Cioccolato Italiano

"CHEERS!" My friends and I clinked glasses before we drank the alcohol. The Chinese buffet was not as packed as I would imagine on a weekend since every college student would come to the buffet every Friday to eat and hang out.

"It's barely any people here." I pointed out.

"Yeah, you know people are going to that new restaurant that opens 24/7." Maya said.

"You mean that Mexican spot?" Amelia said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes ma'am. Ever since they opened that up, that place has been packed every weekend. They open 24/7 on the weekends." Maya explained.

"Damn, they food got to be bussin' if they open 24/7." Keisha said before taking a bite off her egg roll.

"I agree. And plus, I am pretty sure students don't feel like cooking, so they just go to the spot to eat." Maya said before sipping her drink.

"Girl, nobody wants to cook a home no more. All they want is takeout and alcohol." Keisha said.

"You mean like us?" I lightly laughed.

"Girl, hell to the yeah." Keisha laughed.

"So, did you see the hot Italian professor again?" Amelia asked me while the "eyebrow dance" with her brows.

I instantly rolled my eyes and smiled. "Yes, yes I did." I answered while eating my noodles. "Actually, before I came to the dorm, he was in the library, but he was in the meeting room above me."

"How did you both see each other if you were in different rooms?" Marcus asked.

"When I was coming out of the study room, I accidentally bumped into him, and we just talked. I told him I was there to study, and he told me that he was in the room above me grading documentations" I explained.

"Gone ahead and get you one girl!" Keisha said as she raised her glass.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my egg roll.

"She know she want that Italian dick. I heard Italians give the best sex." Keisha shrugged.

"Bitch, how you know? Have you ever been with an Italian man?!" Maya laughed.

"Girl, nah, but with white boys? Hell yeah. But I mean I will gladly snatch up her professor and pussy him

down.

" Keisha laughed as she did a light dance in her seat. "Trust me, once these people go black, they ass don't want to go back. They gone be put in a motherfucking trance."

Amelia and I looked at each other and started to laugh at Keisha, and we both did the 'shame on you' with our fingers. I think she is getting a little tipsy. Even Dorian looked at her and gave her a side smirk before sipping his beer.

"Bruh, we sitting right here with white people." Trey said as he pointed to Dorian and Amelia.

"No, no, no. I don't mean that disrespectfully. Amelia and Dorian cool though! They our peoples! And plus, Dorian can get this too! Now I ain't into females, but Amelia can get this too." Keisha said in a playful, flirty manner.

Amelia rolled her eyes and gave her the 'talk to the hand' with her hand. "Thanks, but no thanks. You know I got a boyfriend."

"Then drop yo boyfriend and come to me, shawty" Keisha playfully smiled.

We all laughed and shook our heads. There were people giving us strange looks because of how loud we were being, so we had to make sure to keep it down before we get asked to leave.

"You know you can come with me anytime, girl." Dorian winked to Keisha in a playful manner.

"Aight, keep on. You gone get yo' soul snatched." Keisha said as she bit her bottom lip.

"Oh my god, get a room." Maya playfully rolled her eyes.

Me and the rest of the gang nodded in agreement as we finished eating.

"Oh my god, I am full." I said as I touched my stomach.

"Girl, me too. The food was bussin' too." Marcus said as he began to stretch.

"Alright ya'll, let's pay and take our asses to the house." Trey said as he took out his wallet.

Maya called out to our waiter and asked for separate checks. Meanwhile, I was getting my wallet out to pay for my half of the food, and I found some cash to tip the waiter since he had been so nice and kind to us despite him and another waiter being the only waiters that worked tonight.

"I am going to leave a big tip for him." I said as I took out my wallet to look for cash

"Me too. He was so nice, and even though this place wasn't packed all the way, he was a trooper." Maya said as she also took out her wallet to do the same.

After the waiter brought the checks, we all went to the front to pay all while giving our waiter a total of $120 in cash tips. I told him that we were very appreciative of his service, and that he deserved it for his hard work. He gave us a heartwarming smile and waved us goodbye as we walked out of the door, waving back. Luckily, we didn't drink too much, or we would have to sleep in the car in the parking lot again. Last time we came out to eat on a Saturday night in separate cars, we all got so drunk that we had fallen asleep in the car. We woke up in an empty parking lot at around seven in the morning, and we safely drove back to the dorm complex. That was great night, and we were finished with exams that day before, so we went out to celebrate. After we got settled in the cars, we gave a thumbs up to Dorian, and Dorian gave us a thumb up back. We all drove off to go back to our dorms while we blasted music with the windows down, feeling the wind in our hair.

Meanwhile, Valentino was in his study room of his home in his pajamas, video chatting with his mother, Mariota, who still resides in Florence with her new husband, who is also Italian. His mother can speak little English while his Spanish father, Julio, is fluent in the language. Often, Valentino would help his mother with her English when they both have the free time. Valentino would speak in Italian, and Mariota would try to answer in English.

"Ah, mi Valentino. How you?" Mariota spoke in her heavy accent.

Valentino chuckled at how cute his mother tried to say "how are you?" in English. "Sto bene, Mama." He replied in Italian. "Come stai?" (I am good, Mama.) (How are you?)

"I..is...good? Si?" Mariota said in a thinking manner.

"Si, Mama. Avete capito bene!" Valentino chuckled and clapped. (Yes, Mama. You got it!)

Mariota clapped and smiled, proud of herself for speaking some English. Valentino misses his hometown dearly, and his mother is a gem to him. His parents sacrificed a lot for him, and since he was the only child, he had to be the best that he could to be able to give back to his parents, and he did just that. All his hard work paid off, and he bought his mother a home in the nicer part of Florence, which was completely paid off, and he bought his father a brand-new Spanish car when he went to visit him in Barcelona. Despite being a non-social person, he values his parents in high regards. Valentino smiled at his mother through the screen after thinking how far he had come, lost in thought for a bit.

"Valentino?" Mariota said.

"Si, Mama?" Valentino replied.

"Stai bene, figlio mio?" Mariota asked in a concerned tone. (Are you okay, my child?)

Valentino took a silent, deep breath and gave a small smile. "Stavo... Stavo solo pensando a quanto siamo arrivati lontano. Tu e papà avete fatto così tanto per me, e sono eternamente grato per entrambi. Tu e papà meritate tutto in questo mondo e altro ancora." (I...I was just thinking about how far we have came. You and Dad have done so much so for me, and I am eternally grateful. You and Dad deserve everything in the world and more.)

Mariota had tears in her eyes, and she sniffed as she got some tissue from the tissue box to wipe her tears. She smiled at the camera again as Valentino continued talking.

"Mamma, grazie per essere mia madre." He smiled. (Mama, thank you for being my mother.)

"Oh, mio figlio. Non c'è bisogno di ringraziarci. Tuo padre ed io volevamo il meglio per te, e tu ci hai reso così orgogliosi. Tuo padre potrebbe non aver dimostrato di essere orgoglioso, ma è molto orgoglioso. Lo rendi orgoglioso ogni giorno. Sono grato che tu sia mio figlio.." Mariota said with a small smile. (Oh, my son. No need to thank us. Your father and I wanted the best for you, and you have made us so proud. Your father may not have shown that he was proud, but he is very proud. You make him proud every day. I am grateful that you are my son.)

Valentino lowered his head down, and he could feel tears forming in his eyes. Valentino was not an emotional person because his father instilled in him that emotions won't get anyone anywhere in life, and he had carried that with him ever since he was child. Although his father was harsh, he cared deeply for Valentino. Valentino quickly wiped the tears before they fell, and he looked up at the camera and smiled at his beloved mother.

"Grazie, mamma." He said with a small smile.

"You welcome, my son." Mariotta said as she giggled over her broken English, but Valentino found it adorable that she was at least trying.

"Mama?" Valentino said with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, my son?" Mariota asked.

Valentino wanted to talk to his mother about another subject, but no words came out. He had to be

extremely

careful with what he had to say, but he just didn't say anything. No sounds or words came out. Images of you popped up in his head again, and he could feel himself get a little hard in his pants. Ever since you bump into him at the library, he has been having impure thoughts about how soft you would feel up against him. Every time you put lip gloss/balm on, what flavor would your lips be? How sweet would your pussy taste? How would you feel when he fucks you? He was about think further into his thoughts when his mother lightly shouted his name.

"Valentino!"

He snapped out of his trance-like state and looked at the computer screen where his mother tried to see if he was okay. Here he was having inappropriate and sexual thoughts about his own student while being on a video call with his own mother. This was unlike him, and he did not care.

"Stai bene?" She asked. (Are you alright?)

"Ah, si, Mama." He answered. "Mi scuso. Ho perso il mio treno di pensieri." (I apologize. I lost my train of thought.)

"Probabilmente hai avuto una lunga giornata. Perché non farlovai a riposarti. Possiamo parlare più tardi, cara." Mariota smiled. (You probably had a long day. Why don't you go and get some rest. We can talk later, dear.)

Valentino sighed. "Sei sicura, Mama?" (Are you sure, Mama?)

Mariota nodded and gave a small smile. "Sono sicuro. Vai avanti e riposi. Ti amo e ti parlerò presto. Promettimi che non lavorerai troppo duramente." (I am sure. You go on and rest. I love you, and I will talk to you soon. Promise me you won't work too hard.)

Valentino blew a kiss at his mother. "Lo prometto, mama. Buona notte, e ti amo." (I promise, Mama. Good night, and I love you.)

His mother waved goodbye at him, smiling as they both ended the call. Valentino slumped in his study chair, and he felt himself getting hard again. He lightly palmed himself through his pajama pants and began to rub himself slowly through the fabric. He hissed and moaned softly as he can feel his dick jump and twitch. He got up and went to his bed, stripping out of his clothes completely before he laid on his back on his bed into the pillows. He could see that his cock was rock hard, and it was a little purple and sensitive to the touch. He had to take care of it. He had to. Normally, he would ignore his boners because they meant nothing to him, but he could

not

get you off his mind. His back arched a little off his bed as he began to rub his cock up and down, slowly. He put a little saliva in his hand and went back into it. He rubbed his thick cock up and down with a little more force, his face scrunched up a little in ecstasy as short, labored breaths came out of his mouth.

"F-Fuck...[Y/N]...Fuck..." He groaned deeply. "Just like that. Don't stop, babygirl..."

He gripped the sheets beside him with his other hand while working his cock with the other one, putting a little more force into it as he hissed softly and let out a small whine. He started to go faster and faster while his mouth hanged open in an 'o' form, further gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white. He could feel his orgasm coming, and his back arched off the bed a little bit. He was sweaty and breathing heavily, and his dark chocolate hair was now sticking to his face. His cock was

so

sensitive, and his toes curled up a bit. He could feel the huge load coming, and he went even faster.

"F-Fuck! Just like that. R-Ride me like that, baby girl. G-God, I'm about to cum. I'm about to-SHIT!"

He

growled

out his orgasm as he shot a heavy load of cum on his stomach and chest. It was a

lot.

He kept going until he was empty, and he even got some cum on his sheets. He threw his head back into the pillows as he took deep breaths, slowly and softly rubbing his cock to see if he had anymore cum to unload. When he didn't feel anymore coming out, he laid splayed out on the bed, eyes a bit dazed as he faced the ceiling with slow and deep breaths.

Meanwhile, I was in my dorm room with the door locked, splayed out on my bed with nothing on but my t-shirt, and my panties were off to the side as I began to squirt on my

fifth

orgasm.

Fifth.

I had a towel in my mouth to muffle the sounds as I slowly went in and out of my pussy with my 9-inch vibrating dildo on a medium setting. I had to be quiet or else I would have awoken my friends, and God knows I don't want

that

to happen again. Last time I wanted my "alone" time, my friends busted into my room without knocking, and we locked eyes for what seemed like forever. It was right after we all moved in together during the last semester of freshman year, and we planned to celebrate that weekend because Maya got accepted into nursing school. When we locked eyes, they slowly closed my door and told me to get ready when I stopped mid masturbation, and we ate at the restaurant in complete and utter silence. I was so

embarrassed

that I barely said a word. I only said congratulations to Maya, and that was it. Ever since then, I have learned to lock my doors all the time. Before that, I would keep my doors unlocked as I have thought that keys were useless, so I never locked them. I know. I know. I was dumb and stupid as fuck. Now I know better. After I finished my last orgasm, my legs started to shake, my backed arched off the bed, and I let out a muffled scream into the towel. I slowly breathed heavily and took the towel out of my mouth. I put my vibrator to the side while I laid there with hooded eyes. I actually never knew I could go for that long, but I guess when you are horny for a particular person, it'd be like that. The thoughts of Professor Valentino Romano plagued my mind, and I had nothing but great orgasms because of my imaginations with my own vibrator. Like I imagine his cock in replacement from my toy, and it's really tearing me up on the inside because I want him so fucking bad. The way his arms flex underneath his shirt, the way his eyes shined when the sunlight hits him, the way his jaw clenches, the way he speaks, and the way that huge dick print show in his pants on certain occasions. Everything about him I fucking

want.

But baby, my academics is in the damn way, and I don't want no damn consequences. After some time laying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, I slowly got up to change my bedsheets, and I put my toy in my drawer. Luckily, I put a towel underneath me to prevent any more mess to the mattress.

Great.

I said as I tore the sheets off my bed and put the soaked towel in the bin.

Now I have to put on new sheets and triple wash those.

I put my sheets and underwear in the bin, and I went to my bathroom to go wash up. After washing up, I put on a clean pair of underwear and went to my closet to get extra sheets. I always keep extra sheets and comforters just in case, so I was happy to look in my closet and find more sheets that were already clean. I sprayed my bed down and put the sheets on top of the mattress. I sprayed my room, and I began to straighten my room up for a bit without making any sounds. Whenever I can't sleep, I would clean up, which results in me staying up a little longer. I decided that since it was the weekend, I can watch a scary movie and relax. I already studied, I went out with my friends, and I just had fun. I put on the movie,

Friday the 13

th

,

grabbed my box of cosmic brownies, and relaxed. For some reason, old movies always make me laugh for some reason. Maybe it's because of the cheesiness, the kills, the atmosphere, hell I don't fucking know, but I do know that it cracks me up.

Valentino went to wash himself after releasing all that pent up frustration in the shower, and he is washing his hair with his shampoo. Water and soap are running down his abdominal muscles toward his V-line, and he groaned lightly while softly scratching his scalp. Luckily, he didn't make too much of a mess on his bed or else he would have to wash the sheets again for the third time this week, and Valentino doesn't like it when his bed is messed up. Unless you are in it. He would be glad to have you in his bed over and over. It got him much more excited, and he realized that he needed to produce a plan to

ravish

you. He turned off the shower and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist, and he grabbed another one to dry his hair. He walked into the bedroom and slowly sat on his bed. He began to think deep in his thoughts, and images of you popped in his head again. I guess you can say he is down bad for you, but he couldn't let you see that. He had to break you. One way or another. He must make you react to see if it was all for him and

only

him. He wants to make you suffer just like you have made him suffer with your voluptuous body, kinky curls, plumped face, big brown eyes, and chubby thighs. He would glance here and there at your thighs and wondered how soft they would feel wrapped around his waist or on top of his shoulders. Valentino lightly shook his head and laid back on his back now facing the ceiling. He was thinking. Plotting on how to claim and

fuck

you in

his

own way.

After I finished the movie, I laid back and thought to myself how I can really rile up Professor Romano for our private tutoring session on Monday. I got off my bed and went to my drawers to look for what I could wear for that day. As I laid some clothes out, a thought hit me. I remember that Professor Romano called me 'bumblebee' when I was in his class. He wasn't slick. I bit my lip as I pulled out a cute and sexy outfit for that day: a light-yellow bra and thong set, a semi-short black skirt, a yellow low v-cut blouse, and I can wear my yellow low-heel shoes because I cannot be in stilettos all day. I smile and lightly bit my finger as I picked out a vanilla sugar scented perfume and lip gloss. I neatly sat my outfit and accessories on top of my dresser so that I can easily get to it. I turned off my television and got into my bed, smiling hard as hell and giggling as I turn off the lights.