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You're My Favorite Writer!
by Maussie (mighty_maussie@hotmail.com)
***
A chance encounter with a fan leads to a romantic
evening.(MF, mast, oral, cons, rom)
***
Monday late afternoon, early October, one of the last
warm days of the year. I was sitting in the waiting-room
of the bus station, waiting for my bus to arrive, when
an exotic looking girl entered the room. She seemed to
be about eighteen years old, about 168 centimeters tall
and was clearly a student coming back to school and her
dorm, after having spend the weekend at home with her
family, judging by the bags she had with her.
Judging by her looks, she could either have been Greek,
Italian or Spanish, or somewhere from the Middle East,
It was not easy to tell, really. The girl had a light
brown skin, natural brown that is, not from sun bathing,
and long, black hair, tied in a bun behind her head,
with just the tip of her hair hanging loose from the
bun, which looked really cute. She had beautiful dark,
round eyes. And all of that with a very friendly looking
face.
She was dressed in a black jacket with a white T-shirt
or tank-top underneath. Whatever it was, it was tight
fitting and had quite a low neckline, which made her not
overly large but well rounded breasts come out nice.
Other than that, she had blue jeans on and white
sneakers, or rather tennis shoes, with little Italian
flags on the inset. In her ears she had rather large
pearls, which is not really my thing, but it looked nice
on her. Apart from those pearls, I couldn't see any
jewelry on her, not even a ring, which was kinda cool,
because that usually means that the girl is still
single.
She sat down on the bench opposite of me, glanced at me
for a moment, smiled a bit, and then took her cell phone
to start text messaging to whoever it was she was text
messaging to. All too soon I noticed that she was
looking up at me every now and then, while typing her
message in her phone, and I couldn't help but wonder if
it were me she was text messaging about.
I found this quite inspiring, so I quickly took my
backpack and took a little blocknote and a pen out, two
items I never left home without, and started making some
notes about her. Just a physical description, what she
looked like, how she was dressed and what she was doing.
Just so I had it written down, in case I might want to
use her as an inspiration for a main character for a new
story.
This did mean however that I too had to look up at her
every now and then, so I could write down something new
about her, and she noticed this, that I was doing
basically the same as her. This went on for a couple of
minutes, until she suddenly got up. And then she came
walking towards me.
***
"Buon giorno," she said, "Scusi tanto."
I looked up at her and thought, 'okay, so much for the
question as to where she's from'.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" I said to her.
"I was wondering what you were doing?" she asked with a
severe Italian accent.
"Well, I think I was doing more or less the same thing
as you," I said with a smile.
"Hihi! I was messaging mia sorella minore about the
tizio attraente that was sitting di faccia a me nella
sala d'attesa." she smiled.
"I'm sorry, what did you say? Sala d'attesa? And what's
a 'sorella minor'?" I asked bewildered, as Italian was
like Greek to me.
"Oh, hihihi, mi scusi, I meant my little sister. I was
messaging her about the cute guy sitting opposite of me
in the waiting room!" she said jokingly to correct
herself.
"Oh! Okay... Nice... So... What 'cute guy' were you
talking about?" I asked, while I played ignorant and
looked left and right of me to see if I could see anyone
fitting that description. Of course I knew she meant me,
as I was the only person in the room besides her, though
I never thought of myself as a 'cute guy', and besides,
I just wanted to tease her a little.
"Hahaha, I meant you, tu mattacchione!" she laughed, and
then she asked, "So what are you doing?"
"Are you now insulting me in your language?" I asked
her.
"Hihi, nah, 'mattacchione' means 'funny guy'. So what
were you writing down about me?" she asked me again
while she sat herself down next to me.
"Oh, nothing much, I was just writing down what you look
like, and what you were doing." I explained.
"Oh? Per quale ragione? Uhh... I mean uhh... Why?" she
asked, intrigued now.
"Well, I write short stories, and this description of
you I might someday use as an inspiration for a new
story, or at least for a main character for a new
story." I further explained to the girl.
"Oh? You are uno scrittore? A writer? Che bello! So have
you published any books already?"
"Books? Nah, it's just a hobby for me. I publish my
stories on a website for amateur writers."
"Oh, okay. Quale tipo di racconti scrivi tu? Uhhh... I
mean, what kind of stories do you write?" she continued
to ask, she was really interested now.
"Uhm... The... Uhhh... Kind for... Uhhh... People... Of
uuhhh... Eighteen years and older..." I said a bit
hesitantly.
"Eighteen years and ol..." she repeated sheepishly, but
then it hit her, and she flinched from laughing, which
gave me unintendedly an excellent view of her beautiful
cleavage. "OH!! Hahaha!!! Quei tipi di racconti! Tu
cattivello!!" she laughed out loud.
"Thanks... I think..." I replied. I had no idea what she
just said.
"You're welcome!" she still laughed, and then, after she
took a couple of deep breaths, she said, "So you write
porn, huh? And you are going to write a story about me?
That's nice...For which website?"
"Uh, I don't think you know them, but do you mind if I
ask you something first?" I asked in return.
"Naturalmente! What do you want to know?" she asked.
"What's your name?"
"Ah! Sì! You are right. Hahaha! My name is Bianca, and
what's yours?" she asked in return.
"Bianca... Nice name. I'm Mark," I replied.
"Ah, Marco, bel nome! So what's the name of this
website?" she asked, as she really wanted to know.
"No, no, Mark, not 'Marco'." I said to correct her,
"It's an American website where people like me can send
in their work, and then the people who run the site
place it, so other visitors can read it. The place is
called 'The Kristen Archives'."
"Ahhh... The Kristen Archives... Uno buono sito, I come
there a lot, to read. There are some good stories there,
molto stimolanti!" Bianca said, pleased, "So you write
for them huh? Fantastico!"
"You know the place???" I asked, stunned to find out
that such a decent looking girl and so young also, would
visit such a site.
"Sì! I know it, I've been coming there for almost a year
and a half now!" she said enthusiastically.
"So what stories have you written?" she asked, very
interested now.
"Well, uhhh... My last ones were 'Train Games', 'Double
Trouble', 'Give me Back my Glue Stick' and 'Life as a
Teenage Sex-Slave'. Though that last one has only just
been submitted, so it's not yet online." I replied.
"Aaahhh, so you wrote 'Train Games'? Bene! I loved that
story! So then you are 'Maussie'? And you wrote 'Bite
Me' as well?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Incredibilmente! You are one of miei scrittori favoriti
on that site! I thought you were un'americano, and now I
find that you live right here, in my town! Magnifico!"
she shouted out happy.
"That's very nice to hear, thanks." I said, happy with
her compliment, and then I looked up for a moment, and
noticed something I did not like. "There goes my bus...
Damn it... Now I can wait thirty minutes for the next
one to show up."
"Sì, sì, mine just left as well. Now I it will be seven
o'clock before I get something to eat..." Bianca said, a
bit sad, she too had to wait for half an hour, and that
while it was close to dinnertime.
"Where were you going?" I asked.
"A casa mia ... Uhhh, home," Bianca replied.
"And where is your 'casa'?" I asked again, interested to
find out a bit more about this cute girl, who was a fan
of the Archives, just like I was.
"Al quartiere di Bilguardia." she replied, "But I have
to get groceries first, il mio frigorifero è vuoto."
"Quartiere di Bilguardia...?" I pondered, "Oh, Bilgaard!
Haha, okay. So you still have to go for groceries huh?
And it's almost six already. Yeah girl, then it will be
late before you get your dinner."
"Sure, rub it in... I haven't eaten anything since
lunch. Io ho fame!" Bianca whined.
"Well, if you want to, you can come with me. I have
spaghetti in the fridge, I made it yesterday, and
there's plenty left for two." I suggested, hoping that
she would take the offer so we could spend the evening
together.
"Ah sì! Feed the Italian girl spaghetti, why don't you
... Tipico," she said to that with a grin.
"Well, if you prefer junkfood, there's a snackbar around
the corner from where I live." I joked.
"Nah, spaghetti sono deliziosi. But I never eat it
myself!" she laughed.
'You're joking now, right?" I asked her.
"Sì, of course, tu ragazzo matto, I eat it at least once
a week. In fact, I had it just yesterday, but I will be
more than happy to take you on your offer. So do you
live close by? Can we walk it? I really want to taste
how le genti olandesi cook spaghetti! And then I want to
read more of your stories!"
"Okay then. My home is about fifteen minutes walking
from here, unless you want to wait for the bus," I said.
"Nah, is okay, andare a piedi è salutare." Bianca joked,
as she saw that I was somewhat overweight.
"No idea what you just said." I said to her, while I
picked up the heavier of her two bags. She did not
translate it however, so it must have been something
insulting. I could forgive her for it, as she was such a
beauty. Then we went on our way, towards the railway
station, which was right next to the bus station.
"So Bianca, what part of Italy are you from?" I asked,
while we walked through a small tunnel underneath a
railway line, that made the south entrance of the
railway station.
"Napoli," she replied.
"Ah, nice. And how did you end up over here? Are you a
student?" I asked.
"Sì, I study at the NHL, I am in my first year now,"
Bianca replied.
"You've only just moved here then, I take it?"
"Sì, during the summer. It is very different here
though, it was un grosso cambiamento d'aria," she said,
again sounding a bit sad, as if she missed her home back
in Italy.
"Sorry, what was that last bit?" I asked her.
"Oh... I keep doing that, sorry, my English is not so
good I'm afraid," she said to excuse herself, "I said it
was a big change, coming here. Not easy."
"I can imagine. You find it hard to adjust to our way of
life here in the north?" I asked, concerned now, while I
took her along many small streets and alleys to the
street where I lived.
"Sì, sì, abbastanza... Uhhh... Very much so, yes. Il
tempo... Uhh, the weather, the food, la lingua...
Uhhh... The language, il carattere della gente, la
velocità di vita in qui, it's so different here,
compared to back home." She said, and she really started
to feel down now, "I miss home, you know."
"Give it some time." I said, and didn't bother to ask
her for a translation. The expression on her face said
enough. Then I put my arm around her, which she liked,
as she give me a kiss on my cheek in return.
"Grazie. And thank you for being un'amico, a friend. I
appreciate that, I haven't made many friends here yet,
sadly."
"Is okay, that too will come in time." I said to comfort
her a bit, and then I asked, while I nodded at her bags,
"You've been away for the weekend?"
"Sì, visiting la famiglia." Bianca replied.
"In Italy???" I asked surprised, thinking that she would
travel all the way back home during the weekend.
"Hahaha!!! Nah, silly, in Amsterdam, dai miei zii ...
Uhhh... I mean my uncle and aunt. They live there."
"That's nice." I said, and then we walked into the
street where I lived.
***
We finally arrived at my place, a small 3-room apartment
in a poorer working class neighborhood. I let her in,
and while she went to check out my place, I quickly went
to kitchen to warm up the spaghetti. Fifteen minutes
later we both sat on my couch in the living room,
enjoying a huge hot plate of spaghetti, cooked by 'una
persona olandese'. Bianca tried her first bite, and I
looked at her in anticipation.
"Well?" I asked her.
"Delizioso!" she said, and I could tell she meant it,
"It's different as back home. It is uhhh... Ripieno...
Uhhh... Not sure how to say that in English... More
ingredients... But very nice. It could be a bit more
piccante though."
"Well, I'm glad you like it," I said, and then we
continued eating.
After dinner I went to do the dishes. Bianca offered to
help, but I said it was okay, I could manage by myself,
to which she said that back home no guy would do that,
as it wasn't macho. It made me laugh. Then I put Bianca
behind my pc so she could read some of my stories,
including stuff that I was still working on, and all too
soon she called out once more that I was 'one of her
favorite writers', which made me smile. I had a fan.
Then, after a while, I was still working in the kitchen,
I started hearing strange noises coming from the small
bedroom that I used as hobby room. I peeked around the
corner and saw Bianca. She had taken her jacket and
shoes off and had untied her hair, which now hung loose
around her head and came down over her shoulders. It
looked even more cute on her then the bun.
Then I noticed that was actually masturbating on one of
my unfinished stories. She had her right hand in her
pants and was rubbing herself, while she worked her
breasts with her other hand, and it looked so very hot.
She had a sultry look in her eyes and was letting out a
constant stream of muffled moans and yelps from
pleasure. I could tell that she was really enjoying what
she was doing.
I decided to stay and watch for a while, as she worked
herself. Then, sadly, she somehow noticed that I was
standing behind her. She turned her head and looked me
straight in my eyes. She had an uncomfortable smile, as
she knew that she had been caught red-handed. Her face
turned red from guilt and embarrassment, and she started
to giggle nervously.
"Hi," I said, to ease her a bit, "are you enjoying
yourself?"
It made her laugh.
"Sì," she sighed, "mi dispiace... I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to do this... But il tuo nuovo racconto... It was
so hot...."
"Is okay, Bianca," I said to her, "don't feel bad about
it, at least now I know that my stories have the right
effect on people."
Then I stepped closer to her. She still had her hand in
her pants, and was too embarrassed to pull it out. "Now
that's something that looks damn hot as well." I said,
while I was looking at her hand at her crotch, which she
now quickly pulled out, still somewhat ashamed that I
had caught her like that. But then I quickly placed my
hand on her crotch, I asked: "Would you like it if I did
that for you instead?"
She glanced at me for a bit, wondering if I was for
real, but then she started to smile. "Vieni con me." she
said, while she stood up, and then she added, "Just like
in your stories." Then she took me by my hand and guided
me back to the living room.
***
Once in the living room, she turned to me, embraced me
and started to kiss me. I took her by her waist and
kissed her back. Then I moved my hands underneath her t-
shirt and slowly brought them up, taking the piece of
cloth with me in the process. Feeling my fingers slide
across her body as gently as I did made Bianca giggle.
She brought her arms up, so I could pull her shirt
completely off over her head. Then I unbuckled her belt
and unbuttoned her jeans. With a simple move I let the
pants slide down her legs to her ankles. She stepped
willingly out of them. Now all she had left were her
bra, panties and her little pink socks.
I took a step back to look at her for a moment. She had
a cute and slender body. She had not a gram of fat on
her waist. Her not overly large but well rounded breasts
were held up by a black lace bra, and though they had
already looked great underneath her shirt, especially
when she offered me a view of her cleavage, now they
looked even better. I could clearly see her dark brown
nipples through the semi-translucent fabric.
Then my eyes moved down her body to her crotch, which
was decorated by a black lace panties, which matched her
bra. It too was semi-translucent and offered me a good
view of her black stripe of pubic hair, and the slit of
her pussy underneath it. I couldn't help but wet my lips
when I saw what she had to offer, and she noticed this.
It made her laugh.
"Ti piace quello che vedi?" she asked.
"What?"
"Hahaha! I asked 'like what you see?'" she repeated to
explain herself.
"Oh! Haha! Like it? I love it! Girl, you are beautiful,"
I said, and I meant it.
"Grazie!" Bianca smiled, and then she stepped forward.
She took hold of my t-shirt and quickly pulled it off
over my head. She let her fingers run across my chest
for a while, and then moved them down towards my jeans.
She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, like I
had done with hers, and then she squatted down and
pulled my jeans along with her in the process. She
helped me to step out of my pants and socks, and then
she rose up again. Now it was her turn to take a step
back and look me over for a bit.
"Hmm... Non male. Un poco robusto, però attraente." she
said with a smile, which gave me the idea that she too
liked what she saw.
Next she squatted down again, on to her knees, and then
reached for my crotch. With one quick move, she had
taken my dick, already half-hard, out of my black briefs
and started rubbing it, to make it fully hard. She took
hold of the shaft with both of her small hands, placing
thumb against thumb, and then she slowly moved her hands
up and down to stimulate the tender flesh. And every now
and then she caressed the head a little with her thumbs,
especially if a little bit of pre-cum appeared there.
And it worked, her treatment, before I knew it, my dick
was rock-hard.
Then Bianca slowly moved her head forwards and opened
her mouth a bit. Carefully she took the tip of the head
of my dick, and licked it for a bit with her tongue.
Feeling that soft organ caressing my dick felt truly
great, and it made my dick even harder then it already
was.
"Hmmm... Bianca... That feels great... Keep going,
girl..." I sighed from pleasure.
It made her giggle some more, and then she took the
entire head of my dick in her mouth. Now she started
sucking on my dick, as if she had a lollipop in her
mouth, while she slowly kept on rubbing the shaft with
one hand, and cupping my balls with her other to gently
squeeze them a bit, and bloody hell, that felt great.
And all this time she quietly moaned as if she was
eating something delicious. This girl had obviously done
this before, was all I could think.
She kept this up for a while, sometimes rubbing me fast,
sometimes slow. And every now and then she would take my
dick further into her mouth, almost to the entrance of
her throat, only to let out a little gag when I did hit
her there, and then she would quickly pull my dick
completely out again, with a popping sound. Then would
look up to me for a bit, to see if I still liked what
she was doing for me, to which I responded to with a
content smile, and then she would take my dick
immediately in again. This way she really worked my
flesh well, and slowly she drove me to my climax.
"Ohhh yeah... I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, and Bianca
immediately responded by taking my dick even further
into her mouth.
I had thought for sure that she would pull out, but she
didn't. She kept her lips sealed tightly around the
shaft, while she kept on rubbing and sucking. Then my
moment came, and I shot my cum into the girl's mouth.
Still she did not retreat, but kept my dick firmly in
her mouth, allowing me to dump all of my cum in there.
And then, when I shot no more into her, she started
sucking and rubbing even harder, milking the last of
out, until my dick was empty. Then she swallowed, and I
could feel through my dick how my cum mixed in with her
saliva, disappeared out of her mouth, and down to her
stomach. Then she reluctantly let go of my dick.
Now she gazed at me with big, questioning eyes, hoping
that I had enjoyed it, and I looked back at that little
Italian girl in utmost amazement. "Bianca, that was so
hot! Can't believe you did that!" I said to her, while I
helped her back on her feet. She giggled. "Grazie! Che
io lo diletti altrettanto." she smiled.
"Indeed, and now it's your turn." I said after I had
given her a kiss to thank her for the best blowjob I had
ever had, and she looked at me wondering what I had in
mind for her. "Fottiamo?" she asked, but I did not
reply. First of all, I had no idea what 'fottiamo'
meant, and second of all, I already knew what I wanted
to do for her.
I started with standing behind her to unhook her bra. It
easily came loose and she let it drop on the floor
without any problems. She made no effort to hide her
naked breasts for me. They looked beautiful, full yet
not overly large, with small dark brown nipples.
I moved my hands underneath her arms to her front and
placed them on her breasts, cupping them. Next I
massaged them for a bit, and they felt nice, as nice as
they looked. The skin was soft and warm, but the breasts
themselves felt firm and round, like real teenage tits
should feel. Then I began to caress her nipples, making
them harder than they already were, while I started to
kiss her. First on her shoulder, and then I moved up to
her neck and cheek.
"Hmmm... Come ti sento bene... Bellissimo..." she
quietly whispered with a huge smile on her face. She
closed her eyes while she enjoyed the gentle touches.
Next I started to moved my hands slowly along her body
down to her abdomen. I let them slide over her diaphragm
and across her tight belly down to her waist. It made
her giggle once more, and she flinched a bit, as I was
gently tickling her while my hands went down. She looked
over her shoulder at my face, and gave me a kiss on my
mouth. "Tu sei un tormentatore!" she laughed. I grinned
a bit and kissed her back, this bit of Italian I had
understood.
"As long as you enjoy it, Bianca, as long as you enjoy
it..." I said to make sure that she understood that I
did not want to do anything to her she did not want me
to do. I was after all a good nineteen years older than
her.
"Hmmm... Fallo, fallo... Io godo di!" she moaned some
more when she felt my hands stroking her crotch through
the fabric of her panties.
I grabbed Bianca's panties with both hands, and then I
squatted down, pulling the thin piece of lace fabric
with me. She stepped willingly out of the little piece
of clothing, and was completely naked. The cute Italian
girl had a lovely rectangular stripe of black pubic hair
above her pussy. It looked so sexy on her. She turned
around to face me, and embraced me once more when I had
gotten back up on my feet. She wanted to kiss me, but I
told her to lie down on the couch. Bianca did this, in
full anticipation of what was to come next.
"Spread your legs a little, Bianca." I told my beautiful
Italian playmate for the evening. She did this, and then
I went down on my knees in front of her, between her
legs. I moved my hands to her crotch and started rubbing
it. First just her pussy lips, but quickly her entire
vulva, even letting my fingers slide between her lips.
"Wowwww..." Bianca moaned, when she felt my hands on her
vagina. She started to squirm a bit from pleasure,
closed her eyes and brought her hands to her breasts, to
play with them, like she and I had already done before
this evening. She cupped them, and squeezed them, and
slowly caressed her nipples, while I worked her pussy.
And slowly she went nuts from excitement.
I started to thrust my index finger into her cunt, and
then my middle finger as well, slowly moving them in and
out of her vagina, in a fucking motion. "Hmmmmm...
Ooohhhh... Yeah..." Bianca moaned, and she started to
bite her lip due to the overflow of arousal she felt
from being finger-fucked by me.
I noticed that some of her pussy juices had appeared
around her slit, so I gently bend my head down a bit and
started to kiss her pussy and lick the juices up while I
wrapped my arms around her thighs. Now she really went
crazy and started to seriously squirm wildly about on
the couch.
"Oohhh Marco...!! Come ti sento ancora ancora...!!" she
cried out when she felt my tongue poking at the entrance
of her vagina licking up her juices and tickling her
most private parts in the process.
It would take only very little to drive her over the
edge, and I did so when I moved my mouth to her clit,
and started fondling that thing with my tongue. Bianca
let out a yelp, and then shuddered her entire body,
before she went limp and relaxed. She remained lying
like that for a while, with her eyes closed, and softly
moaning, still enjoying the feeling from her orgasm.
"Did you like that, Bianca?" I asked her. I already knew
the answer.
She looked up at me. I was still squatted down between
her legs. She smiled and said: "Sì, tu sei un grande
lamante, era formidabile!"
Then she looked at me with that same horny, questioning
look, wondering what we would do next, and she asked
once more: "Fottiamo?"
"What does that mean, Bianca?" I asked her curiously.
"Hihihi... I asked you if you want to fuck me now," she
whispered.
I looked her in the eyes. "Yeah... Fottiamo it is," I
whispered back, which made her chuckle. Then I grabbed
her by her butt and pulled her closer to the edge of the
couch, where I still stood on my knees. She still had
her legs spread wide for me.
She glanced at me for a moment when she saw me
hesitating because we had no condom. She put her hands
on my head to encourage me and said: "Però fai tu...
It's okay, I don't mind, and it's safe."
That was all I needed to hear. I took my dick in my hand
and placed it against her slit. She gasped when she felt
it. Bianca was very wet between her legs, so first I let
my dick slide along her pussy for a couple of times,
taking on some of her juices to make it wet. Then I
placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her canal,
I took her by her waist, and gently pushed in.
This made her gasp once more and started moaning, when
she felt my rigid dick enter her body. It went in easy,
partly because of how wet she was, and partly because
there was no obstruction anymore. I regretted this a
bit, she was no virgin anymore. But still, she was a
lovely girl, and I loved to fuck her, and so when I was
completely inside her, I started thrusting right away.
Slowly, moving my body back and forth, and quickly we
both got very, very hot.
"Mmmm... Io voglio tutto il tuo cazzo dentro di me," she
sighed during her moans. I had no idea what she said,
but it was in Italian, and that alone made it already
sound oh so sexy.
I started thrusting harder into the Italian girl,
driving my dick all the way into her cunt. It made her
pant and moan louder. She locked her legs around me and
embraced me, while I started to play with her breasts
again.
"Ooohhh Marco... Fotti mi..." Bianca panted. She had
closed her eyes and was all sweaty and was nearing her
climax. Her second one of the evening. She pushed her
pelvis up to give me more access and pulled my upper
body closer to hers. I now crawled more on top of her,
and on the couch, while I wrapped my arms around her
upper body, while I kept on thrusting into her pussy,
ever harder now. She responded by kissing me again. This
was one hot, passionate Italian girl.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. "VENGO VENGO!!" she yelled
out, and then her body shivered. I felt a warm wetness
flow along my dick. Then I gave a couple more thrusts
before I felt that my moment had come as well.
"I'm cumming..." I grunted, and then I grabbed her even
more firmly then I already did. I pushed her hot body
against me and then I pushed my dick in as far as I
could. Then I froze for a moment, and shot my second
load of cum into her body. And I could feel her body
working. She tightened her muscles in her abdomen around
my dick, squeezing every last bit of cum out of it.
I remained in Bianca for a couple of more minutes,
during which we kissed and hugged and said sweet things
to each other. Then my dick went soft and I pulled out.
She let go of me and I sat down on the couch next to
her. She quickly crawled up to my right side and cuddled
up against me. I put my arm around her and she placed
her head on my shoulder and her right hand on my chest.
We were both somewhat exhausted. Exhausted yet overly
satisfied.
"Ti amo," she whispered.
"Love you too, Bianca," I replied, and then I gave her a
kiss on her forehead.
This made her giggle once more, that little exotic
looking cutie. She glanced at me, and then let her hand
slide down from my chest to my groin, where she once
again took my half-hard dick out of my briefs. She
jerked it a couple of times until it was hard again, and
then, before I knew it, she had crawled on to my lap and
had taken my dick in her pussy. This girl was
insatiable.
She put her hands on my shoulders and I took her by her
waist. Then she slowly started rocking her lower body on
my dick. I smiled. "You just can't get enough of it, can
you?" I joked.
Bianca laughed. "Io sono in fiamme!" she replied with a
very hoarsely voice now, while she continued to fuck me.
I moved my hands up her body and started to caress her
chest a bit more, just like the way this evening had
started. I massaged her firm round breasts and tickled
her already very hard and swolled nipples, pinched them
a little, which made Bianca let out a yelp from joy.
Then I bent my head a little while I placed my arms
around her back, and started to kiss her breasts, and
especially, her nipples.
"Hmmmm... Yeah... Oohhh Marco..." Bianca moaned. She had
her eyes closed and enjoyed every little caress, and she
even forgot to buck her groin into mine. I saw this as a
sign to try something new. I grabbed her firmly by her
butt, and then, while keeping my dick inside her, I
carried her off. She quickly embraced me and locked her
legs around my waist to prevent herself from falling.
"Che fai?" she asked me surprised, when we entered my
bedroom. I said nothing, I just grinned a bit and was
happy that I was able to get my briefs off while I
carried her.
In the bedroom, I opened up the bathroom door and
stepped inside.
"Aahhh... Capisco. Buona idea!" Bianca sighed, pleased,
as she now understood what I had in mind. We were both
pretty sweaty and needed to get clean again, and besides
that, there's nothing like fucking while taking a
shower.
I quickly turned on the water, nice and warm, and then I
stepped underneath it, with Bianca still impaled on my
dick. "Eeewww..." she let out, the moment she felt the
soothing water on her body. Then I pushed her back
against the wall, and started thrusting into her again.
We were both pretty worked up by now and it didn't take
long for both of us to come. And for both of us it was
the third time that evening.
***
After I pulled out of her and let her back down on the
floor, Bianca took the shower gel and we soaped each
other in, and we massaged each other's body in the
process. When we were done showering, we dried ourselves
off and got dressed again, and I noticed that she kept
on glancing at me with a very amorous look in her eyes.
It was late, and she had to leave for home, something we
both regretted.
"I can't persuade you to stay here for the night,
Bianca?" I asked her.
"No, mi dispiace, I have to get up early tomorrow.
Scuola... Uhhh... School." she replied.
"Pity." I said.
"Sì, but maybe next time I could stay, maybe for a
weekend. Or you could stay with me." she then suggested,
which made me very happy, she wanted this to be more
than just a onetime affair, as did I.
"Sounds good to me, I'll keep you to that." I grinned.
Then she got her bags.
"Got everything?" I asked.
"Sì."
"Then I'll walk you to the bus stop."
"Grazie!" she smiled. And off we went. She had about ten
minutes for the bus to arrive, so we had plenty of time,
as the bus stop was only one minute away. Once we
arrived there, we had to say our goodbyes. We had
exchanged phone numbers, addresses and email addresses,
and made plans to see each other again, and were now
just killing time while we waited for the bus to arrive.
"I had a great evening, Bianca. You are a wonderful girl
and I'm pretty sure I have fallen in love with you," I
said.
"I enjoyed it too, you are un grande amante, and I think
I have fallen in love with you as well," she replied.
Then the bus came around the corner.
"Well, we'll call, or email, and we'll see each other
again the coming weekend at your place, or sooner, that
would be even better," I said.
"Sì, then I can cook you spaghetti Italian style!" she
laughed.
Then the bus stopped next to us. Bianca gave me one last
hug, and we kissed, and then she had to get on. "Ciao,
amore mio. Arrivederci!" she said as she waved me
goodbye.
"Goodbye my little Italian cutie, see ya!" I replied,
and then the bus drove off, and I went back home while
cherishing the memory of a great evening with a lovely
fan, and possibly even a girlfriend to be.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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