AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello Everyone! Here is our second chapter in this little tale. I must forewarn you this chapter includes a GRAPHIC DEPICTION of heterosexual relations. Please don't stone me...I promise there is much more to come and this is actually the lowest of the lows for this pathetic Piper. I hope that you will give it a chance, but if you feel you can't I have included a line break in the story so that readers that do not wish to read the graphic portion may skip the last half of this chapter and should be able to pick up the rest of the story in the next chapter without any major setbacks. I must say I feel that this particular scene is necessary in Piper's evolution which is why I have written it as such. I truly hope you all decide to stick with it and I am also open to comments of all kinds. I only ask that you keep in mind this is just a story and while I feel criticizing a character's choices is a natural response to an emotional story, attacking the author is not. So, if you feel the need to vilify a character or their choices please be my guest...I will not take that personally.

Chapter 2:

The small meal had been delightful and the conversation wasn't a complete bore. Piper was actually shocked at the great time she was having. She and Larry had listened to the conversations of locals while trying to decipher the language before eventually giving up and developing their own silly translations instead. At one point, a woman carrying on a colorful conversation with what a appeared to be a friend, spotted their overly dramatic re-enactment and rolled her eyes and said, "Oh les américains." This only seemed to ignite their laughter further.

When both of them were able to finally compose themselves, Larry eyed the blonde suspiciously, "So, Piper, what brings you here?"

For a moment, Piper looked like a deer in headlights as she determined how to best answer the question, finally she giggled a bit and said, "Umm...you mean here?," she then pointed to the tabletop, "or you mean France?"

He smiled, "Either…or…both?"

She smiled politely, "Well, I've actually been living here in Paris for 6 months…"

He raised his eyebrows as he interrupted, "Oh wow, I don't know for some reason I just assumed you were traveling like me."

She smiled and swallowed, "Well, it's only temporary, really. So I suppose you could call it traveling."

He nodded trying to decipher the cryptic way in which the blonde was describing her current arrangement, "So, that sounds like an interesting story…"

Piper took a sip of her Pousse Café and shook her head, "No, not really. A friend of mine is an importer of…art...antiques and the like. I just came with."

Larry looked impressed, "Really? That must be an interesting job."

Her eyebrows lifted considerably as she pondered the thought. She was about to tell him he had no idea how interesting when a girl approached the table. Piper looked stricken, but it was too late to leave the café because the girl had already called her name, "Piper, hey! Is Alex with you?"

It was one of Alex's mules. Piper did not relish the idea of involving Larry in any part of Alex's business so she tried to keep the encounter to a minimum. "No, sorry," she replied keeping her eyes downcast.

The girl didn't seem to get the hint, "Well, shit! I've been calling your apartment for the last hour. Look, I've got an investor. Do you think you could take a message?"

Piper gave a tight smile and said, "Sure." It was the only way she knew to get rid of the nuisance.

The girl quickly rattled off a number she could be reached at and left awkwardly. Larry's eyebrows knitted as he was starting to pick up on a bit of tension, "Umm…if you don't mind my asking, who's Alex? Is he like your boyfriend?"

Piper sighed, "No, Alex is my friend, was my friend, whatever…the importer."

Larry looked even more confused, "Oookay…"

Piper started to gather her belongings from the table, "Look, we had a huge fight this morning and long story short I'm heading back to the U.S…alone. So, not to be rude, but I really don't want to talk about it. This is my last day here so I just want to enjoy it."

Larry put his hands up in surrender, "Hey, it's cool. I understand."

By this point, Piper had paid her tab and was getting ready to leave, "Are you coming or no?"

Larry threw some bills on the table and jumped up quickly to follow Piper down the sidewalk, "Sure. Where are we going?"

Piper shrugged, "I don't know."

Larry said, "Hey why don't we head over to Le Marais. I heard it was like gay town. Talk about entertainment."

Piper stopped and looked at him as if he had grown another head, "Does that seem funny to you, that just because someone is homosexual they must be a debacle or an exhibit for you?"

Larry looked suitably chastised, "What?! No, of course not! I just thought you wanted to do something fun."

Piper could feel her stress levels taking their toll and she wasn't sure if she would be decent company for anyone, "Look, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It has just been an awful morning and I've not even really tried to sit and consider the implications of everything that has happened in the last 4 hours. You seem really nice, but I think I would probably be better off to find a pub stool and attempt to drink my worries away."

It wasn't that she was truly upset with Larry…she was mostly upset with herself. When faced with the mule, which was just another reminder of Alex, she realized what a tit she was being. Even if she and Alex couldn't be together the least she could have done was accompany her to her mother's funeral. She knew she was being a petulant bitch, but she also knew the only way she could survive losing Alex was to gain her autonomy and that meant getting away from the other woman as soon as possible, no matter the cost.

Larry gently pulled her arm, "Well, I'm not letting you get drunk alone. Come on. My hotel is only a few blocks from here. The bar is a bit stuffy, but the seating is private."

She considered her options and knew that she could either take him up on his offer or she could make her way to airport in hopes to get drunk in the United Airlines lounge before catching a flight out. Regardless of how selfish she knew she was being, the only thing that seemed to matter at that particular moment was that she had quite possibly lost the most important person in her life, leaving her single and alone in the unofficial city of love. With that particular thought she gave Larry her hand and replied, "Lead the way, good sir!"

Many drinks later, Piper was feeling the effects of an advanced state of inebriation. She supposed Larry felt the same, but she couldn't be bothered with him right now…she was just so sleepy. She reached out clumsily and attempted to lie down on the small Victorian sofa that they had been sitting on. She didn't get far before Larry lifted her head, "Are you tired?"

She nodded.

He laughed boyishly, "Do you want to use my bed for a nap?"

She grinned and nodded again.

He stood and offered his hand which she gladly accepted. On the elevator they were joined by a rather large woman just departing the restroom. She had apparently encountered a bit of trouble rearranging her dress and had inadvertently gotten the hem stuck in the waistband of her panties. Piper laughed loudly when she entered and turned her back to them. Larry did his best not to crack up himself as he placed his hand over Piper's mouth, effectively drowning out the guffaw. They were still laughing when they reached the door to his room.

He ushered Piper in and she doubled over in an uninhibited laughter. While trying to remove her shoes to lie down, she stumbled and would have fallen over had Larry not caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. She laughed again, the alcohol obviously driving her into fits of giggles. However, her laughter died in her throat as her eyes caught Larry's intense stare. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to kiss him. Perhaps, it was because he had been a kind stranger or perhaps she was just lonely. Whatever it was, she didn't stop herself when she leaned in to take his mouth with hers.

The kiss could have ended with that first touch, but it didn't. Instead, Piper deepened the kiss and moaned into his mouth. She instantly felt him harden through his pants and she broke the kiss to begin removing his clothes. For once in what felt like forever, she wasn't worrying over Alex or the business or her family or friends. Just this once she was living in the moment. Once they had both been relieved of their clothes, Larry laid her on the bed and climbed over her to run his mouth both down her body. She froze momentarily…he was going to go down on her. She didn't want that. It was too intimate and it felt too much like Alex. God, this was the last place she wanted to be reminded of Alex. She quickly grabbed his head and pulled him back up to her lips. She kissed him hard and reached between them to grab his stiff member. She gripped the shaft firmly and began easing it towards her sex.

He stopped her with a whisper, "Wait…I don't have any protection."

She squeezed him tighter which elicited a grunt from him then she replied, "It's ok."

He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her, "Are you sure?"

She nodded somewhat hesitantly and tried to relax by closing her eyes. She opened her eyes as he reached into her copious wetness with his fingers and used it to coat himself generously. It was all happening so fast and before she could change her mind she felt his girth stretch her open and fill her inside.

She let out a deep guttural moan and he followed, "Oh my God! You're so fucking tight. Are you Okay?"

She reached up to kiss him to keep him quiet. She then rolled her hips urging him on and another moan of pleasure and pain escaped her lips. She knew she would feel this in morning. It wasn't that he was overly large, but she couldn't remember the last time she had fucked a guy. Even the use of toys with Alex had been limited.

He didn't last much longer and she felt him instantly deflate inside of her as he exited and lay down close to her on the bed. He gently rubbed her face with his thumb and was about to speak, but she put her index finger to his lips and shushed him. Once he was silent, she used her other hand to reach down and stroke him back to attention. She hadn't gotten near the pleasure he had so she was determined to try again. It only took a little bit of coaxing to have him ready for round 2.

This time she climbed on top of him and felt him slip inside much easier than before. This was one of her favorite positions with a guy because she knew she had complete control and could almost guarantee herself an orgasm. She just hoped he held out. The tip of his cock reached her g-spot perfectly and she began a rocking motion as to create the perfect massage against the walls of her pussy. She rode him so hard it took him less than 10 minutes to cum again, yet this time she was right behind him. As she felt his warmth fill her, she continued to force her hips against his until she managed to orgasm around him.

She immediately climbed off him and hoped he would go to sleep. Thankfully, her wish was granted and she was left alone with her thoughts. She felt like she was a completely different person compared to who she had been that morning. If Alex didn't already hate her, she certainly would after this. She reasoned with herself that it didn't matter anyway because she would probably never see Alex again. That thought made her curl into a ball of despair. It was then that she allowed the first tears to fall since she had left their little apartment earlier that day. She cried for herself, for Alex, and Alex's mom and she wondered if things would ever feel normal again.