Jeanne arrived at her new house and sighed at the almost amazed gaze of the driver. It was strange but she could imagine his point of view! She has a banal look, she does not have high-quality ty clothes, it is even quite the opposite. When someone sees her, you quickly know that she comes from the lowlands, but this girl who looks like a dungeon bag not only comes from a rich house in an upscale district of the city of Central; the swankiest actually – but now she pulls up in front of a high-end house still in another pretty good part of town. In fact in this neighborhood only celebrities even if they are low caliber live there which means this girl has to be one and the fact that she looks like a bag has to be part of a new number. So when she ran away from the house followed by this man it had to be either for shooting and she had to leave in a hurry – it's far-fetched – so yes it must have been the fact that this man it's his sponsor. She's lucky, he's seen a documentary abo
Michaël and I sat side by side in front of the piano as my heart was pounding, I kept my face down on the piano keys. It was stupid as I had barely been in his arms, and now I felt awkward being around him and our fingers touching. I have a big problem. I took a deep breath before calming down and concentrating on my lesson. I've been training for more than a month and my level is quite good – for an amateur. The melody that Michaël taught me is the one his mother played regularly and it is also the one he prefers to practice the most. Teaching it to me is a real honor for me and I want to quickly master it to pay homage to it. From time to time, I throw glances at him and I find him concentrated on his action, believing that it is only me who has the misplaced ideas. “Are you with me Emma? You've screwed up on that note twice." I catch myself shaking my head before closing my eyes and concentrating. I'm an idiot, I don't have to waste Michael's efforts to teach me the pian
The piano lesson quickly ended and it was almost time for dinner. The day before, this scene of family life had not happened, but today it is. Michaël and Mira took me to the dining room downstairs and of course, I felt quite uncomfortable despite the kindness of Brother and Sister Keller. But hey they are so insistent that it is almost impossible to say no to them so yes I gave in. So we went down to the dining room when a lady, certainly the housekeeper, announced that dinner was served. Mira is in front of Fabian while I'm closely following Michaël. I have time from my rear position to admire his back. Michaël has a fairly developed musculature for his age – between square, broad and muscular shoulders, a straight back, strong arms, and this stature of athletes. I can't believe he's just 16. He has such a mature body. It must be like he explained to me once because of his modeling job which requires him to always be in shape. I discovered that he does not have the right t
It's hard, no, it's rough. But I can see Michaël has no intention of taking his words back or looking down at his dad as he challenges him. I have already seen Michaël pissed off but there it was more in the anger that I would classify him. I already know that the guy doesn't like his father. Oh no, the guy hates his father but from talking to him like that, I don't know what to think. I'm not going to consider myself an expert in parent-child relationships or pretend to know the liabilities of these two men, but I don't want Michaël to be so upset. When I see him like this it hurts me, it's painful. I move slightly to lay my head on Michael's back and I feel him calm down. I said it before, if I can't communicate with words then I will do it with gestures and I know he will understand me I hear him sigh and finally, he turns to look at me. "I'm fine now Emma...thank you" I nod happily that he has finally calmed down and we continue to look at the father who looks at us in a
My heart was beating so fast and I felt like I was growing wings. No, Michael, it's not you who are the happiest but me, to be able to know you, be with you, touch you, and love you. I am the luckiest person in fact to have so many privileges, although I have neither the right nor the appearance. I can only feel special in this sense. I feel him entwine our fingers and even though I'm sure my hand has gotten sweaty, I don't want to pull it away. It's so nice to be like that with the boy you're in love with. For a long time, I thought that these feelings in me were just the fact that I had never experienced this and that they were not romantic feelings, but I was wrong... miserably even. I have always been in love with him, the reasons are simple. He was the first to see me as a normal person and although this may seem like a rather superficial reason, over time it has come to seem natural. Even if today another boy appears in my life, it will never be like Michael. For what
It's so embarrassing as I press my hand to my chest, throw my face aside and bite my lip. What was I even thinking when imagining languorous kisses with Michaël? He was sad and desperate so he needed a shoulder to cry on and instead of being that friend, I took the chance to satisfy my desires. What a bad person I am, it's deplorable! I preferred to escape Fabian's gaze, you have to admit that when he entered and found Michaël above me, even if it was not as serious as if he had entered a few seconds earlier – Michaël was partially raised and was kneeling above my hips, while I had raised my upper body on both my arms. The position was still so intimate but it was no longer daring as before and subject to many twisted ideas. Fabian looked surprised for a moment before blushing and scratching his cheek and clearing his throat. “I'm sorry to have disturbed you”. No, don't say such things I beg you, it's so embarrassing I want to go hide underground frankly. “What do you want,
“Yes madam, the man has been in for a while and still hasn’t come out. Indeed I see the bulbs of the room of the young lady lit .. well I will go upstairs to see what is happening » The man hung up and climbed up the wall, careful not to make a sound. He found himself in front of Jeanne's bedroom window glancing at what was going on inside. His gaze became shocked as he saw in front of him on the bed, two figures entwining in sensual movements as passionate moans and sighs echoed throughout the room. There in front of him, the woman he had to guard was having sex with the man who had just entered. Their passion grew more and more intense to such an extent that from where he was, he could hear the noises made by their bodies already soaked in sweat and shining in the dim light of the bulbs. Their sensual dance was rocked by the soft and erotic music that echoed in the room. He had to get out of there otherwise his body would react to this more than a pornographic scene. He got
Morning came faster than Jeanne would have liked as she woke up with her back on fire. Why does it hurt so much? And why is she so sore all over? Is this how things usually go? Her back, arms, legs, lower abdomen, and crotch are sore as if she's been on a date with a wrestler all night. She got up feeling that the slightest movement made her feel like she was in agony and as the sheet slid down her body, she noticed all the red marks on her skin. She should put on extra long clothes for a few days hoping she can get up today. She didn't want to draw Emma's attention to her new experience. She looked around and noticed that the bed was empty. Apart from her, there was no one else and she wondered where Fabian went. "He didn't do like those bastards in the movies who, after having sex with a woman, run away" “I see that you have a nasty image of me” She immediately turned her body screaming at the pain of her movement. "Ouch" Fabian, overcoming his vexation, ran towards h