When I was younger, my family used to host foreign students who came here to learn English. Our house was huge, with a whole lot of bedrooms completed with bathrooms and everything, almost like a guest house. Having foreign students over had a lot of perks, I got to hear about their cultures and traditions, learn a few words in their language and even try their food. But as I got older, my fantasies start to roll in.
By the time I was 19, I was fantasising about getting in bed with one of the foreign exchange students and have a summer fling. And that’s precisely what happened when Jean came over…
Jean was a 25-year old French guy who was staying with us for a month. The first time I saw him, I was mesmerised. His 6ft frame towered my petite self, and he had muscular, tanned arms, green eyes and a head full of curls that kept flopping into his eyes.
“*Bonjour! Please to meet you, Sarah*”.