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And there it was… a slight break into reality. I only hoped this was the beginning of the walls tumbling down.
“You were telling me how you wanted to come again.” I slipped back into my bed, glad she was willing to go once more. I couldn’t get enough of her, and we hadn’t even done it in person yet. What the hell…
“I was?” she asked, tormenting me with her innocent-sounding voice.
“Yes you were, and I know exactly what we can do to make that happen.”
“Umm,” she moaned. “This keeps getting better and better.”
Killing me… she’s just killing me.
Dani 12
Sexting with Jonathan had become a nightly ritual that I looked forward to more than I wanted to admit. We kept experimenting, and those experiments led us to a stronger and stronger bond. Not only were we sexting, but we were getting to know each other’s deepest fantasies. Some of those fantasies were so personal, I wouldn’t even share them with Sarah, and I shared everything with her.
I’d never been in a relationship with a man who was so intimate, so personal, so vulnerable and yet, we’d barely kissed. I didn’t know what to think about it or how to react, especially since we were both roleplaying. We were our bolder alter egos who could do anything without feeling the slightest embarrassment or apprehension. I felt liberated, which only caused me to have more and more anxiety over our in-person meetup on New Year’s Eve.
Still, I kept telling myself to merely enjoy the cybersex, and I tried my best not to think beyond that.
We were well into the week between Christmas and New Year’s, now. The time had flown by. At one point, the snow had gotten so deep, getting around had turned into a dangerous adventure, especially for me. I simply couldn’t get used to driving in it. The California girl in me kept rebelling and wanted to stay inside and live on canned soup, rather than venture out for a meal. Fortunately, Gianni kept supplying Sarah and me with enough takeout that we didn’t have to worry about ever leaving the house. Not only did he send over several pizzas but scrumptious new meals that he hoped to serve in his own restaurant someday. Each one was better than the last. I especially loved his steamed salmon with cherry tomatoes, white wine, and fresh Italian spices. So good! Sarah fell in love with his new twist on fettuccini alfredo and couldn’t get enough of it. Even going so far as to order it special a few times. Gianni always came through for her despite that dish and all the others not being on the menu at Boston Pizza.
How his drivers got through all that snow was beyond us, but they did, and we tipped them generously for their effort.
Even Gary, who’d stopped by for a short visit was now snowed in with us. At first, I was apprehensive about the situation, but he turned out to be much more fun than I’d initially thought he could be. The three of us played cards, watched movies, critiqued those movies, and played video games until exhaustion hit us.
Then we’d retire to our rooms… Sarah with Gary, while I spent most of the night with Jonathan, sexting and talking. The sex part kept getting hotter and hotter, with each of us daring the other to take more risks, to do more things neither of us ever thought we could do. Funny thing was, every new move he guided me through turned out to be even hotter and more fun than the last. I especially liked it when we both tried some naughty sex toys to enhance our pleasure: a clit vibrator for me and a vibrating cock ring for him. He’d picked them both up at a local adult store and sent mine over with a couple of large pizzas that he’d delivered himself. Jonathan had texted me that a surprise was on its way, so I was able to grab the order at the door before Sarah or Gary had the chance to answer.
Gianni didn’t stay long, nor did we talk much during the delivery, but neither one of us could hold back the wide grin that would explode on our faces as soon as we saw each other.
Then the awkward moment slipped in where neither of us knew exactly what to say, so he left, refusing to take the tip Sarah offered.
That night, while we played with our new sex toys, was so scorching hot, I tingled for the entire day afterwards whenever I even approached the memory.
It hadn’t all been about sex, although that was a significant part of it. Still, we also talked a lot about our dreams and goals once we were totally spent. I hadn’t planned on telling him much more about my true ambitions. Most of the men I’d dated never cared. Oh, they tolerated listening to me for a few minutes, but the conversation always slipped back to their personal goals and their personal dreams. Not that I wasn’t interested, but I would’ve liked the conversation to be more equal.
But Gianni, or rather Jonathan, wasn’t like that. He cared, and this caused me a huge problem. Especially since we were meeting in person on New Year’s Eve.
Classes didn’t start up again at Hutton Hill until the second week of January, and for me, all that was left was my thesis, and two other classes on marketing. I’d put the thesis on hold for this Christmas week. I needed a break from anything educational to fill my well… so to speak. And so far, filling my well had been exclusively accomplished every night by Jonathan.
“Are you working on your thesis?” Jonathan asked, after another round of blissful sex, and we were back in our own beds, miles away from each other, relaxing under the covers. We’d each enjoyed another turn at bathtub sex, mostly because I’d been out for a walk and couldn’t get warm. Even Jonathan had enjoyed his own bathtub sexting tonight. We’d taken it slow and easy, which was a nice change after the previous night when we’d used our new sex toys. “Oh wait… I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking this question.”
I hesitated for a moment, while I tried to come up with a Shannon story to answer his question, but I couldn’t, so instead, while we were merely talking, I decided to be me, Dani Green, college student.
“No, I’m taking a break this week. I have all the research done for it and printed out, but it was getting stale while I was writing it, so I thought I’d take a break. And what about you? What are you up to, Gianni?”
For a few seconds, all I heard was his breathing. I felt certain he was trying to deal with the fact that I had used his real name, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “We’re just talking.”
It was a big step for me and probably a confusing one for him, but I liked talking to him, to Gianni, and I wanted him to know that. I merely wanted to chat with Gianni Capra tonight, the fabulous Italian chef, and not Jonathan, the sex god. Jonathan and Shannon lived in another world, and they were driven by a complete set of different rules. This was just a conversation between two friends discussing their lives.
I heard him take in a deep breath, then he said, “Rocco told me about a storefront opening up over near you in Hutton Hill. I’m going to look at it tomorrow. He thinks it might be perfect for a small Italian restaurant. It even has a parking lot out back.”
He sounded excited, and it warmed my heart to hear it. He was such a great chef. I knew he’d do well.
“Are you ready to open your own restaurant? I don’t mean recipe wise. I think you’re ready with all of that… but with your parents? They seem to depend on you. Every time I’ve been inside Boston Pizza, you’re always working. Have you told them yet about your plans?”
“I haven’t. That’s my stumbling block. Knowing exactly what to say to them.”
