I had never been in a tornado or a hurricane or any other natural disaster. But I had watched enough of the Weather Channel to know that I had a better chance of surviving one of those than the storm called Jenna Swallow that had swept into my life one rainy night three months ago.
I didn’t blame her, but Danny, my fiancé of four months at the time. He wasn’t my first boyfriend, so I was used to breakups. But usually you’d think someone who had gotten down on one knee on the front stoop to my brownstone—the same place we’d had our first kiss—and professed to love me “to eternity and back” if I would be his wife, wouldn’t wake up one day and change his mind.
Blame probably wasn’t even the best word. I should be thanking Danny, actually. If he hadn’t been such an ass, I would never have stumbled upon Maggie’s Lounge and my old classmate Jenna. Or broken my hand punching Danny. Or embraced my hidden lesbian side.
I sighed and glanced to my right. Jenna slept peacefully, her head on her shoulder, a tiny pillow wedged beneath her soft cheek. Two small, white cords draped over her chest, rising and falling with her even breaths. They led to a black iPod cupped loosely in her hands on her lap.
Those hands… I groaned softly. I had come to know them quite intimately. How little I had known what her world consisted of. What five little fingers could really do.
Tease. Please. Torture. Comfort.
I moved my gaze to the left, out the oval window of the plane to the night sky. Somewhere below was the Atlantic Ocean. Behind us, Chicago. Before us, Tuscany.
I closed my eyes to dam the threatening well of emotion building inside. This was supposed to be my honeymoon. Danny had rented the villa as his present to me. Two weeks, just him and I celebrating the beginning of our lives together. Wedded bliss.
Jenna moaned and I turned to her. She was smiling up at me. “Hey, beautiful.”
I returned her smile, pushing away the thoughts of what should have been. “Hey, yourself.”
“What time is it?” She tugged at her ear buds and started to sit up.
“No, relax.” I patted her hand and she laid back again. “We’re still over the ocean. Sleep.”
“Yes, dear.” Her smirk made me giggle.
“From what I’ve been told, we won’t be sleeping much on this trip.” I blushed when she lifted my hand to her lips.
“Your source was correct. You should get some sleep, too.”
She giggled this time. It was a low but musical sound that gave me happy goosebumps. She leaned forward a little. “How are you doing?”
I wiggled the fingers on my left hand. “A little achy, but otherwise pretty good. I hope the doc was wrong when he said I might have long-lasting side effects. In any case, I could use a massage later. They really help.”
“Of course, Kat. And when you’ve fully recovered in a few months, I’ll teach you how to do them to me. Giving them is just as pleasing as receiving.”
I raised my eyebrows. I could hardly believe anything—besides sex—was better than getting one of Jenna’s erotic massages. They were that good.
“There, that will give you something to dream about. Now, sleep, Kat.”
I closed my eyes and let the hum of the engines, the soft hissing of the air conditioning, and the subtle rocking of the plane lull me to dreamland. It didn’t hurt that Jenna laced her fingers through mine and held our hands between us, her thumb lightly stroking my skin.
I found myself following Jenna around like a lost puppy dog, much like I had the night I ran into her at Maggie’s Lounge…and practically every day ever since. I had never been out of the country. My passport had broken her cherry on this trip. I had no idea what I was doing or where to go. Thank God Jenna did.
I knew we had landed in Paris where we needed to catch our connecting flight that would take us to Florence. From there, we had to take a train to Grosetto, where our villa was. We had an hour layover, and I spent most of it staring out the windows on either side of the terminal, wishing we had more time.
I was in Paris. Paris, France. And I was stuck in a damn airport!
“Am I going to have to tie you down?” Jenna laughed from her seat where she casually sat with her legs crossed, a magazine spread open on her lap, a cup of coffee in one hand.
I gasped and stopped pacing. We had not tried that yet, but she had hinted at it several times. Maybe…
“Kat? Are you okay?”
I stuck out my lower lip. “Couldn’t we have come sooner? Maybe stayed a couple of days at least? It’s Paris! If I had only known…”
She smiled and stood, the magazine plopping to the ground. She finished her drink, tossed the cup into the nearby trash can, and put her hands on my shoulders. By the firm line of her mouth, I felt like a child being chastised for my whining.
“Kat, shh.” She kissed me, right on the lips.
I jerked back involuntarily and glanced around. Then I blushed and hung my head. Nope, not a child now. More like a teenager who’d been caught fooling around.
Her grip tightened. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t think you’re ready for displays of affection in public. But you need to settle down. I have everything taken care of.”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Paris is on the way home, too. I wouldn’t let you miss it, sweetie. There was no time beforehand with the villa’s reservations and our work schedules.”
I kissed her then. Soundly. Her cheeks were warm beneath my palms when I cupped her face, holding her to me. When I started to jump up and down, though, she wrapped her arms around me and grounded me with a deep sigh.
“Now, be a good girl and sit your butt down before you drive everyone insane. We should be boarding soon.”
I stilled, two of her words echoing in my head. A knot tightened deliciously in my stomach, and I obeyed. This was going to be one hell of a trip!
And as if we’d never had the conversation, Jenna casually picked up the magazine, sat back down, and flipped to the next page.
The Amerigo Vespucci International Airport was tiny. I half wondered if it was a legitimate airport with its single runway. Jenna approached an information desk and spoke in fluent Italian to the petite woman sitting on the other side of the glass. Their exchange was quick, and then I was chasing after Jenna to collect our baggage. We were in a taxi on the way to the train station before I was able to catch my breath.
“You speak Italian?” I tore my eyes away from the view outside my window for only a second to glance at her.
“And French. I studied abroad for a year in college.”
“Of course you did.” I shook my head and returned to sightseeing in rapid motion. There were old buildings mixed in with the new ones. It looked very modern for such an old city. Then again, society had to advance some if we were flying in planes and traveling by automobiles and trains now.
After another small whirlwind, we boarded the train, stowed our luggage, and took our seats for the next hour.
“I need the world to stop spinning. I’m not even drinking.” I closed my eyes. My head hurt, and not just from the time changes. I kind of felt like crying. I got that way when I was overly frustrated…or exhausted, as was the case right now.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I forgot how hectic traveling overseas can be. We’ll just have to spend the next two weeks relaxing. In our villa.” She giggled and gripped my hands.
I cracked an eye open. “Wait, are you getting excited? You’ve been Ms. Calm & Collected this whole trip so far.”
“Yeah, maybe a little.”
Huh. I would never have known.
It was my intent to stay awake. It wasn’t every day you took a train through Florence, Italy. But the next thing I knew, Jenna was shaking me from my slumber.
“Come on, sleepyhead. We’re in Grosetto.”
“Already? Didn’t we just get on the train?” I sat up and saw people shuffling down the aisle in both directions.
“Yes, an hour ago. And if you don’t get up, they’ll leave with us still on board.” Jenna scooted into the aisle herself, saying “Mi scusi” as she bumped into other passengers. Then she yelled over her shoulder, “Kat, move it!”
I jumped up and grabbed my shoulder bag. Then I was being pushed down the aisle like a slow moving tidal wave. Somehow, I remembered to collect my luggage at the front of the car before I stumbled down the stairs where I met up with more chaos.
Jenna was a few feet ahead of me, pushing through the crowd with ease. I was less graceful. I think I ran over at least a dozen feet with my rolling suitcase. The most I could do was mumble “Mi scusi” and tell myself I’d never see these people again in my lifetime.
We were in the backseat of a taxi heading away from the train station when I realized our situation. We were in Tuscany…without our own transportation. I had no idea how far away the villa was from the rest of civilization. We would be isolated. What if…
“Jenna?” My hand shook as I laid it on her arm.
“Un momento,” Jenna said to me and continued talking to the driver in Italian.
I assumed she was giving him directions, but I was a bit perturbed that she had silenced me. In another language. Once more, I felt like a chastised child.
I sat back in a huff, crossed my arms, and stared out the window. The scene slowly morphed from city buildings, to residential homes, and then to lush countryside. It seemed idyllic. Exactly what my life was not right now.
“I’m sorry, Kat. I just wanted to make sure he knew where we were going.” Jenna gently took my recovering hand and set it in her lap, massaging it starting at the fingertips. “You have my undivided attention for the next ninety minutes.”
I blew out my breath, causing wisps of hair to float around my face before settling back down again in my eyes. I used my free hand to brush them away and glanced at her. “We’re going to be stranded, aren’t we? No car?”
“Sweetie,” she whispered, leaning over to brush her lips against mine, “you won’t want to leave the villa. Trust me. I’ll make sure you don’t.”
Maybe it was nerves. Maybe it was jetlag. Maybe it was the reality of the end of one relationship and the possibility of another crashing down on me. Whatever it was, it unleashed the tears I had been holding back. They trickled at first until they became a hot torrent of emotion soaking my already burning cheeks.
“Oh, Kat.” Jenna didn’t need to say anything more. She pulled my head to her shoulder and wrapped her arms around me.
I could hear Jenna’s heart beating against my ear. The thought of her supple breast right below my cheek sent warm shivers up my spine. My breath caught, and I nuzzled against her. I was turning to face her, tempted to suck at her nipple right through her top, when she tilted my chin up.
“No, Kat.” Her gaze was knowing. Understanding. And adamant.
Shudders rippled across my belly. How well she had come to know me.
“We will have plenty of time to enjoy each other at the villa. Now sit up.” She pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped at my eyes and cheeks. “Enjoy the view. It’s not every day you’re in Tuscany.”
I could only nod and obey. I turned to the outside view again. Rolling hills of green went on forever into the horizon, broken by the occasional grouping of trees or a vineyard or a villa.
Jenna continued to massage my left hand. But although it was relaxing, that was the last thing I wanted to feel right now. I was anxious. Curious. Horny. We couldn’t get to that villa fast enough.
Danny had planned to surprise me with the honeymoon trip, but I had found a folded-up paper with all of the details in his jacket one night. So I did what any other person would have done in my shoes: I didn’t tell him.
Instead, I waited until he had left for work the next day before going online to view the website he had listed. The pictures alone were gorgeous. I couldn’t believe I would actually be there. With him.
I had spent the entire day dreaming about the two of us. What we would do in each of the rooms. How we would spend two weeks…fourteen days…three-hundred and thirty-six hours together. Hopefully, half of that time would be in each other’s arms saying how much we loved the other, mostly without words.
When he left me, I used my knowledge of the trip as leverage. If he gave me the tickets, I wouldn’t foot him with the emergency room bill from the night I had decked him for walking out on me. I think it was more than a fair deal. He didn’t need to know that my insurance had covered the hospital visit.
So here I was, on my way to the villa, with Jenna, my new BFF. Currently, I considered her a friend-with-benefits kind of girl. I wasn’t really sure what she considered me, but I was willing to bet it was something more than just a friend. She was so patient with me, but I knew she wanted more.
I remembered the first time we were together. She went down on me, and I was in pure heaven. I had tried—and failed miserably—to reciprocate the next day. She’d spent several hours demonstrating on my own body how she liked to be touched and letting me try it on her. That had been fun. I had almost forgotten about Danny…until he’d called to ask how my hand was. Jenna had picked up the phone and told him to go to hell, but not in such nice words.
I laughed now, thinking about how mad she had been. I had calmed her down with a long kiss, trying to perfect that method on her. I was much better at that than giving her oral sex.
“What’s so funny, Kat?” Jenna handed the driver a wad of bills and then opened her door.
“Just thinking of our first real night together. How you told Danny off.”
“Do NOT say the D-word on this trip!” There was fire in her eyes as she leaned toward me, gripping my chin. “I’m warning you right now.”
I gulped. “Sorry.”
“Good girl. Now get out so we can go explore our villa together.”
I blinked and then stared out the open door after her. It was like looking through a doorway to another world. I scooted forward and slowly stepped out, testing the ground as if entering a pool for the first time to gauge the temperature.
My shoe touched gravel. Italian gravel. My lungs breathed in crisp, clean air. My eyes jumped around, trying to take everything in at once. From the wildflowers in clay pots, to the stone house with a covered portico open to the elements, to the shade trees surrounding the driveway. We were in a real Italian villa! No, wait, ‘Scuderia Apartment’ as the brochure called it. It wasn’t just any villa. Like Jenna said, it was ‘our’ villa. I must have been dreaming.
“Kat, get your ass out of that taxi, or you’re going back to America alone.”
I grinned at Jenna and got out, closing the door behind me. “Yes, Ma’am.”
The driver waved at us and turned the car around. As soon as he was out of sight, Jenna grabbed my arms and pulled me to her.
I moaned, the feeling of her soft lips crushed against mine sending all kinds of signals down between my legs.
“You know you only get to call me that in the bedroom.” Her tongue lashed against mine, her hands roughly holding my face to hers now.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I swallowed her moan and gripped the back of her shoulders. Technically, this whole place was going to be our bedroom, if I had anything to say about it. But I was still anxious to see the rest of our rendezvous, so I gently pushed her away.
“Kat?” Jenna was so cute when she scrunched up her eyes and nose like that in confusion.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life to get to Tuscany, we can make out later.” I grabbed the handle on my suitcase and headed toward the portico.
The floor was red-dyed concrete, the ceiling overhead rough-hewn beams. A wooden table and two chairs sat facing the lush countryside. A light breeze drifted through the three open sides, giving me goosebumps. I inhaled the scent of wildflowers and closed my eyes.
It would be lovely to sit out here and watch the sunrise. Drink some wine at midday. Fuck my girlfriend under the stars. Oh yeah, I could see all of that.
I smacked my hand over my mouth. Had I just thought of Jenna as my girlfriend? Was it my true feelings, my subconscious coming through? Or just the thrill of the moment?
“The door should be unlocked. The realtor said the key would be on the kitchen table along with a folder of paperwork,” Jenna said, breaking through my daydream.
Together, we turned the knob, and slowly the door swung open. For a moment, we just stared. Then we turned to each other and grinned. Which led to us jumping up and down, giggling. We tumbled inside, dragging our baggage with us. Then we slowly turned around, taking in the open-floor plan before we screeched like little girls.
It was gorgeous! Small, like a loft apartment, but still plenty big enough for the two of us. We were standing in what I guess was the kitchen-slash-dining area. There was a small sink and stove off to the left in an alcove. Directly to the left of that past an arched wall that spanned the width of the building was a sitting area. It looked very cozy with a couch, chair, and long low table arranged in front of a fireplace. A short set of stairs led up, but I wasn’t sure where to since it was a one-story building. I made a mental note to explore that later.
On our right through another arch was a bed and a single dresser. On either side of the bed was a closed door. I hoped one of them led to a bathroom. After our long trip, I could really use a shower. Or maybe just a dip in the in-ground pool out back that the brochure had also touted.
“Did you know it was going to look like this?” Jenna grabbed my hand and pulled me against her.
I couldn’t answer because her mouth covered mine. I moaned, nodding.
“I’m so excited, I could take you right here on this table.”
I gulped, my body suddenly on fire. “Then take me.”
Jenna growled and backed me up against the hunk of wood situated in the middle of the main room. A flowerpot centerpiece wobbled noisily behind me as I gripped the edge of the table and hopped up to rest my butt on top. Jenna grabbed the pot and set it on the floor. Good idea. We didn’t want to break anything within the first ten minutes of being here.
“We are going to christen Scuderia.” Her breath was hot against my cheek as she exhaled. Then her tongue thrust between my lips to play with my tongue. She parted my knees, her hands cool against my skin below the hem of my shorts.
I could only nod again. I was panting, gripping at her arms, trying to hold her against me. She shoved my hands away and broke our kiss long enough to tug my T-shirt out of my shorts and pull it up over my head. She tossed the shirt aside and locked lips with me again, her hands cupping my breasts through my bra.
The woman was a conundrum. So relaxed and in control the entire trip from America. But once we were in private, she was uncontrollably horny. I was not complaining, just stating a fact.
I groaned against her mouth, arching my back so my breasts pressed harder into her hands. I never got tired of how she squeezed and twisted them in the same motion. But I wanted her hands—her mouth—on my flesh.
“Jenna,” I managed to gasp before she bit my lower lip and sucked on it.
“Shh, I know.” Her fingers trailed up my arms to my shoulders. They slid down my shoulderblades until they reached the strap of my bra and released the hooks so it fell slack between us.
Then I was falling, laying flat on my back on the table. I almost complained as my head thumped against the wood, but her hands cupped my bared breasts and her thumbs stroked my nipples. They hardened immediately. I clenched my thighs around her hips.
“Oh, God, Jenna.” I reached up to caress her arms. I cried out when her mouth dropped to my right breast and bit my nipple. Hard. I struggled to breathe and think at the same time.
She moaned against my skin, her tongue lapping like a kitten drinking milk. I wiggled beneath her, moving my hands down to undo my button and zipper on my shorts. But she brushed my hands away and did the deed herself.
“You are so fucking hot, Kat.” In one swift move, she yanked my shorts off and leaned down to sniff my pussy through my panties.
The smile that stretched across her face was a mixture of pure pleasure and mischievousness. I’d seen it before. She was in her Domme mode, one I had only recently discovered she had. And while I enjoyed being kinky with her, there were times I just wanted good old-fashioned romance, too. At this moment, though, it was the former.
My vision was cloudy and my mouth dry. I licked my lips, arching my pelvis up to her. One of her favorite things to do to me was withhold orgasms. But I was so turned on right now… “I don’t know how long I can hold off, hun.”
“Try, sweetie. Try.” She slid her hands down one leg, pulled off my tennis shoe and sock, tossed them to the floor by my pile of discarded clothes, and propped my foot on top of the table. She repeated the same with my other leg so that my knees were upright and spread apart, my pussy bared to her save for the thin scrap of fabric covering it.
Oh, how I wanted her to take those panties off. I whimpered and scooted my butt closer to her.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Jenna pulled up the chair beside her and sat between my legs, her nose in line with my pussy.
I couldn’t see her now, the swells of my breasts blocking my vision. I grabbed both of them in my hands and rolled my nipples between my fingers and thumbs. If I couldn’t see what was going on, I could at least enhance my arousal.
“Fuck!” I jumped at least a foot off the table when I felt her finger run down the length of my pussy, pushing against the fabric.
“Shh, shh, shh.” Her finger stroked again, harder this time.
I bit my lip and tasted blood. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, letting my legs fall open more naturally. My breath hitched when her finger slid under the edge of my panties and the back of her finger stroked up and down across the width of my lower lips.
“So swollen, sweetie. So nice.” Her voice was a soft purr. She moaned as she twisted her hand and dipped her fingertip between my lips. “So wet, too.”
The next thing I knew, she had pulled the fabric aside and was licking my pussy from top to bottom. Her tongue flicked at my clit, making me shudder and cry out.
Her words hummed against my skin, and I clenched my eyes tighter to hold off the building pressure. I pinched my nipples, trying to draw my mind away from where Jenna was teasing me between my legs. It was difficult. So very difficult. All I wanted to do was reach that pinnacle and fall over. It was always such a sweet ride.
It didn’t help that she pushed a finger into my tight hole, stroking me slowly. Then she added a second finger and increased the speed. Her mouth latched onto my clit, her heavy breathing warming my already hot pussy, her hair rubbing against my inner thighs. Her moans grew louder, mingling with mine in a wonderful symphony.
Then her mouth was gone, and all that remained were her stroking fingers. I was so wet that I heard the squishing over my own moans. I dug my heels into the tabletop, wanting so bad to just let go.
“Kat, sweetie, come for me.”
That’s all I needed to hear. A couple of more thrusts and I was screaming her name, writhing on the hard wood beneath me. Her hand slowed down until it stopped completely, her fingers still buried inside me. My muscles still contracted, my breath shuddering out of me as I relaxed once more.
“I bet they didn’t imagine we’d use the table for that.” Jenna laughed and gently pulled her hand free, caressing my thighs as she stood up. She kissed both of my breasts before lightly kissing me on the lips. “You okay?”
My voice was gone for the moment, so I smiled up at her, reaching for her face to stroke her cheek.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, sit up. I think we both should take a nap. It’s been a long morning.”
I yawned and rolled over onto my back. Jenna was still sleeping on her side, facing away from me. The sun was setting outside the window. We’d slept the entire day away. But I guess that’s what you had to do sometimes to recharge. We still had a lot of free time left, though.
I replayed our table scene. How much I enjoyed it when she controlled me. The thought made me smile and shiver. I turned back to Jenna and reached out, lightly running my hand up and down her arm. I still couldn’t believe we were finally here.
And yet, we were, lying in our bed in our villa.
She had removed her clothes before we cuddled under the covers and drifted off. Now, her bare back called to me. I scooted forward and kissed her left shoulderblade, letting my tongue dart out to lick her. Trailing kisses along the way, I moved towards the middle of her back. Then I ran the tip of my tongue down her spine. I knew she had woken when she shivered and moaned softly.
“You are asking for trouble.” She started to roll toward me, but I put my hand on her hip to stop her.
“No, my turn.”
“I like those words.” She smiled at me over her shoulder. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Roll onto your stomach.” I wasn’t too good at ‘topping from the bottom’ as they call it in the BDSM world. When we did kinky, I usually let her lead. But if she wanted it, I’d give it a try. “Put your hands under the pillow.”
I stifled a giggle. When she was situated how I wished, I straddled her legs. My bare pussy tingled as it rubbed against her ass, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and leaned forward.
I started at her neck, brushing her hair away, and kissed her lightly. I ran my lips along the graceful curve down to her shoulder. I nipped lightly and then licked at the light impressions from my teeth.
“I thought you said you didn’t bite.” Her laughter made me smile.
“I said I didn’t bite hard. Unless you asked me to.” I nipped at her again, this time not easing the pain, which made her gasp. I moved up her arm with my kisses until I reached her bent elbow. I repeated the process back down her arm, across her shoulders, and up the other side.
By the time I returned to her neck, Jenna was shaking beneath me. As I scooted back, I made sure to press my breasts against her skin, rubbing my hardened nipples into her shoulderblades. She wiggled her ass, and I shook this time, feeling the sensations deep into my pussy.
When I sat up, I fondled my breasts. Jenna’s back so was smooth. And she had a tattoo of a lily and trailing vines on her right side. It was intricate and colorful. I enjoyed teasing it most times with my fingers. Today, I chose to use my tongue.
I lay between her legs, my breasts now smashed against her lower back. I held her sides, my fingers sliding up and down, teasing the sides of her breasts. And then I lowered my mouth to her tattoo. Starting at the top, I traced each petal of the flower. Each leaf. Each vine. And when I was done, I started over until she was shuddering and whimpering.
“Do you want more, hun?” I ran the flat of my tongue from bottom to top of the drawing.
“Yes, please. More.” Her pants and moans made my stomach clench with desire.
“So be it.”
I slid back further and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. I darted my tongue out and licked at her pussy, thrusting just the tip inside her vagina. She shook even more beneath me. When she started mumbling my name, I stroked a finger through her wet folds until I brushed her clit. She cried out then.
Burying my head between her legs, my nose in the crack of her ass, I licked at her pussy in long, slow strokes. She tasted spicy like cinnamon, and a little tangy. Wrapping my hands under her legs to hold her still, I continued to stroke her with my tongue for several long minutes.
“Please, Kat. Please.”
I smiled. I wondered if that’s what I sounded like when I begged. Desperate. Breathless. Sexy.
When she called my name again, I relented and shoved two fingers into her vagina, pumping furiously until she screamed. Her muscles clenched around my digits, and her whole body shuddered as she came down from her high.
I slid up her body and spooned her, pulling the blanket up to cover us. I kissed her cheek and she turned her head to smile at me.
“That was wonderful, Kat. Thank you.”
“My pleasure, hun.” I brushed my lips against hers, and then we both drifted off to sleep again.
Bright sunlight shown in the window when I pried my eyes open. The bed was empty, but as I sat up, I could see Jenna drinking a cup of something in the sitting area. She was reading a newspaper.
“Where did you get that?” I rubbed at my eyes and grabbed the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around me.
“The coffee? I found a pot in the cabinet. It doesn’t make much, but there’s at least one cup left. We can make more.” She took a sip and smiled at me. “I love the bed-head look.”
I raked my fingers back through my hair. “More like ‘just been fucked.'”
“Yeah, that suits you, too.”
I laughed and grabbed a cup of coffee before joining her. I sat on the other end of the couch, pulling my feet up under me. “I actually meant the newspaper. Did you just snap your fingers?”
I raised my eyebrows.
“We’re only a few miles from town. I made arrangements for someone to deliver some food. They sent the coffee and a newspaper, too.”
“Can I have a section?” I took a sip from my mug and sighed. Even the coffee tasted better on this side of the ocean.
Jenna laughed. “Sweetie, it’s in Italian.”
“Oh.” I frowned and settled deeper into the corner of the couch, holding my mug with both hands. Why did I suddenly feel like I was invading on her little vacation? Like I didn’t belong here.
“I’m sorry.” She set the paper aside and leaned towards me, kissing me softly. “What would you like to do on our second day?”
I kept my head down but raised my eyes to hers, grinning slowly.
Me and my big mouth. An hour later, I was still face down on the bed, my feet flat on the floor, my hands restrained behind my back. I’d had at least three big orgasms not to mention half-a-dozen smaller ones. My clit was so sensitive I cried when Jenna ran a finger over the swollen bud.
I whimpered and managed to answer in the affirmative. I cringed and gasped as she slowly pulled a thick, rubber dildo from my vagina. It was one of several toys she had packed. I have no idea how she got them through airport security without raising any alarms. Then again, maybe the delivery boy had brought them, too.
“Go take a shower while I make us some lunch.” She massaged my wrists as she removed the cuffs, and then she helped me up. She gave me a kiss before gently pushing me off towards the door on the left of the bed.
“So demanding.” I snickered when she glared at me and then scampered off to the bathroom.
We had been having a great time. When we weren’t sleeping, we were fucking like rabbits, or at least as much as two girls can. We had perfected the sixty-nine position—I preferred to be on the bottom—and even ventured into trying a little rimming. I didn’t mind receiving it if Jenna was into that, but I decided I would stick to fingering and licking pussy from now on.
Just about every surface had been tested out. The bed, the couch, the easy chair, the small stairway (which led up to a little reading nook overlooking the sweeping acreage), the portico, the shower, the dresser in the sleeping area. We’d revisited the dining table a couple of times. Obviously the bed was the most used, and I was surprised at how comfortable it was. And that it was still standing. Two girls can get just as rough as a guy and a girl sometimes. Especially with toys.
The pool had been very popular in the hot afternoons. In the cooler evenings, we snuggled by the fireplace. Without a television, we were limited to reading books or just chatting. And in between when we got hungry, Jenna cooked our meals. Which was a good thing since I’m horrible in the kitchen and all of our playing around usually left us famished.
I had needed this vacation. Deserved it. It was everything I had hoped it would be.
But six days into the trip, I was starting to feel remorseful. It was impossible not to think about Danny. How he was supposed to be the one with me. How I was supposed to be married by now. How I longed to feel his cock buried inside of me while he whispered in my ear how much he loved to fuck me.
On the morning of day seven, Jenna found me curled up in a blanket on the portico. Crying.
I sniffed and rubbed the back of my hand at my eyes. “Good morning.”
“Is it?” She took a seat in the other chair and set her mug on the table between us.
I shrugged and gestured to the horizon with my chin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Hmm.” She sipped at her coffee, her eyes never leaving my face. “You’re never up this early.”
I shrugged again. “Figured I should see at least one Tuscan sunrise before we go home. Once-in-a-lifetime experience, you know.”
“Nothing.” I looked away, pulling the blanket tighter around me.
I heard her cup settle on the table. The screech of her chair moving on the concrete. Her sigh as she crouched down in front of me.
She put her hands on my knees. “Tell me.”
I closed my eyes, but it only squeezed out more tears.
“Kat.” Her voice was soft, like her hand that cupped my cheek. “I want to help.”
“I can. If you let me. Please.”
I choked back a sob. “You can’t help me. You don’t have a dick!”
Her gasp was loud, her groan painful. When I heard a thump, I opened my eyes. She was sitting back on the concrete supported by her arms, her legs spread open. Both her eyes and her mouth open wide. For the briefest moments, I remembered just last night how she sat like that on the bed. Only difference was, she had been completely naked then and I was shoving a dildo in and out of her bared pussy.
I felt a clenching deep in my gut. Arousal? Guilt? Something else entirely? I swallowed hard. “Why are you so shocked, Jenna?”
“Oh, Kat.” I couldn’t tell if the look on her face was sympathy or disgust. Maybe both.
“Save the innocence shit. You know very well that I’m supposed to be on my fucking honeymoon right now! You expected me not to think about it? Well I’m trying not to, but I miss him, I admit it. He was a jerk, and I’m glad he’s gone. But I can’t just forget about him just like that!”
She got to her feet and brushed the dust off her jeans. “I thought you were doing fine. I thought I was distracting you enough—”
“I’m trying to be a fucking lesbian after thirty-four years of liking cock. A little distraction won’t erase my past. It takes time!”
Jenna’s mouth hardened into a thin line, her hands clenched at her side. “Fine. You want time? You can have it. I’m going sightseeing in the village. Don’t wait up for me!”
The front door slammed behind her. A few minutes later, she stormed back out of the house with her purse slung over one shoulder and across her chest. She disappeared around the lattice work on the far side of the portico, reappearing on the old bicycle we’d found the second day at the villa. We had never used it due to the fact that there was only one. Now…
I pressed my hand to my chest, struggling to breathe. I wanted to tell her to stop, not to leave. But honestly, I wanted her gone. I wanted time to think without her around.
“Someone will be delivering groceries later. See if you can act like an adult when they stop by, will you?” And then she jerked the bike through the dusty driveway and climbed onboard.
I threw off the blanket and stormed into the house, flinging myself on the bed to let my emotions take over completely. Why didn’t she understand? Did she expect me to change overnight? Just forget about Danny…about men?
My head hurt, so I just cried myself to sleep.
I dreamed of Danny. Of Jenna. Of both of them together. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bed in our villa where she was riding his cock in her glorious nakedness, his hands on her ass. She flung her hair back over her shoulder as his hands slid up her sides, teased her breasts, and settled back on her hips. Then she slowly turned and looked over her shoulder, blowing me a kiss. Her eyes and mouth were wide open in pleasure. I could actually hear their groans getting louder and louder until she screamed.
I shot up, gripping the sheets around me. I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was dying of a heart attack. When I swiped my hair away from my face, my hand came away damp with sweat.
“No! It’s just a dream, Kat. Just a dream.”
Shoving the covers away, I paced the narrow sleeping area, my bare feet slapping against the floor as I stepped off the rug each time. Why in the world did my subconscious put the two of them together? Was my mind trying to kill me slowly through torture?
I grabbed a granola bar out of the cupboard and wandered out back to the patio and pool. The sunshine overhead competed with my gloomy mood. I settled onto a lounge chair and pulled my knees up to my chin. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come.
Time slipped by as I thought about the days we had spent together here. The months back home as I got over my heartbreak of Danny leaving me. How patient Jenna had been. How she had let me cry myself to sleep at night, or go for days at a time not wanting to leave the apartment, burying myself in her affection.
But I had the sudden realization that I could lose Jenna. How much longer would she be willing to wait this out with me? To hear me say that I wanted to be with her?
I shrieked, dropped my snack, and got my legs tangled in the chair as I tried to get up. Panting, I raised my eyes, and my heart stopped. I’d never believed the movies…that a hot Italian man would just show up, especially in my rented villa. This was way too “Under the Tuscan Sun” for me. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again.
“Signora? Non voglio spaventare voi.”
Nope, he was still there. All approximate-six feet of his tanned skin capped with short, dark hair. The breeze rustled his white button-up shirt that was of course untucked with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark pants and sandaled feet only emphasized his height, his beauty.
My eyes returned to his face, and my breath came out in a slow wheeze. Large dark eyes under messy bangs, a sculpted nose and cheekbones befitting a model, and a mouth…
I shook my head. Think, Kat, think. What did Jenna say those words were? “Um…no comprende. No, that’s not right. That’s Spanish. I need Italian. No…no…parlo! No parlo Italiano!”
“I speak English, signora.” His smile lit up the dark shadows in my mind. It was all brilliantly white teeth, and I sucked in my breath, wondering what those lips tasted like.
I sighed and pushed away that thought. Smiling, I approached him, my hand held out. “I’m Kat.”
“Lucio.” His smile now reached his eyes. His grip was firm. “I brought groceries.”
Oh damn! I forgot. “I’m so sorry. Please, come inside.”
“I’ll come to the front.” He gestured with his hand and walked off.
I bit my lower lip, wondering what that ass looked like under that shirt and pants. As soon as he was out of sight, I let out my breath. I tried to walk like a normal person into the house. But I found myself skipping, and I had to take several deep breaths before I opened the front door to let him in.
“Where would you like me to put it?”
I struggled to swallow, heat flushing my face as I imagined all the places he could put his… I blinked when he lifted the bags in his arms. “Oh, the food. Um, I can take any cold items. I guess put the pantry items in those cabinets above the sink.”
We went about silently storing the items Jenna had prearranged with the market. I hadn’t realized how much food we had consumed in just six days between the two of us. Surely this would hold us over for the rest of the trip before we headed home. No, to Paris. I prayed we weren’t still fighting then. I really wanted to enjoy our time together. Even if we—
“Oh!” I said, running to Lucio, lost in my thoughts.
“Scusi!” Lucio caught the carton of eggs in one hand and my elbow in his other. “Don’t drop those.”
“Nope. Then they’d be scrambled, and Jenna likes them over-easy.” I giggled nervously, the touch of his hand on my skin giving me shivers. Really good ones at that. Not to mention more sensual thoughts.
“Jenna, Signora Kat?” His dark eyes sparkled despite his frown of confusion. Suddenly his smile returned. “Oh, yes! I remember. She is the signora who came to the market.”
Oh really now? I raised an eyebrow. She’d been to the market previously? I figured she’d called on her cell phone. When had she snuck out—on the bike no less—to place an order in town? Was it such an impromptu thing for her to escape this morning?
“Did I upset you, Signora Kat?”
“No.” I waved him off and took the eggs, putting them in the fridge.
“You hide your sadness.”
I sucked in my breath as I felt him step up behind me. Now, I was trapped between the coolness of the open fridge and his hot body. I couldn’t tell if my own body was on fire or ice, and muscles clenched deep inside, needing relief.
“Signora Kat.” Lucio’s voice was a whisper brushing against my neck.
I closed my eyes, one hand gripping the top of the door for support. I whimpered when his hand pried mine free and turned me toward him, stepping away from the fridge so he could close it. He rested back against the door, my eyes glued to his chest that I so badly wanted to caress…and not just with my hands.
“What is wrong, bella donna?” He tilted my chin up, and his dark eyes stared down into mine. They were filled with sympathy. Heat. Desire. Not a good combination.
I gasped. I had seen that look in Jenna’s eyes before. It always ended with me begging for mercy. Before I could stop myself, the words spilled out of my mouth, and the tears from my eyes.
“I was supposed to be on my honeymoon with my fiancé, but he broke up with me. Now I’m trying to be a lesbian with my new best friend, and I can’t stop thinking about—”
His lips softly touched mine, preventing my thoughts from making any sense. It didn’t really matter, though. My body was responding, pressing against him, feeling his arousal through his thin pants. I pressed my hand against him there and moaned. He echoed the sound and reciprocated by arching into my touch, his teeth tugging at my lower lip.
I cupped him through the material, growling softly at the feel of pure masculinity again. What I wouldn’t give to feel that moving inside of me. To str—
The front door burst open.
“Kat? What the hell?”
I pushed off Lucio’s chest and twirled around to fall back against the counter, gasping.
Jenna’s fists clenched at her side. Thankfully she stayed on the other side of the room. “I leave for a few hours and you jump on the first cock you see? You…you…bitch!”
I choked, torn between wanting to run to her arms or run away. Maybe with Lucio. Maybe we should just fuck on the bed and make her watch. “You lied! You left me and went to town. And not just today! How do I know you haven’t been fucking him already? Or anyone else? How do I really know you’re a—”
“Signora Kat?” Lucio’s voice sounded so far away, like he was standing at the other end of a tunnel. “Oh, mi scusi. Signora Jenna?” He rambled off more in Italian, but I didn’t wait to hear anymore. Like I would understand anyway.
I ran out the backdoor, fresh tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe again. This was it. I was going to die from hyperventilating. And if I didn’t, well Jenna would take care of that soon enough.
There was no sound from inside. I hoped Lucio was okay. I was tempted to hijack the bike and get away like Jenna had, but with my luck, I’d get lost.
So instead, I cowered on a chair the furthest away from the house, staring into the sparkling blue water of the pool and then to the expansive landscape with wild vegetation that led up to the hills. I wished I could take back our fight this morning. This would never have happened.
It was a long while before I heard a door close. It didn’t slam, which was a good thing. I think.
“Kat?” Jenna called out.
I held my breath, my arms wrapped around my shaking legs, my head tucked against them. She didn’t sound angry, but you could never tell with her.
I squeaked at the closeness of her voice. Flinched when she touched my arm. Cried harder when her arms wrapped around me and pulled me against her.
Her heart beat hard against my ear. Her hands soothed my back, brushed through my hair.
“I’m sorry I called you a bitch. That was so wrong of me. I didn’t mean it. I…I just blew up. I’m sorry.”
I opened my mouth to say I accepted her apology, but nothing came out.
“It’s okay, Kat. Lucio explained.”
I nodded, finally found my voice, and said between sniffles, “I wanted to, Jenna. I really wanted to.”
“I know, sweetie. And I understand. Maybe I’ve been pushing too hard.”
“No! It’s just…tougher than I thought it would be.” I tilted my head back. “I want this. I want you. I’m sorry I said those things this morning.”
“I know. But you had every right to. I should have told you I’d gone into town the other day. I didn’t think it would matter. I had received a text message from work and needed to send a fax. You were sleeping. I figured while I was there, I would place our grocery order. That’s all, Kat. That’s all.”
I wanted to believe her. I had to if we were going to move forward. It was just…hard. Like everything else lately.
“I’m sorry I ran out today. I’m not Danny. I’m not leaving you. I just needed some space.”
I sucked in my breath. And it was a good thing because Jenna chose that moment to crush her mouth against mine. It quickly became a battle of lips and tongues and teeth intermingled with moans and clutching hands trying to hold each other tighter. I poured my anguish into it. I’m sure that Jenna added her own with a couple of ounces of persistence to see this thing through no matter what.
After awhile, I groaned. I had chosen a regular patio chair to crawl into my despair, not one of the loungers, so it was getting a little uncomfortable, especially with both of us trying to sit in it at once.
Jenna must have thought the same thing because she pulled away, gasping. “Bed.”
I shook my head, struggling to make my tongue form words. “Pool. ”
She grunted in return, yanked me to my feet, and dragged me the short distance toward the water. On our way, our clothes disappeared. Neither one of us seemed to care that it was broad daylight out. Part of me hoped that Lucio had hung around and was eavesdropping. That thought was stripped away when Jenna grabbed my hair and yanked it back, kissing me hard.
“Look at me.” Her voice was rough, her eyes wild. She released her grip and stepped back towards the pool. I gasped at the sight of her. “This. This is yours. It always has been. It always will be. I have never wanted anyone else, Kat. I know you like cock. I get it. But men just don’t do it for me like…like you do.”
I gulped, my eyes drifting past her swollen, succulent mouth to her narrow neck and graceful shoulders. The slope of her breasts were prominent before the rounded globes appeared with her dark areolas and her nipples pulled into tightened-peaks. The whole package was magnificent, so soft and yet firm, and fit wonderfully into my palms. I ran my tongue across my lips, imagining how I wanted to lick every inch of them. To suckle those nipples like a hungry baby.
But I continued my descent. Down the flat of her belly and the indentation of her navel. Following the curves of her hips that led to the delta of her womanhood, all neatly trimmed and tucked between her parted thighs. There, my eyes halted, and I spread my own hand over my belly, inching it toward where I ached.
“Kat?” Jenna’s breath hitched, and she took another step backwards.
“For what?” She cupped her breasts now, her thumbs stroking over her nipples. I could see the ache in her own eyes that were glazed over with passion.
“For everything. But especially for this.”
I stepped towards her and pushed her back into the pool, jumping in after her. When I popped to the surface, she was sputtering, trying to get her hair out of her face. I caught her arms and shoved her against the side of the pool, kissing her hard, swallowing her cry of surprise.
Jenna thrust her tongue into my mouth, her hands gripping my wet hair at the back of my head.
I moaned around the penetrating muscle. Teased it with my own tongue. God I loved it when she took control, even when I was trying to.
The pool was just deep enough that we could stand flat-footed and still be submerged. Holding her arms, I rubbed my breasts against hers. Felt the water lapping at them, splashing up to our chests and faces as we moved.
After several minutes, Jenna pushed me away and scrambled to sit on the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water.
“Eat me, baby.” She lay back, her hands behind her head.
“With pleasure.” I slowly ran my fingers up and down her legs. The heat of the sun was drying her skin already, so I cupped the cold water and drizzled it over her thighs, making her gasp and writhe. When I put my hands on her knees and parted them, her whole body shuddered. “Are you okay?”
“Uh huh.” She closed her eyes and nibbled on her lip. When I reached up and caressed her breasts, she moaned. “Mmm. I love that.”
“How about this?” I leaned in and licked her clit.
“Kat!” She shrieked and tried to sit up but failed.
“Shh.” I stroked her belly until she settled down again.
Pressing my hands against the insides of her thighs, I licked her clit again. It was a hard little nub, like her nipples, but with soft skin around it. My lips closed around it as I suckled it, nursing it gently with tongue and teeth. I could see her breasts bouncing lightly as she trembled. Then I closed my eyes and let my tongue go further south.
At the first taste of her spicy honey, I moaned. Sliding my fingers inward, I parted her swollen lips and ran the tip of my tongue all around her. She was so hot and moist and soft. I wondered how she thought I tasted and felt. Seeing that she was usually begging to go down on me, I figured I had nothing to worry about in that department.
I drank from her, her moans filling my ears. The water lapped at my back now, and my breasts scraped against the cool tile inside the pool. It was so fucking erotic.
When her shudders increased, I sucked her clit into my mouth again and thrust my index finger inside her, making her shriek. God she was tight. Her hips rose up, and I stroked her faster, curling my finger up to rub against her G-spot.
I knew she was close when her legs wrapped around my head. I slid in another finger, getting high off the ambrosia of her scent with my nose buried against her pubic bone. I stroked my last two fingers against her puckered asshole, and she came hard, screaming my name.
It is always a treat to watch Jenna come down from her cloud. Her body just relaxes, going all soft. Her head lolls to the side, and she lets out quiet sighs. She told me that I’m the opposite. My body shudders with aftershocks, and I make loud mewling sounds like a cat. She once called me her ‘Kitty Kat,’ but I was too embarrassed to have her make it a habit. Bad memories from grade school and such.
Removing my hand, I sucked on my fingers and then caressed her body. Especially her breasts that were more supple now. I inhaled and held my breath, relishing the smell of her sex.
She groaned and slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That, my dear, was awesome!”
I just giggled. I placed a kiss at the top of her pussy and then pushed off the wall of the pool, floating backwards across the water. The coolness against my back and the heat of the sun against my belly and naked breasts felt great. Opposite of what I’d felt with Lucio only, what…an hour ago? I shivered and rolled onto my stomach, diving beneath the surface. When I emerged on the other side by the ladder, Jenna was standing there, waiting for me with a towel.
“Come inside, Kat. I’ll make us some lunch. And I need to apologize to you, still.”
I grinned and pulled myself up the ladder and into her arms where she kissed me. “Yes, Ma’am.”