Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 12

I was not used to Paula expressing herself in such a vulgar manner. I guess she wouldn’t have done so if there was anybody else present apart from her jerk cousin and the fat slob who just f****d her mom.

“I’m sure there are far worse things happening in the world than cousins having s*x with each other,” Luigi said tactfully.

“You’re telling me it’s okay?”

“Just don’t tell your mother,” he answered and let out a chuckle.

“All right,” said Paula and shook her head a few times. I noticed she was smiling, but with the glasses she was wearing, it was impossible to tell what she had in mind.

Was she thinking about me when she asked Luigi this question?

“I guess your secret is safe as long as my secret is safe,” said Luigi.

“Rascals always need to look out for each other,” chuckled Paula.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she just call Luigi Fiorentino, the renowed film critic, a rascal?

“Time to get wet,” said Paula and stood up. She took off her glasses and hat, and laid them at her feet.

“Anyone else coming?”

“Maybe later,” I replied.

Under the lustful gazes of several male beach goers, she walked across the sand to join the others in the water. She exchanged a few words with them before she vanished under the water. A few moments later, her head popped up at a distance of ten meters from where she was last seen. With quick strokes she began swimming towards Angelo and Karen.

“You like her, huh?” asked Luigi.

“We grew up together. I guess I miss her when she’s away.”

“It’s either your cousin or your best friend’s sister. There are hundreds of films made on the subject.”

“Who was it for you?”

“It was my sister’s classmate. She was so close she was like a family member. I remember her spending more time at our place than her own.”

“Did your sister ever find out?”

“Not at the time. I waited a couple of years before I told her. I suppose she wouldn’t have been pleased if she had found out right away.”

“How did it happen?”

“Let’s say that I was the one being seduced.”

“Did you get steady afterwards?”

“No. To my disappointment it was strictly a one-time thing.”

“Any words of advice?”

“There is only one thing you got to know. The gap between the two of you is going to widen every year. This summer may be your last chance, kiddo!”

With these words, Luigi got up and trotted across the sand. When he reached the edge of the water, he jumped forward and landed in the water with a big splash.

“Luigi!” shouted my aunt. Then the three of them began splashing water on Luigi.

I just sat there staring blankly in front of me. I didn’t know if it was a good idea sharing our little secret with Luigi. What would happen if he got drunk one night and told my aunt about our little conversation? I liked him but I didn’t know him too well to trust him.

Another thing that worried me was Paula’s whimsical behavior. I feared that she would open her mouth too much at the wrong moment and cause much embarrassment. Yet my fear was not enough to lessen my desire for her.

Luigi was right about one thing. Time was running and I didn’t have much time left.

After everyone was out of the water, we headed to Luigi’s place for more food. The two-story house, which belonged to his family, had a nice view of the coast and a large front garden. He didn’t come every year, sometimes he would rent it out for the entire season. A woman in her fifties-most likely a relative-who lived in a room on the ground floor, took care of the place. At first she seemed surprised when Luigi showed up with a crowd but quickly began chatting with my aunt and mom. As it turned out, she was a long term resident of the island and was familiar with our family name. She even knew some of my dad’s cousins. When my aunt and mom offered to help her with the food, she denied flatly and insisted that it was her obligation and pleasure to take care of the guests.

We sat on the large balcony on the first floor and chatted lively while waiting for the food to arrive. Luigi was the main moderator and the first topic was about what kind of men Karen liked. It was natural that she would become the focus of the main attention for she was the most exotic being at the table.

She admitted having a thing for Mediterranean men. In the past, she had a Spanish, a Greek, and a Syrian boyfriend. She got reluctant to discuss which type of Mediterranean boyfriend she preferred, though she did imply that the final standoff would be between Spain and Italy.

“Unfortunately we don’t have a British man here to tell us what he thinks about Mediterranean women.”

“If you want my opinion, they’re unbelievable sexy,” said Karen.

“But emotionally unstable and possessive,” added Stefano.

“We Southerners admire Northern people for being so composed. Look at those Scandinavians. It’s no big deal when they take their clothes off in front of each other!” declared Luigi.

“Stefano and I saw a naked couple on the beach,” said Paula. “I think they were Italian. French maybe.”

“If they were Italian, they wouldn’t dare to do such a thing on this side of the island. Everyone would be talking about them.”

“I’m afraid what will happen when people find out about our nice isolated spot. More and more people will be showing up for the summer and we won’t have any peace anymore,” said my mother.

“You had better enjoy it while it lasts,” said Luigi and we all laughed.