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[Hi, there! There are 3 things that I wanted to share with you before you start reading, so please bear with me for a while:
- This is my first fic, so please be gentle. :D
- This is basically porn where Lexa has a dick, so beware of that.
- The kink that Lexa has is back-and-forth sex or more commonly known as ass-to-pussy. Please keep in mind that this is just a piece of fiction, and definitely not something that I have tried or recommend. Usually going from anus to vagina will most likely cause a UTI (urinary tract infection), but as a fantasy, we are all allowed to dream a little, don’t we?]
One month ago...
Travelling to Europe has always been Clarke’s dream. Ever since she started studying Western Art in college, she dreamt about visiting the Louvre in Paris, home to some of the world’s most prestigious art works. For an artist such as herself, it was a must! To be face to face with Mona Lisa, that would be a dream come true!
Clarke was dead serious about her art and her studies, but that’s about all she was serious about. Atypical artist, she was far from being introvert or prudish. Clarke was the soul of all parties, if you’ve ever seen one, always drinking her buddies under the table, always taking a girl or a boy (or sometimes both) in the bar toilet with her for a quick dirty release. Her friendly demeanour, unapologetic confidence and great sense of humour attracted people around her like moths to the flame. And Clarke burnt them, used them, squeezed one or five orgasms out of them and left them without even a look back.
That was social-Clarke. At-home-Clarke was the typical daddy’s girl, which was the exact reason why she was having this conversation with her father:
- Dad, you know it’s my dream! I’ve always wanted to see Paris!, she said in a small whiny voice, while batting her lashes at Jake.
- Honey, I trust you completely, I just don’t think it’s safe for a young girl like you to be on her own for 3 months in a foreign country! Hell, on a different continent!
Jake knew that was a weak argument. Even if he spoilt her rotten, he knew his Clarke to be mature and able to take care of herself. If he were honest to himself, he’d admit he didn’t want her to go because he’d miss her too much.
- I’m sorry to say this, but that’s a shit argument and you know it! Dad, I am more than capable to take care of myself! Please please please, pretty please, prettiest please...
- Alright, alright, stop it with those puppy eyes! It’s fine by me, as long as your Mum agrees!
- Urggghhhh, why, God, why?, Clarke asked him jokingly and kissed him on the cheek.
They both knew Abby was the Cerberus of the family and if she gets her approval, in one month she’d be drinking coffee on the banks of the Seine. But for that, a different approach would be needed. Abby was the manager of one of the biggest hospitals on the East coast, so Clarke decided to appeal to her business side. She went up to her room and opened her laptop to do a bit of research. She knew for sure her mum would ask a lot of budget-related questions, if she were to consider Clarke’s departure. After finishing her research on plane tickets, cost of life, transportation, visiting, shopping etc, she went to look for accommodation. Staying at hotels for three months turned out to be quite pricey and that would mean a big fat NO from Abby.
- Hmm, let’s check that website Raven recommended!
Raven was Clarke’s best friend, a fiery Latina that matched Clarke in all the bad ways. Witty, sarcastic, mischievous and completely uninhibited, Raven had been the Thelma to her Louise for a couple of years already. They met at a frat party. While looking for a bathroom, Clarke stumbled upon a girl who was being spit-roasted by two black guys. She had never seen something as wonderful in her entire life, so she just stood there completely entranced, watching as the guys took turns in pushing their black cocks in the girl’s mouth and cunt. The lewd sounds that the Latina was emitting had Clarke gasping lodly. That’s when the guy who had his large cock lodged in Raven’s throat noticed her standing in the door frame. He asked her if she wanted to join them and the rest was history. After that wild night, Clarke and Raven got together a couple of times, but they soon realised they were better off like friends than fuck buddies, so they stopped sleeping together. Since then, they have become great friends and confidents, especially in sex matters.
Clarke remembered the previous year Raven had travelled to London for ComicCon and found free accommodation through CouchSurfing. Her host was a girl, Anya, who shared Raven’s love of cons and cosplay. They went together at the convention and after the first day they went back to Anya’s appartment and fucked in their Harley Quinn and Joker costumes for 3 hours straight. Raven returned home more than happy with the website and the host she chose.
So Clarke decided to give it a try: she went to the website, created a profile and started browsing potential hosts in Paris. As she was scrolling, she stumbled upon a profile that intrigued her. In the profile pic she saw a beautiful girl, smirking slyly at the camera. The first thing Clarke noticed was just how green and beautiful her eyes were; then that infuriating smirk. Also, what was a girl called Lexa Woods doing hosting in Paris; shouldn’t there be French people with French names? Coloured impressed, she paid more attention to this profile. Lexa was an American girl studying business in Paris, who loved art, reading, travelling, concerts, parties and meeting people. The profile said she had one free room in her rented appartment, where she was more than happy to host girls (and then underlined: and only girls) for as long as they needed. Next, Clarke started scrolling trough her photos: Lexa on a mountain top, in hiking gear; Lexa with a girl in a club; Lexa at the beach, in a bra and swim trunks, with several tattoos on display; several photos with Lexa and other girls in front of famous landmarks in Paris. In all photos, Lexa was sporting that damned cocky smirk that took Clarke’s breath away!
- God damn it, what is it with this girl?
Clarke couldn’t fail to notice how delicios Lexa’s abs looked like and how in shape her body was. Also, in one of the photographs, Clarke could notice a rainbow-flag pin attached to Lexa’s jacket. Uhmm, interesting find!
The final section in Lexa’s profile was References, where girls who had been hosted in her appartment left some sort of reviews about their experiences.
„Absolutely amazing! Lexa is a gem and I had such a great time with her that I almost missed my flight home”
„Thank you, Lexa! You’ve offered me a life changing experience.”
„I felt welcomed in more ways than one in Lexa’s appartment. ;) ”
Clarke would admit to being more than intrigued by this green-eyed goddess and, in the same time, relieved that she didn’t seem to be a serial killer. Without realizing what she’s doing, she clicked the Send request button and started typing:
„Dear Lexa,
My name is Clarke...”