He knocks three times. She knocks twice.

Anne Marie had chosen our rendezvous well. The ladies' room nearest the dance was one of those with a carpeted atrium, and a couch. Subject of so many mens' room jokes, for example, "if there were a couch in the mens' room, would you want to sit on it?" She had chosen her place well. Of course, I didn't have any of these thoughts until later.

Anne Marie met me at the door with a passionate kiss. My hands raced all over her, and her over mine. Soon I found her breast again. She ripped her leather jacket off and threw it on the couch. This released a hot wave of her scent, sweat and woman and sex. I locked the door and we fell onto the couch.

My tuxedo jacket came next, and then I trailed kisses from her slender shoulder, up her neck, where I shamelessly planted a hickey. She moaned and I teased her nipple through the thin fabric. Her hands abruptly pressed on my chest, breaking the kiss and all contact between us.

"There is something you should know, before we do any more." Her chest was heaving, her breasts rising and falling under her dark, dewey skin. "I am a virgin. I did not want you to get your hopes about...about anything more happening between us."

"Anne Marie, that's totally fine. I didn't expect anything. But... why did you invite me here, exactly? I mean, I have a hotel for prom night. Me and my friends, you know, Talia and them, we rented some rooms. We could go back there, and talk or whatever. No expectations."

"No, no. This... this is my last night in US. I want to make it special, but I have to be back at my host family before late. I have done many things with boyfriends. There is much a woman can do with a man, to make a memory."

As she spoke, I became lost in her bright blue eyes. Both her hands reached up to her neck, into her hair, and tugged at the thin fabric holding back her breasts. All at once, there they were. Two handfuls of flawless skin, topped with an modest, chocolate nipple. She smiled at my obvious arousal, the pounding in my chest. I pulled her into an embrace, thrilling at the bare skin of her back, and kissed my way from her chin, to her collar bone, and down her breast.

Rachel's training was not forgotten as I teased her sensitive flesh, working my way to a gentle bite of her nipple. "Oui" came involuntarily from her lips. I gave the other breast the same treatment, and ran my fingers through her wild hair. When our lips met again, the passion of our kisses had intensified so much that I had to remember to breathe.

"Get me a pillow." I did.

Anne Marie stood before me. Slim, bare-breasted, her yellow shirt still covering the tops of the fishnet stockings that encased her brown legs down to her fierce black boots. The French beauty unclasped the dress at the back, and stepped out of it once it fell to the ground. Boots, fishnets, and lacy black panties. Exposed skin from her ass to the thin silk of her stockings. I explored that skin with my fingers, until curling around to take a hold of her rear. She brushed my hands away, and got down on the pillow, on her knees, between my legs.

For the second time that evening, she unclasped the fly of my pants, and I helped her pull out my erect penis. She smiled. Her fingers explored the shaft, the tip, before she brought her mouth close enough that I could feel her breath. Then, her tongue, flicking over the tender flesh. She took me into her mouth at once.

Tongue, and wet, and warm, she made her mouth into a sheath for my cock. Involuntarily, my hips started to buck. Her head built up a complementary rhythm, egging me on.

Talia flashed into my mind, unbidden. Was it her mouth on me now? How had she felt? Was she or Anne Marie more adept at this? Did I wish I was with Talia?

Anne Marie preempted my train of thought when, suddenly, she had taken my whole length into her throat. I curled forward, and felt her cute nose on my abdomen. It felt like my whole being was being sucked out of me. Curled forward, I buried my nose in her hair, finally getting a full inhale of her intoxicating scent. Her free hand had found its way into the waistband of her panties, and she was furiously attacking her pussy.

She surfaced with a pop and gasped, rubbing my shaft with her saliva. Back into her mouth, and out again, and more stroking, until I couldn't take the sensation anymore. "Mademoiselle," my best French accent. She met my eyes. "Why don't we switch? I want to taste you." That smile again.

She stood and removed her panties, and took my place on the couch. Once she was seated, I bent over her to kiss her lips, and trailed back down to her collarbone, and back to her breast, and pinched her nipple. The next trail of kisses when down her flat stomach to her abdomen. I leaned back, and planted kisses on the skin between her stockings and her sex. She shuddered at the sensation.

Then I was facing her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. The skin of her outlips was as dark as her nipples, but moisture, arousal, and her fingers had parted her, revealing her pink clitoris. This part of her smelled as inviting as the rest. A kiss on her clitoris elicited a moan, and her reaction only intensified when I gave her whole pussy a great lick. My tongue found itself running all over her, slowly at first, but faster and faster. Her breathing started keeping time with my ministrations. A hand touched my head. "May I have your fingers, please? Inside me?"

Tenderly, I inserted my pointer into her opening. The hot, smooth walls clamped down hard, and she moaned again, echoing through the room. I pushed a second finger in, and curled them up toward the rough skin behind Anne Marie's clitoris. My tongue went back to stimulating her clit. She had both hands on her breasts now, roughly kneading the flesh and pinching her hard nipples.

After a moment of building up rhythm, my penis was so hard that it hurt, and her lubrication was all over my fingers. I switched hands, and used her thick girl cum to stroke my shaft.

We synchronized. My tongue, my fingers, my hand on my dick, and her pleasured moans.

Once again, Talia came into my mind. I remembered seeing her in her bed on that golden afternoon, I imagined her masturbating, thinking about what Anne Marie and I were doing here. Talia's voice, Talia's moans, encouraging us on. Rachel beside her, both women gratifying themselves, knowing that...

Anne Marie's vagina clamped down on my fingers. "Oui...oui...oui...OUI!" Her whole body convulsed over my fingers, twitching and twisting. I held my fingers against the clit, and slowed my tongue. My hand stayed on my member. "Get up here!" She insisted once she recovered.

The Frenchwoman didn't moved, splayed out on the couch. Her knees parted, vagina swollen and exposed, nipples still at attention, breathing hard and covered in sweat. She looked totally spent, but beckoned me to kneel next to her face. She stuck out her tongue, and met my eyes. Her mouth engulfed my cock, begging me to shoot down her throat, like Talia had wanted.

I exploded down her throat. She kept working me, **** for every drop. When I finished, she swallowed dutifully, smiled, and stuck her tongue out again like a girl from one of Amy's videos.

That memory, I would treasure forever.