Chapter 5 Settling In
"What's your address?" Marietta asked as she pulled Mia's Mercedes SUV out of the garage.
"132 Galaxy Boulevard, Palisados," Dylan answered. He was a bit embarrassed to tell her since Palisados wasn't really in the best part of town.
Marietta stopped the car and entered the address into the GPS.
"Where do you live when you're not here?" Dylan asked.
"My parents live in Villa."
"Oh," Dylan said a bit surprised. Villa was close to Palisados. It was slightly more upscale, but not much. He glanced over at Marietta. She looked beautiful; straight nose, long dark wavy hair with reddish highlights where the sun had touched it. She seemed to sense him looking at her and turned and smiled at him.
"Something wrong with Villa?" she asked.
"Oh, no. I just thought you were from someplace... well, more upscale."
Marietta laughed. "No, I'm working to save for college, just like you."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"Just here in town."
"OCU?" Dylan asked.
"Yup," she said. "And you?"
"The same. I got accepted to other schools, but they were too expensive."
Marietta nodded.
Dylan looked out the window for a moment. The high walls and gated drives had given way to tree lined streets with a variety of large houses.
"What will you study?" he asked.
"Culinary arts," Marietta answered without hesitation. "I love to cook. And you?"
"I'm not sure," Dylan said. He couldn't believe he was in a car with such a beautiful girl and she was talking to him so easily. He'd never been able to talk to girls.
"Well what do you like to do?" Marietta asked. The neighborhood had given way to a mix of low-slung houses and industrial buildings.
"I don't really know," Dylan admitted. "I didn't really like anything in school. I guess I'll have to explore different options."
"That's cool," Marietta said.
"Here on the right, that blue house," Dylan said.
Marietta pulled up in front of his house. Dylan thought about the way the house looked inside. The mess was normal to him, but now, thinking of what it would look like through Mariette's eyes, he didn't really want her to come in.
"I'll be just a minute," he said and hopped out of the car before she could say anything.
"Is that you, Dylan," Sheila called when he opened the front door.
"Yup, I'm just grabbing my stuff," he yelled back.
"So, this Napolitano woman will put you up, feed you, and pay you?" Dylan looked from stuffing clothes into his bag. His stepmother was standing in his doorway.
"Yup," he said.
"She must have some money then."
"Oh yeah, you should see the house, it's enormous," Dylan said.
"And the girl?" Sheila asked.
Dylan looked at his stepmother and followed her gaze to the window. Marietta had gotten out of the car and was leaning against it looking at her phone.
"Oh, she works in the house," Dylan said.
"Now I see why you want to stay there," Sheila said, her tone was joking, but Dylan could feel his face turn red. Sheila laughed at him. "Oh, so I was right. Seriously though, she's very pretty," she said looking out the window again.
Dylan blushed harder and concentrated on his packing.
"Well, that's as good a reason as any for wanting to stay at the house," Sheila said. "Here I'll get your stuff from the bathroom."
When Dylan came out Marietta was still leaning against the car. "Is that all?" she asked looking at the single bag in his hand.
"I travel light," Dylan said.
Back at the house Marietta led Dylan down a set of stairs behind the kitchen that led to a lower level of the house that Dylan had not realized even existed. There were two bedrooms and a bath there.
"This is my room," Marietta said indicating the first door. Dylan glanced in, the room was neat and tidy. He could smell the scent of coconut. "You're down here and the bathroom is across the hall."
"How about laundry?" Dylan asked.
"End of the hall," Marietta said. "I have to get back to work."
"What should I do?" Dylan asked. "I mean there's only so much pool work and most of that will be done in an hour."
Marietta shrugged. "Look around and see what needs doing. Mia will appreciate the initiative. I'll leave you to unpack."
It didn't take Dylan long to unpack his things. He paused at Marietta's open door as he was leaving. He couldn't get the image of her lying on the bench in the pool house out of his head. He took a few steps into her room and looked around. It was neat and tidy; the bed was carefully made up and the floor was clear. He took a few more steps into the room. The closet door was partially open. Dylan peeked in. There was a pile of cloths on the floor. Dylan bent and very carefully lifted a few up. A pair of green panties lay under a shirt and a pair of shorts. Dylan picked them up. The gusset was stiff and white with Marietta's juices. He held them up to his nose and inhaled her musky scent. His cock twitched and stiffened in his shorts. He moved the panties so that he could smell the pungent, deep smell of her ass. He'd never thought the smell of a girl's ass would be such a turn on. He reached into his shorts and stroked his stiff rod. It felt good, but not nearly as good as Marietta's pussy. Reluctantly he put the panties back and replaced the shorts and shirt over them.
It took Dylan about an hour to complete the work on the pool and clean the pool house. Since it was before noon, he looked around the property. There was weeding to be done in the garden and there was a place where a stone had come loose in steps to the lower pool. After some poking around he located a shed behind some bushes by the lower pool that had various tool and he set about weeding the garden. He'd need cement if he was going to fix the step.
Dinner was on the patio just like lunch had been before. Again, Dylan marveled at how Marietta could make a simple meal taste so good. He found that he could follow the Italian conversation a bit better, though most of the time he was lost and had to wait for either Mia or Marietta to tell him what was being said.
"I will be hosting a party Friday evening," Mia said as they were finishing up. "You should both sleep in on Friday as I will need you for the party."
"What would you like me to cook?" Marietta asked as she began to pick up plates from the table.
Mia smiled at her. "You choose il mio piccolo cuoco."
"For how many?" Marietta asked. Dylan rose and began helping her clear the table. Mia pursed her lips, thinking.
"Ten, mi compreso."
"Sì"
"What do you need me to do?" Dylan asked.