Hearts On Hold Scene 12

In the darkness of the house, Mario waited. He didn't even know what he was waiting for, or how long he would have to wait. But he waited. Occasionally he looked out the window, waiting to see the car's headlights return.

Where were they? What were they doing? Time slipped by slowly amid a thousand thoughts and images that Mario could no longer stop. Seeing them at dinner, hands brushing. Seeing them leave the restaurant. Mario felt a mix of emotions - guilt, pain, love, and tenderness swirling together.

It was one-twenty by now. In the last few minutes, Mario had remained almost glued to the window hoping to see her arrive. Few cars had passed, but none was the boy's car. Each time Mario felt something tighten in his throat, and part of him was relieved when he saw them drive away. What if she didn't return? He shook his head to chase away the thought. For a moment he was distracted and didn't notice two small white headlights that grew larger as they approached.

When the light almost illuminated the villa, he suddenly hid and peeked from behind the curtain. The car slowly entered the driveway and stopped in front of the entrance. Lara still sitting with her bag resting on her legs. They stayed there in that position for a while talking, their bodies distant. Mario was no longer breathing, terrified of being discovered and focused on every smallest detail he could glimpse.

-- I really had a good time. I needed this, -- he heard Lara say.

-- Me too, -- replied the young man.

-- Now maybe I should go -- Lara had meanwhile put the keys in the door and had started turning the lock.

-- Would you like to have a drink together? -- he asked.

Mario heard her laugh as the front door slowly opened. Mario moved to peek through the small gap in the study door. Lara was still outside, leaning against the doorframe, her blonde hair falling down her back. Mario gently pushed the study door to see a bit more. Wrapped as he was in total darkness, no one could see him. This way he could perfectly see the front door, the stairs, part of the living room and the first section of the open kitchen they had behind the couch. He breathed slowly, with difficulty.

-- With all we've already drunk, you still want to drink? I don't know Marco, I don't know,-- Lara paused briefly, Mario saw her move slightly, almost swaying in her position.

--You're a bit dangerous, I don't know if I should let you in,-- she said with a definitely flirtatious tone, while continuing to sway in place.

-- Me? You're the dangerous one. Come on, 10 minutes, one drink. I promise I'll keep my hands to myself. And you don't know how difficult that is,-- said the young man in a persuasive tone.

Lara stepped back slightly, the young man leaned slightly toward the doorway. Mario saw them there, motionless, looking at each other. Lara began playing with her hair with one finger.

-- Yeah, as if you've done that so far,-- she remained still for another moment, then turned towards the kitchen. --Come on, come in,-- she finally told him.

What the fuck was going on. Mario couldn't move. He saw that boy, a stranger, enter his house, look around and head towards the living room. What the fuck was going on. He couldn't rationalize. He was in the grip of emotions. Still, he felt his insides tighten and his cock pull in his pants. What the fuck was going on. "I swear I keep my hands to myself" ... "As if You've done it until now" ... what the fuck did that mean. Had he touched her? Those hands on her. What the fuck was going on. Whatever he had imagined, images, situations, all kinds, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. And it was real, there, before his eyes. He is a motionless spectator.

-- This house is spectacular, it's beautiful -- said Marco, standing in front of the table, looking around

-- Yes -- Lara replied, her voice almost with a hint of melancholy -- what do you want to drink? Fancy a glass of honey grappa? -- Lara asked him.

-- Anything goes --

Mario felt the slight tension of that moment, he barely saw them move, he lowered his face as they advanced towards the kitchen until he found himself practically lying on the ground. From there he could only see the lower part of the body, from the hips down. Lara was with her back in front of the furniture top, she was presumably taking the grappa and the glasses from the cupboards. Their honey grappa. A bitter honey now. Marco came up behind her to meet her and get the glasses. He stood next to her. Mario saw his arm move slowly, as if in slow motion behind Lara's back, brushing her hair and resting on her hip.

-- Marco, you promised, -- she said with a slightly trembling voice

-- You're too much... so I can't keep my promises, -- he replied

Mario's eyes widened as he saw Lara's feet, her legs, her entire body, turn towards Marco. Legs facing each other. Close. Silence. Silence. He could hear what sounded like little pops. Crackles. Silence. Marco's hands encircled Lara's hips. The two bodies pressed against each other. Mario felt the floor on which he was lying become soft, as if it were made of small waves that made him float and swing. He began to sweat coldly and a feeling of nausea took over him.

They were kissing. There. In front of him. In what used to be their kitchen. For a moment Mario was afraid of feeling ill, of fainting. He was about to call for help in a feeble voice when he saw them break away.

-- Dangerous... I said so -- Lara said with a slight gasp. Almost a whisper but enough for Mario to hear. Lara stepped forward and sat on the couch, her legs crossed, leaving an empty space between her and the armrest.

--Come on, come and sit here,-- she said, caressing the empty seat on the sofa.

Marco advanced, slowly sat down on the sofa, with his body slightly turned towards her. He saw them look at each other, both with glasses in their hands. He could no longer move and small electric tremors ran through his entire body. The state of excitement was now almost unbearable. With slow movements and trying to make the slightest noise he began to undo his trousers with his left hand, inserting his hand into his boxers and lowering them slightly.

Mario began to caress himself slowly, while Marco and Lara looked at each other sitting on the sofa.