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my host Mother, it was a very promising beginning to what I had come to think of as my summer of sex. After all, it was the very first time I’d come near a naked woman. And, she’d orgasmed at nearly the same exact time as me. How many young virgin lesbians could say that?

    I opened the window and laid down on the bed fantasizing about Isabella’s naked body until the sun came up.

    My stomach rumbled and I was starving by that time. I couldn’t wait any longer to eat so I found a clean pair of panties, and a tight, white t-shirt in my suitcase and crept back down the hall. Isabella’s door was still open and I felt the area on the floor where I’d dripped my juices. It was mostly smooth but there were a few rough areas and it wouldn’t hurt to take a wet cloth to it later. I’d do that as soon as I got the chance, I decided.

    I could hear the rhythmic sound of deep breaths a person makes when they sleep so I looked inside and saw her laying there naked on top of her purple, silk sheets, even more beautiful now that the sun was up and lighting the room. My nipples immediately stiffened and I briefly considered taking care of myself again in her doorway but it really wasn’t a good idea to make a habit of that. If she found out it would be bad and I felt a little guilty about doing it even that one time. This woman let me into her home, trusted me, prepared food for me like I was one of her family, and I repaid her by fingering myself outside her room.

    I shook my head and moved on into the kitchen to find some food, and try to forget about what I’d done. My arousal subsided as I looked through the cabinets for something eat. There was nothing that really looked like breakfast food. Definitely no cereal. Lots and lots of pasta though. Maybe they ate pasta for breakfast. It made sense in a way. Italians were known for their pasta so maybe they had some kind of breakfast noodles.

    I looked in the fridge and when I didn’t find any eggs I decided I would just make some spaghetti. I was in Italy, after all. When in Rome and all that jazz. How hard could it be anyway? All you had to do was boil some water. I opened all the cabinets, careful to be quiet and not to wake Isabella because I didn’t especially want to face her yet. She would probably be able to see the shame on my face.

    I found a good-sized pot and filled it to the very top with water. It was so full that water splashed out on to the floor as I moved it to the stove. But I managed to get it up there finally and to turn the stove on. The water showed no signs of boiling and I remembered hearing somewhere that it wouldn’t boil if you watched it so I found a rag and knelt down to clean up the water I spilled, thinking I could go wipe the last bit of evidence off the wall after, when a hand on my shoulder made me jump up and whirl around.

    Isabella was standing there in the kitchen, a sleepy look on her face, smiling at me. “Good morning, Lacey. Did I scare you?”

    I realized I was holding the towel up with my fist clenched so tightly around it the knuckles turned white. Giving her a forced smile, I lowered the towel and tried to act casual. “No, you just startled me. I didn’t know you were there. I didn’t wake you did I?”

    It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. I use the term wearing loosely because you could hardly classify what she was wearing as clothes; clothes tended to actually cover your body. The thing she had on was completely see-through. It was like a short gown that barely hung below her ass and it was made of a thin red material. I could clearly see her large breasts, and dark nipples through it as well as her neatly trimmed bush.

    I immediately looked away but the damage had been done. My nipples, with a mind of their own, started to harden and I suddenly regretted my own poor choice of clothes. Why on earth I had thought it was a good idea to walk around this woman’s house in nothing but a pair of panties and