The Major Diaries

Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series

Caught!

we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 22 describes the final romantic excursion the couple enjoy before they both have to return to college for the fall semester. All characters are adults over the age of 18.

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"I want you to meet my parents," Jon told Stephanie.

They were sitting at a table outside a tiny cafe on a side street in Paris. When they planned the things they'd do that summer, Jon was especially enthusiastic about taking Stephanie to the city that fascinated him more than any other. He'd read about it, but the city remained a mystery to him. Exploring it with Stephanie seemed like the perfect thing to do before they both had to start taking classes in the fall. As they enjoyed the atmosphere in the grand old city, they did their best to avoid thinking about the fact that they were about to spend months apart, studying at colleges on opposite ends of California.

"I'm afraid to meet your parents," Stephanie said. "How many girls have you introduced to them?"

"So far, zero," Jon said. "You'll be the first."

"Really? Jon, you've dated a lot of girls, haven't you?"

"Well, yes. But I think you already know that most of those relationships blew up in my face. You're the first girl I've wanted to take home to Mom and Dad."

"Really?" Stephanie said, smiling. "So in a way, you want to be your first. To give me your virginity?"

Jon chuckled. "That's it exactly."

The waiter returned with a tray of cheeses. Jon couldn't see a reason why Paris should have the finest selection of cheeses found anywhere in the world. But it seemed to be true. He and Stephanie never tired of tasting the diverse offerings of cheese - the French called it "fromage" - that were unlike anything they'd tasted before. They always drank a glass of wine with their cheese; Stephanie felt very grown up and cosmopolitan, enjoying Jon's company in the place widely called "The City of Love."

They were both so young and vigorous that they felt challenged to walk everywhere, exploring popular tourist sites like The Louvre and also finding quaint places unlike anything found in California. They were usually exhausted by the time they returned to their hotel suite late at night, having just enough energy to have sex before falling into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Being near the Eiffel Tower was so exciting that they decided to sit on a bench and just enjoy looking at it for a while. Jon found himself unable to stop thinking about what would happen after they returned home.

"You are going to be very busy at UCLA," he said. "You'll have your classes, and you'll have soccer, and you'll have some of the best social opportunities at any college anywhere."

"I get the feeling that playing soccer is going to take up all my time," Stephanie said. "That school takes their Number One ranking seriously, and they're going to want me to do everything I can to make sure they keep it."

"You'll be traveling a lot," Jon said. "It's not going to be anything like playing against high schools you can get to in some school bus. They're going to fly you all over the place. You'll stay in nice hotels. It will be exciting."

"I hope so," she said.

"What I'm trying to say, Steph, is that I know you have a very exciting four years ahead of you. I enjoyed my undergraduate years, and I went to a college that was a lot less exciting than UCLA. You're going to have a lot of opportunities to do a lot of fun things."

Stephanie sighed loudly. "I know where this is going," she said.

"Where's it going?" Jon said.

"You are about to tell me that you want me to enjoy my college experience as much as possible, and that you expect me to date other men," Stephanie said. "I heard this all before when you told me you wanted me to enjoy my senior year at high school. I thought that made sense for high school, but it doesn't make sense for college. Jon, I'm going to be too damn busy to hang out with a bunch of sweaty boys who look like apes compared with you. My plan is to work hard until Christmas break, then fly home and fuck your brains out. That, and I guess we'll visit your parents."

"Steph, I remember what college was like," Jon said. "It's easy for you to sit here in Paris and say these things, but I can guarantee that a woman as exciting and dynamic as you will find yourself in a lot of tempting situations at UCLA. I want you to know that you should feel our relationship doesn't prevent you from doing anything you want to do."

"Where did you become such a fan of open relationships?" Stephanie said. "I realize that much of what you say makes sense, but your attitude continually surprises me."

"Well, I guess it started with my parents. They have an open marriage."

"What!?"

"It's true," Jon said. "My Dad has a girlfriend. And my Mom has a girlfriend. I thought it was pretty weird when I was a kid, but I can see that it's the only kind of relationship that makes sense for them."

"Your Mom has a girlfriend!?"

"She certainly does," Jon said. "They've been together since I was a little kid. It was a bit of a shock when I discovered they were more than good friends."

"How did you learn that?" Stephanie said.

"When I was in junior high, a big power failure caused school to be canceled unexpectedly. When I got home, I looked out back and saw my Mom and her girlfriend swimming naked in the pool. And by 'swimming,' I mean kissing, hugging, grinding, and all the other fun things girls can do in the water."

"My goodness," Stephanie said. "That must have been a shock."

"You have no idea," Jon said. "I've never met my Dad's girlfriend. He does a better job of keeping that part of his life separate. At one point I realized that part of the reason he travels so much for work is that he takes his girlfriend with him."

Stephanie was quiet. "This explains a lot, Jon Major."

"Maybe it does," Jon said. "But I think I've already told you that I tried to have monogamous relationships with three different girls in college, and every one of them cheated on me in very public ways that were deeply humiliating. If a couple agrees from the onset that their relationship is open, there's no possibility of being surprised by cheating."

"Wow. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that your Mom has a girlfriend. I mean, I expect men to have girlfriends. But married women?"

"Steph, you know better than me that elite sports attracts a lot of elite female athletes who are either lesbians or bisexuals. You must realize that when you show up on the soccer team at UCLA, a whole crowd of hungry dykes are going to think you are the most delicious looking woman they've ever seen."

"Oh, I know that, Jon. I ran into plenty of girls like that in high school. They flirted with me relentlessly."

"Really? This is the first I'm hearing of this. When they flirted, what did you do?"

"I flirted back," Stephanie said. "I had no skill when it came to flirting with boys, but flirting with girls was effortless. Everybody knew I wasn't seriously interested in hooking up with a girl. Harmless fun."

"Are you sure you wouldn't be interested? Ever?" Jon said.

Stephanie smiled. "Jon, I believe I've made it very clear that I am a big fan of dick."

"Yes, I got that message," Jon said. "Here's the thing, Steph. When I was a teenager, my family had some problems, mainly involving my older brother's drug and alcohol problems. My parents decided we all needed to discuss this stuff with therapists, and the psychologist I spoke to got me to talk about my mixed feelings about my Mom having an ongoing relationship with a woman. I thought she couldn't possibly be in love with Dad and a woman at the same time.

"The therapist told me that one big way men and women are different is that women, in general, have a more fluid sexuality. If a man's first relationships are with women, the odds are that he will be with women for the rest of his life. If his first relationships are with men, he'll be with men. Statistically.

"A lot of women are different. They can have a very successful relationship with a woman, a relationship lasting for years. Then they can turn around and be happy with a man. For years. Then fall in love with another woman. One problem with all this is that women who are capable of being attracted to either sex are sometimes raised in ways that strongly discourage same sex relationships. So they become involved with a man, and things go OK for a while, but after a few years go by they find themselves strongly attracted to some woman, and it causes all kinds of problems."

"Is that what happened with your Mom?"

"That's exactly what happened. She thought she was a plain old heterosexual woman when she and my Dad got married. She was over 30 when she discovered she was a little more complex than that. I don't know all the details, but I know that Mom's little bombshell rocked the marriage for a while. It would have been so much better if she'd known about this aspect of her sexuality before she got married."

"Jon, are you worried I might leave you for some chick? That's about the craziest thing I can think of. I love you, Jon. One of the first things I loved about you was seeing that you are such a dominant, confident man. It's not just that I like your cock so much - although you know I do. I'm a testosterone junkie, and you are where I get my fix."

"That's great to hear, but my therapist thought things are often a little more complicated. Steph, I don't like talking about our future because I don't want you to think I have expectations for you. You're only 19, and it's preposterous for me to think I have any right to chain you down. But I'm human, and I can't help but think about having a future with you. I'm not going to be getting down on one knee anytime soon and asking you to marry me. That would not be fair to someone your age. But when I think of what I'd like to be doing when I'm in my 30s, or my 40s, I like to imagine being with you. It would be in everybody's best interest if you had a mature understanding of your own sexual preferences long before then."

"Why Jon Major! Are you suggesting I hook up with some woman just to find out what it feels like?"

"I honestly don't know what I'm suggesting," Jon said. "When you think about women, do you think about this stuff?"

"I guess so. When I look at beautiful women on the cover of magazines, I find them to be very attractive. More attractive than men. But I've never felt the urge to get physical with a woman."

"Steph, I think you know that I want you to be happy. When you go off to UCLA, and we are forced to be apart, I want you to enjoy the freedom any freshman feels when they move away from their parents for the first time. I guess I think that when some girl approaches you, I'd like for you to pay close attention to the way that makes you feel."

There was a long pause. "It just occurred to me that it's kind of special having a conversation like this at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Was that your plan, Jon? To take me to this beautiful place and tell me all these things?"

"Not even close," Jon said. "I had no agenda at all when we sat down. I'll admit that I wanted to make sure to talk about my feeling that you should enjoy yourself in college, but I just thought that was something we needed to discuss before I drop you off at UCLA. It's a coincidence that I thought about it now. Maybe being in a beautiful place like this makes me think how important you are to me."

"You say the nicest things," Stephanie said.

They spent the rest of the day sightseeing at a frantic place. There were so many things they wanted to see, and not enough time to see them. Jon was devastated by the reality that they wouldn't have time to visit Versailles. He'd seen endless photographs that showed how beautiful it is; visiting would have to wait for some future visit.

They were exhausted by the time they got to their suite late that night. Their feet hurt. They would have enjoyed having a shower, but they were so tired they decided that they could wait until morning. The one thing that couldn't wait was a chance to have sex before going to sleep.

They got into bed and began. It was nothing fancy or even mildly aerobic. Stephanie wrapped her arms about Jon and spread her legs for him. He took his hard cock and ran it up and down Stephanie's pussy until it was nice and wet, then he pressed the head inside. They both moved as slowly and deliberately as they could. Feeling Jon's cock slide in and out of her pussy made Stephanie feel a relaxed arousal that was especially satisfying. If she wasn't so tired, she could have continued for hours. But they were both tired - very tired - and it wasn't long before Jon felt Stephanie's climax begin. It was gentle, and over quickly, but it was more than enough. Jon relaxed and began to cum before Stephanie's orgasm was over.

They were laying side by side when Stephanie turned to Jon and said, "I'm glad you took me to Paris. It's been wonderful."

"It's been wonderful seeing so much of it with you," Jon said.

"You want to live here someday, don't you?" she asked.

"If I can. Just for a few years. I'll always consider America to be my home, but it would be nice to live in France long enough to become intimately familiar with the place and the people. You can't do that by coming here for a few weeks on vacation."

"I hope I can come with you," Stephanie said.

"Nothing would please me more," Jon said.

"I guess that means I need to keep studying French," she said.

"I know a good tutor," Jon said.

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Ah, the City of Love. What a nice way to conclude the summer. Our story concludes with Chapter 23.