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As Violet felt they were approaching her home, she was grateful to be free from this silent and strange journey. She was thinking of wishing goodnight to Pietro, who sat in the driver's seat, before slipping out of the car at a speed that would even put Pietro to shame. After turning the escape plan over in her mind for about a minute, she realized the car had stopped. They were in front of her own house. The car belonged to Pietro. So, she was going home; she was, right?
As the girl reached for the door handle, she said in a voice she hoped sounded normal, “Thanks for dropping me off, Pie.” Her eyes opened when she saw his hand gripping the door handle over her shoulder, but she tried to remain calm as she continued speaking. “Goodnight…”
She could feel Pietro's breath on her hair. “Are you messing with me, Iolanda?” he asked, and his voice brushed against her hair, making the girl shiver involuntarily.
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As Violet felt they were approaching her home, she was grateful to be free from this silent and strange journey. She was thinking of wishing goodnight to Pietro, who sat in the driver's seat, before slipping out of the car at a speed that would even put Pietro to shame. After turning the escape plan over in her mind for about a minute, she realized the car had stopped. They were in front of her own house. The car belonged to Pietro. So, she was going home; she was, right?
As the girl reached for the door handle, she said in a voice she hoped sounded normal, “Thanks for dropping me off, Pie.” Her eyes opened when she saw his hand gripping the door handle over her shoulder, but she tried to remain calm as she continued speaking. “Goodnight…”
She could feel Pietro's breath on her hair. “Are you messing with me, Iolanda?” he asked, and his voice brushed against her hair, making the girl shiver involuntarily.
I’m done for, Violet thought. Pietro only called her Iolanda in very strange moments. He was the one who had stuck that name on her. He had explained that he only wanted to call her Iolanda; it was enough if others called her Violet.
“Pie, I really need to wake up early in the morning. It’s almost midnight…”
Pietro took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s forget you’ve been rubbing against me all night. Let’s even forget that passionate kiss you gave me. Let’s overlook the fact that this was your first kiss. Then what happens?”
“I’m sorry. It’s because of Bucky…”
“You didn’t have to do that,” the boy said, trying to stay calm, but the fact that Violet had only used him to make Bucky jealous was already poisoning his mind like a toxic vine.
Violet finally gathered her courage and turned her body towards Pietro on the other side of the seat. She took a deep breath. “Pie, I’m a terrible person.”
“You kissed me to make Bucky jealous? Is that why you’re saying this?”
“No,” the girl said. “I didn’t kiss you to make Bucky jealous. I didn’t want you to get an unfair slap from such a disgusting person because of me. I didn’t want it, even if it was just a game. Besides, I know that slap was thrown for my sake.”
“So?”
“I…” Violet lowered her eyes to the hands resting on her lap. “At first, I controlled my mind to calm down. Then I got mad at Bucky for challenging you, and I tried to control myself to be bold, but when I started to kiss you…” It felt like the words wouldn’t come. Violet’s entire face was flushed.
As he heard the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, Pietro wondered, Did Violet actually enjoy kissing him?
“Iolanda…”
The girl couldn’t lift her eyes from the ground, and her voice trembled. It was evident from her tone how embarrassed she was. “I know I didn’t have the right to do that. It happened all of a sudden. It made me so angry that… I lost control. I’m really sorry.”
The boy couldn’t help but laugh. “Iolanda, do you think kissing you is torture for me? Don’t worry, okay? Bucky really crossed the line. I’m glad we set him straight. You didn’t do anything to apologize for. You didn’t force me to kiss you. I kissed you, too.”
“Yes, but…” the girl began to cry. “I’m a terrible friend. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. You’re always doing nice things for me, and I’m forcing you to kiss me…”
The boy laughed again. “Come on, baby, I told you it’s no problem.” He grinned. “I’m actually a bit glad to have gotten your first kiss. But was that really your first kiss? I thought my head was going to explode for a second… I mean, you…” He let out a loud breath. “You’re breathtaking.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “It was my first kiss. Do you think the others noticed?”
“I doubt it! Are you kidding? For a moment, I thought you were going to push me down and climb on top of me and give Tony a show. Though I wouldn’t complain…”
The girl fixed her red, tear-streaked eyes on the boy’s. “Pie, can we make this night a cleansing night?”
Pietro suddenly got an erection and coughed. “What?!”
“What I mean is… It was a pretty strange night. I don’t want to complicate things further, but if I don’t confess something to you now, I’m going to die of guilt.”
“You’re scaring me…”
Actually, he was excited. If she reached over and kissed him again right now, Pietro definitely wouldn’t pull back. The soft but willing kiss of Violet was still very vividly in his mind.
“Um… I don’t know how to say this. But I swear, for the first time in our twenty years of friendship, something like this happened. I don’t want you to see me as a monster after this, but guilt is eating me inside…”
Pietro said, “Wait a second.” He pulled the girl by her waist and ran to the couch in the living room within seconds. Now they were sitting knee-to-knee on the couch in Violet’s living room.
The girl glanced around briefly and turned back. “I…”
“Just say it or I’ll faint.”
He desperately hoped: God! Kiss me!
“Pie… I… for the first time in my life… last night…” Violet hesitated, tightly closing her eyes and further exciting the boy watching her with eager eyes. “I imagined you.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Pietro…”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Also, can you open your eyes? I feel like I’m talking to myself. I didn't like that.”
Violet opened her damp eyes and took a deep breath, looking into Pietro’s eyes, and said all at once, “I imagined you while touching myself!”
“Wait. That was too fast for me. WHAT?!”
Violet squeezed her eyes shut again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even understand what happened. It just… happened.”
Pietro leaned in closer to the girl with desire-darkened eyes. “How did it just happen?! What do you mean…”
The girl swallowed. “I was touching myself, but it didn’t… happen.”
Pietro asked with a voice that sent shivers down the girl’s spine, “What didn’t happen, Iolanda?”
Violet shifted restlessly in her seat. “Pietro! I already feel embarrassed and humiliated enough! Don’t come at me! You understood what didn’t happen, didn’t you? Why are you asking?! It didn’t happen… Then, while trying other things, I suddenly started thinking about you, and…”
He brought his face even closer to hers. “And?”
As Pietro’s warm breath brushed against her lips, the girl pressed her body further into the couch. “Pie, I’m sorry. Really. It was the first and the last time. I swear. I feel so bad. I don’t know what happened to me. I didn’t even realize you were a man before that. Like... You know... In a sexual way. I mean... I have never looked at you in that way before.”
With a teasing giggle that made the girl’s head spin, the boy asked, “So are you aware of that now?”
Violet felt dizzy, but she hadn’t had a single drop to drink all evening. With a dazed expression on her face, she asked, “Huh?” Pietro’s scent, enriched with pine and woody spices, seemed to envelop her entire being. As she looked at the boy who had trapped her between the couch and his body with flushed cheeks from the heat and moist, sparkling eyes, she realized that Pietro was no longer just a boy. My God! Pietro was a man! Not a young, naive boy.
“Are you aware that I’m a man now, Iolanda? That’s what I’m asking.”
“Um… I guess? Could you back off a bit?”
With a grin spreading across his face, Pietro asked, “Why?” He pressed his body against hers to remind her that she was completely in his arms, understanding that he was trying to infiltrate her mind and distract her. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Pie…”
“Answer my question.”
The girl’s breath quickened. “You’re distracting me. Being this close to you feels warm.”
“Good. So you understand what I go through when I’m around you now.”
Violet’s hazy eyes slightly opened. “No…” Her heart tightened as she understood what the boy was implying.
Pietro rubbed his lips against hers. “The last twenty years of my life have been exactly like this.”
Violet couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped her mouth. “Pie…”
“I’m in love with you. Since the first day I saw you. I’m tired of watching you get upset because of stupid bastards who wander around not knowing what they want.” He ordered the girl, who had closed her eyes, “Open your eyes and look into my eyes, Iolanda. I’m in love with you, do you understand?”
As Iolanda opened her eyes, she nodded. Space and time had practically turned into a melting gum. She couldn’t think. The only thing she could perceive was Pietro, who surrounded her entirely, and the evidence of his existence: his voice, his breath, his scent… If someone had told her just a few hours earlier that she would be so affected as a woman by a friend who constantly laughed and acted like a mischievous little boy, she would have laughed it off, but now Pietro was literally hypnotizing her. The pulse between her legs was completely under the control of the man. She felt as if she had completely lost her own control.
“Do you know what your problem is, Iolanda?” Pietro asked, gently tracing a path with his tongue on the girl’s lower lip. Violet squirmed helplessly beneath him and moaned.
“I’ve been by your side for years. After every disappointment, after every bad date, you’ve run into my arms, so I know what your problem is, baby. Do you want to hear it?” While one hand was caressing the girl’s hair, trying to keep her steady beneath him, the other hand was propped under his chin as he watched her face.
With a voice weaker than she had hoped, Iolanda murmured, “Pie…”
“You’re always focused on boys, my beautiful flower garden.” He looked into the girl’s eyes with a gaze that sent shivers down her spine. “But what you need is not a cowardly, immature boy with a boyish spirit who doesn’t know what he wants. You need a man who is truly aware that he is a man, who knows what he wants, and is ready to make you happy. And that man is me. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me all this time.”
Violet blinked to clear her blurry vision caused by the tears in her eyes and murmured in a weak voice, “I’m sorry…”
“I don’t want your apology, little daisy. I needed to wait for you, and I did. That’s it. You weren’t aware; it wasn’t your time yet. No problem. Now it’s your time. I want you to trust me. I want you to know that I am an option for you and to at least let us try. Agreed?”
Violet didn’t even realize she was nodding her head. As she responded to Pietro’s gentle yet deepening kiss, her whole body felt like jelly. She was under the man’s influence. She felt like a satellite orbiting a planet, completely captivated by the pull. If Pietro wanted her to sell her soul to him right now, she would probably do it without even understanding what was happening. What she didn’t know was that Pietro was in the same situation. The only thing he could think about was making Violet feel good. He would do everything to make her forget about the pain that bastard Bucky brought into her life.
When they paused to breathe between kisses, Pietro rested his forehead against the girl’s forehead and whispered eagerly, “Iolanda, show me.”
Violet tried to think. What did he want her to show? As Pietro’s hand glided over her body, wrapping around her neck, the girl trembled like a leaf. She struggled to find her words, but it was in vain. As Pietro brushed his teeth against her neck, she instinctively pushed herself against him and gasped, “Pie!” Trying to stay calm while feeling the man’s teeth and lips on her neck, she thought, Oh my God! There were literal lightning bolts striking in her brain. A whisper filled with sensations she never knew could be so strong danced in her ears as she tried to breathe.
In a husky voice, Pietro pleaded into her ear, “Show me, please. I beg you. Did I make you feel good?”
Violet felt at once like a goddess and a vulnerable girl. It was as if she could rule the oceans if she wanted to, but at the same time, the same ocean was drowning her…
“Please, please, my angel. Show me? What did I do to you, Iolanda? How did I touch you? How did you imagine me?”
Pietro's voice was both pleading and commanding at the same time. Violet thought to herself, I’m going to lose my mind. I’m going to lose my mind from pleasure and love.
A few seconds later, as Pietro begged again, the girl began to touch herself through her underwear, exposed by the slipped hem of her dress. The man pulled back and watched for about a minute as the girl squirmed beneath him, trying to satisfy herself. Then, despite Violet’s protests and moans, he freed her from her underwear in an instant and took control. Now, one hand grasped Violet’s delicate neck while the other explored her soaked femininity with two fingers. The pressure he applied in places Violet could hardly imagine had her reeling in pleasure beneath him. As he watched the girl’s tearful face begging him for more, he felt harder than ever before in his life. “You’re going to kill me, Iolanda,” he groaned against her lips. As he pressed himself against her thigh, he quickened his fingers. Iolanda’s sweet, breathless gasps and cries were dizzying him. “I’m so hard! Do you feel how hard I am? You’re doing this to me, baby. See the power you have over me, Iolanda. You can make me do anything. Everything. Can you imagine how much I love you? Look how you’ve made me your slave. You can’t even fathom what I’d give up for just one second with you.” As he touched her deeper, he asked in a voice filled with desire, “Who do you belong to, baby? Tell me.”
Violet knew there was no turning back after this moment. She knew that the instant she answered that question, nothing would ever be the same again. Her life would be turned upside down, but who had ever said that the bottom of her life would be better than the top? Right?
Breathlessly, she gasped, “I’m yours, Pie.”
She couldn’t believe what had come out of her mouth, but she also couldn’t believe that her best friend, Pietro, had loved her for so long and desired her so deeply. As the world slipped from beneath her feet, she had reached the end. When Pietro looked into her eyes, asking for permission, she nodded. In the following moments, they were in the bedroom, in bed, both completely naked. She held onto the man’s shoulders, trying to adjust to a fullness between her legs that she had never known before. Pietro moaned with delight at how tight she was, trying to be gentle. When the pain gave way to pleasure, Violet felt the man showering her with kisses as he moved inside her, fearing he would lose control before she did. But as the increasing pain revealed the rise of pleasure, she surrendered completely to Pietro's arms. As the sun rose, they belonged to each other, with Pietro whispering to her that he loved her.
Completely.