Camille took a sip of her café au lait, the rich aroma and warmth of the coffee seeming to center her as she studied Amélie's flushed face with a mix of concern and curiosity. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she fixed Amélie with an intent, searching gaze.
"Alright, spill the beans, ma cherie," Camille urged, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Tell me about this 'man' who had you so...distracted last night. And don't leave out any details." She raised a meaningful eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I want to know everything, especially all the juicy stuff."
"His name was Pierre," Amelie began, a dreamy quality to her voice. She felt a blush creeping up her neck as she recalled the events, a faint pink staining her porcelain cheeks. She leaned in as well, her voice also dropping to a whisper as she began to recount her encounter. "Well, it started like most of my dates - dinner, wine, flirtatious banter..." She waved a hand dismissively, as if to indicate that the beginning was unremarkable.
"But then, once we got back to my place, things took a turn for the...intense." She bit her lip, a faraway look in her eyes as she lost herself in the memory for a moment. "He had such skilled hands, Camille. Such talented fingers." She shuddered slightly, a shaky little laugh escaping her lips.
Camille raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing about her own mouth. "Oh, I bet. I know that look, Amélie. It's the same one you always get when you're talking about a man who knows his way around a woman's body." She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to an awed whisper. "So, I take it he was...good?"
Amélie nodded, a dreamy smile on her face. "Good? Non, he was...exceptional." She took a deep, shuddering breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to admit next. "In fact, he was so good, so incredibly skilled with his tongue and his fingers, that I couldn't bring myself to ask him to put on a condom when he finally revealed his dick."
Camille's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. She glanced around quickly to make sure no one was within earshot before turning back to Amélie, her voice dropping to a scandalized hiss, "You mean to tell me you let him fuck you raw, sans protection? Mon dieu, Amélie! That's so risky and irresponsible!" She shook her head in disbelief, her hazel eyes wide with concern and a hint of envy.
Amélie held up a hand, silencing Camille's scolding. "I know, I know. It was risky and foolish of me," she admitted, a note of sheepishness creeping into her voice. "But Camille, you should have seen his cock. It was...magnifique." She shuddered slightly, a faraway look in her eyes as she recalled the sight of Pierre's manhood. "Big and thick and perfect. I just couldn't bring myself to ask him to cover it up, not when I wanted it inside me so badly."
Camille shook her head, but held up a finger to her lips, shushing Amélie before she could continue down that explicit path. "D'accord, d'accord. Let's not dwell on what that man did to you, hmm?" she suggested, a hint of distaste in her voice. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Amélie with a critical eye. "So tell me this - did he call you since then? Have you heard from him at all?" Camille asked, a note of skepticism in her voice. She knew all too well about Amélie's track record with men. They were always so eager to get into her panties, but once they had their fill, they were just as quick to disappear, leaving Amélie wanting and unsatisfied.
Amélie let out a short, derisive laugh, a bitter edge to the sound. "Call me? Oh please, Camille," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You know as well as I do, they never call back after fucking me. It's like they get what they want from me, and then...poof!" She made a dismissive gesture with her hand, as if brushing away a bothersome insect. "Gone. Vanished. Like I was never there at all."
She sighed, a note of frustration and disappointment coloring her voice. "I swear, sometimes I think I'm just a warm, willing hole for these men to stick their dicks in. A pretty face and a hot cunt to dump their loads in before moving on to the next conquest." She shook her head, a look of disgust on her face. "It's getting old, Camille. I'm getting tired of being just another conquest for these bastards."
Camille gulped, feeling a pang of sympathy and concern for her friend as she listened to Amélie's bitter words. She lowered her gaze, her heart aching for the beautiful, sensual woman before her who seemed destined to repeat the same painful cycle of empty encounters and forgotten lovers. Unable to bear seeing Amélie so despondent, Camille reached out to take her friend's hand in her own, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Amélie, cherie," Camille began softly, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "You mustn't lose hope, ma belle. I know it's hard, and I know you've had your share of...less than satisfactory experiences." "But please..." she continued, her voice soft with empathy. "You shouldn't lose hope. I know it seems that way sometimes, but there is still a good man out there for you. Someone who will appreciate you for more than just your..." She paused, a faint blush rising to her own cheeks as she searched for the right words. "...your assets."
But Amélie snatched her hand away, a sharp gesture of frustration and anger. "Don't, Camille," she snapped, her voice cracking with emotion. "Don't give me that 'you'll find someone worthy' bullshit. We both know it's not going to happen." She clenched her fists on the tabletop, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low, intense hiss as she fixed Camille with a desperate, almost haunted look. "Look at me, Camille. Really look at me." She gestured to her face, her body, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "I'm a fucking knockout. I'm gorgeous, sexy, desirable. FUCKABLE! Men want to fuck me. But that's all they want. They don't want to know me, to understand me, to love me." She shook her head, a harsh, bitter laugh escaping her lips. "They just want to use me. To ruin me. And then toss me aside like yesterday's garbage."
Amélie slumped back in her chair, a look of utter defeat and hopelessness on her face. "So don't tell me to have hope, Camille. I'm done hoping. I'm done waiting for some mythical prince to come and sweep me off my feet." She shook her head, a look of disgust and cynicism etched onto her beautiful features as a single tear sliding down her cheek. "Face it, Camille. I'm not going to find a 'worthy' man. I'm going to keep on being a warm, willing fuck for guys who just want to get their rocks off and move on to the next set of tits and ass." She sighed heavily, a sound of utter weariness and resignation. "It's the way it's always been. It's the way it will always be."
Amélie sniffled, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand as she looked up at Camille with a watery, apologetic smile. "Désolé, Camille," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I didn't mean to lash out at you like that. It's just...it's so frustrating, you know?" She shook her head, more tears spilling down her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure.
Camille's heart went out to her friend as she quickly glanced around the now empty café, relief washing over her as she realized they were alone. She stood up from her chair, the wooden legs scraping against the tiled floor, and made her way over to Amélie's side. Taking her friend's hand in her own, she gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze before pulling the chair out beside Amélie and settling herself down next to her.
Without a word, Camille opened her arms, enveloping Amélie in a warm, soothing embrace. She held her close, one hand rubbing gentle circles on her back as she let Amélie cry into the crook of her neck. "Shh, it's alright, cherie," Camille murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Let it all out. You have every right to feel frustrated and hopeless. I can't even begin to imagine how difficult this must be for you."
She tightened her arms around Amélie, rocking her gently as she continued to stroke her hair and back in a comforting, almost maternal fashion. "But please, Amélie, don't give up," Camille urged, her voice soft and filled with concern. "Don't let these...these bastards...these fuckers..." She faltered, searching for the right words. "Don't let them break you, ma belle. You're too strong, too wonderful to let them destroy you like this."
Amélie didn't say a word, just letting out choked, wracking sobs that shook her entire body as she clung to Camille. Her tears flowed freely now, soaking into the fabric of Camille's sweater as she cried. Her shoulders heaved with each shuddering breath, each anguished cry tearing from her throat like a physical pain.
Camille held her tighter, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Amélie's head, her fingers threading through the silky strands of her hair. She pressed her friend's face against the crook of her neck, allowing Amélie to soak her shirt with tears and mucus as she wept. Camille's own eyes glistened with unshed tears, a single droplet sliding down her cheek as she witnessed her dear friend's heartbreak.
"Shh, cherie," Camille murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Laisse-toi aller, ma cherie. I'm here for you." She made soft, soothing shushing noises, rocking Amélie gently as if she were a child. Her other hand continued to rub slow, comforting circles on Amélie's back, feeling the tension and anguish in her friend's body.
Amélie's tears began to slow, her sobs becoming quieter and less frequent as Camille held and comforted her. She clung to her friend like a lifeline, her fingers gripping the fabric of Camille's shirt as if afraid she would drown without it. Camille could feel the heat of Amélie's tears soaking through the wool of her sweater, the dampness spreading with each passing second.
"I've got you," Camille whispered, her breath hot against Amélie's ear. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise you that." She pressed a soft, comforting kiss to Amélie's temple, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. "You're not alone, Amélie. You will never be alone. I swear it."