Chapter 3
Sally opened the door to let Pierre in. “I’m almost ready, sorry I just have to finish with my makeup.” She said and went back to the bathroom.
“You don’t need any makeup, your beauty is perfect.” Pierre said as she walked away.
She shook her head at him. “You really are going to keep telling me this type of stuff?” She asked.
“Why wouldn’t I, it’s the way that I feel.” He said. “But you seem a little bit off, what’s wrong?” He asked. “It looks like you might have been crying, are you okay Mon Cheri?”
“I guess I was confused about nothing before.” Sally said.
Pierre looked at her confused for a minute. “Oh you mean the person back home, right?” He questioned.
“Yeah, it seems like he is dating my best friend now. I guess I wasn’t as important to him as I thought.” Sally said sadly.
“Oh Mon Cheri, you will always be the most important thing to me.” He grabbed her arm and kissed the back of her hand. This time he moved his kisses up her arm and slowly made his way to her mouth.
Sally didn’t pull away from the kiss this time. It was light and tender. He pulled away and ended the kiss.
“Let’s go eat.” Pierre said. “I promise the food will make you feel better. If that doesn’t work, I’ll woo you more when we are done!” He laughed.
She had to admit the kiss had been something that made her feel better though. Sally had wondered if once Johnny had sex with her he had decided she wasn’t worth his time. But Pierre’s kiss had held the promise of passion and much more, but not right away.
Sally smiled and wondered how considerate of a lover Pierre would be. It still hurt to think about sex though, because she pictured Mary and Johnny together. Screw Johnny, she thought.
“Let’s go Pierre; I’m ready to have fun in Paris!” Sally said and grabbed his arm.
He smiled at her; she saw the promise in his eyes of something more. Sally suddenly felt the pain of the past starting to slip away; she knew Pierre would at the least be a very good distraction to her.
During the meal they talked about each other’s lives.
“So what was it like growing up here?” Sally asked.
“Nothing special really, well not until now and meeting you!” Pierre smiled. “It would be the same as where you grew up, was it special to you? I’m used to everything around here, it’s my home. But now Nebraska, tell me more about that!” He stated.
“Well it’s cold in the winter, and gets really windy during the spring. They have tornados and thunderstorms, but not much else if you want to expand your views. I mean I could stay there but I would have felt like I was missing out on something.” Sally explained.
“Yes Mon Cheri, you would have missed out on me! Worse yet I would have missed out on meeting such a beautiful rose.” He commented.
She smiled at him. “Pierre you are indeed a Frenchman, the one’s I’ve read of whom love to love!” She laughed.
“I don’t love everyone Mon Cheri, only those who are worth it, and I bet that you are worth every moment of my time.” He stated.
“Maybe, but I guess that depends on you.” Sally said. She wasn’t sure if she was interested in Pierre because of him, or to get over Johnny. Sally compared Pierre to Johnny more than once in her mind, and knew it wasn’t fair to either of them. However, she knew it was something she would have to get over.
Before she knew it they had been sitting in the restaurant for four hours and it was closing down around them. “Oh my goodness I hadn’t realized we had been here this long!” She laughed.
“It’s okay I know the owner, but we should really go so they can clean up! I was thinking about a nice romantic walk along the river, if you’re up for it.” He said.
“Sure it sounds nice. I want to experience Paris in every way possible.” She stated.
“I will show you many sides of the country, if only you allow me too.” He stated, his eyes showing a lust that she was sure was strong.
In her mind she weighed whether it was a good idea to sleep with Pierre, or would she be better off making him wait a bit. She didn’t want to seem easy, though she had just thrown herself at Johnny right before she came over here. Sally tried to decide her best approach to this situation, but felt as if her emotions were going to suffocate her.
He took her hand as they walked along the water. It felt good to have the connection, the feeling of someone wanting you. Sally knew it wasn’t a good idea to get into a relationship with him, but right now she didn’t really care. It was more about the complete distraction from her past and the hurt she felt at the betrayal of Johnny and Mary.
When Pierre stopped walking and leaned into kiss her, she kissed him back more passionately. Sally pushed her tongue into his mouth and demanded him to respond back. He did so and soon they were both separating from the kiss. She was breathing hard from the excitement that the kiss had started.
“Would you like to come back to my room?” She asked.
“Mon Cheri, I’ve been waiting for this moment from the second I first saw you in the airport.” He said. “I will show you how much a man who appreciates you will make love to you. I hope you don’t have to be up early tomorrow though, because I will keep you up all night!” He promised.
Sally turned a bright red. She hadn’t had sex many times in the past, and never had someone make love to her all night long. The thought of it was intriguing and exhilarating at the same time.
He noticed the look on her face. “Mon Cheri, do not worry, I will not hurt you, but will please you more than you could ever imagine!” He stated.
“How do you plan on doing that?” She queried. More out of curiosity than anything, she knew the words would excite her.
“Oh I will show you, words do nothing to describe the feelings you will have when we are in the bedroom.” He said.
Sally hurried her step up, looking forward to this more than she had thought she would. His words held a promise that she wanted to experience.
When they got upstairs her nerves were on edge. She was nervous but excited at the same time. Pierre kissed her softly at first and then increased the pressure. She kissed him back and felt his hands roaming over her body. They were rough and probed her breasts like they were bags of bread. He pushed her nipple out of her top and bit it hard. She moaned loudly at the sensation of pleasure and pain together.
He undressed her slowly, and caressed her body with a mixture of soft and hard touches. Each time he would apply more pressure to her body she would arch her body in pleasure.
“Oh so my little Mon Cheri seems to like it a bit rough, this is good!” Pierre laughed. He bit her side near her stomach. Sally screamed out in more pleasure.
“Please make love to me.” She pleaded.
He smiled down at her. “In due time my love, don’t rush me, you’ll enjoy this much more if I take my time!” He laughed and bit her on the neck underneath her ear.
Sally moaned again and arched her body. She could feel a release that was building up in her body, and he had only done a little bit to her. She couldn’t imagine what this night would hold, but she was enjoying the beginning of it.
He turned her over and made her get on her knees. Pierre slapped her ass hard. She yelled out, but it wasn’t because it had hurt, but she felt her juices begin to boil even more.
“Do you like that?” He asked.
She shook her head yes.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes please.” She said.
“Beg me for it, tell me what you want.” He ordered.
“I want you to spank me more.” She stated.
He hit her ass again with his open palm. She moaned and felt her pussy become soaked. Pierre hit her a few more times and then hit her on the side of her leg with his now very erect member. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, are you ready? Do you think you can take this full 8 inches?” He asked her.
“Please fuck me hard, do it now, I can’t wait another minute.” She pleaded.
Pierre shoved into her hard and fast, she was soaked wet, her pussy dripping out like a drooling baby. She pushed back as he thrust into her and moaned as he penetrated her sex with great ferocity.
Sally felt the explosion of her climax and moaned loudly as her body felt pleasure from every core. Pierre didn’t stop though, he kept pounding into her and her body enjoyed it by orgasming again.
He flipped her over and made her sit on top of his hard cock. She slid down it easily and soon she was rocking on his member. Her body didn’t want to stop, it felt so good. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and twisted them. Sally howled out in pain and felt the clinch of her body as it shot off into another zone of climaxes.
Pierre grabbed her waist and manhandled her, pushing her down onto his hard dick. She was light to him; he easily slammed her body onto his and made his dick touch regions of her inner body that she had never felt before.
With the constant attention her g-spot soon throbbed and her body showed her its pleasure by another orgasm. Sally was soaking with sweet and her pussy was soaking Pierre from the many climaxes.
He grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her down to kiss her hard. “Your mine now, no one will ever show you this much pleasure again.” He promised.
She wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but at the moment she would agree with him completely. Her body was a puddle of mush, there was no juice left in her. She didn’t think she would be able to orgasm anymore. But he wrapped his hands around her neck and began to squeeze slowly. She felt her body as it exploded in a symphony of sweet pleasure once more. Pierre screamed out as his body shot his juices into her waiting hole.
She fell forward on him, her body drenched and worn out. He kissed her forehead and said. “Mon Cheri you are a wild animal in bed.”
“I would say the same for you.” She laughed. Her neck was sore, but not so much. Her body was humming like a well-oiled machine. Sally couldn’t believe that her mind would bring up a picture of Johnny at that moment, but it did.
She sighed as she thought of the only other person who would be able to make her feel like she did right now. Maybe even more so, she wondered. She cleared her mind of thoughts of Johnny, she shouldn’t care at all, and he didn’t.
Pierre looked over at her and smiled. “Mon Cheri, I hope you’re ready for round two!” He grabbed her.
She squealed at how easily he manhandled her, but she enjoyed it. He was a bigger man than Johnny just by his muscle mass. Johnny could easily do this to her as well. But just as quickly as he had entered her min; Pierre pushed it all out by slamming her still wet pussy down on his cock that was fully erect and ready for action.
Sally screamed out as her body went into pleasure overload quicker than she could imagine. Her body quaked as a climax shot through her body.
He kept true to his word and the sun was coming up as he was still pounding her into the mattress. Sally felt like a rung out doll when he finally climaxed deep into her body.
She fell asleep quickly as she felt his arms melt around her. Her dreams taunted her with thoughts of Johnny. When she woke up in the morning she found herself alone. For a minute she had to wonder if she had simply imagined the night before.
Sally looked around for Pierre at the hotel that day and didn’t find him. She wondered what it was about these men that made them leave her so quickly. She began to think she was broken, that something was wrong with her.
She walked around in a fog of confusion as the days passed she didn’t run into Pierre once. Many nights she would spend inside her room and cry. “It isn’t fair, why is this happening?” She wondered aloud more than one time.
No matter what she thought though she couldn’t understand why this had happened. He had seemed so honest and like he really cared about her. However, here it was three days after their night out and no Pierre was around.
Sally wondered if something bad had happened to him. But she wasn’t sure how to ask around about him. She didn’t know if he would get into trouble and lose his job. So instead she would walk around and look for him, sure that something bad had befallen him. That had to be the only reason that he wouldn’t be around his Mon Cheri, or so she thought.
She didn’t even have Johnny or Mary to talk too. This wasn’t something she wanted to talk to her mom about either. So she let herself stew in the dark depressive thoughts of bad events taking place.
Sally even had a hard time concentrating on all the fashion design things she was trying to learn. She had gone to the school and thought about signing up for the next term. However, she stopped and instead told them she would be back later.
Her life that had once held great promise seemed to be overshadowed by men who didn’t want her. “No he wants me, something is wrong, maybe his mother got sick, or he got hurt?” She told herself on several occasions.
Pierre couldn’t be like Johnny. “You’re the one who left the states, not Johnny.” Her mind reminded her.
She pulled up her email and decided to lay it on the lie with Johnny. Sally began to type her message.
Johnny,
I know you said not to write to you, but I have no choice. The truth is I can’t get our one afternoon out of my mind. Why didn’t you say something to me about it? Why do I feel like you simply used me and then moved on? Was it because I moved? You know I’ve wanted this for my whole life now; would you stop me from being happy?
Well the truth is I’m not happy here either. I seem to be lost and all alone. I miss you, I miss our talks, and I want to feel your touch on my skin again.
She looked at the note and erased the last part. “He obviously doesn’t want me or he wouldn’t have moved on to Mary.” She pouted.
Sally left the note as a draft and closed her program down. “I can’t write this when I’m sad and depressed.” She admitted.
She went out of the hotel and decided to walk to the nearby park, maybe the flowers would help cheer her up. Sally heard a familiar voice behind her talking to someone. She turned to see Pierre; he was with another young female.
“Mon Cheri, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” She watched as he told the other woman.
She stared his way, her mouth open wide. “How could you?” She walked up to him and asked.
Pierre looked up at her, his eyes cold and hard. “I’m sorry who are you?” He asked.
“You know who I am; you were saying those same words to me just last week.” Sally demanded. “What was I, just a stop on your way to what?”
He pulled her to the side quickly. “Look you don’t understand, you are simply one of many tourists who show up every day in town. You were easy to read, you wanted a man to take you and make you forget something. But you weren’t looking for anything else. Don’t blame me for stopping this before it got too far. Now just pack up your bags and go back to your town. You will be eaten alive in Paris.” He stated.
She stood listening to him; the tears began to fall from her eyes. “What do I have to go back too? You promised me something, why have you turned away so quickly.” She wanted to know.
“You are just a child in my eyes. Please don’t embarrass yourself anymore just walk away now. People are staring at you like you are crazy.” His eyes burned into her, she could feel the anger flowing under his touch.
Sally turned and walked away, the tears were streaming down her face. She could hear the other girl asking him who Sally was.
“She’s just some girl, don’t worry about her.” She heard him say.
She felt the sobs as they hit her body and she ran the rest of the way back to her room. Sally wasn’t ready for this; she wanted to go back to the room she grew up in. She wanted to have her mother take care of her, and tell her it was all going to be alright.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was done with Paris. She didn’t want to be here anymore, her dreams were crushed. Sure she could go to school and learn about fashion design. But the fact that Pierre had done this to her so easily, how many more times would it happen.
“Why didn’t I just stay in Kearney? Johnny why didn’t you plead for me to stay, tell me once more you loved me. I might have not left.” Sally thought. But she knew that her mind had been made up she would have still made the trip. However, if Johnny had said he loved her, she would never have fallen for Pierre. But she knew that she would have missed Johnny even more than she did right now.
She turned on her computer, and went to the airline website. Sally felt like she was running away, she knew she was. But she hoped that maybe Johnny would see her and take her under his wing, tell her he loved her once more. It was all she could think of as her tears blocked her vision.
She called her mom and told her the news, but didn’t go into the reason why. “I’ll tell you when I’m back mom. Don’t forget to come and get me at the airport.” She reminded her mom.
“I won’t dear. But I wish you would talk to me, I can tell your sad.” Her mom stated.
“I’ll be fine mom. So tell me have you seen Johnny lately?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“Well he got into a bit of trouble and we don’t really talk to him anymore. He’s not the same boy he was before.” Her mom said.
“What kind of trouble?” She asked.
“I don’t know all of it really and you know I hate the gossip. But I heard he beat up his boss first and then there was something with Mary and I don’t even know the full story. Just tell me you won’t hang out with him if you come back.” Her mom stated.
“I don’t know mom, I’ve known him for so long. It seems like these are just stories about him. I can’t see him beating up his boss at all. Johnny was never mean to anyone. What happened with Mary?” She queried wanting to know more.
“She says that he hurt her during sex.” Sally heard her mom sigh as she said the words.
Sally shook her head, it had been rough between them the one time, so it was possible, she guessed. But as she thought of that afternoon her blood began to flow and she wanted him again.
She knew she was being what some would term wishy-washy. However, there was an attraction a pull to that rough bad boy she had seen that day in the woods. She hung up realizing she had gotten all she could from her mom.
Though she thought about calling Mary, she changed her mind. Instead she wanted to hear the story from Johnny. She wanted to see his face when he saw her again. Sally hoped that he would look at her like he used too so long ago.