The French Student Ch.1 - Sex Stories

The French Student Ch.1

... after a long and exhausting day helping her mom make the house look nice for Emile and picking him up at the airport. Although she was having conversations with her friends, Maya’s mind was definitely preoccupied with something else. She couldn’t help it. A muscular and handsome boy, the same age as her, was in the room next to hers. Only a thin wall separated the two. If this were a movie or book she thought, the possibilities were endless. They could end up making out by the end of the night. The thought of this got Maya hot and heavy. Her mind wandered to a thousand different places as her loud breathing became noticeable and she became flushed. Maya didn’t masturbate very often, maybe once or twice a week. However, she quickly decided that now was as good a time as any. She quickly stood up and went to lock her door when the spitting sound of the shower turning on stopped Maya dead in her tracks. “Holy shit.” she thought. Maya hadn’t really told Emile which shower he was supposed to use - either the shower near her mother’s room or Maya's own shower - but apparently Emile had made that decision for himself. Maya was about to finally lock her door and do what intended to do when she realized something. Emile hadn’t locked the bathroom door. In fact, the door to the bathroom wasn’t even completely closed. A simple nudge of the door would give Maya an all access view of Emile and his body. Maya couldn’t believe she was placed in this situation. By now, her heart was beating ...

... so quickly it felt as if it was trying to flutter away in her chest. “Was he lathering himself in soap at this very moment?” “Is his six-pack as amazing as it first seemed?” Maya took a deep breath. This was entirely inappropriate! Emile had only arrived from France today and was probably exhausted. However, Maya couldn’t deny it. All this vacillating and mental conflict had gotten her really wet and turned on. Right across from her in the hallway, she thought, Emile was standing naked. Maya tried to will herself to close her door, but instead she found herself taking her first step out of her room. All she wanted was a peek. Maya quickly glanced down the hallway and saw that the light in her mom’s room was already out. There was no chance for her mom to walk out and catch her. She tiptoed across the hall and stopped her hand just short of nudging the door open. “Crap!” Maya thought. She really needed an alibi or an excuse in case Emile caught her looking. Maybe she could say she was getting her toothbrush and towel because he was taking too long? “No way,” Maya thought. She couldn’t sell that excuse in a million years. After ravaging her mind for another thirty seconds, she ran back and grabbed her iPod and settled on the excuse that she was listening to music and simply “didn’t hear” that the shower was on. She slipped her earbuds in for no reason besides her pathetic excuse and began to open the door. Calmly, she slipped her face through the crack and glanced at the glass ...