CHAPTER 18
Botako’s was amazing. I was no culinary expert, but I knew what tasted good and this was amazing. Apparently the chef was from Naples, Italy and had met an American girl on holiday years ago and moved to the States. Now he was getting older and moved to our quieter town and wanted to pursue what would likely be his last business venture. Something from the heart. Something he could put his passion into.
His father ran a pizzeria in Naples, just by the port where you can take the boat to Capri. He had worked there and learned the business. More importantly he learned how to make amazing pasta and pizzas.
Being opening night, no expenses were spared. You could try all the different pizzas and pastas. I think we almost made it through them all. And that was after the bruschetta. After dinner we couldn’t resist the tiramisu, gelato, and Italian cookies. We left stuffed.
“Maybe we should go for a walk. Walk some of this off.”
“Good idea. The Chinese have a proverb about walking 1,000 steps after a meal. I think after this one we might need 10,000 steps.”
“I think I need a million!”
We both laugh.
We walked for a while and came upon a park with some trails.
“It looks spooky. We should try it out!”
“Good idea, partner. If we see any vampires what should we do?”
“Easy. Bite them before they bite us!”
“Does that work?”
“Probably not, but we can try.”
We continued with these goofy jokes down the path. It wasn’t spooky at all. The cedar chips beneath our feet felt perfect and the moonlight gave plenty of illumination. It was beyond a romantic evening.
“You never told me. How was your trip?”
“It was…informative.”
“Informative? Sounds like secret agent talk.”
“Maybe it is. Maybe I was sent here to this forest to remove your kidney by the Bulgarian mafia for testing purposes.”
“Oh no! Somebody save me.” Grace started giggling right away. Then her face turned serious.
“But is everything OK?”
“Yeah, everything is OK.”
“OK, that’s all I need to hear.”
We walked and talked and joked for what seemed to be over two hours. We’d stop and sat on a bench for a minute to admire the stars, but mostly just kept walking. We eventually came to the other side of the trail.
“Looks like we walked all the way though.” I say.
“It does look like it.”
“Now we’ll have to call a cab to get back to your car.”
“Or not.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“See that building right over there?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s where I live.” She says.
“You walked me to your apartment. Are you trying to take advantage of me?”
“Moi? Never. Ok, maybe a little. Ok, who am I kidding? Maybe a lot.”
“I’ve been seduced.”
“So the Italian food worked?”
“The Italian food was a good start, but it’s the girl standing in front of me that put me over the edge.”
We turned and faced each other. I put my left hand on her hip and my right on the side of her cheek. Her eyes were illuminated in the moonlight. They looked beautiful. Almost reflective. With my thumb on her cheek and my fingers on the side of her head I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Her hands immediately grasped at my lower-mid back and she pulled me in tight. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. It felt amazing. I reached down and wrapped my hands under her thighs lifting her up into a sitting position at my torso level facing me. We continue to kiss as I walk us both across the street.
“Do you have your key?” I ask.
She doesn't even stop kissing me. She reaches into her pocket and hands it to me. We continue kissing as I feel and wiggled the keys until finally one opens the front door. We make our way to the elevator and go inside. I press her against the elevator wall and she lets out a moan. I reach back and pull on her hair lightly. Her neck goes back and she breathes out hard. I can feel her fingers digging into my back.
“Take me now.”
“We can’t. There are surely cameras. And I want to be responsible. Use protection.”
“You’re right. Seventh floor.”
I reach my hand back and try to let my head follow. We were still deep in passionate kisses so turning my head away was swiftly met with her grabbing my face and positioning it back in line with hers. I raise my left hand to the numbers and feel my way up the buttons. I quickly turn and look. I got it. My finger was on seven. I press it.
The elevator jerked as it took off. The jolt pushed out bodies even closer together. I wanted her now. Here. She wanted it too, but we had to be smart. I didn’t want to wind up on some TMZ style video. Especially in this small town. And more importantly I didn’t want that for her. It would be devastating for her. Not only for her career, but personally.
The elevator came to a stop at the seventh floor. I backed us out.
“717” She says.
I walked us down the hall until we arrived at her front door. I still had her keys and could quickly see which one was for the front door. As soon as the door opened we couldn’t get inside quick enough. She reached behind me and raised my shirt up over my head.
“Wow, you are really ripped. Big and ripped. And look at these abs. I’m going to move up my laundry day to tomorrow morning just so I can feel these dreamy washboard abs.”
“And what will you need to wash tomorrow?”
She took my hand and slid it in between her pants and panties. She was dripping wet and the feel of her made me breathe even faster.
There was a table just inside the door. I set her down and lifted her shirt up over her head. She had on a white bra. Her breasts filling the bra, but not spilling out. She looked sexy, but still elegant at the same time.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in closer.
“Those wrestling moves you taught me have made my legs stronger. See how it’s working against you now?” She smirked.
“Who says it’s working against me? Maybe I want to be trapped in your leg lock and pinned down.”
“Something tells me you’re more of a pinner than a pinee.”
“That something is right. I’m the –or, not the –e.”
“So you always have to be in charge?”
“Not always. Depends on who I’m sharing responsibilities with. But yes, usually I like to be in charge. In command. In the lead.”
“A man who takes charge is sexy. It’s even sexier when he can let a woman lead from time to time.”
“Taking charge is my specialty. Just like this.”
I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom and toss her onto the bed. I could see the excitement in her eyes. I reached down to her ankles and easily spun her over onto her stomach. I jumped onto the bed on top of her and pull her hair back with my right hand while I kissed her neck. Kissing down, then up. Then working my way to her ear for a soft bite and back to her neck again. Then down her upper spine. Full of sensitive nerve endings. She was writhing in pleasure.
I slide my right index and middle fingers into her bra unhooking it in one motion. I rubbed my hand where her bra used to be. Applying just enough pressure to feel like a massage, but this was anything but a massage. I could feel the passion in my hands pushing me harder as I slid my hands up her back. She arched her back in unison with my hands movement. Then she quickly rolled over onto her back.
Her bra had fallen to the side and with the moonlight through the window I could see her amazing body. Her breasts were full. They matched her body perfectly. I was a big guy so I needed a girl with a little meat on her bones. If Grace had been too thin I would have been worried about hurting her. Distracted. Grace was just right. Even when I pressed a bit hard here and pulled a bit harder there she loved it. Her moans and screams told me so. I knew this night was going to be fun. I knew it was going to be special. I knew it was going to be the start of something that was going to last a long, long time. If I was lucky…forever.