“Alright. Give me the address and I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Excellent. I promise you won’t regret it. I think we’ll both feel better once we clear the air.”
* * *
It’s a warm night,and I was dressed for the gym when I made the call to Aria, so I decide not to change. I guess I’m trying to place some distance between this meeting and my position of authority over her at school. I suppose showing up in a tee shirt and gym shorts is as good a way as any.
Aria lives in Lombardy, which is on the outskirts of Milan. My GPS leads me up her long, winding driveway past the large, ancient fountain with its sculpted Roman goddesses spilling water from urns on all sides. It surprises me that her mother would choose to live on an estate like this over a luxury villa in the city. I may be resorting to stereotypes, but she doesn’t strike me as the type who would walk the gardens or hunt pheasant in the woods.
I park near the front entry and take a deep breath. “What the fuck are you doing, man?Non fare lo stupido,” I snarl. I pause, still holding my key in the ignition, and shake my head. “She’s worth it,” I tell myself and pull out the key.
The bell rings. Moments later, Aria arrives at the door. She’s wearing a sheer, yellow cover over her emerald green bikini. Naturally, she’d be half naked so those all-too-familiar feelings could brew inside me. Blood roars in my ears and I can’t look away. Of fucking course.
“Hi. I’m so glad you came. I thought you might have changed your mind,” she grins.
What’s that supposed to mean? Does she still think she has the upper hand with me? I try to brush the thought from my head. It’s that type of thinking that awakens the beast in me.
She struts ahead of me and I watch as her sweet ass bounces as she walks. I clench my fists to physically stop myself from reaching out and kneading those globes.
“Would you like something to drink to take outside with you? I have tea but you’re old enough for a beer or something from the liquor cabinet,” she looks over her shoulder at me and licks her lips.
“Water would be nice,” I answer, suddenly feeling parched.
“The kitchen is this way. We can get to the veranda through there.”
I look around at the perfectly decorated estate and wonder how many housekeepers it takes to keep this place so pristine. I do well on my salary but my place is nothing like this. Far from it.
Aria pours me a glass of water and holds it out to me. She makes sure that our hands touch when I take it, and I’m amazed that such a tiny gesture can send an electric current pulsing through me straight to my cock. Damn, she’s working hard to get a rise out of me. Little does she know, she doesn’t need to do anything but be herself.
She leads me out to the veranda and I take a seat in one of the lounge chairs beside the pool.
“Aria, I wanted to talk to you about what’s been going on between us.”
“Wait, before you say anything else I wanted to talk to you about it, too. I was trying to figure out why you were so freaked about this and I think I understand. You’re afraid that I’ll do or say something that will get you in trouble at school.”
“That’s definitely a big part of it,” I nod.
“I won’t. I swear I won’t do or say anything. I’m not some stupid kid who’s gonna run my mouth to the other girls at some sleepover. I’m an adult. Heck, I don’t even know any girls to have a sleepover with.”
I have to look at my feet because seeing her in that bikini is completely clouding my judgment. It’s like all my blood left my brain and went straight somewhere else.
“Did you hear me? I wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize things between us. We don’t even have to see each other at school as long as we can spend time together after school. I swear it.”
“Aria, I’m old enough to be your father.”
“But you’re not, right? I mean, I never met the guy so you could be, but you’re not so I’m not seeing a problem here.”
“Aria, I’m not what you think I am. If you think I’m just some mild-mannered geek, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m passionate, I have a temper, and I’m extremely possessive. What’s mine is mine and I don’t let anyone play with my things.”
“I never thought you were some stuffy, old high school principal. There’s nothing attractive about that,” she smiles then looks over at the pool. “Why don’t you prove how passionate and possessive you are?”
She drops her yellow top to the ground and removes her bikini top. Seeing her topless with her perky, round breasts shining in the moonlight knocks the breath out of me, making my loins tighten. I’m arrested by her sight and all I want to do is strip her completely naked and drive myself home.
“Come and get me,” she says and dives into the pool.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I pull off my shirt and dive in right behind her. She has to learn that she can’t tease me this way without facing the repercussions. She floats on her back, her tits bouncing on the water, and says, “Are you coming to get me or what?”
I go under the water and swim beneath her, emerging with her in my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and I pull her face to mine, kissing her as I fondle her bountiful breasts. She’s got me on fire and I want her to feel the same, so I carry her to the edge and set her on the deck. I untie the strings on the side of her suit bottom and rip it off her.
