By this time, nearly an hour of walking had put us a few miles from the station but a few more away from the school as we had ambled and took whichever lane looked most interesting... My cock was now stiff as I pictured Simone dressed that way. All this time she was talking evenly and matter-of-fact. I could tell this had been distressing for her but I felt that it was helping for her to talk about it. Was I the first one she had confided in?
I told Simone she didn't have to carry-on giving me all of the details but she said it helped her to rationalise it all in her own mind if she tried to recall all of the details so that, in her words, she "could see where I had led him on".
Back in Paris, Philip had knocked her door and she opened it fully dressed in the outfit he had bought, with a pearl necklace to round it off. She must have looked gorgeous. She said that Philip had applauded and then held her tightly and kissed her on the lips. He said that 'that was for being so beautiful'. She felt warm, mature and sophisticated.
She described Philip to me, tall late 30s with jet black hair. Handsome, muscular and a good dresser. It sounded as though she had a little crush on him and when I quizzed her about it she half admitted it. She carried on her story by saying they walked down the road to the neighbouring restaurant. A quiet little place, very French with waiters in black uniforms and white aprons. Small intimate tables and soft lighting - very discreet.
He was attentive and kind, funny and charming. A few glasses of wine were consumed and Simone was feeling 'mellow'. It was then that he put his hand on her thigh. He found what he wanted, namely the button of the clasp on her suspender. He smiled and Simone felt warm and happy.
They finished and walked back to the hotel. In the lift he kissed her neck and said she looked beautiful. She responded by saying she felt great and her clothes were lovely. He laughed and said that she was just saying that. No, no she replied that she meant it. He was goading her as they walked down the corridor - his gamble paid off. As she entered her room he rolled the dice, 'I bet you're not wearing the underwear I bought for you'. That was a challenge to Simone and she quickly took off her dress and stood before him as though she called the bluff on his dare.
She must have been a vision. No bra, the dress wouldn't allow it, but her breasts firm and proud. Sheer silk stocking and suspenders, skimpy panties and black stiletto heels. Philip closed the door and moved up to her. He held her firmly and kissed her deeply. His expert hands roamed her body and his fingers probed between her buttocks. Simone must have 'woken' at this point and tried to fight him off, but there was no hope. He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. Within a matter of seconds, he had his trousers and jacket off and was kneeling behind her on the bed with her on all-fours. He roughly tugged her panties aside and thrust into her. After only a few strokes, he came. Being a gentleman, he withdrew and spurted come all over her ass and thighs.
Simone said that she stayed quite calm as she realised what had happen - the enormity of what had happened. Philip hadn't taken her virginity, years of horse-riding and finding her elder sisters' vibrator had taken care of that, but he had violated her trust. She had gathered her clothes and rushed back to her room.
She told me she didn't cry, or feel particularly dirty, but just realised she had been manipulated.
"That's why" she stated matter-of-fact "I now make sure I'm the one in control".
By now, Simone was talking very quietly and we had stopped within sight of the school gates. She had poured her heart out to me. She looked at me with little emotion. "You're the first person I've ever told" she said. I took her hand and held it tightly. I looked deep into her eyes and said "Not all men are like that. Don't feel you have to live up to that sort of thing to get attention or get a boyfriend. You're a very sweet girl, bright and attractive. If possible, put it behind you and look forward".
All the while I'm saying this I have an erection that you could fly a flag up. She spoke again, "Oh, I'm fine now." Her face brightened. "I know now that I was taken advantage of and I know what to look for to make sure it doesn't happen again. Sure, I flirt but I'm in control of that sort of situation - and I wasn't drinking last night, I know it makes you lose control too easily". She smiled.
We stood in silence for a while until I realised I was still holding her hand - it seemed so natural. She spoke again "Thanks for listening, and not passing judgement". She looked at me with a devilish grin. "Tag!" she shouted and ran off towards the school. I ran after and tagged back - this happened twice more before we reached the door of the house, both panting and laughing. The gloom of the last hour had been lifted and today looked like being a lovely day. And then she kissed me. She took me completely by surprise - she held my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips. She kissed me as boldly and confidently as a woman should. It only lasted a few seconds and she pulled away and ran upstairs. At the top she turned and said "Thanks again" and disappeared.