Do you dream in French?


"As we have seen, the uprising of the English working class led to some 
social unrest in Germany. Your assignement was to evaluate if these events 
also influenced France. Can you tell me anything about it... Mademoiselle 
Chevalier?" As I didn´t show any intention to answer or to react (of course 
I had no idea whatsoever, as I hadn´t studied these subjects at all), my 
friend Pierre, who was sitting next to me, poked me in my side and 
whispered "Janine! He asked you!" 
The professor was frowning. "Can I expect your answer today?"
"Well", I started unsure, "sure, the effects on France can´t be denied, 
obviously, I mean... Rousseau and Montesquieu... excuse me, what was your 
question?" Professor Deschamps declined contemptously and let his gaze 
wander through the university history class. He spotted a girl that had 
already raised her hand as soon as he had asked the question. Easy to 
guess, he didn´t care for her to answer, because he waited for anybody else 
to raise his hand. That didn´t happen, though, so he gave in and said in a 
long drawl: "Yes, Françoise, I´m sure y o u can tell me something about 
it..." He was right.
Françoise started to talk about working classes, Karl Marx, the socialist 
party, the French revolution and so on. To make it short, she was a 
communist. While most of the other students shook their heads, I was in 
love.
My name is Janine, I´m 19 years old. I live in France, I study on a college 
called Université de la Bretagne. My main subjects are history and 
sociology. I´m not really what you would call lesbian - but I like girls as 
much as I do boys. In my fantasies, I like them even better.
And the girl called Françoise that I was just listening to in the boring 
history class is the most beautiful girl that ever lived on this planet. 
She has got brown skin (her father is from North Africa, I think), a slim, 
tender figure even though she´s quite tall, a pretty face with dark, deep 
eyes, a flat nose and sensual lips, long and curly brown hair, and the most 
gorgeous breasts you can imagine.
I just leant back, watching her attentively and enjoying the clear words of 
her dark, vibrating voice. I didn´t use to talk to her much and I didn´t 
know much about her, besides the obvious, that she was a communist.
When she had ended, our professor continued with the lesson, without going 
much into what she had said, and I continued looking at her beautiful, 
chocolate-brown face. I don´t need to say that I love the taste of dark 
chocolate, and the thought of kissing her and pushing my lips on her skin 
made my heart go faster.
Suddenly, she raised her hand again and asked: "Could I go to the restroom 
for a minute, Monsieur Deschamps?" As he nodded, she stood up and went to 
the door, in a silent, esthetical walk, swinging her hips just a little 
bit. When she came by the place where I was sitting, she smiled almost 
imperceptible. That made a shiver going through my body.
"Stupid girl", murmured Pierre when she had left the room, but I didn´t 
care. I didn´t really want to, but I couldn´t help standing up and going 
to the door as well, without even asking for permission.
Stepping through the door, I imagined that I smelled a little 
miraculous scent of hers, a sensual perfume that filled my nostrils.
She wasn´t in the hallway anymore, there were some other students hanging 
around. I walked in the direction of the restrooms as I had been in trance.
I opened the door and entered the girl´s bathroom. 
The first thing I saw was myself in the mirror. I don´t know if I mentioned 
it - I´m not too ugly myself. I got short brown hair, I´m rather small, but 
I got a slim figure and prominent breasts.
No sign of Françoise, though! There were two toilets, the door to one of 
them was open, the other closed. I figured she had to be in there.
I went to the second one, closed the door, let down my skirt and sat down, 
though I left my panties on. The mere thought of her less then two meters 
beside me, of what she was doing, what she looked like sitting there 
aroused me very much. I closed my eyes, caressed my nipples softly with my 
right hand and traced the outline of my pussy through the fabric of my 
panties. I listened up carefully if I could hear her peeing - i mean, I 
don´t go for that kind of stuff, but when I came to that girl, everything 
became erotic.
I didn´t hear any sound of running water - but I heard a voice, sounding 
very surprised, saying: "Janine!?"
I opened my eyes - and looked straight in hers. She seemed to be as much in 
shock as I was. "Oh... I´m so sorry... you didn´t lock... I didn´t want 
to... sorry..." She was quite embarrassed, and so was I. There was a very 
awkward moment of silence. Why in the world didn´t she just close the door?
"Cool", she said finally, a little unsure, and it sounded like an attempt 
to make conversation, "you´ve got a tattoo." She pointed at my left breast. 
Well, it was true, I got one. I had it made several years ago, and I used 
to think of it as a pretty stupid idea, but when she called it "cool", it 
immediately improved in my eyes. It was a snake, whose tail began on my 
upper chest, then coiling around my nipple. As I was wearing a bra, she 
couldn´t see but the upper part of it.
"You can... look at the rest if you want to, you know", I began nervously. 
She smiled a little, hesitated - but then stepped to me and released the 
clasp of my bra. The touch of her thin fingers on my breasts made me hot, 
and I began to breathe faster. Slowly she stroked my breasts along the line 
of the snake. "It´s beautiful", she said, "I´ve got a tattoo, too".
"Oh really", I managed to say.
"Yeah.... would you like to see it?", she asked, and it sounded like an 
invitation.
"Sure...", I answered. "Where... I mean..."
"Oh, I won´t tell you. You search for it!"
At this point, our encounter had definitely gotten erotic. I was unsure 
what to do - but Françoise was a girl that you just couldn´t refuse, and, 
after all, this situation was exactly was I was hoping to get.
I stood up and we went outside that toilet cabin into the bathroom. I 
locked the outer door, not worrying about any people that might mind that - 
our bathroom is locked often enough, they wouldn´t think about it.
I took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes, and then I kissed 
her. My lips were on hers, my tongue was meeting hers, and she tasted like 
honey. "Go on with your search, Janine", she said after a long, deep kiss.
I checked her face, neck and her slender, strong arms. Nothing there. I 
unbottoned the blue shirt she was wearing, and saw her large, firm breasts 
under a blue bra that contrasted with her deep brown skin. Her scent was so 
sensual and erotic. "Nothing on your belly, nor on your back... your 
breasts? That would be too simple. They´re beautiful, by the way", I 
murmured while examining her body. But to make sure, I took her bra off. No 
tattoo there... but I just had to kiss her erected nipples and her large 
surrounding aerolas (do you say so?). She moaned slighly and stroked my 
hair. "Continue...", she whispered after a moment.
Now it got interesting. I opened her belt and took off her white pants. She 
was wearing blue panties under them. With my mouth close to her skin, I 
searched her long, perfect-shaped legs. Nothing... I even checked her feet. 
The underside of her feet was white like mine, contrasting to the brown 
upper side. "That´s because that skin is never touched by the sun", she 
said jokingly.
There was one more place to look on. I slowly pulled her panties down her 
legs. What I saw was gorgeous - her perfect pussy with the large pubic lips 
between her legs. It was completely shaved and it looked as untouched as a 
little girl´s one. And then, looking closer and smelling the sweet scent 
that was coming from it, I saw the tattoo. It was at the place where her 
pubic hair would have been, and it was - hammer and sickle. The communist 
symbol. In that moment I realized how funny the situation was - I was 
looking at hammer and sickle on a black communist pussy. I began to laugh, 
and she did, too. That laughter took all the tension from us and we were 
not stupid student girls doing forbidden things on the toilet anymore, but 
sensual, erotic women who were going to have some fun.
Still giggling, I stood up and embraced her - her hot body felt so good 
against my own. "I figure we will be good friends, Janine", Françoise said 
warmly. 
"It would be my pleasure", I replied. 
"But to be my friend, you have to respect my ideas." I could hear on her 
voice that she was joking - what was her idea?
"I don´t know if I would be a good communist", I said, waiting.
"You will. You´ve got to kiss the symbol."
Now I understood - and without any more words, I moved down on her. She sat 
down on the board in which the sinks for washing one´s hand were - I hope 
you understand what I mean.
She sat on the edge, naked, with her legs slightly open. I kneeled down in 
front of her, took her knees in my hands and pushed my lips down on her 
waiting cunt. I had never tasted a black women´s sex before, and it was 
great. I parted her pubic lips with my mouth and licked her vagina. Then I withdrew and slowly pushed her legs apart. The spectacle was great. Her chocolate-brown pubic lips slowly opened like a flower blossom and her 
sweet pink pussy became visible. Immediately, the sweet smell filled my nostrils. 
I breathed in - and went on her pussy. I ate it out for all it was worth. 
I licked all around it, sucked on her large, swollen clitoris that looked 
like a little peanut, and sticked my tongue inside her canal as far as I 
could. To my long, slurping sounds, Françoise began to moan louder and 
louder. She tooked my head in her hands and pushed it hard into her sex. 
With her hips she began to fuck my face with power and endurance. I 
answered to her movement and licked more and more furious. She was 
sweating, and around my face, her juices began to flow. I swallowed her 
sweet liquor as much as I could. Suddenly, her moaning grew into suppressed 
screams. Her body became stiff and clenched, and with releasing groans, she 
orgasmed right in my face. A gulp of her juice came out and flowed down my 
chin and chest. Still breathing hard, she leaned back satified and moaned 
in content.
"I hoped you liked it, Françoise", I said.
"It was great... thanks... I guess it´s your turn now.", she said and stood 
up, still weak on her legs.
Talking about me, I was aroused as I never was before. Giving the 
cunnilingus to that girl, eating her out had been a hot experience. My 
pussy was pulsating, and my panties were soaked with my liquids. Just 
looking at the naked, brown-skinned Françoise in front of me turned me on 
even further.
We changed places. I sat down on the board and leaned back, and she stood 
in front of me. First she took my panties off and sniffed on them. "You 
smell so good, Janine..." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
She began to stroke my legs tenderly, she went up at my large hips and came 
to my breasts. She caressed my erected nipples and stroked and squeezed my 
soft tits. Then she touched my crack and slid over my throbbing cunt. She 
spread the pubic lips with her one hand and inserted a finger. The 
stimulation made me catch my breath sharply. Amused, she made some movement 
as though she was fucking me with her finger. She pulled it out and smelled 
on it, then holding it towards my mouth. I took her finger in my mouth and 
sucked the girlcum off it.
As I hadn´t used to taste my own juice before, it tasted arousing and very 
female, a little bit different from hers. I told her so.
"Do you think you could tell the difference?"
"I guess so..."
"All right, close your eyes then". I did, and I felt her finger penetrating 
my vagina again. "Open your mouth", she said. I did, and she put a finger 
in it. "Mine or yours?" I tastet the finger carefully, but i wasn´t really 
sure. It tasted different from hers as well as from mine.
I opened my eyes. "Whose was it? I can´t tell, but I don´t think it´s 
mine."
"Look at the color of my finger", she said. I took her for serious at 
first, then laughed; of course it was brown like all the others. She 
giggled, too. "I pulled it through my whole crack, all the way, it wasn´t 
only my pussy." I looked at her, thinking. But she didn´t leave me time to 
think about it, as she again paid attention to my hole.
Françoise fingerfucked me pretty fast, with the other hand nibbling on my 
clit. That felt great, and I soon started to breathe fast and flat.
She decreased in speed, but increased the number of her fingers, two at 
first, then three. When she even tried to insert her little finger, at got 
pretty tight in my little pussy, but the more she tried to put in and the 
deeper she got, the better the feeling grew. Her hand was slicky and wet, 
dripping with pussy juice, and I was moaning more and more, as she didn´t 
stop to stimulate my clit.
"Françoise", I manage to gasp, "what are you doing?" She had formed her 
whole hand to a cone and tried to push it in my hole.
"Relax, my friend", she said with a miraculous smile. I had no other 
choice, she would have hurt me. I relaxed my pussy muscles, and suddenly 
her whole hand slid into my wet and slippery cunt. She formed a fist at 
once. It was the strangest and greatest feeling I ever had. I felt so 
completely filled and tight, her fist moved up and down in my pussy.
At first it hurt a little, and I let out some little sobs of pleasurable 
pain, but soon, my vagina walls stretched out and it began to feel as 
though I´d fucked a hundred cocks at once. 
I groaned in amazement, as she began to play with her fist in my tight 
little hole. She took my clitoris between thumb and finger of her free hand 
and shook with a high frequency, and I was almost screaming. I opened my 
eyes wide and looked down on me, and I saw under a trance-like gaze my 
belly bulging as her fist was pushed deeper and deeper in my canal. The 
sight of her brown arm disappering in my white, streched-out pussy was to 
much for me - I came with a gigantic orgasm. My body shook out of control 
as the waves floated over me. The contractions in my cunt gripped her fist, 
and juices were flowing down her arm, down my crotch, dripping on the 
floor.
With a loud, slurping sound, she withdrew her fist from my womb, and my 
pussy clasped behind it. Her fist sparkled with my cunt´s wetness, and the 
smell of female sex filled the air.
"My god, Françoise, that was... incredible", I said with a feeble voice. 
"You took me to heaven with the fist of yours." She smiled and wiped her 
fist on her own tits, making them slick and wet.
I was exhausted, my pussy felt like it twice as big as usual, the whole area 
between my legs was damp and slippery.
"Stand up, Janine, I want to embrace you", Françoise said, and I did, weak 
on my legs. We hugged and kissed again, this time the smell of cunt mixed 
in our loving mouths. I put little kisses on her nose, her cheeks and her 
eyelids. "I dreamt of you", I was breathing in her ear, "I dreamt of you 
every time I saw you in class. To me, you are the prettiest girl in the 
world. I don´t want to sound racist... but I consider black girls to be 
much more beautiful than us anyway." She smiled again and shook her head in 
amusement. "Where does your family come from?"
"My father is from Ethiopia, he came to France when the country fell into 
war. My mother is French, though."
We kissed again. I sucked on her thick, sensual lips. Her hands were moving 
on my skin again, and she fumbled around my butt. Our breasts were pressing 
against each other, and I felt her nipples arising again.
We separated. "Fisting you made me hot again, Janine", said Françoise 
softly. "I need some more of that tongue of yours, I think..." I felt 
aroused again, too. And then I noticed that taste that was still in my 
mouth again, and I decided to drive our tête-à-tête even further.
"Climb on the board, and go on all fours", I told her firmly, and she did. 
I then kneeled down right behind her, with her being in that doggie-
position. I let my hands circle on her back, stroking her butt cheeks, 
spreading her ass gently. She seemed to understand, as she took her head 
down, got down to a position in which her breasts were touching her knees, 
and she was expectantly sticking her ass towards me in the air. Her ass was 
completely black, besides the brown and pink crack where her pussy lips 
began, and her dark red cherry was glowing out of it. The sight aroused me 
again, and my juices began to flow. "Push it out further", I asked her, and 
she pushed her ass as though she was... being on the toilet. Her asshole 
got redder and more prominent, as more of the inside was turned out. I put 
the tip of my pointing finger right on the opening, and as a result of the 
unexpected touch, her asshole retracted and took my finger a centimeter 
inside. I vibrated it a little and the feeling let her giggle, but as there 
was no lubrication, there was no point of doing more, so I pulled it out.
I rubbed my soaking pussy with two fingers, then I smeared the juice on her 
asshole to get it slippery and lubricated. I did this several times.
To make my fingers wet all over, I stuck them into my own pussy, turning 
them a little, and withdrew them. 
With a little push, I entered her anus and invaded it deeply. Françoise was 
gasping, and I could feel her sphincter contracting upon the sudden 
penetration. The inside of her ass felt amazing. It was hot and damp, I 
could feel the textures of her canal. I had fingered myself occasionally, 
but I discovered that I could push my finger in much deeper doing it with 
someone else. Françoise was stimulated by it, and her juices were dropping 
on the board between her calfs.
"Ever had something inside?", I asked, and she just shook her head. I 
decided to take two fingers inside her virgin anus. The opening was 
widened, but I had to force my fingers in a little. "You fisted me, now I´m 
going to fist you", I said, and I laughed when she turned her shocked face 
towards me to see that I was joking. "All right, Françoise, let me try 
something", I said. I pushed my fingers deep inside her hot, forbidden 
cave. "Relax your ass muscles completely, okay?" She nodded, and I felt the 
grasp of her ass around my fingers become lesser. Slowly and carefully, I 
withdrew my fingers, until I got them out completely. Amazing enough - it 
worked: Her ass was still standing open, and I could look into the black 
hole of hers. Without giving it any chance to close, I brough my head down 
to her crack, stuck my tongue out and in a fast, certain movement stuck it 
as far into her ass I could.
Of course her ass muscles contracted right away, but I didn´t care, because 
my tongue was caught in her damp asshole.
Françoise let out a soft, long moan and giggled a litte, as my tongue was 
tickling her anus. She instinctively spread her legs even wider, giving me 
better access to her throbbing little asshole. For me, it was great. I 
sucked her hole with my lips, playing with my tongue inside her narrowness, 
pushing it in as far as it went, letting it almost some out and pushing it 
in again. The taste was salty, damp and very female, as I was also licking 
some pussy juice that still lubricated her hole and made it flexible for my 
probing tongue.
I flicked my tongue in her ass faster and more firmly, then I pulled it out 
and licked with the full tongue all the way over her used cherry asshole. I 
moved under my lickings, as Françoise was pushing it out towards my 
caressing tongue.
Suddenly, when my tongue was getting more and more tired, she turned 
around, her mouth open, her eyes widened. She was so hot after this 
analingus, she just couldn´t wait any longer to be released in an orgasm, 
and neither could I. We were frantic, aroused, breathing hard, the smell of 
pussy, ass and love mixed in the air to form an exciting scent.
She threw herself on me, flung her arms around me, we coiled, she was lying 
on me. Our lips met, we kissed passionately, our tits were pushed together, 
our nipples were rubbing on our skins.
She made pumping movements with her hips, her sweet pussy was pushed 
against mine. I put my hand down between us, and so did she; we were 
fucking our hands, two fingers inserted in our vaginas.
We were increasing in speed, gasping and groaning, kissing from time to 
time. I was coming closer and closer to the final orgasm.
With a last, final stroke, I rammed my pussy into hers, and then the 
orgasmic waves came over me. I felt my juices flowing out, down my hand, 
mixing with hers. She came just seconds after me, shaking, moving her 
fingers in and out her cunt with an incredible speed, while having her 
climax.
We laid there for minutes, on each other, our breath slowed down and we 
kissed again. I look in her dark, deep eyes with a contented smile on my 
face. While stroking softly over her lovely pussy at the place where I 
knew hammer and sickle were, I said: "Might have been some fun for the 
working class, wasn´t it?" Françoise just smiled back at me. I closed 
my eyes, and heard her saying: "I love you, Janine. Janine..."
"Janine... Janine!" That was a male voice, it was my friend Pierre touching 
my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw the class room in front of me. The 
students were packing their stuff together. "I know Deschamps´s class is 
boring... but I´ve never seen anyone just sleeping in!" I smiled, unsurely, 
and began to get my papers together, too. Had everything been a dream? It 
couldn´t possibly be - or could it? The next moment I saw curly brown hair 
coming towards me. It was Françoise - smiling. She said: "There is still a 
lot to do for the working class, Janine... see you later..." I heard Pierre 
hissing an angry comment, and I was completely confused now. What happened? 
Was it a dream, was it reality?
But then I stood up, and I suddely felt damp moisture in my panties. Even 
at the inner side of my thighs, there were streams of hot girl cum. I shook 
my head in amazement and headed towards the door. The communist idea gained 
my sudden interest, and whatever I had done in the last two hours, I 
intended to do it again.

LE FIN



I´m not a native English speaker, but had to learn my English in school and 
during some time in the US. This might reflect in my prose, thank you for 
your leniency.

I hope you enjoyed the story - please send any comments, praise or disdain  
to janinechevalier@hotmail.com. 
You can write me in French, English or German.
