Erotic story: “With every piece of clothing I drop on the floor, Benoir's breath gets heavier”

After the out-of-hand encounter with Cas at the party, it remains silent. Too silent. It frustrates Roos and then only one thing helps: someone else.

On the table in front of me, my screen lights up. My hand darts quickly to my phone. Again I hope it's Cas, but no. I feel strange. He has gotten under my skin after that last time. I long for him, even though I shouldn't do that to Sophie. The attraction I feel for him is maddening. I close my eyes and immediately the images of him in the bathroom flash through my mind. ‘Stop it now, Roos. This is no good for you.’

Opposite me in the four-seater of the Thalys sits a Frenchman. He looks almost boyish, I estimate him to be no older than early twenties. He wears jeans, his shirt is unpressed, and his longer hair peeks out from under a cap. Young, but with a good body. His muscular arms are hard to hide under that blouse. When I grab my cappuccino from the table, he looks up. A crooked smile spreads across his face. Fuck, he noticed that I was looking at him. I quickly look out the window, the French landscape rushes by. Soft but clear enough, I hear a “ca va?” Hmmm, interesting. And the best remedy to get someone out of your head is another, I know from experience. I lean forward towards the young Frenchman so he gets a slightly better view of my cleavage. “Roos, enchantée.”

Benoir may only be twenty, but he masters the art of flirting and teasing. Luckily, I know exactly what a real Frenchman responds to because of my partly French roots. When I laugh at his joke, I quickly but skillfully lean forward and briefly place my hand on his knee. Benoir's eyes drift to my hand and then to the lace edge of my bra that is just visible under my dress. Where his eyes linger a bit too long. When he looks up, I raise my eyebrow at him. Caught!

Slowly the train rolls into Gare du Nord. I throw my trench coat over my left arm and pull my rolling suitcase from the luggage compartment. In the aisle, I suddenly feel Benoir's hand firmly around my wrist. “Come home with me, Roos.” I look over my shoulder and see that his eyes are a bit darker under his cap. Immediately he takes a step closer and kisses me softly next to my mouth; I feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt. Benoir is totally not my type, but precisely because of that, I want him even more. Anything to drive Cas out of my head. Am I doing the right thing? Oh, what the hell. “Oui,” I say, while I wet my lips with my tongue. A suppressed groan rises from his throat as he sees what I'm doing. He forcefully places a hand on my back and pushes me towards the train's exit.

Benoir lives around the corner from the station. He quickly enters the code of a large, stately building. Paid for by rich parents, inhabited by too many spoiled twenty-somethings. I ignore the feeling that I shouldn't be here and deliberately let my hand brush against Benoir's crotch as I walk past him into the building. For a moment he doesn't react, as if he doesn't know what to do, but then he places his hand on my neck and guides me through the first door on the right. The room is a mix of a mother's taste and boyish mess. I have no time for fiddling with clothes. While I look at Benoir, I take off my coat, dress, bra, and panties until I stand completely naked in front of him. With every piece of clothing I drop on the floor, his breath gets heavier and his excitement becomes more visible in his pants. His eyes dart over every part of my body.

Out of nowhere, Benoir lifts me up and carries me to the table. As he lets me land on the edge, he pushes my legs apart, and as his mouth and tongue first work softly and then faster, I finally forget about Cas for a moment. His fingers press firmly into my buttocks as he teasingly brings me closer to an orgasm with his lips. It gently pulls through my body, announcing itself, my breath gets stuck in my throat. I think I’m moaning loud enough for the entire student house to hear, but I don't care.

Benoir pulls my buttocks to the edge of the table and looks at me as he cautiously, but then deeper, enters me for the first time. A half-smile spreads across his face as he whispers in my ear “enchanté Roos, enchanté”. Benoir's athletic body more than fulfills the promise. He is tireless and takes me until I feel lightheaded. As he fingers me to an orgasm, I cry out “yes” and “oui” in a mix. The release is so delightful.

I slip my feet into my boots and wave one last time at Benoir, who has lazily flopped onto the couch. I close the door of the student room behind me and feel refreshingly special enough. A bit high from the sex even. I walk back towards Gare du Nord when my phone rings. When I see his name on the screen, my heart starts to race. “Hi Cas,” I greet him when I answer. On the other end of the phone, there is a brief silence.