One Saturday we were hiking out in the hills and we started talking trash about how big our cocks were. We had seen each other in the gym showers and ...e kind of knew what each of us had down there. But, still, it turned into a good-natured argument.I told the guys that what really matters is how big a cock is when it's fully erect – not when it's limp. So we each dared each other to pull down our pants and start stroking ourselves hard to see exactly how big we were.We found a little clearing. She started to make out parts of individual conversations. The people crowded around her were more interested in talking than touching her right now. She gathered this was a club and their big party for the year was at Sir's house. He was the boss or leader. At one point she felt someone leaning on her like she was just a statue. She thought to herself she might as well be. She was part of the decor, a prop to be displayed as a show of wealth.The room got quieter and the tone of the crowd. The door opened and there she stood with her long flowing curly hair and capturing eyes. She gestured and then pulled John in by the shirt and reached her arms around him to latch the door. Their bodies were pressed close just to fit into the tight quarters and John began to get hard due to the circumstances. The young bombshell was pressed so tightly to him that she could feel his uncontrolled response and smiled and in a pleasing tone vocalized, “mmmm.”John stood stunned by the turn of. There seemed to be plenty of submissive girls but not that manypotential suitors, apart from professionals. I didn't want to bedominated by stern women or sadistic 'tops', I wanted to be a propergirlfriend to some nice, intelligent guy who would fancy the pants offme (...often...).When it came down to it, it was nothing ventured, nothing gained, so Idecided to take a chance and reveal myself in public, in a limited,controlled, manner. After much agonising I reckoned that my veryfavourite French.