("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 71