My name is Petite Merveille, and I was in a deep state of depression when this story came to life. It was my rebirth. After a painful breakup, I gave up everything, well almost. I was away from the family cocoon, my friends, alone in a foreign country, on a college campus. I have never been particularly passionate about my studies, despite being good and successful in school, to me they were mechanical at best.But after this painful episode, it felt like all I had was my graduate classes. I had changed everything in my life: I plunged into my studies with the only desire to succeed, and by obscuring any pleasure that could have distracted me from my goal, since my love life was a disaster. It went remarkably well actually. I had two years to complete my graduate degree but I did it in two semesters; which has now left me with a full year and a summer to just roam around and take advantage of the remainder of my student visa. Single, not allowed to work for more than twenty hours a week or off-campus, done with classes, done with men and relationships, I had a new found freedom. I started with a few jobs on campus. First as an IT troubleshooter, then as an undergraduate math tutor, and finally as an assistant to the Managerial Economics professor. As his assistant, I mostly helped him grade papers, and help him with petty administrative tasks. To my surprise, I actually enjoyed all of these jobs, even if they involved a lot of “peopling”.
Fried Chicken Date
All the classes were held in the evening to accommodate all the students who were already employed. In fact, most of my classmates were full-time employees pursuing a graduate degree. One night, the professor asked me to sit in his place for a test that he had left his students. I arrived to the classroom on time, distributed the test and waited on the class to complete it. One by one each student turned in their papers, and at the end of the night only a few remained. Then nine o’clock came and the last few ones came to my desk to hand me their work. One of them, a middle-aged man, could not help but started a small talk with me. We exchanged a few words and jokes back and forth, that led to a long conversation. He shared with me that he was a married family man who was pursuing his degree while holding a full-time job downtown. He was friendly, asked me a lot of questions about my country of origin, my childhood, and was just comfortable talking. I am not sure how our conversation turned into the subject of “fried chicken”, but it did. I told him that I have never tried fried chicken and have never even heard of such thing. “Why would you fry chicken?”. He laughed and promised to take me out to try some fried chicken before the end of the school year. Ok, then. I honestly did not take it seriously, and did not even care to remember his name after he left.
A few weeks later, as I was grading some papers in the computer lab, he approached me to remind me of our “fried chicken date”. It was just after 9PM and I had not had dinner, so I told him that I was up for it. We got into his car and he drove us to a place called “Lucy’s Fried Chicken”. He got us a table and I let him do the ordering, as I had no fucking clue what I was doing there. We got a table, a bucket of chicken and a lot of napkins. He did not eat much, he mostly watched me eat as we talked about anything and everything. I felt that he was really friendly, hospitable and very smart. It is worth to note that on that same night I also tried cornbread and fried green tomatoes for the first time ever. He drove me back to my dorm room after dinner, and I have to say, this was the most organic interaction I have ever had with a man. There was no sexual tension whatsoever, I felt like I was dining with my uncle. Physically he was neither ugly or hot; he just seemed like a genuinely nice man who just wanted to do something nice for a young lady. He seemed to be completely harmless.
Thanksgiving break was approaching and he asked me about my plans for the holidays, which I had none. He then proposed me to come to his house for Thanksgiving dinner. He told me that he talked to wife about me and she would be glad to have me over for this special meal. Up to this point, he still felt like a father figure to me, and I accepted his invitation. They lived in a family home a few miles from campus with their two children. Dinner was quite crowded and uneventful, the usual. His wife was a pretty and delightful, and the whole extended family was very welcoming. While sitting at the long table, his wife asked me if I was planning something fun that weekend. I told her that I had nothing planned because I truly enjoy spending time on my own. That was when she suddenly called her husband over and said “Hey, she has nothing to do this weekend, why don’t we take her our on the town on Saturday night?”. At this point I had not gone out for almost six months, but it was hard to say “no” to these two. They were just so sweet! We had a date!
I decided to properly honor the invitation of these great people who deserved it. So, I went to the hairdresser to trim my hair that had grown way too long, almost reaching my butt, to a more modern length, but still quite long. The new chic style inspired me to do a little shopping and beauty stops to the nail salon and perfume store. Then, I went to buy myself a little dress: I literally crackled in front of an apricot colored tight dress up to the hips, and flared under the buttocks, descending above the knees. Its fabric was very soft against my skin and the color looked great for my skin tone. Returning to my room, I soaked myself, all the rest of the afternoon, in a hot and foaming bath which regenerated me completely. I really felt like a woman for the first time in a long time. I remained in front of the mirror for a while: my new hairstyle, my blushed cheeks, my little nose, and my full lips covered with a soft touch of lipstick. My dress slipped like a second skin on my body even perfectly covering my large breasts, something I worried about at the store.
Go dancing tonight
A look at my watch and it was time to meet them outside my dorm! Quickly, I put on a trench coat and went down the outside stairs to meet my hosts. They pleasantly greeted me and complimented me as I climbed into their car. Letting myself be guided by my two new friends, I was not surprised to see that their choice had been a sushi place. I had come to learn that many people in this town love sushi. This was their world.
The meal went very well, in an almost parental atmosphere that was just, maybe, a little uncomfortable when I removed my coat, to appear in the tight little dress. But it was only a stealthy cloud in the eyes of these two, who gave me advice for the rest of my professional career. A rosé de Provence was a great help for me to keep my attention.
Next to the restaurant was a dance hall, as sad as my love life, but I was seized with a desire to have fun a little after this stifling meal. We entered and the place looked empty. After a first gin fizz, me who had not drunk a drop of alcohol in six months, went alone on the dance floor where a few couples were dancing, while my friends grabbed a few seats. I was recovering from this monastic period where I had not even experienced any frustration. I needed to move to the music to feel good. I returned to them, all sweaty after my dances alone, and their eyes finally settled on me, no sparkles in their eyes, almost like a worry instead. We had one drink, then a second one, and a third round. Our conversations were still so sweet, but I started to feel the alcohol, and my dress was sticking more and more to my burning skin. They were reluctant to dance but then came a slow song and I took his hand to come with me, totally forgetting that his wife was sitting there. He was protesting but he got up and accompanied me anyway. He was a well built man with his big hands and quite a few hair. I felt that he did not dare take me in his arms. That amused me but I did not care. At one point an involuntary movement brought us closer and I felt his thighs rub against mine. I wanted to feel it against me, without thinking of anything, just experiencing a simple warm touch. The dance ended with my breasts touching his strong chest and his hands were down on my hips. It seemed to me that his big hands were searching in vain for a panty line through the fabric glued to my ass. The music stopped, and I had to go to the bathroom to cool off a little because I was hot, leaving the two of them in front of their glasses. When I returned, all perfumed and fresh, I could not help but invite her. I took her by the hand and pulled her to the dance floor. She was rather tall, sporty and dressed well in a white satin blouse and a black skirt.
It seemed to me that something had changed … he looked at me differently and I felt his eyes wander over my body but without insistence, it was more of a curiosity that I read in his eyes. On the dance floor, I turned to her and it was she who took me in her arms hugging me a little, I liked this contact, my breasts against hers, her hands directly on my hips, and our thighs brushing, touching, rubbing sometimes. I preferred that to his shy and inquisitive palpations on my hips. Unfortunately the music stopped too quickly, the dancing closed due to the few numbers of customers. Arriving at the table, I felt a touch of disappointment in his eyes, I think he just really wanted to see more of us dancing.
And my rebirth
I put my coat on and we came outside in the Texas cold. My body was burning though, I kind of regretted the dances, I regretted the company of these two charming people, and a wave of sadness invaded me, hoping I did not make a fool out of myself. Very quickly, we arrived in the parking lot of my dorm, they offered to walk me to my room to make sure I arrive safely. I lived in a coed dorm, and I had no roommate so I was able to let them in without any issue.
The room was not that big so they both settled on the bed. I went to the bathroom to satisfy a pressing need, leaving them both. The gin fizz had not only worked on my bladder, I felt intoxicated and the presence of this couple, next door, just made me very self conscious. I stayed there for a while to freshen up and try to come back to my senses. I opened the door and looked at them, they did not say a word, they were there, staring at me, probably wondering why it took me so long to pee.
Then, losing all restraint, listening only to my desire, standing in front of them, I bent my knees to grab my dress and revealing my thighs; then the view of my pussy showed them that I had no panties on. Without a word, I sat between them on the bed; I turned to her, held out my mouth to kiss her. She did not push me away. I put my burning lips on her mouth and her face brightened immediately. I felt the tingling of her body as her tongue immediately searched mine. In this passion, which surprised me, she dragged me on the bed lying against her. Her soft lips devoured my mouth and I liked it. It was my first kiss in such a long time. I loved it and I felt myself melt everywhere.
I slipped a hand into her shirt whose buttons cracked and I discovered a generous chest. My fingers were lost in her breasts while her tongue explored my mouth with passion. I loved her embrace. I wanted to feel her body and my hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her thighs gently while she kissed me. I slid my fingers in her panties to discover a very wet and slippery pussy.
We forgot him in our madness, while we continued with our passion. I let myself astride on top of her, our pussies touching. I turned my face towards him and saw a man disappointed by this scene to which he was a simple spectator. I smiled at him, and made him a sign to come closer. Then his wife ordered him “Babe, touch her”. I read his amazement on his face. Obviously, he had never done or seen this before, much less expected to hear those words from his wife. My smile encouraged him and he undressed. She and I resumed our make-out when suddenly I felt his hands on my hips, then I felt a touch on my pussy, slowly giving way to his fingers going in and out of me, and again in her. He was doing it so fast that I felt my pussy spread and almost brought to orgasm. And just as suddenly, I felt his tongue on my clit, uncontrollably licking me then licking her, while I am still on top of her kissing her very deeply. I felt the orgasm rise in me and I could not hold it any longer, mastering nothing, almost fainting between these two.
I woke up very late the next morning, alone and all naked in my bed. Had I lost consciousness after cumming? I would never know. But my pussy felt tender.
Mixed with the hangover, the whole thing felt surreal. I did not know how I would react when I had to see him in the halls. The feeling of shame and guilt were met with a new found passion for sex and company that I thought I lost interest for. The week after, he approached me while I was at the computer lab, and handed me a care package that his wife prepared for me. It contained cookies, a cute coffee mug and a big bottle of Ibuprofen. I guess she liked it? I hope she did. It was my rebirth, and maybe hers too?