Dear Eugenio

DEAR EUGENIO 3

USUAL DISCLAIMER

"DEAR EUGENIO" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

DEAR EUGENIO

by Andrej Koymasky © 2018
written on April 30th 1991
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Paul

THREE

The second important event happened a couple of months later. School was over and I was staying at the castle. It was July and very hot. I decided to go up onto the roof of the stable to sunbathe. At that time, the stable roof had two sides with double pitched roofs and tiles. Between them, and in the centre, was a flat part, which was not very wide. This was where the hay was brought in for stowage under the roofs on both sides, through two narrow, wooden doors. To distribute the hay to the horses, there was a kind of trap door with hoppers, from where the hay could drop directly into the stalls of the horses. It was very cleverly designed system. Now the stables are different. They were rebuilt about seven years ago.

I got into the habit of taking a rug with me. I undressed completely and outstretched there to get a tan. Once on the platform, I could not be seen from any direction. I was visible to no one, but if somebody approached and climbed the rung ladder, I could see and hear them, thus giving time to put on my swimming trunks, that I always had near me. However, this was unlikely

Anyway, I reached the platform and was in the process of spreading the rug, when I noticed that the small door of one of the two attics was ajar. I went to close it, thinking that perhaps the wind had blown it open. Normally, aside from when hay was loaded, no one ever went up there. Then I mused that as it was open, there must be somebody inside, because the wind could not have forced back the bolt. Therefore, I quietly opened the door to see who was in there and why.

Inside, was Paolo, the gardener-cum-help, the son of Nene, and who was then seventeen, with the son of one of the farmers. I can't remember his name, but he was around sixteen. Paolo was standing and had his trousers down around his ankles, his hard and straight member jutting out. The other boy was crouching in front of him, sucking at it with a will as he hastily masturbated himself.

As soon as they heard the little door squeak, Paolo jumped back and covered his groin with both hands, while the other boy, jumped up. He looked at me dismayed, agape, uselessly trying to make himself decent. For a while, we all stared at each other, remaining still.

Then the boy started to stammer in the local dialect, in a whining tone, "I told you 'e was bloody dangerous! Double shit! And now? And now?"

I said to the boy whose name I did not know, seriously, "Get out! Go home!"

"Me muvver, me farver... they'll cut me throat like a pig, 'e will..." the boy said in a frightened tone.

"No, he won't. GO! GO! I'll not tell your father. Just go, now and fast!"

The boy looked at me even more astounded than before, but didn't move.

"Will you go home?" I said in a firm tone.

"But really? You's not goin' to tell me parents?"

"No, I shan't tell anyone. You have my word."

"Christ, what luck!" he exclaimed in half a voice and ran away, fast.

I shifted out of the way of the door to let him pass. I could hear him scuttling down the external rung ladder. Paolo remained where he was, still and pale like a plaster statue. He was trembling from head to toe, his hands still covering his member and his trousers still down around his ankles.

"Paolo, stop trembling, I don't want to harm you!"

"You aint goin' to...to... tell me family... Master?"

"No way. I would not tell your parents."

"And to... to Madam the Duchess?"

"No, to nobody, Paolo. Really, to nobody! Take your hands away from there."

"Why, Master? What you want to do to me?"

"Nothing. I want just to look at you. Go on, take your hands away, let me see."

Paolo, violently shaking, slowly took his hands away, looking at me scared.

"What a pity, it has become soft. But it is beautiful, you are well developed, and have lot of hair. Well, pull up your trousers, go on!"

"Can I? Really can I?"

"Sure. Do you want to stay in that state forever?" I answered laughing softly.

He bent down and rapidly tidied himself. Then he looked into my eyes, still frightened: "What... what'll you do to me, Master?"

"Nothing! I told you... talk, maybe."

"To talk? Ain't you goin' to punish I?"

"Punish you? For what?"

"For... for the things I was doin' before wiv... wiv 'im."

"No, silly boy. Come, come on."

He followed me. I gestured for him to take a seat on the rug and I settled next to him. "Paolo, tell me, do you do it often, with that boy?"

"I... er, well..."

"Come on, tell me the truth, do you do it often?"

"Nay, at times... when bofe is turned on."

"Turned on? Turned on, what?"

"Tis just a word, Master. When we feels like doin'... these fings, I suppose."

"Once a week? Two?" I asked thinking that I usually masturbated a couple of times per week.

"Depends. When us can, I suppose. At times just once in a monf, sometimes every day..."

"Every day?"

"Yes, Master, especially now, in summer..."

"And do you always come here?"

"No, Master, this would be the fif time..."

"Where do you do it, I mean usually?"

"Bah, where it turns up..."

"And when did you start to do these things, you two?"

"It could be two years... no, less than that."

"And do you do it also with others?"

"At times, Master. But not offen."

"With whom?"

The boy, who was calming down, started to tremble again: "I can't tell e, Master, forgive us... I won't sneak on the uvers."

"All right, sorry, Paolo. You are right." I said, in an understanding tone.

I looked at Paolo. He was not beautiful, but almost handsome. He had a likeable face. His short-sleeved shirt let me guess of a well-shaped chest and his arms were strong. Old trousers completely covered his legs, but I saw them before and knew they were sound and firm. From the trousers come out his bare feet, tapered, with long toes. Also his hands were beautiful, tapered, with long fingers.

"Paolo?"

"Yes, Master?" he answered looking at me anxiously.

"You do like what you were doing, don't you?"

"Why you ask me this question, Master?"

"Well, it's evident you liked it, otherwise you would not have done it. It is that... I too like these things, do you know?"

"Why you tellin' me?"

"Because... I would like to do it with you."

"Wiv me? Me and you, Master?" the boy asked in amazement, looking again for a moment into my eyes, and then lowering them.

"Yes, Paolo. I really think I would be pleased to do it with you. Don't you?"

The boy, keeping his eyes cast away from mine, nodded yes two or three times.

I smiled, satisfied, but then I had a doubt: "Paolo, you should do it with me only if... if you are turned on. Anyway I will tell nobody, even if you will not do it with me. You do not have to do it with me just because I want it, understand? Not just because I am the Master and you a dependent, that is clear, isn't it?"

He nodded yes again two or three times, then looked at me, slightly blushing, looked away, then looked at me again, "Fer me... I's turned on even just sittin' 'ere at yer side, Master, I swear. And once, when the Master was beatin' off in't park, just a little more I would've cummed in me pants just looking at e."

"Did you see me? When?"

"Last week, Fursday, I fink. I was lyin' in wait down ther', in the wood, near the big rock, you know, to catch an 'are. And Master arrived on 'is horse, dismounted, and I saw everyfin' and mine got so 'ard that it was 'arder than the rock, I'd bet. You's so bootiful, Master..."

"You didn't tell anybody, did you?"

"I'm not no fool, master!"

"Not even to that boy?"

"Nobody, really, nobody."

"And why you didn't come out, that Thursday?"

"Many beats themselfs off, but this don't mean that they like doin' it wiv uvers, do it? My bruvver, Guido, now 'e beats off, but when once I tried to touch it, he gave me so many cuffs that I don't know 'ow he didn't smash me face in. He likes girls, that's why."

"Don't you like girls, Paolo?"

"I? No way! I like boys. I's that way. Even from before I could cum, it was so. I beat off and dream about a nice boy... Women, almost scares me. No, I ain't really scared, but ashamed and annoyed. I see's a nice male and at once I's turned on. Don Riccardo, now 'e says 'tis a mortal sin, but what do 'e know? 'E wears the soutane. 'e ain't like one of us. If I's turned on seein' an 'andsome bloke, what can I do? I didn't choose to be this way. I's turned on, and that's that. But all the uvvers, if they discovers it, go after him. Like it 'appened to the poor Menico, a couple of yers back. 'E 'ad to emigrate, after they bashed 'im in!"

"Menico? Did he like men, Menico?"

"Yes, Master. It is 'e who made me... how do say, who made me understand. Wiv 'im I felt good, 'e showed me 'ow to make love, between men. 'e was skilleded, was that Menico. 'E was tender like an 'en, but strong like a bull. 'e twas a real man, Menico, no bullshit! Oh, sorry, Master, I don't intend to speak dirrtee...!"

I smiled and shook my head. He looked at me and shyly smiled. It was the first time he smiled at me, and I noticed he became nicer, more desirable.

So, I caressed his hand and said: "Paolo, I... I'm turned on, now, by you."

He smiled again: "I's turned on, too Master, turned on by ye."

"So then, why don't we do... these things?"

"Makin' love? Wiv you, Master? Now?" he asked me, stupefied, then he too smiled and caressed my hand. He squeezed it in his strong and coarse hand, looked straight into my eyes (and I noticed they were of an extraordinary cerulean grey that agreeably contrasted with his thick dark brown hair), he smiled again and said: "Master has so smoove skin, white and clean... I be dirty, I feels almost like... like if the priest says Mass in a stable! I... I like the Master, very much. If you put yer hand 'ere, you can feel 'ow much I's turned on. But I 'ave to take a bath, curry meself up, and again! I never did even dare dream doin' it wiv me Master!"

"But do you want to make love with me?"

"Oh yes, Master, oh yes, and yes! But Master must allow me to go an' spruce meself up, to change, and then I'll be ready to do anyfin' wiv the Master."

"All right, as you wish. I'll just lie here and tan, and wait for you. Hurry up, anyway, I too am turned on at the thought of making love with you. And then, you can teach me what Menico taught you and that I still don't know. Go, quickly."

"But... I 'ave to come back 'ere?"

"Yes, here, under the sun."

"But what if somebody arrives? Like before the Master, and we don't 'ear 'em?"

"We have the time to put on our trunks and pretend we are just tanning, right? And from here, in the open, we will for sure see and hear them in time, not like you two inside."

"And they find us wiv our fings 'ard under our underpants, and they can understand all, all the same..."

"No, we can just lie on our stomachs, that way nothing is visible. Anyway come back with your trunks, if you have any. It hides more." I said, and he went.

I bared myself. The sun was bright and hot, but not burning. I could feel it on my shoulders, very agreeable because of a light breeze.

My member was still turgid, both from the talk I had with Paolo, and from the waiting and wondering of what would happen in a while. I was longing to have him near me again, naked, and to look at and touch him. I caught a glimpse of him coming back amongst the trees. He was merrily whistling a tune. When he was in front of the stable, I rapidly put on my trunks. No sooner did his head alight above the stair. His hair was still damp and combed back. He wore a freshly laundered white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and dark blue trousers with neat creases. He lacked just a tie and jacket... it must have been his Sunday suit.

He came up and positioned himself in front of me, looked at me: "Damn, bootiful, the Master! You is so bootiful that makes me feel awkward..."

"Undress, Paolo, and come here on the rug."

He started to take off his clothes, without stopping to look at me. It was good watching him undress in front of me - for me.

"Did you see me from far?" I asked him.

"Barely. Trees 'ide 'most all. I just saw yer blond 'air that seemed a sun, so it shined."

"Did you see that I was standing, stark naked?"

"Completely?" he asked widening his eyes, "wivout even your bavin' gear?"

"Yes, completely, I put on my trunks just when you were here under, just to make a test. You did notice anything, is that right?"

"Nuffin', even if I always looks up 'ere. Not even the 'int of a 'int."

He had on just a small light blue Speedo, showing off a really agreeable body, and the Speedo fully betrayed his erection. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I knelt on the rug.

"Come here in front of me, on your knees. Now, you lower my trunks and I will lower yours..."

We got naked and admired each other. He brushed my chest with his fingers, and I reciprocated. We both shuddered.

"So, so bootiful, so naked under the sun, ain't us, Master?"

"Yes, Paolo, it is beautiful. But don't call me Master, call me Max."

"Me? I can't, Master, I can't do that!"

"I'll feel so embarrassed, if you call me so while we are making love."

"But if I calls you Max in these moments, then per'aps it comes to me to call 'e so in front of the uvvers, and that ain't good, Master."

We caressed and touched each other. In a while we were in a clinch, full of desire, shuddering. I lay on the rug and he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection near mine, pressed between our bodies. He brushed my face with his fingertips and slowly come down to kiss me. Our tongues played while he slowly moved his pelvis back and forth, brushing his member against mine. It was wonderful. Under the sun and in the open air, we made love in an overpowering, passionate way, with all the enthusiasm of our green age and of our mutual discovery. What I did with Alberto was nothing, in comparison. Adolescents' games. We did almost everything. Only penetration didn't take place, in fact we didn't yet know it was possible (or rather, we possibly both knew, but we thought that only faggots take it in their back, that is effeminate people, and we both were not so).

When we reached orgasm, almost simultaneously, the one in the welcoming mouth of the other in my first sixtynine, the pleasure was so sharp, almost shooting, as I had never felt before. Then Paolo slowly turned, caressed me all over and looked at me. I embraced him and he too held me tight in his arms. We remained so, tight for some minutes, silent, looking each other into our luminous eyes, and slightly brushing our lips.

Then Paolo murmured: "Do you know, Master, that to me 'as been wonderful?"

"Yes, to me too, has been fantastic. I never enjoyed anything so much, before."

"Never? For real? Well, I never, to be sincere!"

"... and with Menico?"

"I liked 'im very much, but we never did it so, in the open. And then, yes, I felt good wiv Menico, but you Master is dreamlike bootiful. Do you know that now I'm 'appy you caught us, in there, wiv the trousers down? Before, I was scared stiff, I confess it, but now I's really 'appy. Is the Master too 'appy?"

"Yes, Paolo, very much." I answered caressing his hair, now dry and soft like silk.

He smiled satisfied, then asked me: "Will Master make again love wiv me?"

"Certainly. Each time you are turned on, you'll tell me. And each time I'm turned on, I'll tell you. And in that case, we can make love."

"But I 'ave to take a bath, before!"

"Yes, but if you wear your Sunday clothes, the others will find that strange, won't they?"

"But I can at least wear clean cloves."

"So, agreed, if I'm turned on I ask you: did you have your bath?"

"And if I did me bath and you sees me damp 'air, you understand that I's turned on, right?"

"Right." I answered, and we merrily laughed.

Until mid September we made love rather often and I think that his parents were amazed about his new fixation for cleanliness. One evening, I also succeeded in getting him upstairs to my bedroom in the tower. He told his family that he was going to the village dancing. He took his bike and hid it between the bushes. Then he stealthily returned. We spent three or four very 'bootiful' hours together, maybe because the excitement of doing it in my bed, with grandma and Paolo's family downstairs added to the event.

Paolo was very sweet, very dear. Once, we made love inside the closed coach at the depot. Afterwards, I asked him: "Do you often make love with other boys?"

He looked at me astounded, almost offended: "Now that I'm wiv you, Master, 'ow could I do it wiv uvvers? You is so bootiful, and so gentle wiv me. I's not even turned on, to look at uvvers. The last time was when you caught me, up there in the 'ayloft. But in a while you'll go away, back to the city..."

"Well, then you will go again with the other boys, won't you?"

"Very clever! That's like sayin' to a man 'no more wine for you, now drink just water'!"

"I'm the wine, then?"

"Better than the Mass' wine. Stronger and sweeter."

"So you can become drunk..."

"I? I's already drunk wiv you, Master, ain't you aware?"

"Yes, Paolo, I am aware. And I too am drunk with you."

He smiled, radiantly. This was, I think, a kind of love declaration, in its way, or at least, closer to it we had ever been able to feel and to say before. We were not really in love, but we fitted very well together.

One day, grandma made my heart stop: "Max, Paolo adores you. Have you noticed?"

"He adores me? What do you mean, grandma?"

"What I said! Don't you see how he is always attentive towards you, and how he is so keen to be useful as much as he can? I have noticed that this year he bathes a lot more often and, I believe, in some way he does that for you. You really have a good influence on him. Also, with me he is kinder than ever before, more attentive, more solicitous. He always has been a kind boy, to tell the truth, but this year he has changed for the better. He is also, how do you say, less uncouth, in a certain way. I really believe that it is your proximity, your example. It has not gone unnoticed that you talk with him rather often. That is good, Max. He is seventeen, now. He studied just to the third year of middle school. Who knows, if he likes to study, maybe we could help his family... It seems to me that he is an intelligent boy, and even if he has lost three or four years, and his comprehension of basic grammar is somewhat 'lackin''. 'E can make up for the lost time... Would you investigate for 'us', 'me' dear?" She mocked with affection. I giggled.

Grandma, thank heavens, even if she noticed much more of what I could guess, didn't suspect anything. So, with her blessing, I started to have long chats with Paolo, in the gaze of everybody. I discovered that Paolo would like to study and that his secret dream was to become an agricultural expert. So, when I told grandma, she talked with Paolo's parents and persuaded them to send him to school again, pointing that she would pay the boarding charge and the school expenses at the Giuseppini Fathers' School.

Mid September came. Paolo and I made love for the last time, again in my bed room. He often came up there, on the pretext that I helped him to his studies. We really studied hard in my room, but first we calmly made love - the staff had been ordered by grandma not to disturb us while we were studying, So, as I was saying, we made love for the last time.

"Master, when we is bofe at the castle, will you again make love wiv me?"

"I really think so, Paolo. And you?"

"I too really fink, er, I mean THink so. I will miss you, Master."

"I think that I too will miss you. But perhaps, at your boarding school, you can find a boyfriend."

"Do you fink......THink so?"

"You have just to be very, very careful, but it is possible."

"And Master will not be un'appy, if I do it with anuvver boy?"

"No, certainly not. You cannot possibly go for months and months without doing anything. I too, I think, if I find a girl I like, and if she is game, I will do it with her. Or possibly also with a boy."

"Well, it seems right. But 'ere wiv you, Master, it's been... it has been... I can't find the right words to say... it has been the dream of dreams, and even better."

"Yes, it has been really, what do you say, bootiful!!" We laughed.

Afterwards, I met with Paolo rather seldom, also because his school, in the vacation periods, sent them to do stages at various farms. During the following five years we made love about seven or eight times in all, to say much. Around his fourth year he told me that he had met a boy in his boarding school, and that they fell in love and intended to go to live together, once they got their diplomas. I think that Paolo had full sexual intercourse with that class mate who, even if three years younger than him, appeared to be more expert, at least on sexual matters. When we met, Paolo told me everything about himself and his friend, what they did, what they thought... with me Paolo always opened up completely, perhaps naively, with full trust. Every year, he sent me his greetings for Christmas, Easter and my birthday. Until 1983, he worked on a farm in Asti's Province with his boyfriend, This was also thanks to grandma.

You see, Eugenio, when grandma had a liking for somebody, she followed him or her, until she knew he or she was well settled. And, believe me, tens and tens of people should be grateful to her for what she did for them, possibly even hundreds, considering that she lived so long.

However, let's go back to my story.

Paolo for me, for my sexuality, for my ability of a relationship with others, has been in some ways, an important stage. He was the first person to make me understand that one can love only men. From my side, even if I was getting the sensation, I preferred men to women, I was not yet conscious of being gay.

I attended the third year at school. I was sixteen. Physically I was developing well, thanks also to swimming, fencing and riding. Moreover, my genitals were developing well, and with them my sexual appetite. Even if, as I told you, I felt more and more attracted by men, all the speeches I heard, the only examples I saw in the grown up people world, were always and only (at least for me and then) that of man and the woman, united, blessed and happy. In addition, my desire to have children contributed not to clarify my thoughts about my real and deep sexuality. To tell the truth, the desire to have a child never abandoned me, not even when I finally admitted to myself that I was gay. At a certain point I even thought about finding a lesbian with the same desire and have a couple of children - she could keep one, and I the other... It was you, in reality that appeased my desire for paternity, and in a wonderful way. But you know well this, don't you?

In my third year, I had a brief affair with Marco. Yes, my class mate from the first year. It lasted just three months and six or seven encounters, fast and in secret (or, how you would define them, 'quickies?'). We limited ourselves to oral sex. Then Marco's family moved and we lost contact. At that time, anyway, he too was not conscious of being gay. It might seem strange to you, but at that time, unhappily there was not all that much talk about homosexuality as there is now. Even today it seems to me that often the speeches are not correct, I mean they are made in a confused and wrong way even in the gay ambience. However, it is spoken about and many are starting to accept gay people and the relationship between two of the same gender as a normal thing. It is a big step forward. At least, there are bars, discos, saunas, hotels for gays, and magazines, publications, and books. Then, often the only meeting points were stinking public toilets, or groves of ill repute... Anyway, until my eighteenth year I did not even know about those kinds of places. When I did discover them, it was not that I frequented them often - I was not attracted by such places, and certainly not by the majority of the people you would meet there.

But, as you see, I am digressing again!

At sixteen I also made love a couple of times with a swimmer, whose name I don't even remember. He was a boy of my age who trained in the same pool. I also had a 'quickie' with a man in a train! Mostly I masturbated alone, though. But I desired more and more, something concrete.

At seventeen and during my fourth year, I had my second adventure with a girl. We met during a school trip to Venice. She was staying at the same hostel and was a student in the third year of a high school in Ancona. She was called Vanna, really pretty and, I must admit, rather sexy. Probably because she had features and manners more akin to an adolescent boy than a girl, even if she was somewhat feminine in her attitudes. On the first evening we found ourselves to be reciprocally likeable and we chatted until late in the living room, while the others were watching TV in the adjacent room. Before going to bed, we kissed.

At the door of her room, she said to me: "You are the most elegant and nicest boy I have ever met. You are a knockout. If we were in the same school, I'd assiduously chase after you."

I retired to my room and thought about her. I think she had been, or rather I am sure, the first and only girl that aroused me whilst just thinking about her. With the other girls, I became erect only if they touched me. That night, while in my bed, I masturbated with my heart in my mouth, afraid that I might wake my roommate and get caught. In fact my bed squeaked... rhythmically.

On the following day, when there were no teachers around, we embraced and engaged in light petting. Just my trousers and tight briefs hid my erection. Now I don't care so much if I'm aroused and it is noticeable, but at that time it was my constant worry to be careful and hide this state. I would have been terribly ashamed, if noticed. An erection, after all, even if it is the most natural and good thing, remains always somewhat private. But if I happened to see an erection on a nice boy, I found that a terribly sexy and pleasurable vision. A Contradiction in terms, don't you think?

On the third day, our petting became more daring and, for the first time, Vanna hand probed my erection. She didn't do any silly giggles, nor simulate an embarrassed expression. I think that simply, she was pleasurably conscious and I didn't feel ashamed at all. On the contrary, I felt rather pleased. On the fourth day in the evening, when, as usual our classes finished and we went back to the hostel, Vanna and I withdrew to the little hostel garden and went as far as slipping our hands under each other's garments, touching each other in a very intimate way.

"I want to make love with you, Vanna." I murmured. She didn't answer so I hurriedly added: "I didn't want to be impudent, sorry."

"I'm not annoyed with what you said. I too, would like making love with you, Max. But here we can't... I regret, you know? Here we can just touch each other, and..."

"But if you continue touching me so, I... I..."

I didn't know how to warn her that I was near cumming, it seemed too vulgar a thing to say.

She smiled and said quietly with sweetness and affection, continuing to touch my swollen genitals with her hand inside my trousers, while I searched between her legs, "Well, what's wrong with that? It is natural, isn't it? You are a male. Just warn me in time, so that you don't wet your clothes. It would be rather embarrassing... for you."

Then, after a while, possibly as she felt I was shuddering more and more, she whispered: "Perhaps it's better if you open your trousers, Max, so that it will be easier when... when it's time."

"But what if somebody comes?"

"From here we can see anyone coming, we can rapidly put it away."

"Aren't you embarrassed to... to see it?"

"No, silly! I would like to see all of you - you must be so beautiful, under these clothes!"

I pulled it out. She looked at it, caressed it, smiling and started to masturbate me with a gentleness that seemed as if she was handling a precious object...

Suddenly, in a choked voice, I murmured, "Here... now... oh! I cummm!" I pushed forward my pelvis.

She kept it straight, lightly tightening her hold, and directed the spurts forth. She kept it so, until I finished ejaculating. Then I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped away the last drops. At that point I was felt somewhat ashamed.

Caressing the nape of my neck, she whispered: "It's a pity, Max. I would have loved it, if you had cum in me..."

"In you? Inside, you mean?" I asked, stupefied.

"Yes, deep inside me. It is such a good feeling. I liked how it throbbed in my hand and I... I think it would have been even better to feel it throbbing inside me. Don't think badly of me. I am not one... one of those easy girls, you know... But I'm not a virgin either. You would be the third and, I think, the best! You are different from all the others, so handsome, and so gentle and strong. You see, the other men were... domineering, almost aggressive when they made love. You are different! I can feel it. You have so much tenderness in you, so much respect, decency. I would really like you to be my boyfriend."

"I too like you, Vanna. You are not the usual silly little goose, nor even the usual man-eater. What can we do? If we only had a place..."

"I... I think we can... I got an idea..."

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow morning I'll make a telephone call. I have a friend here, at Venice University. She has a studio where she lives alone. If I ask her, she'll probably let us use it..."

"That would be wonderful... and the teachers?"

"If she says yes... we have a free half day, tomorrow."

"You have a free half-day tomorrow, ours is the day after..." I reminded her.

"Can't you say that tomorrow you are going to meet... say... a relative?"

"I can try, I suppose."

"And the day after tomorrow it will be my turn to say the same to my teachers. We have just these two days, only these two chances."

"We can try! Yes. OK!"

"Oh, thank you Max. And... I'll use a coil and you have to use a condom."

'Coil?' This was a new word to me. When I saw Vanna's 'coil', I understood that it was something that girls use to prevent themselves becoming pregnant.

"I? No... well..."

"Then, go to the chemist and buy some."

"I... to the chemist... I have never bought them before, I think I'll be ashamed..."

"Max! Don't be daft! It is natural that you should take precautions. All the boys buy them."

"But I... I have to tell them something."

"Yes?"

"I have never made, as you say... complete love, with a girl. I don't know if I will be... if I will be..."

"Of course, you'll be alright! It is the most simple and natural thing in this world. Everything will go smoothly, that is if my friend accepts."

Her friend accepted and during the two following afternoons we made love, completely naked in a bed. I took her! It was pleasurable, everything worked perfectly, but it wasn't a memorable experience. Just agreeable. I mean, to enjoy is to enjoy. At least the first time she had a nice orgasm, but as you know, orgasms happen with different degrees of intensity. Well, mine was... a six out of ten? Yes, rather less than more. With Alberto it was a full six! With Paolo an eight out of ten, just to give you an idea. More accurately, an eight and a half. Anyway, these two times have been my only complete sexual intercourse with a woman, and they were not bad.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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