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white t-shirt was beyond me. My nipples were at full force and I had nothing to cover them with so I just swallowed the heavy knot in my throat and tried to smile at her, hoping I could sway her attention from my chest with confidence alone.

    But that wasn’t to be.

    Her eyes immediately went to the shameful display of hormones and desire under my shirt. My face burned with embarrassment and I wanted to run but it was like my legs were frozen in place. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even turn from her and hide in shame as she walked towards me, still looking at my breasts.

    “What’s the matter,” she said, “are you nervous?” Coming closer still.

    I couldn’t help but look at her perfect breasts swaying back and forth beneath the sheer material. I wasn’t used to seeing another woman’s boobs unencumbered by a bra and the fluid motion with which they moved seemed to hypnotize me.

    She stopped right in front of me and it took all my will power to look her in the eye. Her sweet smile helped to relax me a little and I felt a small bit of tension leave my shoulders.

    She said, “You don’t mind if I dress this way do you? In Europe, nudity and sexuality are completely normal for us. You understand? I know that Americans can be uncomfortable with it so you’ll tell me if it’s a problem won’t you?”

    I quickly nodded, not wanting to give her any reason to put on clothes. This was like every exchange students wet dream come true and I wasn’t going to fuck it up, embarrassment or not.

    “Good,” she said, looking down at my breasts. “It doesn’t seem to bother you.” She grinned.

    It was too much. I covered my chest and looked away, too embarrassed to meet her dark, seductive eyes. The shame of masturbating outside her room crept back into my thoughts.

    “Hey, Lacey. It’s not a problem,” she said. “We’re family here. I’ll take care of you like a Mama, okay?”

    I still couldn’t look at her.

    Then she took me in her arms, burying my face in her chest once again. The smooth skin was warm and smelled of lotion.

    I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her to me, letting her take me in her motherly embrace. My hard nipples pressed uncomfortably against her breasts and my pussy was so warm and moist. She had to feel it. There was no way she could miss it. I tried to pull my hips back away, but she moved a hand down my back to just above my waist and pulled me closer. Now my pussy pressed against her leg. Holy shit! This was the closest my virgin sex had come to a woman and I could feel it throbbing against her.

    Finally, she kissed me on the corner of the mouth, smiling, and moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast in her see-through nighty like there wasn’t anything odd about it at all. She laughed when I told her what the boiling pot of water was for.

    After breakfast I excused myself and hurried to my room, closing the door, before I furiously abused my cunt, thinking about Isabella’s body and imagining what it would be like to slip my fingers inside her wet Italian pussy. That lasted only about ten seconds before gushes of orgasm exploded all over the clean sheets and I collapsed down into the bed, careful to avoid the second mess I’d made that day.

Chapter 3

    School was going well. My classmates were an eclectic bunch from all over. Mostly Europeans. I’d been invited to go hang out after school with some of them but so far I’d declined giving a lame excuse about needing to study, but at that point I didn’t really care if they thought I was lame or not. All my energy was wrapped up in Isabella. I would hurry home after school everyday, nearly running, and my pussy would be wet before I was even in the front door.

    We would take long walks in the country side, or listen to Italian tenors which she apparently loved by the way, and then she would cook for me. God, that woman could really cook. And it was a good match because I could really eat. I