Part 26
Tommy and Mary Louise showed up at nine the next morning and Jennifer and I were actually dressed and ready for them, having spent a restful night in each other's arms after exhausting ourselves in the roof-top pool and relieving our tensions with a hot soak afterwards. Our lovemaking was intense, but not completely satisfying. Strenuous exercise seemed to help.
We studied for a couple of hours, had lunch in the dining room, and napped and played the rest of the day away. When it was time for Mary Louise and Tommy to leave, the four of us lingered by the front door.
"I guess there's no chance in dragging the tutoring session out for another day," I said.
"I'm afraid not," Mary Louise said. "They were not too thrilled about letting us have today, even. Do you two think you're ever going to be able to go back to school?"
I shrugged. "No way to know," I said. "I don't guess it will be real soon though. We still haven't heard anything from Jennifer's mom, and there's still no ID on two of the bodies in the limo. So we wait."
"Maybe they'll let us come back Friday afternoon. So at least we can bring you the weekend homework."
"That's a good idea. Don't suppose there's any way you could spend the weekend here...?"
"I'm up for that, Dude," Tommy said. "No problem for me. My moms won't even notice I'm gone."
Mary Louise gnawed at her lower lip. "I might actually be able to make it too. I was supposed to have a sleep-over at Brittany's house...I know she'd cover for me if I asked her nicely. I've done it for her enough times. And you know? I'm 18. I should be able to do whatever I damn well please."
"Oh, goody!" Jennifer clapped her little hands. "We'll have a slumber party!"
Tommy and I rolled our eyes at each other. "Dibs on the big bedroom," Tommy said.
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Jennifer and I took care of details that were becoming an annoyance, such as laundry and on-line clothes shopping, on Friday morning. I should point out that the clothes-shopping part didn't do a thing for me. I picked out two pairs of jeans, two pairs of walking shorts, a few shirts and some odds and ends in about ten minutes, taking Jennifer's suggestions as to the details, and then it was her turn. She perched on my lap at the hotel's guest computer station, and that was the best part of the whole thing. We had both enjoyed a long session of oral sex the night before, but we hadn't done anything yet that morning, and I was feeling the urge again. Jennifer was affectionate and sexy as hell, as usual, and I hoped that she would just pick out some clothes and get it over with so we could go back upstairs. But Jennifer had to debate every selection at length, go back and change her order several times, and I was soon so bored and frustrated I wanted to scream. Her cute butt wiggling on my lap provoked an interest, of course, but not one that had anything to do with shopping. I wished that we had postponed that until Mary Louise could help her with it. There are some things that guys just are not meant to do. I had no interest in Jennifer's clothes, other than peeling them off her slender body, and I tried not to yawn as lunch time approached. But it wasn't all bad. I did have a beautiful girl sitting in my lap, something I would have mortgaged my souls to have a week ago.
When the noon hour finally arrived, we went to the hotel dining room for lunch. The Maître D' showed us to a secluded table and handed us menus. Moments later a waitress appeared, and she was a definite improvement on the waiter who had served us before. At least in the looks department she was.
She was clearly Italian; tall, raven-haired, with an olive complexion and a set of knockers that...well, they were most impressive. Not that I looked. But when she bent to fill our water glasses I could hardly avoid seeing deep into her prominently exposed cleavage. "My name is Italia, and I will be your server today," she said in a throaty, slightly foreign accent. "Have you made your selections?"
I looked at Jennifer. "I think I'll just have a small club sandwich and a Mediterranean salad," Jennifer said.
"And for you, Sir?"
"Oh, I can't decide..." I looked at the menu again. "I was thinking about the shrimp scampi, but I don't want to eat a whole lot. I guess I'll just have the same thing."
"We have a large sandwich selection," Italia purred, sidling up behind me and leaning over my shoulder to flip the menu to the lunch section. "Club sandwich is so...American. Perhaps you would enjoy something with a more interesting flavor." Her musky scent was heady, and when a lock of her long, wavy hair brushed against my neck I shivered all the way down to my toes. Damn! Was this exotic creature hitting on me, or just hoping for a bigger tip?
"What would you recommend?" I said weakly. Jennifer glared at me.
"Oh, perhaps something less...bland. Something spicy and Italian would be more appropriate for a man like you." She straightened up and her breast accidentally brushed against my ear.
"Surprise me," I said, snapping the menu closed and handing it to her.
"You will not be disappointed," Italia husked. "I am very good at surprises." She collected Jennifer's menu as well and walked toward the kitchen, her lush hips swaying below her slender waist.
"I am VERY good at surprises," Jennifer mocked in an exaggerated voice. "What a slut! Did you get a good look down her blouse?"
"No, I uh..." I stammered. "I wonder what perfume she uses," I said, trying to change the subject.
"Skank Orgy," Jennifer snapped. "By Cheap Ho's International. You want me to get some? Then you could pretend it was her while we make love."
I chuckled uneasily. "I wouldn't trade you for a dozen like her, Sweetie. Even if I wasn't already hopelessly in love with you."
Jennifer put her hand on my thigh, looking somewhat appeased. "If she doesn't quit hitting on you I'll scratch her googly eyes out. What a whore. She did everything but rip her blouse off and rub her big floppy boobies in your face."
"It wouldn't matter if she stripped naked and put it on my plate with a sprig of parsley," I said. "I'd still be thinking about you, and nap time..."
"You better get ready then, because here she comes again. And I bet she left her panties in the kitchen next to the spoiled fish so nobody would notice the smell."
I had never known Jennifer to be so jealous, except, of course, the time she had caught me with her mother. And she had gotten over that, as far as I could tell. But we hadn't been in a committed relationship all that long, either. We'd been best friends since we were kids, and romance had blossomed suddenly and rather unexpectedly, for me, at least. I had always enjoyed looking at her, and had often fantasized about her when I beat my meat, but it had never occurred to me that we could become more than buddies. I had just always assumed that she would want someone richer, whiter, and, well, shorter. We looked kind of like Mutt and Jeff together. Then at our combined 18th birthday party, put on by Mrs. C., we had resurrected the ancient game of "spin the bottle," and somehow Jennifer and I had ended up in the coat closet for "Seven Minutes in Heaven." Our first real kiss was like something one would expect from a small child, but then she had pressed her sweet body closer to me and whispered, "You have to make me look like I've really been kissed, Jacky. Hold me tight and kiss me like you really mean it." When we came out of the closet, much too soon as far as I was concerned, Jennifer was blushing, her lips slightly swollen, and the lump in my pants announced that I was much more than slightly swollen. The other kids had hooted and clapped, and we sat very close together for the rest of the evening....
"Scusatemi," Italia murmured, standing much too close to me. "I forgot to take your drink order. Perhaps I was somewhat...distracted, no?"
"Oh, we'll just have iced tea," I told her, trying not to inhale her arousing scent. I kept my eyes on Jennifer, who looked like she was about to snarl like a she-wolf.
"Oh, but that will just will not do! In Sicily, we know that the wine is the key to bringing out the full pleasure in the food. So perhaps I might bring you a small bottle of something...masculine and vigorous? I will choose if you like."
"We'll both have the iced tea," Jennifer said grimly. "Thank you."
"As you say, Miss. But perhaps I will bring just a taste, complements of the house. And you will see what I mean. We have so many wonderful, satisfying wines in Sicily, a delight to the tongue and body --"
"That's OK," I said hastily. "Thank you, though."
Italia sashayed back toward the kitchen, her stiletto heels clicking on the terrazzo floor, and I resisted the impulse to watch her ass as she walked. Like two pole-cats in a tote-sack, as Tommy would have said.
"What a SLUT!" Jennifer hissed. "Perhaps I was somewhat distracted, no?" she mocked. "Could she maybe be any more obvious?"
"She's just trying to be friendly," I said. "Give her a break."
"I'll give her a break. Right In the middle of her long beaky nose."
I grinned at her. "So could I plan on front row seats at a girl-fight? I bet Tommy would be up for that too. Better than anything on TV, for sure."
"You pervert." She reached across the table and took my hand, twining our fingers together. "Oh, Jacky. I do trust you, but I don't trust bitches like her. And, you know," she blinked a few times, "I'd want to die if you ever left me, Jack. I know it's only been a few days, but I already can't imagine living without you. Any I have to wonder why you would choose flat-chested, skinny little me when you could have any girl you wanted..."
"Because I love skinny little you," I said, "and the flat-chested part is not true. As they say, 'anything more than a mouthful is wasted effort,' and you have the two most delicious, exciting mouthfuls in the world. If I wanted to go into the dairy business I'd buy a cow. You're perfect, Sweetie."
"Sometimes I think you really believe that," she mused. "But sometimes I'm not so sure. And I can't even give you what you really want, Jacky. But I bet she could. And I bet if you even suggested it, her panties would hit the floor so hard they'd turn up in China."
"You are giving me what I really want," I said, leaning over to kiss her. "And every day with you is a new adventure."
Italia clicked across the room carrying our food on a tray. "Club sandwich and salad for the...lady," she said, unceremoniously slapping two plates down in from of Jennifer. "And for the handsome gentlemen, a salad and one of our specialties, the Hot Sicilian Sandwich." She found it necessary to bend low in front of me as she delicately set the plates down. "And to complement that deliciously spicy dish, the sommelier recommends this." She set a large balloon glass of dark red wine before me. "A fine Girolamo Russo from the slopes of Mount Etna, said to possess the grace of a ballerina combined with the strength of a lioness. Enjoy, Sir. And if you want more, or anything else...you have only to raise a finger, no?"
As she stalked away from the table, Jennifer raised a finger at her retreating backside. "Gawd. I bet if you looked up 'horny slut' on the internet her picture would come up about a hundred times."
I laughed. "Your claws are showing, Puss."
"Why don't we just take this up to the room and eat there? I'll make it worth your while..."
