Flying to Paris

Exams were over, and we were headed to Paris. We were gonna meet Bill and Cindy up at Paul's parents' house. Well, I say house, but the estate is more descriptive. There was quite a lot of facetime with both Lauren and Cindy as I was packing. I had never been on holiday as a woman before and was pretty stressed out about what to bring. Cindy knew a little more about the plans for the trip and thankfully could guide me to what would be appropriate attire for the things we were doing. We were going to stop by the Louver, for a special exhibit that would involve some pretty fancy VIP drinks and dinner. I had been practicing wearing high heels when Paul wasn't home. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I was getting pretty used to it now. The only pair of heels I owned was from a bargain store in town, they were pretty simple and probably not very good, but enough for me to practice on. Cindy said we could look for some better ones in Paris.

Lauren and I had been texting regularly every day since we got back from mom and dads. She kept me updated on her pregnancy. I cried when she sent me pictures from her first ultrasound. I was gonna be an aunt this year. All the baby talk with Lauren also had a profound physical effect on me. Whenever Paul and I had sex I was like my womb was quivering with anticipation. At one point I was considering going off my birth control pills, but reason got the better of me. Should probably figure out the whole school thing first.

We drove up to the estate and met up with Bill and Cindy. Then headed for the airport the next morning. I hated flying. It was always long lines and uncomfortable seats. And this was gonna be a pretty long flight. The last time when we flew to my parents we had business class tickets and still, it was terrible. When we got to the airport I saw the long line for check-in and security and braced myself for the queue. "This way Erin," Paul said. We headed for a door over on the end. The sign read "VIP/First Class check-in and lounge area".

As we entered, it was like walking into a whole different world. There was a comfortable lounge, and porters immediately came hurrying over to take our bags. We were offered drinks, and Paul handle the check-in. We enjoyed some of the refreshments until the lady came over and informed us that our plane was ready. I didn't believe my own eyes when we walked out. "Paul?" I asked as I saw the plane. "Are we flying privately?"

"Yes. I've never done it myself, but Bill's dad is a pretty successful venture capitalist and lets Bill use it for our trip to France".