Sua Farfalla

Damn you teenage hormones

(A/N: mature content ahead people, watch out...)

Jenna's POV:

Getting into the bus all hot and bothered isn't really a good idea. 

Every time I let my mind wonder, it goes back to Alonzo's kissable lips and warm body, his hot breath caressing my cheeks, neck and lips every time he whispered something to me.

And each time I remember those things, my thighs involuntary rub against each other trying to create some friction.

I closed my eyes and decided to imagine what it would be like to have Alonzo's hands all over me. 

Touching and caressing my every cell.

I pictured him undressing me while sucking my neck, leaving little love marks all over my body to claim what we both know is already his. 

I also imagined him taking his clothes off, giving me a clear view of the toned stomach I know lies beneath that torturing shirt that always covers him from me.

His hands would trail down my face to my breasts, where he'd pay them the attention they crave so much. 

Then, he'd lower them to my stomach and later on towards my core, where he'd softly stroke my folds through the thin material my panties provided.

All of a sudden, I realized I took the fantasy way too far, for a soft and silent moan escaped my lips. 

Embarrassed as if I'd farted, I quickly covered my mouth and looked around to see if anyone noticed, only to find a creepy old woman with a smirk, nodding her head in understanding as if she knew exactly what I was thinking about.

After I saw her wink and turn her head towards the window, I couldn't take the embarrassment anymore, so I decided to get off the bus at the next stop and get on the following one.

But of f*****g course, me being me, my luck being abundant, no other bus stopped. 

After thirty minutes of waiting, I realized the sun was quickly going down, so I decided to walk the rest of the way home.

After a bit more than an hour, I could distinctly gaze at my house at the end of the corner, and felt myself walking faster than before.

My feet were killing me, I was chilly all over since genius me forgot her jumper at Alonzo's cell, and to top it all off, I'm still hot and bothered by that Italian goon.

Damn you teenage hormones for making me moan in a public place!

-

As I walked through the front garden, I saw Mandy exit the house and get into her car. 

Once I walked past her, I heard her roll down her window and asked for me to approach her.

"I'm going out with my girlfriends tonight, you're staying with Gerald. There's frozen lasagna in the freezer. See you tomorrow"

That being said, she pulled out of the driveway and faded into the now dark streets.

Her going out with her 'girlfriends' meant she would be f*****g someone in a cheap motel, which also meant Gerald knew about this and would take the opportunity to score too.

That's the thing between them. They don't love each other, they cheat all the time, but none of them seems to care anyway. 

If they are happy... agh, who am I kidding, I don't give a damn.

I'm glad about the lasagna part though...

I mean, they really don't want to accept me as their daughter, but they still take care of me. 

They make sure my education is on check, my health is good and my basic needs are covered.

Well, the government does check on their spendings from now and then, so that's probably why they bother with me. 

I thank them for what they provide me with.

Mentally though, well that's a different story.

-

Once in my room, I decided to do something about this god forsaken burning sensation the Italian inmate left on my core.

I slowly started taking my clothes off and threw them on the floor, not even bothering to lock the door since neither of my foster parents were at home.

I softly lay on my bed and pulled my legs apart, letting my hand wander off to where I pictured Alonzo's would.

My mind completely shut off and the only thing occupying my thoughts was the Italian accent I grew to adore, telling me hot words and turning me on even more by the second.

My fingers expertly started rubbing my c**t while my other hand grabbed my right breast, hard. 

By then I was a moaning mess, Alonzo being the only thing my mind could process right now.

I could faintly remember him calling me his farfalla, killing me softly with each syllable that rolled out of his mouth.

Feeling really close to the edge, I let my thumb take care of my nub while I inserted two fingers in me, moving them fast and hard into my wet core.

With one last loud moan, I felt myself give into the extraordinary sensation my orgasm was providing me with, making my mind get lost for a few seconds before coming back down to earth. 

I lay there for a while, and when I felt my breath even out completely, I removed my hands from myself and opened my eyes to face my solitary reality again.

Only to wish I never had.