Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 15:59:20 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Desiree and Carlos #19 The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly. François: Desiree and Carlos #19 by Larry Marian Desiree climbed the risers for the first practice of the newly established Jones Lab School Chorus. At almost 5'6" she was the tallest 7th grader in the school and one of the tallest girls of any in the school. As an alto she took her place towards the center, next to the tenors, who now filed in to take their places. She looked over at the boy who now stood next to her. He had dark brown skin, far lighter than her ebony hued skin, but not the "dead fish white" Ma-Ma was known to say when "Europeans" were not around. He was also tall, a good three inches taller than she was. He smiled at her, but remained silent. Some said the director was a little dictator, despite her youth and beauty. Anyway, she was known to use her baton as a switch, no matter what school rules were. She smiled back. Ms. Coombs, the conductor wrapped her baton twice. "`Shenandoah,'" she said and the sheet music flew to the correct spot., The pianist started on cue and as the verse's music began again, the choir began to sing. When it was over she looked over the choir of seventh grade through seniors and said "Not bad for the first joint rehearsal, now, `Yankee Doodle.'" Throughout the hour long practice, Desiree found herself casting glances at the brown boy next to her, sure in her own mind he was at least a sophomore, if not a junior, Surely he had a girl friend, as good looking as he was, even if his black hair was straight, But finally when the practice was half over, Ms. Coombs called for a five minute in place break, except to get a sip of water. The boy turned to her. "You have a beautiful voice. Are you perhaps, Desiree? " "I am. And your tenor is very nice, uh,.." "Carlos. You are a freshman?" Desiree laughed. "Oh, no. I am but a seventh grader. But my brother François was here last year as a senior, Pardon me, I do not mean to be rude, but I hear an accent. I myself am from West Africa. And you?" "One of those small Caribbean countries you've never heard of. We speak a patois of Spanish. I am glad you are in seventh grade. I'm in eighth." At that Desiree gave a slight gasp. Was he a possible boy friend? Mason was fine, but he was totally involved with Paige and would be until François came for Christmas, if he did. Perhaps he and Simone would stay in California, The wrap of the baton brought her back to attention to their practice. The final piece, "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" went well and Ms. Coombs dismissed them while still on the risers. "Desiree, perhaps we can meet again. When is your lunch?" "I have first. And you?" "The same. But I often eat in the quad."
 "I always get the school lunch. I stay with foster parents with my younger brother Georges. He has third lunch." "Well, perhaps I shall buy tomorrow. Where do you sit?" "Close to the salad bar." "If it's okay, I could sit with you," "I think I would like that Carlos. Via con Dios." "You speak Spanish?" "I am learning it. My native languages are French and my tribal language. Of course I'm learning English." "Well. There's the bell. I hope to see you tomorrow, Desiree." "I hope so too, Carlos." As Desiree turned to head for class she noticed that her nipples were hard. What was she thinking? She glanced back. Carlos seemed to have his book bag in front of him. The next day they met at lunch. And the next day. The day after that Desiree saw Carlos coming to her in the seventh grade hall as kids got dressed to go home. He was nude, but he had his white clothes bag with him and dressed with her. As they left to get to their proper ride, his and touched hers and they left, hands held. Friday night Marsha and Jerry drove Desiree and Carlos to the early movie in town. Half way through, Desiree felt an arm over her shoulder and she shifted her body to rest against Carlos. They still watched the movie. The two got picked up by Ms. Adams at the pleading of Mason and returned to their respective homes. The watchers saw no kiss, but the farewell seemed that one was going off to the wars, The next week each had to listen to Ms. Coombs lecture them about paying attention in a joint rehearsal. The show was three weeks away. There was no time for play. There was time for ticket sales. The two sold more than any three others and smiled as they lined up for the procession to the risers. The band struck up the March from AIDA as the choir processed and filled the risers, then switched to the National Anthem. As the choir and band went into "Oklahoma," Carlos reached out his hand and Desiree took it, After three curtain calls, the choir and band dissolved into chaos, but in the middle Carlos and Desiree hugged and then, in public, kissed, long and deep and hard. "Where can we go, Carlos?" she asked as she tugged him away from the mass. "We must see our relatives, Desiree. We must. But I want to take you to a PR. We will tell them we will get a ride home with friends." Desiree turned to him and took his hand, "I want to go with you, Carlos. I do. First our relatives.Then a PR. And assure them we will get a ride home." Holding hands Carlos took Desiree to his aunt, uncle, and four cousins, the ones he stayed with during the school year. They seemed mildly surprised, but friendly. Then Desiree took Carlos to meet her adult cousins and their two children. They again seemed surprised, but friendly. Then they found Paige. "Will Marsha drive us home, Paige? This is such a wonderful night, We want to have some private time together," Desiree said. "Well, I'm sure we can get you a ride home, Just don't stay the whole night. Perhaps soon we can arrange for that," Paige said, "Well, I hope you know what you are doing." "Mason taught me, remember?" "I do. "But here are you two at twelve and thirteen and Ms. Anderson has charged me with "Wait until After Thirteen." "I'll be thirteen next week, Paige," Desiree said. "A hurricane and some unrest kept me out of school enough to miss a year. I'm fourteen now," Carlos said. Paige smiled. "Well, you two have fun." Paige turned and left the two holding hands and looking at each other. They turned and headed for a PR, to find #3 occupied. Then #4 was vacant and the two looked both ways, saw nobody near, entered and quickly locked the door. The two looked at each other as they took off their chorus robes which were over clothes for the reception they were missing. They hugged, then kissed, their hands searched the other's back, Finally they sat down on the couch/bed, side by side and Carlo's hand cupped Desiree's breast for the first time. Her response was a hard, deep kiss, then a sigh from her. Her hands found his white shirt buttons and she began to undo them. Once they were all undone and the tail pulled from his dark blue dress pants she stopped and he began the same to reveal, not the plain cotton bra she sometimes wore to school, but a frilly white one with a pink ribbon between the cups. He slipped her white blouse off her shoulders then reached behind for her hook. He fumbled for over a minute until she said, "Let me. You'll ruin it." He dropped his hands, she reached behind, and seconds later she revealed to his eyes what he had now seen probably a hundred times in the last three weeks. Yet she could see his eyes widen in delight. She pulled off his t-shirt, and it was like seeing his bare chest for the first time. They kissed again, their hands roving over the other's front, Desiree playing with the boy nipples and Carlos caressing her developing breasts and nipples. Both began to breathe heavier and finally Carlos hand went to her thigh. "Let's sit down," he said. "Carlos. Let's lie down. Take off your pants and I'll take off my skirt. " "Okay," he said, and soon they were down to boxers and panties, lying side by side, kissing and again staying above the waist for a minute or two before Carlos put his hand directly on Desiree's light fabric covered vulva. She gasped. "You are only the second boy to put his hand there." she said. `I have never done this before. Desiree, guide me if I do wrong." "It's fine, Carlos. Move your hand up and down. Yes." She gently placed her hand on his hard cock and then, maybe to speed him along, eased her hand inside his boxers so he actually felt flesh on flesh. His response was to squeeze his fingers inside her waistband. "No, Carlos. Take them off. See, I raise my hips to make it easy for you. Yes. " As they slid down her legs, she raised her knees and kicked her panties off, then began to tug his boxers off. "God, Desiree, you are so beautiful." "Carlos, you have seen me many times now. We even hold hands." "I see you with other girls. They hide your beauty. Now you are alone and it shines." "Oh, Carlos!" The lay together and hugged and then Carlos found her waiting pussy for real. First he was clumsy, but then her hand helped guide him to finger her love tunnel and then to find her clit and give her a cum for the first time. Then he tried to move between her legs. "No Carlos. Let me guide you. Lie on your back, my love. I will guide you in for this first time." And he did so she could mount him, as she had done with Mason, but now, as soon as his red tip entered her lips, she slid down his hard cock. She began to move. "Oh, no. Desiree, I cum." He did. She felt is prick buck and felt his cum enter her pussy. "Too fast," "Don't worry, dear Carlos. You will be hard again very soon. I will do what I should have done first." "What is that?" "Take you first in my mouth. Then next it will be better for both of us." She smiled. "My older brother François told me that almost always Paige would use her mouth first before they made love." "Who is François? Your brother?" "Yes. He was a senior here last year. " "But I thought Paige and Mason were together." "Oh, they are. They love each other deeply. It is hard to explain and maybe I have said too much. Now. first I kiss your lips. Now your nipples. See, they are hard, like mine. Your belly button., Yes. Your cock is so hard. The tip so red, so soft. I kiss it. " "Oh, God, Desiree. That feels so good. Oh. Already I feel myself getting ready. You must stop or I will release myself in your mouth." She raised her head, her mouth an inch from the red tip. "That is where it should go, sweet Carlos," and she dropped her mouth back on the cock. It was as Carlos said. Three more bobs and he began to fill Desiree's mouth with his warm cum. She swallowed as he shot into her mouth. They rested a bit before Desiree saw he had become hard again. Then she turned on her belly and then rose on her hands and knees. "Get behind me, Carlos. On your knees between my legs. As we love, you can put your hands on my breasts and make it better for both of us. Yes. I feel you." "Oh, Desiree. So good," he murmured and began to pump. She rocked backwards to his forwards and forwards to his backwards and sighed. As she said, he lasted longer and she felt her second cum. This time she came three times before he did, right before another orgasm and the two collapsed in a tangle of brown and black limbs and red lips and tongues. Finally they rested. "We must dress, Carlos. We have been here long."
 "But so wonderful, my Desiree. So wonderful." They kissed again before they began to gather their scattered clothes and dressed. * * * * * * * * * * * * Three days later Desiree and Carlos lay nude in Desiree's bed. The relatives with whom she stayed while at Jones were gone for the afternoon, as she had been told in the morning. The bus dropped Carlos off at his aunt and uncle's home and he grabbed his bike and rode the three miles to where Desiree was. He almost beat her there. Furtively, or so they thought, they entered through the kitchen door, went to her room, closed and locked the door, undressed and lay down next to each other to begin franticly kissing. Then Desiree kissed her way down to Carlos' hard cock and took it in her mouth. He lasted longer than the first time. She demonstrated the backward cowgirl to him the first time they had pussy sex and did the missionary the second time. Then they lay next to each other to regain strength. "Desiree. How have you learned so much about how to do this wonderful thing? You have told me that you and Mason had sex only the once. I do not want to call what you had with him, love, though he is a great guy and everybody says so." "Carlos, I am ashamed. When François and Ma-Ma came to bring Georges and me to school here, we stayed in the Owners Suite and Mason and Paige came as well. Their parents and we were told they were here to help us learn about America. But the real reason was so that Paige and François could be together with Simone to be with Mason if they agreed. Well, François' bedroom opened to the living room while Simone's came off François'. So it happened that the first two night François and Paige slept together as did Mason and Simone. Then François and Simone were together and Paige and Mason. After that the two girls went back and forth each night, except the last night with François and Paige slept together and Mason and Simone. "My brother and Paige were not always careful in the afternoon, Sometimes, like us now, made love, but failed to close the door fully. Sometimes it was just cracked open so only voices came out. Sometimes it was open enough I could actually watch them. Ma-Ma was always in her room or gone; Georges was out playing ball or other things, and they must have thought I was gone. Sometimes even with the door closed completely I could hear Paige. With it cracked, I could here them both." "What did you hear, my little spy?" Carlos asked and laughed. "Oh, some was shocking." "Tell me, Desiree. Look. I'm getting hard again." "Well. I shouldn't. But my brother would say, `Oh, suck me.' Or groan, or say `I'm cumming.' Paige would say `yes,' a lot. And she's say, `François, fuck me. Hard. Fast. Fuck me.'" "That doesn't seem like her." "I know. But she is always so sweet to me. I love her as my big sister. And I tell you, Carlos. She may have two lovers, but she loves them both very much and they love her and they are like brothers to each other. It is strange. But it is beautiful to see. Now. Can I be like my brother? You look ready for one more time." Carlos rolled next to Desiree and kissed her. "And what will you teach me this time, my love?" If you liked this part of "The François Series " or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated. Gene I GoodSearch & GoodShop for Fishburne Military School Raise money for your favorite church, charity, non profit or school just by searching the Internet with GoodSearch.com (powered by Yahoo), or shopping online with GoodShop.com