"Does it being closed make you nervous?" he leaned over my shoulder and breathed down my neck. My whole body heated up at his words. His hands found my hips and worked their way up my body. I couldn't help but respond to him, as his palms grazed my nipples. "Your body seems to want the door closed, doesn't it?"
My breathing picked up. "Um…"
"Do you want to ride my fingers, baby?" He kissed my neck, and his arms wrapped around me, pinching my nipples. "Do you want my fingers in that pretty little pussy?"
I started to lose focus. He had a way of making me forget why I kept him at arm's length.
He turned the chair around so I was facing him. His lips were on mine with vigor that he hadn't had the last time. It was a little unsettling, but felt too good to stop. He kissed me and lifted me from the chair. I wasn't sure what he was doing at first, but when he reached under my skirt and my panties hit the floor, I didn't care.
He didn't undress himself, and for that I was grateful. There was no pressure with him. I was safe.
Once he was done making me moan out his name, he stuck his fingers in his mouth. The smirk that crossed his face shocked me. "Yup, I knew it."
"Knew what?" I wondered if there was some sort of pussy juice test I didn't know about.
"You taste good." He leaned over and kissed me deeply, then made his way down my neck, undoing my shirt.
He took his time, as he moved down my body. He flipped up my skirt and fully exposed me to him. He smiled up at me, as he sucked on my inner thigh for a moment. Chris had never done that. Marky's mouth worked its way up to my center. Holy Mary, Mother of God, he put his mouth on me, and it was amazing. The way he kissed my mouth was nothing compared to the way he kissed me down there. The passion he put into it and pulled from me at the same time was overwhelming. I couldn't control myself and came hard, screaming his name. Once he was satisfied with his "'work" on me, he slid my panties back up my legs and put the skirt of my uniform back in place. He nipped at my breasts, before he buttoned up my shirt, helped me sit up again, and turned the chair back to the desk. "Now, we work on homework."
He walked over to the desk and adjusted himself. Again, I wondered if I should get him off somehow. He noticed me looking and pulled me to him, kissing my cheek. "No pressure, baby, I got Katrina lined up to ride later tonight. You know I'd never push you. I just like making you cum," he said with a shrug and picked up his history book.
"You seriously need a turnstile instead of a fly on those pants of yours," I giggled. He just smirked and waggled his brows.
His mom opened the door a few minutes later, while she patted her hair back into place. "Door open."
"Yeah, well, door closed for you and dad, please. We don't need a porno sound track to study to."
"You don't speak to your mother like that!" his father snapped.
One would've thought badass Marcello Valente would have gotten in his dad's face, but he apologized to his mom immediately. She told him to come give her a kiss. Of course, this being my fucked-up life, she stopped him when he got close to her face. "Is that pussy on your breath? Christ, boy, can't you leave that poor girl alone for a minute?"
I was so embarrassed. I wanted to disappear, but I had to settle with hiding behind the stack of books.
His father patted his shoulder. "That's my boy."
"Dad, please. Mom?" he sounded like he was asking her for help.
"Honey, leave the boy alone. You were twenty-two before you knocked me up."
Thankfully, the rest of their conversation became muffled, as they walked down the hall. I couldn't help but smile, though. Marky was lucky. At least his parents loved each other, and they obviously loved him. That was more than I could say about mine.
Chapter 4 – In a Pinch
Over the next few days, I made several observations.
Marky never kissed girls on the lips. I thought that odd. He had kissed me several times in his room, but I wondered if it was just in the heat of the moment, or maybe they had just given him blowjobs, and he didn't want to taste that. I didn't know, but he didn't kiss them.
I was sure he was an ass man, but he didn't pinch anyone else's ass but mine. He would pat or spank, but that patented pinch seemed to be reserved for me.
Marky never approached girls. I didn't know why I hadn't noticed that before. They flocked to him in droves, grabbing at his crotch and whispering to him. He didn't get that really horny look, either, like I saw when we were alone. He would just nod to his buddies and walk off. He wasn't all over them like he was me, but again, we were in the privacy of his room. I didn't know what happened behind closed doors with them.
He also had taken to putting his arm around me and kissing my head, whenever we ran into each other in the hallway. I didn't think much of it at first, but then I started to get a few nasty glares from girls.
Further observation proved that he never actually put his arm around any other girls. They would slip under his arm or wrap it around themselves. He wouldn't pull away, but it wasn't something he outwardly did with them, but he did do that with me in public.
We also would laugh every time I caught him tumbling out of some closet with a girl. I didn't know why I found that so amusing. It just was. He was always holding his hands out, like he was grossed out, and he would smirk at me as he did it. I didn't know why he was fucking half the female population, but I had a feeling it was just for show, or maybe because it was expected of him. He would clean up, and then he would walk me to wherever I was going.
He didn't notice that the more I caught him and laughed, the angrier the girls became. One chick actually scowled, when she heard my giggling at them. She grabbed his face and made to kiss him, but he caught her chin before she could make contact. "Go clean that out," he scolded and pushed her away, annoyed.
I teased him, telling him it was his own fault for being so irresistible. He wanted to grab hold of me after that, but it was my turn to hold him at bay. "Disinfect and protect, don't let your junk go unchecked."
"Is that some sort of dick jingle?" he chuckled.
"It should be, and it's very fitting in this case," I pointed to his fingers. "Oh, and waterpick after you lick. Those pubic hairs between the teeth are unsightly."
He rolled his eyes. "That treat's only for you." He gave my ass a pinch with his clean hand and went to wash up in the boys' locker room.
"I knew there was something going on with you two," Robert surprised me, when he stepped in front of me in the hallway. He had been moved out of my class, after I had complained to Principal Stewart.
"He's just a guy I work with on my history project."
"No, I have a feeling the tapes will show something different," he pointed to the security camera.
"You'd be wrong." I stepped around him, but he grabbed my arm roughly. I glared at him. "You really want to let go of me. I'm not above making a scene to protect myself."
"You listen to me, little girl, you don't know who you're messing with," he jerked me closer to him.
"Is there a problem here, Ms. Salvecchio?"
I had never been so relieved to hear the principal's voice in my life. "Principal Stewart," I gave him a shaky smile, "Could you please walk me to my class?" I gave a nervous glance to Robert, causing Principal Stewart to frown.
"Of course, Gabby,"
"You mark my words, the tapes will tell!" Robert shouted after me.
"Do you know what he's talking about?" Principal Stewart asked.
"He saw me talking to Marcello in the hall a minute ago. He stumbled out of hiding with some blonde girl. I can't remember her name. Maybe Robert thought my laughing at Marcello was something else. Marcello has shown interest in me, but I'm not one of those girls, Sir."
"I know, Gabby, and I'm sorry Robert is causing you trouble. I think it's time I have another chat with him." He opened my door for me and made sure I was excused for my tardiness. Being teacher's pet was good, but being principal's pet was even better.
I wa
s crossing the parking lot toward home, when I heard Marky call my name. I turned to see him with his arm draped over his little sister. Shouting across the campus parking lot was not an option in our odd friendship, so I walked quickly to meet up with him and his sister.
"Hey, what's up?"
"My mother wants to know how the history project is coming." His little sister seemed to find that amusing.
"Well, it's almost done, so I'd say it's coming along fine."
"Do you want to come over and work on it again?" His knuckles brushed my cheek and made them flush.
"You know, you never did prove you could read," I pointed out.
"I opened the book."
"Ah, but there's more to reading than opening and holding a book."
"He's got some Playboys he does more to than open and hold," his sister teased.
"Get on, you!" he shoved her away from him.
She burst out laughing. "They have articles, don't they?"
Marky straightened up and pulled on his shirt sleeve cuff. "Just so happens they do." He turned his nose up at her and then gave me the smile of a gentleman. "I'd happily read my Playboy magazines to you, if you'd like."
I was sure he was trying to get a rise out of me or something, but I had gotten more comfortable around him, so I turned the joke on him. "I think I'd like that. Do you have the summer issues? Beach boobs sound good right about now." I swear I tried my hardest to keep a straight face, but his sister was laughing so hard at his expression, I cracked.
It took the dirty boy a moment to realize I was joking. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He gave my ass a hard smack, as he walked over to his car, then he gave my ass a pinch like usual and sat me in the passenger side. He leaned over me and kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear, "Just you wait. I'll have you begging once I get you alone."
I was nervous and excited. It was crazy, really. We were just friends. He was literally a man-whore. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had a big stash of cash somewhere, because he was being paid for doling out orgasms like candy.
"What are you thinking?"
"That the girls should be paying you for your closet services," I answered truthfully.
I expected to find a smirk on his face, but he frowned.
I nudged his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just trying to say, you're very talented with your fingers. If you ever stopped sharing them, I think the female population would revolt.
"Are you part of the female population?" he glanced at me as he drove. Before I could answer him, he had his hand on my thigh, inching its way up under my skirt. "Well?" he asked in that voice that made me shiver.
"Yes," I gasped out, as he came in contact with my hot flesh.
He dipped a finger and then sucked on it, keeping his eyes focused on the road. I was a mess by the time he pulled up to his house. I wanted his mom to be gone and for him to throw me down on his bed. I realized later that night, it was probably for the best that she met us at the door.
His mother sat us down at the kitchen table for a snack. I was quietly focused on my cookies, when Marky bumped my shoulder. "Hey, they asked you a question, babe. You alright?"
"I'm sorry. I was thinking about how to fit all the project pictures onto one piece of poster board. I may have gone a little overboard," I confessed.
He laughed, and his mother surprised me when she hugged me around my shoulders. "You don't mind him. What you got in your head will always be more important than what he's looking for." She kicked the chair he was tipping in and caused it to fall. He quickly scrambled to his feet. "What have I told you about my chairs? You break it, and I'll beat you with what's left."
He sat up straight and let out a huff. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, now finish your food, while I talk to Gabriella about the winter formal coming in December."
"What?" I looked at her and Vanessa shocked.
"I was telling my mom about my dress."
"That's…nice?" I was a little confused as to why I was being included in this conversation.
"Yeah, Mario is going to wear a matching jacket instead of a tie."
"Mario?" Marky jumped to his feet. "Like hell you're going with him!"
"Shut your mouth. Your father's already approved the date."
"He won't when I get done with him."
He started to leave the table, when his mother grabbed his arm. "You let this be. Don't ever question your father," she hissed in warning, without a hint a fear herself. "Do you really think your father would ever let anything happen to your sister?"
Marky sat back in his chair scowling. "I'm coming with you. Me, Frankie and Vinnie will be your escorts."
Vanessa looked like she was going to throw a chair at him, but thought better of it, when she glanced at her mom. I would have to find out what was up with the chairs. "You can't do that! You can't ruin this! I'll…I'll…"
"What, tell daddy? Because he sure as hell is going to like my idea better than you running off with that…"
"Enough!" his mother cut in. "Sit, now," she glared them both down, and they sat back in their respective seats. "Marky, don't harass your sister. You'll go with her, because…"
"Mom," Vanessa whined.
"You really think your dad is going to tell him no?"
"I hate you!" she shouted, and then ran out of the room.
"Jesus, Marky, what do you have against Mario Scarpino? Should I be telling your father something?"
"Scarpino? I thought you guys were talking about Mario Barone," Marky looked confused.
"What in hell made you think we'd let our baby girl anywhere near a Barone?"
He laughed. "For a minute, I’d thought you'd both lost your minds. I'm cool with Scarpino, but I'm still tagging along."
His mother smiled, patting his cheek. "You're such a good brother." She picked up our empty plates and walked out of the room.
"So, you want to go to bed, I mean my room?" I knew the slip was on purpose, because his hand was moving up my thigh again. I really needed to finish our history project, and there was no way in hell I was doing anything with his mother in the house. It seemed that every time he touched me, his parents found out. It was humiliating.
The cocky fool tipped back in his mother's chair again, so I kicked it over, sending him sprawling. "Your mother said not to tip in her chairs. As for heading to your room, no. We need a larger surface to lay out all our pictures. There's not enough room in there."
His mother came in wearing a huge smile and quickly wiped down the table. She stopped and kissed my cheek. "You're such a good Italian girl." I suspected she had overheard our exchange.
Marky actually pouted the whole time I unloaded my bag. When I took out the last of the stuff, I realized I had forgotten my poster board at home. I let out an annoyed sigh and fell back into my chair.
"What is it? You change your mind and want to move to my room?"
"Really, that's what you get from my frustrated sigh? It didn't dawn on you that there might be something wrong here that can't be fixed in a bedroom?"
"Hey, I work well in closets, too."
"If your mother didn't love these chairs so much, you'd have one over your head." I got up and stretched, before I opened the file to put all the pictures back in.
"Wait, what are you doing? Come on, Gabby, you can't be so pissed at me that you'd leave."
"Hey, genius, take a good hard look at the table. Now tell me what we're missing that we need for our project?"
"You got all of the pictures, and you were right, there's a shitload more than you need."
"Yes, and don't you think we're going to have a hard time making them fit."
"I can make it fit," he purred, as he pressed up against me.
I elbowed his gut and shoved him away. The last thing I needed was him clouding my mind with his mother within earshot. "Where are we going to put the pictures?"
"On the poster…" Recognition finally hit him.
<
br /> "I left the poster board at my house. I didn't know you were going to help with this part of the project, and so I planned on doing it alone in my room."
"You do it alone in your room, huh?" he started to push up on me again.
"Seriously, does the brain in your head ever work, or is your dick always in control?"
"They try and take turns when you're around. Of course, you just contradicted yourself. You said this problem couldn't be fixed in a bedroom, but the poster board is in your bedroom," he pinched my ass.
Thankfully, his mother popped her head in. "Marky, why don't you run and get some clean paper from the back room. That should work for you, and it'd be bigger than a little poster board."
He nodded and started out of the room. "Clean paper?" I whispered.
"Yeah, um, you might want to wait in my room. I'm not sure if the back room has been used lately." I looked up to see him give me a sideways glance, as he dropped me off at his room.
I stood in the doorway, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
Chapter 5 - Parents
I was leaning on his doorframe, when his father came down the hallway. "There's my future daughter-in-law. You two doing 'history’ today? You know, that was my favorite subject in school," he winked at me.
His father was insane and nice at the same time. I didn't know what to make of him, but I figured it would be best if I was polite. "We really do have a project. We're working on the dining room table today."
He looked at me concerned. "Just be sure to center over the middle support, that table has never been the same since Vanessa. It's fitting that my first grandchild be conceived in the same place as my kids were." He turned and walked away, ignoring my utterly shocked face.
Marky hurried up the hall, when he saw his father had stopped to talk to me. "What'd he say?"
"I'm not sure, but I don't think I want to tell you, either."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're not messing around on the table," I answered firmly and led the way to the dining room.
Straight Up Interfererence Page 3
