My Italian Adventure (bxb)
Ani Dn · 11 chapters · 12,227 words
1. Welcome to Italy (Sunny)
I’m squeezing Em’s hand and staring out the airplane window, although, all I see is an endless sea of puffy, white clouds. The soft music from my earphones muffles the steady hum of the aircraft engine and I only feel the slight shaking from time to time. The coffee in the cup, placed on the small tray table in front of me, is already cold and I don’t really feel like eating the smoked turkey sandwich I ordered an hour and a half ago. The view was too captivating to think about food, before the clouds hid everything.
I saw my new town, shrinking and fading away bellow us. My heart flipped when I realized that I could recognize the streets and the buildings. Em was smiling softly while I was pulling on his sleeve, pointing to the University, the Central Cathedral and even our beach. I was so proud of myself. I live there. It’s my home.
My attention was captured then by the outlines of the mountains and forests while we were passing over the Balkan Peninsula.
“Can we visit every single country?” I was gushing the entire time with my nose glued to the plexiglass. “We’ll choose a route for the summer and go to every interesting place. You’ll tell me everything you know about them and we’ll read the tourist guides and buy piles of pretty souvenirs.”
“You’ve got it, sweet kitten,” he chuckled. “I doubt we can tour them all for a summer, but we can start with Greece, Montenegro and Croatia and see where it goes. You’ll fall in love with them.”
The small islands and the beautiful cost line finally appeared when we flew over the Adriatic sea. I couldn’t stop marveling at the crystal blue color, same as Em’s eyes.
I was curious, “What is the distance we’re crossing?”
“Almost one thousand four hundred kilometers,” he explained. “The flight is only a little over two hours. It’s nothing compared to your journey from Japan, Kitty.”
I am sure I was terribly annoying, but Em responded to every question I asked with a big grin, stealing a kiss for every answer.
“Are you sure it’s fine to stay at your nona’s house? Maybe, it’s better to find a hotel. I don’t want to intrude,” I kept babbling.
“Well, she’ll strangle me if I only try to mention the idea, sooo… No! We’re staying with her, although,” he started smirking, “considering how you can’t keep quiet at all, a sheltered, small hotel, somewhere in the hills, doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Em!” I squeaked. “We’ll behave decently! It won’t be so hard for few days.”
“Hmm, we know that ‘it’ is always very hard, so I doubt it. You say this every time, my crimson, Japanese peach,” he winked, “but it wasn’t me in that restaurant who shove a hand in my pa…”
Thanks God that my glare stopped him on time. Jamie, who’s sitting next to him, was already all ears.
“Don’t worry,” Em added, leaning closer to my ear. “I’ve thought about everything. There’s a perfect place for us. You’ll be free to…well… express yourself… as much as you want.” My reproachful stare only made him smirk more.
The ding of the communication system suddenly pulls me out of my blissful daze.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will land in fifteen minutes. Welcome to Bologna International Airport Guglielmo Marconi. The local time is 13:00. The outside temperature is 15 degree Celsius. Please, remain with your seat-belts fastened until the aircraft comes to a complete halt and the sign is switched off. Thank you and have a good day!”
The announcement is being repeated a second time in Italian and this instantly makes me so excited that I start bouncing on my seat, looking at Em with shining eyes. He places a sweet kiss on my lips and hands me a chewing gum.
“Chew as energetically as you can,” he urges me. “The descent can be a bit sharp. This will counter the difference in air pressure and help you to avoid your ears popping.”
The flight attendants clear the tables and check everything while the first sights of Italy appear before my wide eyes. We swerve over the lush fields and groves, surrounding the bright-colored, terracotta houses of Emilia-Romagna. There are so much greenery and open spaces, filled with vibrant, warm colors.
“Welcome to Italy, love!” Em smiles. “Ti amo, Tesorino!” (I love you, Little Treasure!)
Thousand of butterflies are fluttering in my stomach. Never have I ever dreamed of experiencing this crazy, indescribable, all-consuming feeling of happiness. I peek between the backrests to meet Emma’s sparkling eyes. Her face is glowing with excitement. She blows me a kiss just before we feel the bump when the landing gear touches the asphalt lane.
All passengers start to clap enthusiastically, praising the safe landing, excluding me. I just throw myself on Em’s neck and lose myself in the softness of his lips.
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A/N
My dear friends, I’m so happy to finally welcome you in the first chapter of My Italian Adventure. 💗💗💗
I hope it will be exciting, captivating and full of surprises.
We’ll start slowly with a chapter a week and see how it goes. 😀
Did you miss Sunny and Em?
This time we’ll have chapters from everyone’s POV and much more Em’s. What do you think?
Share your thoughts, ask questions and criticize, if you think it’s necessary.
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Love: Anny
2. About Italian Cars (Sunny)
Bologna Airport is not very big and is overall quite an ordinary one. Nothing in the packed buses that drove us across the apron, the busy terminal, the passport control queues or the baggage claim area, showed that we are actually in Italy.
Everyone has to wait for me to go through some more checks at Customs since I’m not an EU citizen. Two officers are asking me endless question about where I am from, why I am visiting the country, how long I have been in Europe and if I carry any goods that need to be declared.
Em finally loses patience and approaches the officers, “ Forza gente!“ he shouts, gesturing fervently. “Cos’è questo? lasciami portare a casa il mio fidanzato!”
(Come on guys! What is this? let me take my boyfriend home.)
One of the officers starts to laugh and hands me back my passport.
“Bene! Bene! Va tutto bene!” he pats amiably Em’s shoulder. “Che grande amore! Ci scusiamo per il ritardo!”
(Fine! Fine! Everything is alright! What great love! We apologize for the delay“)
He turns to me and smiles brightly, “Welcome to Italy, sir! Have a nice stay!”
“Accadrà sicuramente!” (That will surely happen!) ,“ Em glares at him and pulls me by the hand, dragging my carry-on bag behind him. “Andiamo, Tesorino!” (Let’s go, my sweet!)
“What are you calling me? Do I have a new nick name now?” I giggle, trying to keep up with his wide stride. He only pecks my lips and shakes his head, still annoyed by the unnecessary interrogation.
“Why I always end up carrying all the bags,” Jamie whines, trying to handle Lucky’s, Em’s and his own. The other two refuse to deal with anything else but mine and Emma’s carry-ons and do not allow us to take care of our own luggage.
“Cause you’re too lazy to make an effort and go on a second date with someone,” Lucky sneers.
“As if you were going to carry my bag if I had a girlfriend,” Jamie snorts. “And I am not lazy. I just like diversity.”
“I will do it. I promise,” Em winks at him, wrapping an arm around my waist, “but I doubt I will have the chance any time soon.”
Jamie is ready to retort, but we finally pop out in the arrivals hall and he doesn’t get an opportunity.
“Aaaaa! Sunny, we are in Italy!” Emma screams and throws herself on my neck, pushing unceremoniously Em aside. “let’s take pictures together.”
She’s pointing to a vast, glass-walls showroom with a shining, bright yellow Lamborghini Hurican and a lawn green Lamborghini Aventador inside.
Everyone is squealing and we all plaster ourselves on the glass, much to the great amusement of a tall, handsome guy with black curly hair, in an elegant, casual, navy blue suit who is smirking behind a desk inside. We start taking pictures, making funny faces, posing and laughing. He’s watching us for few minutes and finally decides to come to us.
“Ciao amori, siete qui in vacanza? (Hello loves, are you here on vacation?)
“Heyyy!” we all yell enthusiastically, except Em who is squinting at him suspiciously, but soon grins mischievously, seeing that the guy’s eyes are pinned on Jamie.
“Si,” he answers. “we’re visiting my nonna for a week.”
“Oh, you’re Italian then,” the guy beams. “Perfetto! My name is Giovanni. Nice to meet you! Call me Gio.”
“Ciao Gio! I’m Em.” They hug and start patting each other’s backs like old friends. “This is my boyfriend Sunny.” We shake hands.
“Bravissimo! Siete una coppia molto bella! (Excellent! You are a very beautiful couple) ,” Gio claps his hands. “Do you want to come inside and try the cars? You can take as much pictures as you want.”
Em introduces the rest of our group and a crazy photo session follows, in, around and on the hoods of the cars with Gio performing the role of the professional photographer quite successfully.
“Come here, we want you to be in the picture too,” Emma waves to him.
He peeks at Lucky nervously, but seeing that he’s smiling and doesn’t seem to mind, instantly glues to Jamie’s arm.
We finally leave the show room, an hour later, amidst countless hugs and kisses on the cheeks, having exchanged our phone numbers with the nice Italian boy.
The moment we step out, I see a booth, piled with numerous types of cheese and hanging salami and ham. They all look delicious and tempting. I unconsciously start pulling Em by the sleeve in that direction.
“No, Tesorino! We don’t need to buy food from the airport. I’m sure, nonna has prepared enough to feed an army,” he chuckles.
“But they look so good,” I pout. I am aware that I definitely have a problem with obsessive shopping in foreign countries, but I just can’t resist. “We can buy her something as a present,” I hopefully add.
“Aww, ok then,” Em kisses the tip of my nose, “if it makes you happy.”
Another thirty minutes pass while he’s translating the explanations of the enthusiastic girl behind the counter about the qualities of Ricotta Romana, Taleggio, Pecorino Toscano, Mortadella di Bologna and Parma Ham.
“Dear God!” Lucky grumbles. “Are we going to get out of this airport alive?”
The two packed shopping bags are shoved in his hands to his utter shock and dissatisfaction, but he remains silent, obviously hoping that we will finally head out.
Taxis are waiting outside in a long line.
“Oh, these are yellow at home,” I exclaim. “I thought it’s the same everywhere in Europe, but here they’re white. I think we need two.”
“No, kitty,” Em shakes his head. “We don’t need a taxi. Dad has left a car for us in the parking lot. We’ll be sightseeing a lot, so it will be more convenient.”
We somehow roll our baggage to the specified location. I really start to think that, perhaps, buying half of the merchandise on the stall wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Here we are,” Em announces pointing to a vehicle and taking the keys out of his pocket.
We all stop and our jaws drop. A big, black, five seater Lamborghini Urus is waiting for us.
“I love Italy,” Emma sighs dreamily and leans her back heavily on lucky’s chest. He drops my bags on the ground and wraps his arms around her.
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A/N
Hello everyone at the end of chapter two. ❤❤❤
I decided to put translations right after the phrases which are not in English
this time.
Do you think it’s better this way?
We have a new character on board. 😉
What are your first impressions of Gio?
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3. About Italian Grannies (Sunny)
We have finally loaded all the luggage in the trunk. Em is jingling the car keys, looking invitingly at Lucky who immediately pouts.
“No! Why it’s always me driving?” he grumbles, hiding behind my best friend’s back. “I refuse! I’m sitting in the back with Emma. Tell him, Pumpkin!”
“Baby boo is sitting with me,” she immediately states, squinting at my boyfriend. Em is a little taken aback, but still opens his mouth to dispute.
“I prefer to sit in the front,” I quickly squeak, giving him no opportunity to start one of the endless arguments with Lucky that we have been forced to witness too often lately. The two seem to be in a tacit, pointless competition over who is a better boyfriend, which often goes to extremes. Emma, of course, not only doesn’t help to avoid these situations, but obviously finds them very entertaining. Her wide grin leaves no doubts about it.
“Oh, ok then,” Em beams at me. “I’ll drive.”
“Does anyone happen to care where I want to sit?” Jamie mutters.
“No!” Em and Lucky retort simultaneously.
“I wish I could say I was surprised,” he snorts.
We leave the airport area and take on the highway. Em turns on the radio. The Italian music booms in the car. The song is rich and thrilling.
“I love Eros Ramazzotti!” Emma yells. “He is mom’s favorite performer.”
“Everyone loves Eros Ramazzotti,” Em chuckles. “This is ‘Cose Della Vita’, his duet with Tina Turner! Come on, guys! We all know the lyrics.”
Suddenly, all four start singing along to the top of their lungs, almost silencing the radio.
’Yes, you know it’s true
I just can’t stop thinking of you.
Questa notte che passa piano accanto a me
Cerco di affrontarla, afferrarla…’*
They know both the Italian and the English part of the bilingual song. Since I don’t know it, I’m just humming, giggling and clapping my hands. This is the best trip ever.
“Look,” I scream, pointing to the grass areas in the middle of the roundabout interchanges. Wild pheasants with beautiful plumage are strolling leisurely, undisturbed by the heavy traffic nearby. I can’t wait to see the rabbits Em told me about.
The car finally leaves the highway and we dive into a net of picturesque, narrow district roads, winding among the hills. We are passing through pretty villages with beautiful houses in warm shades of ocher and terracotta with olive and brown window shutters, surrounded by enormous, century old trees, golden fields, neat vineyards and orchards and impressive castles and churches. Cozy, small trattorias are welcoming their visitors on both sides of the road.
“We’re close, kitty,” Em ruffles my hair. “Are you ready to meet signora Julia?”
“Mhm,” I nod hesitantly.
“What? Are you nervous, cutie?” he smirks. “Have you ever met someone who doesn’t like you? She’ll fall in love with you at first sight.”
“Oh, my God! I can’t wait to see Julia,” Jamie sighs. “I adore this woman.”
“I am sure she’s really nice,” I mumble. I honestly believe she is, perhaps a sweet, motherly lady who is crazy about her grandson and his friends, and hopefully his boyfriend. She’ll stuff us with food and interrogate us about school, how we met and if we sleep and eat enough.
We turn into a secluded alley, hidden between two rows of huge beech trees. It leads to a wide parking lot in front of a huge, two-storey, apricot colored house in the typical Emilia-Romagna style. We all get out of the car and walk around it, finding ourselves on an vast, perfectly maintained lawn. There’s a green, pyramid cabana in the middle, surrounded by lush olive trees and banana palms, shading a wicker, dining, fire pit table with classy sectional sofas set.
“Nonna, dove sei? Abbiamo fame,” Em yells. (Grandma, where are you? We are hungry.)
“Stop screaming, dumbass!” Jamie hisses. “I wonder how she ever puts up with your…” He suddenly falls silent, staring at the bed of roses in the far end of the garden. His cheeks are visibly turning pink.
“Breathe Romeo! This is a big no no!” Lucky sneers.
I follow his gaze and my eyes widen. An elder, female, stunning version of Em is walking gracefully towards us in black, skinny jeans and a loose, white blouse. How she is able to step on the white gravel pathway and then on the thick grass with her five inch heels is beyond me. The smile on her face is shining like the sun and she even has the same dimples. Now I understand where Em has inherited his exquisite appearance from.
She flips charmingly her long, shiny, raven hair, tucking it behind her ear and opens wide her arms, “Angioletti! Aspetto i miei abbracci!” (Little angels! I’m waiting for my hugs!)
Our three, more than six feet tall, tattooed companions rush at her like a litter of puppies. If they had tails, I’m sure, they’d be wagging them. Emma and I exchange astonished glances and burst into giggles.
After a good amount of kisses and hugs, Julia finally starts waving them away, laughing loudly, “Basta! Mamma mia!” (Enough! My goodness!). Her gaze falls on us and she claps her hands, “Non mi dire! Madonna! (Don’t tell me! Wow!) These are Sunny and Emma! You, mischiefs, don’t deserve such sweethearts, for sure.”
She opens her arms again, beaming at us and both me and Emma throw ourselves in her embrace without a hint of hesitation.
*Tina Turner feat. Eros Ramazzotti - ‘Cose Della Vita’, the bilingual Italian-English version, released in 1997
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A/N
Hello everyone at the end of chapter three. ❤❤❤
Thank you so much for all the support for my newest story.
What do you think about Julia? 😉
Did you expect Em’s grandmother to be like that?
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4. About Italian Cena (Em)
(Cena - the main meal of the day, consisting of numerous dishes, served one after another)
Julia is definitely determined to spoil my gorgeous kitten rotten. Who can blame her? I was ready to give the world to him the first moment I saw him, even though I didn’t even know his name. Those pouty, red lips and the soft cheeks, always adorned in a light shade of pink, just make you want to do anything to see his smile. And when it happens… Oh, my! That smile! A true sunshine!
“You’re staring,” Sunny raises a brow, grinning at me and bites his bottom lip. “Aren’t you going to put those platters down?”
“He always does it,” Emma smirks next to him. “You should be used to it by now.”
“Be careful, bunnies!’ I wink at them, evoking a burst of giggles.
They are both settled in the middle of a pile of soft, cream, throw pillows on the sofa, under the canopy. Nonna firmly refused any help from them and said that three tough guys are more than enough to set a table. As sweet as she might look, the lady has an iron fist when things come to taking command. I and my best friends are as busy as beavers, running from the kitchen to the garden with plates, glasses, napkins and beautifully arranged dishes.
The big wine cooler bowl, full of bottles of Prosecco and Aqua Frizzante [1], buried in ice, is finally placed on the table along with numerous antipasti [2]. We all take our places. All three of us pout a little when it becomes clear that me, Jamie and Lucky are sitting on the opposite side while Julia is with Sunny and Emma. Light, cozy fire is burning in the pit. It’s warm and nice in our sheltered space, although, it is starting to get cold outside. It’s six p.m. The sun is setting. Scented garden torches are spreading citrus aroma in the cool air.
My kitten’s eyes sparkle with delight at the sight of the food, mostly because nonna served also all the salami and cheese he bought at the airport, after a good fifteen minutes of squeaking and praising his taste. If there’s a person who truly appreciates food, it’s Sunny. I can cook the most complicated recipes for hours, just to see his face when he takes the first bite. I flatter myself that, maybe, the only thing he likes more than food is making love to me.
“Earth calling Em,” Lucky sneers, digging his elbow in my ribs. “Dude, you really need to stop gazing at Sunny all the time. It’s getting creepy.”
“Shut it!” I hiss. “As if Emma doesn’t have you wrapped around her little finger.”
“I’m just fine there,” he snorts.
“If someone had told me that I would ever witness this conversation, I would never have believed it,” Julia laughs. She turns to Jamie, “E tu, angelito? (What about you, little angel?) How long do you intend to play around? If these two can commit to serious relationships, then it’s time for you to do the same.”
“Hai visto una mosca bianca?” I chuckle. (Have you seen a white fly? )
“I can never get over you, Julia,” Jamie grins.
“Stupido!” she giggles and raises her glass to us, “Cin Cin! Alla vostra salute!” (Cheers! To your health!) Miracles does happen in Italy, you know, especially in love. Now dig in because the primo [3] is coming. I have prepared my special Lasagna Verdi Alla Bolognese [4].“
Suddenly Jamie’s phone starts to ring. He peeks at the screen and his eyes widen. “I’ll take this later. Nothing important,” he mutters, declining the call. The alert tone for a text message is heard not later than a few seconds. His face instantly turns red and he shoves the phone in his pocket as quickly as if it has burned his fingers. I glance at him questioningly. He pretends not to notice it. I’m puzzled but decide to deal with this later, although, the curiosity is eating me. We keep no secrets from each other. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him blush only once before and he had a really good reason. This must be something extraordinary.
We are stuffed with food and Julia is aware of every little detail of our lives in a couple of hours. We had polpette alla bolognese and patate al forno a fisarmonica [5] for secondo e contorno (second course and side dish) and I’m sure she’s not done yet.
“Caffe e dolce! (coffee and desert)” she announces and Sunny immediately shrieks happily.
“Can we go to bed early, Dārin?” he pins his sparkling, almond eyes in mine. “I’m a little tired. We’ll just have some desert and then I’ll go take a shower.”
“Sure, kitty,” I coo, “as you wish.” He does look exhausted.
“Oh, my God! This looks amazing!” Emma exclaims at the sight of the large tray with pretty bowls that Julia is carrying. “What is this? The colors are exquisite.”
“These are prosecco poached peaches with mascarpone cream,” my nonna announces proudly. They, of course, are the cherry on the cake of this fabulous dinner.
I take Sunny’s hand, after helping to clear the table, and lead him across the garden, along the gravel path, leading behind the rose bed.
“I thought we were going to call it a night,” he mumbles, wrapping am arm around my waist and pressing closer to me. “It’s chilly. Where are we going?”
“I told you that we aren’t staying in the house, kitten,” I smirk. “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Really?” he giggles. “I love when you have surprises for me. “Is it a big one? I love big surprises even more.”
“Then, I think, this will be just perfect,” I answer as we reach the enormous pool and start walking past it. It’s already covered. The temperatures does not allow using it anymore.
“It’s a pity it’s already so cold in November and we can’t swim…” he sighs, but squeals the next moment, “本当? 信じられない! (Hontō? Shinjirarenai! / For real? That’s incredible!)
We are standing in front of the big pool house with glass façade and widely open French doors, leading to a wooden poolside platform with a rope hanging swing sofa. The place is fully equipped to serve as a guest house as well. I made sure that the fireplace inside was burning and we would have everything we need.
“Well, I hope this means you’re happy with what you see,” I stroke his hair and peck the tip of his nose. “Our luggage is already inside, so you can go and take a bath.”
“Aren’t you coming too,” Sunny scrunches his nose and squeezes my hand.
“Yes, kitty. I’ll just make sure that everyone is comfortably accommodated and will be with you in half an hour.”
“Fine,” he pouts. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Are you sulking,” I smirk and start kissing all over his face until he starts giggling and pushing me away.
“Just a little,” my kitten snorts, “because I miss you every second when you’re not with me.”
“I’ll be as quick as possible then,” I promise and head to the main house.
“Em,” Sunny shouts after me, “Can we have some more of those peaches? Please!”
[1] sparkling white wine and carbonated water
[2] starter course in Italian cuisine, usually mortadella, prosciutto and cheese platter
[3] the first course, usually soup, pasta or risotto
[4] lasagna with green pasta sheets with spinach
[5] veal meat balls with mortadella, parmigiano, eggs, bread and milk in tomato sauce with crispy hasselback potatoes
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A/N
Hello everyone at the end of chapter four. ❤❤❤
Thank you so much for reading and supporting!
This is one of my ‘food chapters’. I hope you found it interesting 😉
Thank you Kibika for this cute way to call them!
Which is your favorite food? 😀
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5. About Italian Desserts (Em)
[xxx - mature content warning]
[Please, note that this is
explicit
, so approach with caution. If you don’t like this type of scenes, skip the chapter ant it will not affect the plot.]
I enter the pool house through the wide open, sliding doors. The white, sheer curtains are flapping in the wind. The lights are out. Only the fireplace is casting dim light in the silent room. My eyes quickly adjust to the twilight and immediately widen. Sunny is sitting on the edge of the big, mahogany, dining table, swinging his legs in the air, stark naked and sporting an impressive erection.
“It seems you missed me, beautiful?” I smile, placing the plate with whole Prosecco poached peaches next to him. He only nods and bites his bottom lip.
“I brought you some more of your new favorite dessert,” I announce and start taking off my clothes.
“Why are you undressing?” Sunny giggles. “I thought we were going to eat.”
“This is exactly what we’re going to do, kitten,” I smirk, “but it can get quite messy.”
I dip two fingers in the sauce and slip them between his lips. The thick, sweet syrup trickles down his chin, slides on the velvety skin of his throat and gathers in an amber puddle in the pit between his collar bones.
“Peachy!” I grin. “Is it delicious?”
Sunny bobs his head up and down enthusiastically and starts sucking my fingers as if his life depends on it.
“Do you want some more?” I ask him, staring at his warm, brown eyes, sparkling with excitement.
“Mhm,” he mumbles, licking his glossy lips.
I take a whole peach and bring it close to his mouth, so that he can bite. The naughty kitten doesn’t lose a second and digs his teeth in the soft, sugary fruit. The juice flows on my forearm to the elbow and down his chest.
“We’w bo’w be’ome vewy swicky,” (We’ll both become very sticky) he keeps giggling with a full mouth. The result is that even more syrup streams down his chin, dripping on his thighs.
“I don’t mind being stuck with you.” I put away the messy peach, and kneel in front of him. “On the other hand, I know that you don’t like to be sticky, so I’m going to help you.”
“How kind of you, Dārin,” Sunny purrs, sliding a leg on my shoulder. “We have the whole night, so take your time.”
I immediately start licking him clean, focusing on his thighs first. His head is thrown back In few seconds, eyes hooded, loud moans spilling between his lips. He digs his heel in my back, pressing into my mouth. I deliberately avoid touching his stone hard penis and move on his abs. My kitty is taking none of that, though. He grabs my hand, forcing me to stand up and directs it to his raging erection.
“Touch me!” he mewls. My intentions to tease him more instantly fly out of the window. I immediately wrap my fingers around him and start jerking him slowly up and down while sucking on his nipples.
“Aaah, Em, I want you!” he whines, burying his fingers in my hair. “Can’t we skip the foreplay and just do it. Put your fingers in me. Please! Please! Please!”
I lick thoroughly the syrup from his chin and start rubbing my lips on his. He’s trying to bite me. I don’t allow him just to drive him crazier. “Wow!” I chuckle. “What happened to me taking my time.”
“Bad, bad, bad boyfriend,” Sunny slaps my butt hard and sucks on my earlobe savagely, grinding his erection on mine. I knew he was wild the moment I saw him. Once you gain his trust, this boy can set you on fire and watch you burn like a torch with a sweet smile on his face. I never knew what desire was, before I felt his naked body on mine for the first time.
I slide my penis between his butt cheeks, and squeeze them hard, making him swing back and forth, rubbing on it. “I am going to fuck you so hard, kitty. You know it, right!” I whisper in his ear.
“Oooh, how scary! I think I better run,” he chuckles softly and harshly bites my nipple.
“You can’t run away from me, sweetie,” I pant. “I’m fast and full of determination.”
“Then I’ll scream,” he breaths out and digs his heels in my waist to make me move faster.
“Very good!” I kiss his nose. “I love to hear you screaming my name.”
“But this time it might be really loud,” Sunny whimpers. My fingers are tracing his entrance and slowly massaging the hot, sensitive skin. His breath quickens, but he manages to rasp, “Aren’t you afraid that everyone will hear?”
“Even better!” I smirk and pull away again to avoid his attempts to bite my lips. I know what will drive him totally crazy.
“If you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll have you arrested for harassment,” he pouts and slaps vibrantly my butt a second time.
“Oh no!” I chuckle. “I can never be mean to a cute, horny kitten. Also I don’t want my butt to throb tomorrow. You have a heavy hand.”
Sunny cups my cheeks in his palms and I finally let him press his lips to mine, parting them to welcome his tongue in. My kitty is a bossy kisser. I know it drives him wild when I let him rule my mouth and do whatever he wants. The only problem is that it is too hot to handle and I immediately feel my penis jumping with excitement. If he knew how much I want him, he’d be seriously afraid of me.
“Em, pleeeeease!” he whines pitifully on my mouth. I can’t resist his puppy eyes anymore and push carefully the tip of my finger in him. It slides in with no resistance. So does the second one.
“Oh my!” I gasp in surprise and because of the crazy twitch of my painfully hard penis. I’ve always known that this kitty will be the end of me. “Did you lube yourself, Sunny?”
“Mhm,” he only mutters, too busy to suck on my tongue and bounce on my fingers.
“And why did you do it,” I whimper, gazing at his lustful, flustered face.
“Because,” he licks his lips deliberately slowly, “you made me as horny as hell and I couldn’t wait.” His fingers wrap around our erections, pressing them together. He gazes defiantly into my eyes, swinging his pelvis to adjust on my fingers. A guttural moan escapes him when they hit precisely the spot he wants. “I just wanted you to come and bury yourself inside of me because this is exactly what I’ve been thinking about the whole day.”
I growl and take a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, but it doesn’t help. I just can’t hold back any longer. My fingers slip out of him. I grab his waist and turn him around, bending him over the table.
“Are you sure?” I barely breathe out at the stunning sight of the firm, velvety globes of his butt and the perfect curve of his arched back.
“Shut up!” he moans and reaches back to grab my thigh, pulling me closer.
I grip his thigs, lifting him to kneel on the table and with one swift move thrust my whole length into him.
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6. About Italian Language (Em)
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My hands follow the soft curve of Sunny’s back. I feel the goosebumps, rising on his skin under my palms. His moans are loud and desperate. He is trying to press closer and make me move faster. His knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the table with arms outstretched over his head, his forehead resting on the smooth wood.
I know I’m overloading his senses, but I also know that he wants the sweet torture. My kitty craves the release, but he loves the aching anticipation even more. I always give him exactly what he yearns for. I understand the meaning of every gasp and every whimper that spills between his trembling lips. He is like my guitar. I know precisely what sound I will evoke with the tiniest movement of my fingers. He is the best song I have ever created.
I slide in and out of him as slowly as my deranged mind allows me. It’s hard to keep calm. It is almost impossible to breathe because he is like blazing fire, consuming all the air to feed the wild flames of our desire.
“Dārin, please!” Sunny whines, trying to turn around. “がまんできない! 凄い！あぁ、もっと強く突いて! Gaman dekinai Sugoi! Aaah, motto tsuyoku tsuite! “ (I can’t take it anymore! So good! Aaah, harder!)
“No, kitty,” I chuckle. “We’ll go very, very slow. I like the view too much. You will be a good boy and enjoy every single minute of it. There is no need to hurry.”
“Please!” he barely whispers and reaches back to my thigh but I am prepared and immediately grab his hand, holding it behind him. He’s persistent and makes a second attempt with the other. I grip him by the forearms and pull him towards me, making him arch like a bow. His head rests on my shoulder. The position allows me to thrust impossibly deep. We both gasp at the overwhelming sensation.
“Blue-eyed demon!” Sunny mewls. “That’s what you are! You’re killing me and you’re doing it on purpose.”
He turns his head to look at me. His dark, glossy eyes gaze into mine. His swollen lips are glistening in the dark. He bites the bottom one and seductively runs his tongue over it. I moan loudly making him smirk. Naughty kitten! He knows that I’m doomed. Those eyes can make me do anything.
“Em, kiss me,” he utters and I immediately capture his lips, releasing his arms. He is melting like cotton candy on my tongue. I am always awed how completely my kitty gives in every time we make love. The further I push him, the more he opens up to me. I feel his body writhing in my embrace and he suddenly manages to turn around while I am still inside of him.
“Kitty wait! We’re going to fall,” I warn him, but before I can finish the sentence, he starts giggling and throws himself at me like a monkey. I stagger back, unable to keep the balance on my shaking legs.
“Sorry! Hold on!” he squeaks and grabs the curtain. It doesn’t help and I heavily bump into the dresser behind me. A big vase with roses, a jewelry box, several scented candles and the lamp fly to the floor. I’m ready to cheer that we didn’t fall after all when the curtains, together with the blinds and the whole drapery hardware land on the hardwood flooring with a deafening crash.
“うわ～！ちくしょ!どうしたのー？Uwa ~! Chikusho! Dō shita no ̄ ? “ (Wow! Damn it! What happened!” Sunny shrieks, still squeezing the fabric in his hand.
“I don’t really care,” I moan and press my mouth to his. For some crazy reason the whole commotion while I’m still inside of him just drove me to the edge. I cross the distance to the bed at the speed of light and lay him in the soft, lavender scented sheets, immediately sucking in his hard nipple.
“Aaah, now… you will… maybe… finally start… to move faster,” he whimpers and wraps his thighs around my waist.
“You can bet on that,” I grin and pin his hands above his head.
“But I want to touch you,” Sunny whines.
“No, kitty! We’re still playing by my rules. You touched enough things for tonight,” I chuckle and start thrusting in a steady rhythm. It’s always heaven to make love to my kitten, but it’s also hell because I need to hold it a little longer and I don’t think I can, especially with the way he’s moaning and writhing beneath me.
“Em, I’m so close. Please, let me touch you,” he doesn’t give up.
“No,” I pant and lick him from the navel to the chin.
“Why?” he groans. “Please!”
“Because, if you touch me, I’ll explode and you won’t be…”
“Say something in Italian,” he interrupts me, “in my ear.”
“Sono tutto tuo, Bellissimo!” I whisper and kiss his delicate earlobe. (I’m all yours, my beautiful!“
“Oh, my God!” Sunny gasps and arches his back. “More!”
“Aaah! Sono pazza di te! Mi fai sciogliere! (I’m so crazy about you! I’m melting!)” I release his hands and he immediately digs his fingers in my back with a loud scream, tightening around me. “Sto per venire! (You’ll make me come!) Kitty, I can’t… Fuck! Oh.. Dear!”
The orgasm blurs my vision. All I feel is his hot, trembling softness around me. I hear him scream again. His body shakes violently. His teeth sink in my shoulder. We are holding to each other as close as we can, our lips desperately connected, sharing the same breath and trying to survive in the whirlwind of unbearable pleasure which is tossing us like autumn leaves in the sky.
“The room is destroyed and we’re back to super sticky again,” Sunny giggles quietly and curls on my chest.
“Don’t worry, I have the prefect solution to all our problems,” I smile and kiss his tousled hair.
“Really? What is it?” he asks curiously. “I hope it doesn’t involve a lot of movement.”
“You are a cute, lazy kitten, aren’t you,” I grin. “It’s a bubble bath, of course.”
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7. About Italian Persistence (Jamie)
What the hell is wrong with this dude?
I’m really starting to get seriously pissed off. Three calls and five text messages within few hours. I don’t even know him. What was his name? Gino, Georgy, Gianni? Who cares! Is he some kind of a stalker? The idiot is definitely asking for trouble and may very well find it if he doesn’t stop the bullshit soon!
I flop on the bed and peek at the phone. The moment my eyes stop on the screen, it lights up. The instant ding announces the next incoming message. I throw the phone as far as possible without even opening it. It lands in the middle of the pile of fluffy, white pillows. The fuck if I’m going to read any of them!
I jump and almost run to the bathroom. The tube is full. The air is humid and warm, heavy with cocoa and cinnamon scent. I smile. I’ve always liked Julia’s taste for aromas since I was a child. It always smells of sweetness and coziness around her, just like around Em. I feel at home.
I sigh deeply. Em! It’s his fault, of course. The boy is on me since the day we first met. I can’t deny that he figured me out immediately, despite the fact that we were still kids. I knew he was really special the moment I laid my eyes on him. The extraordinary face, the voice, the way he moved, everything in him screamed that he would become a star. My dumb classmates thought he was odd and socially awkward, but it was as clear as day he only needed a friend and some time to conquer the world. I admired him through all these years. I fell in love with him when we were fifteen. I craved him when we were eighteen. But he was much more reasonable than me and made me understand that this is not what we were meant to be. Infatuation and lust pass quickly when you are a teenager. He was clever enough to make me see that there was something so much more important, something we had to keep intact by all means. It was our true, sincere friendship. He was right. I never liked another man. I have always liked girls. It was just once, just him. He can make anyone want him, no matter straight or queer. I doubt it would have lasted if we had given in to the temptation. I am glad that he didn’t allow us to put our friendship at stake.
Gio! Yes, the idiot’s name is Giovanni. Em gave that fool all our phone numbers. I am sure he did it on purpose. The smart-arse always thinks he knows things better than me, actually, better than anyone else. I’m so mad at him. He saw that the guy was hitting on me and immediately decided to make the most out of it. Kinky bastard! I’ve told him thousands of times that I am not interested in men, but he keeps trying to prove me wrong.
I turn the tap off and start taking off my clothes.
Fuck! Why I keep thinking about those messages?
One thing I can’t deny. He is bold and doesn’t give up. It won’t be easy to push him away. Well, I have a surprise for him. He hasn’t chosen the right person. I already have a date with that pretty girl from the airport. Gio can mind his own business. Besides, he’s not my type at all. First and the most important he’s a man, second - too pushy, third - macular and tall. I rarely meet people taller than me, excluding Em and lucky. Also he’s too sleek with his blow-dried, curly hair, cleanly shaved face, resembling a peacock with that designer suit and the staggering, pearly smile, surrounded by Lamborghinis. I’m in a rock band for God’s sake. People like him make me cringe.
Oh, fine! I’ll read them. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I hate myself while crossing the room, stark naked, to take the damn phone. I’m just curious. Nothing else. It’s interesting what he has come up with. What the hell does he have to tell me to send six messages? I can only imagine the crap he has written. I hope I won’t have to smash his handsome face. Oh my God! Did I just call him handsome? This is crazy! I grab the phone and go back to the bathroom. Maybe, it’s better to delete them immediately before he manages to mess more with my head.
I sink in the hot water and huff. Giovanny. Can’t deny it’s a nice name. He won’t know that I’ve seen them, right? I can always pretend that I deleted the texts and never read them. I open the first one.
Lamborghini guy: “Ciao, bello! Sono pazzo di te.” (Hello, handsome! I’m crazy about you.)
What? I roll my eyes. Is he insane? I scroll to the next one.
Lamborghini guy: “Why aren’t you picking up? Are you afraid that you’ll fall for me?”
“No,” I grumble. “I’m afraid that you are out of your mind. Moron!” Why am I even reading this?
Lamborghini guy: “Why do you keep hanging up on me? You want to play hard to get, huh? Well, I love it! Let’s have a drink tomorrow night. Can you give me a chance?”
“You wish!” I snort. “My fist in your face is the most I can give you.”
Lamborghini guy: “Now you’re mad at me, aren’t you? I’m sorry, bello! I just can’t stop thinking about you. You have the most inviting lips I have ever seen. I can’t get them out of my head. Have you been kissed so passionately that your legs turn into jelly?”
I suddenly feel a rush of warmth in my stomach and gasp. I need to stop reading this. I should delete everything right now… but I can’t. Why can’t I just tell him to fuck off and erase his number? Argh! My hand is slightly shaking when I scroll to the next message.
Lamborghini guy: “ Voglio baciarti. So che lo vuoi anche tu.“ (I want to kiss you. I know that you want it too.)
Oh my God! Suddenly it’s too hot. My breathing quickens. I bite my lip and go to the last one, convinced that I shouldn’t, but totally unable to stop.
Lamborghini guy: “Think about me, angel! I promise you that you’ll be mine. I can give you what you need. Sweet dreams!”
I moan and instantly palm my face. This is crazy! I drop the phone on the floor and close my eyes. No, this is not happening. My hand moves on its own. I trace my erection with the tips of my fingers. I’m so hard. No one will ever know about this. I’m deleting everything tomorrow. This is an exception. It is because I haven’t been with anyone for some time. I’m just releasing the tension. With this thought I start stroking myself slowly, imagining his dark eyes and his lips, crushing against mine.
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8. About Italian Baths (Jamie)
“Ciao bello! I knew you would eventually…” The timbre of Gio’s deep, sweet, alluring voice quickens my breathing again. My body is still shaky and warm. It seems I am a sucker for Italian accent. I still remember being so fascinated by Em’s when we first met. I have no idea why I dialed this man’s number, though. Anger suddenly overwhelms me. He is playing with my mind and I am letting him do it.
“Shut up, idiot!” I hiss. “Let me tell you something. It’s very important, so you better listen really, really carefully. Stop calling me! Stop texting! Forget my name, and my number, and my existence.”
“Jamie, wait! I am sorry if I…” Now he sounds startled and apologetic. Good! I have no intention to listen to him messing more with me.
“I didn’t say you can speak,” I growl. “You think I am nice, huh? You probably think I am like my handsome best friend who is generous with his smiles and friendly to anyone who seems agreeable. Here’s a surprise for you, sleeker! I AM NOT! You don’t know me. You don’t get the chance to do it either. The next time it crosses your mind to contact me in any way, think about this. I know where you work, I am a nasty motherfucker and I’m not joking.”
“Jamie, mi dispiace veramente! Volevo solo…” (I am really sorry! I just wanted…) Why is he so calm and soothing, as if trying to appease a child who is throwing a tantrum? He should be afraid, not nice.
“Shut the fuck up!” I scream and press the red button.
Fuck! What is happening to me? I just threatened an innocent person because of a few text messages. I must have gone completely mental. I should have stayed back home. Italy obviously affects my brain in a bad way.
I drag myself out of the tub and start rummaging around the bathroom like a lunatic. Where the hell did I put the towels? I spot them on a pile, on the fluffy rug, in the middle of the room and, instead of wrapping one around my wet body, I just sprawl on the floor on my back, using them as a pillow. It seems I am reaching a new low with every passing second. A pushy Italian man was hitting on me first. I was touching myself, imagining kissing him the next moment. Well, I imagined much more, but that is something I refuse to discuss even with my demented self. I finally called him to threaten him and now I am lying, stark naked, on the bathroom floor instead of in my bed, feeling like a total scum for being so rude and mean. The worst thing is that I am hard again. What the fuck! Bad boy! Down!… Please?… I think, I’m going to cry.
I jump up and start rubbing myself dry as fast as I can. I don’t feel like digging for clothes in my bag, so I just put on the same pair of boxers and a plush, white, bath robe I spot hanging nearby. A faint smile makes the corners of my mouth curve up. Dear Julia has surely chosen the longest one she has, but it still barely covers the middle of my shins. I frown again and fly out of the house, stumbling in the ridiculous, fluffy flip flops I found near the back door.
The garden is silent and dark. Only few lanterns are casting dim glow over the rose beds and the pool. It’s chilly. The French doors of the guest house are open widely. The lights are out, but I see the fireplace burning inside. Em and Sunny must be still up. I’m almost running down the path. The cold makes my lips tremble. I literally throw myself inside and flop face down on a pile of satin and brocade. My legs get entangled in coarse fabric. I realize it’s the long slats of the collapsed blinders.
What the hell is going on here? The room is literally destroyed. It looks as if there was a fight. A sharp jolt of worry rushes through my body. Is it possible that someone tried to rob the house? Are Em and Sunny ok? Oh, my God! The security system is more than reliable. It sounds incredible for a stranger to be able to sneak uninvited on the property. The area is really safe as well. But, on the other hand, shit happen all the time. My stomach painfully shrinks.
“Em!” I shout. “Sunny! Are you alright guys?” No answer. Where are they? I scramble up on my feet and rush further inside. Clothes are scattered everywhere. The bed looks as if it was hit by a tornado. I’m puzzled and even more worried.
“Hellooo! Anyone!” I call out again.
“Stop screaming, dumbass!” Em’s voice comes from somewhere behind my back. “We’re in the bathroom. Come here and keep quiet.”
Light is seeping from the slit under a nearby door and I immediately swing it open. I blink few times till my eyes adjust to the twilight. There are candles scattered everywhere. The fluffy, white foam is overflowing from the enormous tub. Em is settled comfortably, leaning on one of the leather backrests, grinning widely. Sunny is sleeping peacefully, curled on his chest.
“You’re shaking,” he states as if I don’t know it. “Your lips are blue. Are you crazy to go out naked and with wet hair in the middle of November?”
“I might very well be,” I huff, delighting in the hot, humid air. “What has happened in the bedroom?” Em only raises a brow. “Oh,” I mutter, fidgeting nervously in my place.
“Stop scratching your head and get in the tub,” he commands. “I don’t want you all snotty and coughing tomorrow. Idiot! We have a tight sightseeing schedule.”
“I… mmm… are you sure that…” I peek at Sunny.
He lazily opens only one eye and mumbles, “Get in Jamie. There’s enough space for five people to sit inside without touching each other.”
I take off the bath rob and contentedly sigh while sinking into the warm heaven.
“Now start spilling the beans,” Em looks me in the eye. “You wouldn’t be running around the garden in a birthday suit for no reason.”
Sunny suddenly opens his eyes and giggles, “Ohhh, there’s only one thing that can make someone lose it like this. Who is it?”
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9. Bi Panic in Italy (Jamie)
I am a little startled by my friends’ sudden attack. Why would they assume that I am crushing on someone? I am not! Absolutely not!
Sunny starts fidgeting, splashing foam everywhere, in an attempt to sit more comfortable facing me.
“Kitty, stop moving so much,” Em mutters. “You will leave no foam in the tub. Do I have to remind you that we are naked?”
“What’s the problem?” he shrugs his shoulders carelessly. “We are only boys here. Jamie won’t be impressed anyway. He is straight.”
“I doubt that,” Em sneers.
“What do you mean?” Sunny peeks at me puzzled. “He hooks up only with girls.”
“It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t like boys too,” Em states.
“What?” Sunny shrieks, pointing a finger at me. “You are straight, right? Cause you were licking Em’s abs and…”
“I am straight,” I interrupt him. “I apologized and you said that we were friends. It was not sexual at all. We were just dancing and…”
“Oh, please!” Em rolls his eyes and starts gathering the remaining foam over Sunny. “That was only us being stupid at the party, but otherwise…”
“I think I know better than you what my preferences are,” I glare at him.
Sunny grabs a pair of boxers from the nearby vanity countertop and starts putting them on under the water, gazing at me suspiciously.
“Are you both insane?” I shriek. “Even if I was attracted to boys, which I am not, it doesn’t mean I’d jump every male I see. Sunny, you’re safe, I assure you.”
“Kitty is not every male,” Em winks, “and has a really fine ass.”
“Stop it!” Sunny slaps his thigh. “Jamie, I am so sorry! Honestly, we are being total idiots. I was just so surprised that you like…”
“I do not!” I huff desperately.
“Oh, yes! Right!” he nods energetically. “Sorry! Is it the girl from the airport? Did you ask her to go out with you?”
“If it was the girl,” Em doesn’t give up, “he would be bragging all the time and not running around the garden in a bath robe in the middle of the night. Who was texting you at dinner?”
I frown and remain silent.
“What is so bad about liking a guy?” Sunny mumbles. I hear the subtle reproach in his tone
“Nothing, of course,” I answer. “I never said it was bad. Everyone can be with whoever they want.”
“That’s exactly what I am saying,” Em raises a brow at me. I decide to pretend I didn’t see it.
“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” I assume it’s safest to change the subject.
“Oh, we are spending the day in Bologna,” Sunny instantly beams. “Right, Dārin? I didn’t know that the oldest university in the world was here. We are definitely visiting the Archiginnasio*. I can’t wait to see the Anatomical Theatre. They started performing public dissections for the anatomy students to learn the internal parts of the body back in the 16th century. Can you imagine! I read all about it. It is going to be awesome.”
“That’s great!” I smile at his enthusiasm. “Em told me that we are also climbing the Asinelli Tower** Do you know that it has 498 steps?”
“No way!” he giggles. “I should have worked out more. That’s a lot of steps.”
“Don’t worry, kitty,” Em places a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you get tired.”
“That is not really possible,” I grin. “You know that the passage is very narrow.”
“We will take a walk along Piazza Maggiore***, of course, and have lunch in Em’s favorite Trattoria,” Sunny adds. “Oh, and we can do some shopping as well.”
“Wow, that’s pretty much for one day.” I can already feel my feet aching. Sunny is such an enthusiast when it comes to sightseeing and buying souvenirs, especially fridge magnets. “In this case, it’s time to go to bed. Thank you, guys, for warming me up in your tub.”
“Put on some of my clothes,” Em offers. “Don’t go out naked again.”
“Thanks!” I unwillingly get out of the warm water and head for the door.
“Hey, Jamie,” Em calls after me. I turn around. He smiles softly. “Don’t stress so much about who you like. Everything will be ok.”
“It’s your fault,” I pout. “Next time you better ask me before giving…”
“I know,” he doesn’t let me finish. “You are going to thank me later. I promise.”
“Smart-arse,” I grumble. “Good night!”
- The first unified seat of the University of Bologna, built in 16th century
** One of Le Due Torri, the leaning towers which are also a symbol of Bologna, the other being Garisenda Tower
*** The largest square in the historic center of Bologna
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10. Crazy in Italy (Lucky)
“Wow! Look at that cute bunnyyy,” I coo, smiling at my adorable girlfriend who is walking out of the bathroom in a fluffy, pink pajamas. I open my arms, “Come here, Baby Boo!”
“Why are you naked?” She frowns and puts her hands on her hips, ignoring my attempt to hug her.
“I am not,” I immediately deny the obvious, but the unpleasant feeling twists my stomach before I can prevent it. I try to turn it into a joke. “I have my boxers on. What? Am I too sexy for you?”
“This is not fair,” Emma pouts and turns her back to me, standing by the window. She starts staring outside, pretending to be very interested at something in the garden.
“Baby, let’s not do this again,” I want to reason with her, but she interrupts me abruptly.
“No! We are not discussing it now. This is our first night in Italy and we are going to kiss and cuddle and… Lucky!” she squeaks when I glue to her back and wrap my arms around her. “Go put something on and then we can cuddle.”
“Emma, you know how absurd this is, don’t you?” I start kissing her neck. “I am so crazy about you. You are my beautiful queen. Please baby, let’s stop this nonsense. You can’t hide your body from me until you lose twenty pounds. This is insane. I adore you as you are. I always have. Your weight doesn’t matter. You are gorgeous.”
“It’s easy to say this when you look perfect, with your six pack abs and six plus feet height,” she mumbles. “I don’t feel comfortable being naked, especially next to you. I am sorry, but this is the truth and I’m not changing my mind. Being sly and walking around in underwear won’t make any difference.”
“Emma, if this was because you were not ready to be with me, or you had any doubts about your first time, or whatever decent reason, I would let you take all the time you want,” I grumble. “But you want me. It is more than obvious. You love me. Your breathing quickens and your feet soften every time I kiss you. This between us is serious and you are totally ready. Your reason to push me away is the worst in the world. Tell me that I’m wrong. Say that I am pushy and you are not ready and I will wait as long as you want.”
“It’s not because of you,” she mumbles. “I am aware it’s stupid. I’m making my insecurities your problem too. I’ve always liked you and I’ve never believed that we can actually be together. I want to be perfect for you, but I just don’t feel that way.”
“I’ve seen you in a swimsuit,” I don’t give up. “You are sexy, baby.”
“It’s not the same,” she shakes her head. “I would have never come to the beach with you, if I knew you would become my boyfriend.”
“What? This is ridiculous.” I palm my face. “What if you don’t succeed in loosing that weight? Emma, please! This is not even about sex. You must realize how wrong all of this is.”
“We are not doing anything until I lose twenty pounds! Period!” She stomps her foot and squints at me, “Go put on a t-shirt!”
“No!” I state and plaster a wet kiss on her lips. “I will actually take off the boxers too.”
“Don’t you dare,” she squeaks and covers her eyes.
“Are you afraid to see a dick?” I laugh out and hook the waist band with my thumbs. “Emmaaaaa, open your eyes! I promise you will like the big, bad… What the fuck is this?”
We both glue our faces to the glass, gazing through the window.
“He must have gone insane,” Emma exclaims incredulously. Jamie is running along the path towards the swimming pool in a hilarious bath robe and a pair of fluffy flip flops that are at least three sizes smaller than he wears.
“It seems everyone is crazy tonight!” I sigh.
“I am crazy for you,” Emma whispers.
“I know, Honey Boo,” I pull her closer and burry my face in her soft hair. “I am so sorry for being such an ass. I wasn’t going to take off my boxers. It’s just… you are beautiful. It drives me mad that you don’t see it.”
“Just a little more time,” she kisses the tip of my nose. “I am sorry too.”
“Let’s go to bed,” I pull her by the hand. “I can still kiss you as much as I want, right?”
“Aaah, yes you can,” Emma beams and climbs on the bed. “I live for your kisses.”
“Can I do it all night long then?” I put on a t-shirt and pull her on my chest.
“I doubt you’re able to stay awake that long,” she giggles, wrapping her arm around my neck, “but I don’t mind you trying.”
“I am not tired at all,” I smirk and suck in her bottom lip. She moans and lets my tongue slide on hers. The sweetest girl I have ever kissed.
I move down her neck and bite the pajama’s hem, pulling it down to bare her collar bones. My hand slides up her belly and cups her breast. Her nipples are hard. She monas louder, but instantly pushes my hand away. I roll my eyes and go on kissing her mouth. It was worth trying. Someday, she’ll be turned on enough to forget all those bullshit.
Silly girl! This can’t go on. I will burn all her pajamas, as adorable as they are, and spare only a few strings. I’m not leaving Italy without putting an end to this agony.
A/N
Hello everyone at the end of Chapter 10!
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It seems there are troubles in paradise and Emma and Lucky’s relationship is not so smooth.
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11. An Awkward Italian Breakfast (Lucky)
Everyone is acting weird at breakfast, including me. Our first night in Italy seems to have rocked the boat for all of us. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way we want them to.
Sunny is casting curious glances at Jamie who gets bright red every time their eyes meet. Our cute Japanese friend’s look is no better, but he is well known for his shyness. The crimson color, constantly flushing his cheeks when Em teases him, is no surprise. Jamie, however, is something else. I don’t really remember ever seeing him blush.
They both finally pin their gazes on the plates in front of them, neither bothering to at least try the piles of delicious food. This now is as queer as dick’s hatband. Sunny would have gobbled half of the crumbled eggs and the tempting, fluffy ricotta pancakes by now in a normal situation. I would have definitely considered the tension between those two highly suspicious, if Em didn’t seem so entertained and wasn’t smirking the entire time.
“Lucky, when are you going to stop pouting?” Emma elbows me.
“When I get rid of the permanent hard on,” I grumble. “If you had shown the slightest desire to see my balls, you would have found them to be more purple than eggplant.”
“Aww, enough already! You look like Master Frown. You’re very lucky he’s one of my favorite cartoon characters. He’s cute, but you’re cuter.” She sticks out her tongue at me, giggling at her own joke and leans closer to my ear, paying no attention to the alleged pitiful state of my private parts. I love to whine and tease her. She knows I would never push her into something she’s not ready for, so we’re just having fun. Emma’s attention is focused on her best friend, anyway. She whispers, “Don’t you think there’s something really odd about Sunny’s behavior?”
“I am Lucky obviously,” I grin and peck her lips. “You’re right, Boo. Something has happened last night and I’m dying to find out what it was. Why don’t you ask him?”
“Nah, Sunny can be like a bump on a log when I start asking too many questions that make him uncomfortable,” Emma sighs. “Openness is not his strong suit. You better talk to Jamie. No, actually, it’s best to ask Em. He seems well aware of what’s going on.”
“Right,” I nod. “Now that I think about it, Jamie is surely the source of all the embarrassment. I can only imagine the blunder that dick has probably made. I told him a thousand times that storming into Em’s room whenever he likes was not a good idea. He’s used to being glued to Em’s ass like a band aid, but it doesn’t work anymore. It’s high time he found someone himself and stopped being the third wheel.”
“Oh, my God!” Emma squeaks enthusiastically. “He might have caught them, ya know, playing hide the sausage, if you get what I mean.”
Her face is all mischief and envy. I laugh out, “Emma, you naughty girl. If you wanna see a dick, I’ve got the best one in town…”
“Would you stop repeating the ‘d’ word, please,” she glares at me. “I got it. You’re horny. Go take a cold shower.”
“Fine,” I give up provoking her and stuff my mouth with cannoli, contemplating how dangerous for my health it would be to ask Em what’s going on.
His phone rings before I can gather the courage. A wide grin immediately spreads on his face. I know this expression. He is up to something. I have the strong feeling that poor Jamie won’t like it at all.
“Ciao amico! Come stai? È fantastico che tu abbia chiamato! (Heyy friend! How are you? It’s great you called!)” He peeks at Jamie whose eyes are wide and questioning. Em only smirks and goes on with his conversation. “Ma certo, è un’ottima idea. Sì, sì, tutti… Aaah, sicuramente. Hai ragione. Grazie mille!… No, no, non preoccuparti. lo capisco,.. D’accordo, a presto, allora. (Of course, that’s a great idea. Yes, yes, everyone… Aaah, for sure. You’re right. Thank you so much!… No, no, don’t worry. I know… Great! See you soon then. ) “
’Who was it?“ Jamie hisses, clutching Em’s sleeve across the table. “Honestly, I’ll kick your ass so hard one day that you’ll find yourself all the way up to the Moon. And that day is so fucking close…”
“Calm down,” Em pats him on the shoulder. “Have I ever disappointed you?”
“If you just set up a meeting with that gadfly from the car showroom, I swear…”
“Easy, Mr. Straight-laced,” Em keeps cackling. “Your innocence is safe. You can trust me for once.”
Emma instantly pricks up her ears and starts kicking me in the ankle under the table, “Did you hear that? We’re meeting Gio. Is it possible… he and Jamie…”
“It’s not possible,” Jamie interrupts her.
“I can’t wait to see the oldest university in Europe,” Sunny states, jumping up from his chair, too eagerly for this early hour. “Can we go now?”
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A/N
Hello everyone at the end of Chapter 11!
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It’s been quite some time since the last update. 😔
I hope you liked this light-hearted chapter and you’re still excited about Sunny and his friends’ adventures. I hope to restore the normal schedule with a chapter a week from now on.
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