Chapter 4: Weekend Stand

Smut warning...

The week flew by and what do you know?

It's Friday. I didn't know how to feel; I knew I'd be sore by the end of the weekend, but I didn't know what to feel emotionally.

I guess I'm looking forward to it, but I'm more nervous than excited. I'm really putting myself out there. I don't usually have one-night stands, or at least weekend night stands.

See what I did there?

I was on my way to my final class of the day. After that, I'd go home and relax before getting ready for the meeting with Enrico tonight. I did, however, determine whether or not to wear underwear. I've decided to go commando.

I think it's time to let the girl breathe?

Rolling my eyes, I entered my classroom and took a seat, eager to finish the day's classes.

After an hour and a half, I was back in my car, driving myself home. Luca is coming to my house to help me get ready because he knows today is the 'big day,' as he calls it.

When I arrived home, it was a quarter past one. Even though I had some time before I had to get ready, I knew Luca would be on my tail the moment he walked into my apartment.

I threw everything on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room without even attempting to organize it. I laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket over me when I arrived, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep.

I felt a weight on my back and attempted to shift, only to discover that someone was sitting on me.

Was that...

"Luca! Get off of me!" I screamed. He bounced around on my back like it was a trampoline, making me groan.

He got off of me when he was done with his immature antics, which relieved a lot of strain in my back.

He was lucky that I love him.

"I'm simply checking to see whether you're up, Vale! It's 3 p.m., for God's sake!" He exclaimed.

"You need to get ready," he added, and I grumbled.

"Luca, you're being ridiculous! I have four hours, what's the rush?" I asked as I sat up, yawning. Luca grabbed my hands and pulled me up, causing me to stumble from my long nap.

"There's so much we have to do, like getting you into the shower because you stink! Then we'll dress you and get you ready to go. After that, we'll have to pack a weekend bag for you." He explained this as he mentally checked items off his to-do list.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Luca, I don't think all of this will take four hours. By the way, I smell fine." I remarked, while I smelled armpits.

He burst out laughing and shoved me into the bathroom. I let out a sigh.

I don't think I stink, do I?

With that final thought, I jumped into the shower right away. I exfoliated before shaving. Then I took out my razor and carefully shaved to avoid cutting myself. After shaving, I washed and conditioned my hair well.

When I was finished, I exited the shower and completely dried myself off. I rummaged through my drawers, before putting my favorite lotion on my skin.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw a reflection of myself that made me smile.

I felt good and smooth.

I rewrapped my towel around me and started walking back to my room. When I got there, I noticed an outfit on my bed that I assumed Luca had chosen for me. It was a flounce sleeve bodycon dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was neither too much nor too little.

It was perfect for tonight.

Because the dress was so tight, I chose not to wear a bra.

I'd better be getting double rewarded. This thought made me laugh.

After putting on the outfit, I spun around in front of a mirror. I adored the airy see-through sleeves, but much more so, I adored the way this dress hugged my curves without being too tight.

Hm.

To complete the outfit, I put my white stiletto heeled strappy sandals on my feet.

At least, my feet don't look like dogs right now. I laughed, finding myself funny.

I walked into the living room, clothed and heeled, to discover Luca. Luca was seated on the couch, whistling a melody while scrolling through his phone. When he heard my heels, he looked my way and smirked.

Here we go.

"Te limpias bien! Thank goodness you don't stink anymore." Luca remarked, which made me roll my eyes.

"Be quiet, Luca," I tell him as I approach him.

With a hurt expression on his face, he added, "That's not how you talk to someone who packed your weekend bag for you."

I would have assumed he was hurt by my remark if we hadn't been friends for so long. I'm familiar enough with him to realize that he's simply being sarcastic.

"I appreciate it," I said, and he rose to face me.

He grabbed my hand and lead me into the bathroom, saying, "Let's get your hair and make up done before you leave."

We decided on a simple half-ponytail, half-down appearance. He gelled the top of my head, making sure no loose hairs escaped the ponytail.

He shaped my brows and applied lipgloss to my lips once he finished with my hair. Luca added eyeliner and blush to this look. Luca knew this makeup would be ruined by the end of the night, so he went for a minimalistic look.

This man was a one-of-a-kind.

I examined myself in the mirror once more after finishing my makeup and hair. I looked good and hopefully fuckable too.

I walked into my room and doused myself with perfume. I gathered my belongings, including my keys and handbag, which contained my wallet, and entered the living room, where Luca was.

"I'm leaving, Luca. Please lock up when you're done. Thank you for your help," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

Before wiping off the left-over lipgloss I left behind, he gave me a blank stare. "Call me any time you need help with a dick appointment, and I'll be there."

I gave him a blank stare before laughing quietly and shaking my head. I rolled my eyes when I felt hands on my back pushing me towards the door.

"Fine, I'm going!" I shouted, while opening the door and closing it behind me.

Alright, I'm really doing this.

I got into my car and placed my purse in the passenger seat. I put my keys in the ignition and drove to the restaurant where I dined the previous weekend.

I took a few deep breaths as I approached the restaurant. I stayed in my car for a few minutes, building up the courage to walk inside, despite the fact that I was early. After a few minutes, I sucked it up and went inside.

Not bothering to wait, I skipped the line and headed towards the back, where Enrico had told me to go. I noticed Enrico on his phone as I approached the more secluded area.

After walking over, I sat down at the table. As a result of this, he looked up from his phone. He gave me a friendly smile before slipping his phone into his pocket. He stood up and walked over to my side.

Enrico took my hand in his and helped me get out of my chair. I gave him a puzzled expression, but he disregarded it.

He spun me around while inspecting my attire. He hummed, appearing satisfied. Once he was done scanning me, Enrico placed his hand on my ass and stroked it before lightly pinching it. Even though we were in a secluded spot, I looked around, not liking how open we were being. He began to hum once more.

He moved his face so that his lips were close to my ear, and I felt both his lips and breath on me.

"Good girl," he said, before pulling out my chair and allowing me to take a seat again. While putting my bottom on the seat, I flushed and peered down.

I'm assuming he grabbed my ass to see if I was wearing underwear?

Smart.

With a smirk on his face, he strolled back to his seat and sat down. I sat rigid while he sat comfortable.

"Relax Valentina, I won't bite unless you ask," he added, a real smile on his face.

I smiled back and relaxed my stiff muscles.

If I wasn't comfortable with him, tonight wasn't going to work.

Before staring at him, I took a long breath. He was far too hot to handle. When I returned my gaze to him, he was still smiling and staring at me intently. I reached for the glass of water on the table and took a sip of the drink.

He asked, "How have you been, Valentina?"

"I've been fine. School has me in a chokehold, but I can't wait to graduate." I sighed as I informed him.

He hummed once again, and nodded his head. "I'm sure becoming a lawyer is difficult." I gave him a nod, agreeing with him.

You have no idea.

"How are you doing?" I returned the question, and he smiled once more.

With a chuckle, he remarked, "I've been good, simply looking forward to this weekend." As I let out an uneasy laugh, he squinted his eyes at me.

He took my hand in his and rubbed small circles on it as he leaned closer. "All you have to do tonight is relax. You can do that for me, hm?"

As a result of his intense eye contact and touch, I clenched my thighs together.

I'm so touch deprived.

"You just make me nervous," I muttered quietly, causing him to hum. He was about to say something but refrained when he noticed the waitress approaching us.

She asked as to what we would like to drink and if we were ready to place our order. We exchanged nods as we gazed at each other.

Enrico requested champagne, but I kept it simple with a glass of water. For dinner, I chose Penne Vodka and Enrico chose Penne Primavera. I was really looking forward to eating my meal here. It was a popular dish that everyone raved over.

When we finished ordering, we continued to converse. We got to know one other a little better, but since it was only a weekend stand, we didn't go overboard. It was silent when our dinner arrived, but it wasn't awkward because we were both eating.

I let out a tiny moan as I took a bite of my dinner.

It's understandable to see why this location is so popular. It had just the right amount of spices and seasonings. The pasta was not hard or chewy, and it was cooked to perfection. This dinner brought back memories of my childhood.

Enrico was staring at me when I looked up. His eyes were a different color than usual. Rather of his usual hazel eyes, it appeared to be a darker shade of green. His jaw was clenched, and one of his hands was clenched as well.

"I take it the food is good?" He asked me, his voice strained.

My cheeks flushed as I cleared my throat. "Yes."

"I could tell by the sounds you made. I guess I'll have to work extra hard tonight to get you to make the same sounds, hm?" He asked, his voice was laced with humor and something else I couldn't decipher.

I stared down at my food and stuffed a mouthful of pasta in my mouth, not bothering to answer his question.

Food in my mouth meant that I couldn't talk.

He smirked and shook his head, amused by my techniques.

As we finished our meal, the check arrived, and I was the first to take it, drawing Enrico's wrath. I laughed a little as I took out my wallet and placed my card on the receipt before returning it to the waitress.

She eagerly took it and proceeded to use my credit card to pay the bill. When I returned my gaze to him, Enrico's expression was tinged with rage as he continued to glare at me.

Oh well.

When the waitress returned, she gave me back my card and I thanked her. I stood up and put my card back into my wallet.

"So, where do we go from here?" When I asked him, he rolled his eyes and stood up.

He took my hand and led me to the restaurant's entrance. He dragged me to his car, opened the door, and motioned for me to get in.

"I drove here, and I can't leave my car here," I explained as I began to exit his vehicle. He pulled me back into his car.

"I'll have someone pick it up for you and drop it off at my house. Hand me your keys," he offered, and I considered it before handing my keys to him.

He flashed me a short smile before grabbing my keys and giving them over to someone I don't recognize.

Before I can do or say anything, he shut the passenger door. After a few minutes, he got into the car with me and started the car. He slid his hand over my thigh, moving it up and down. I sighed and relax, enjoying this sensation despite the fact that it felt so intimate.

As he drove and caressed my thighs, I put my head against the window.

He placed his hand onto my inner thigh and began rubbing closer to my naked cunt, causing me to close my legs. By now, my arousal was oozing out of my pussy, and I could feel it. I turned around to see Enrico smirking at me.

I let out a small sigh as he slid his hand closer and closer to my area. When he got to my pussy, he massaged small circles on my clit, which caused me to spread my thighs to give him more access.

He hummed in satisfaction and massaged quicker, causing me to moan even louder. I shuddered as he placed two fingers inside my hole and stroked my clit with his thumb.

He knew exactly what to do.

Enrico's fingers curled up as he searched for that one spot. When he hit that one tender spot, I moaned, which he noticed and continued to focus on that same area. With each thrust his finger gave me, he increased the speed while he rubbing my clit faster.

Both the sensations I felt inside of me and on my clit made me gasp with delight. As his movements became faster and faster, I clutched his hand.

"Valentina, move your hand," he demanded sternly. Hearing his stern voice made me take my hand off of his.

He increased his speed, prompting me to clench my walls around his fingers.

"Cum for me, Valentina." He urged, massaging my clit more vigorously.

I let out a breathy sigh, before cumming all over his fingers. He let me ride out my high. He then pulled his fingers out of me and flicked my clit, making me shudder from still being extremely sensitive.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them, humming at the taste. "You taste exquisite." As he placed his fingers to my mouth, he spoke.

"Open," and I complied. He slid his fingers, which he had just sucked, into my mouth.

I sucked on his fingers, running my tongue over them and brushing them lightly with my teeth. He groaned and drew his fingers out of my mouth.

When I looked down, I saw his bulge pressing against his pants, begging to be taken care of. Enrico smirked as he stared at me and followed my eyes.

He spoke, "Later bellissima."