Page 18 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

The pretty brunette is still dumbstruck.

“But how?” she gasps. “What do we do?”

We’ve come upon the blue rectangular cube. It looks a great deal like a porta-potty, but appearances are deceiving. Matteo takes the initiative and steps over to the door. It swings open, but instead of a toilet seat, it’s featureless inside.

“It’s empty,” says Melissa in a slow voice. “What does that mean?”

My friend steps in, and then reaches for a hinge. When he snaps it a certain way, a cut-out reveals itself in the wall of the blue cube. The cut-out is quite big, but it’s different from the wall cut-out we used back at the lodge. Matteo demonstrates.

“You see, this hole is actually malleable,” he begins. “Well, maybe malleable isn’t exactly the right word. But using this dial, we can control the size of the cut-out,” he says, turning his wrist to the right. Sure enough, the cut-out contracts a bit, using cunningly placed pieces of plastic arranged in a spiral fashion.

“But why do you have this?” Melissa whispers, unable to tear her eyes from the scene. “What’s the point?”

I step in smoothly.

“Well, as Matteo has demonstrated, you access the dial from the inside of the Cube, as we like to call it. What that means is that a girl can get into the cut-out, and then close the dial so that only her back half is exposed. For the pleasure of men, of course.”

Melissa’s jaw gapes open.

“You mean that a girl puts herself into this cut-out with her bottom and legs sticking out,” she begins slowly. “Then she closes the dial so that she can’t see anything but the interior of the Cube. Then men come along, and use her sweet holes any way they like?”

“Pretty much,” I say. “It sounds rancid and it is, but it’s a special design that came out of a lab in California. Evidently, the scientists there are geniuses and they specialize in all sorts of interesting toys. They were the epicenter of teledildonics, if I remember correctly.”

Melissa shakes her head, still trying to process what I’m saying.

“So I’d kneel in front of this cut out, and then stick my head and torso through so that the cut-out hits at waist level. Then I’d reach for the dial and adjust it so that the skirt comes out and closes my head and shoulders off from the bottom half of my body.”

“Yes,” growls Matteo, his eyes flaring. “Does it freak you out? Or does it turn you on?”

Melissa’s still shaking her head.

“It’s crazy,” she breathes. “What girl would use this? Why would a woman make herself available to any random passerby in the forest? It’s so strange!”

I shrug.

“Well, it is in keeping with Dads and Daughters. The daughters exist for the pleasure of truckers, and this is just another development in that vein. Suppose a trucker is walking between the Main Lodge and a subsidiary building. He decides to rest and comes upon the sweet sight of a woman’s generous bottom, offering her holes to him, no holds barred. He sees a big white rump as well as a sweet slit and brown cherry. If you ask me, this lives up to the mission of our club one hundred percent.”

Melissa is still staring, but she seems able to breathe again.

“Yes, I agree,” she says finally. “But it still seems strange to just hang out here, making your body available. I mean, it can get cold! And there are animals.”

Matteo laughs heartily.

“I’m sure no one would do this at six a.m., and Italy has a very mild climate, sweetheart. I think there are enough warm weather hours of the day for a woman to do this for a bit. Plus, the animals are more scared of you, than you of them.”

“Even bears?” asks Melissa shyly. “I’m afraid of bears.”

I grow somber.

“There are very few bears left in Italy, sweetheart. The only ones left are the Marsican brown bears, which are found in the Abruzzo National Park. That park is quite far from Milan, fortunately.”

Melissa nods.

“I see.”

I grin at her.

“Besides, the Cube is untested as of yet. No woman has used it, nor man for that matter. This is straight out of the lab in California.”

Matteo joins in, his blue eyes gleaming.

“Would you like to try it out, cara? We could take it for a spin, and initiate it, so to say. I can think of no better woman than you, Melissa.”

The curvy girl bites her lip, still looking at the blue Cube. But then she turns to us, all smiles, and giggles again.

“Why not? I’ve already learned so much and frankly, I love Italy. Let’s try it, mio amore.”

We all laugh then, and as the beautiful brunette begins to show us her assets, my heart rate accelerates. After all, it isn’t everyday a gift from God drops into your lap, but with Melissa, it appears that Matteo and I have found our missing third.

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