Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 5

Our mothers showed up at about nine along with Luigi. Concerning his looks, it was obvious that Paola’s mother was exaggerating. I supposed not meeting for a long time could explain the inaccuracies in her description.

Luigi was in his mid-forties with a large belly and a gray beard. He wore a short-sleeved shirt, white summer trousers and a straw hat. In terms of appearance, he certainly didn’t look like a lady-killer, but then, what did I know? Maybe his appeal had something to do with the way he spoke. Judging from the way they stared at him, it wouldn’t be too hard for Luigi to find his way in their bedrooms.

Yes! Paula too was overly impressed by his words even though I doubted how much of their meaning she could actually grasp. Was she that smart? The truth was that we hadn’t spoken much about anything. We just sat under the sun letting our young bodies absorb as much sunlight as we could. Wasn’t this the essence of summer?

In fact, I had practically stopped using my gray matter since we came here three weeks ago. Occasionally I would pick a book or a magazine, but couldn’t read it for more than a few minutes.

The isolated spot and the lack of stimulation was probably why Luigi’s visit seemed like a refreshing change. He actually had something to talk about, that’s why everyone was hanging from his lips.

Of course, the topic he spoke about was films, films, films. However, he also seemed interested in everyone else’s opinion, particularly Paula.

“How about you tell us about your favorite Italian film.”

“When I was a kid I saw some on TV. Hercules and stuff.”

“Have you not seen a film by our great masters? Fellini, Visconti, Antonioni?”

“No but I’ve heard of them.”

“Kids nowadays like only the Hollywood stuff,” said my aunt. “When I was young we would go to the movies to watch the films of Goddard and Truffaut. Today’s audience has no idea about art films.”

“I like art films,” said Paula. “My favorite film is the Phantom of the Opera.”

“The musical version?”

“Yeah, the one they sing.”

“This shows you’re a romantic soul.”

“I suppose I like it because it can’t happen in real life.”

“Have you found any interesting boys in Canada?”

“Nothing so far. Boys of my age just talk about computers and sports.”

“You like Italians better?”

“They’re a pain in the ass. They just want to get in your underwear as soon as possible.”

“They can’t help themselves,” commented Luigi. “The language of the Mediterranean is the language of love.”

“I thought this was the Adriatic,” I stated.

“Correct, correct, Stefano. Nevertheless, the Adriatic is a part of the Mediterranean too. People here are warm blooded.”

Luigi constantly kept on staring at Paula’s tanned thighs. Was he after her or her mother? This I wanted to see. How far would my aunt dare to go with another man in the presence of her daughter?

“How about you Luigi? How warm blooded are you?” asked Paula.

“That is something which unfortunately you will never discover, my dear.”

“You can’t be sure,” I said. “I think Paula likes older guys.”

“Most girls at this age do. It’s something quite natural. Do you know why? Because boys of your age have not yet learnt to pull the proper strings. Don’t worry though, one day you will learn.”

“Luigi!” shouted my mother. “Stop teaching my son how to become a s****l predator.”

“He is Italian. Eventually he will become one,” stated Luigi.

I gazed at Paula and she tried to avoid my glance. Was this how I ought to be if I wanted to have her? Should I become a s****l predator? How necessary that was? Our current situation wasn’t too bad, even though I wanted far more than what she was offering. At least I got the chance to see her naked and touch her body. Maybe during the course of the next two and a half weeks she would surrender completely to me.

Luigi started talking about some film festival and after a while, Paula headed to her room. I had already had half a glass of red wine and enjoyed the way Luigi spoke even though I didn’t always understand the topic. I liked watching films, mostly horror and thriller but I seldom went to the cinema, nor I ever read film news. My mother and my aunt seemed more familiar with the themes Luigi was talking about.

During their college years, they were a pair of cool chicks, hanging out with hippies and going to anti-American demonstrations. That was probably the time when my aunt first got acquainted with Luigi and probably got to sleep with him a few times.

Now that Paula was gone, my aunt seemed less restrained than before. She crossed her legs in such a manner that allowed her skirt to slide upwards, and now and then, she would randomly touch Luigi. My mother didn’t seem at all shocked by her sister’s behavior. I wondered how Paula felt about that. I could hardly imagine her getting upset by anything.

The time eventually came for me to withdraw. Luigi bid me farewell in a warm manner and suggested that I watch more European films. I gave a nod knowing that I would probably be seeing him on a frequent basis from now and on. Summer holidays was all about getting together, right?

I paused at the top of the stairs and gazed at Paula’s room down the corridor. The lights were off so I didn’t bother. I was feeling dizzy from the wine and all I wanted was to lie down. In addition, it wasn’t very safe to go to Paula’s room and try to pull another stunt. Her mother would probably show up soon.

The back yard was right below my window so I had to close it to avoid hearing their annoying cackles. Thanks to my aunt’s loud and enthusiastic voice, they were a worse pain in the ass than high school students were.

I took off my shirt and shorts and lied on the bed. I began fantasizing about my aunt and very soon had an erection. Was I some sort of pervert? Instead of being on the lookout for girls, I was trying to get off with my cousin. I also fantasized about her mother. How normal was that?

I wish someone were there to give me some advice. Something like, “Hey buddy, you gotta go with what you’ve got. Any p***y is okay as long as it’s available pussy.”