Romantic porn story of a honeymoon with a difference

The first time I saw Sicilia, she was standing in the back of the bike shelters, pulling on a cigarette. Her school skirt was rolled up, showing her long tanned legs, and her hair was in a high ponytail, held there with a tartan scrunchie.

She was talking to a group of friends and it was clear that she was the coolest of the group, the one they all wanted to be like. Not that she was aware of this, the only thing I knew about Sicilia was that she had no idea what effect it was having on them. people around her.

“You are a lucky bastard sitting next to her in geography,” said Martin, my best friend, shaking a ciggie out of a package. “I would give him one every day.”

Her words irritated me. Sicilia was worth more than a quick hit, or a blowjob after the school nightclub, or a dashing afternoon entering the former farmer’s barn Drayton. She was intelligent, caring, she had a keen sense of humor and dreamed of becoming a nurse. She loved her dog, Poochie, and worried about her older brother who was recovering from a serious car accident that had shaken the whole family.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, wondering if I should go talk to her.

“Here.” Martin handed me a fag.

“Thank you.”

“I think I’ll try my luck,” said Martin, turning on.

“With what?” My heart sank. I knew what he was talking about. He was going to try his luck with the only girl in school that interested me. And since he was tall, blond and had that surfer look, he would probably be successful.

“You know, put on your panties,” he said. “Try my luck at this.”

I frowned and clutched the cigarette in my hand. It snapped.

“Hey look at it, I paid a lot of money for this.” He took it from me and tried to fix it.

“Do you really think she would leave you near her panties?” I was hoping my tone doubted enough that his confidence would be shaken.

“Of course, I saw the way she looks at me.”

“Is she?” I glanced at her again.

She looked me straight in the eye.

The hairs on the back of my neck tickled and my heart made a strange rolling whip, whip. The heat ran through my shoulders and my neck. I was hoping my cheeks didn’t blush.

“Yeah.” Martin stopped to project a jet of smoke through his pursed lips. “Last week in the field of art, she gave me those eyes that come to bed, or should I say let me spread my legs for you.” He laughs.

“She was not.”

“She was. Try not to be too jealous.

I resisted beating him when he squeezed my shoulder. Sicilia didn’t need to see this.

“I’m going there,” he said.

“No.”

“What?” His forehead narrowed and his eyes narrowed.

“I said no.”

“You can’t stop me.”

I hesitated, not wanting to put my cards on the table. But the time had come. I had no choice. “I’m going to talk to her, Martin, I know her better than you.”

“Therefore?”

“And I love it.”

His eyebrows rose and trailed over his smoke. “Really?”

“Yes really. What is so strange about it? We are already friends, more than you are with her.”

“Do you want Sicilia?”

Damn that the heat was still increasing, now I knew my cheeks would be red. And with my dark hair like at night, I would look like a beet with a wig.

He laughing. “I guess we have a problem then.”

“I suppose so.” I tilted my chin and resisted looking at it again, even though my eyes were drawn to a magnetic force.

“Tell you what.” Martin took a coin from his pocket. “As it goes against the companions code to hunt the same girl, we will launch for it. The winner wins Sicilia, the loser admits defeat and seeks new conquests.”

It was the last thing I wanted to do, wagering one way or another on Sicilia, but what choice did I have. “Okay. Heads.”

“Are you sure?”

I shrugged.

He turned the coin over. He turned once, twice, three times and then landed in his hand.

As he spread his fingers, he revealed that it was the tail up.

“I won it.” The smile that spread over his face made me want to be sick. It was full of triumph and joy. His eyes shone as if dirty thoughts were filling his mind. It made me want to hit him again.

But I didn’t do it. I was suspended last month for fighting and I promised my mom that I would never have to go back to head office again. I intended to keep this promise.

“Wish me luck,” said Martin, running his hand through his hair. “Not that I need it.”

 

Sicilia

 

The rhythm of the music crossed my chest, seeming to vibrate my heart and my throat. I was so excited by the school nightclub and finally it was here.

But where was Martin?

When we were at the cinema last week, he asked me to accompany him. He said we were dancing all night and he was taking me home.

I had bought a new denim skirt in particular – short and tight and with a frayed hem.

“Is he still there?” Asked Nicola.

“No, I don’t see it.”

“I am sure it will happen.”

“I’m worried,” I said.

“Did Martin have an accident?” Nicola touched my arm. “You don’t always have to think about the worst because of what happened to Paul.”

I hesitated. “Yeah, you’re right.” I didn’t care at all that Martin had a car accident. What had crossed my mind several times was that he wasn’t really in me. More than once he had stood up, he often said that he would not call, and what was worse was that I heard Jasmine Hill say she got messages from him late at night.

But Jasmine Hill is a big fat liar, everyone knows that.

“Well, there is Nick and where there is one, the other is usually right behind.” Nicola pointed to the crowd.

Indeed, Nick, Martin’s best friend and my geography partner, was walking through the ground. Tall, with a square jaw, black eyes like a mop of hair and shoulders that seemed to get bigger every month, he was a hell of a handsome guy.

At one point, I thought there might be a spark between us. I was hoping there were. But as soon as I started dating Martin, everything that escaped between us was gone – he had thrown a bucket of water on it.

I couldn’t ignore the sagging disappointment knowing that there were no more feelings created for me. I did it for him, even if they were buried. And that’s where they would stay – they should do it now, I was in depth with Martin. I even hinted that we could do itsoon.

“Ah, yeah, and there he is, boy lover.” Nicole chuckled.

But the sound of her laughter died out when she saw what I did.

Martin was holding hands… with Jasmine-bloody-Hill.

“Bastard.” I clenched my jaw so tightly that I feared for my teeth.

“Slut.” Nicole clapped her fist in her palm.

A wave of fury mixed with humiliation crossed me. I pushed the crowd towards them.

When I was close to Martin, I stopped.

His gaze fell on me. He released his hand. “Sicilia.”

“Surprised to see me? We were meeting here, remember. “

“Yes, of course, but …”

“Oh shit.” I passed him, my shoulder connecting briefly with Nick, and ran to the exit.

Once outside, I took a deep breath, drawing in the cool night air. Wishing it would quench the flames of my pain and anger.

This was not the case.

“Uh, how are you?”

I turned around, wiping away tears as I did so. “Of course I am.”

Nick was standing there, the light from a lamppost pouring down on him and making his most beautiful features even sharper. “You’re too good for him, you know.”

I held a sob, sniffed instead.

“He does not deserve you.” Nick stepped forward. Her eyes were full of compassion and her voice was soft.

“But I…”

“Please don’t say you like it.” A muscle flexes in his cheek

I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes. How could Martin, the rather bad boy from school, have touched me so badly?

“Ah, come here.”

The next thing I knew, I was in Nick’s arms and pressed against his warm, solid chest. My cheek rolled up on his t-shirt as he held me against me. His breath broke on my ear as he whispered that everything would be fine.

I clung to him, his strength seeming to penetrate me. It was as if he was holding not only my body but also my heart.

“What’s going on here?”

Martin’s voice crossed my mind with all the grace of an earthquake.

“Go away,” I whispered.

Nick kept me close.

“What are you doing with my daughter?” Said Martin.

I looked up. “And what were you doing with Jasmine?”

“I can explain, if you don’t mind.” Martin reached out. “What if my so-called best friend stops trying to put on your panties.”

“I barely do that.” Nick huffed. “If you hadn’t noticed that Sicilia is upset.”

“Yes, I had noticed it, and I will take care of my daughter.”

Silence.

“Very well!” Snapped Martin.

“Yeah, okay.” Nick freed me. Instantly, I missed her body against mine. His warmth and constant strength.

“It’s not what you think.” Martin wrapped his arm around my waist and walked away. “Really not. Let me explain …”

 

pseudo

 

I had feared that day, and now it was here.

The wedding.

Their wedding.

The day my only true love made the biggest mistake of his life in marrying my best friend.

Best friend.

Yes, Martin was, although he is a womanizer and a player, but what could I do? We had been through school and college together, we had more weeks of beer than I could count and we played five every Tuesday and Thursday. He had his back when things went wrong with Shelly, he was there when my mom fought against cancer.

And now I was her man of honor.

“It’s okay?” I asked her while walking next to the pulpit. His hair was super short, his cheeks usually tanned pale and he fiddled with his cufflinks.

“Of course.” He blew. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Only it’s supposed to be the best day of your life, Martin, and you act like it’s the worst.”

“I’m just …” He paused and fixed his attention on the growing congregation. “Nervous.”

I did not know what he must be nervous about. He was about to marry the most beautiful creature that has ever walked on earth. Not only that he was going to have her in his life and his bed until death separated them. I would be happy with just one day and night with Sicilia. I was sure the memories of being with her, having her for me, would last a lifetime.

I wrapped my fingers around the box in my pocket. He was holding the rings, including the one she would wear on his delicate finger forever. I swallowed, the taste of regret, disappointment and loss was bitter on my tongue.

If only the room had landed head high. Will I be the groom today? Martin the best man? If I were in her place, there is no way to pacing as if I were about to go to the hangman’s noose.

Putting my hand on his shoulder, I studied it. “Martin, man, why don’t you have a sip from your bottle?”

“I did it.” He glanced at the door of the church. It was wide open, the sunny day allowing a bright white light to diffuse in the alley.

“Have more.”

“No.” He gulped, like he could throw up. “I can not.”

“A sip won’t hurt.”

“No, not that.” He shook his head. “I can not do it.”

“Do what?”

“Marry the.”

“What.” I took him out of the crowd. “What are you saying?”

“I just don’t like it enough.”

“You did it when you asked her to be your wife.” A core of hope appeared in me, but at the same time a tsunami of fury invaded my heart – she would be so hurt by this.

He always hurt her.

So of course, he would twist it at the altar.

“Nick,” he said. “Do you want to sort it for me?”

“Sort what?” What are you talking about, Martin?

“Everything. Sort everything. Tell them.” He shook his head towards the crowd. “Tell them the marriage is over. And then go find Sicilia, tell her too.”

My jaw dropped, then said, “You tell him yourself.”

He shook his head and walked away from me. “No I can not. “

My mind opened as he ran down the aisle, his new silent elegant shoes on the long red carpet and the tail of his morning coat fluttering behind him.

People turned to watch his exit, surprised, worried and amused.

And then he was gone.

Just like that, the groom had left the marriage and let me pick up the pieces.

Quickly, I told the two bailiffs what was going on, then with emotions that resonated inside of me, I walked out of the church.

A huge roll of cream was parked on the road, white ribbons floating from the flying lady.

Sicilia was sitting in the back, her veil covering her face, but not so much that I couldn’t see that she knew something was wrong.

I opened the door. “We need to talk.”

“What’s going on?” Asked his father.

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek.

“Nick?” She asked, pushing back her veil.

“Come with me.” I reached out.

Relief crossed me when she took it. It was a conversation we had to have in private.

For a while, the dire situation receded and I could only focus on it. She was prettier than any goddess. In a figure hugging a white dress that flared at the base, her creamy skin glistened delicately and her hair was stacked and dotted with tiny white flowers.

“My God, you are beautiful,” I said, my mouth dry. “I mean really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She frowned. “What is going on?”

“This way.” I reached for my arm and led her to the side of the church. Earlier, I spotted a bench tucked into a corner of the church wall.

“It will destroy my shoes.”

I haven’t spoken.

“Nick.” She pulled me, forcing me to stop. “Tell me.”

I prepared for the pain my words would cause. Without any fault on my part, I was going to hurt this wonderful woman. “He left.”

“What? Who left?”

“Martin.”

Her mouth opened.

“He left.”

“Left, but we haven’t had the ceremony yet and …” He misted his eyes.

I frowned.

“There must be a mistake.” She looked around the cemetery. “What happened? Something happened?”

“I suppose so.” I took her pretty face in a cup and forced her to look at me.

“I don’t know, I can’t … understand.”

“He changed his mind, Sicilia.”

“But everything is planned. It was his damn idea to get married.”

Her emotions went from shock to disbelief and then to anger.

“I am sorry.”

“Where the hell is he?”

“I do not know.

“You do not know?”

“Sicilia. I wish there was an easy way to … “

“To let someone know that he was blamed by the altar. I guess not.” She sighed and looked at the floor.

I released her face but grabbed her hands, grabbed them both and squeezed. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes.” She looked at me, a spark of passion and determination in her eyes.

“What? Anything. I will do anything for you.” And I really meant it, I really would. Burning coals, jump from a great height … no matter what.

“I paid for a very good honeymoon in Ibiza and I have no intention of going there alone.”

“I do not understand.” Or at least I didn’t dare to think about what she meant.

“Come with me, Nick.”

“In Ibiza? During your honeymoon … I can’t. “

“There is no such word that I cannot and I know you took a week off after marriage, you said it would take you as long to get over it. “

“Sicilia.” Hope wrapped around me, threatening to loosen up and become full-fledged excitement.

“Sod Martin, bazaar in there, let’s go.” She turned but kept one of my hands. “Let’s just go to the airport and go.”

I allowed her to drag me. Martin’s face was caught in my mind, I pushed him away.

I had said from the start that he did not deserve it.

Within forty-eight hours of my conviction, I had decided two things. One that I loved Ibiza, and two I had been fortunate not to marry Martin.

I had been sitting on the beach mentally crossing all the bullshit he had thrown at me in the past few years. Whenever I fell for her excuses because they came from a beautiful face. I never thought I would be the kind of woman to endure such bullshit, yet I did. For so long. And it has gone so far.

But now it was history and it was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

While sipping a pina colada, I watched Nick come out of the sea. With his dark stubble, his wide tanned chest and his swimming trunks hanging from an interesting bulge in his swimming trunks, I knew that I was had made the right choice by asking him to accompany me.

It had been impulsive of the moment, impulsive, yes, but also for a long time to come, we were together, it was.

Plus, it was a perfect company. He knew when to speak and when not to, knowing that I was thinking about my thoughts. He remembered putting sunscreen on my back when I forgot, bought me a little gold peg with anchors over it from a beach vendor and told us booked a trip to watch dolphins later in the week because he knew it was on my bucket list.

“How’s the cocktail going?” He asked, dropping onto the deckchair next to me. Her skin glistening with seawater.

“Delicious.”

“Well.” His eyes flashed, but I only saw them for a second because then he dropped his glasses.

I straightened my little golden woven bikini, recognizing that even though my wedding dress hadn’t been used, my carefully wrapped honeymoon wardrobe was well worn.

“You see these idiots on the banana boat,” said Nick with a chuckle.

“I think they are crazy.”

We silently observed the bright yellow inflatable, the occupants swinging from top to bottom and uttering piercing cries.

When they were gone, I turned to Nick. “Thank you for coming with me to Ibiza.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

I clear my throat. My next words were infused all afternoon. But was it too early?

No, we have been waiting for years.

I sucked my cocktail, the last piece bringing the straw up.

He smiled at me. “Want another?”

“No thanks, I think I’m going to lie in the bedroom for a while.”

“Okay, rest well, I will make sure no one takes your lounge chair.

I sat on the edge of the deckchair and raised my blinds. “Pseudo.”

“Mmm?”

“Come with me.”

His mouth opened and closed and he bit his lower lip.

“Come with me upstairs, please.”

“I don’t know if I should.”

“What do you mean?”

He also sat down, so our knees were almost touching. “I love being here with you and …”

“And what?”

“And I don’t want to spoil it.”

“Why would you ruin it?”

“You are …” He moved to the seat. “So damn gorgeous and for so long that I …”

“Say it.” God, I wanted him to say it. Did he feel the same as me?

“I have feelings for you, Sicilia.”

My broken heart rekindled, it seemed to fix itself right away, then with those few words from the mouth of a man who had always been there for me. “Have you had feelings for me for a long time?”

He lifted his shades, his eyes narrowed in the sun. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember, but it’s not bad either.”

“Why?” Bad, how could it be bad?

“Because of Martin. I’m supposed to be his best friend. “

“Shhh.” I leaned forward, then my lips hovered over hers. “Don’t say his name, he’s not here, you are.”

“I don’t want to say his name or think about him.”

“Neither do I.” I kissed her, gentle pressure from the lips.

He moans, as if it were the most passionate and craziest kiss of lust of all time.

“So go upstairs,” I said, my need for it increasing from second to second. “And if you love me, make love to me.”

 

pseudo

 

I splashed water on my face and then looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Fresh out of the shower, I was naked, my cock hardening with each beat of my heart. In the master bedroom, the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, was waiting for me.

Would she like my stubble? It was long. I have not shaved since before the non-marriage. Maybe I should, now, quickly so as not to give him a rash. And my hair, damn it, it was shorter than usual. I didn’t like it that short. Has she?

I grabbed a towel, dried my face and then rubbed my neck. How the hell was I supposed to have any stamina with Sicilia / I coveted her since I was a teenager. She was the star of all my wet dreams.

But I had to. I had to show her that we were meant to be.

Massage.

Yes good idea. I would start with a sensual massage, I would turn it on while I keep my cock under control, because damn it was going to be a little greedy kisser once I got into it.

After several deep breaths, I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for the bedroom. My heart was going like I had just played ninety minutes on the pitch, and I was sure that neat lust was pumping through my veins.

She seemed to be sleeping in that incredibly sexy little gold bikini. But the time for sleeping was over. It’s been a long time coming … literally.

I crawled on the bed, the mattress moving under my weight. She stirred and a small smile curled the corner of her lips.

My cock throbbed at being so close to her, when she had so few clothes, but I resisted the urge to go down the hard and fast road and I got looked for a bottle of oil.

Her ass was peach, perfect for stroking, slapping, biting. God I wanted her.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hush, leave me.” I took out her bikini top and then pushed it away. I could taste the anticipation of seeing her breasts for the first time, touching them.

Take it easy, Nick.

I took a deep breath – hoping that patience would come with it – and poured oil on her back. I was generous. I didn’t want to play around with the bottle too much.

And then I got to work, exploring its soft curves, learning its shape. I wanted to know her body so much that if I was blindfolded, I knew it was her.

She whispered, wiggling a little, as if the novelty of my touch fascinated her.

hope.

I bent down, kissed her neck and inhaled her sweet scent.

Again my cock throbbed, my balls were sore from need.

I let my impatience for a moment of domination and pulled her bikini bottom. She didn’t object, so I kissed her pretty ass and then looked for more oil. I massaged, rubbing it. Would it be a unique thing or was it we now?

I did not know and I did not want to consider that Sicilia is not my future.

I completely slipped her bikini bottom. I wanted it so badly, but I didn’t know where to start. It was like I needed to climb inside of her, to be her, to make her see how much I loved her, had always had it and always would.

Throw away my towel, my cock stood up. I had a moment of panic, I was tall, I had been told before and Sicilia was small, delicate. I didn’t mean to hurt her.

She turned, looked at my erection and smiled – a threaded smile that dispelled my fears.

Her sweet hairless pussy was there waiting, and I smeared my cock with her arousal, then settled in at her entrance.

She squirmed, as if she was impatient, but I kept calm, I kept him. I even teased her for a moment, rubbing my cock through the slit in her buttocks, letting her know what it was for.

And then I couldn’t hold on any longer. I pushed into it, penetrating to the handle. The moment when I had waited all my life had arrived.

Her tight pussy hugs my cock. She groaned and arched her back. I stopped for a moment and then started to kiss.

Damn, it’s too good.

I kissed her, I felt her move under me, taking me and moaning for more.

It was good, so good, and I was in control. I grabbed her shoulders, pushed her as if I were in heaven. She was so wet now, wet for my dick. Wet for me.

Her long hair had come loose and her moans were getting louder. The pressure was mounting. I wanted to come.

Not yet.

I rolled to the side, but I didn’t lose the grip of her pussy. She lifted herself up and I took her soft, troubled breasts while she straddled my cock. I knew I could never get enough of it.

She twisted and I grabbed her mouth with mine. A large succulent kiss that resounded with our vigorous moans. My scalp stung me when she grabbed my hair, but that didn’t stop me from kissing her, leading both of us to orgasm.

She turned to the ceiling and I watched her face twist.

Does it come close?

My fingers were in his mouth. She sucked them.

Damn, was she trying to make me squirt before coming?

And then she straddled me, bounced off my cock, kissed me. His gasps and cries for more echoed in the room, echoed in my mind.

She came, a moaning orgasm that had her pussy tight around my cock and the moisture escaping from her. It was a sound of my wet dreams, a long-awaited moment in my life.

“Sicilia.” I helped her slip out of me and sag on the bed.

“Oh, Nick.” Her eyes were closed, her body flexible.

I took advantage of the moment, kissed her nipples and then slid between her legs. I would bring her back with me, if that was the last thing I did.

She arched her back, spread her legs and grabbed my hair.

I set to work with my tongue, I knew damn well that I was good at speaking and Sicilia was going to get all my moves.

Her sweet pussy tasted like honey and sea. I got lost in her, in her, and before I realized it, she arched and struggled for more. I grabbed his ankle. I had fun looking at her face as I licked it.

But it was my loss. My self-control has slipped. I had to get into it again and this time I had to come.

I got up, feeling on the verge of becoming complete, finally the person I wanted to be and with the person I had to be with.

She greeted me with her arms and legs spread. And then we kissed and kissed and the bed creaked. I rub against her clitoris with each upward movement. We would become one person, our breaths and our bodies would come together.