A Trip To Rome Wednesday

The sudden ring of the room's phone woke me up too early in the morning. I groaned and swung my legs over the side of the bed, taking a couple of unsteady steps to reach the receiver. An automatic message informed me it was 7:30 AM. I put the receiver back in its place.

The room was silent again, and I glanced over at Alessia, who was still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. The air in the room was cool on my naked skin, and I was desperately sleepy. I wished I could go back to bed with Alessia and sleep some more. But breakfast time was near, and we had to get up and get ready.

"Alessia, wake up," I called softly, but she didn't seem to notice.

With a sigh, I walked up to her side of the bed and gently shook her shoulder through the sheets.

"Come on, we need to get ready for breakfast with the teachers."

Alessia opened her eyes and blinked a few times.

"Hello, dear. I dreamed all night of having some fun together with you," she said calmly, her voice soft and sexy even in the morning.

She put her tongue out and moved the tip up and down.

I blushed hard. Vivid images of the previous night's events flooded my mind, and I was suddenly more awake. Alessia's eyes were wide open now, her face smiling; there was more than a hint of lust in her expression.

I did not know how to reply, my feelings confused. Alessia and I had shared wild sexual experiences in the previous nights - but we never had any actual intercourse between us. Yes, she gave my cunt a couple of good licks, but that was just an appetizer for something more involving men.

"Unluckily, we don't have time for that," she said, her voice as cheerish as ever, rising from the bed naked bare just like me.

I shook my head.

"Alright, alright. Let's hit the shower," I suggested.

Without waiting for her reply I headed for the bathroom.

I could feel her gaze on my back as I walked, but I did not dare to look her back. I entered the shower and opened the water. The first jets of cold water worked wonder in helping me shake off the tiredness I felt on every inch of my body. My heart quickened as the shower door was pulled open and Alessia entered the shower with a wide smile on her face, her dark hairs covered by a shower cap. I could not properly dry my hairs in the little time we had before breakfast - so I was wearing a shower cap, too. The water was warmer now, and cascaded over our bodies.

The close quarters amplified the tension I felt between us. I couldn't help but hope for a move by Alessia, my body tense from expectation. But Alessia seemed content with just handing me the soap and looking at my hairy cunt.

"You really should consider shaving, my dear, " she said.

"Hand me the soap," I said, my tone a little too harsh.

She complied with a smile, her fingers brushing against mine as she passed the bottle. The brief contact sent a shiver down my spine, but I kept my nerves in check.

"You're not making this easy, you know," I murmured as I soaped my body.

Alessia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I never do."

Despite the tantalizing proximity, nothing more happened. We shared the space, our movements synchronized as we washed and rinsed, but Alessia maintained a playful distance. I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and fascination. I recalled the kiss we exchanged the day before. "Focus, focus," I muttered to myself.

When we finished showering, we had to complete our preparations in a hurry.

The trip program was to reach again the centre of Rome, and visit the historic sites we missed the day before. Another day of walk, so we needed a comfortable outfit. Alessia did not say a word when I wore the same pants I used on tuesday, but with a different blouse.

We had precious little time for some make up and I used every trick Alessia shared with me. In the end, she seemed almost fresh; I was not in such a good shape but I hoped most of the class would be in the same condition as me considering it was by now the third day of school trip.

So, after a quick rush at putting our belongings back in the wardrobe, we left the room and headed downstairs for breakfast.

The dining room was already full when we arrived, but I could see that some of our classmates were still missing - we were not the last ones. The teachers took notice of our arrival without a word and we headed for our table.

Monica, Camilla and Antonella were already sitting at the table and were busy talking between them. When they noticed us, they stopped talking and gave us a cold look.

"Nice to see you are both safe," Antonella said.

I felt a surge of guilt. The night before we went to the Disco with our friends; but we parted ways when we met a couple of boys and when we checked again at their table they were gone. They left a message for us: "Monica had an issue, we go back to the Hotel. Stay safe. Antonella and Camilla".

I had not thought about the message since. Alessia and I shared a wild limousine run after that, and we were exhausted when we finally came back to the hotel. With a worried voice, I asked "Monica, are you fine?"

Monica took a deep breath, her eyes darting around nervously.

"Something happened last night at the disco," she almost whispered.

"You would know if you were with us," Antonella interrupted with an icy voice.

My heart sank.

"What do you mean?" Alessa joined.

Antonella shot a sharp glance at Alessia.

"We mean that while you two were off doing only God knows what, Monica had a bad experience. We could have used your help."

Monica nodded, her face pale.

"Some guy wouldn't leave me alone. He was getting aggressive, and things were going badly. I was in a corner. Camilla and Antonella tried to reason with him but he didn't care and in the mess of the Disco noone else seemed to notice the situation - or care about it."

A wave of guilt washed over me. We had been so caught up in our own escapades that we had neglected our friends. I looked at Monica, feeling a pang of regret.

"I'm so sorry, Monica. We should have been there for you," I said, and I really felt guilty.

"Luckily, Alberto was there," Camilla said.

"Alberto?" I said, incredulous, "Our classmate Alberto?"

"Yes," Camilla confirmed.

Alberto was one of the nerds of the class. A good student, very poor in physical education; he was not small, this I had to concede, but I never thought of him as a fighter.

"He saw what was happening and stepped in. The man punched him square in the face, but Alberto stood his ground and punched the man back. He gave me the chance to get away."

Alessia looked equally shocked.

"Alberto did that? I can't believe it."

"It's true," Monica affirmed "He saved me."

"And who saved him afterwards?" Alessia said with a pale imitation of her usual cheerish voice. Maybe she was feeling guilty, too.

"The bouncer. When we dodged the man we had a chance to call the Disco's bouncer so Alberto was not beaten so bad. I believe he only got a black eye from this adventure."

The revelation left us in stunned silence. We had never seen Alberto in such a light, and the new perspective was both surprising and heartwarming.

"And why was he there at the Disco?" Alessia asked.

This was a very interesting question. Alberto shouldn't have been there. We girls shouldn't have been there in the first place. The Disco was far from our hotel, we had to ride the bus to get there so he could not possibly be there by mere chance.

"Well, it seems that he followed us," Monica replied, her voice still not much louder than a whisper. "He saw that we were boarding the bus, so he boarded, too."

This was possible, of course. We were all too excited for our little unauthorized adventure to take notice of the people surrounding us, considering that we did not expect to meet anyone we possibly knew.

"When we reached the Disco he followed us, but he took some time to get the resolve to enter the Disco. But in the end he made it and luckily he was there at the right moment," Camilla completed.

The story was pretty strange and more so considering that Alberto did not really fit in. But looking at the table where Alberto was sitting, I noticed he had a large bruise on his right eye. Alberto needed glasses, and one of the glasses arms seemed somewhat bent. He was smiling, however; his close friends Luca and Davide were talking excitedly with him.

Alessia replied, "And what happened next?"

"Antonella and Camilla looked for you, Alberto and I went back to our table. He was very nice. He was more worried about what the man had done to me than about his own bruise. He was very nice to me," Monica said.

I believe I already mentioned Monica had a nicer attitude towards one very specific male of our class than us. We Always joked about her protegè. And her protegè, you guess, was Alberto. Monica was nice enough not to underscore with us her better judgment.

"Camilla and I looked for you on the dance floor but we did not find you, so we left a note for you and we headed back to the Hotel with Alberto. Where have you been?" Antonella asked.

I blushed hard. We were having sex in one of the reserved tables of the Disco at that time, most probably. But Alessia replied without any hesitation,"We were at the restrooms. I did not want to stay in queue all by myself so Valentina was there with me."

From the look of their faces, Camilla and Monica accepted the explanation. But Antonella was the wiser and even if she did not reply the look on her face seemed somewhat dubious about Alessia telling the whole truth. And she was right, of course; so I felt guilty again. But I did not want to share with the girls the truth about the events of the previous evenings.

"And what about you? Did you find our notice?" Camilla asked.

"Yes, we found it, but it took us quite some time," Alessia kept speaking.

"We were there to dance and to drink, so it took us some time to understand you were no longer at the Disco. When we started looking for you you were gone probably by a long time."

We were interrupted by the waiter delivering the breakfast to our friends. We placed our orders; I chose coffee without hesitation.

"Another late night shared milk?" Antonella asked.

Alessia replied again for me, "No, but Valentina had a few more drinks than she is accustomed to. I don't think she can withstand milk now."

I nodded. I had some drinks, of course, but I needed coffee just to keep going. In the previous two nights I had very little sleep.

We kept on chatting during breakfast. Monica and Camilla sometimes looked in the direction of Alberto's table. It seemed most of the boys were making fun of him. I wondered what he told our classmates about the previous evening. We would have been in a tight spot if a teacher heard that we were at the Disco. But Alberto was there with us so I bet he would not willingly tell this to the teachers. To the other boys, however, just to look more grown up? This was a possibility.

When we finished breakfast we had some time to go back to our rooms. I brushed my teeth and prepared my backpack.

Alessia seemed her usual self, but I noticed her take a pill.

"What is that for?" I asked.

"Don't worry, Valentina. Is just a pill. I take this every day."

I did not notice her taking any pill the day before, but of course on Tuesday I was in even worse shape than today so I could not consider myself a sharp observer.

"What is it for?"

"It is for birth control, Vale. You should consider this if you plan to play this game. Yesterday one of the boys in the limo cummed hard inside me, and it will happen to you sooner or later if you walk down this path, you know."

Her voice was pretty serious, not her usual cheerish. The first couple of man we had the night before had condoms, but the group on the limo did not. It was sheer luck that the man that fucked me did not come inside me. Alessia got a whole load instead.

I had some sexual education, of course; our school was not the most advanced in that sector, given that was a school run by jesuits, but they had to cover the basic facts of life. So of course I knew everything about pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases. However, I believed these were not Issues for me. I had been a virgin, I did not plan to have sex and I did not even wonder to have sex with complete strangers more than once in a night. So I had not yet connected the actual meaning of my "academic" knowledge of the risks of sex to my actual life.

I felt shocked for some seconds. I believed I was a smart girl. But I made every single mistake the sexual education course advised against: casual sex, with complete strangers, without any protection or preparation. I had been a very dumb girl actually.

Alessia broke the silence.

"You do not need to worry too much, Vale. You can suffer harm in any moment of any day. You can fall from the bike, but you keep on riding the bike. You can fall pregnant or get ill, but I bet you will continue to ride cocks."

Even if she was smiling, her voice was serious; she was not joking at all.

"Your period is due soon - Sunday or next Monday, if I am not mistaken. So this week it is really unlikely that you get pregnant. If not I would have taken some more care Yesterday, trust me."

"You keep track of my period?" I was very surprised.

"Yes, dear. I planned this trip for quite a long time, you know."

"Can I have one of your pills?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Yes, dear, if you really want, but I don't think it is a good idea. These little pals take quite a long time to be of some use, so they will offer you some protection only after you take them for some time. One single pill in one single day is useless. Also, mind that your period will not be on time this week - this often happens when you lose your virginity - and taking some pills will only make things worse."

She cuddled me again.

"Don't worry Vale. You'll be fine."

"I was there with you. And it was worth every bit of risk, no?" she whispered to my ears.

The thought of the pounding I got the previous night and the powerful orgasm I experienced warmed me up and kept some of my anxiety at bay.

Alessia kept whispering, "There is still a whole lot for you to try."

She licked my earlobe sending shivers down my spine. She gave me a kiss on the mouth, slight at first, but when I did react I felt the tip of her tongue piercing though my lips into my mouth. The kiss grew more deep and passionate. My rational mind was put on hold and I let my senses rule.

The kiss ended. I was confused and aroused and expecting something more. But Alessia gently opened her arms and let me free of her cuddle.

"Time to go, Teachers will not wait for us!"

She was again her usual, cheerish self. I could not do anything but nod, so we both took our gear and left the room. I promised to myself not to be so dumb again. I believe I also promised to myself to avoid having sex again, but that promise I did not keep for long.

When we reached the hall downstairs the teachers quickly checked that we were all present then we boarded our bus again. There was a lot of chatter on the bus. The main point of focus was the porn movies the boys actually managed to watch on the bus. Every single boy of our class seemed to have been on board.

This was not the case, obviously; Alberto, for instance, was with us at the Disco. But the other boys did not seem to know; they made fun of Alberto for having missed the movie.

He endured the jokes and teasing in silence, without even trying to defend himself. He was used to being mistreated, even by his closest friends. He's the shyest boy I have ever met, which is one of the reasons why his presence at the club the night before was surprising.

I was relieved that he didn't spill our story. Monica didn't miss the opportunity to underline how different her protegè was from the others. It cost us all something to admit that she hadn't been wrong about Alberto.

Our first stop was the Forum Boarium, an ancient cattle market located between the Palatine Hill and the Tiber River. As we tiredly walked through the site, the teachers explained that this area had been a bustling center of trade in ancient times. We saw the Temple of Hercules Victor, a circular temple with tall columns that stood remarkably well-preserved. The teachers pointed out that this was one of the oldest marble buildings in Rome, dating back to the 2nd century BC.

Nearby, we visited the Temple of Portunus, dedicated to the god of rivers and ports. The rectangular temple, with its Ionic columns and well-preserved structure, was yet another proof of the architectural prowess of the Romans. However, even if all the sites were probably worth the visit, our class paid very little attention to them. We were tired, the temples and the forum were not up to the sites we visited yesterday, and - at least in my opinion - the temples were quite similar to each other. Yes, one may be circular and the other rectangular, but what we could see were always basically columns, pillars and little else.

While the teachers were explaining the significance of these temples, I saw Monica approaching Alberto. I could not hear what they were saying but I did saw Alberto blushing hard. I decided to look another way.

Our next stop was the Mouth of Truth, located in the portico of the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin. The Mouth of Truth is a large marble mask with an open mouth and eyes. Legend has it that if you place your hand inside the mouth and tell a lie, it will bite your hand off.

Naturally, we all wished to try it. When the teachers were not watching Carlo challenged Alessia to a game. They each had to pose a question to the other, and the reply would have to be given with the hand in the mouth of truth. Of course Carlo's close friends cheered, and Alessia accepted the challenge without hesitation.

"Ladies first," said Carlo. "Did you ever suck cock, Alessia?"

Alessia smiled, put her hand in the mouth and replied, "Of course not."

She kept her hand in the mouth for quite a long time, then withdrew it and faced Carlo.

"Your turn. You are still a virgin, aren't you?"

Carlo was red with anger - or was that shame? Most of our classmates were looking at the challenge.

Carlo replied "I had sex several times with several women much better than you are," and acted brave but hesitated slightly before putting his hand in, and did not keep it in for long.

Alessia giggled. "This mouth is not working, or at least is accepting your version that masturbating in front of a porn magazine counts towards having sex with a woman."

She then left, leaving Carlo fuming.

With the challenge over, the interest of our class partly faded; but several other challenges took place. I noticed some of the boys challenge Alberto to put his hand in the mouth. I saw him refuse. Yes, that was the Alberto we knew.

From the Mouth of Truth we made our way to the Circus Maximus. In the ancient era, this was an enormous Roman chariot-racing stadium. But today it is not much more than a flat bed of grass with just a couple of stones oddly located. It was hard to imagine that this vast, open space had once held up to 250,000 spectators. The teachers described the excitement of the chariot races, the cheers of the crowd, and the dangerous, often deadly, competitions. I could not summon these images to my mind, there was too little left to help me understand and I was too tired.

As we continued walking around the Circus Maximus, the conversations turned to Roman entertainment and the chariot racing show they held. Alessia, always ready with a witty comment, joked with us about how Carlo would probably crash his chariot if he ever tried racing. Carlo, that was quite near at the time, pretended not to hear her.