Thursday, June 10th, 1954
2:46 p.m.
It was unusually warm for a June afternoon. Carol had opened the windows and left the shutters closed as to not let too much of the midday sun warm up the room. The city was quiet, everyone resting during the pausa between lunch and the rest of the workday. Carol and Therese returned to their hotel after their meal, still warm and over-exerted from their morning walks through the nearby gardens. The moment they got back, Therese stripped off her now sticky cotton dress and other garments, tossed them onto the sofa by the bed, and ran into the bathroom to grab a quick shower.
Carol laughed at watching Therese endure the heat, clearly not used to the warmth and humidity of the late Florentine springs. It wasn't that bad, but it was humid and made the curls of her hair stand on end if she didn't keep them tamed. As Therese washed, Carol moved about the room, turning down the covers on Therese's side of the bed, pouring a couple glasses of water to put beside, and checking that the windows were open, but not too open. She then sat at the desk to write a postcard to Rindy. Before she picked up her pen, she flipped over the small square of paper to look at the photo of the boar statue with the worn little nose. Carol smiled as she thought of taking Rindy here and having her rub the little boar's snout. She wrote a quick message on the card and propped it in the letter holder where it awaited a stamp.
"May I?" Carol peered over her shoulder to see Therese just out of the shower with a towel loosely wrapped around her. Therese walked to the desk and retrieved the card from the holder, placing it on the desk. She skimmed what Carol had written and drew a small teddy bear face by the y of "Mommy" that Carol had signed. Carol gave her a puzzled look. "What? How else do you think I could sign any card or letter we send?" Carol drew Therese close to her by pulling at the towel, enveloping her arms around her waist as she rested her head against her stomach. Therese kissed the top of Carol's head and walked over to the bed where she removed her towel where it fell onto the tile floor.
"Join me?" Therese rested against the pillows, one hand behind her head, the drops of water on her body finally evaporating. Carol paused as she looked to Therese who was solely focused on calmly watching her from the bed. Without drawing too much attention to disrobing, Carol very quickly removed her clothing and placed it alongside Therese's clothes on the couch.
Carol sat to her side, waiting for Therese to move to one side or the other rather than take up the entire bed. Therese didn't budge. "Scoot." Therese moved over for Carol to lie down and get cozy beside her. Excluding telling Therese to move over, Carol was silent. She remained propped up on her elbow, staring at Therese's nude form.
Only a couple years ago, Carol would never have believed that she would find herself in bed with such a glorious creature, stripped bare, astride her lap, completely exposed in the brightness of mid-afternoon sunlight. Before Therese, she never would have believed that she would make love in the middle of the afternoon with the windows open, curtains billowing, sunlight pouring into the room; always nighttime, always darkness. Somehow, Therese brought that out in her, that level of honesty and openness she had always admired from afar, but never attained.
Looking down at the woman before her, Carol couldn't possibly imagine not taking advantage of the natural sunlight and watching even the tiniest muscles of Therese's body bend and shudder thanks to the ministrations of her hand or mouth. How silly, she thought, regretting any thought of missing out on watching the way her abdomen practically shook whenever she came or how her eyes followed as Carol caressed every part of her.
From the back of her throat, Carol blurted out, "La fronte," as she placed three subtle kisses along Therese's forehead. She was so overcome with her beauty, how much she reminded her of the stunning Renaissance masterpieces they saw all the museums and galleries. "I can't help myself."
"It's okay. Teach me." Therese sweetly encouraged, "I like hearing you roll your r's."
Carol swiped her hand down from her bangs to her cheek. "La guancia. Or, if both of them," Carol pressed her finger against one cheek and then the other, "le guance."
Therese giggled, revealing her dimples in her giddiness of Carol touching each of her now red cheeks. "Fossette." That same finger trailed from dimple to dimple; Therese still beaming from the touch.
"Le labbra."
Tracing from one corner of Therese's mouth to the other, Carol circled her lips. When her finger got to the upper lip, Therese stopped the movement by kissing the soft pad of her finger. "That would be un bacio, or if you do that multiple times," explained Carol as Therese then repeatedly kissed the fingertip at her lips, "i baci."
"You make it sound so easy, which means that you are a very good teacher." Therese spoke against the errant finger still poised at her lips. "Best I've ever had," she added.
Carol's hand then trailed lower, now tapping repeatedly on her chin, "Il mento." Adding her other hand, she grasped one shoulder first, giving it a light squeeze, "La spalla," and then the other, "le spalle," as she straddled Therese's stretched out lower body and sat up to continue her lesson.
"This next one's tricky." Carol began, pressing her hands from Therese's pale shoulders to her arms. "Just one, un braccio, masculine. Two of them; however, are feminine and become le braccia."
Therese looked up into Carol's eyes, then wrinkled her eyebrow as she was becoming overwhelmed with the many rules. "I don't know if I'll remember all this, Carol." Therese purred. Carol smiled and leaned down to lavish a kiss to her mouth. "La bocca. See? That one I knew."
"Just for that, let's try - " Carol's hands roamed down to Therese's breasts, lightly pushing them upward and allowing her thumbs to caress the sides. " - i seni." Therese let out the breath she had been holding in and somehow managed to think through what just one breast might be. "Un seno, then?"
Carol nodded in reply. She lowered her head down to Therese's nipple, taking one in her mouth and pinching the other with her right hand. "I capezzoli," she said between clenched teeth, delicately biting the nipple and then soothing the bite with her tongue. That was something Therese had taught her the first time she had bitten her; it was either to her neck or her thigh, she couldn't recall. Therese had no idea where she learned that. Instinct, she offered as a solution, and a driving need to always make sure Carol was completely comfortable.
Therese's back arched at the sharp touch, something Carol took great pride in whenever she could reduce Therese to lifting even the slightest bit off the bed. "More." Therese whispered. "I need more of you." Therese's hands went from behind her head to Carol's hips, tugging Carol to her as best she could.
Carol couldn't remember if it was a moan or a gasp that she let out as Therese pulled them together. Nonetheless, it took a moment for her to regain her composure and focus back on Therese and the vocabulary. "I fianchi," she said, positioning her hands over Therese's, "but l'anca if it's only the one." There was still some more give and Therese was able to pull Carol marginally tighter to her. When their lower bodies were flush with one another, Therese began to rock her hips, still seeking more.
All Carol wanted to do was continue the lesson and make Therese wait, be patient, but Therese couldn't wait. Taking her hands off Carol's hips, there was a brief whimper that afterward turned into a moan when Therese's hands moved to grasp her backside. "Culo," she managed to squeak out as small fingers began to knead the soft flesh. She then effectively moved her own hands from Therese's hips to below her navel, spreading her fingers across the width of her stomach. "Pancia."
"Go lower."
With a wry smile, Carol drifted her hands past where Therese wanted them most, placing them behind her on Therese's left thigh. "La coscia." Not a moment later, the other hand went to the other thigh and her fingers lightly wandered against some of her more sensitive skin, "Le cosce."
By then, Therese's patience had worn far too thin. "Hmmm… you went too low."
Carol tilted her head, feigning ignorance, until she made a face that appeared to have finally figured out where Therese so badly wanted her. Carol tapped her finger over and over against the glistening trail between Therese's thighs.
"Qui?"
Therese nodded.
She loved looking at Therese writhing beneath her, awaiting her touch, her move, her mouth. "It's the same word as in English, but the pronunciation is, of course," Carol now swiped her finger up and down, watching Therese shut her eyes and arch her back again, "different." Carol looked at the finger with which she teased Therese, observing how the wetness made her skin shine and the red polish on her fingernails even more striking. How she could make her body react that way every time impressed her.
"Potta, to be vulgar." noted Carol. "However, equally vulgar, although I must say I much prefer, is fica because you are as beautiful and as delicious as those ripe figs we had at lunch… if not more."
Before she could go further, Carol removed herself from her lap and instead shifted to a position on her stomach between Therese's legs. Carol nuzzled her with her nose, causing Therese to oscillate her hips. "I will never tire of your scent - profumo - ", gently kissing every inch between her thighs, " - or your taste - sapore." She then licked in a tight circle the area she had been nuzzling, now motioning upward.
Therese let out a loud moan, echoing throughout in the high-ceilinged room and spilling into the courtyard, ultimately incapable of thinking clearly anymore. Carol truly was the best teacher she'd ever had.