Page 88 of Wicked

“I have it,” I say, turning.

“Have what?” Grumpy asks, looking over the crowd of stunning Italians.

“Your family! Your relatives are in a perfect position to help with the theme park. You simply need to unite them and act as the glue.” I pace slowly under the tree, and it helps me think.

I tell Dante his ex-chef aunt could teach cuisine history to tourists in the castle, even teach people to cook. “Three classes a day would easily work in the big castle,” I then explain, his cousin Mia could teach Italian fashion history. She could even teach keen tourists to explore their own design interests, and they could charge high rates. I then remind him his winemaking, and history focused uncle could teach wine making, and maybe even teach tourists how to train gladiator-style.

As Dante listens, I watch his mind turn over.

I push on, and I remind him his sister’s problem of now having too many horses can be converted into a positive. She can lead wine tours through Tuscan vineyards, and someone can convert the excess sports cars into more Tuscan travel.

“Convertible car tours through Tuscany in world-class Italian cars hourly or daily will be an absolute hit!”

Finishing my pitch, I stare down on the moonlit sea. As I turn to Dante, I watch his brow furrow. “I hate you.”

I laugh loudly. “You only hate me when I’m right.”

As Dante sighs, he looks me up and down and steps closer. “This is going to mean extra classes.”

“And staying after class?” I ask.

“Yes, young one. And the tasks will…”

“Stretch me?”

“Stretch you and your imagination.”

I lean in, kiss his cheek, and I touch his chest. “Promises, promises.”

After taking another sip of wine, I hand it to Dante. “Hold this, teacher. This F level student is going to the bathroom to powder her nose.”

I walk across the manicured lawn between the well-dressed Italian guests. I notice eyes on me; no one has ever watched me before. I feel uneasy. Uneasy until I notice the men, their eyes, and their scowls.

Italian men do not mess around, and when they look at you, they really look.

As I walk past more, I blush, gulp, and push on. If I had panties on, they would have just melted.

After crossing a small ornate marble bridge, I walk up marble steps and head past the statues. I take in the figures, and the marble men and woman are gorgeous, naked, and sexy.

I shake my head and push on as the satin dress slides over my curves and ripples behind me.

As I glow inside, I head for the bathroom. Being admired by men and having lost my virginity is somehow changing my energy. For once, I feel confident, and I’m not ashamed of my curves.

In fact, I’m proud. Proud to look like a real woman, and proud to not look like some skinny rake or a boy.

As I peer back at the gathering, I pause and smile. It would appear the hot guys trying to eye fuck me were all talking to skinny catwalk types.

Italian men like curves, and they appear to likemine.

I walk past a final sexy marble statue, and I rest a hand on the statue’s shoulder. This one has a body like my teacher. Also, a six pack and that hot as heck V.

As my nipples pebble, I force myself on. I’m going to need extra lessons tonight.

As I walk into the arched marble bathroom, I think about how I want Dante tonight. I then think aboutbuckinginto his face. Bucking while I yank on his hair and force his sinful lips to suck on my clit.

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