Luc entered our room carrying a large tray holding an ice-filled clear crystal bucket, the bottle of Dom Perignon in the center. "Bonjour," Luc greeted us.

"Don't even ask, Darren. Just hand him the Visa card."

Darren stuck out his tongue at me before glancing over the bill Luc held, removing the gold credit card from his wallet. I saw him add 200 francs for the tip. The stinker.

"Merci, Monsieur," Luc beamed.

"You're quite welcome. You deserve it," Darren said softly, looking directly into Luc's sky blue eyes. Luc smiled shyly, not knowing quite how to react as to what was increasingly looking like a sly persuasion.

Which was exactly what it was.

"Would you like to join us for a glass?" Darren asked Luc, who was working on setting the cork free from the surrounding wire. I gave Darren an annoyed look. Wasn't this supposed to be our own little celebration?

The cork swelled and popped. Luc was startled, but not by the loud noise. Darren took Luc's hand. "Join us." Luc was hesitant. Carefully, he tipped the bottle to pour the bubbly liquid into each glass.

"Darren," I pointed out, "there are only two glasses."

"Then I guess I'll just have to share my glass with him." Darren raised his eyebrows at Luc, who blushed and fluttered. He was catching on quickly, a little faster than I would have liked. But I was becoming increasingly curious as to how far this little flirtation would go.

"What shall we toast to?" I asked, slipping two strawberries into my glass.

"How about Paris?"

We lifted our glasses. "To Paris," I said, clinking them together.

"To Paris," Darren said. Peering steadily at Luc, he added, "and to new friends."

I sipped the champagne, watching Darren holding his glass to Luc's lips, letting him taste. I settled back, inquisitive to how this enticement would play out. Never before have I seen Darren so intensely attracted to another male, the heat so thick around them, the heat starting to stir within myself. Darren removed a strawberry from the dish, feeding it to Luc, drinking the champagne as he watched the boy's reaction. Luc devoured the fruit, licking the juices from Darren's fingers. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable.

Such a tease Darren can be when he feels like it. He poured more champagne into the glass, passing it to Luc, who in nervousness dribbled a few drops down his chin. Enough motive for Darren to lean over and lick Luc's chin clean, inching up to his lips, their mouths at last meeting in a dreamy kiss. I hugged my knees to my chest and quietly sighed. They fell into embrace, Darren's arms circling the boy's sturdy back, encouraging him to touch Darren's own body, to explore with his hands and mouth. "So beautiful," Darren whispered in the trembling boy's ear. He then turned to me and winked, causing me to shyly smile and suppress a giggle.

"Shall we do away with this silly uniform?" Darren asked, unfastening the buttons on Luc's dress shirt. Luc gasped as the shirt fell away in halves, quickly silenced when Darren's mouth once again covered his.

After they finally came up for air, Darren gave a sly smile to his new lover, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bed. A wide-eyed Luc followed, the two stretching out, sinking back into each other's arms.

"Touche-moi, s'il te plait," Luc said, shaking from arousal.

"What did he say?" I mouthed.

Darren shrugged as if to say: Your guess is as good as mine, and who cares anyway? With one fluid motion, he removed his shirt, so he and Luc were touching chest-to-chest. My own hand wandered down to my breast whilst watching them. So warm and so masculine. I wanted to be male myself just so I could possibly know what they were feeling at that moment.

"Your body is so beautiful," Darren whispered, tracing Luc's left pectoral muscle, his thumb strumming the nipple. Luc quivered, letting out a small cry. Darren replaced his thumb with his mouth, leaving a soft lip print flicking with his tongue. "Do you like that?" Darren asked, looking up.

Luc answered by begging for more with his eyes.

"Darren," I interjected, feeling like an intruder in this private moment, "I don't think he understands English."

Darren grinned at me, his hands sliding to the fly of Luc's pants. "I don't understand French, so that would make us about even." He returned his full attention to the trembling boy, lowering his pants down as Darren lowered his own. He then gently lay Luc down to savor his smooth, tan, muscled body, kissing him everywhere and slow, completing the seduction.

Two hard male bodies posessed in the act of pleasure--what more could a girl ask for? Except to join them, but I knew Darren wanted to feast upon Luc by himself. I so wanted to trade places with Luc, not physically, but to have his male body, his hardness, his aura, just so Darren could look upon me with new eyes--the way I was looking at him right now. This was a side of Darren's sexuality I had never seen before; no so much that he enjoyed boys as much as girls, but that he did so with pure carnality and enthusiasm. Later, of course, I did want him to share Luc. But that was in due time. For the moment, I was content to be on the sidelines watching, becoming aroused as Darren sampled this new form, this new exotic fruit.

The pants were now gone, leaving Luc clad in only a tight pair of black boxer-briefs. Darren was leaving a trail of hot, damp kisses among the top line of Luc's underwear. Luc gasped, clutching onto the bed, his breathing becoming loud and ragged. "Suce ma bite," he pleaded. His eyes closed and then half-opened, as if he was daring himself to watch.

So involved was I in watching their passion, I wasn't even aware of my own hand slipping downward, noticing only because of the jolt of contact on my clit. I shivered from the touch, drawing my finger into my own liquid heat.

Darren glanced over, winking in my direction, as if he were putting on this show just for my amusement. I responded by smiling, acknowledging our bond, knowing our physical love for one another stretched beyond that of mere bodies.

"Suce ma bite, s'il te plait," Luc cried, his voice dripping with desperation. Darren lowered Luc's underwear with his teeth, first exposing a blond patch, then his erection, swollen with need, a small droplet shining at the tip. The last covering gone, Darren continued to torment the boy by kissing his inner thighs, the heated skin. "S'il te plait...s'il te plait...suce ma bite," Luc wailed over and over, until Darren took Luc's shaft into his mouth, swallowing one inch at a time, letting up and lowering back down.

The words grinded to a complete halt. Luc moaned, running his fingers through Darren's hair, communicating only with their eyes. Lust. Desire. Pleading. Darren relished his control over Luc just by sucking his cock, flicking his tongue over the soft skin that covered his balls, the language barrier a mere hinderance for the wanting that would eventually turn into the having. "Ahhh..." Luc sighed, burrowing his right hand in Darren's dark hair, sucking hard enough to make the boy happy, sucking slow enough to keep him from being satiated.

"Turn over," Darren said, placing a hand on each of the boy's toned thighs to emphasize his point, working in the physical action so Luc was now lying on his stomach. Darren turned to me to see how I was doing.

"Enjoying the show, Sabrina?" He saw my index finger lazily strumming my clit. "I thought so." Darren gave me a sexy smirk. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

"There's more?" I asked.

Darren planted a kiss on the small of Luc's back. "Stay right there," he instructed, oblivious to the boy's moans and quaking. Taking his weight off the bed, he swiftly moved in my direction, capturing me in a kiss, two fingers placed upon my wetness.

I gasped at the sudden electricity. "What are you doing?"

"Luc needs lubrication. You don't expect me to fuck him dry, do you?" His fingers slipped inside, pumping, stroking my G-spot. I held onto the chair's arms, feling the plushness of the velvet against my back as the hard flesh pressed against my breasts.

And then he withdrew. Damn him.

"You asshole, I was right on the edge," I said, teeth grazing my lip, my eyes snarling when my mouth could not.

Darren was amused. "It's not about you, for once. If you're a good girl and keep quiet, I might let you join us later."

"What's the alternative?"

"You'll have to take care of your own needs." I stuck out my tongue. Darren resumed his focus on Luc, carefully spreading my juices to prepare him.

"You really think that's enough to get him ready?" I asked.

"You have a better idea? And could you throw me one of those condoms over there?"

I reached over and threw Darren a blue foil packet. "I do, if you let me join you."

"I knew there would be a catch."

"Did you expect there not to be?"

He grinned, kneading the muscles on Luc's buttocks and upper thighs. I stood up, peeling off the remainder of my clothing in the few short steps to the bed. Climbing on, I slid my arm around Darren's neck, catching a glimpse of his eyes widened in surprise before I pulled his lips onto mine, the heat still rising in my already flushed body.

"I could give you more lubrication," I offered, positioning myself on top of Luc.

"I could eat you out all day," Darren said, punctuating his words with feathery kisses. "But we do have a guest here I must attend to, and it isn't polite for me to ignore him."

"Can't you find a way to do both of us at once?" I mock-pouted.

"I told you," Darren said, "it's not about you."

"Not even if I do this?" I moved so that my buttocks were lined up with Luc's. He shuddered in response with my warm flesh lying atop his.

"Clever girl," Darren smiled, wriggling between our spread legs, adjusting his body for maximum access.

No matter how many times he's done it to me, no matter how many times he'll do it to me in the future, the first magic caress of Darren's tongue will always be the one to take me closest to the edge without going over. The one flick could transform slight wanting into full-fleged arousal. My juices flowed downward onto Luc's crack, Darren's tongue following the path. Beneath me, I felt Luc twitching with yearning, preparing himself for true need--and true gratification.

Darren's index finger tickled Luc's opening, spreading my wetness around to lubricate. "Baise-moi, s'il te plait, baise-moi." I had to hold onto Luc tightly, as his entire body was vibrating.

"Now what's he saying?" I asked.

"I have no clue," Darren said, "But I think he wants me to fuck him. Which means you'll have to get off."

"Literally or figuratively?"

"Both, if you behave yourself." He kissed me quickly, opening up the foil packet. I slid off Luc, swinging my right leg over Darren's ducked head. With the momentary distraction, I was able to grab a second blue foil packet.

Darren posititioned Luc on all fours, gently guiding the head inside to the first muscle ring. "Oui, oui," Luc cried, encouraging Darren to enter another inch. Darren shushed him by softly kissing his shoulder blades, pressing lips to slightly tanned skin.

Quietly, I crawled up to Luc, looking at me questioningly until I involved him in a kiss of my own. Sweetly probing, his kiss was slower, more gradual than Darren's, but no less sensuous. He let out a sharp wail into my mouth when Darren penetrated him the rest of the way.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Darren inquired, the look on his face knowing damn well what I was doing.

"Didn't your mother teach you to share your things?" I purred, rolling the condom over Luc's ready cock.

"My mother taught me not to touch anyone's belongings without asking permission first." Darren plunged in balls-deep, having Luc let out a fresh round of moans and cries. I quieted him by leaning my lips against his. I slithered under Luc's muscled form, guiding him inside me. I kept eye contact with Darren, smirking, daring him to challenge my latest move.

"You said it wasn't about me."

"But you still managed to get involved somehow." I had to admit I had no comeback for that.

"C'est si bon," Luc sighed, the heat of our bodies pressed against his, our hands and mouths discovering every errogenous area on his fevered skin. Through our darling prize, Darren and I were in competition to see who could make Luc moan louder, quiver more violently, come first. And as our three bodies finally found a matching rhythm, did I dare think this would be one game we would all win.

Between Darren's thrusts, Luc's thrusts, my pushing back, something had to yield, someone had to surrender; to simultaneously give and receive was becoming impossible.

Luc was the first to succumb to climax. "Je vais jouir!" he nearly screamed; from his intense quaking atop me, I knew that meant he was coming. The feelings too strong to concentrate on kissing anymore, Luc licked a salty trail onto my neck, shuddering into the hollow when the rush took over.

Darren was holding on, his hands massaging Luc's shoulders, fingers delving into the blades, desperately keeping time with the boy's shaking. With a final thrust, Darren let out a sharp, tuneful cry that I knew and loved.

"Come baybay!" Darren shouted; I didn't know whether it was directed at me, Luc, or both. I was letting go, gripping Luc's cock, sinking into the pillows.

"Are we all coming?" I asked to noone in particular. It certainly seemed that way. Hands were groping slick skin with such urgency, three connected as one, as we would as one reach our peak, only to fall into that delicious abyss...

And just as soon, our single unit once more became three, shifting beside each other, connected on the basis of soft caresses and sweet, brief kisses. Darren's arm drifted behind Luc's back, holding him close, tucking away a lock of blond hair.

Not wanting to ruin their raw intimacy, I crept behind Darren, wrapping my arms around him, kissing and leaning my head against his shoulder. In response, Darren moved his right arm to fondle mine, his hand sifting through my hair.

That's when I realized how much in love with Darren I really was--and how much he was in love with me. He could have hid his feelings for Luc, or chosen to deny them, or sneak behind my back after I fell asleep. Instead, Darren shared another side of himself, giving me a front row seat to his yearnings, hoping they would become mine as well.

Sneaky bastard.

Luc glanced at his watch and frowned. He kissed Darren's chin, tapping his watch, as if to indicate he was late for something. Maybe just to get home.

"You really have to go?" Darren asked softly. Luc answered with a quick kiss on the lips, scanning the room for his clothes.

"I think he has to go," I said, snuggling in closer to Darren, watching Luc get dressed.

Darren turned to face me, holding me, covering my mouth with his for a kiss that lasted much longer than I thought it would. "Smart girl. But that's why I love you so much."

Before I could stick out my tongue at him, a completely clothed Luc walked over to us--well, Darren really. "Je dois y aller," he said, tentatively first stroking Darren's arm, then mine. Darren sat up and kissed Luc deeply, Luc only breaking it off reluctantly. "Adieu," he nodded. A kiss goodbye, to seal the memories of boundaries forever broken.