Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 17:
My Normandy
As Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara catered to the Paris Saint-Germain men's team, the manager, Unai Emery, addressed the media, as well as their ace, Edinson Cavani. "Unai, what can you tell us regarding injuries?" asked a reporter from the Associated Press.
"We will see how training goes on Monday afternoon, but everyone is feeling good," he said.
"What about Pastore?"
"He is a lot better and trained with the squad this weekend, and he will train with us today. He needs to get his match fitness up to ^play a full 90 minutes. He is a quality player and can bring a lot to the team. We will decide today if he will be in the squad for Tuesday's match."
"What can you tell us in regards to comparing Paris and Barcelona?" asked another reporter, this time with AFP.
"I think the two sides know each other very well now," said the gaffer. "We have observed them a lot and analysed their play. I'm sure they have watched us too. It's always a great privilege to contest a match like this. These are two great sides, two great teams with lots of individual talent. The key will be to win the challenges, the duels, both as a team, and as individuals. Tactics will be important, of course, but it is the players that will make the difference on the pitch. Out on the pitch, both sides will look to dominate in all departments."
"What are the strengths to this PSG side going forward?" asked a reporter from Le Figaro.
"We have watched several Barcelona matches," said Unai. "There are solutions to beat them, but we will play with our characteristics, our strengths. We have the quality to beat Barcelona. I am confident in my players' ability, I can see they are motivated. They all want to produce a big match. It will be a tough game for both sides."
"Will this be a good experience for the entire team regardless of the outcome of this tie?" asked another reporter from Le Monde.
"Every minute in the Champions League is a good experience," replied Unai. "We learn from victories, just like we learn from defeats. You have to approach each and every match as the opportunity to progress. That's what we owe the supporters. We have to keep improving, progressing the club to get the most out of these moments."
The whole world, the world over, expected a hammering from the one, the only Football Club Barcelona against the supposedly meek small pommes frites of Le Paris Saint-Germain Football Club at the allegedly mythical Parc des Princes. Experts! Pundits! The reliable [sic] predictions from Five Thirty Eight! They all called for a resounding Barcelona victory. It was destiny, right? Right? Right!?
There was no denying the fact that by the time the 90 minutes and four additional were up...they had unknowingly done cruel reverse psychology on Lionel Messi, Neymar Junior, Luis Suarez, Andres Iniesta, Samuel Umtiti, Gerard Pique, Jordi Alba...and the rest of the Blaugrana. Smashed! Beaten! Lynched! Burned at the stake in a way the Duke of Burgundy would be proud of! On t'encule, mon freres!
Barcelona were sodomized in grand fashion, in grand fashion, in exquisite taste by the Rouge et Bleu, thanks to the power of Georgette and Sadako encouraging the stout men to treat them as if they were the bete noire of record, Monaco, who, in a delicious irony, were face Manchester City in their Round of 16. 4-0! 4-0! 4-nil, baby! The headlines makes the sport, and that was a headline worth plastering the world over! Tout le monde! PSG's performance stole the hearts of the world and showed them the power of Parisian love. Love is alive, and PSG were on FIRE! Angel Di Maria had a brace, while Julian Draxler and Edinson Cavani also registered on the scoresheet. Alex Hunter and Danny Williams were on hand to set up the sequence leading to Cavani's goal.
Barcelona now needed to win by at least five to advance, and while they did hang six on their opposition the match, prior, prior, prior...in comes the news flash, courtesy of Le Figaro: PSG are not Alaves. Nay, nay, nay nay nay! Alaves would be crushed by Troyes, the way they performed. ESTAC Troyes, the same ESTAC Troyes that was given penetration without Vaseline by the then-Zlatan Ibrahimovic led Paris Saint-Germain last year.
But there was one glaring issue that Georgette Lemare, the maiden from Barenton, was slightly annoyed with but an issue that had made her dangerously horny through bated breath, one that would come to a creamy, frothing head back at their apartment room in nearby Boulogne-Billancourt. Jose's pupils had taken on the telling shape of extremely cute...hearts. And they weren't changing. And she was blushing for the longest time and she was so frustrated that she couldn't go on a romantic night out with her precious bae of burning love, Sadako Shimohara. Her team had won. THEIR team had one. She needed to be melted. Badly.
As the two girls got back to their bed, Georgette fell onto the mattress and allowed Sadako to quickly undress her. Sadako ripped her clothes off until she was just down to her panties. Their back arched, their animal ears and tails popped out as Sadako buried her face in Jose's swelling, sweating clit, the purring noises from Sadako and twitching bunny ears intertwining with Jose' moaning and meows.
"Ahhhh, Sada, not too hard or I'm going to explode all over you, baby!" cried Jose, her legs spread wide as she petted Sadako's head, her fingers digging the smooth contours of her back before she took her bra off and stroked her breasts and instantaneously erect nipples, her fluids of love being lapped up by her one and only lover. "Hyaaaah, haaaaah, ohhhh, hyaaaaah, nyaaaaaaaaan!" And she unloaded on Sadako the only way she could, with a massive rush from her warmth that was as hot as PSG's form minutes ago against Barcelona.
As she tried to catch her breath by clinging on to the sheets, Sadako lifted her head, Jose's sugar sweet fluids all over her aroused complexion to go with a distinct saliva trail broken by the licking of her strewberry=scented lips. Georgette's heart skipped a beat as she noticed that Sadako's pupils had been shaped into hearts as well and she was breathing like a lovestruck mare. She put her hands on cheeks, mesmerized through her lights smile, and the tears falling down her cheeks. "Do you...like it?" she whispered.
"Like it?" Sadako whispered back as she came in closer, her arms and legs around her precious catgirl wife. "I love it. I want it. I'll never live with it, because I love you. And you are the most delicious lover in the world when we win the way we do. I can never lose if you are with me and you love me like you do."
"What are you waiting for then?" Georgette asked this in a lustful voice as Sadako undid her twintails. "Let's melt together because I need to make love to you right now! Sada! I love you!"
"I love you too, Jose! Let's be one! Because this is Paris, and Paris is magical and we are on fire!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" With a cry, Jose locked lips with Sadako and the two girls shared a long, rich and deep French kiss. Jose's drenched panties were pulled aside and the two girls had nothing on again, their fluids illuminating their body in the moonlight with a rich, velvelty white sheen. Sadako's tongue worked its way around Jose's neck, ears and shoulders before they held hands and danced a rumba flamenco through closed eyes, wet with tears of ecstatic joy and lust that ran all over the two of them. The cat tracker was silenty filming the scene for the people on their other side, who were clearly masturbating in utter jealously.
When it came to lesbian sex and security, Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara were second to none in enjoying a guilty pleasure the right way on a super lover highway. They griding on each other as they both screamed out each other's name, the euphoric desire and cravings about to melt them indelibly.
Georgette was feeling Sadako's touch and was about to reach her peak. "Sada, Sada, I'm going to cum all over you, aaaahhh, hyaaaah, haaaah, that's it, I'm going to...ohhh!"
"Haaaaah, ooohhh, ohhhh, haaaah, Jose, Jose, Jose, Jose, this is...I'm gonna...Jose, ahhhh, hyaaaah!" cried Sadako as her face was a full-on rose.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~~~~~!" they both cried as they emptied each other out, Jose on top of Sadako as the waves finally died down, the angelic heaves and shivering signifying that their appetite for each other's body had bheen fulfilled and they could finally sleep, locked in a romantic embrace.
"Sada, Happy Valentine's Day. baby," cooed Georgette. "Eheheheh!"
"Happy Valentine's Day, Jose," Sadako said, running her fingers from Georgette's chocolate-scented locks, brushing away a tear and triggering a sustained purr from her lover. A kiss on her forehead precluded a long sleep for the two of them. They wouldn't need to report at the Camp des Loges until 10 a.m. the next day. Some unfinished business against Toulouse was in order, and the important thing was to be focused with their eyes on the prize.
Meanwhile, the Karibuchi sisters were busy enjoying a convoy of desserts. They knew that Jose and Sadako were going to take care of the Rouge et Bleu. If only Lionel Messi had found out the truth before it was too late: "Together, we are invincible. History is written at the Parc." "Player like warriors, your soldiers are right behind you!"
In the end, the real reason why Paris Saint-Germain won on Valentine's Day 2017 over FC Barcelona...was because the Brave Witches were on their side, with Georgette and Sadako giving their angelic blessing. #JeSuisBarca.
"Mmmmmm..." Jose woke up with a purr and noticed Sadako sleeping next to her, blushing with a telling saliva trail on her breasts. She gave her endowments a massage. "They've gotten bigger...they're even bigger than Sada's now...Hey Sada, did you like it?"
Sadako opened an eye. "Huh? What?" Jose gave her boobs a shake, wiggling her eyebrows through a slight giggle. "Richer than any cream I've tasted. Even the ones on the Channel Islands."
"Ohhhhhh?" Georgette flicked Sadako's forehead, triggering an annoyed meow from her partner. "You know that's where a lot of the milk we have at Petersburg comes from. Only it's via Baltland, but that's beside the point. That's why I call you a baby at times. It doesn't come without context."
"Context?" Sadako traced lines up and down Jose's soft and smooth belly. "What do you mean context? I don't get it?"
"You like to suck on my breasts so much, it's like you have a fetish for it, you know? I mean...um..."
"Jose, how am I gonna lay my life on the line for you if I can't get my nourishment and strength from you? I can never perish if you are with me to give me your love. Because I need it every. Fucking. Day."
"Oh, stop saying such lewd words, Sada, we just melted hours ago. You're gonna spoil the win for the two of us."
"Uh, uh, uh, that's Toulouse's job. But we won't let them because we got their back, am I right, my dear Jose?" Sadako whispered.
"But what if they lose?"
"Then I will volunteer to allow you to melt all over me and drink my endowments dry because I will be the fall guy, my oh my!"
"It would be a bit embarrassing, though, Sada..." said Jose in a low tone, looking left and right for any creepy peepers in the shade. "I don't want anyone else to see me sucking your breasts, as big and beautiful as they are, you know?"
"What is done in the bed, stays in the bed. That's the power of sweet talk, Georgette," Sadako said with a purr.
A ring of the bell. "Can you get that? And put your underwear on first!"
"I have shorts and a shirt," she replied, pointing to the PSG shirt and shorts she was wearing.
"But are you wearing your underwear?" A wink as she pulled down her shorts and lifted her shirt while doing a pose. That was a no. "Oh mercy!" cried Jose as she quickly jumped out of the bed, put her underwear on and put on a blue teddy robe for modesty while tying her hair back. "Really, Sada, you make me fear for the inevitable...oh be still, mon coeur...!"
"Don't worry about it, it's just...these people!" Sadako opened the door to reveal Hikari and Takami.
"Surprise!" said the sisters.
"Happy late Valentine's Day, Jose and Sada!" Hikari added. "We brought some chocolate and sweets!" Takami was carrying heavy bags of exquisite chocolate.
"Hi guys, Happy Valentine's Day," said Georgette. "Get in. We don't have to work until later today anyeay." The two got inside and arranged the sweets. "Where did you get all this chocolate?"
"We actually went to the 6th arrondissement," said Takami, "and another Saint-Germain in Saint-Germain-des-Pres. We went to Debauve et Gallais, Pierre Marcolini, Jean-Charles Rochoux, A la Mere de Famille, Henri Leroux, Patrick Roger, Pierre Herme, Maison Georges Larnicol, Un Dimanche a Paris and Chapon Chocolatier. "
"Onee-chan and I bought one of every item from every store," Hikari added. "So we decided to give you a sample of the best chocolate in Paris! We hope you like it! It's for you because we love you!"
"Thank you so much but this is a lot..." Sadako said.
"I'm gonna make sure you don't eat it all, Sada, because I want to share this with you, okay baby?" Jose said, her teddy going a bit off-shoulder suggestively, triggering a naughty laugh from Hikari that was calmed down with a slight headbump from Takami.
"Yes, dear."
"Good. Well, if that's all from you guys, we'll see you in a bit. So that's why you weren't at the game," Georgette said. "Makes a whole lot of sense, then."
"It was Valentine's Day, and since you two had to work, we wanted to reward you for helping PSG get the job done," Takami said. "Have fun at work today."
"Got it," said Jose and Sadako.
"See you later," Jose after their four of them exchanged hugs and kisses.
"Let us know if anything is going down, okay guys?" Hikari said. "We got your back, don't forget that. Bye bye!"
"There they go, the Karibuchi sisters," Sadako told Jose as the two sisters left to do some random photography sessions of French city life in mid-February.
"I want to sing a song," said Jose as she nibbled on a mousse in a cone. "This was a song I learned from my mother when I was younger. It's a song about where I come from. Want to listen?"
"Sure." Georgette cleared her through then sang.
"Quand tout renaît à l'espérance,
Et que l'hiver fuit loin de nous,
Sous le beau ciel de notre France,
Quand le soleil revient plus doux,
Quand la nature est reverdie,
Quand l'hirondelle est de retour,
J'aime à revoir ma Normandie,
C'est le pays qui m'a donné le jour.
J'ai vu les champs de l'Helvétie,
Et ses chalets et ses glaciers,
J'ai vu le ciel de l'Italie,
Et Venise et ses gondeliers.
En saluant chaque patrie,
Je me disais : « Aucun séjour
N'est plus beau que ma Normandie,
C'est le pays qui m'a donné le jour.»
Il est un âge dans la vie,
Où chaque rêve doit finir,
Un âge où l'âme recueillie
A besoin de se souvenir.
Lorsque ma muse refroidie
Vers le passé fera retour,
J'irai revoir ma Normandie,
C'est le pays qui m'a donné le jour."
"That was a beautiful song," said Sadako, applauding. She noticed Sadako was crying. "Is something wrong?"
A few sniffles. "Sadako, if the team is ever off from training, I want to be able to visit Barenton and see if the place has changed from the last time I was there."
"I know, you want to see your hometown. I want to visit with you."
Jose held the hands of Sadako, joy leaping in her homesick heart. "Really?"
"We're all in this together. I think Mr. Benoit can arrange something. Come, let's get dressed."
Georgette looked up to the heavens, her fingers crossed. "Lord, I don't care what you do, please, please, I beg you please let me see my home again!" she cried, the morning light shining on her. This was the training schedule for the teams for the week.
Men's Team
Monday, February 13th 2017
11:00 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes - Centre d'Entraînement Ooredoo
00:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery and Edinson Cavani (live on PSG TV) - Parc des Princes
Tuesday, February 14th 2017 - Parc des Princes
08:45 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - FC Barcelona
UEFA Champions League - Rounf of 16 - First leg
Wednesday, February 15th 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, February 16th 2017
No training session
Friday, February 17th 2017
Training session closed to media
Saturday, February 18th 2017
Training session closed to media
01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV) - Centre d'Entraînement Ooredoo
Sunday, February 19th 2017 - Parc des Princes
09:00 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - Toulouse FC
Ligue 1 - Week 26
Women's Team
Monday, February 13th 2017
Training session closed to media
Tuesday, February 14th 2017
Training session closed to media
Wednesday, February 15th 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, February 16th 2017
Training session closed to media
Friday, February 17th 2017
No training session
Saturday, February 18th 2017
Training session closed to media
Sunday, February 19th 2017 - Stade de la Vallée du Cher
03:00 PM: Tours FC - Paris Saint-Germain
Coupe de France Féminine - Round of 16
The shuttle took the two girls to the Camp des Loges, where they stepped in and started preparing the room for the players, who were hoping to limber up for their next match: a home tie with Toulouse FC. But as they were preparing the quarters, Mr. Benoit Rousseau came in to talk with them. "Georgette, Sadako, a word with you."
"Mr. Benoit?" asked Jose.
"Benoit is fine. Come into my office, both of you."
"Is something wrong?" asked Sadako.
"Oh no, you're not in trouble or in anything of that sort," said Benoit as they entered his office. "Have a seat, have a seat."
"So what is this all about?" Georgette asked.
"The men's first team has Thursday off, and I have given you a massive opportunity on that day."
"What is it?"
"Have you ever wanted to go back to Barenton-Cel to pay a visit?"
Jose gasped. "Oh my, oh my goodness, really? You're allowing me to come home for once? How did you know, Benoit? How did you know?"
"Alex and Danny told me that you were homesick and they requested that you are given the day to visit the city and check out the scenery so that you won't feel like you are not motivated to commit your time and effort to us."
"Thank you so much, Benoit, I appreciate this, I appreciate this so much, really I do." said a crying and sobbing Jose who was hugged by Sadako, who was also shedding a tear as well. "I appreciate this. Finally, finally...I get to return home. At long last...I get...to return...to My Normandy!" From a distance, Alex and Danny looked on, all smiles as they exchanged some fist bumps before returning to the practice pitch to limber up for the next assignment in February.
END CHAPTER 17