sucked the last drop out of his cock and we were recovering from our efforts, lying close to each other on the bed to gather energy for the next round, when the door bell rang. Ramon got up, put on a robe and went to answer the door, saying that it was probably the Sunday paper.
I decided to use the opportunity to go to the bathroom and wash my face. When I looked into the mirror I realised that I needed to wash my hair as well, as a lot of Ramon's cum was sticking to it. I looked for shampoo but could not find any. So I went to ask Ramon.
Walking towards the open-plan kitchen where I assumed he would be, I shouted, "Ramon, where do you keep ..."
I didn't finish my question, because I saw a complete stranger, sitting at the kitchen table, looking at me with great interest, probably enjoying what he saw. I let out a shriek and retreated hastily into the bathroom. I didn't know what to do; my clothes were lying somewhere on the floor of the main room where we had dropped them in our eagerness to get them off.
After a short moment Ramon came into the bathroom and asked me what the matter was. I told him that I had been looking for him and had run into a stranger in the kitchen.
"Oh, that's alright, it's Pablo, a friend of mine. He's just dropped in for a cup of coffee. He won't stay long. Come and say hello to him."
"But I'm completely naked," I stammered. "I just wanted to ask you where you keep the shampoo."
"Well, yes, you are naked, because we've just made love. And we'll carry on making love in a moment, won't we? He knows that. He won't think badly of you because of it."
I couldn't understand his attitude. "So you think it's alright for me to walk out of here, completely naked, walk up to a man I've never met before and say 'Hi, I'm Jacqueline, nice to meet you'?"
"Yes, more or less like that. I didn't think you were such a prude. From what you told me about your past, I thought you got a kick out of exposing yourself to strangers."
He was hinting at my adventures during Charlotte's sex lesson which I had told him about.
"Yes, but then I didn't have a choice, I had to do as I was told," I said.
"Alright," he replied, "then I'll tell you: Come and meet my friend Pablo."
He took me by the hand. I followed him, still a little reluctant, as he said to his friend, "Pablo, this is Jacqueline. I've told you about her. She got a little frightened when she saw a stranger, but she's alright now."
Pablo looked at me from top to toe and then said, "My god, you're even more beautiful than Ramon has told me."
Blushing, I shook Pablo's hand and sat down in a chair opposite him. He was younger than Ramon, probably in his early twenties and quite good-looking.
I couldn't help feeling self-conscious about sitting there without a stitch on, next to a man whom I had never met before and who didn't make any attempt at hiding how much he enjoyed looking at me. Even so, I tried to behave as if there was nothing unusual about the situation and I had done this hundreds of times.
I found out that Pablo was also from Argentina and lived nearby in a small apartment which he shared with his friend Rui. Pablo and Rui studied music at the Sorbonne and, in order to improve their cash flow, they played regularly in bars and nightclubs as members of a four-piece jazz group. The two had made friends with Ramon some time ago, and, because they lived nearby, were in the habit of dropping in occasionally for a chat and a cup of coffee. Rui had been detained by a female admirer he met the previous night and was today 'otherwise engaged' - Pablo said this with a wink and a smile - so Pablo had decided to drop in on his own.
After a while I made my excuses, saying that I had been in the process of taking a shower when he arrived and had only come out because I couldn't find the shampoo. Ramon told me where it was and I left the two on their own.
While I washed and dried my hair, I had some time to reflect about what had happened. If I was serious about belonging to Ramon, to be his, unconditionally, then I couldn't possibly object to letting his friends look at my naked body.
It was quite possible that Ramon was trying to impress his friend by showing off what an attractive girlfriend he had - and how sexually liberated she was. If there was some 'pride of ownership' behind Ramon's attitude, then I had reason to be happy that he accepted me as his. If it pleased Ramon to display me, then it had to please me. It was quite possible that my childish behaviour had caused him embarrassment and I owed him an apology.
When I returned, Pablo had gone. Had I made him feel unwelcome? I was worried that Ramon would be upset about my behaviour. I knelt down in front of him and undid the belt of his gown. It opened slightly, allowing me to see his beautiful cock at rest.
"Forgive me for behaving like a silly girl," I said before taking his member into my mouth. It was a wonderful sensation to feel the veins in his cock fill with blood, his cock head swell, his cock thicken and get hard. If he reacted like this to the touch of my lips, he couldn't be angry. Ramon pulled me up from my knees and kissed my lips which had caressed his cock only seconds ago.
"Let's go to the bed. It's much more comfortable there," he said and carried me up the stairs, just as on our first night together. He deposited me on the bed and took off his gown. He joined me on the bed, lying on his back, and made me straddle him so I could reach his by now semi-erect cock with my mouth while my pussy was conveniently placed above his face.
It was my first ever sixty-nine with a man and it was fantastic! The touch of his lips and tongue on my sex was just as exhilarating as it had been during our first night together. Ramon's efforts brought me to the gates of seventh heaven - and kept me there, tantalizingly close to reaching a climax but never quite crossing that line. It was delicious torture. But this time I was able to retaliate. I quickly brought his joystick to its full size and licked and sucked on it as if my life depended on it. But whenever I felt that he might be ready to come, I slowed down, keeping him moaning in sweet agony.
Although we kept our mouths firmly locked on each other's sex, we changed position frequently. Sometimes I would be on top, pushing my pussy into his face, sometimes I would lie on my back, gorging on his wonderful cock. Or we would be lying on our sides, Ramon eagerly lapping up the juices which oozed from my pussy. Our love-making was more gentle, more playful then on the previous weekend. There wasn't any need for Ramon to win me over by showing what a fantastic stud he was: I was already his. He was free to enjoy himself without having to perform. And I felt relaxed enough to try out things I had never done before.
I don't know for how long we had been feasting on each other, never quite satisfying our appetites, when Ramon said, "Let's come together."
He grabbed my bottom with both hands and plunged his tongue deep inside me, moving frantically in and out. I knew that I wouldn't be able to resist this kind of stimulation for very long. I took as much of his cock as I could manage into my mouth and licked and sucked, while I gently squeezed his balls. My orgasm started just as he shot the first load of his salty cum deep into my throat. Waves of pleasure passed through me as he deposited more and more of his delicious juice into my mouth. I didn't manage to swallow it all, some of it escaped and trickled down my chin, while he licked my pussy clean of all the juices it had produced. Then we just lay there for a while, spent, catching our breaths.
When we didn't make love, we talked, but never stopped caressing each other. I found out a little more about his work and solved the mystery of the ladies' underwear which he had said I might find lying around his apartment.
He was a fashion designer, more precisely a designer of sexy lingerie. He had already had some success with this, back in Argentina, where he had worked as part of a team for a major clothes manufacturer.
But now he wanted to launch his own brand name and felt that Paris was the ideal place for doing this. Launching a new name in this competitive market involved huge costs and he was looking for a financial backer for his plans. This search had been the reason for his trip to Lyon and had created the circumstances for his stopping in Villiers and meeting me. Finding a sponsor wouldn't be easy but he was confident that he would eventually find one. In the meantime, he was earning some money designing costumes for a group of dancers in a revolutionary new nightclub that would open soon.
"Dancers?" I asked, "You mean strippers?"
"Not really, they are really professional dancers. But the performance is quite sensual and the costumes are very sexy. And, yes, there are a few numbers where some of the dancers take off their clothes."
"All their clothes?"
"Yes, all of them. After all, it's a show for adults. They probably wouldn't let you in."
I looked at him to see if he was serious. Had he somehow found out that I wasn't yet eighteen as I had told him? He smiled. I could see that he was just teasing me.
"I'm only kidding. Of course, I'll take you there once it's officially opened."
My view of nightclubs was based on what passed by that name in Villiers, maybe also by my father's opinions about these places. I considered them a meeting point for dirty old men and hookers.
"What for? To look at naked women? Isn't this one here good enough?"
He covered me with kisses. "You are, my darling. You're the hottest woman I've ever met. Maybe you'd prefer a show with naked men? I'll see if I can get Pablo and Rui to do a striptease for you."
I couldn't quite work out if this was a serious suggestion. The idea of being in one room with two, maybe three, naked men made me think of a fantasy I once had after looking at some pictures in one of Charlotte's magazines.
"I don't need to see any other men. You're all I need. I'm all yours. You can do with me what you want."
He looked at me, surprised, maybe a little shocked. "What do you mean, 'do with you what I want'?"
"I mean exactly what I said. I want to belong to you. You can do what you want with me. Make love to me until it hurts, let other men look at me, make me dance naked in a nightclub, share me with your friends."
I didn't know where some of these things came from. Or rather, I did. It was part of my fantasy. I just didn't know what made me say it at that moment.
Ramon looked alarmed. "What makes you think I'd want to share you with anyone? Is it because I didn't want you to hide in the bathroom while Pablo was here? I never implied that you should sleep with him."
"I'm sorry, darling. It seems that the experience had some strange effect on me. It was the first time I exposed myself to a stranger like this. And it made me think of a dream I once had, which later turned into a fantasy."
Ramon wanted to know what this fantasy was all about.
"It's a situation where I'm in a cage inside an apartment somewhere. There is enough room for me to move, but I can't get out. And I'm completely naked, completely exposed to the eyes of everybody who enters the room. There are many men. I'm only allowed out of the cage when one of them wants to use me. They let me out of the cage, fuck me, and then lock me up again. Sometimes I have to serve two men at the same time. You may think that this is a nightmare, but the sensation of being so powerless, being completely at their mercy, actually turns me on. Oh, Ramon, I want to be in your cage."
My fantasy must have turned him on as well. He rolled on top of me and fucked me long and hard. As the orgasms ripped through my body, as I screamed out in joy and fulfilment, I thought of Ramon locking me up in a cage and using me whenever he felt like it.
More important than talking about my own fantasies was trying to find out about the women in Ramon's life. It was clear that I wasn't the first woman he had slept with - that wasn't even worth thinking about. Given our age difference, I had to expect that he was a lot more experienced than I was - he had already given me a demonstration of his skills and stamina during our first night together. And, remembering how I had followed his order to remove my panties, I could be sure that many other women had been unable to resist his manly charm.
The whole scenario was aggravated by Ramon's profession. There were the posters of classy looking ladies in elegant underwear hanging on the walls of his apartment. Had he slept with these women? It wasn't likely that designing sexy lingerie would happen without someone actually wearing it, trying it on, modelling it for Ramon to check that it had the desired effect.
How many scantily-dressed women were passing daily through this apartment? And how many ended up in this bed? And what was Ramon's relationship with those nightclub dancers he had mentioned? Women who take off their clothes on stage probably wouldn't hesitate to take them off in front of him. Wouldn't one thing lead to another?
How many women were there? He had never promised to be mine and only mine, nor had there been any suggestion of a long lasting relationship. He hadn't offered me exclusive rights to his cock, just a night of passionate sex and I had no complaints in this department. Was I just a temporary plaything? Someone for the weekend while he had other partners for the rest of the week? How long would it take for him to get tired of me and drop me?
The strange thing was that I hadn't noticed any signs of a female presence in his apartment: no women's clothes in the wardrobe, no lipsticks, make-up or other women's toiletries in the bathroom, not even the ladies' underwear he had warned me I might find lying around. And then there was the huge bed on a raised platform. It didn't make sense to have a bed like that with nobody to put in it.
I was willing to accept whatever role he would assign to me, but I wanted to know what exactly this role was. To my surprise, it didn't make me jealous to think of Ramon making love to other women. On the contrary, it excited me to imagine how sexy creatures submitted to 'my' Ramon. I wanted him to tell me about his sex life but I didn't want it to sound like I was jealous or possessive. I thought it best to ask him about his work rather than his women.
"Those nightclub dancers, are they good looking?"
Ramon gave me a surprised look. "They certainly are. They have been selected because of their good looks. I thought you weren't interested in naked women?"
I decided to ignore his question. "I suppose you see them all in the nude when they try on your costumes?"
"Not really. The one who helps them to put on the kit and makes any necessary adjustments is Rose."
Rose. At last there was a name. Was she his regular sex partner who also helped him with his work? "Who's Rose?" I asked.
"I don't know where I'd be without Rose. She does everything: she puts together the costumes based on my design, she has the dancers try them on, checks that they fit comfortably and makes any necessary adjustments."
"So you never get to see them in their costumes?"
"I certainly do. After all, it's my name which goes on the finished product and I want to make sure everything looks exactly the way I envisaged it. But Rose makes sure that the clothes fit well and the dancers feel comfortable going through their strenuous routine without their gear getting out of place."
"Ah, so they're worried they might expose themselves?"
"No, that's not the problem. They want to expose themselves at the right moment, when it fits into the choreography, not by accident. We use special hooks, zippers and other devices so that the clothes come off smoothly without much fumbling. There are even some items which come apart as if they had been torn. There is a scene where it looks like some villain is ripping the girl's clothes off, but it's all planned, and the clothes disintegrate exactly the way they were designed."
The thought of watching a woman having her clothes ripped off by some violent attacker turned me on, even though I knew it was only make-believe. Maybe the show was worth watching, after all. I could feel my excitement rise. Ramon's hand between my legs only added to my arousal. I took his cock into my hand and stroked it gently.
I wanted to hear more to fire up my imagination. "What happens after he's ripped off her clothes?"
"It's a very dramatic number. Before he gets hold of the girl, the villain chases her all over the stage but she always manages to escape. Eventually he traps her in a corner, but she fights him off. There's a scene where he drags her across the stage by one leg. I don't know how the dancer can put up with that, but she doesn't seem to mind. It really looks very realistic when he rips off her clothes. He literally tears them apart. What happens afterwards? Well, that's left to your imagination. As soon as the girl is completely naked, the lights fade and the curtain comes down."
I was a little disappointed. Somehow, I had hoped for a vivid description of hardcore sex on stage. In compensation Ramon took one of my nipples into his mouth and gave it his undivided attention.
"Rose is also the one who oversees the mass-production." Ramon released my nipple from his mouth and picked up the conversation while he moved to the other one.
"Mass-production? I thought these were special costumes for one specific show?"
"Well, maybe mass-production is going a bit over the top. But each dancer gets twelve complete sets of their costumes so they have some spares. Rose employs a bunch of seamstresses who produce the costumes according to her instructions. And she makes sure that everything is perfect."
The way he talked about this Rose gave the impression that he really admired her as a professional. But she didn't sound like someone he was sleeping with. She certainly was an invaluable help, but not a sex partner. Then who was he sleeping with?
This question would have to wait because by now Ramon's mouth had taken complete control of my other nipple and the effect took my breath away. He rolled me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs. As he entered me I thought that what the villain was doing to the girl after the lights went out was probably not much different from what Ramon was doing to me - and I loved it. I had felt for a moment that I wanted to be that girl on the stage, but I happily settled for being the woman in Ramon's bed.
"And who models your 'normal' creations?"
Ramon had brought me to another memorable series of orgasms and deposited his seed deep inside my pussy. Now he was stroking my hair and blowing cool air onto my sweat-covered face.
"That's a little more complicated," he answered. "As I haven't found a sponsor yet, I can't afford the huge fees of the well-known models. I have to rely on a few friends and acquaintances who are willing to work for nothing or for a reduced fee. Right now there aren't any live presentations to do, just some photo sessions. I bring them here, they put on my designs and I take pictures of them using the equipment you may have seen standing around here."
This explained another one of the peculiarities of this apartment. Now I knew what those cameras and lights were doing here. Ramon didn't say it, but I assumed that the bed on which we were lying right now also played a role in these photo sessions.
"Of course, if my creations really take off, as I expect they will, these models have a good chance of being the face and the body that appears in the ads and on the packages of my brand. So it's kind of an investment in the future of Ramon's sexy lingerie."
"And an investment in Ramon?"
He smiled at me. "I guess you're asking if I mix business with pleasure. You see, most models are highly professional. They wear my lingerie or other revealing clothes the same way they'd wear a fur coat or a turtle-neck sweater. For them it's all about lending their shapely body to bring out the best in the product, nothing else."
"Most of them are highly professional. But some ...?"
"Some of them," Ramon picked up my half finished question, "some of them consider the photo session merely as a prelude to something much more exciting."
He looked at me tenderly. "I don't want to lie to you. I only do it when it is absolutely necessary. Would you be terribly upset if I told you that I have slept with some of them?"
"Of course not. I didn't expect you to be a celibate. He wouldn't like it." I gave his cock a quick squeeze. "I'm not asking all these questions because I'm jealous. I just want to find out more about you, your likes, your dislikes, your fantasies, your unrealised dreams - and that includes your past and present partners."
"You are my unrealised dream, Jacqueline. You're all I desire." Ramon took me into his arms and held me tight. "When I saw you in that disco, roughly a week ago, I knew immediately that I wanted to make love to you, that I wanted you to be mine."
"But I am yours, Ramon. I told you already. And I'm not demanding that you have to forsake all the others because of me."
He gave me an astonished look. I felt an urge to show him how liberated I was in sexual matters. "Did you ever have a desire to sleep with two women at the same time?"
Without batting an eyelid, Ramon answered, "I've done it a few times but I have never been very satisfied with the experience. I never felt that I was making love to two women. It was more like making love to one and then to the other one. I think the problem was that the women in question didn't like each other enough to want to share me. Each of them was only interested in getting the most for herself. Ideally, the two women should have the hots for each other as well as for the man. Then it could be great."
This time it was me who looked astonished.
"Did you have anybody in mind?" he asked.
That question took me even more by surprise. It seemed that the idea had caught his imagination and he was more interested than he had initially let on.
I quickly ran through the list of women I knew. It only took a minute because my list wasn't very long. Sylvie and Mirabelle were afraid they might be branded bi-sexual, so they didn't qualify. Neither did Charlotte, who hated 'men and their stupid cocks'. Besides, I hadn't been talking to Charlotte since I found out about her attempt to raffle me off. There wasn't anybody else worth considering.
"No," I said. "I hadn't thought of anybody in particular. And thinking of the women I know, there isn't anybody suitable."
"Oh never mind," he answered, trying not to show his disappointment. "This lazy fellow here wouldn't be able to cope with two women in any case." He pointed at his flaccid cock. "He's got problems keeping up with one."
"That's terribly unfair to him. I have nothing to complain about. Maybe he just needs a little motivation."
I slid down between Ramon's legs and took his soft member into my mouth. Once more I experienced the wonderful sensation of his cock reacting to the touch of my lips. It was hard in no time, and Ramon knew how to put his recharged power tool to good use.