Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 16:17:31 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Paige?s Confession 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: Paige's Confession by Larry Marion Paige lay in the darkness of their room, lying on her back, looking at the dark ceiling. She lay on her side of the bed, as close to the edge as possible, her arms at her side and her legs close together, Beside her lay Mason, who twitched and turned. "Paige, are you awake?" "Yes." "Paige. We've known each other for close to a year now. We went through one of the experiments. We gave each other our virginity. I have loved you almost since I woke up and saw you that first time. What is wrong." "Nothing." That wasn't a lie, really. Just not the total truth. She felt him take her hand, not lay a hand on a boob, or her thigh, but her hand. Like it was the first date or something. Well, maybe it was. Considering. "Paige. You can't lie. You know that. Even if it hurts you not to or me if you don't. Something is really wrong. You had to have been with some guy this afternoon. Some guy whose note you approved, so you met with him and you two did it. Okay. He ate you out. You enjoyed it. You went down on him. Fine. So he was number?.." "I've sucked thirteen boys I've agreed to. " That was true. But François was number eleven and ninth grade Bill was number thirteen, two days ago. In the three weeks since she and François had first met in Private Room #3 as opposed to the Advance Physics classroom, she had agree to meet with only two boys. And she had met with François two more times in PR #3, the last time this afternoon. Suddenly she felt tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. She who never cried. Then she tried to choke back a sob. That failed and she rolled onto her front and began to sob. She felt a soft arm on her shoulder and a kiss on the back of her neck. "Paige. Paige. Oh, God, I loved you so much Paige. Trust me. What is wrong?" She raised her head from the pillow and turned to look. Even in the darkness of the room she saw the care and love in his face. Ma ma mason... I've been unfaithful to you..." "Uh?? Look, I know you have been with other guys. I've been with other girls. You know that. It's okay, Paige. What is the problem?" "Mason, my oldest love. My first lover. You don't understand." Paige bit her lip. "It's not that we had sex. It's not that we made love. I've made love with Paul, with Sam, and, as you know, Doc Dad. It's that I told him I loved him. That I wanted him. Look, Mason, I don't want to loose you. That's part of the problem. I don't. But I've only been with him three times and..." "Paige, look. Stop a moment. " He put his arm around the girl and kissed her gently on the forehead, then moved on and kissed her lips. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. She wanted to keep her lips closed, but, they opened and his tongue darted in like a thermometer checking her fever. "Paige. You keep saying `he.' So you love a `he' in addition to me. At least you say you still love me. Who is he?" "A senior in Advanced Physics. I know you've seen him. They call him `David.'" "David? The guy from Africa?" "Yes, Mason. But in my arms he's François - François David M'urk." "Oh. Well, it's not like you haven't had sex with a black guy before." "Not sex, Mason. Love. It was supposed to be sex. When he went down on me, it started as sex. But he made me cum so soon the first time, I knew I was in love. Before he came when I was sucking him the first time, I knew I was in love. After he came, he was supposed to leave, but I crawled on top of him after he did and as soon as he was hard, I put him inside me." "Okay, Paige, - dear Paige. You got carried away. So you guys screwed, er made love, a few times. We've made love hundreds of times at least. " Tears welled in her eyes again. "I, I can't think of any day where we made love more than four times. Mostly two, maybe." She reached out and took Mason's hand. Mason. Between screwing, sucking my dear François, and his going down on me, he and I have made love many more times a day. We've been together three times. The first was the appointment. Then we met again two days later. That day we agreed that we would limit ourselves to once every three weeks. By the way, he said that he limited himself to beating off only once every three weeks. She gave a wan grin at that. She gripped Mason's hand. "Those three meetings we made love, in one form or another at least thirty times. "I even learned some French so I could tell him how great he was." "Really? Like?" "Tu me fais jouir si vote." "And that means?" "You make me cum so fast." She held her head down for a moment. "Uh. I think you've said that to me in English." "I have Mason. You do. I've told you, I still love you. But we really did a lot. "You know a guy has to rest after cumming. He'd rest by going down on me. It was either until he got hard again or I came - whichever was first. If I came, I'd either suck him until he got hard and then we'd change positions and we'd fuck, or I'd suck him until he came. Then he'd go down on me." "And then you'd make love with me later that day? Even after having sex some thirty times?" "Well, twice. And I didn't carve a notch in a stick or something, but it was a total of thirty or so - like ten times each day. "You know, we haven't tonight. I thought you didn't want to. I was sure you'd discovered something. I saw you and Jenna - my two best friends - look at each other. It was like you knew I was holding back. And I was." She saw Mason's face turn sad. "Paige, I have to tell you that you reeked of sex." "I must have with what you both said to me. God, why do I keep telling you, the boy I've loved for over a year now, I guess. The boy's whose ring I'm wearing right now. The ring I wore even when making love with François. But today he asked me how flexible I was. I told him about my martial arts. He asked me to lie on my back, which I did wondering why he wanted to do the missionary position. Then he asked me to raise my legs and bring them as far forward as I could. He was a bit surprised when my feet touched the couch on either side of my ears. "We never tried that one Mason. You can get real deep inside me that way. Real deep." "Paige Michelle Jefferson, let me tell you something for the final time. I love you with all my heart and breath and soul. If you also have a lover, I know you will still have love for me because you have told me that. Maybe I'm supposed to get jealous. Maybe I'm supposed to demand that we have sex ten times in one day. Maybe I will suggest you put your feet next to your ears. So, Paige. If you want to continue to see François - no. Let me be truthful. If you want to continue to make love with François, you have my blessing. I want what brings you happiness." "Mason. One position I never used with François - our first position - the cowgirl position. Could you....would you roll on your back, Mason?" "Are you sure, Paige." "Please, darling," she replied softly and he did. She smiled. "It's dark, but I can see you're hard. I'm going to make love to you, Mason." "Please, Paige," and she positioned the hard cock she had first positioned when she offered her virginity, then slid down it. They both came almost at once. * * * * * * * * * * They awoke the next morning in early light, Paige first. She first thought of the old "wake him and let him loose his morning wood." Looking under the covers she saw his hard dick and she gently shook him awake. "Mason, love, wake up." "UMM," he said, blinking his eyes. She shook him again and slid out of bed, grabbing a pillow and putting it on the floor. "Get up, Mason. Get up and get out of bed, please, dearest." Mason gave a sleepy, "Okay," and sat up in bed. "Please get out of bed. Last night you and I made love in the only way François and I have not. And will not. Now, I want to do something he and I did that we have not. Please get out of bed and just stand by it." Mason shook his head awake. "Okay," he said as he got out of bed and stood there, his morning wood pointing almost straight ahead. She dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please let me know before you cum. You know, like the ten second warning," she said, as she held his hard cock in her hand. "Okay," and she slid her lips around his cock. At once she began to stroke him swiftly with her lips. It wasn't but a half a minute or so before he groaned. "Paige. I'm going to soon." With that she leaned back a bit so that his dick left her mouth, but her hand took up her lips and tongue's action. "Paige," he said. "Yes," she said and opened her mouth. Before he could say anything else, only let out a groan, his climax hit him and a rope shot out to hit her forehead and stream down her nose. She closed her eyes as his warm, thick semen struck both cheeks, then her hair, and finally her right boob, before the last drop hit a knee. "Yes," she said again as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I love you Mason Adams. I always will. Will you shower with me this morning?" "I will." They did. It was a long shower. 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.