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I had just finished my undergraduate degree in psychology, and was about to pursue a Master?s degree in criminology, but I hadn?t yet decided which university I wanted to attend. My final plan was to enlist with the RCMP, but as a young woman who barely hit 5 foot 6, I knew that the only way to get accepted was by having a lot to offer. My grades were excellent, and I had been offered entrance to several programs. I was undecided between Ottawa University and McGill in Montreal. The program at Ottawa would set me up right in the RCMP?s backyard, so to speak, but the program at McGill was highly recognized on an international level, and may be better for my career in the long run.I had the summer off that year, given that my scholarships paid my ride, and I decided that I would spend some time in Montreal to see how I liked the city before I went to meet my boyfriend in Boston. Jeff and I had met in high school and although he was three years older than me, we had quickly developed a very strong relationship. He had been admitted to Harvard, and was pursuing post-graduate studies in political sciences. His parents had bought him a sailboat as a graduation present, and we were going to spend the summer on the water.Staying at a youth hostel in Montreal, I had met quite a few people and had a great time. I was sharing a room with three other girls, and they knew the city well. End result: Montreal was definitely my choice. I was to leave for Boston by bus the next morning, but my roommates were trying to convince me to stay for the comedy festival, telling me that the talent here was equal to none, and I?d laugh until I peed my pants, guaranteed. They were in the middle of their sales pitch, when I saw him walk into the hostel ? the man who was to be my undoing.He wasn?t particularly tall, but had a rugged handsomeness to him. Long hair, broad shoulders, and wearing riding leathers, he put his motorcycle helmet on the counter and flashed a smile at the receptionist. My God, what a beautiful smile! My roommates all stopped talking at once, as we were all mesmerized by this man. He talked his way into the highly coveted semi-private room with Manuel, the exchange student. The receptionist offered to take him up to the room, and we all waited eagerly to see if she came back or not.She returned a couple of minutes later, looking decidedly dejected. I?m sure she gave him her best shot, but from her demeanor, the offer wasn?t taken up. We conspired to get Manuel to scout out the new arrival, and called him over. We gave him the task of finding out everything possible about him. Manuel, always trying to endear himself to us in the hopes of getting a little more, was eager to help us out. Manuel joined us at the dinner table later that day, and gave us the scoop: Jean-Marc was about to leave for a job almanbahis in Colombia, and was touring Quebec on his bike before he shipped out. What kind of job? Manuel didn?t know. What did he do? Manuel didn?t know that either. Was he single? Manuel rolled his eyes, he didn?t ask. When Manuel realized we were about to kill him, he tried to placate us by telling us that he had invited this mysterious man to have supper with us. Things were about to get real!True to his word, our mystery man came to sit with us at dinner. He flashed us that beautiful smile, and we all melted and tried to find the words to introduce ourselves. He had a deep, rumbling voice which resonated to my very core. His eyes laughed as he spoke, telling us of his travels through Quebec and the odd people he had met. But it was his smile that was my undoing. It radiated such a warmth, with a mischievous undercurrent ? you just knew he would make your toes curl, given the opportunity. For my part, I knew I was going to be with my boyfriend in a matter of days, so I wasn?t throwing my hat into the ring, but the other three ladies at the table were all jostling for that opportunity. Of course, he was invited to come out with us that evening to the comedy club. To our delight, he accepted and we made arrangements to walk down to the club together that evening. The girls had been right ? the show was amazing, and true to form, I had laughed so hard, I wet my pants. Although the moisture may not have been entirely from laughing. As it happened, Jean-Marc had sat between Micheline and me, and I had the delightful pleasure of feeling his thigh next to mine for most of the evening. Between acts, we were able to talk, and I got to know him well. He had come from an upper-class family, but had never felt like he had fit in, so he had taken the road less traveled. Before I knew it, I was sharing my own story with him, and he listened with a genuine warmth and interest. He was so hot, but at the same time, I don?t think he realized the power he had over the ladies. Or perhaps that?s just what I wanted to believe.We arrived back at the hostel after the show, and we all went our own separate ways for the night. I must confess, my lingering awareness was taken up with thoughts of Jean-Marc, and I could tell by the rustling bed sheets of my roommates, that I was not the only one to take guilty pleasure at the thought of his company.The next morning, my mind cleared, I had resolved to grab the bus out to Boston. If nothing else, last night?s outing made me realize more than ever that I needed to get into the arms of my boyfriend. The girls came down one by one, and we chatted about the evening and of our prize companion. I let them know of my plans, and of course, they tried to talk me into one more night out with them. Jean-Marc came down almanbahis yeni giriş to join us, looking hotter than hell in tight jeans and t-shirt. He joined me at the cereal bar, and asked if it was true that I was leaving for Boston. I replied that I was, and he told me that he was leaving for Boston on Sunday to meet a friend. Then, he dropped the bomb: if I waited one more day, he would drive me down. My heart missed a beat.I had a fair amount of experience on the back of a bike ? both of my brothers had motorcycles growing up. But to be on his bike, wrapped around his body for five hours? I didn?t know if I could trust myself. I tried to come up with a good reason to not take him up on his offer, but none were coming to mind. Five hours on the back of a bike or eight hours in a crowded bus. He offered to take me on a ride to make sure I felt comfortable with him. He gave me a helmet, and we went outside. He had a shiny black BMW with red trim. Of course, his bike was beautiful as well. We went for a brief tour through the streets of Montreal and up to Mont Royal, where we took in a beautiful view of the city. He was a great rider, and his bike was solid, fast and surprisingly comfortable. I had no reason to decline ? I took him up on his offer.The girls of course, were all envious of my opportunity, but I kept trying to tell them ? or myself ? that nothing was going to happen. He was just going to give me a ride to Boston, where I would then say goodbye and meet up with my boyfriend.Our second evening out at the comedy festival was just as great as the first, and we saw several great performers, who kept us in stitches. Again, Jean-Marc sat beside me, and again, our thighs were pressed together. The warmth of his leg stirred up indecent thoughts, but I told myself that if I was going to be on the back of his bike, I was going to have to get used to the idea of being so close to him. Further to that, even though our thighs were pressed together, his attention was most definitely directed towards Micheline. She was on the other side of Jean-Marc, and through the evening, she was flirting to her full potential. Her blouse was open, and her ample cleavage was teasingly on display. Through the show, we would hear giggles that were most definitely not provoked by the comedian on stage, and the girls noticed a few times that hands had disappeared beneath the table cloth. After the show, Micheline told us that she was going to show Jean-Marc the old city, and that they wouldn?t be walking back with us. Nancy and I made a few lewd comments to her, then left on our own for the hostel. I took a quick shower, and packed all my gear for the next day. Monique had left earlier in the afternoon, so it was only Nancy, Micheline and I in the quad tonight. I took advantage, and dropped down to the almanbahis giriş lower bunk to get a good night?s sleep.Later that night, I was awakened by giggles and the sound of Micheline bouncing off the furniture as she groped around the room. She landed in Nancy?s bed, asking her if she was still awake. The two girls had been traveling together, and were quite close, so it wasn?t anything out of the ordinary to see them sharing a bunk. Nancy, for her part, was anxiously waiting for Micheline to return so that she could learn the torrid details of their encounter. Micheline asked if I was still awake, and Nancy assured her that I had fallen asleep a while ago. I heard some conspiratorial whispering, then Micheline pulled her blouse over her head, kicked off her jeans, and climbed under the covers with Nancy. Micheline told Nancy all about her night with Jean-Marc. They never made it to the old city, but slipped down a darkened alley soon after leaving us. Their hands were all over each other, and soon he had pushed her up against a car. He gave her a good tonguing, then moved up and slipped it between her legs from behind.She described his cock?s length and width, and how it sent her into orgasm over and over again, as he took his time sliding in and out, playing her like an instrument. He would switch up from long, deep strokes to short fast strokes whenever he felt her cumming then would relax to the slow deep strokes to let her rest, and do it all over again. She whispered that she was still a wet, sticky mess. Nancy asked her incredulously about a condom, but Micheline replied she was protected. I heard a pause in their conversation, and when I peeked out at them, I could see them locked in a deep embrace, lost in the pleasure of a sensual kiss. I couldn?t believe what I was seeing! I was so naive. It all seemed to make sense to me now.Nancy looked over at me, and I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep. She returned her attentions to Micheline, and I heard her saying: ?Mmmm, you are a sloppy mess. I?d better take care of that.? Soon the covers were off, and I could see Nancy kissing her way down Micheline?s belly, her head disappearing between her thighs. The moans were too much for me, and my hand went down to my own sex, wet from Micheline?s story, and the passion play I saw unfolding before me.It wasn?t long until Micheline began to thrust her hips up against Nancy, and her moans told me that Nancy had brought her off to another orgasm. Micheline pulled Nancy up, and they shared a wet kiss. Micheline told Nancy that she wanted to lick her, so they switched positions, and Micheline began to make love to Nancy. I came somewhere between Nancy?s second and third orgasm, my sex throbbing in my hands as the pleasure washed over me. As I fell asleep, I wondered if Jean-Marc realized how much sex he had set into motion.The next morning, Jean-Marc and I met in the hostel lobby. He loaded my back pack onto his bike, and after a quick good-bye to Micheline, we were off.It was a beautiful day, slightly overcast, but warm.