Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 9

Thanks to a new unexpected turn of events, I wasn’t evicted from my room. All because Stefano showed up with a girl. Karen was British and she studied psychology at the same University as Stefano. He wanted to give us a surprise, which was why he hadn’t informed us in advance. Thank God, the bed in my room was single, or else I would have to give it up for them to stay. Instead, my mom and sister offered their room to Stefano and his friend. In turn, they would take up the room upstairs where Paula was sleeping who, in turn, could either share her mother’s room or take the sofa on the ground floor.

I wondered how my aunt fell about this. Well, probably it wasn’t such a big deal for her. If she wanted to get off with Luigi, all she had to do was go out for a drive with him. Despite being the one least affected by the new arrangement, I was pissed off. No more sneaking off into Paula’s room when she was asleep for the time being. I would have to wait for Angelo and Karen to leave.

At least Karen seemed a nice girl. Fair skin and hair, big blue eyes, a nice smile, plus a wonderful British accent that made her sound so classy. The moment they showed up, she was wearing a short sleeveless dress and sandals. The skin tone of her exposed thighs was enough to make me feel dizzy.

“You must be Stefano, right?” she asked and gave me her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Angelo was wearing a plain t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He put his arms around me and kissed my cheek while Karen looked at us in an amused tone.

“Stefano! Long time no see,” he said in Italian. “Do you like my new girlfriend? Isn’t she wonderful?”

“First class,” I replied. I gazed at Karen and smiled at her. I felt a relief that she couldn’t understand a word we said.

“You need to study some Italian,” I told her with my broken English.

“Until then, you can be my interpreter,” she said. Her big, bright eyes were so warm. Karen was the exact opposite of Paula. With such a girl, you always knew where you were standing.

“I’d love to,” I said.

After they were done with all the hugs and kissing, they withdrew to their rooms to refresh themselves while my mom and aunt prepared lunch. Given it was such a special occasion; my aunt called Luigi and asked him to come over.

Paula helped them set the table and cut vegetables for the salad. I wandered around the kitchen for a while without offering to do anything useful. When I got bored, I went outside and sat one a chair under a tree.

“Things will be normal again in a few days,” I said to Paula as she was going back and forth between the yard and the kitchen.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. “Aren’t you happy they’re here?”

I made a frown and stared at her bare legs. How much I wanted to slide my hands up her thighs and under her shorts to fell the wetness beneath her underwear. Who knows when I would get the chance to do that now that the intruders were here?

“I didn’t know you were so close with Angelo,” I muttered.

“Maybe not as close as I’m with you, but he is still my cousin.”

“Family gatherings are so boring.”

She shot me a glance and went back into the room. This made me realize I had better shut up and stop complaining before everyone figured out there was something wrong with me. No matter how much I disliked family gathering I would have to put up my best face and make the best out of the circumstances.

I heard the sound of a car arriving and I stretched my neck out to see who it was. Luigi had just arrived with a bottle of wine. After exchanging kisses with the women in the kitchen, he joined me in the back yard. A few minutes later Angelo and Karen had also shown up. He had changed into shorts and sandals while Karen wore the same yellow dress. I did the introductions and in no time, they were chatting lively in English about the latest European film festivals. It seemed that I was the one now in need of a translator. The only thing I could do was sit there and stare at Karen’s thighs until it was time to eat.

A lot of the discussion was taking place in English therefore someone had to do the translation for my mother. She seemed to have the worst English of the lot. I was ok as long as the topics were not overtly complex, while my poor sister-who barely knew her abc's, seemed more baffled than anyone else.

Angelo told us about his life in England and my aunt told him about their life in Canada. Then they started comparing prices and living condition. Then the topic switched to family and eventually to stories from the past about our old neighborhood in Naples. That was where our three families had grown up together in close vicinity. Now the only one left there was Angelo’s parents and his older sister who was now married. My family had moved to Rome and my aunt’s to Canada. The only chance for us to relive the past was in this old house on this small island. We would spend some days together before each one of us would return to his life. This would go on probably for a few more years but it was bound one day to stop. Just like the secret game that I used to play with Paula.

She would come over to my house and we would climb up to the attic to read old magazines. There was a lot of stuff there from my parent’s childhood. Toys, illustrated books, music boxes, clothes, magazines, and above all, comic books. Luckily, my father was the kind of person who never threw anything away.

It all began when we found in one magazine from the seventies photos of a couple kissing and we decided to do the same. Firstly, I put my arms around her and our lips joined together. At that time, we were probably eight so we were clueless about French kissing and nibbling. We were content with hugging each other and putting our lips together. Only when we discovered the stash of pornographic magazines at the bottom of a box did we decide to take our clothes off.