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Kevin:
Paris: the home of the Eiffel Tour, Arc de Triomphe and croissants, also dubbed “The City Of Love.” Hence, it was no surprise that love would play a major role in my relationship with the new exchange student from France, Cecil. She was a tall, attractive blond with mysterious blue eyes and luscious full lips. She spoke French fluently, but her English was decipherable. As luck would have it, I was appointed as her “peer tutor.” Although Cecil was a naturally intelligent girl, she needed a peer tutor to help with homework, as she transferred in late. But as the weeks went by, I was helping her with more than just her homework.
Carrie:
When Cecil, the French exchange student, first moved onto Stanford University soil, she and I immediately became good friends. However when I noticed how intense she was getting with Kevin, I experienced a twinge of jealousy. I knew I was being a total selfish bitch because I had a boyfriend, but I also had feelings for Kevin. In short, I took Kevin for granted as I thought he would always be there, he would always love me. Cecil threatened to change all of that.
Kevin:
Cecil and I were at my dorm room, sharpening up on her conversational English skills. “You still have a heavy accent when you say thanks,” I coached. “Here, you have to push your tongue against your teeth like this,” I demonstrated. Cecil just concentrated on looking into my eyes with a strange passion.
“Kevin, let me teach you how to say love in French…” she began, out of the blue. “It’s amour.”
I repeated the words. She came right up to my face and said, “Non, non, Kevin, you must round your mouth like dis.” Slowly, yet surely, her mouth came closer to mine. Our mouths formed an airtight seal, as she pushed her tongue hard into my mouth. Getting caught up in the moment, I gently backed her down onto my bed. Her hands were hastily undoing my shirt buttons when the bedroom door flung open.
“Oh man,” Carrie and Gary gasped in unison. Cecil and I looked up in embarrassment. For a while, all four of us just looked at each other with bewildered expressions.
“Train, remind me never to let you help Carrie study,” Gary spoke up, attempting to break the ice. I gently nudged him.
“Sorry Kev, we didn’t mean to come in on you guys like that. We just wanted to make sure you knew about the re-match with Berkley tonight,” I murmured. I felt my face burning up with jealousy, and I was certain Kevin could see it as well. But Gary and Cecil were oblivious to that situation. I quickly grabbed Gary by the hand and closed the door.
“Did you see that intense action that was going on?” Gary questioned excitedly.
“Why are you so excited?” I wondered aloud.
“Well, it gives me some ideas,” Gary added, as he lightly tackled me onto the couch.
“Gary, Kevin and Cecil are still here…” I trailed off as he began to kiss me passionately. I did not argue with him while his hands fidgeted with my shirt buttons. As luck would have it, Kevin and Cecil walked in on us this time. Kevin cleared his throat.
“Well bro, I guess we’re even now,” Kevin chuckled.
“Ok, now that we’ve both been satisfied, let’s get out there and kick Berkley’s asses again!” Gary grunted. The guys both got their football gear as Cecil and I followed them out into the car.
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