SERIES: Italiano Song
PART: 6 of 8
RATING: NC-17 (EXPLICIT Adult content and Adult
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: During "Festival," after part
one and just before part two; some alternate material from the established
canon for the episodes.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: What if Laverne's grandmother had taken a
shine to Lenny instead of Squiggy during "The Festival"?
NOTES: Basically follows the events and timeline of
"The Festival," though using some alternate material. WARNING, THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17 FOR A REASON!
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Laverne pushed a last bit of beef-flavored dog food from the
edge of the can, and then set the red plastic dish on the floor for an
enthusiastic Maggie. The dog began to
eat avidly. Laverne watched her -
reminded of her master - wondering what was in store for her tonight. She wondered if telling Lenny go ahead of her
to the roof was a good idea, but he insisted on making things comfortable for
her. She placed a full bowl of water on
the floor before ducking out of the apartment and heading left, toward a small
service elevator that was used by infirm tenants and maintenance men.
She wrung her hands as the elevator ascended through the
concrete epidermis of her grandmother's building. Lenny had been surprised that she knew of an
alternate way to the roof of 1212 Morning Lane, but her creativity shouldn't
have surprised him; she and
The madness of the moment had Laverne in its grip - the
shock of feeling desire where none lived before. What scared her was the notion that she had
always wanted him but had put herself in a state of denial because of what
loving a man like Lenny represented. He
was unorthodox, perverse, and childlike - yet incredibly wise in certain ways,
with occasional displays of maturity that surpassed hers.
She had no more time to think over the decision - she hit
the top floor. Quickly, she unlatched
the gate and stepped out onto the cement - and what sat before her took her
breath away.
Lenny had found candles somehow, and they ringed a little
nest of blankets and pillows near the center of the bare roof. At the head of the pillows
stood a hurricane lantern. She
recognized each item - her grandmother's spare blankets and sheets and pillows,
citronella candles
He had taken off the leather jacket, but the rest of his ensemble
remained as it had been. He lit up like
the flames licking around his body and began to rise to greet her, but instead
she climbed over the lantern and knelt before him.
"You look beautiful." He sounded overawed.
She hadn't done anything to her appearance. "In this?" she shrugged.
"Uh huh," he smiled. "But it'd look better on the
ground."
"Well...I can make that happen," she caught her
right index finger in the thick strap of her off-the-shoulder blouse and began
to tug it down. His hand encircled her
upper arm.
"Laverne," he said anxiously. "You sure we ain't moving too
fast?"
Her grin dazzled him.
"Since when've we ever moved slow?" She walked on her knees until the space between
them was infinitesimal, then looped her right arm around his neck and pressed
her lips to his.
Kissing him was certain sweetness - not sharply erotic in
the moment. He tasted surprisingly
fresh, herbal, like oregano or basil, and when her tongue flicked against the
tip of his he moaned. His right hand
cupped the back of her head and propped it up, allowing his tongue to move more
aggressively - it was suddenly her turn to moan. The kiss gained momentum, like lava sizzling
down the side of a volcano - her breath heated, quickened, came out in little staccato
blasts. He pulled his mouth away from
hers and buried his face against the side of her neck, taking little nips and
sucks as his lips slipped down to her bare right shoulder.
Their position was, suddenly, restrictive. Laverne leaned back until she settled onto
her rear end, and Lenny did the same, then leaning through the space until she
lay on her back.
His mouth made butterfly strokes against her collarbone and
the barely-visible mount of her cleavage, spreading little licks of fire to her
nipples. She held his dirty-blond head
to her breastbone, enjoying the slow building of her arousal. Soon it began to feel like slow torture, so
she pushed against his chest until he got the hint and shifted away from her.
Laverne sat up and reached toward her back, finding the
miniscule white zipper that held her top together. Lenny watched her, panting, the high tone of
color in his cheeks a sign of his mounting pleasure. Under his penetrative gaze, she pulled down
the zipper, unhooked it, then pressed her right palm
over her breast and the white "L" there, teasing him by keeping the
top in position. His eyes were fixed
upon her face, a tender self-effacing look there. She realized that he didn't expect to see
her, and was waiting for her to leave him there.
Her hand came away.
The blouse sagged down her arms, revealing her bra.
Now he was convinced.
The blue eyes turned deeper, and she replied with a little grin and a
shimmy, untucking the blouse from her belt and
tossing it over the reach of the candles.
She leaned back on her right arm, trying to beguile him like a pin-up
star, the fingers on her left hand arched upon her belly.
"Should I take the bra off?"
He nodded his head.
She liked being in control for once - she normally enjoyed
it when the man was the aggressor, but it went without saying that Lenny needed
direction. Her hands went behind her
back, unclasping the bra with practiced ease, then
brushing it down her torso until she was exposed to his eyes.
He cherished her with his eyes like she was a beauty queen -
the way he did when she was even at her worst.
The look was familiar, and it broke her heart that she'd never
recognized it before. The cool reserve
she displayed became a lie - in that sole instant, he had found a way through
the wall of bland experience. "I'm
getting cold," she whispered.
His expression became raunchier - the large hands reached
out for her and captured her about the ribcage, pulling her into a sitting
position for another kiss.
This one proved to be instant fire - the taste of him burning through her
and causing a keen yearning in her mind.
His hands drifted up her ribcage, both thumbs brushing the undersides of
her breasts, lifting them up as the other fingers came around to cup the soft
weight of them.
Laverne knew that her chest wasn't as impressive as most
girls, but Lenny seemed pleased with it - as pleased as a man who was obviously
into legs could be. He pulled his tongue
out of her mouth, pressing kisses to her chin before licking his way down her
throat and planting kissed on the tops of each breast. Laverne arched her back, bringing his mouth
in contact with a spot further down the breast - making her shiver.
He was bent uncomfortably over, his spine crooked, but his
mouth laved the tops of her breast, coming closer to her nipples, the faint
wrinkle of her areola. First with dry
kisses, then little flicks of his tongue, Lenny made his way down her right
breast, until he popped her right nipple into his mouth and gave the bud one
gentle suck.
Laverne's nerves sizzled.
Her hands clutched the back of his head, a soft sigh escaping her lips,
the pleasure increasing steeply. He
somehow knew just how hard to suckle, and for how long before switching to her
left breast - she closed her eyes and leaned back in his arms, hanging suspend
in his grip, allowing the pleasure to string in bright lines from her toes to
the top of her head.
As good as it felt, frustration returned - she wanted more
of him, and now. Instead of crushing his
feelings, she decided to distract him by removing some of his clothing. Accordingly, her hands balled up against his
back, pulling at the material of his tee-shirt - she tugged upward until he was
forced to release her breast and allow her to pull it over his head, the soft
cotton another arousal to her overestimated nipples.
She pressed against his chest until he sat back, and then
stroked the surprising firmness of his chest.
Lenny wasn't as sculpted as her athletic previous boyfriends - instead,
there was firmness, a masculine strength thanks to his cycling and fondness for
shadow boxing. She hadn't noticed the
manliness he possessed - his adam's apple bobbed as
she twirled the barely-visible hair marking the treasure trail to his beltline.
When she tickled his belly, she felt his flesh spasm,
holding in a laugh. His skin seemed to
be so sensitive - no wonder. Lenny had
been denied a loving touch for so much of his life. Driven by a somewhat motherly impulse,
Laverne pushed him back until he lay flat on the quilts, kissing and licking
his throat, collarbone, chest and stomach.
When she finished, he was almost vibrating. Her mouth hovered over his beltline as she
bent over him, her breath caressing what his jeans hid.
He pushed at her shoulder.
"I gotta get my pants off..."
The urgency in his voice gave her ego a boost. "Let me..."
"I don't think I can take that!"
From the tone in his voice, she doubted he could. Sitting back, she gave up her position of dominance
and sat back. "Then you do
it."
His hands flew down to his belt buckle, and she took the opportunity
to unzip the hip clasp of her skirt, and began to shimmy out of it.
He was quicker than she, and he pressed his hands to her
descending ones. "I dreamed about
seeing you like this for so long. Do it slow."
Laverne grinned, slipping the skirt slowly down her hips -
lifting them up and letting the material glide, until she could pull it away from
her feet and toss them into the pile outside of the ring of light they
inhabited. His laughed melted the heat
of her seduction, and when she realized what he was laughing at her skin flushed crimson.
He had expected something sexy from her - lacy things that
could give a dead man an erection.
Instead, Laverne Defazio had come to their
erotic camp-out in granny panties.
She pouted at him.
"I was going to my grandma's.
I didn't think..." He gave her a smart look. "...and if I was going to I didn't
expect there to be so much light!" she flopped down beside him on the
ground.
"Did I do good?" he
turned on his side, his hand tracing the rise of her hip. "I wanted to see you."
She realized, ultimately, that she didn't mind him looking
at her like this. "Yeah, Len - I'm
glad you can see me," her hand went down to his hip, then
pulled at the tented red boxer shorts he wore.
"When do I get to see you?"
He licked his lips. "You sure?"
She nodded.
He sighed, then sat up, squirming out of his shorts. They were discarded to the pile, but he
covered himself with his right hand.
"You don't gotta be embarrassed..."
she tugged at his wrist gently, until he let go of himself. What she saw was a perfectly-formed,
just-a-hair above average sized, pink-hued penis. She felt herself begin to drool. "Mmm - I
like..." She reached out for him, but he shied away.
"I don't think you can touch it - I'm real nervous and
you got me all excited, and..." She
kissed his lips for comfort, and he groaned.
"I think I should take care of you."
She couldn't disagree with that idea. "What do you want me to do?"
"Sit up..." She did. He took her by the hand and scooted her
backward, until she sat between his bare knees.
"You can lean up against me...like that..." she rested against
his chest, leaving the entire front of her body exposed to his hands...and
leaving a space between his hips and hers.
He began kissing her neck, and his touch was initially a tickle. He turned her head and kissed her lips,
slipping his tongue into her mouth. Both
hands cupped her breasts, massaging and stroking her, spreading heat through
her body. She moaned at his touch,
allowing herself to relax and simply let it spread through her. As she sagged against his chest, his right
hand slipped down her belly, over the reddish fleece of her sex.
Laverne shivered, her legs falling apart - his fingers
massaged her inner thighs, coaxing her open when she needed no persuasion. His middle finger traced down the divide of
her lips, drawing moisture upward, toward her clitoris - she let out an
encouraging sigh, reaching down and holding herself open for his exploration.
To her surprise, he found where her desire centered with a
relative amount of ease. After a few
false tries, he began teasing around the center of it, pulling pleasure down
her hips. She began to ride against the
pleasure, moving in concert with his touch, supported almost entirely by his
chest - while she was lost within that pleasure, he
slipped two fingers within her.
Gently, he created a backward-and-forward rhythm inside of
her, frictioning her within, causing her to whine and
moan and toss her head. His thumb began
to rock against the side of her clit, knowing enough not to touch it directly,
knowing enough to make the nails on her right hand dig into his thigh as she
nearly wept from the beauty of the sensation.
How did he know how to do it? She always assumed he had little to no
experience with women. Dazedly, she
leaned back against his shoulder, capturing his blue eyes, which had been focused
on her sex.
"Close?" He asked.
She groaned and arched her hips, beyond even words.
"C'Mon, Vernie...c'mon..."
His words were throaty and encouraging, and they freed her
from whatever had been holding her back.
Her last sane thought was in wonderment of his dexterity. He's a
guitarist, dummy, came the clear answer before her body sagged back in
pleasure, contracting around his fingers in complete fulfillment.
In the throbbing afterward of her orgasm, Laverne knew
nothing. When her body was placed gently
on the ground, she did nothing but smile.
In the distance she heard a foil wrapper tear - felt Lenny nearly trip
over her as he clambered between her thighs.
His calloused and still-damp fingers cupped the back of her thighs,
pulling her buttocks onto his knees and spreading her for his entrance. In a second, he was inside of her.
The thrill of his entrance brought her back to the
world. Suddenly, the heat began to build
again. She appreciatively wrapped her hands
around his hips, pulling her deeper inside of her. His groans were helpless as his body
surrounded hers, his hips swinging frantically against hers. The thrill built for Laverne, the mild
pleasure sweetening by the minute. Their
rhythm was fast - too fast. She wanted
to tell him to slow down, but his expression showed he was beyond
comprehension. On the third stroke, his
entire body shuddered, his hips thrusting hard into her three more times before
he collapsed against her body.
Laverne felt a weak peace, and simultaneously a bittersweet
yearning. She had just begun to build
toward another climax when he lost it, and her honest reaction was a whispered,
"Already?"
He was off her like a shot, sitting up and curling his knees
under her chin. She was dismayed by the
loss of his heat and rose up behind him.
She made a guess at why what she had said would bother him and gave
Lenny a gentle rub to the shoulders.
"It's okay, Len - that happens
to guys a lot when it's their first time."
He glared at her.
"That wasn't my first time."
"Oh..." Her
fingers whispered over his shoulders before she rested her chin against his
left blade.
"It's your fault," he complained. "You got me all excited when you grabbed
and pulled me like that."
"How long's it been for
you?"
He laughed sarcastically.
"Too long." He looked down at
himself, at his limp member, and carefully rolled the condom up and off of
himself and placed it outside of their ring of fire. Then he turned around until he could wrap his
arms around her.
It was a strange time for a cuddle, but Laverne understood
that Lenny needed physical affection more than any of the men she'd been with
before. She held him to her chest,
taking in the clean scent of his hair - she realized that he'd taken a bath
while she was gone, most likely due to her grandmother's request. Kissing the top of his head, she cradled him,
feeling needed, feeling strong.
He kissed her shoulder, her neck - speeding goosebumps across her flesh. "Len..." She whispered.
"I know you were close," he muttered. "Let me."
"Would you do something for me?" she wondered.
"Hmm?"
"I want you to kiss me."
He tilted his mouth toward her.
"Not on the mouth..."
He frowned, but lowered his head to her shoulder.
"Lower."
He kissed her nipple.
"Lower than that..."
He got down on his belly to kiss her navel.
"Almost."
He looked up at her, chin bone pressing into her belly. "You want me to kiss you down
there?"
"Yes..."
"I ain't ever done that before..."
"But no one's ever done that for me."
A gleam of determination. "Not Fonzie?"
"No one."
He pressed his palm against her belly, laying her flat
against the blankets. "Relax,"
he ordered, and she tried to. He nibbled
at the lower part of her abdomen, sucking bites leading downward, through the
thickness of her pubic hair, until his breath whispered over her exposed
lips. She reached down, holding herself
open for him once more, and he curiously flicked his tongue against them. Laverne shivered as heat raced through her -
Lenny sped up the vibrations of his tongue in response.
As she expected, he wasn't as adroit with his mouth as he
had been with his fingers. He had little
to no experience with this form of arousal, neither did she - only that she was
greedy for an orgasm, and had never experienced one this way, and wanted him to
be the first. Deep within herself, she knew that it could only end with him inside of
her, where he lay beneath her skin, where he had crawled throughout the
week. She wrapped her arms around the
back of his head, and he buried his face against her pussy, jamming his tongue
where he logically believed her clitoris should be.
He was several inches too low, and ended up flattening his
tongue further down. Frustrated, she
yanked on his hair, and his hands cupped her hips and squeezed hard, telling
her to stop without words. He shifted
upward, his tongue darting around, missing her repeatedly until he at last
found what he was looking for - the up thrust of her hips and the floaty sigh that came from her proved a good signal for
him.
The direct vibrations to her clitoris were more than enough
to bring Laverne over the line. Her
orgasm was brief, blistering and sent her into another universe for a short
while. She felt Lenny's head drop
against her belly as he panted from lack of oxygen.
When she recovered herself, Laverne looked down at Lenny and
stroked the back of his head. "I
want to do something for you..."
He shook his head.
"You wear me out..." He
rested his face against her. "I wanted
tonight to be about you. You
don't...."
"But you deserve..."
"Sh. I wanted to show you how happy I can make
you."
"I'm more than happy, Len. No one else has ever been so sweet to
me. But you deserve more, too."
"It's okay..."
"No it's not."
She pressed against his chest until he rolled over, and then straddled
him with her legs.
"I ain't ever done twice in one night," he
muttered softly. She caressed the sharp
plane of his left cheek, sweetly as she could manage.
"If you can't, it's okay. Stuff like this takes practice."
Questions danced in his eyes, but he ignored them. She turned over until her face hovered above
his belly. The tip of her tongue caressed
his flagging erection, deliberately being a tease - despite his protests, the
organ jerked toward her mouth. She
grinned up the length of his body and he blushed. She cupped his balls in her right hand,
trying to steady him and make the meeting of her mouth and his cock nothing but
velvet.
She lapped the miniscule line of seamen from the red tip of
his cock down to its mid-point - she took a moment to savor the taste of him
before pulling the length of the erection down her throat.
He made a dramatic noise that was between a gasp and a sob -
Laverne tried not to chortle against him, for that would surely make her
gag. Slowly, gently, she worked him into
and out of her mouth, applying careful suction and the occasional lap with her
tongue. She knew how to give head after
years of practice, and Lenny was a loud, overawed recipient of her
technique.
It wasn't something she quite savored, but he was so happy
and satisfied that she didn't mind the discomfort. Two, three, four, five - he stiffened and
groaned, choking her for a moment in his passion before dying away on a muffled
whimper. Laverne felt a little shock of disappointment
– she wouldn’t have him inside of her again, at least not this night.
Laverne rested her head against Lenny's belly. She nuzzled his soft belly. "You made me come twice, I make you come
twice. It's fair."
He nodded his head, and then tilted her head up until she
looked into his eyes. She pulled herself
up his body, and he rushed into speech.
"I love you, Vernie - and you don't need
to say you love me, too - but I love you.
All the girls I was with before kicked me out after we finished - told
me that I was bad and that they didn't want to see me anymore. I had to make it the best for you, so I
didn't pay attention to myself...too much.
So you wouldn't want to leave me."
His words melted her completely. She embraced him. "I'm not gonna leave you. I love you too much."
"You don't have to say that..."
"I mean it.
That's why I said it."
He looked up at her, with a face filled with wonder. "I never thought I'd ever hear you tell
me that."
"I never thought I'd be telling you it," she
pulled him up her body, urging him to rest beside her. "This whole trip's made me look at us
different. I don't know what's gonna happen after tonight, but I'm not sorry for
being here with you right now. And I'm
not sorry to say that I love you."
He wrapped his arm around her. "I still don't believe that you love
me."
Hearing him say that brought Laverne back to reality. She had told him something she had barely
figured out, and now she couldn't take it back.
Laverne, who had never been in love with a man in her life, was now
attached to a boy she'd known since she was six, a boy whom she knew everything
about and whose troubles she understood.
She was tied to him through the bond of their flesh, and she'd never be
able to see him again without thinking of tonight, or craving more.
She watched him sleep on her shoulder for an hour before
falling into a deep sleep of her own. If
he had never felt so loved in his life, then she had never felt so scared.