NOTE: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you, are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember, this is a NOVEL.
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Chapter 1
1. In the beginning
Laura Garrett was a 20-year-old Manhattan College student, who just finished her junior year. She worked as a server, at an Italian restaurant, because she needed the money to help pay for her next semester's tuition, and hopefully, for a little extra spending money, on the side. She wore her reddish blonde hair in a long ponytail, which enhanced her gorgeous face, and her slim Irish figure.
One evening, she served a blonde haired, blue-eyed man, with an Italian accent. He kept coming back to this restaurant, and insisted on sitting at her station. After weeks of him eating alone, they started a friendship. She found out that he was from the very northern part of Italy, very close to the Swiss border. One evening he asked her if she would go out with him, on a date; and she said yes.
It started out simply enough, by going to a movie, on the college campus, where she did not feel threatened by his age. This was followed by dinner and dancing, where he swept her off her feet, because he was the best dancer she had ever been with.
He still did not try to bed her, because his feelings were so intense, for this lovely young woman. One evening he took her to see "The Phantom of the Opera" on Broadway. She had never been to a play, because she never had the money for such an extravagance. She was awed by the opulence of the theater, and she cried during the play.
Afterwards, he took her to the Sofitel Hotel, a five-star hotel, between 5th and 6th Avenue, and only short walk from the theater. He never mentioned it, but she knew what was on his mind. She did not hesitate at all. He stopped feet short of the entrance, and kissed her.
"Laura, I am a married man. One day, I will be called back to Italy. I do not know when that will be. I could be here for one more day. I could be here for one more year. I love you. However, regardless of how I feel about you, I can never marry you. I would love to take you upstairs, and ravish your lovely body; but I had to tell you this so you would know where you stand with me."
Laura laughed. "William, you do realize you are wearing a wedding ring, don't you?"
William Zabo looked down at third finger of his left hand, and shook his head. The ring had been there for more than fifteen years, and it had become such a part of his hand; he had forgotten it was there.
"Laura, when a man is in love with a woman, he cannot think straight. I have been here for so long, and been without a woman for so many years, when I saw you, and you were so kind and attentive to me, I knew I wanted you in my life. I tried to resist you, but I could not stay away from you. I love you with all my heart. I wish I were free. Will you come upstairs with me, and allow me to possess all of you?"
"You will be my first, William. Please be gentle with me."
We him looked at her in astonishment. "Laura, you are 20 years old and as lovely as any woman I have ever seen. How have you lived this long, and not had a man in your life."
"I am Catholic, William. I have been waiting to marry the man of my dreams. I found him, and unfortunately, he is already married. I have given him my heart, and tonight, I will give him everything else."
They kissed passionately, on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, not caring what the passerby's might think. William looked into Laura's eyes, and saw the passion in them. He put his arm around her waist, walked into the hotel, and went straight to the bank of elevators.
"William, is this where you are staying?"
"Yes, I have a suite in this hotel."
"Why do you come to our dinky little restaurant for dinner?"
"I know the owner, I know his family, in Italy, and I love his food. I also found a lovely waitress, while I was there."
"I can understand you coming there, every once in a while, but every evening. It is a long trip from here, up to northern Manhattan."
"Laura, it is 25 minutes by subway."
"One more question, and I will stop talking. Why did you bring me down here in a limousine that took us an hour?"
He opened the door to a suite, and let Laura in. He said to her, "How could I possibly let you wear something like this, on the subway." He reached his hand, into his pocket, and pulled out a ring box. He opened it, and showed her a 2-carat diamond ring.
Laura was awestruck!
"Laura, you do not know how much I wish this was a wedding band. This is the best I can do for us. I love you." He placed it on the 3rd finger of her left hand, and it fit her finger perfectly.
Laura cried, as he held her in his arms, and kissed her passionately.
He lowered the lights in the suite, turned on soft music, and began to dance with her.
As they danced, Laura thought to herself, "If this is what they call foreplay, why did I wait so long?" She felt herself getting wet between her thighs, which rarely, if ever happened.
The music ended. William looked Laura in the eyes, and told her to come with him.
She nodded, and took his hand, as they went into his bedroom. He had her sit down in a chair as he undressed down to his shorts.
She was so embarrassed; she turned pink.
William helped her standup, walked her over to a full-length mirror, so she could see what he was doing to her. He said, "It is your turn, however I am going to unwrap my present."
If Laura was pink a moment ago, now she was scarlet red. She had never been naked in front of the man. Now, the man she loved stood behind her, and unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, she closed her eyes. She felt him unsnap her bra, and felt it leave her body. She felt his lips kiss her neck, shoulders, arms, and back; as he trekked downward towards her last line of defense. She still wore full panties. No bikinis, no thongs, just full-size Jockey panties. She was afraid he was going to laugh at her. He did not. He held her abdomen, above her pubic ridge and pressed the cheeks of her ass towards his mouth. He kissed every inch of her bottom lovingly. Her body was no longer red from embarrassment; it was now red with passion. She reached behind her and touched his head, grabbing his hair, and holding him tight against her. She felt his hands reach for the elastic around the edge of her panties, and she did not shudder with fear. She felt the fabric move past her most private area, and as it fell to the floor, she kicked it away. She turned towards him, and he kissed her where no man or woman had ever touched her before. She felt his tongue search for her opening; and when he found it, he hit her clit at the same time. She screamed as if she had been hit by a cattle prod, and she came for the first time in her life. Her knees buckled and William caught her before she hit the floor.
As she recovered in his arms, he said, "I think you enjoyed your first orgasm."
"What would possibly make you think that, William? I thought I had just died and gone to heaven."
"The first one only feels that way, my love. It opens up the gates of love. There will be many more, in your life, that will feel better than this."
"In that case, William, I had better take a physical, to make sure my heart can take the stress."
"My love, before this night is over, you will find your heart is overflowing with love, passion, and strength. It will never let you down."
Laura pulled the blankets down and off the massive bed, and rolled herself onto it. She laid her head on a pillow and saw William smiling at her. She said, "What?"
"Are we in a hurry, Laura?"
Laura blushed. She said, "I thought this was next on the list."
