The school bell was ringing through the classrooms of the high school. School was finally over! I quickly grabbed my bag and left the classroom together with Leyla and Cindy. For the last two hours, we had biology. Sally went home early because she wasn't feeling well. Outside the school, we were standing together and chatting for a moment, before going our separate ways for today.
"I must say, the biology test wasn't that hard after all. I expected it to be worse!" I said, relieved. "What do you think, girls?"
I looked at my friends expectantly, but they didn't answer. They weren't even listening to me, but seemed to be distracted by something, or better someone. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"Hmm, I'm not sure... But the blond guy over there looks exactly like your boyfriend!" Leyla exclaimed happily.
You haven't told us that he was going to pick you up from school."
"Look at him, Marco is absolutely gorgeous," Cindy gushed, her blue eyes sparkling.
Are they serious? Curiously, I turned around and was amazed when I saw my boyfriend standing there in a distance, waving over to us.
"Hi girls!" he called out happily, the two girls melting right away.
My heart skipped a beat with delight, since I didn't expect him to pick me up from school today. He's so handsome, even dressed up for college.
"Marco!" I exclaimed, and he gave me a radiant smile. Now I'm melting too!
"Bye Leyla, bye Cindy! See you tomorrow."
With those words, I left my friends, walking over to my boyfriend. The two girls waved after me before heading home.
"What a nice surprise," I said happily, standing in front of him on tiptoes to kiss him.
He smiled and pulled me close, tenderly returning my kiss. It feels so good! His lips are soft and sensual, tasting of tobacco and mint. I'm hopelessly in love with him...
"Ciao amore, come stai?" he whispered to me in Italian, and I sighed softly.
"I'm doing great now that you're here," I replied honestly.
I moved a little away from him, giving him a thoughtful look.
"Don't you have classes at college this afternoon?"
"No, I have the afternoon off. Aren't you happy to see me, piccola?" he asked, a little disappointed.
"Of course I'm happy, I really am," I assured him, and he laughed happily.
"Shall we grab a coffee? The cafeteria is right over there, where we usually go during our breaks", I suggested.
"Good idea! I'll drive you home later," he replied, putting his arm around me as we walked over to the cafeteria.
A little later, we were sitting across from each other in the café, drinking our coffee. I also ordered a muffin because I was hungry. Marco watched me in silence, while I was eating the muffin with relish. I could see the fire in his blue eyes, making my cheeks flush, and I involuntarily held by breath.
We've only been together for two weeks, but sometimes it feels like I've known him much longer. He often came over in the afternoons to continue tutoring me in math. When we're all alone in my room, we still have enough time to make out intensely, kissing and touching each other with devotion. Otherwise, we hang out with Sally, Frank, and other people from our group, always having a great time. Everything seems to be perfect, but it is not, at least not for me! My boyfriend kept smoking joints, and I didn't get the feeling he wanted to stop...
In that moment, I felt disappointed and involuntarily made a dismissive face. Marco noticed and gave me a worried look. Then he reached for my hands, but I immediately pulled them away.
"Sofia, what's wrong? Why are you giving me the ugly face?" he asked, concerned.
"Can't you guess why, Marco?" I snapped at him. "You didn't keep your promise!"
I gave him a profound look, and he swallowed hard.
"What... what do you mean?" he asked uncertainly.
He didn't even remember what he promised me two weeks ago, at our first date. So, it was just a hollow promise!
"You know exactly what I mean," I exclaimed. "You promised me something two weeks ago at our first date... The night we kissed for the first time, when you asked me to be your girlfriend."
I took a deep breath, and Marco nervously wrung his hands.
"You promised me to go to therapy. But you're not even trying to get off the stuff!" I said in a low voice.
I gave him a reproachful look, and he looked away, embarrassed. He cleared his throat several times. before giving me an answer.
"That's not true, Sofia! I'm really trying to smoke less weed. I'm reducing the weed in my cigarettes day by day. Please believe me."
He looked at me so desperately that I got shivers. Was he telling me the truth?
"But it's so fucking hard! And then there are the sedatives I absolutely need to fall asleep at night," he said nervously.
"I've suffered from sleep disorders ever since my parents divorced, have been taking some kind of sleeping pill ever since! At first, it was just herbal pills, but in recent years, I've needed sedatives."
Marco looked so miserable, making me feel very bad. How could I forget that he needs my help? I reached for his hands, stroking gently his palms.
"I know exactly that I must go to therapy to get off all this stuff. I'm already addicted to the sedatives!" he said, his voice trembling.
It touched me deeply to see him so desperate! How could his father never care about him all these years, leaving him all alone, even accepting his son's addiction to sedatives? I can't imagine he didn't know!
"Okay, Marco, please listen to me! I'll do everything to support you with your therapy," I replied in firm voice.
"You mean so much to me, and I want things to work between us."
He gave me a little smile, and I felt very warm. Gosh, I'm so in love with him!
"Grazie Sofia, grazie di esistere," he whispered, and even though I've never learned Italian, I understood the meaning of his words: "Thank you, Sofia, thank you for being you."
He pulled my hands to his lips, kissing them with so much devotion, making me almost cry. Marco has that bad-boy image; he seems to be strong and unapproachable, but he's broken inside. He shows his vulnerable side only to me and when we're together, he showers me with love. It feels like heaven when he's kissing and touching me tenderly and intimately, and I'm totally crazy for him!
"You have no idea how much you mean to me, amore," his husky voice interrupting my thoughts. "When I'm with you, I'm just happy."
He planted little kisses on my hands, caressing them softly with his lips, and I felt so hot...
"I'll go to that fucking therapy, I promise you! I want to make it work between us."
Marco was very serious, looking deep into my eyes as he said it. I leaned forward to caress his beautiful face, and he let out a soft sigh.
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"My parents would like to invite you for dinner on Saturday night. They want to get to know you better, " I said after a moment of silence, and he looked at me in surprise.
"Really? It looks like things are getting serious between us," he replied with a mischievous smirk, and we both had to laugh.
Alll of a sudden, he became very serious, giving me a profound look. His gaze was unfathomable, somehow melancholic. What was going through his mind? He took a deep breath before saying something.
"I don't wanna lose you, Sofia," he murmured, and I flinched.
Why the hell would he lose me?
"I... erm, I'm in love with you!" he confessed, sheepishly running a hand through his hair.
In the process, he looked so irresistible, and I just melted.
"Don't worry, you won't get rid of me that easily," I said in a soft voice. "After all, I'm in love with you too!"
I tried to stay cool, but my heart was pounding like crazy. Marco has just revealed his true feelings to me! He looked deep into my eyes, and I felt a rush of heat. He had that burning fire in his blue eyes, telling me that he desired more than just kissing my hands...
"Maybe we should go now," I whispered to him.
"I have some homework to do this afternoon. But first, on the way home, we can stop at that little park in Cole Valley and spend some time together. You like that idea?"
I gave him a seductive smile, and he swallowed hard.
"Sì amore, that's a great idea," he answered in a rough voice, jumping up so fast that the chair almost tipped backward.
"Marco!" I exclaimed, indignated, and could not help but laugh.
He looked so cute standing there, all embarrassed! After we paid, we left the cafeteria, riding on his motorbike to Cole Valley. But before he taking me home, we stopped at the little park near my parents' house. Marco parked his motorbike, and then we walked into the park, where there was only a few people at that time of the day. After spreading his jacket out behind some bushes, we made ourselves comfortable on it. It was only supposed to be for half an hour!
The afternoon sun warmed our heated bodies, while were making out with wild passion, simply forgetting time and space around us. Marco was kissing me with so much hunger and desire, taking my breath away. He set me on fire, and I returned his kisses with the same passion. His warm hands slipped under my blouse, tenderly touching my bare skin and caressing my hips and stomach up to my boobs. With one grip, he opened my bra, enclosing my full breasts with both hands and kneading them with devotion. He touched my nipples with his fingertips, gently pinching them until they hardened.
The heat burning between my thighs was very intense, almost too much, and I moaned with lust. My boyfriend knows exactly which are the erogenous parts of my body to touch to drive me wild for him! I want him so badly I can't think straight anymore, want to finally make love to him. I want Marco to be my first... I just can't get enough of him, and he can never get enough of me. The sun was already setting, not warming us anymore, when we finally let go of each other and decided to drive home.