In Paris
'This place looks alright,' Brad said as we walked past a quiet looking bar.
We were in Paris, it was the first night of our first big European back packing tour. 'Looks very French,' I said as we stopped and looked through the window.
'Perfect,' Brad said, opening the door and pushing inside. 'It'll be a good way to remember our first night.'
I laughed and followed him inside the bar. 'Whoa,' I said, it was more of a jazz lounge, everything looked incredibly fancy.
'This might be out of our price range,' I said, looking at the well-dressed people who patronised the joint.
'Live a little John,' Brad said, pulling out two stools at the bar, one for him and the other presumably for me.
I sat down. 'Fine,' I said. 'One drink, and then we find somewhere cheap,' I looked around at the aging and mostly male cliental. 'And with chicks.'
The annoyed looking bartender walked over and took our drink orders. He must have to deal with this sort of thing a lot, American back packers coming into his fancy bar with no money wanting to buy drinks.
'Thanks,' I said once he place both drinks down in front of us.
Brad simply nodded and took a sip. 'So John,' Brad said after his sip. 'We getting you laid tonight or what?'
Brad knew this was a sore spot for me, I was the town virgin and all through high school he was the town slut. He fucked not only every chick I had a crush on, but the ugly chicks, teachers and even some of the mothers. Brad was the most sexually free person I knew, and I never understood why he was friends with a normal, extremely heterosexual virgin like myself.
'Well,' I said, looking around the club. 'We've got the cream of the crop for my first time at this place,' I joked.
'Later,' Brad said. 'We gotta find you a dirty slut who'll let you do whatever you want to her for your first time... good thing we're in Paris right?'
'To Paris,' I said, lifting up my glass for a toast.
'To Parisian sexual openness,' Brad countered, chinking my glass and sculling his drink.
A quartet of musicians playing a set of jazz standards took the stage, catching our attention long enough to not notice the woman sitting next to me. 'The usual Jacque,' the woman said in French.
I turned back around to look at her, it was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen in my entire life. It was all I could do to not openly drool all over the bar. She had beautiful big blue eyes that looked like they could stare into your soul, a cute nose, full thick red lips, long dark hair the complexion of a porcelain doll.
'You're new,' she said in French.
I just looked at her stunned, she was wearing a low-cut dark green dress that really showed off her ample cleavage. 'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I don't speak French.'
Brad was the one of us who spoke French, but he was busy admiring the jazz quartet. 'That's okay,' she said. 'I speak English.'
'I'm sorry,' I said, putting out my hand. 'My name's John,' I nearly stuttered nervously. 'Can I buy your drink?' I'd always seen in movies when a guy wants to fuck a chick at a bar he buys her a drink.
She laughed. 'No thanks,' she said. 'You two look like you need to save your money,' she said, referring to our clear not fancy attire. 'Besides I can afford it,' she finished.
'Thanks,' I said, smiling awkwardly, I figured that didn't bode well for me, she didn't seem like the type to go for someone below her grade.
Brad turned around, finally noticing the woman sitting next to me. 'Nice to meet you,' he said in French, taking her hand from across me and kissing it. 'My name is Brad.'
'Fuck,' I thought to myself, the severely low chances of fucking this woman were completely diminished now that Brad had thrown himself into the ring.
'Eve,' she said back, as he let go of her hand. 'You're very well mannered.'
Eve's drink landed in front of her and she took a sip from it. 'What brings you to a place like this on a night like tonight?' Brad asked, reverting to English.
'My husband is out of town and I thought, why not live a little?' she said. 'What brings the two of you to Paris?'
I was too crestfallen to respond, the fact that she was married took my two percent chance and replaced it with a big fat zero. 'Backpackers,' Brad responded. 'First night here actually.'
'First night huh?' She said, smiling at us knowingly. 'Well, how about to celebrate you let me buy you guys a few drinks,' she said, gesturing towards our empty glasses.
'Wow,' Brad said. 'Thank you so much.'
'It's no problem,' she said, gesturing for the bartender to bring us more drinks. 'Welcome to Paris.'
We quickly and surely got pretty drunk with Eve, she seemed to be really letting loose with us. The alcohol seemed to have that effect on all of us, even I was confident enough to start joking and flirting with Eve. In fact by drink four she seemed to actually be picking up on my vibe.
'So are you travelling all around Europe John?' Eve asked, placing her hand on mine.
'Yeah,' I said, taking her hand. 'I want to try and see as much of it as I can,' I said, looking into her eyes.
'Play your cards right,' Eve said smiling at me. 'You might see a lot of Paris tonight.'
My eyes widened slightly, I didn't think she'd be so forward, especially considering the fact that she had a husband. 'I have to... I need to use the bathroom,' I said, before leaping up and practically sprinting to the restroom.
'Okay, okay, okay,' I said to myself repeatedly as I splashed water I my face in front of the mirror. 'You can do this,' I finished.
When I walked back out I saw that Brad had placed himself in my chair and seemed to be whispering something to a very attentive Eve. He was still talking when I approached, but he was speaking French so I didn't know what he was saying. I sat down on the other side of Eve, and what I saw made my skin crawl, she was smiling like I hadn't seen her smile before and all because of whatever Brad had whispered.
Suddenly, from the stage, the quartet began to play a dance song. 'Hey John, wanna dance?' Eve said, standing up and placing her hand out for mine.
I stood up and joined her, putting my hand in hers. 'Hell yes,' I said, making my way toward the dance floor.
Eve was still standing in the same spot though, her other hand stretched out toward Brad. 'You coming?' She asked.
Brad took her hand and the three of us took to the dance floor, at first Eve was dancing more or less exclusively with me. We were holding hands and swaying, performing amateur dance moves at the right times. Soon though, she drifted to Brad and did the same things with him and then back to me again.
After a few minutes I looked at Brad, trying to make some sense of the situation. He just smiled and mouthed the words, 'Enjoy yourself.' Eve began to dance a little closer to me, grinding her thigh against my cock. She pulled Brad closed and did the same to him, soon we were both grinding against her thighs, practically dry humping her on the dance floor.
'My place isn't far away,' she whispered to us as the song ended. 'Want to come for a night cap?'
We both nodded and let her lead us out to the street. 'What's going on?' I asked Brad as Eve walked us up the street toward her home.
'Good news is you're losing your virginity tonight,' Brad whispered as we turned down a side alley. 'The even better news is I'm going to be there every step of the way, guiding you, making sure you reach your sexual potential!'
Eve clearly heard this last part but chose to make us think she hadn't as we approached the courtyard of her building. 'I'm fucking her though right?' I questioned even quieter, making sure there was no confusion.
'You'll fuck her,' Brad said quietly. 'She's gonna let you do whatever you want to her,' Brad said, pointedly loud enough for Eve to hear.
