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There was something about Carole…

When the two women went out for lunch—when Gui had to go back to work and they went back to being American and British tourists, respectively—that was when Sabrina saw it plainly.

“You are in love with Gui!” Sabrina exclaimed and clapped her hands, the recognition shocking her like electricity.

Carole smiled shyly.

Nodded.

She put out her cigarette, and smiled at Sabrina before she fished for another cigarette.

“I did not want to be in love with him,” Carole smiled shyly. “We met on a train when I was having a day in Paris, and it was quick between us. The people around us were sleeping, and we went into the bathroom together. It was obscene how close were were to each other. I could see his pores, he could see the bumps on my nipples. It felt too good when he was inside me, because we were so close to each other.”

Sabrina took the offered cigarette from her friend, and inhaled as Carole went on.

“I was fine for a one timer, I did not think that he was going to give me his number, and we were going to meet in Paris over and over again. He came to London then, and Drew! I saw him with Drew! Of course Drew asked about you…”

Sabrina nodded, hearing Drew’s name was like having ice water thrown on her, but she nodded and encouraged Carole to continue with her love story.

And she did gleefully.

“Enough times in Paris, and I was not a stranger. He was not a stranger, and I felt so close to him. Wanted to be close to him all of the time, told him all of my secrets and about you. How long you have been my best friend. How beautiful you are… When you said you were coming here…he wanted to meet you.”

“But the two of you are magic,” Sabrina confessed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. “When you are together it is kind of like looking at the sun.”

Carole grinned.

“You were watching? You are making me feel like Carole Lombard—my mom named me after her and I am sure I told you! I feel like when Gui and I are together, it is like a screwball comedy.”

“Well at least the screw part!”

Carole playfully hit Sabrina.

“When he is inside me I surrender, he fills me up and silences everything negative inside me. It is like he is a light. Like we both can be with other people, but it is not like being together.”

Sabrina thought of what it felt like to be filled up with Harry. He had sent her a text in response to hers, a picture of himself. Even though he did not like to take pictures, his captured silhouette made her wet as fuck. Being with Gui had been a futile replacement.

“Now me your story ,” Carole said coyly. “Because I am not alone in love….”

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Carole Lombard via wikipedia

it was not like she was on a mandatory excursion away from Harry, like a conference or something—but the minute that she was alone Sabrina was inspired. She stood in the window—naked—and tried to take a selfie with the Eiffel Tower.

The first few she took were candid, but the sunlight on her made them look extremely raw. All of her flaws were visible like HDTV. She looked like what she felt—forlorn and adrift…

She sat on the window sill which was sun-warmed for her bare ass, and took another picture. She used a photo editor on her phone, and wrote, “I miss you…” with a lipstick effect. When she was pleased with her edits, she hit “Done” and then “Send.”

Sabrina put her phone down, and there was a tear in the corner of her eye. But before she could indulge, Gui was back in the room.

“I thought—“ she started, and he silenced her with a kiss. His kiss was warm and tender, and Sabrina found that she needed a surrogate before she burst into tears and putting her arms around Gui made her calm.

Gui grabbed her breast and an ass cheek like they were ripe fruit, and climbed into the bed with her. She let him grip her body like fruit—she was sure she would be bruised if she was not already. His touch distracted her from her emotions. That was all she wanted, and she liked it somewhat rough. Clearly Gui had paid attention to this in his time with her…

Wordlessly, he arranged her so that she could give him head. He was beautiful, the girth that she liked and he was obviously hungry for her mouth. She kissed him there, before she sucked on the inside of his thigh. He moved slowly, but she ignored his manipulative gyration. She was going to do this the way that she wanted to.

“Is Carole watching?” she smiled, looking up at him from between his thighs, and realizing that she had been set up by her lovers.

Gui stilled, and laughed and she could feel all of his movement on his thigh.

“Mais oui cherie!” he answered, and burst into laughter.

Sabrina smiled, and looked at the mirror. She was going to give Carole a show, she was going to perform because performing blocked out her reality…

Later, she picked up her phone and saw Harry’s name on her screen. She never had a preview for her text messages, so it was just his name in bold and that was almost enough…

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digital camera via wikipedia

When Sabrina woke up the second time, she saw a blurry Eiffel Tower. The curtain was thrown back, and she partially saw the tower. It was eclipsed by Carole and her man making love. Sabrina smiled, because she knew it was Carole’s fetish to be watched.

Carole was on all fours, as she was pounded and Sabrina could not help but admire all of the strength that was evident on her man’s body. She had felt his strength when they had had sex the night before. He pounded her as well, and he knew what he was doing so it felt so good.

Sabrina turned on her side, and was a little drowsy, until she heard a slap and realized that they were done.

“I am going to shower,” Carole said. “And then we can all have breakfast, I will make breakfast for us.” Their soft kisses like rain was the background, and then there was a slap that resounded again.

The bed dipped after awhile, and Sabrina felt a hand caress her body. There was a soft tremor as he touched her, and she turned around to look at him.

“Oh, you are awake,” he smiled, and continued to caress her. “You were so beautiful, I could not resist touching you.”

Sabrina turned onto her back, her entire body exposed to him. He admired her, but stopped caressing her.

“I am Gui, I am not sure if you remembered my name from last night?”

“Gui, I remember…”

He looked at her for a long time.

“Carole told me you would be beautiful, and she did not lie. I cannot keep my hands off of you.”

Sabrina shrugged, feeling her breasts shift on her chest and seeing his eyes watch them.

“So don’t…keep them off of me…”

She spread her legs open, and he took that as an invite. He spread them more, and kissed between them. Sabrina ran her hands through his hair as he did, looking at the Eiffel Tower behind him, now more in focus. He was good at what he did and he made her feel good, as she moaned and pulled his hair and felt herself rush toward orgasm. But when she came, she was not thinking about Gui—she was thinking about another guy…

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sous la tour eiffel via wikipedia

Sabrina curled into a ball, overwrought with emotion and sensation. She and Carole had had a long night. Carole was within a breath’s reach of her on the bed, but Sabrina could not have any more sensation. She was sore from all the penetration, and licking between her legs.

The man they had been with was long gone, even though Sabrina remembered him and Carole kissing for a long time at the door before she drifted off. Their hands all over each other in the door jamb and passion she recognized…

Now she was awake. Her overwrought emotions were all the more unsettling, as she remembered what she had been dreaming about.

Now that she was in Paris, she dreamt about Harry. About the color of his skin, about the warmth of his body, about him close to her, closer than was now in bed with Carole.

She saw his eyes in her dream, boring into her still, and she crawled into even more of a ball, thinking to herself that in New York with him all she could think about was being in Paris doing what she had just done…now she could only see his eyes and imagined what he was doing in New York. And she knew if she saw his eyes like she did, that he was thinking of her. She was clairvoyant she knew that.

The night before, Carole’s man walked in, and watched them for a bit before he joined them. It was clear that he and Carole had a special rapport—but he enjoyed Sabrina as well and she liked that. But when she fell asleep later, she had the dream. She was in New York, in her apartment which fluidly turned into parts of Harry’s apartment as she navigated the space in the dream—they had been basically living together. Harry appeared in the dream, and it was his eyes that penetrated her. His eyes were on her, and she could not keep her eyes off of him. It felt like a spell, but more than that and equally as magical. He pulled her close to him, and she wrapped her arms about him. Between her legs felt like the soft fire that she felt, when she was aroused and she rubbed herself against him.

But they did not make love, and she woke up jarred by that. Her body ruminated with the sex with Carole and her man, but she ached for Harry, and closed her eyes with her hands between her legs thinking how happy she would be to be back in New York.

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Paris had been calling Sabrina in her dreams, so she went there. With her friend Carole. She never told Carole about all the changes that she made with her persona. Carole just accepted her as her friend…period…

Since Carole was in Paris, she could not resist going since it had plagued her dreams.

And so her dreams came to life like a statue, and her dreams without Harry was something that she was not ready for.

She and Carole had fooled around a lot, if it was for some guy or whatever. They did it a lot. After Carole picked her up from the airport, they went to the sexy hotel where Carole was staying and attacked the decadent mini bar…it was not a surprise that she and Carole ended up kissing. Neither one of them was really drunk, just buzzed and there was magenta velvet everywhere.

“You taste like velvet,” Carole whispered, as she delicately licked the shell of Sabrina’s ear.

Sabrina remembered Carole licking her somewhere else, and before she could move, Carole had removed both of their plush magenta robes. She kissed Sabrina’s neck, and between her breasts, dipped her tongue in her navel and then kissed between her legs.

It felt so good, Sabrina squirmed and Carole’s tongue followed her wherever she went. Brushing her hair out of her face, Sabrina lifted Carole’s chin up to her.

“I want to taste you,” Sabrina said.

“But I am not done feasting on your pretty pussy yet!”

So that meant one thing.

Sabrina felt herself get even more slippery when she saw the two of them in the mirror doing sixty-nine. She liked to see herself have sex and watching Carole munch on her the way that she did, and watching herself with her eyes lowered in lust licking Carole…the visual was making her come as much as the sensation. As well as the scent of the room, redolent with the scent of their wetness.

“You know,” Carole grinned. “You are fucking me like you are on camera…”

Sabrina smiled, looking like a Cheshire cat.

“Am I? I never know with you!”

“Well no, but there is a man looking at us on the other side of the mirror. A friend of mine, and he told me he could not imagine me with a woman and I told him there is a woman, one woman who gets me hot as fuck. That’s you.”

Sabrina laughed.

“You are mean, let him in! Being on the other side of the mirror?”

“Are you sure?” Carole was wide-eyed.

Sabrina playfully licked Carole like cream.

“Oh yes, let him in…”

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paris via wikipedia

Sabrina woke up clutching between her legs, and knew it was not a dream orgasm, it was an actual orgasm. Harry’s scent wafted into her nose from beside her, and made between her legs throb even more.

Another Parisian dream, this one different from the others in that a) it resulted in an actual orgasm that woke her up and b) Harry was in it.

She was in her typical suit, wearing a fedora. The man that was flirting with her liked the androgyny of her look, but he kept his eyes on her female bits—her breasts for example when she pulled at her suspenders. Or his eyes on her legs, when she crossed them. His hand on her thigh was inevitable, and he was shameless with his fingers drifting to the very top of them. She put her hand on his face, and caressed his cheek which she now realized felt like Harry’s. And she got wet.

She and the man walked to the bathroom, where they barely closed the door before they were at each other. He licked the side of her face after he kissed her, and burst a button on her shirt as he tried gracelessly to unbutton it. Sabrina did not care, and it was then that she noticed the door ajar.

Harry.

She recognized him in the dream as Harry, and it made her wetter—for the other man. She was reckless, and let him slip into her without anything. Her eyes were on Harry as if to say, I want this to be you. She stared at him, right into an orgasm.

The one that woke her up, and looking at him now she did not want to wake him up. Because all she wanted to do was jump his bones and there would be plenty of time for that later.

She was not in Paris after, she was here in New York with him.

For now.

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dream via wikipedia

Sabrina lingered in bed, her hand on her mound which still throbbed from the pleasure of the dream that she had had. Ever since her first wild dream of Paris, she kept having dreams of the apartment—that only existed in her dreams—which she was always leaving for sex.

…and walking into an encounter. The night before—or maybe that morning?—she dreamt that She wandered out in the middle of the night in a cocktail dress. She searched for a cigarette she could not possibly have had in reality, but in a dream she had!

But no lighter.

So she walked up to a couple standing near a huge gargoyle. They looked at her, and asked what would they get in return for a light?

On her bare knees, she spread the woman’s open on a nearby bench and licked for her light. The woman pushed her head more and more into her, as the man entered her from behind. Sabrina cried out, it was hard for her to keep her mouth on the woman as the man pounded her. The woman was insistent, and kept grinding her face to her crotch. Sabrina almost passed out from the pleasure she was giving and getting.

Now she was naked in bed, it was the middle of the night and where was Harry? She let her hand linger on her mound a bit, and she was just about to pleasure herself…

Harry appeared, and looked at where her hand was. She knew she was not going to be pleasuring herself alone after all…

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