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(episode 23) This follows The First Annual ?Pool? Party.Earlier that school year during Fall Semester I had applied for a UGA summer trip to Europe. It was a partnered program by the university and private businesses created to enlighten the cultural, business, and historical perspective of Europe for students studying for business degrees. Later during spring semester I received the great news that I had been accepted for the program. I would get credits toward graduation and also get to see Europe at the same time. Before that, I had never been outside the United States except a short drive over into Mexico from San Diego while vacationing with my parents in southern California when I was 12 years old. Needless to say, I was very excited about this new adventure.As that summer began, my old girlfriend, Jennifer and I, despite having hooked up for sex a couple of times during spring semester, had failed to work out our problems and still were not back together. That failure was weighing very heavily on my emotions. So I saw this European trip as a great opportunity to get Jennifer off my mind. I knew that if I stayed around I would be further upset by Jennifer becoming more involved with that older and very rich law student I mentioned in my previous story. I despised the guy, not only for his involvement with Jennifer but also for his arrogant attitude and snotty personality. To be blunt, he was just an ultra rich snobby prick. It really infuriated me to see Jennifer with that pretentious guy. I knew that this trip was just the diversion that I needed.About twenty students along with three professors and their spouses were slated to go on the trip. I was filled with anticipation to see if any of my friends had also been chosen for the trip but found myself quite disappointed when I finally saw the list of students going. I did not see anyone on the list that I knew well. The list did contain the names of some nerdy geeks along with several people I didn?t know at all.The trip was to take us to several European cities including Rome, Florence, Athens, Barcelona, Frankfurt, Heidelberg, Amsterdam, Brussels, and then a full week at our final destination of Paris. At each stop we were to tour some large corporate business or manufacturing facilities, as well as the famous tourist and cultural sites of each location.Once we were gathered at the Atlanta International Airport for our flight I noticed that there were only about three decent looking girls in the entire group and I didn?t really know them. The best looking one by far, was a girl named Bethany, though at that time I couldn?t remember what her name was. I had been in a couple of classes with her but knew nothing about her. Bethany was very attractive, a little taller than average with long straight brown hair, long legs, a great ass, average tits, tiny waist, brown eyes and she wore glasses.Once almanbahis şikayet we were boarding the plane I was pleasantly surprised when Bethany asked if she could sit with me. I had barely spoken ten words to her over the previous couple of years and actually could not remember her name as she sat down with me. I was very relieved to find out her name again when another student said Bethany?s name as she spoke to her.Once Bethany started talking to me I was shocked to find out that she knew so much about me, especially since I knew nothing about her. She asked if I had gotten back together with Jennifer. When I said that I hadn?t, she seemed to lighten up so I had no doubt that she was interested in me. Since Bethany was the best looking girl in the group and we would be in Europe for 6 weeks I thought I might as well let that scenario play out. She then proceeded to talk my ears off most of the way over the Atlantic until she finally got tired and fell asleep. I wondered to myself if she was always that chatty. Once we were in Rome she soon erased any doubt that she wanted to latch onto to me.Over the next few weeks Bethany constantly hung around with me and she seemed very content with the way things were developing. For me though, things just did not work out the way I had hoped. She would work to get me alone somewhere as much as possible, whether it was on the train we were on, in a back alley close to the hotel, or a few minutes alone in a hotel room, then we would passionately make out.Bethany was a very good passionate kisser and eventually she would would always grab my hand and lead it to her breasts or down to her pussy, but she would never let me put my hand inside her jeans or inside her panties. It was obvious that she really enjoyed me rubbing her pussy and she would instruct me to rub faster or rub harder, and she always responded with a lot of very heavy breathing and panting. Finally, I realized she was usually getting off from this, but I was not getting anything from her in return. When I asked her to rub me or touch me, she would then break things off and say we better stop before someone walked in on us. I hadn?t had to deal with anything like that since high school.I found myself aching constantly in the groin from a bad case of the ?blue balls'. Worse, there was no opportunity for me to do anything about it as there was rarely any privacy as I always shared a tiny hotel room with several other guys. I had not found an opportunity to masturbate and relieve my agony until one day in agonizing desperation, I found a public restroom with individual stalls.. As quickly and quietly as I could I masturbated while standing up in the stall. By that time I had become so sore from the blue balls that the orgasm actually hurt, but it did provide some much needed temporary relief.By then I was really getting tired of Bethany?s almanbahis canlı casino immature approach to sex, so I would try to think of ways to avoid her but she would always find me. Then she?d get me alone, and the same old thing would happen all over again. For some reason I would optimistically hope that the next encounter with her would actually lead to more. Instead it would be more of the same, passionate kissing and me rubbing up her tits and pussy through her clothes with no finger penetration and nothing in return for me.Aside from that agonizing frustration, I had thoroughly enjoyed seeing Europe, the historical places, the art, tasting the local food, and enjoying the availability of German beer.I was particularly excited when we arrived in Paris for our last week of the trip.Our motel was in the Montmartre section of Paris. Typical of Europe, I guess, small rooms and a small shower that I shared with 2 other guys, no air conditioning, but it was cool in the evenings. The tiny hotel elevator could only hold about 3 people tightly squeezed in. The front desk and lobby had a eating and lounging area where we could get our breakfast every morning that consisted of croissant, hard french bread, some pastries, jams, jellies, coffee and orange juice.There was something special about Paris though. I could just feel it in the air, the energy of the city with its beauty and bustle. I didn?t realize it yet, but Paris was about to be provide some real excitement and be the true climax of my trip to Europe.I didn?t see her until our second morning. She was a beautiful French girl, about my age, working at the front desk of our hotel. She came over to my table where I was sitting with Bethany and about 4 others from our group, and asked if we had found everything (talking about the breakfast food). I was surprised that a French person was actually providing some cheerful customer service. When her eyes met mine there was an instantaneous spark. She spoke English well, though with her heavy French accent. She had long shiny straight strawberry blonde hair, big brown eyes, a gorgeous model face, incredibly sexy full lips. Her skin was somewhat pale, slightly taller than average and had a very sexy body. Her sexy legs were displayed in a medium length skirt and heels with a tight white button up blouse on. Her walk and moves, while brisk, were sexy and sensuous and her eyes kept meeting mine. All the guys in my group could not keep their eyes off of her either and the girls in our group noticed that fact. It was obvious from their body language that they did not like our attraction to that French girl.Before I went back up to my room I made a stop by the front desk to ask directions to someplace where I could cash a cashiers check for some Euros. Actually, I already knew of a place but just wanted an excuse to talk to the French girl. She almanbahis casino was very friendly and told me where the exchange was and gave me very detailed directions to get there.The French girl then pointed the baseball-style cap I was wearing and asked, ?What is Georgia Bulldogs???It is the university I attend in the USA,? I answered.She laughed and asked, ?You attend Georgia Bulldogs University???No,? I laughed and said, ?it is the University of Georgia and Bulldogs is the name for our sports teams, like football.??Are you a footballer?? she asked.?Not now, well I used to be, you know, American football,? I answered.?You mean the kind where you wear helmets and attack your opponents,? she said in a very flirty tone while her body swerved provocatively at the hip from left to right.?That?s absolutely right,? I answered laughingly.Then she laughed and told me, ?Do not attack anyone today American footballer.?At that moment her desk phone rang and she waved bye to me as she answered it and I waved bye back to her as I turned and walked away.After our tour excursions for the day I made every excuse to walk through the lobby at which the French girl always saw me and smiled. Later when our group was meeting in the lobby to go out to eat and later take a night cruise on the Seine River, she waved at me to come over to the front desk and she asked my name. I told her my real name but then added, ?a lot of friends call me Buz.?She laughed and said questioningly, ?Buz??I told her that it was a long story and she looked me deep in the eyes and said, ?I will enjoy very much you telling it to me.? Then she said, ?I am Yvette,? and she extended her hand in a sexy outstretched girlish manner to shake hands with me, when I took her hand we held them together for several seconds and I knew that there was a strong mutual attraction.Yvette then told me that she was getting off work in an hour. I told her that I had to go with my group on the Seine River cruise. ?Come see me after,? Yvette said as she handed me a small piece of folded paper.When I said it might be a little late, she responded, ?It does not matter.?I eagerly said, ?Okay!? and she smiled and waved bye.As soon as I turned I saw that Bret, a geeky but nice guy I had befriended on our trip, had seen the note exchange and heard the conversation and he asked, ?What will Bethany say???She had her chance,? I said as I shrugged my shoulders.Bret made a funny 'big eyed' anticipatory expression as if the situation could become interesting.Yvette?s note listed her apartment address and walking directions from the hotel.During the river cruise I endured Bethany?s banter and kept trying to discreetly get away from her, though she made that impossible. As soon as my group got back got back to the hotel I rushed up to my room to brush my teeth, gargle and freshen up and rushed out the door before I could be seen again by Bethany. Then I quickly headed out to find Yvette?s place.It seemed late but the Parisians seemed to start their evening socializing at a late hour anyhow. There was still a lot of street activity and I saw a little old man selling some flowers.