I laid my head down on Luca’s shoulder, and breathed shakily into his neck. My whole body trembled, and I had a feeling, if he put me down, my legs wouldn’t be able to hold me up. Not when my thighs shook, and it was hard enough just to hold on.As the aftershocks from the orgasm died down, I could feel the drowsiness set in. I fought against it, blinking my eyes several times. Then, Luca shifted a little, and I gasped, then let out a moan as his cock, still half hard inside me, shifted with the movement. Luca let out a curse, then carefully pulled his hips back, keeping his arms tight around me, until his cock spilled out of me. I desperately needed of a shower, but I didn’t want to leave just yet.After a long while, Luca sighed and pecked me on the forehead.“That bastard is going to be back eventually,” he murmured. “Let’s not give him anything to gawk at, hmm?”I paused for a moment, before carefully nodding.“I don’t think I can walk just yet, though,” I said quietly, my voice
A few days passed, and each day only grew better. Natalia was back in my life. Our previous relationship had resumed as if we’d never stopped, and I couldn’t be happier. Only, it was even better now, because I knew now that as crazy I was about Natalia, she felt the same way about me.We were officially dating now.“Look at you, being so happy. You and your girlfriend finally made up, huh?”I was seated outside with some friends having sandwiches for lunch. I ignored their teasing as I typed a reply to a text Natalia sent me, She was eating with her friends as well. Still, I couldn’t help feeling smug, because while I would have had to correct them before, now it was true that I’d made up with my girlfriend.Natalia wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I still wore a goofy smile every time I thought about her.“Hey, come on! Don’t ignore us when we’re right here. Did you two make up or not?”Casey, my roommate, snickered. “Oh, he definitely had plenty of fun ‘making up’ with his girlfriend
I paced anxiously around the room, phone clutched in my hands.“Natalia…,” Luca said my name with a sigh.I shot a quick look at him, but he didn’t tell me to sit down. The guilty expression was still there on his face. I didn’t suddenly hate him, though. I was madder at myself than him, or I would have kicked him out of my room instead of letting him spend the night. Although it had been the first time we’d spent in bed together without anything sexual happening, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to appreciate it.“Why isn’t she here yet?” I muttered. “She said she’d leave early, so she should have arrived already. Dammit, I’m skipping classes for this.” I turned to him and gave him a weak smile. “You’re a senior, you know. You could have just gone ahead.”Luca shook his head as he stood up. He came over to me, tentatively raising his arms as if worried I would push him away. He’d been acting cautiously around me since yesterday, and I could have told him not to bother, but if I ha
It was a Friday when her mom came to the school, and since she’d already skipped her morning classes, Natalia decided to go back home with her Mom. I wandered back to my dorm room, feeling dejected. Classes were still ongoing, so I was thankful I didn’t have to deal with Casey when I got back to the dorm. I plopped down on my bed, rolled onto my back and threw my arms over my eyes.“Dammit, Dad,” I muttered.He’d actually gone and done it. I had known, but perhaps, deep inside of me, I hadn't really thought he would go through with it. But he actually ran away with Tina’s money. With Natalia’s Mom’s money.My dad was a criminal.Fuck!On the same day I found out, I should have told Tina instead of wavering, no matter what he said. If only I hadn't been selfish in that critical moment, I wouldn’t have excused myself from the table. Instead, I would have sat down and told Tina exactly what Dad told me, even with him sitting right there glaring at me.I’d certainly feel better than I did
A few weeks passed. Mom refused to do anything about Greg. Luca had told me he’d found his dad, but because Mom didn’t want to, I left it alone. I could only steam about it.I woke up one morning to my phone ringing. I heard a groan from beside me, before Luca shifted around and grabbed the phone.“It’s your mom, Natalia,” he mumbled, still half asleep. I blinked my eyes open and took the phone, then slid out of bed so I wouldn’t bother him. Mom already knew about us since I’d told her we were seeing each other a couple weeks back, but she didn’t know we were this close already. It had both surprised and delighted me when she was happy for me, unconditionally.“Hey, Mom?” I said, covering a yawn. “What is it?”“Honey, why do you sound so tired? Did I catch you at a bad time?”It wasn’t all that early in the morning, but Luca and I had been up late last night, and I felt exhausted. Only, it was the good kind of exhausted that came after long, fun rounds of fulfilling sex. Of course, t
LucaAll the drama surrounding the Sext Me line died down. Natalia refused to tell me how she did it, but it meant we didn’t have to worry about people staring and murmuring about us as we moved around campus together.The rest of my final year in college was uneventful. There was only one more surprise, and it came from Dad.When I was worried about getting funds from part-time jobs to keep me up, after he’d paid all my tuition, he sent me money and told me not to worry about working, just hurry up and graduate, then find a proper job.I’d wondered where all the money came from, and he answered when I ask, despite what I thought. His business venture took off. Like, really took off. While he didn’t become a millionaire overnight, he was definitely nouveau riche.It was the day of graduation, after I’d already gone up and received my degree, I saw him. I stood with Natalia, who’d also invited her mom. I wasn’t sure how to react, and immediately, turned to look at Natalia and Tina, but
“Dad, I’m not in the mood for dinner. I have so much work to do,” I said on the phone as I pouted, wondering what trouble he’d gotten himself into this time. I knew it was the only reason he’d called in the first place. He needed money. He always needed money.“Look, I need this deal to go through. If there’s no dinner, then I don’t know when Dante will be back in town. He has triplets in your year at Yale—you must know them.” The words stuttered, and I wondered if it was a bad connection or if he was scared. “Who?” I asked. There were thousands of students in Yale—how could he possibly expect me to know all of them? I didn’t have time for this conversation. Tomorrow was Friday, and I needed to submit an idea for my paper. It was approaching nighttime, and I was drawing a blank.“I don’t know. A couple of them start with the letter A. How hard can it be with Italian names? Something like Alessandro, and…”“Adolfo,” I said, filling in the blank as he struggled to remember the second
It didn’t take long to figure out where our party was sitting as we stepped into the Italian bistro. The four men were so loud, they were grabbing all the attention in the restaurant. I would have found it annoying, but the other diners seemed to find it amusing, waving in their direction and laughing at the noise they were making. I knew them. Alessandro, Carlo, and Adolfo, plus an older gentleman who must be their dad.I’d never spoken to them in my nearly four years at Yale, and I never planned to. I could quite happily continue avoiding them like the plague and feel good about it. I’m sure I looked just as nervous as Dad as I pulled down on my dress one more time. It was silly, I knew, because the moment I pulled it down, it would ride back up again, yet I’d formed this habit in the space of thirty minutes since I put the dress on and left my dorm room. I felt a wave of jealousy seeing them at the table. They were laughing and talking as if they were all the best of friends. Se