Sunday, October 19, 2025

The Clubs part 1

Early July we cheered after having read that we got our baccalaureates with honors. We, means, me as Lilly, which is short for Liliane, and my friend Christine called Cricri. We turned eighteen a few weeks later, and had a studious summer of competing for a college scholarship in the States. We are French, and we have always dreamed of l'Amérique since we were sent on summer exchange programs to improve our English. 
 
 Our cellphones chimed in unison, we had mail, we read and danced! We were admitted at Saint Mary's College of Monterey. "We will be California Girls!" We rode back home as if training for the Tour de France. We first stopped at Cricri's, and announced the news. We were congratulated, and her older brother teased, "You're lucky, there's no fessée à la paddle in California."

Next I was home, and my younger sister was standing in the corner hands on her head with her skirt and knickers around her ankles. Her bum and thighs were decorated with reddish martinet stripes. It wasn't an unusual sight, she's an imp and Maman runs a tight ship.
 
 
I picked up the plants water sprinkler, and cooled her bum with a couple of pschitt pschitt. I felt the fiery leather thongs of the martinet across my thighs. Mom had aimed under my miniskirt, and would have added a few more if I hadn't ran. Out of reach, I rubbed and chanted. "Cricri and I got scholarships for Saint Mary of Monterey, we will be California girls!"

A few days later, wearing our best 501, we were on board the American Airlines flight to San Francisco. We had to show our ID to have small bottles of Champagne to celebrate our freedom, and we didn't mind.

We were helped with loading our luggage into the coach sent by Saint Mary, and told that we have two hours till another plane delivers a few more foreign students. We decided to have a real American breakfast, it was easier said than done. There was Mexican, Italian, French, and Vietnamese places, and we didn't want to go to a McDo which would for sure be the same as in France. We eventually went to Bacon & Bacon, and we had fried eggs and bacon.

It was a two hours drive to Monterey, and Saint Mary. We were a dozen foreign students, all girls, as it is a girls only college. We barely spoke, we were all saucer like eyes for discovering the San Francisco Bay. We had of course seen plenty of movies, but this was the real deal.

Our coach dropped us in front of large building with tall columns facing a huge lawn with a fountain, and a cathedral size church. We saw girls zooming around with bicycles, skateboards, and scooters.

We were given a short welcome speech which included a few rules, like no smoking, no drinking, no drugs, and no cars or motorbikes. We were also given a map, and understood that the campus is like a village, a large one.

Cricri and I were allocated a quad, a room to be shared with two more girls, in the Augusta House. We misunderstood the map, and got lost. We asked a girl on rollers wearing short jeans shorts, and knee guards. She pointed to a four stories high building.

We discovered a large hall opening onto a cafeteria, and on the first floor we found our room and roommates. They had arrived earlier, and introduced themselves. "My name is Jolene or Jojo and this here is my sister Tanka Rae."

We introduced ourselves, and they complimented us for our English. We blushed for the compliments, and mentioned that we have been on a couple of exchange programs. Cricri added, "Summer camps, upstate New York."

Tanka told. "We're from Camp Pendleton, our father in an officer in the Marines."

We echoed that with. "We are also military brats, our fathers are officers with the Second DB."

They chimed in unison. "Division Leclerc!"

We were mouths opened. They laughed, and told that they have been in France for a few months. "Our father was invited by the Légion Etrangère."

"Ah!'"

"And we are taking French as our second language."

We offered to help them, and found out that they have also competed for their scholarships.

Jolene and Tanka Rae changed out of their traveling clothes into cutout jeans shorts, and encouraged us to do likewise. We followed their lead, and rolled up our shorts as high as them.

After cheese and bacon burger at our Cafeteria we told them that we have to buy bikes. They offered to tag along. We had to ask a couple of second years where to find a bike shop. We eventually found it at the edge of the campus. 


 A super dishy attendant helped us. He wasn't the only one to have spotted our accent, and another one soon joined him. I felt their eyes feasting on my legs, and Cricri must have also felt them. With wide smiles we promised to come back if having any problems with our bikes.

  As we left the shop, Jojo and Tanka teased us. "You both blushed as a pair of fifteen years old!"

While we explored the campus, they announced. "We are going to take the tryouts for the volleyball team, you want to try with us?"

"Sure!"

 Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)

To be continued...

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2 comments:

  1. "We will be California Girls!" We rode back home as if training for the Tour de France. "

    Wonderful intro, B. Love the characters & how you positioned them (ooh, excuse the pun). Quite a novella, already. Love the San Fran Bay landscape description.....quite an image.

    Tanka Rae ....Tanka to y'all....is soooooo just a delicious, priceless, cutey, princess brat of a name B. Ha-ha!
    Why do I have visions of naughty Tanka Rae with her plumply swelling, chubby, bare Coppertone Girl Botty, duly bared in all its alabaster-whiteness (framed by her stark, golden sun tan lines) , for Le Martinet from maman, over the sofa; her Daisy Duke's n pink n pastel blue, bubblegum panties softly turned down around her knees in defeat !!!? :-)

    "Next I was home, and my younger sister was standing in the corner hands on her head with her skirt and knickers around her ankles. Her bum and thighs were decorated with reddish martinet stripes. It wasn't an unusual sight, she's an imp and Maman runs a tight ship."

    Oh my! What a truly awesome line, thank you, B. Sooooooo love that narrative. Oh my! Never a better word, said, B ! Abd describing a situation that is normal & necessary, B !

    Lovin the Elfin safety on the bikes, pads n helmets, B. Such essential, jolly good, performative, goody two-shoes prescription, B.

    "We're also military brats" - love that, B. Oh my! As a Southern belle, my military brat girlfriends (from yore) sure gotten their bare backsides soundly & frequently skelped at home as a matter of fact without exception, B ! Par for the course, it goes without saying.

    Dearest, B, I have been reading Janus a bunch recently, including Janus 23 ;-) xx
    I have been enjoying a plethora of Janus Readers' Letters from the 1970s & early 80s. Oh my! Sooooo good!
    Would you like me to include a few thoughts & comments on these letters' contents & contexts, like I did before, B ?

    And y'all thoughts beautifully summarized, of course, in Janus Volume 9 number 12 (1979) when the seminal, gospel-word of the wise Editorial states that naughty daughters at home should get a "sensible, knickers down caning", also then referred to as a "good, bare bottom caning". For sure ! Oh my! YUP! 100%, B !!

    Hugs n smackies, dearest
    Nostalgic Strict Kind Brenda xx


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  2. I had help from a friend State wise for that story, and that friend suggested Tanka Rae and Jolene.
    It will be a long story, probably one of my longest...
    And with AI help...
    Yes, I also love Janus Readers Letters !
    Hugs and smackies ;-)
    B xx

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