Gavin

 

Fuck, my knees hurt.

As do my shoulders, back and feet.

The only thing that might make it out of Bologna intact and in good shape is my dick. Which is currently being sucked off by a beautiful Italian girl.

While I was thrilled at first to experience life overseas, and I’m making a good living doing what I love to do, I miss home. I miss my mom and my brother, my friends and just life in the U.S.

It makes me wonder if I should’ve opted to go to college first. But instead I chose to draft overseas. It was the only option for a guy like me, because there was no way I was going to receive a scholarship to a four-year college.

Simply put, I couldn’t make the grade. While my basketball skills are strong, my scholastic ability is considerably lacking. I barely squeaked by to graduation to earn my high school diploma. There was no way I could make the 2.5 grade point average required for a spot in college. Community college may have been an option, but I only wanted to play basketball, not go to class.

My dream since the fourth grade was to play pro basketball. And moving over to the European league was my best shot at it for my future.

My agent told me that it would provide me better eligibility when it came time to draft into the NBA. So, that’s what I did. I achieved a spot in the European Basketball Association (EUBA) playing for the Firenze Fury and moved to Italy six months ago.

The first three months were epic.

Unfortunately, the novelty soon wore off. My understanding of the language is limited – I have trouble enough reading and writing in my own English language, much less a foreign one – and the majority of Italians don’t bother speaking English.

Case in point, the chick whose lips and hands are currently wrapped around my dick.

It’s a good thing sex is a universal language and my body understood exactly what she wanted to do with me after tonight’s game. She was waiting outside when I came out of the arena, ready to commiserate our team’s loss at a local tavern. And now I’m in the bathroom of the bar getting a blow job.

Not a bad way to spend the evening.

My hand lands on top of her long hair, dark as Italian espresso, as her wide brown eyes find mine in the dim light of the bathroom. She moans and the vibration rattles through my shaft, my balls tightening as they ready to let go.

I drop my head against the concrete wall, growling in pleasure. “Fuck, yeah...veloce…buono...”

There are a few Italian words I’ve become familiar with. Veloce is faster and buono is good. And she is bella. Incredibly beautiful.

The girl continues sucking my cock into the back of her throat like a champ. I’m getting close, feeling the tingling sensation climb up my legs, ready to release my load into her mouth when my phone goes off in my pocket, temporarily ceasing her movement and distracting me from my pleasure.

The girl, I think her name is Natalia, lifts her brown-eyed gaze to me, her fingers stilling on my balls. I pause, waiting a beat to see if it’ll just go to voicemail. When the ringing stops, I give her a nod to continue.

“Ancora, per favore.” She understands my limited Italian request for more.

Natalia resumes her expert sucking, taking me deep into her mouth again so I hit the back of her throat. I groan wildly, so close to shooting my load when my damn phone goes off again.

“Fuck.” I grit out impatiently.

I slam my palm against the cold wall behind me, the noise reverberating across the stall, but Natalia waves me off. Her only concern seems to be getting me off. And fuck, I want that too. I’m desperate for it.

She hums against my stiff cock and nothing can stop me now as I begin to come in long jets down her throat, my hand tightening at her scalp as I pulse through the pleasure.

“So good,” I murmur, dropping my hand from her head, watching her through as she slides her lips off my wet dick. She grins a sexy smile, wiping her mouth in clear satisfaction.

My legs are unsteady and feel like putty, either from the awesome orgasm or post-game exhaustion. I breathe in deep, trying to regain my balance and lending her my hand to assist her up to her feet. I place a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

Sliding my now limp dick back into my pants, my phone goes off once again.

Natalia says something in Italian which sounds a lot like annoyance and I shrug, grabbing the phone from my pocket.

“Yo. Speak.”

I’m hoping my tone will tell the caller that I’m not in the mood to hold a conversation. I have other things to do tonight. Specifically, the woman in front of me, with plump cleavage and nipples poking through her blouse.

I can tell immediately that the caller isn’t local because there’s a crackly pause before I hear the voice on the line. It’s a male voice I don’t recognize.  

“Hey, is this Gavin Lancaster?”

Puzzled by who’s calling, I pull the phone from my head and look at the display. It’s a Phoenix area code. I recognize it because that’s where I’m from. Or at least, where we’ve lived the last four years since my brother, Christian, has attended Arizona State University.

“Yep, you got me. Who is this?”

My attention is only half on the conversation as I watch Natalia begin to unbutton her blouse, her fingers teasingly playing with each pearl button, giving me a peep show with each flick of her wrist. Her eyes rake over my chest and down my torso as she bites her bottom lip. My dick perks back up in my pants at the offer of a second round. Preferably this time I’ll get inside the busty little Italian minx.

I raise my eyebrows to show my appreciation as she opens her shirt to display a lacy black bra, her luscious tits spilling over the top of the cups. I reach a hand out to squeeze the firm flesh in front of me and she gives a sexy moan.

“…name is Cade Griffin…”

Huh? This gets my attention and I quickly drop my hand, as if I’ve been caught in the act. As if he’s just opened the door to the stall and found me fondling this woman.

I search my brain for a recollection. The name Cade Griffin sounds familiar, but I’m still stuck in a post-orgasm daze. Could it be the same Cade that played with Christian at ASU? My attention snaps from the fabulous rack in front of me and back to the phone conversation.

Shifting my body, I move away from Natalia, turning my shoulder toward her and staring off toward the wall.

“Oh, right. Cade. How ya doing, man?”

“I’m good, bruh. Really good. But I have a favor to ask of you.”

I hold a finger up to Natalia, requesting a moment in the language everyone knows. She gives me a sexy little pout with her lips and a breathy huff. God, I must be crazy to stop the action she’s willing to give.

The line goes a little scratchy, probably because I’m still standing in a little concrete box of a bathroom. I open the door to the stall and step out into the small room that smells distinctly of urine and bleach. Not a very romantic place to sex up a hot woman.

“Un momento,” I offer apologetically to Natalia, pointing toward the hallway door as she sighs at my departure. Opening the bathroom door, the sound of the bar sweeps over me as I step outside and head toward the exit.

I must be insane to walk away from such a willing and sexy woman, but this phone call from Cade could be something important. Maybe it’s about my brother. What if something happened to him? Panic pushes through my veins as I finally get out to a small covered patio.

“Okay, I’m back. Sorry, I couldn’t hear you very well. I’m in a bar in Bologna.”

“Ah, sorry man. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll make this quick. Christian mentioned that you live in Florence and because you’re on the road quite a bit, your place is empty a lot of the time. So, I’m hoping you’d do me a solid…you see, my little sister, Kadence, is in Florence right now. On her last dollar with nowhere to go. She doesn’t normally ask for my help, so I know she’s in a tight spot. I was hoping you’d be open to letting her crash on your couch for a few nights until she can work out a plan to get back home.”

Since most of the blood was down in my cock the last twenty minutes, my brain makes a valiant effort to catch up to what Cade is talking about. The words favor, little sister and couch all mingle into one jumbled sentence.

“I’m sorry. What?”

I know I can be dense at times, but this request has blindsided me, as if he’s speaking in another foreign language that I don’t understand, that I need him to repeat it.

His laugh is low and earnest. “Yeah, I know it’s a bit out there. he rambles, taking a deep breath before he continues.

“Listen, I’ll be honest with you.

What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? The desperation in his voice clogs the phone line, like sludge or mud seeping across the Atlantic.

I’ve met Cade a few times. I know that Christian regards him with the utmost respect and says he’s a decent guy. Telling him no is not an option. There’s no doubt that Cade would do the same thing if the tables were turned and if it was my brother asking him for help. So, there’s only one thing I can say.

“Absolutely, bro. No problem at all. I’m happy to help your little sister. There is one small thing, though.”

There’s a tense pause before he speaks again and I can hear the worry in his response. “What’s that?”

My eyes move around the cobblestone street outside the back door of the tavern. The team is still here tonight and we don’t return to Florence until tomorrow morning.

“I’m here in Bologna tonight and the Will your sister be okay until then? Otherwise, I can call my landlady to see if she can let her in.”

I can hear Cade’s relief as he exhales into the phone. “Ah, shit. I thought it was something worse,” he laughs good-naturedly. “It’s cool. Kady’s got a place for tonight. And I’m wiring her some money to get her by until she can get her ID and passport situation taken care of. She won’t be mooching off you, bro. I swear.”

“Dude, I’m not worried about that.”

“Great, man. What time works best for you?”

I recommend a place just across the piazza from my flat, which is in the Mercato Centrale and the Basilica of San Lorenzo.

Cade ends the call by thanking me again for my willingness to help his sister.

“Just knowing there’s someone else in the same city that I trust gives me a tremendous amount of relief. I can’t thank you enough, Gavin.”

He gives me her cell and says he’ll call Kadence right away.

As I hang up, I realize that I forgot to ask him what she looks like or get a description of who I should look for. I have no idea how I’ll recognize her when I meet her.

All I can picture is Cade’s face. And while I’m sure he’s admired by throngs of women . That would be weird and creepy.

God, what if she’s hideous and that’s why Cade didn’t mention it. An involuntary shiver runs down my spine as I imagine her looking like the ogre-Fiona from Shrek. Or worse, the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Or even the witch from Snow White.

Laughing to myself over my lame animated references, I decide to head back to the hotel for the night instead of going back inside to locate Natalia. Maybe that’s a prick move, and I should feel bad for leaving and not returning the favor, but she knew the score when she took me into the bathroom to blow me.

Shaking off my guilty conscience, my mind begins to wander as I consider the changes I might have to make over the next week while having a female house guest. I’ve never had a female roommate before. In fact, I’ve never even brought a girl into my flat. That’s been intentional. Once a chick knows where you live, there are expectations. And my sole focus is on my game and future, not on getting involved with anyone.

My imagination gets the best of me as I picture pink towels, hair products and tampons strewn across my bathroom counter.

Shit, I didn’t think this through very well.

But then I’m struck with another thought.

What if she’s fucking hot? What if she likes to walk around the flat in skimpy lingerie? Tiny boy shorts and tank tops? Those are my Kryptonite.

I adjust my stiffening length in my shorts as I make my way down the quiet street toward my hotel. 

This favor for Cade just got really complicated in my over-active imagination. If she does turn out to be any of these things, how will I be able to keep my hands off her out of respect for Cade? He is adamant about keeping his sister safe – probably away from guys who think like me. He even said he trusts me. Which means his little sister is strictly off limits while she’s here.

As I walk by a small Duomo at the corner of the piazza, I make the sign of the cross and say a little prayer that Kadence Griffin will turn out to be a homely, nun-like prude. That way, I’ll have no problem keeping my word and keeping my hands off her.

Let’s hope my prayers are answered.