The Way You Love Me Pt. 14

"Benvenuto in Italia!” said the flight attendant as the plane landed in Nice. I already felt extremely jet-lagged and I still needed to hop on a train to San Remo. Once I finally made it onto the train, I dozed off again. When I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful sunset surrounded by miles of rolling rolls and steep cliffs. I smiled slightly and sighed. The scene looked so picturesque. After my harsh confrontation with Jordan, I need to escape the city for a while. I had originally planned to leave for Italy in 3 weeks but my fight with Jordan caused me to leave the next day. I threw a couple of sundresses and a few pairs of sandals in a Hermes duffle (along with a few essentials) and hit the road. I slept until we reached San Remo but as soon as I heard the sound of saxophones and trumpets floating in the air, I felt energized.

I checked into my villa and took a hot shower. Spending ten hours on a plane will make anyone feel dirty. I dressed in a white t-shirt, shorts and hiking boots, and then I headed to the commune. I enjoyed listening to the women talk about writing and art. I loved their witty discussions about politics and the media's obsession with celebrities. The energy in the area felt electric and in a way, very sensual. After I left, I felt so excited. I couldn't wait to talk about my visit with the group of black lesbian writers and my plans to support them.
My international calling wasn't acting right so I called someone that I knew I could get to: Lex.

I felt my face blush a bit as I heard the phone ringing. I feared she wouldn't answer but on the fourth ring, someone answered and said in a professional voice, "Alexia Stewart Photography".

Her assistant handed the phone off to Lex answered excitedly, "Hey Jai! How are you sweetie? Are you enjoying Italy?"

I quickly clamored off the details of my trip and didn't spare one detail. Lex commented often and always gave positive criticism. It was a welcome change from Jordan's business-like manner, concentrating only on dollars and sense but lacking imagination. Lex shared my artistic vision. When she suggested venturing out to a small jazz club for good music and drinks, I didn't hesitant to say yes. I was in Italy, surrounded by beauty and nursing a broken heart. I was no longer afraid to take a risk and allow Lex to be a friend to me. We arranged to meet at ten that night and it was already dangerously close to eight-thirty. I hopped into the shower again, hoping to look refreshed for my date with Lex. The lukewarm water drizzled over my skin and for some reason, it aroused me. I ran my hands over my neck and shoulders, enjoying the electric feeling on my skin. I allowed my thoughts to drift to Lex and my lips curled into a naughty smile. I imagined Lex standing in the shower with me, running her hands over my body and enjoying the sight of water cascading down my body. I could feel the weight of her body against my back, pressing into me while nibbling on the back of my neck. I released a low sigh as I ran my hands against my mocha nipples and wished that it was Lex. Suddenly, I snapped out of the sensual trance, splashing water on my face to cool myself down.

At first I thought about dressing in a cute little BCBG halter dress that stopped right at the top of my thighs. But I decided not to portray myself as easy and threw on a nice pair of sandals with a casual tank top and shorts combination. When I arrived at Lex's villa, she answered the door with two apple martinis in her hand and handed one to me. We strolled arm and arm as Lex led me on a tour of the house and sipped our cocktails.

After we finished our tour we headed to Sprezzatura, a small lesbian jazz club. We huddled in a dark corner and smoked our spiffs as we listened to beautiful young women belting out the blues. Worshippers of Nina Simone and Charlie Parker tried to recreate their genius. As a small Italian girl crooned "My Funny Valentine", I leaned over and put my head on Lex's shoulder. She kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear. Whenever she bent her lips to my ear, I dreaded an aggressive come-on or sexual ploy. But instead, she asked for my thoughts on the music. Gave me her list of favorites. Constantly asked if I needed anything. I realized that I was enjoying her company way too much. We nuzzled and confided in each other as if we'd been both friends and lovers for years. We stumbled outside just as the sun began to rise. Lex and I bid farewell to the group of women we'd met that night and slowly began to walk towards her house. I slipped on my shades to hide my eyes from the blinding sun and when I turned to her, Lex pulled me close and kissed me.

I eagerly returned Lex's kiss. I enjoyed the taste of her lips and shuddered as she caressed the small of my back. My hands immediately sprang to her hair and forcefully grabbed her and pulled her closer. We rushed towards her villa, stopping briefly to sneak in kisses and love taps. We fell into each other's arms before the front door even slammed shut. Lex led me into the house's sunroom and hoisted me on top of an antique wooden table. The sun poured in through the skylight, bathing me in light. Lex kissed every hidden pleasurable spot. She took her time learning the ways of my body. She wasn't soft like Jordan. Lex dominated me. She pushed and pulled my body into various positions without apology. Her eyes held a passionate and intense stare. She nibbled on my shoulders. Allowed her tongue to dance across my calves. Kissed the spot where my thigh and my hip meet. I felt drunk off of my desire for her. Jordan had always been an amazing lover but Lex took my body to new heights.

I wrapped myself in a blanket and curled up in front of her balcony while Lex played bartender. I smiled contently and gazed at the miles of beautiful trees and crystal clear ocean. I felt rejuvenated and young and beautiful. I felt sexy and cool and blessed. Lex sipped a glass of wine and then headed it to me. I tossed the blanket away and walked towards the balcony’s edge. Sipping the wine, I ran my fingers through my locks and thought about the possibility of moving to Italy. I could do this every day. I could wake up in San Remo every day for the rest of my life and feel absolutely great.

Before I could make up my mind, I felt Lex's lips on the back of my thigh and turned to see her leaving a trail of kisses on my leg. I playfully shooed her away and giggled as she placed a mass of kisses on my neck. We kissed passionately again and Lex stared into my eyes. Lex grabbed her glass and raised it to me, saying quietly "To Us".

I kissed her and clinked my glass with hers, saying confidently "To Us".



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