Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. This is the conclusion to the series.
13: Claude Alone
My first year back in the states was a struggle. My home country seemed fake and the San Francisco I used to love seemed soulless compared to the vibrant urban life I had known. I applied to graduate school, worked shitty jobs and didn't do much art. I hooked up with a few women but didn't hit if off with anyone.
I exchanged many letters with the beauties. My heart was not just broken but scattered around the globe. Each of them were going through their own lives filled with their own challenges. Whenever I saw an airmail envelope in the mailbox my heart jumped with excitement. I savored those letters and wrote long letters back. My most dedicated correspondents were Farah and Vesna. I would get an occasional long letter from Yara, and Chhaya poured out her heart to me in a long letter when she and Hugh broke up. But otherwise, the cards and letters from the rest were soon to become occasional and short, however affectionate.
In March I received my first rejection letter (from the best art school in the country). I then learned from Farah that she had met someone. Knife in the heart. We had in fact promised each other that we would find someone new to love but now Farah felt so much farther away from me. I got drunk with my housemates and woke up with a hangover. Bleary-eyed with aspirin and coffee in the kitchen, my housemate Ron said, "letter, Claude," and tossed me an envelope.
It was from Vesna. I was afraid to open it. I really couldn't take any more bad news. I drank more water, took a shower, went out to the porch. Feeling thoroughly sick, I opened the letter.
Vesna had been accepted into a graduate program in Los Angeles and would be moving there in June, arriving a few months before the program started. She said she didn't expect me to drop everything I was doing but hoped we could visit each other. She also said she understood if I was seeing someone or didn't want to resume our relationship, but that she was really excited to have a friend in California and that the friend was me.
A tear dropped on the letter as I sobbed with...was that happiness?
Eighteen years after we first met, Vesna and I are still together. We still have passionate sex most days of the week, and while me might sometimes go as long as a year without hooking up with another woman, we've also had a number of special long term lovers, random hookups and smaller scale variations on the toe party. Vesna and I stay in shape with intense yoga workouts and bike rides on the weekend. Her curves are more pronounced now but her body is toned and firm all over. She makes me hot naked or clothed.
We go back to Europe as often as we can to see Vesna's family and have had reunions with some of our friends from the year in Barcelona including Ulrika, Bilan, Chhaya and of course, Farah. These haven't been sexual except for the first trip to London in 1995 when Chhaya and Bilan invited themselves to our hotel room for the weekend. They both said that their sex lives had been pretty tame and they wanted to go a little wild with me and Vesna.
We met them at the hotel bar. The once shy and plain Chhaya was now truly glamorous. Her hair fell in glossy ringlets, framing her face and luminous eyes. She wore tight jeans and a purple corset that put her lush cleavage on display. She gave me a wet kiss in greeting, putting her bejeweled hand on my thigh as her tongue darted between my lips.
Bilan looked amazing too. She wore a short white skirt that showed off her dark slender legs. On top she wore a ruffled white top that seemed quite modest from a distance, but as she neared our table I noticed that her blouse was actually transparent. Bilan's nipples and small breasts were clearly discernable causing a lump in my throat and in my pants. Bilan jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around me before giving me a kiss. She whispered in my ear, "I want you to touch me." I discretely palmed her breast and tweaked a hard nipple then she slipped off my lap to sit beside me, her head on my shoulder.
We ordered a bottle of champagne and caught up on each other's lives. The sexual energy was palpable. Chhaya teased us by licking a finger and running it across the swell of one of her breasts. Vesna wet her finger and touched Chhaya's other breast.
Bilan kicked off her sandals and put a foot in my lap. As I caressed her slender foot and pulled on her toes, Bilan discretely pulled up her skirt to show me her bare pussy. Vesna and Chhaya picked up on my reaction and laughed when they realized what Bilan had done.
As she drained her glass, Vesna told the others to drink up. "Let's take this upstairs before we get kicked out," she suggested.
"But Claude likes his girls to expose themselves in public," teased Chhaya.
"I like to feel his eyes on me," said Bilan. "But I need to feel his hands and his lips on me too."
I was feeling quite aroused. As I stood up, my pants betrayed my condition.
Bilan took on a mischievous look. "I'll walk right in front of you so no one can see that," she offered. As we crossed the lobby with my arm around her shoulder, Bilan repeatedly stopped and bumped her ass against my cock as if by accident. In the elevator I was attacked with kissing mouths and groping hands. But in another minute we were in the room.
Now we looked at each other, not knowing how to start. "Claude," said Vesna, "you undress Bilan and I'll undress Chhaya. Then they can undress us."
I took Bilan in my arms for a long kiss then stepped back to look at her. The formerly uptight Bilan was smoldering now. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt up and she lifted her arms above her head as I pulled it off. I kissed her bare chest in passing as I knelt to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. Her slim brown body was hairless and sleek. I gave her pussy a quick lick then removed her sandals. I couldn't resist her long graceful toes and sucked them into my mouth as she suppressed a squeal of ticklishness.
Vesna had Chhaya down to panties and her corset. They were mashing their lips together as Vesna undid the laces on the corset, allowing Chhaya's luscious breasts to spill out. Her nipples pointed up on her purple brown areolas. Vesna moved her head to suck on Chhaya's nipples as they both moaned. Soon Chhaya was completely naked.
Bilan left me to undress Vesna. Vesna wore a short sleeveless dress with nothing under it. To undress her was a moment's work. Now Chhaya came to me and rubbed her breasts against my chest. I began to reach around her when Bilan said, "wait. I want to see you naked too."
The three nude women unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants, and now we were all unclothed.
"I'm afraid I might be out of practice giving blowjobs," Bilan said playfully as she took my cock in her hand.
"I think I might need a refresher course too," added Chhaya.
"I'll be the judge of that," teased Vesna. "Why don't you suck him together while I offer suggestions?"
Bilan pushed me to sit on the bed as she and Chhaya got on their knees before me.
For a moment the two gorgeous young women looked wistfully at my cock. Bilan leaned forward to touch it with her tongue. She took my shaft in her hand and started to lick the head of my cock.
"Lick his balls, Chhaya," instructed Vesna. Chhaya held my thighs and lowered her head to kiss and lick my balls.
Bilan stroked my shaft with a saliva wet hand while bobbing her mouth on the head of my cock. Chhaya continued licking and sucking my balls into her mouth.
"Suck his cock together. One on each side," directed Vesna.
