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coverguy
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So, when i was in college i took French for several semesters. One semester i was in an advanced course where we spent four hours every Tuesday in a computer lab working one on one with an equivalent aged French student from a friend of our prof's class in southeastern France. We would spend half the time working on French (them helping us) and half the time working on English (us helping them.) Anyways, this went very well, many friendships were made, and most of our class decided to go to France for spring break (actually about 2-3 weeks) and visit them (and the country, of course.)
So we ventured to St. Jean de Maurienne in the French Alps and spent a little over a week staying with our specific keypal (they all were in the same class, so we stayed with our pal but hung in groups most of the time.) So we had a great time getting to know them all, and several of the girls were very, very cute. Especially this one girl, Jean. We spent our week or so there, went off and visited various other parts of the country (Paris, Montpelier) and then made our way back to the States.
So, about a month later the French kids came to visit us. Now i liked to party my ass off in college and would routinely drink a whole hell of a lot and was not a stranger to supplementing the alcohol with other "things." So one night i throw a party at my townhouse for the kids from my French class, the french kids and some of my other friends (all in all about 40 people.) For my personal enjoyment i decided on a Lemon 451 and several double Captain 'n Cokes. Needless to say i was trashed!!!
The night wears on and most of the people leave, with the exception of four or five french kids (Jean included) and a couple of kids from my class. We decided to throw in South Park the movie on DVD since the Frenchies hadn't seen it. (We put it on in French with English subtitles.) They loved it and we were all in a great mood. Such a good mood, that Jean decided that she would like to make out. I was cool with that, since she was crazy hotttt, and did my best to oblige in my fucked up state.
Next thing i remember, i'm having sex with this French girl! My memory of this event goes in and out, as i was truly fucked up. At one point, another French girl interrupted us and asked Jean either if she was enjoying herself or if i was good in bed. (I'm not sure.) Either way she said "Oui!" It was just strange.
So then i wake up the next morning stark ass naked next to this French girl. She wakes up, gives me a morning BJ to take care of my morning wood and we shower (together) and i take her back downtown to the place where she is staying. The frenchies left two or three days later.
Two (or so) months later i get a call at a really weird hour. This girl is crying/hysterical speaking really fast in a mixture of mostly French and a little bad English. At first i'm like, "what the ... who the fuck is ..." but then i realize it's Jean, and i'm trying really hard to understand what she's saying. I tell her to calm down and slow down. She starts telling me how she's pregnant, and that she thinks it's mine. I don't know what to say so after several minutes i tell her i have to go to class and i'll call her back. That afternoon i get a call from my prof (female) asking about the situation. She's asking me if i had sex with Jean (hell yeah, it was good from what i remember), did i use a rubber (of course, although after a very long session we stopped before i came - due to the 'ludes), etc. Very odd situation (and i didn't give her those answers!) Needless to say for a couple of days i was scared shitless!!!
Then i get a call from the prof telling me that i'm not the father and Jean confessed that she was trying to trap her french boyfriend who then dumped her and she just didn't know what to do, so she said it was mine!!! What a weight off of my shoulders.
However, could you imagine if that was a lie from my prof? What if this girl showed up on my door step and left this 4 year old french kid that looked like me? Could you just picture me trying to parent this kid? I'd be like, "Clean your room," and he'd just look at me and say, "Go to hell, you lazy American." Fucked up.
Sorry this story was so long, but i wanted to set the scene. (I blame it on that English minor in college!!!)
So we ventured to St. Jean de Maurienne in the French Alps and spent a little over a week staying with our specific keypal (they all were in the same class, so we stayed with our pal but hung in groups most of the time.) So we had a great time getting to know them all, and several of the girls were very, very cute. Especially this one girl, Jean. We spent our week or so there, went off and visited various other parts of the country (Paris, Montpelier) and then made our way back to the States.
So, about a month later the French kids came to visit us. Now i liked to party my ass off in college and would routinely drink a whole hell of a lot and was not a stranger to supplementing the alcohol with other "things." So one night i throw a party at my townhouse for the kids from my French class, the french kids and some of my other friends (all in all about 40 people.) For my personal enjoyment i decided on a Lemon 451 and several double Captain 'n Cokes. Needless to say i was trashed!!!
The night wears on and most of the people leave, with the exception of four or five french kids (Jean included) and a couple of kids from my class. We decided to throw in South Park the movie on DVD since the Frenchies hadn't seen it. (We put it on in French with English subtitles.) They loved it and we were all in a great mood. Such a good mood, that Jean decided that she would like to make out. I was cool with that, since she was crazy hotttt, and did my best to oblige in my fucked up state.
Next thing i remember, i'm having sex with this French girl! My memory of this event goes in and out, as i was truly fucked up. At one point, another French girl interrupted us and asked Jean either if she was enjoying herself or if i was good in bed. (I'm not sure.) Either way she said "Oui!" It was just strange.
So then i wake up the next morning stark ass naked next to this French girl. She wakes up, gives me a morning BJ to take care of my morning wood and we shower (together) and i take her back downtown to the place where she is staying. The frenchies left two or three days later.
Two (or so) months later i get a call at a really weird hour. This girl is crying/hysterical speaking really fast in a mixture of mostly French and a little bad English. At first i'm like, "what the ... who the fuck is ..." but then i realize it's Jean, and i'm trying really hard to understand what she's saying. I tell her to calm down and slow down. She starts telling me how she's pregnant, and that she thinks it's mine. I don't know what to say so after several minutes i tell her i have to go to class and i'll call her back. That afternoon i get a call from my prof (female) asking about the situation. She's asking me if i had sex with Jean (hell yeah, it was good from what i remember), did i use a rubber (of course, although after a very long session we stopped before i came - due to the 'ludes), etc. Very odd situation (and i didn't give her those answers!) Needless to say for a couple of days i was scared shitless!!!
Then i get a call from the prof telling me that i'm not the father and Jean confessed that she was trying to trap her french boyfriend who then dumped her and she just didn't know what to do, so she said it was mine!!! What a weight off of my shoulders.
However, could you imagine if that was a lie from my prof? What if this girl showed up on my door step and left this 4 year old french kid that looked like me? Could you just picture me trying to parent this kid? I'd be like, "Clean your room," and he'd just look at me and say, "Go to hell, you lazy American." Fucked up.
Sorry this story was so long, but i wanted to set the scene. (I blame it on that English minor in college!!!)
