This is my first submission on literotica, and I'd love a feedback from you readers! Other chapters of this story will follow :)
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Eve sat on her bed, startled by a screeching sound from the outside street; she breathed deeply, realising that her slumber had been disrupted by a petty car accident. She sat on her knees and rolled the window shutter up. There were two men cursing at each other, one of them had opened the front door of his car quite at the wrong time. The other was quite unable to stop from crashing on it.
"Anvedi sto burino!"
"Ma che ti possino, ma brutto figlio di..."
She just shook her head, it was the fifteenth time that month that she had witnessed a car accident on the street she lived. It was rome, and some narrower streets got so crowded with abusively parked cars, that it was inevitable for this to happen all the time.
Eve lazily looked at her phone, wondering what time it was. When she realised it was well past noon, she sighed, smashed her head on the pillow and then slowly got up to start the day.
She had an exam that morning, but she was so tired from work that she had chosen not to go. Anyways, her fee was so low in comparison of the ones she was supposed to pay in the US, that she didn't mind.
She had moved to Rome from Pasadena, just curious about the world, and enchanted by the old historical city. Her parents weren't rich, but she had worked during her teenage years, had some savings for the trip and first months there, and once in Rome, she had found many small jobs to pay university fees and her rent.
She divided the house with a bizarre guy, Ernesto. She had found him nice, good humored, and though he was terribly messy and brought home an humongous number of men every week, they went on together well. She didn't mind her house filled with gay men, since they were completely disinterested with her, though she had spent quite a handful of sleepless nights because of the moans of pleasure and sexy giggles often coming from his bedroom.
She had just done her bed, and she decided to prepare herself breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever. She strolled around the house clad only in a old oversized tee, entered the big sitting room - kitchen, and switched the tv on for company. It seemed that nobody was home.
She had just prepared herself a bowl of yogurt and cereal, and sat comfortably on the battered couch, when she heard the door opening.
"Buongiorno Edoarrrrdo!" she chirped happily, her accent very strong. She still struggled with italian a lot, also because she never attended lessons, and her job as server in a club needed a totally basic knowledge of the language. Moreover Edoardo liked to learn english by speaking with her much more than teaching her some italian.
"Buongiorno mio dolce amor!" he answered from the hall. He then entered the room, followed by a silent man behind her.
At first, Eve didn't even notice him. When he politely said "Buongiorno", she gazed up at him and politely saluted back.
Men in the middle of the day? Wow, that was quite the surprise from Edoardo.
"I'm sorry you must find me in my nightclothes, but I had just woken up", she justified herself, made self conscious by the piercing gaze of the stranger. He snapped out of a reverie, nodded and smiled at her, waving his hand, and then drew his attention to Edoardo, that in the meantime had quickly entered his room and was calling him to go there.
He cast a lustful glance at the nameless beauty in front of him, and then was gone in the other part of the house, giving her way to admire his sexy back.
No way, she sighed, all the best were engaged, or gay. How ironic.
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Alexej had been quite struck by the girl at Edoardo's that morning. She had left him wondering about her, who she was, what she did, and caused him a constant semi-hardness throughout the whole day.
The girl was enchanting: she looked athletic, plump and slightly curvaceous. Her oval face was a perfect balance of lines, with a pretty round nose, plump lips, and big brown doe-eyes. She had a fair skin, freckles, and wild, untamed honey-red wavy hair.
He had little time to look at her, but already had her image impressed in his mind. When he was alone with Edoardo, he had lost no time for some casual questioning about her. They had to spend the whole afternoon repairing his computer, and he didn't find her again, but by the end of the day he had at least managed to know her workplace and the fact that she was an american chick. That cunning son of a bitch, Edoardo, had sensed his eagerness to know about her, and had just acted dumb, to make fun of him. His cousin was a cool guy, but knew how to irritate the shit out of him.
That night, though, he was out hunting her. Under the cool stream of the shower, he considered talking about that to his brother, but thought better than sleeping him in the middle of the night. It was about 11 pm, and Mitja would be surely asleep, or otherwise busy having fun with some chick.
Dressing up, he examined himself in the mirror, and decided that what he saw was good enough for a forty-ish year old man: he was strong, muscular, naturally dark skinned to be half russian. He had the perfect balance of italian and russian heritage from his parents. Her italian mother was a beauty in her days, dad always said, and his father even to these days could turn heads with his icy blue-grey eyes and chiseled jaw, that he definitely inherited.
After he was fully dressed, Alexej cast a quick glance to the glass surface, and smiled confidently at his reflection.
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"Vodka lemon, a te!"
The club was half empty that night. The football match going on at the stadium and the fact that it was a hot june, had drawn away almost everybody, minus a handful of chicks that were there there on a sort of bridal shower. An excuse to drink too liberally and spend a lot, Eve thought.
She was a little worried for a couple of the girls in the group, just eighteen but downing their shots and drinks like crazy. Since she worked there, she had to remind herself that drinks were allowed at 18 here. She was almost nineteen and still hadn't took advantage of the italian law...it didn't matter much, since she had very little friends in Rome, with the exception of Edoardo.
Bartending here was quite fun. She worked and at the same time had the possibility of talking to people, making jokes and laughing at them, flirting with pretty boys. Sometimes they were rude to her, but her colleague, Roberto, was quite the gentleman to take her out of embarrassing situations.
Tonight she ran the bar alone, and she didn't mind. She wasn't in the mood for conversation. Her mind had wandered for the whole day to the pretty stranger she had seen home. She had to go take a walk when the two had locked themselves in, she didn't want to witness the moans and the screams even in the middle of the day. She then had to run some errand, and came to a empty house just before starting the shift. After dressing with the usual pair of shorts and tee with the club logo, putting on some make up and pulling up her hair in a messy ponytail, she had gone out again.
Sometime after midnight, she had been startled by a man entering the club...that man, the guy from earlier that day. She wondered how he was called.
The man looked around the place, then spotted the bar area and started walking towards her. She tried to seem casual and cool, but wondered what he was doing there. She had never seen him before in that place, there were lots of exclusively-gay-clubs in there, and in that club it was easier to spot groups of friends or couples.
She smiled at him while he approached the counter and sat on a stool. He flashed a smile back at her. Gosh he was handsome.
"Hi there, what can I serve you?"
"Hm," he pondered "vodka, thank you very much. But only if you keep me company, I see you haven't many people to tend to", he added with a bright smile.
