France Trip and the Girl Next Door: A Young Mans Awakening Part 1 When I was 16, my high school organized an optional group trip to France for a month. The idea was that we were supposed to go learn French and become immersed in the culture, but as I found out from students who had gone on the trip previously, in reality it was just a chance to get drunk and party with your friends, and try to hook up with French girls. While I was interested in getting drunk with my buddies, none of the girls in my class held any particular appeal for me. Not that they weren't attractive, but I was a fairly private person, and girls tend not to fall over themselves for that type of guy. As a result, I spent a lot of my time looking at porn, and found myself stuck. I was unable to pursue real girls because they didn't hold the same appeal as those on the internet, and I dealt with that issue by watching more porn. My sexual fantasies strayed further from "normal" porn, and led into more fetish porn, including matures, BDSM, and spanking. I was unsure if I was truly into these activities, but I certainly enjoyed jerking off to videos of them. Before we left on the trip, we were assigned to host families. Mine was a single mother named Danielle and her two daughters, Michelle and Alice. Michelle was 3 years older than me, and a sophomore in college. Alice was a year younger than me. They sent me a couple of letters saying hi and introducing themselves, but I didn't pay much attention. I was too excited to get partying. I figured I'd spend as little time as possible at home. I couldn't have been more wrong. The flight was uneventful, and upon arrival at Charles De Gaul airport in Paris, we disembarked and collected our luggage. Near the baggage pickup was a large group of people, most with signs. These were our host families. I quickly picked found the one with my name on it. I waved my buddies goodbye, telling them I'd catch up with them later, and headed over. …but everything was about to change
