Once I’d searched all the doors, and couldn’t find my name, I started to head back to Emma, looking one last time at all the doors, seeing my name...scrawled across a piece of paper on the door right next to the stairs. I mentally slapped myself as I walked into my new room. It was fairly spacious, fitting two single beds, two desks and two dressers. It had its own private bathroom, and two windows on the far wall. Plain white walls and carpets, with matching bed covers. I dumped everything onto. The more time that passed the more I seemed to need it. Sometimes during lunch hour with no one to talk to and not liking to read I'd sneak off to one of the bathrooms and guiltily rub myself off till I came. Then I'd slink out of the class feeling dirty no matter how many times I washed my hands. When I passed other girls who were pretty and confident and laughing I could never picture them doing ... well doing that to themselves ... or if they did then they certainly didn't do it as much as I. Between your legs, I started kissing you on the neck and your ear lobe and moved to your lovely sexy, sensual lips, kissing as I go. I raised myself up off of you and looked down your body. The sight of your exquisite body, was almost too much to handle, your very firm natural breasts, I was like a newborn wanting to try and get milk from them, below that is your flat, and firm stomach, and last but the most critical part, was your shaved pussy. I am back to kissing your lips, your neck, your. Also, a quick note about the setting—Beaupays isn’t a real place either. It’s fictional town in France that I created for the purposes of the story. It literally translates to ‘beautiful land’. This story starts off quite mellow and then builds, so please do enjoy it and feel free to leave me a comment. Best wishes. * Beaupays, France, May 1891 Lorens De Champs could not sleep. Despite the fact that he had enjoyed an excellent dinner of haute cuisine and fine wines, despite the fact that.