The French Student Ch.1 - Sex Stories

The French Student Ch.1

Emile had gotten off the plane a couple of hours ago, but was already quite exhausted from his long flight to an unfamiliar country. Just seven hours ago, he was sitting comfortably in his bedroom in Marseille, France. Typically he was a laid-back and casual type of guy, but traveling across the country as part of a foreign exchange program had gotten him pretty nervous. He had been assigned to the “Hill” family as part of a two month deal where he traveled to America to experience American culture and to ultimately perfect his English. Luckily, Emile had been taught English for many years already, and he was already quite fluent in the language. He had already met the entire Hill family, and they had a lot fewer people than he expected. The father named Tom, the mother Theresa, their only son Michael, and their only daughter Maya. Michael, however, was in France with Emile’s family as part of the foreign exchange program. It was kind of a trading children type thing for a couple of months. The Hill’s seemed nice enough. They had accommodated him with anything he needed, and his bed – on which he was currently sitting - was a lot larger and more comfortable than the bed he had in France. He was contemplating how he would arrange his clothes in the closet for the stay when suddenly, Maya opened the door. “Would you like some snacks?” she asked. Her uncontrollable giddiness and overwhelming sense of enthusiasm was apparent to Emile. He calmly looked at her. Maya was very cute ...

... and short. She had the type of personality where you felt like she was oblivious to how attractive she personally was. With brown hair, a skinny figure, and with curves in all the right places, Maya had already become the subject of admiration of many boys in her class. As a junior in high school, Maya had made the cut for the varsity volleyball team due to her athleticism and fitness. And Emile could definitely tell by her physical appearance. “No thank you.” Emile said. Maya hesitated as if she wasn’t sure if it was polite to insist he eat something. She was already nervous before she met him, and now that Emile was staring at her with two steely blue eyes, she was downright awkward. “Oh yeah, that’s fine. Whatever.” Maya finally sputtered. “Whatever you need, just tell me... Or uh - us. Just tell us. It doesn’t have to be me.” She sprinted away to her room. There definitely weren’t many boys that had made her a melting, sputtering mess before just by looking at her. Maybe it was simply because he was French, but Emile was arguably the most attractive boy she had seen in her life. He had wide set shoulders which tapered down to a narrow waist. And even though he wore a loose-fitting t-shirt, Maya noticed the distinct outline of a six-pack. His biceps bulged and flexed with every movement. She would definitely love the feeling of having his two muscular arms wrapped around her, protecting her. Maya now sat on her bed with her cell texting her friends. It was already 10 pm ...