Note: English is not my first language (and neither is Italian!), I apologize for any spelling errors.
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IL DESTINO
She ghosted me? She GHOSTED me?! I cannot get over it. The fact that people do that. That Eliza did that. To me!
I get pulled out of my thoughts when suddenly some woman I've never seen before shows up out of nowhere and takes the seat right next to me.
"You're drinking alone?" she asks me.
I look at her. "I was ghosted. By my girlfriend," I sigh.
The woman just nods, understandingly. I continue: "Do you know what that means? Ghosted?"
"Sì," she nods again, "she disappeared."
"Why am I the only person that doesn't...?" I exclaim, frustrated by the whole matter. "W- When did this become something that people do to other people?"
She shrugs. "I think it's because of the internet. We yell to our friends and family on Facebook in ways we would never do across a dinner table."
She has a strong accent. I have a thing for accents.
"We become uhm... rude," my neighbor continues. "Unsensitive."
"Insensitive," I correct her, only to laugh it off straight away when she starts to repeat me like an eager student. "Forget it. I like your way better!"
We briefly smile at each other as we both take a sip of our drinks. I quickly glance at her. She's pretty - pretty hot, especially. I swirl the ice cubes around in my glass without really looking at them. "So, where you're from?"
"Firenze," she answers.
I tilt my head a little. "Florance? You're Italian?" I double check, just to be sure.
"Sì," she nods again, raising her hand to her chest. "My name is Carina."
I shift on my seat, turning a bit more towards her. "Arizona," I introduce myself as well, quickly adding: "That's my name, I mean, not my origin."
"A-ri-zo-na," Carina slowly repeats, like she's tasting the word on her lips. The way she pronounces my name sounds a bit funny. Sexy funny.
I quickly clear my throat.
"And what brings you here?" I ask, before taking another sip of my drink.
My new, foreign friend follows my example. She's drinking red wine. It suits her. "To Seattle? Work," she smiles as she puts her glass down. "And family." Her dark eyes start to roam over my face. "And to this bar," she continues, slowly dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, "I'd say... il destino. Fate."
I let out a nervous chuckle. I'm not new to this game. There's no question what this woman's intentions are. The only question here is... am I up for it?
I avert my eyes, yet as I'm staring at my hands that are holding the glass in front of me, I can still feel Carina's hungry eyes on me. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable though. It makes me feel excited. And wanted - which is exactly what I need right now, since someone else made me feel the exact opposite not that long ago. And I refuse to feel like that any longer!
Which is why I abruptly pick up my glass to empty it in one gulp, turn my head and look at the woman next to me again. She's still smiling at me - patiently.
"Dirty bathroom or comfy couch?" I bluntly ask her, raising my brows suggestively.
Not able to help herself, Carina bursts into laughter - if her passionate laugh is any indication for everything else she does, I'm in for a good ride, I realize as I jump off of my seat, drawing Joe's attention. I subtly gesture to him to write down our drinks, then look at Carina again.
"Come on, let me show you a little bit more of Seattle!"
Of course a five minute drive in an Uber doesn't exactly equal a grand tour, but as neither of us is going for that anyway, neither of us complains.
"We're here," I tell both Carina and the driver when we reach my place.
As we leave the car and make our way to the front door, Carina looks up to have a better look at the house. "It's quite big, huh? You're sure you're not hiding a big family in there?"
I smile at her while I'm looking for my key. "I'm sure," I laugh. "Just a roommate, but he's at work. We've got the whole place to ourselves." I try to sound seductive, desperately hoping I'm not failing, as a little voice in my head points out that this woman is Italian - so there's no way I can compete with whoever she's been with before.
But maybe I'm wrong about that...
Not even two steps in she puts both of her hands on my hips and spins me around, towards her, making me stumble backwards now. As a reaction I immediately wrap my arms around her neck, to make sure I don't trip, but mainly to pull her closer. To pull her in.
Our lips part as soon as they touch. Our tongues find each other, hot and wet, entwining in a deep, passionate kiss. When we break apart to gasp for some air, I can see my own lust mirrored in Carina's eyes. Are we going to fast? Oh the hell with it, I didn't bring her here for candlelight dinner!
I take her hand and lead her to the living room. To the couch. "I promised you comfy, didn't I?" I wink, before pulling her in again. I can feel her laugh against my lips.
As we lower ourselves on the sofa, our lips still attached to each other, our hands start to explore. Carina slowly moves her fingers from my neck down to my shoulder, my chest. She cups my breast and softly squeezes it, making me arch in pleasure.
"You like that, huh?" she breathes, as she moves her lips to my ear, gently biting it, sending shivers down my spine.
"Uh-uh," I stammer, unable to form coherent words.
She swipes my hair to the side and attaches her lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. "Let's see what else you like," she whispers in between open-mouthed kisses. She runs her tongue over my racing pulse point, while her skilled fingers start to unbutton my shirt, revealing my black lingerie. I open my eyes just in time to see the look on her face.
"Mamma mia?!" I can't help but joke.
A heartfelt laugh escapes Carina's lips. "Sì! Mamma mia!" she grins, before smoothly slipping off my shirt like she's unwrapping a present. "What else do you have hid-" she starts, but I cut her off by pulling her in for another hot, searing kiss.
"My turn now," I whisper, when our lips break apart again. My fingers find their way down to the buttons of her blouse, opening them one by one. "Holy..." I start when I discover her tight abs, not able to finish my own sentence.
Carina chuckles again, then gently pushes me backwards, hoovering over me as she kisses me once more. I pull her in, not minding the weight on top of me, enjoying every second of this make out session that I know will not end here. Oh no, we're just getting started!
We could lose some more clothes though. As I wiggle my hand between our bodies, I manage to unbutton Carina's jeans. Yes, there are definitively more women with skilled fingers in this room, and I-
Suddenly the light switches on, making us both sit up in an instant.
Andrew is home!
As we are pretty much impossible to miss, occupying the living room - half naked! - Andrew quickly averts his eyes as soon as he catches us, apologizing while running up the stairs. But it's Carina who really surprises me.
"Andrea?!" she questions out loud, jumping up and looking at Andrew.
Andrew faces her. "Carina?!"
Before I know it, Andrew and Carina start to jibber-jabber, extremely fast and - even worse! - in Italian, making me not understand any of it. The only words I do get are casa, ospedale and mamma. In the meantime these two seem to be really good in fighting like this - they look like they can go on for hours, which is not the kind of entertainment I had in mind. I have to stop them.
"Excuse me," I quietly start, with no effect whatsoever. Not knowing what else to do, I raise my voice. "Scusi," I yell.
It works, they both finally look at me, although they don't seem very pleased with the interruption. "Sorry, that's the only word I know in Italian," I murmur. "Uhm, why are we speaking Italian?"
"He's my stupid little brother," Carina explains, just before Andrew continues muttering in Italian again, dragging his sister back in their incomprehensible discussion.
"Uhm, hi!? Uh, excuse me," I try to draw their attention again. "I'm still here! I- I still don't speak Italian!"
Andrew takes a deep breath and a step backwards, while raising his hands. "You know what, have fun. I'm gonna sleep at the hospital." And with that he takes off, making Carina groan in despair.
"Agh, he's such a baby boy! Trying to pretend that sex doesn't exist, just because he isn't having any," she rambles.
I am occupied with my own thoughts. "Andrew is Italian?!" I frown.
Carina sighs. "Andrea is his given name."
"Huh!" I exclaim, a little flabbergasted by this brand new information. Carina looks at me, a mischievous smile creeping on her face, telling me the emotions of the fight apparently vanished as quickly as they'd showed up. Like she has some on and off switch. Or maybe it's an Italian thing?
"Where were we?" she asks me.
"I think- I'm pretty sure you were about to take off your shirt," I grin.
Carina grins back. "I think so, too," she laughs. She drops her shirt on the floor as she closes the distance between us - showing me those amazing abs again. "Vieni qua," she mumbles, before gently directing me back on the couch. I chuckle again, but she quiets me by capturing my lips and easing her tongue inside. I start to moan as our kiss quickly becomes more heated. We've lost enough time as it is.
It doesn't take long before the room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing. When Carina drags her teeth over my earlobe again, I feel like I'm about to lose it. Boy, this woman really knows how she can drive me wild! In response I grasp her ass and yank her in closer, craving for more contact.
She gets the hint and starts grinding into me, making me feel really good, but longing for so much more at the same time. I move my hands - roaming the smooth skin of her back - and unclasp her bra, then lower my hands again to tug at her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me out, but it's still quite the struggle to get them off, making her sit up a little in the end.
"Let's get this over with," she winks, as she quickly pulls down her own pants and throws them on the floor. When she starts unbuttoning mine, she playfully looks up through her eyelashes. Right then I lay my hand on top of hers, making her stop halfway.
"Wait. I need to tell- You need to kn-" I stammer.
Carina gently rests her hand on my left shin. "I already know," she softly smiles, "It's okay." She leans in for a soft, reassuring kiss, telling me it really is. Without any hesitation she continues working on my jeans. It finds its way to the floor in a matter of seconds, quickly followed by the rest of our clothes. Leaving us completely naked.
For a moment, I can't help but stare at her. "God, you're beautiful," I sigh, before pulling her on top of me again. Carina brushes a strand of blonde hair off my forehead.
"Sei bellissima," she whispers in return, before connecting our lips again.
As our hands continue to discover every inch of each other's skin and our bodies start to rock into each other again, I can feel her arousal against my leg. I can't think of a bigger turn-on.
"I need you," I whimper, "Now. D- down there."
"Lo so," Carina breathes against my lips. "I know."
She lowers her hand and slips it between our bodies, quickly finding the spot where I need her the most. We both exhale deeply when she soaks her fingers in my wet, slick folds. When she starts to stroke my clit, drawing circles in a steady rhythm, I begin to moan again - soft, but unable to control.
"Yes, right there," I cry out, digging my fingernails into her shoulders. My heart is pounding so fast, I wonder if I should worry about it.
Carina doesn't stick to her spot for long though, as she suddenly slides off of the couch and takes place right next to it. The sudden lack of contact makes me about to protest, but before I can, she already pulls me near, placing my leg over her shoulder and burying her face in my sex. Her tongue enters me, deep and strong, and I raise my hips up and down to match her thrusts. Louder moans come from deep inside me. When she moves upwards a little, her tongue circling my clit again, making me writhe underneath her, I feel like I can't control my body anymore.
I want to though, since I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready for this to be over.
I gently push her away from me, just to be able to lower myself to the floor as well. As I lay myself down on the soft carpet, I pull her in for another kiss, tasting myself on those amazing lips. I direct her partly on top of me again, without any words.
She kisses me deeply - leaning on her strong arms, making sure she's not pressing all her weight on me. She slowly starts to move, rubbing her wet, throbbing core against mine. I can feel her swollen clit, and every time it touches my own, I feel electric bolts shooting through my body. Carina starts to grind harder, and faster, and I feel how the tension is becoming too much. In the desperate need to stay in the moment, I close my eyes.
"Don't," Carina groans, "Look at me!"
When I open my eyes again I can tell she is close as well. With our faces just a few inches away from each other, our eyes lock. As we keep bucking into each other, we start panting into each other's mouths, sharing the little air in between. I can't hold it any longer. I start to squirm, then feel my body tense, before it begins to jolt - uncontrollably. Just like Carina's, who's orgasm seems to hit her at the same moment - like a lightning strike.
She managed to make us come together. If that's an Italian thing as well, then I should really go there more often!
As Carina rides out her release, her arms finally give in. She cautiously drops her sweaty body on top of mine. She stays there for a few seconds, then rolls away, releasing me from her weight.
Lying next to each other, our overheated bodies completely stretched out on the carpet, our chests still rapidly rising up and down, we just stare at the ceiling. When we're slowly catching our breaths again, we both start to laugh - softly at first, but quickly fully out loud. Carina turns her head, facing me.
"Well, that was fun," she smirks.
"Sì," I giggle, "it really was!"
I roll to my side, finally looking at her again. A big smile flashes over my face.
"Welcome to America!" ;-)
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