The Exchange Student - Part four
Leo's friend Raph makes three, and Laura can't resist…
Leo is really pleased with himself — buzzing even — at having invited his friend over to my house to meet the hot, older, sexually deviant divorced woman with great legs he has been screwing for the last two nights.
I might oversell myself, but hey.
When I return from my shower, he has made the bed and dressed, having only just had sex with me five minutes before he invited Raph round. He heads downstairs with a smile on his beautiful, eighteen-year-old Italian face while I make myself look pretty, then join him in the lounge with five minutes to spare.
I went for some nice, tight leather trousers that make my legs look ace and a flowing white low-cut blouse to meet Raph — I know Leo wants to show me off, and I really don’t mind.
As soon as Leo sees me, he pins me to the wall and devours my mouth while we await Raph’s arrival. By the time the doorbell rings, I’m breathless and a little horny.
“I’ll go,” he says, releasing me. I wipe my mouth and wait in my lounge to meet his friend — a guy who has been sleeping with their English teacher for over a year and has been giving Leo tips on what to do with me in bed.
The front door closes, and they’re speaking in high-speed Italian as Leo opens the door to the lounge, and Raph and I lock eyes.
My pelvis tightens, and my pussy clenches around an imaginary cock as my handsome Italian toy boy introduces me to Raph in English. Raph is Leo, but taller, broader, and hotter.
I know there are words being spoken in the room, but I don’t hear any of them as I drown in Raph’s big brown eyes. Eventually, he holds out his hand, and I take it, shaking it slowly.
“Laura. Laura?” Leo says, bringing me round.
“Yes? Oh, sorry, I,”
Raph smiles, and it makes everything so much worse. I sit on my sofa, realising my legs are going weak at the sight of the two of them together. They sit on the sofa opposite me, and Leo says something about me in Italian to Raph. Raph eyes me like he’s undressing me with his eyes and nods his agreement. I think they just discussed how hot I am. I need to get out of the room before I jump them both.
“Drink?” I ask.
Leo nods. “Please.”
I get up and leave the room, feeling their eyes burning into my ass as I head to the kitchen.
I lean against the kitchen worktop with my head in my hands. It’s like some dreamy movie that ends in scandal — as if my sleeping with Leo wasn’t threatening to be scandal enough. I don’t hear him enter the kitchen alone, and I jump as I feel his hands around my wrists, gently prising my hands from my face.
“You okay?” he asks.
I shake my head no. “I can’t have you both in the house alone with me. It’s too much.” Leo smiles. “It’s not funny!” I insist.
“It is,” he laughs. “You’re so horny.”
I slap his shoulder, but smile in the process. “You shouldn’t have invited him here.”
“I was right about him,” he says.
I look up into Leo’s sexy eyes. “In what way?”
“He does want to fuck you.”
I stare at the ceiling, as if looking for divine intervention, processing that I now have two hot young Italian guys in my house who want me naked. In my early twenties, I’d be naked with them by now. But I’m on the wrong side of forty, divorced, and they are the same age as my eighteen-year-old daughter.
“Good for him,” I quip, turning my back to make the drinks I originally came into the kitchen to retrieve. Leo steps back and leaves the room silently, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I make the drinks and hear the door behind me open.
“Back again?” I quip. But there’s no response. I turn to see Raph standing before me, in tight black jeans and a plain white tee, looking like every sexual fantasy I could ever have, smiling.
“Oh,” I say. Raph steps forward, and I smell his cologne. I’m melting by the second, but I think he knows that.
“Where’s Leo?” I ask, but Raph steps forward again and leans his body against mine. I lean back, feigning resistance to his advances and putting my hands on the worktop behind me, but he has me, and he knows it.
“He’s waiting in your bedroom,” he says, in a deep, sexy Italian accent that soaks my thong instantly.
“For what?” I whisper. But I know the answer.
“Us,” he says. My breath hitches, and my body reacts immediately. I throw my arms around Raph and kiss him. The way his hands slide under my blouse, cup my breasts and knead them roughly tells me he’s as experienced with a woman as Leo said he was.
“We’d better not keep him waiting then,” I moan into Raph’s mouth.
“Let him wait,” Raph replies, pulling my blouse over my head quickly. He looks down at my exposed breasts, smiles, and leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth and giving it a cheek bite.
“Oh, yes,” I murmur. “I’m going to like you. I can tell.”
He moves to my other nipple and bites harder, and I forget Leo is waiting for us upstairs. I just want to be naked with Raph, licking cherry sauce from every inch of his body.
He steps back and takes my hand. “Come,” he says, nodding to the door. I follow him quickly. “Something tells me I’m going to,” I reply. “More than once.”