Rosario’s cock while he had a girls’ pussy in each hand. He was moaning louder than the girls. I was amazed he could keep any sort of rhythm going.
“This is nasty. Come on!” Giovanni started pulling me out the door as fast as he could. Once he had closed the apartment door behind him, he took my hands in his. “I’m so sorry you had to see that. He usually does that in his room. I guess I ain’t touching that couch again.”
Once in my apartment, I took off my torn blouse and threw it away. When I walked into my room where Giovanni was, he stared at me with his mouth agape for a while. Then he looked away.
“What?” I asked.
“I can see so much of you.”
“Oh,” I quickly grabbed pajamas and left the room. Then I said to him from the bathroom, “I’m sorry.”
When I got back, he was only wearing pajama bottoms. I looked him over. Wow. His body was amazing. I wanted so badly to run my hands over his muscles and tell him I wanted him. But that wasn’t going to happen. I wanted more than that from him. Right?
He lay down on my bed first. I noticed how comfortable he was doing that. I was happy about it. I hoped one day we would be together and sleep in the same bed every night.
“Come lay down,” he said to me.
That made me smile again. I wondered if he felt something for me. He was always so nice and I knew he cared about me. Then I worried it was just a sexual attraction he felt. I sighed and got up on the bed.
“Did what happened at the club bother you a lot?” he asked.
“Rosario was just kidding around.”
“No, I mean the guy who tore your shirt.”
“I’m just really pissed at that guy for saying what he did.”
“What did he say?”
“He thought I was fucking the three of you.” I looked up at him. “Then he said he wanted to take me in the back and… and…” I started to get upset.
All of a sudden, Giovanni sat up and took me in his arms. “I’m right here. We wouldn’t have let him take you anywhere.”
I put my arms around him and cried. I hated that feeling, but he made it OK. I needed to get over it quickly. The guy wasn’t really trying to hurt me. He just got a little forceful. But I was fine, nothing had happened.
“It’s OK to cry. Just let it out. I’ll be here all night for you.” After a while, he lay down with me, holding me face to face.
I awoke in the night, from a dream that scared me, but I couldn’t remember what it was about. I forced myself not to cry, but I was shaking. I was so happy Giovanni was still holding me.
“You OK?” he whispered.
I grabbed him tightly. “It was just a dream.”
“I’m here.” He ran his fingers through my hair. Then he kissed my lips.
I closed my eyes, wishing he would kiss me like Chad did. I thought about starting it, to see what he did, but I was still trembling from the dream. He probably just kissed me to make me feel better, nothing more. It took a while, but I fell back to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When I woke up again, Giovanni was still asleep. I ran my hand over his arm. I liked the way his muscles felt. Then I slid my hand up his leg, it felt so strong. I glided my hand over his firm ass. He had such an awesome body.
Then I felt bad I was doing it as he slept. I put my arm back over his side and pressed my body against his. During the night, I had woken up from a second nightmare and he soothed me back to sleep easily, which had made me feel closer to him.
I looked up at him and caressed his cheek. He had so many amazing qualities and we got along great. I realized I felt so much more for him than I thought. I was willing to do anything for him, even fake sex to get back at his brother. I ran my fingers through his hair while wishing he felt the same.
I had to be falling for him. There was no other explanation. I thought of him night and day, sometimes even when I was in bed with Chad. I had imagined more than once during our lovemaking that Chad was Giovanni. And every time he and I went
“This is nasty. Come on!” Giovanni started pulling me out the door as fast as he could. Once he had closed the apartment door behind him, he took my hands in his. “I’m so sorry you had to see that. He usually does that in his room. I guess I ain’t touching that couch again.”
Once in my apartment, I took off my torn blouse and threw it away. When I walked into my room where Giovanni was, he stared at me with his mouth agape for a while. Then he looked away.
“What?” I asked.
“I can see so much of you.”
“Oh,” I quickly grabbed pajamas and left the room. Then I said to him from the bathroom, “I’m sorry.”
When I got back, he was only wearing pajama bottoms. I looked him over. Wow. His body was amazing. I wanted so badly to run my hands over his muscles and tell him I wanted him. But that wasn’t going to happen. I wanted more than that from him. Right?
He lay down on my bed first. I noticed how comfortable he was doing that. I was happy about it. I hoped one day we would be together and sleep in the same bed every night.
“Come lay down,” he said to me.
That made me smile again. I wondered if he felt something for me. He was always so nice and I knew he cared about me. Then I worried it was just a sexual attraction he felt. I sighed and got up on the bed.
“Did what happened at the club bother you a lot?” he asked.
“Rosario was just kidding around.”
“No, I mean the guy who tore your shirt.”
“I’m just really pissed at that guy for saying what he did.”
“What did he say?”
“He thought I was fucking the three of you.” I looked up at him. “Then he said he wanted to take me in the back and… and…” I started to get upset.
All of a sudden, Giovanni sat up and took me in his arms. “I’m right here. We wouldn’t have let him take you anywhere.”
I put my arms around him and cried. I hated that feeling, but he made it OK. I needed to get over it quickly. The guy wasn’t really trying to hurt me. He just got a little forceful. But I was fine, nothing had happened.
“It’s OK to cry. Just let it out. I’ll be here all night for you.” After a while, he lay down with me, holding me face to face.
I awoke in the night, from a dream that scared me, but I couldn’t remember what it was about. I forced myself not to cry, but I was shaking. I was so happy Giovanni was still holding me.
“You OK?” he whispered.
I grabbed him tightly. “It was just a dream.”
“I’m here.” He ran his fingers through my hair. Then he kissed my lips.
I closed my eyes, wishing he would kiss me like Chad did. I thought about starting it, to see what he did, but I was still trembling from the dream. He probably just kissed me to make me feel better, nothing more. It took a while, but I fell back to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When I woke up again, Giovanni was still asleep. I ran my hand over his arm. I liked the way his muscles felt. Then I slid my hand up his leg, it felt so strong. I glided my hand over his firm ass. He had such an awesome body.
Then I felt bad I was doing it as he slept. I put my arm back over his side and pressed my body against his. During the night, I had woken up from a second nightmare and he soothed me back to sleep easily, which had made me feel closer to him.
I looked up at him and caressed his cheek. He had so many amazing qualities and we got along great. I realized I felt so much more for him than I thought. I was willing to do anything for him, even fake sex to get back at his brother. I ran my fingers through his hair while wishing he felt the same.
I had to be falling for him. There was no other explanation. I thought of him night and day, sometimes even when I was in bed with Chad. I had imagined more than once during our lovemaking that Chad was Giovanni. And every time he and I went
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