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He lived in a building in the historic centre not far from Piazza Ferrari and the Surgeon's House. It was not a big apartment but the first impression I got of it was of order and good taste in the choice of the few pieces of furniture that made up the living room area; it reflected Laura and her elegance. In particular, I was struck by the bookcase which took up a whole part and was full of books, magazines and some furniture. A photograph of a woman about my age immediately caught my attention on a shelf. Laura received me with great joy for having me in her home. "She made you a coffee Monica, okay? Have a seat," she said shortly after she let me in and said hello. I sat on the couch and kept watching. On the walls some artistic photographs and two prints reproduced abstract paintings of which I could not recognize the author. When Laura returned, she proudly showed me her bookcase and chose some volumes with confidence. "Here are the books that I have chosen and that I feel like advising you to start getting to know Pasolini better". She was in front of me wearing a T-shirt and a short skirt and I almost had to hold her so as not to hold her tight to my body. I asked her "is your mother the woman portrayed in that photograph?". She hesitated for a moment then replied "No, she was my Italian literature teacher at the classical high school. She's the one who gave me this love for reading and books. I was very attached to her". I finished with one last sip of coffee from my cup. Laura looked at me like someone who still wants to say something but doesn't have the courage to do it. But soon she continued, "She was my lover. From shortly after graduation until a couple of years ago when, unfortunately, she died of cancer". There was a moment of silence, I saw her lower her eyes. "I'm very sorry Laura. My husband also died of cancer." She looked up again. "I'm sorry too, Monica." Almost naively I asked her, "So you love women, Laura?" "Yes, I'm a lesbian," she answered without the sense of embarrassment that had caused my first question about the woman in the picture. On the contrary, I was embarrassed by the fact that I immediately diverted the conversation to another subject: "I really like your house, I like the paintings you hung on the walls and the colours you chose for the sofa and curtains and also this bookcase. I can see that you love art". Laura looked at me and said: "Yes, I love art and I love literature. I also love women and I love the sea in winter when you can walk on the beach without meeting anyone. More generally, Monica, I love life. I believe that life, even if sometimes painful, is not an effort but an opportunity to be cultivated with care, day by day, like a little flower". That answer astounded me and struck me by going to touch me deep down. It came spontaneously to me to embrace it. Laura held me close and kissed me in the mouth. Feel her soft lips tighten to mine and her tongue open a gap between my lips. Then she immediately searched every corner of my palate and intertwined with my tongue. I felt the dampness of that kiss and the unforgettable taste. I don't know how long it lasted; I completely lost the sense of time and I almost didn't even realize where I was. It stunned me. As soon as I recovered I grabbed Pasolini's books that had been laid there by Laura and I almost ran away because of the emotion and agitation that my body and my head felt. "It's getting late, Laura, excuse me, I have to go." I went out, giving her just enough time to say goodbye and wish me good night.
The next day Laura called me "Good morning Monica, how are you? I wanted to know if you're coming next Tuesday to the meeting about Pasolini in the library?" I was happy to hear her: "Of course Laura I'll come," I answered; then after a brief silence I added "but I would like to see you before Tuesday, if possible; I need to see you first. "Sure," she replied, "we can meet on Sunday afternoon at my house if it's okay with you. "Yes, Sunday is fine with me, Laura." She said goodbye leaving me with "See you Sunday then".
That appointment was full of expectations; I knew it well and Laura knew it even better. Since our first meeting we both felt a physical and cerebral polarity that had triggered a sexual attraction and had opened to our knowledge a very wide range of possibilities that could go from Hell to Paradise. And now also the tone of my voice during the phone call, the desire that emerged from that request had made Laura realize that I was impatient to continue what had begun the night before with that kiss in the living room.
On Sunday, right after lunch, I ran to Laura's house. I rang the door bell "Sali" answered the intercom. I didn't take the elevator so much that I wanted to see her again; I didn't want to sit still and wait, I hurried up the three floors of stairs and passed the entrance door to Laura's apartment ajar. I pushed her, I went in. She locked the door behind us. She didn't say anything. I didn't say anything either. Without even taking off my coat I kissed her with all the lust and desire I had developed in those days to feel her lips sticking to mine and her tongue intertwining with mine. When I took off my coat, Laura smiled and almost breathlessly said to me "I have Monica how much I feared I would never see you again after that kiss the other night and instead here you are again". She took off my coat and threw it on the sofa. Then she took me by the hand and said "come with me".
He took me to my room where everything was prepared and ready, making me understand that Laura knew very well that our meeting would end up in bed and we would like each other. The sheets tasted fresh and fragrant, the shutters were ajar and the curtains were pulled so as to create the right shade for a love meeting. On the bedside tables and on the dresser were placed small scented candles and incense that Laura lit. I also noticed on one of the bedside tables beside the bed two small dark glass bottles. Laura said to me "Sit here on the bed Monica; I'll be right back". She disappeared towards the kitchen and I saw her return shortly afterwards with a bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses. She was also holding a bowl with peeled and toasted almonds in it. "Let's drink to us," she said. I opened the sparkling wine and poured it into the glasses. We joined the goblets in a toast. Laura drank a sip immediately, then she put her lips close to mine and, kissing me, passed the liquid from her mouth to mine. It was as fresh and delicate as the kiss Laura had just given me. You drank it in one sip. "Come on, do it to me too," Laura cheered me on. I felt in me an explosion of emotions, feelings, carnality and desire for intimacy, uncontrollable and wild desire. In that instant I realized that I hadn't had sex for more than two years now; the last time was a few months before Antonio got sick. We ate almonds. Laura had a radiant smile. Then she came up to me and started undressing me. I stood still, motionless, letting her take off my blouse, shoes, skirt and tights. As she progressed, she filled the new part of her body that she had left without clothes with little kisses. I stayed in my bra and panties. I had chosen a black lace suit and Laura was startled to see it. "Really sensual Monica this outfit." Then she laughed cheerfully. She got serious for a moment and said, "Your body's really sensual and exciting too, you know?" He took off my bra and started sucking on my nipples, nibbling them between my lips and now gently squeezing them between my teeth. Then his mouth was no longer satisfied with just the nipple: he tried to suck an entire breast of mine while he squeezed the other with one hand. I intensely tasted the sensations that Laura's mouth and hands caused on me, with a pleasure and a sensation never felt so intensely before. I would have liked her to take off my panties right away and to have done the same in the groove of my pussy that in the meantime had impregnated the panties with the pleasure that gushed out of them. Instead Laura said, "Now you undress me." I felt at the same time embarrassed and excited for that situation, for the feelings I was experiencing. Start slowly undressing Laura and kissing her skin. When I took off her bra I found in front of me two perfect breasts, not too big, two pears with a pink and pointed nipple. Her skin was very light and velvety to the touch for my hands and lips. I nibbled her nipples, kissed her breasts, swiped my tongue in the groove between them. I saw Laura, joking until then, change her facial expression. Her mouth barely opened and her eyes ajar, and soon I heard her moan, "Yes, Monica, how I've longed for this." Then all of a sudden I detached my mouth from her breast, took my face in my hands, placed a quick and tender kiss on my lips, and ordered me to lie on the bed on my stomach. He took one of the bottles from the bedside table and unscrewed the cork. He poured a few drops of the liquid contained on my hands and other more abundant drops directly on my back. It was a cinnamon-scented oil and immediately its aroma, mixing with that of candles and incense, spread throughout the room, bringing a breath of the East and distant lands between the walls of the room. He began to massage my back, neck and shoulders. Then she descended slowly deeper into my back, being careful not to leave out any part of my body. His hands on me vibrated certain internal strings that had been dormant for too long. Laura noticed the tremor running through my body, stopped for a moment, bit me and kissed my earlobe and whispered to me, "Do you want me to go on? With a little voice I said, "Oh yes, of course, please go on, it's driving me crazy." She pulled my panties off the round ends of my butt and started massaging them, then down my thighs, calves, all the way to my foot. Then he said, "Now turn around." I could finally look her in the face as she massaged me. She poured more drops of oil on my hands and some on my chest. She started squeezing me and massaging my tits vigorously. I could feel them squeezing in her hands and almost wanting to explode with pleasure. I would play with my nipples as I passed them between my fingers. Then she went down to my navel and finally to my belly. She was coming to the center of my pleasure and I was looking forward to it. I closed my eyes. Laura made me lift up my bottom a bit and took off my panties. Now I offered myself completely naked to her sight and her hands. I felt her face approach my pussy and soon her tongue began to explore it. I started moaning and whispering her name, squirming with pleasure, clenching the sheets between my fists. Laura went on and on. She stuck her tongue directly into my slit, bit the lips of my pussy, took between my lips and sucked my clit. I came once or twice because of her tongue, I felt it flood me with pleasure. But Laura didn't stop. She moved her face and started to stick the middle finger of her right hand in my pussy, slowly moving it back and forth. Then harder and slower. Then she went in with her ring finger and didn't stop until I screamed with pleasure and she saw me fall back with my head backwards and my eyes closed after yet another orgasm. He stopped, put his lips close to mine; he kissed me gently and whispered "Monica, my love". I reciprocated her with an infinite number of kisses of gratitude for the pleasure she had given me by saying it over and over and over again. "Laura, I love you, I love you." Then we remained close embraced for a time that I couldn't calculate. Maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour. Finally Laura asked me "Now you give me the pleasure I gave you".
I massaged her as she had massaged me. Then I took off her panties: her raised and completely shaved pubis appeared to me a few inches from her mouth. I began to lick her pussy without a second's respite, feeling the taste in my mouth. Laura was enjoying every stroke of my tongue, panting every time the lips of my mouth tightened her pussy, moaning at every kiss to that oyster so perfect. Until she came screaming, "I love you." I felt her orgasm and I stopped. Laura snapped up and sat on the bed and hugged me and said "Monica, we must never leave each other again".
We became lovers and we've never been apart ever since.
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The next day Laura called me "Good morning Monica, how are you? I wanted to know if you're coming next Tuesday to the meeting about Pasolini in the library?" I was happy to hear her: "Of course Laura I'll come," I answered; then after a brief silence I added "but I would like to see you before Tuesday, if possible; I need to see you first. "Sure," she replied, "we can meet on Sunday afternoon at my house if it's okay with you. "Yes, Sunday is fine with me, Laura." She said goodbye leaving me with "See you Sunday then".
That appointment was full of expectations; I knew it well and Laura knew it even better. Since our first meeting we both felt a physical and cerebral polarity that had triggered a sexual attraction and had opened to our knowledge a very wide range of possibilities that could go from Hell to Paradise. And now also the tone of my voice during the phone call, the desire that emerged from that request had made Laura realize that I was impatient to continue what had begun the night before with that kiss in the living room.
On Sunday, right after lunch, I ran to Laura's house. I rang the door bell "Sali" answered the intercom. I didn't take the elevator so much that I wanted to see her again; I didn't want to sit still and wait, I hurried up the three floors of stairs and passed the entrance door to Laura's apartment ajar. I pushed her, I went in. She locked the door behind us. She didn't say anything. I didn't say anything either. Without even taking off my coat I kissed her with all the lust and desire I had developed in those days to feel her lips sticking to mine and her tongue intertwining with mine. When I took off my coat, Laura smiled and almost breathlessly said to me "I have Monica how much I feared I would never see you again after that kiss the other night and instead here you are again". She took off my coat and threw it on the sofa. Then she took me by the hand and said "come with me".
He took me to my room where everything was prepared and ready, making me understand that Laura knew very well that our meeting would end up in bed and we would like each other. The sheets tasted fresh and fragrant, the shutters were ajar and the curtains were pulled so as to create the right shade for a love meeting. On the bedside tables and on the dresser were placed small scented candles and incense that Laura lit. I also noticed on one of the bedside tables beside the bed two small dark glass bottles. Laura said to me "Sit here on the bed Monica; I'll be right back". She disappeared towards the kitchen and I saw her return shortly afterwards with a bottle of sparkling wine and two glasses. She was also holding a bowl with peeled and toasted almonds in it. "Let's drink to us," she said. I opened the sparkling wine and poured it into the glasses. We joined the goblets in a toast. Laura drank a sip immediately, then she put her lips close to mine and, kissing me, passed the liquid from her mouth to mine. It was as fresh and delicate as the kiss Laura had just given me. You drank it in one sip. "Come on, do it to me too," Laura cheered me on. I felt in me an explosion of emotions, feelings, carnality and desire for intimacy, uncontrollable and wild desire. In that instant I realized that I hadn't had sex for more than two years now; the last time was a few months before Antonio got sick. We ate almonds. Laura had a radiant smile. Then she came up to me and started undressing me. I stood still, motionless, letting her take off my blouse, shoes, skirt and tights. As she progressed, she filled the new part of her body that she had left without clothes with little kisses. I stayed in my bra and panties. I had chosen a black lace suit and Laura was startled to see it. "Really sensual Monica this outfit." Then she laughed cheerfully. She got serious for a moment and said, "Your body's really sensual and exciting too, you know?" He took off my bra and started sucking on my nipples, nibbling them between my lips and now gently squeezing them between my teeth. Then his mouth was no longer satisfied with just the nipple: he tried to suck an entire breast of mine while he squeezed the other with one hand. I intensely tasted the sensations that Laura's mouth and hands caused on me, with a pleasure and a sensation never felt so intensely before. I would have liked her to take off my panties right away and to have done the same in the groove of my pussy that in the meantime had impregnated the panties with the pleasure that gushed out of them. Instead Laura said, "Now you undress me." I felt at the same time embarrassed and excited for that situation, for the feelings I was experiencing. Start slowly undressing Laura and kissing her skin. When I took off her bra I found in front of me two perfect breasts, not too big, two pears with a pink and pointed nipple. Her skin was very light and velvety to the touch for my hands and lips. I nibbled her nipples, kissed her breasts, swiped my tongue in the groove between them. I saw Laura, joking until then, change her facial expression. Her mouth barely opened and her eyes ajar, and soon I heard her moan, "Yes, Monica, how I've longed for this." Then all of a sudden I detached my mouth from her breast, took my face in my hands, placed a quick and tender kiss on my lips, and ordered me to lie on the bed on my stomach. He took one of the bottles from the bedside table and unscrewed the cork. He poured a few drops of the liquid contained on my hands and other more abundant drops directly on my back. It was a cinnamon-scented oil and immediately its aroma, mixing with that of candles and incense, spread throughout the room, bringing a breath of the East and distant lands between the walls of the room. He began to massage my back, neck and shoulders. Then she descended slowly deeper into my back, being careful not to leave out any part of my body. His hands on me vibrated certain internal strings that had been dormant for too long. Laura noticed the tremor running through my body, stopped for a moment, bit me and kissed my earlobe and whispered to me, "Do you want me to go on? With a little voice I said, "Oh yes, of course, please go on, it's driving me crazy." She pulled my panties off the round ends of my butt and started massaging them, then down my thighs, calves, all the way to my foot. Then he said, "Now turn around." I could finally look her in the face as she massaged me. She poured more drops of oil on my hands and some on my chest. She started squeezing me and massaging my tits vigorously. I could feel them squeezing in her hands and almost wanting to explode with pleasure. I would play with my nipples as I passed them between my fingers. Then she went down to my navel and finally to my belly. She was coming to the center of my pleasure and I was looking forward to it. I closed my eyes. Laura made me lift up my bottom a bit and took off my panties. Now I offered myself completely naked to her sight and her hands. I felt her face approach my pussy and soon her tongue began to explore it. I started moaning and whispering her name, squirming with pleasure, clenching the sheets between my fists. Laura went on and on. She stuck her tongue directly into my slit, bit the lips of my pussy, took between my lips and sucked my clit. I came once or twice because of her tongue, I felt it flood me with pleasure. But Laura didn't stop. She moved her face and started to stick the middle finger of her right hand in my pussy, slowly moving it back and forth. Then harder and slower. Then she went in with her ring finger and didn't stop until I screamed with pleasure and she saw me fall back with my head backwards and my eyes closed after yet another orgasm. He stopped, put his lips close to mine; he kissed me gently and whispered "Monica, my love". I reciprocated her with an infinite number of kisses of gratitude for the pleasure she had given me by saying it over and over and over again. "Laura, I love you, I love you." Then we remained close embraced for a time that I couldn't calculate. Maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour. Finally Laura asked me "Now you give me the pleasure I gave you".
I massaged her as she had massaged me. Then I took off her panties: her raised and completely shaved pubis appeared to me a few inches from her mouth. I began to lick her pussy without a second's respite, feeling the taste in my mouth. Laura was enjoying every stroke of my tongue, panting every time the lips of my mouth tightened her pussy, moaning at every kiss to that oyster so perfect. Until she came screaming, "I love you." I felt her orgasm and I stopped. Laura snapped up and sat on the bed and hugged me and said "Monica, we must never leave each other again".
We became lovers and we've never been apart ever since.
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