Page 26 of My Italian Roommate

“You’re almost forty, dear. When are you going to add more grandchildren to this family?”

“Relax, sorella. I’m not even married.”

“You’d better get on that, then, and soon, fratelli,” she kisses my hand then gets up to call her daughter back to the main house for bed. They whine a bit but drag Mallory back to the table before following their mother inside.

“Those girls are amazing and they speak English very well,” Mallory beams.

“They sure like you. See, what did I tell you?”

“Your family is very nice. You were right. I feel very welcome here.”

“They like you, too. My sister just told me so.”

She lays her head on my shoulder and says, “I don’t want this night to end but I don’t know how much longer I can keep my eyes from closing.”

“Let’s go say good night to everyone. We’re going to stay in one of the guest houses.”

“Guest houses?” she asks.

“Well, they’re guest houses now. My mother had them built so that each of her children had a place of their own on the property, but we aren’t allowed to move into them until we’re married.”

“So, two of your sisters live in their own houses, and the other lives in the main house>,” she asks.

“Exactly. That leaves two fully furnished empty houses for us.”

My mother tells us that she’s put fresh linens and towels in one of the houses for us and wishes us a good night. I escort Mallory down the lighted path to the little cottage and open the front door. She looks around and says, “It’s very cute.”

There’s a fire already burning in the stone fireplace and a fruit and cheese plate sitting on the kitchen counter next to the espresso machine. My mother thought of everything.

“What about a shower before bed?” I ask, hoping she’ll agree so I can show her the outdoor shower that overlooks the ocean below.

“If you want. Where’s the bathroom?”

“Oh, no. We’re not using the one in the bathroom. We’re using the one out there.” I point to the French doors that lead to the back patio and can see that I’ve piqued her interest.

She rushes to the doors and pulls them open, stepping outside. I grab two of the towels that my mother left for us and follow behind her, guiding her to the stone shower with the tall glass door.

“It’s big enough to put a whole family in,” she exclaims.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet. For now, it’ll be just the two of us.”

I tug at her shirt and begin to lift it over her head.

“Is this okay? We can just get naked out here?” she asks, looking from side to side.

“This area is fenced off from the main house for that very reason. Nobody wants to get mooned when they take their morning coffee in the garden,” I explain and continue to undress her.

“Your turn,” she says, unbuttoning my pants. “Hurry, it’s chilly out here.”

“You’ll feel better in a second when that warm water hits you, baby girl,” I reply as I remove my shirt.

We stand together under the water and listen to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore below. Pulling her close, I press my erect penis against her thigh. She places her arms around my neck and stands on her tiptoes. “This is the most amazing place in the world.”

I spin her around and place her hands against the glass wall facing the beach. Pushing her legs apart, I drive myself home from behind and take her as she looks out over the edge of the cliff to the view below.

13

A SURPRISE ON THE BEACH

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