The girls woke up in the morning. Christy was vibrant and felt great. Maria was still dressed in her red blouse with the white lace with some of the beautiful buttons missing. She still had her coat on, her tight jeans that battled to stay on her, and her black calf leather boots.
Maria moaned as she rolled over-she was very hungover, and her complexion was pale. She was not her usual bubbly self. Let's face it-she looked like death warmed over. She tossed and turned a bit more and complained that the sunlight was bothering her.
"Can you close the shades? My hangover is killing me. I don't remember what we drank but it smelled great at the time, and the champagne. Now the thought of the smell makes me want to throw up,"
Christy said in a quiet voice.
What she drank was B&B, 1 part Brandy and 1-part Bénédictine liqueur. It is an after-dinner drink and you are only supposed to have one; Maria said she a had a few more than one followed by Champagne.
"Ok, I will tell you what I remember about the night starting after you left," she said.
Here is what she told Christy happened:
After Christy left the club with Henri, Maria got a little wild. Louis and Jean were taking turns dancing with Maria. Maria was having a blast having two Frenchmen doting on her and showering her with compliments, mainly about how hot she looked.
The next song up was a slow, romantic French rock song. Louis asked Maria to dance. Louis held Maria close, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. Louis's hands found her ass, and she did nothing to discourage him.
After the dance was over, Maria finished her beer. Not to be outdone, Jean asked Maria to dance. The song was "Staying Alive", and Maria's boobs bounced as they rocked out to the Bee Gees. Jean was more focused on her breasts than he was on her face. Maria was enjoying herself immensely and the dance floor was packed and there was an odor of sweat; after-all, it was France.
After they went back to the bar, Louis suggested that they continued the party back at his condo with the view of the Reines River. Maria's first instinct was for them to remain at the club, but Louis and Jean insisted. They got into Henri's car and headed to Louis's.
The building was stunning, its elegance highlighted by the gleaming lobby lights. The doorman greeted them in French while he opened the cab door with a courteous smile and extended a steadying hand to Maria. Her laughter bubbled up as she stepped out, she stumbled slightly from one too many drinks. Her friends quickly helped her, their laughter echoed as they guided her carefully toward the entrance. Together, they made their way to the elevator, giggling and teasing Maria as she leaned on them for supports. It was another "OMG" moment in her life.
Louis and Jean were conversing in French; maybe they were plotting their plans for Maria. Maria wasn't paying attention to their chatter. She was thinking about her next drink and her top was schmoozing her boobs.
As they crowded into the elevator, still laughing, Jean glanced at Louis and said with a grin, and said in French, "Not too much alcohol for Maria. It wouldn't be fun if she passed out."
But Maria wasn't paying any attention. She was thinking about getting out of her tight clothes and of course, her next drink.
Then, with a playful tone, he glanced at Maria and said in English: "Not too much more alcohol for you. We don't want you to pass out. That wouldn't be fun."
The Frenchmen laughed together. They were having a ball. And why not, Maria was a hottie and American Latina.
When they finally reached the condo, Maria wasted no time collapsing onto the plush couch, a relieved sigh escaping her lips.
"My head is spinning," she muttered, pressing her fingers to her temples. "Can someone get me a glass of water?"
Louis, always attentive, nodded and headed to the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with a cool glass of water. Maria accepted it gratefully, wrapping both hands around the glass as if to steady herself. She took small, deliberate sips, hoping the world would stop tilting around her.
Jean announced, "Now it is time to try a French brandy cocktail, B&B."
Jean poured her a small amount in a brandy snifter. He did not even bother to heat it up which you should always do. She gulped it down like it was a shot of Jack.
"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," she thought as she laughed to herself. Jean poured another small glass and she drank that as well.
It was another "OMG" moment that evening.
The guys told her a lie; that they were virgins and never saw a woman's breasts before and would she show them hers? Any sober woman would have thrown the glass of water in their faces and left. But a drunk woman? That is another story and Maria was a drunk, college girl.
She stood up, barley, and raised her arms in the air, making her breasts look even sexier as if that were possible. The Frenchmen got excited as they anticipated what was going to happen next.
The top two buttons of the blouse were never buttoned so she unbutton the third button of her blouse, and the fourth one just came flying off. She tried to unbutton the fifth one, but it came off and fell to the floor. She undid the rest of them and the blouse dropped to the ground. She stood before them with just her bra and her jeans on as Louis put on some soft music.
Jean said, "You are more beautiful than words can express, let me help you with your bra."
Maria was torn between compromising her values, and getting out of the fucking uncomfortable bra. It is not like she has never shown anyone her tits before and they were in France and her imaginary boyfriend was in The States.
It was hard to process all of this as Jean unclipped her bra and her boobs popped out. Her nipples were still hidden from the guys, shielded by the bra. She could feel the cool air in the room on her tits-it felt good as her nipples started to stiffen, partially because of the excitement of the men lusting after her, and partially because of the cool air.
Louis encouraged her.
