Reconnect with the Painted Houses

Things Seems To Be Going Great

In Amber Delaimi's Point of View

In contrast to Ali and I, Stella is from a huge family. Being the youngest and the only girl with four older brothers guaranteed her the number one spot in her house. After being constantly showered with attention, she traveled so far from her native Chile. For some peace.

When we first, she said she was going to study for college in Brazil, where her parents are from, but she quickly changed her mind when some of her brothers suggested they move with her.

Enough with the narrative, I am still hiding in my room when my phone buzzed, and Rian's name flashes on my screen.

"Hey.. Are you two finally friends again?" I call out cautiously as I made my way out of my room to the living room. They are both fixated on the Maestro in Blue rerun on the TV. I got a faint "Yeah" response, letting me know it was safe to approach.

"So, the Motorsports team is having a party. I was wondering-"

"If we go with you?" Ali interrupted, sounding hopeful.

"No?"

Stella tilted a little, delight written all over her face. "If you would mind that Rian wants to come here?"

"Yeah! Wait. How did you-"

"Loosen up, sweetheart." She laughs, holding out her hand. "We heard about the party, and I did think it would be strange if you wanted to get railed with drunk freshmen making out just on the other side of the door."

Paleochora is a beautiful place with a lot of rentable villas and vacation houses, so our place is one of those that has a great view and tons of natural light. Our home is one of Ali's dad's "forgive me" presents. It was either after he forgot Ali's birthday or before he decided to go to a week-long trip without informing Ali or his mother.

It is a peaceful place to live in.

Ali and I are not supposed to be at parties, but what Professor Adam and Ali's parents does not know would not hurt them.

After a couple of minutes of watching TV

Rian texted me to let me know he was finally on his way up, giving me an excuse to finally leave the living room.

I was already getting the butterflies, anticipating a knock at the door anytime soon, and I would know that Rian would be on the other side of it. It was strange to me at first, but now, it is cute.

After few knocks, I opened the door to let him in. His messy black hair is still wet, and he smells strongly of red grapefruit and something I cannot quite put my finger on, which is now strangely sensual to me. His lips pressed against my cheek lightly. "Hello, beautiful."

He hands me a bag of snacks he always insisted on bringing because, apparently, I did not eat enough, and I do not have anything good to eat whenever he is here. Rian eats more than any person I know, and his version of good food is loaded with sugar.

For some reason, Ali and Ella have been watching us from the living room like they have never seen other human beings enter our house before. Rian laughs when he finally spots them. Fortunately, he is used to them by now.

"Hey, Dufort?" Stella shouts as I lead him to my room.

He turned around to face her. "Yeah?"

"Since my bedroom is next to my bear's and I do not want to be listening to your grunting and skins slapping all night," my eyes widen, "can I have the code for your room? Just so I do not have to fight for the shared bedroom at the party when I come over at your place."

Their team's housing has electronically coded locks on bedroom doors for security. Rian's room has a private bathroom, so Ella's request is a good idea since the bathroom line gets ridiculous the drunker people get.

"Sure, I will text it to you. No snooping though, Elle. I will know if you have."

She holds up a thumbs up. "Alright. Enjoy all the sex."

"God, Ella." I finally dragged Rian into my room away from her. "I am so sorry."

"I really like Stella, Funny as ever." He chuckles as he cups my face between his hands and tilting my head up so he can kiss me.

It is soft at first, then more urgent as his tongue moves against mine. His hands travel down my body gently until they reach my thighs, my body feeling familiar with his after doing this so many times.

I think my housemates are leaving me now, but every kiss Rian places on my neck steals my attention away. I should check if it is them going, but it suddenly plummets to the bottom of my mind when Rian lowers me to the bed and climbs on top of me.

"How was your day?" he mumbles beneath my ear.

He always does this. He kisses me perfectly, puts his body between my legs, applies enough pressure to make me squirm, scrambles the thoughts in my head, and then asks something mundane like how was my day.

The second I try to formulate a response, his fingers journey beneath my shirt, and he traces the curve of my jaw with his nose. Every inch of my skin feels like it is buzzing and he has not even done anything yet. "It was.. Uh.. Uhm.. Fine.. I.. Mhmm.. Studied..."

Rian's body rocks as he laughs. "You mhmm studied? Sounds interesting. Tell me more, bear."

I love him. I really, really love him.

I incoherently mumble something about quality of care and safety as he strips us of our clothes until we are both in our underwear. Rian's body would make a Roman god weep; tanned skin from his summer race in Santorini.

Forget a Roman god, it makes me want to weep.

Gripping on my panties on each hip, he waits until I nod before slowly pulling them down my legs, throwing them behind him, and spreading my legs wide.