It was Saturday evening, time for our family dinner. I helped Mum prepare the meal: roast beef with fried potatoes and grilled vegetables. Dad and Sven set the table in the dining room. Everything has to be perfect for our guest! Marco arrived promptly at eight o'clock. He dressed up properly for the occasion, wearing dark blue jeans and a blue and white checked shirt. But he can wear whatever he wants, he always looks hot.
And he didn't come with empty hands, but brought my mom a beautiful bouquet of flowers and my dad a bottle of red wine. Anyway, my parents were impressed by his perfect manners, as I was pleased to find. I'm pretty sure his mom has raised him so well, making the best of their time together during his summer holidays in Italy. After all, his dad barely has any time for him...
Later, when we were sitting together at the table in the dining room, we had a lively conversation over the meal. My little brother didn't say a word, though, but kept looking at my boyfriend in silence.
"The meal is simply delicious," Marco told my mom. "Compliments to the cook!"
He gave her a huge smile, and she was clearly delighted.
"Thank you, Marco! I'm glad you like it," she replied, smiling. "We're happy that you're here with us."
My boyfriend took a deep breath to release his inner tension. He was sitting next to me, placing his hand on the low back of my pink summer dress and touching my bare skin. I could feel his tension, but now he was slowly relaxing. He gently caressed me, his hand sliding deeper. Gosh, just the soft touch of his fingers is setting me on fire...
My cheeks flushed and I sheepishly cleared my throat. I glanced over to my parents to make sure they didn't notice anything. Marco followed my eyes and gave me a thoughtful look from the side. When he noticed my embarrassment, he finally pulled his hand back, letting out a deep sigh.
"We have to thank you, Marco!" Dad said in a serious voice, and Marco looked at him in surprise.
"Since you started tutoring Sofia in math, her grades have improved. As it seems, you two are spending a lot of time studying."
He exchanged a meaningful look with his wife, and Mom could not help but laugh. She and Dad seemed amused, giving us a mischievous smile. Are they seriously teasing us? I blushed and quickly looked down, so no one would notice. My boyfriend stayed cool, though, smiling back at my parents.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Brings! We're studying so much together," he replied with a deadly serious expression.
I gave him a harsh kick under the table, but he didn't bat an eye.
"It's true, isn't it, Sofia?" he said instead, moving closer to me.
He placed his hand on my back again, giving me a gentle pinch.
I can't believe that he's teasing me again, in front of my parents! Just wait and see, I'll get him back for that... My little brother yawned, sounding bored, and obviously he wasn't interested in our conversation.. Finally, we finished our dessert, the fruit salad with cream that I prepared. Sven took the opportunity to speak with my boyfriend.
"Can I ask you something, Marco?" he said kindly, and Marco nodded to encourage him.
"Sure, Sven, what do you wanna know?" he asked, smiling.
"You know I play basketball and practice twice a week," my brother replied excitedly. "I love basketball! Do you have a favorite sport?"
My boyfriend laughed happily, and my heart skipped a beat. He's just irresistible when he laughs so heartily!
"Of course, Sven! I love soccer," he replied in a cheerful voice.
"I've been playing soccer since I was a little boy. When I stay with my mom in Italy during the summer holidays, I practice regularly. I'm with a club in Lucca."
Sven was listening with attention, and I couldn't help but smile. He's so cute, my little brother!
"To be honest, I don't like soccer that much," he exclaimed. "I like basketball a thousand times better. My dad used to play soccer in Germany, though."
Sven gave our dad a thoughtful look, and Marco reacted with surprise.
"Really, Mr. Brings? Did you play for one of the famous German football clubs?" he asked curiously.
My father shook his head, laughing cheerfully.
"No no, I wasn't that good," he answered with slight regret. "I'm from Potsdam, near Berlin, and I played for a club there."
He paused for a moment to take a deep breath.
"When my wife and I moved to San Francisco, I didn't have time for my favorite sport anymore. We opened the veterinary practice, and two years later, Sofia was born."
Mom and I rolled our eyes in annoyance, and Sven yawned again. When guys are talking about soccer, they just forget everything else! Marco gave my father a sympathetic look.
"I can imagine that in the beginning it wasn't easy for you to make friends who would be interested in soccer," he said in a serious voice.
"After all, it's not a national sport like in Germany or Italy!"
Dad nodded vigorously and let out a deep sigh. They've got to be kidding me! Those two were talking animatedly about their favourite sport, not caring about us anymore. I was quite annoyed, giving my boyfriend a death stare, but he didn't even notice. Well, then I must come up with something...
"Erm, I just remembered I have to solve a math problem for Monday!" I exclaimed nervously, looking at Marco for help.
"But I can't do this alone. Once you're here, can you help me, please?"
My dad and my boyfriend stared at me, completely taken aback. My mom, though, was seeing right through me and shook her head, laughing. Marco cleared his throat loudly.
"Okay, Sofia! Then let's go to your room," he replied with a wink.
He also had me figured out, getting up immediately. Dad didn't say a word, but gave me an unfathomable gaze.
"See you later!" I called back, heading upstairs to my room with Marco.
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A little later, we were sitting on my bed, making out with lust and passion. Marco was leaning against the wall, and I was sitting astride his lap with my dress ridden up. While our tongues were dancing a sensual dance, he grabbed my butt under the dress, pulling me so close that I could feel his large bulge through his jeans. I felt so hot, burning with desire! The throbbing between my thighs was getting more intense, almost too much, and I began to move my hips up and down, my core rubbing over his hard cock.
I could feel him so well through the soaked fabric of my panties, and moaned with lust. We've never been this close before, and my desire for him was almost unbearable. I want Marco, I want him now! After taking off his shirt earlier, I moved my lips from his face down his neck to his muscular chest, covering his soft skin with intimate kisses and tracing his muscles with my tongue. He shivered with lust, barely able to contain himself.
"Holy shit, piccola, what are you doing to me?" Marco whispered, his voice raw with desire. "You're so wild today, so hungry."
He playfully slid his fingers into my panties, gently touching the bare skin of my ass. I gasped for air, my heart pounding like crazy.
"You're beautiful, amore mio, you feel so fucking good," he murmured, driving me almost insane.
"You're sitting on my cock and you're driving me wild!"
My boyfriend thightened his grip on my ass to pull me even closer, rubbing his hard cock against my wet entrance. We both moaned softly and I felt like I was dying of lust.
"Oh God, Marco, I can feel you so well," I whispered, aroused.
"It's driving me crazy being so close to you; if only all this fabric weren't between us!"
I took a deep breath, gathering all my courage.
"Should we... I mean, let's make love right now, okay?"
I spilled out those words, without even thinking, and was shocked by my own disinhibition. Why the hell I can't control myself around him? Marco stared at me in disbelief, then he let go of me, moving back a little bit. With trembling hands, he ran his fingers through his messy hair, gasping desperately for air.
"Now? Here?" he asked, confused, and I shyly avoided his profound gaze.
"Credimi, piccola, sto morendo dalla voglia di fare l'amore con te," he said in a low voice.
"I want nothing more than making love to you! I dream of you every night... But I wouldn't feel comfortable doing it with your parents downstairs in the living room, with your little brother coming in, unexpected. It wouldn't be the first time, as you know."
Hesitantly, I agreed with him and let out a deep sigh.
"You're right, I'd feel uncomfortable too. I don't really know why I even asked," I anwered honestly, giving him an unsecure look.
My boyfriend gave me a warm smile, gently caressing my face. He's so sweet! I plucked up the courage.
"I just want my first time to be perfect... with you, Marco!"
I involuntarily held my breath, watching with mixed feelings as he struggled for words.
"WHAT? Are you saying you've never...?" he stammered, completely confused.
"Jesus, Sofia, are you still a virgin?"
He stared at me in shock, and I was getting nervous. Why the hell is Marco reacting so weirdly? Is it really so unusual that I'm still a virgin, at eighteen?!
"Yeah, exactly, I'm still a virgin! Is that a problem for you?" I asked, annoyed, and he cleared his throat sheepishly.
"Of course not, piccola. I'm just surprised because you had a boyfriend before," he replied hesitantly. "After all, you were together for six months. Did you never have sex?"
I shook my head at him. Does he really think I haven't had sex with my ex just because I didn't sleep with him? That's typical of a guy...
"If you wanna know if we've fucked... No, we haven't!" I replied in a firm voice.
"We've done all the other stuff, and yeah, we went almost there. But somehow I wasn't convinced sure if he was the right one for me. I wasn't really into him, something was just missing. In the end, I wasn't wrong, as you already know!"
Marco was listening with attention, as I complained about my ex-boyfriend. Of course, I've already told him about Adam, but this time I was giving him more intimate details.
"Adam has always given more importance to his fucking football career. I didn't feel really loved by him and so I broke up with him!" I exclaimed, annoyed.
I'm still so disappointed when I remember my stupid ex! Involuntarily, I clenched my fists. My boyfriend noticed and gave me an sympathetic look.
"Sometimes I fear that love doesn't exist in this fucking world," I said hesitantly.
"I just believe in love and want to experience my first time with someone who truly loves me..."
My voice faded, since I was very emotional at the moment. Marco was visibly touched and pulled me into his loving arms to comfort me. I leaned my head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
"I can barely believe you want me to be your first, amore mio," he whispered in my ear, his deep voice giving me shivers.
"I really feel honored! You won't regret it because I love you so much, and all I want is to make you make you happy."
I felt hot at the thought of having sex with Marco; my first time with him will be amazing. I've no doubt he's the one!
Suddenly, someone knocked on my door, ripping me out of my daydreams. My boyfriend and I startled, instantly jumping apart.
"Sofia, I'm going to bed now," Sven called from the corridor. "Are you coming to say goodnight?"
We exchanged a meaningful look and burst out laughing.
"Of course, Sven, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just go to your room," I told my brother.
Sven seemed to be thinking.
"Okay, Sofia," he anwered, and I heard his footsteps receding.
Marco had already put his shirt back on and was buttoning it up. I gave him a warm smile.
"Don't you want to wait until I've said goodnight to Sven?" I asked in a soft voice.
He sheepishly run a hand through his blond hair, looking just irresistible.
"I'd better go now, Sofia, it's very late! But I need to use the bathroom first," he replied, clearing his throat loudly.
I got it immediately and could not help but laugh, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Take your time, Marco! In the meantime, I'll spend a few minutes with my brother, then I'll take you to the door."
I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, but he pulled me close with a firm grip, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Still out of breath, we left my room together.