Christine Délice, easy to describe, difficult to fully comprehend. A naive girl, a frail woman, a mother ... Well, let's say I was lucky to be born last, when it was mature enough to really care for someone.
Only two of the four-year university saw Franz and Christine together: he graduated when she was the second year, and had to immediately return to his hometown, a little 'to take care of his family, a bit 'to devote himself to work.
Chris was happy for him and arranged a bachelor party attended by all his friends,
but ended in celebration, it was difficult for her to stand next to that guy. I would never see? Their story would survive the distance? He was not sure ... He thought he was strong enough to be able to expect that the first thing he would do just graduated would run to him, hug him, make love and go be with him.
But she was weak.
They made love all night and then, at dawn, he took a taxi to the airport and left.
The third year was pretty quiet: the study had increased, of course, but now my mother was close friends with whom he spent some time, he was playing billiards
or playing some local.
However, none of his friends was at the height of Franz, the only man who filled his thoughts and heart ... And the phone's memory, with every sort of message.
One evening, Christine found herself in front of an old acquaintance.
Christine Hey, vampire, what the hell are you doing here?!?
He gave her a dirty look, then answered reluctantly and with downcast eyes.
Toby: I came to look at the campus ... And you, old woman?
Christine: I here, we live in! And then, as one might say that you came to see the campus?!? How old are you? Fifteen?
Toby: Fourteen ... - The boy said, looking at the shoes. - I came to visit my sister who is studying here ...
Christine is now the subject line ... and ... - did not know whether or not to ask - ... your brother instead? Jimmy? What has happened?
Toby: Oh, that's still at the Polytechnic! In two years did not give an exam, his mother is in despair. It is just an idiot.
Christine Yeah, I guess you're right. - She replied, without much attention to the words spoken, but Toby did not seem to mind.
Toby: Listen, can I ask you a question? Has nothing to do with Jimmy.
Christine tell me!
Toby confided that he lost his head for a girl, some Bessy Cassy ... ... ... well Crissy, something like that, but he was almost certain not to be reciprocated:
Toby: I always look like if I were an alien ... What then, is more or less how I look at all. What do you think?
Christine Suddenly she realized that she actually was looking at him that way, moreover, was not an everyday thing to see a boy of his age dressed and made up that way.
Christine Maybe that's your look ... I mean, a boy your age ...
Toby: I know, I should not run tanned in this way. My stepmother repeated it to me all the time.
Christine No, I'm not saying that you should not, but simply that ... well ... you're weird!
Toby: Yeah ... - he answered with a sad tone.
Christine Look, why do not you come and you do give up a system to your hair? Maybe there is a cut that suits you best!
He looked at her with suspicion, making them understand not have much confidence in his skills as a dressing table, but she eventually succeeded not know how to convince him, lent him a shampoo and pointed to the bathrooms, and remained a few minutes Toby waiting to release their scalp from the mountain of ice, that was the past.
Asciugatigli superficially hair, to give an idea of the situation, my mother looked at him in the face and declared: Damn you! But why do you insist on keeping them all pulled back? This cut you're already so good! Rather, we see to take away all this makeup.
Toby looked annoyed: Is it really necessary?
Christine Sure! I assure you that then you're better! Gosh, is there such a difference between the color of your skin and this flour that you spread on your face ... - And as he spoke had already taken the cleansing milk and was passing on the boy's face. - In fact, today I feel very artistic! Can I ask you a little drawing on the little face-ino-ino-ino-ino?? *.*
Toby: How o.o not ... So, worse than that ...
Christine stared: But Stop it! You're so cute! With these hair and your eyes clear, any girl would go crazy. - He said with a grin.
When she had finished, Toby mirror and looked at what, until then, it had been just a common face and pathetic.
Then answered
Toby: Yeah, right, in fact I have oxygenated your hair to make Prince Charming! A 'I point, I would have left red ...
Christine Rossi !?! You have the red hair and hide them under a shade? You must have lost a screw!
Toby said, dubious: Not only I, as I understand ... - Then he changed his expression and smiled. - Anyway thank you for the help and advice. ... And also the beautiful design.
Christine Do not mention it, bloodsuckers! - clipping she said. - invoked!
Toby: Well ... Well ... Until next time.
nonsense --- --- Spam
What is the thing scares the sim over everything? The Grim Reaper? Wrong answer.
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... ... ...
... ... seize the agent! XD
--- End ---
Last year, however, my mother spent at the university women's club: he had made friends with a member, so she asked her to join it.
course Chris had been accepted, for the most beautiful house that would be his new home than anything else: she was really tired of that smelly dorm cook and incapable. But if he believed that this type of discomfort would be gone, they're wrong: his two roommates were not an airhead who thought about was parties, and a nerd with his head still bent on books or on the piano. So in the end, those who had to clean and to cook - unless you wanted to die of some infection, and no food - it was always her.
also was required to attend the festivities, what my mother thought was maybe the worst. And so, to survive those toga party,
you often find yourself drinking more than necessary, eventually fell asleep on the floor.
All this, combined with the study that seemed to have tripled the time he ran in fast forward, bringing my mother to graduate quickly, resulting in a party organized by the club.
And this is not at all displeased with Christine, mostly because it had a chance to see their professors making fools of themselves in an unlikely smustle, the most popular dance in my part.
was finally time to pack up and go back to town: Christine, however, decided not to return to their district of origin, where his aunt was still alive, but to take possession of a plot of land left him by his parents many years before.
My mother was eager to begin his new life, and Andalasia was ready to accept them.
Real life always told me it is more difficult than it sounds. not know why I called "real" part of life that begins when you stop to study, perhaps because, until graduation, knew no real difficulty. But when he found himself penniless, barricaded in a studio without walls or a hole in the paint window, and no job, Christine realized what the real meaning of "Roll up their sleeves."
The first two hours spent in that shabby house were dedicated to furniture. Okay, let's say it were the first ten minutes, where Chris drove three nails on the wall to hang his degree in culinary science, the old premium for the cooking competition and pictures taken long ago.
(Um ... Yes, we say that chandelier has a funny ... ^ ^ ')
The rest of the time was spent in looking for work, including research journals,
calls and many, many wastes.
Then, at last a glimmer of light: a work by laborious and underpaid kitchen maid in one of the most important restaurants of the city, and, with the first money received, two buckets of paint for the house and some new clothes.
seemly wise, the best thing to do, for my mother, every night was to go around local
a waste of money? On the contrary!
Thanks to his friend, the university had learned to control a console, and could now express their creativity (ie make money) if not cooking, dancing by the masses.
And when the evenings were weak, he always found some bar or restaurant where there was a maid;
but, if he could, he avoided my mother, never knowing what could happen to her clients: often butterflies or little good did nothing but torment ... And sometimes, those were not just uncomfortable.
Christine "I do not know why, but I feel like an eerie presence behind me."
But in the end, Christine's efforts were not rooms: it had been eight, almost nine years since she came to Andalasia, his studio had been converted into two rooms with kitchen, his career had finally taken off and she finally had a way of assisting the chef in managing the kitchen ... It was even able to afford the luxury of a double bed!
And that was the problem: a beautiful double bed, so large as to remind you every night that what was missing in his life he had always wanted most of all: love.
He had just turned thirty, and she was alone. Franz with the story, as feared, I had no right the distance: he was always very busy and could not move from their city, and she was too lazy and too weak to make a move in any direction to him. And so, when he graduated, he had not calculated the idea of seeing him again ... But now she missed, terribly.
The missing his words, his hugs, his projects and the warmth that emanated his every glance, who knows what he was doing at that moment? I wonder if he had made a family, or if he, too, taken from a hectic life and career of the race, it was just mulling over missed opportunities ... To think of her ...
Then one day, he had the answer to your questions :
Voice: Hello ...
It was a cold winter morning, he was dawning after a snowfall and Christine had just returned from work: he was getting out of his own colleague, when the familiar voice and baritone greeted her before she could raise eyes. A few moments later, his hands were clinging to a man who was kissing her with transportation, while my colleague, in a giggle, receded into the mist.
Christine What are you doing here?
Franz: I came to see how you were ... I read the interview you did on that week the kitchen ... And, well ... When I read that you were still single, I came to check it was true.
Christine Unfortunately, or fortunately ... it's true! I'm so happy to see you ...
Franz: Really?
Christine: After this kiss - whispered soothing - you still have doubts?
Franz: Well, yes ... - he whispered back - ... because we're freezing and you're invited to enter.
She burst into laughter, then walked to the door and opened it, pulling within Franz. Here, The two resumed kissing, slowly at first, then more passionately both had lived the last years for the work, and the few stories that he had had sex, they were nothing compared to the desire that they were then experiencing. As if both were back at university, as if even a year had passed.
We finally dragged onto the bed, where "memory" of their life together in college.
After a few cuddles, both fell asleep, leaving doubts about the future of that story the next day. The latest sensation Christine tried, however, was that he had forgotten something ... but what?
--- --- sometimes returns
True friends remain so even after years. And sometimes, it is only after a long time that we see really belong to that species, here comes one of the best friends of Christine during adolescence ... which turned out to be
the first penguin yellow fin!
--- End ---
That morning, after Franz had greeted with a kiss, my mother rubbed his eyes and began to think about what had happened had been eight years, but finally what had happened would have happened many years earlier. Franz had finally found her. His ... He had sworn him, and she had no reason to disbelieve him, had embraced - at that time his legs had started running towards him without her even it wanted to - they had kissed, had loved and When they wake up he asked her to come back together, Christine was the only one he had really loved and nobody could ever take his place.
My mother was happy ... happy as a little girl that the boy coveted honor has just asked to take her to the school dance, as an aspiring chef who manages to bring to perfection her first soufflé, as ... How was never in his life.
Düsterkeit Franz lived in another city, one in which he worked and which had become a celebrity for his skill and passion for their work, had managed to become a renowned surgeon and many people made long journeys from all over the country just to get work from him. Just for the job, however, had very little free time that evening, he could not have come back to Christine, because the next day would have to face a delicate surgery, and should be well rested, not long back from a night journey.
However, Franz promised that he would spend with her the following week, where would the holidays, my mother was always agree. So, Chris decided to use his one free day per week to do some 'shopping in view of the passion week.
had shot almost the whole town buying clothes on the right and left, then had happened in a clothing shop who knew as a kid, because he was in the area where she grew up.
Christine "I almost do a jump from his aunt, is a century that I do not see, who knows how he is! " - I thought, as his eyes ran on some underwear.
Then a voice interrupted his thoughts.
Male Voice: What keep right not to shake a kitten from a tree, while the left one, the tree the fire ... In both cases, finiresti the evening with a fireman in the house, so, unless you should not be seduced just a fireman, I do not recommend them to you both.
undecided whether or not to turn around, looked at the complete holding in the hand: one was a classic bra / panty white with no frills and quite opaque, while the other was bordeaux, consisting of a thong and a lacy bodice almost completely.
Christine "Yes," - he thought - "that guy is saying to me."
He put the two ends and turned calmly, without giving in to see the curiosity to know who was addressing the those words. "That guy" was a pretty young guy - he must have at least five years younger than her - with red hair and green eyes;
dark jeans and wore the purple sweater with a brush, highlighting, in contrast, the greenish complexion of which Christine was not right; his eyes were already stripping the fun and imagining one of those two heads on me. Probably the latter.
My mother, who did not know whether to be embarrassed, angry or amused by the scene, tried to play the game, saying What I would suggest, then?
Boy: Well ... - said the other, starting to rummage through the clothes on display - ... I would say this might be suitable.
The garment that had pulled out of the pile was a simple two-piece lavender silk, where the low-waisted pants were decorated with a delicate floral embroidery sewn on tulle that united the front to the back, the bra, however, was worked on up and sull'attaccatura, where there ended in a heart embroidered lace. No doubt it was wonderful.
Christine Why this? - she asked after a while.
He stared at her mocking, then replied satisfied: Why brings out your eyes.
She was at first puzzled, then, which recovered, I retorted by saying:
Christine Look, if we're experiencing, know that they are already committed.
The boy gave a slight laugh, then said
Boy: I know, I know ... Or rather, I imagine, Christine.
Christine Have we met?
Boy: Well, I would say yes.
At that moment, my mother looked at him really, observing whether the family, the brilliant green eyes and the strange pattern that framed the left eye.
Christine To ... Toby ... Toby
: Yeah, in the flesh! It is a life that we do not sees.
Christine Yeah ... Why here?
Toby: am from my weekend, I look for when I return home from college.
Christine ... Oh Yeah, by now you should have almost finished.
Toby: Well, yes, I miss an exam.
Chirstine: And ... What you're graduating?
Toby: Criminoligia ... Look, instead of sitting here talking, why do not you come have a beer? There is a brand new, nearby, I would go visit.
Then he raised his hand to her face, pushing, with a caress, a lock of hair that covered his eyes, then his fingers slid down his face, like a caress.
Toby: So you also tell me a bit 'you ...
The velvety voice and magnetic eyes convinced Chris to follow him, Toby was no longer the insecure boy of nine years before he became a man, and we could definitely do.
History with Franz had to have a future with him after the report, no child had ever been even considered by Christine. Nobody could take his place in the heart of my mother. She firmly believed.
There was nothing wrong with going for a drink with an old friend, of course, a defining their "friendship" was not exactly accurate ... That was the third time they met, yet between them there was no embarrassment , behaved as if they had known all along. And the alcohol helped a lot.
They had a chat at the bar, during which they discussed the recent life, from their studies and goals, in addition, Chris was asked why Toby still held the drawing she had made around the eye.
Toby: crazy girls, - had answered him - then, from time to time, I do redesign with henna from a friend that does tattoos.
Christine So in the end, you become a latin lover ...
Toby: So they say. Take the Lead?
My mother was drunk enough to say yes, it reached the runway and gave the ball rolling.
After the first dance on a dance,
the dj music changed, making a slow, couples began to tighten, some guys were trying to get closer to their prey, others were leaving the bar to cool off. Christine Toby looked into his eyes, asking with his eyes you can dance with her again, then clasped her arms.
was a déjà vu.
An attractive boy, his arms to hold her, caress her hair red, his eyes eager to draw her ... She drank too much, this time might not have survived, he would take her to her house, she would have kissed stripped and then he would his own. Without love. Soulless.
Yet more he looked into his eyes, most could not believe it ... There was Toby there in front of her. There was that boy who had always been fragile tenderness. But in her life she had been wrong so many times ...
Toby: Chris ...
Christine S-yes?
Toby: It's time to go home ...
Christine: Yeah ...
Toby: Come on, come on! I'll walk, I do not think you are in condition to go alone.
Christine: No, I can ... I'll call a taxi ...
Toby: No, it's late, so I do not trust to leave. He's quiet, I shall take advantage of you. - He said with a laugh.
My mother tried to do the same, but she could not.
The boy surprised her once again, behaving like a perfect gentleman: he accompanied in the taxi, pausing a few minutes outside her door for an innocent greeting, then Chris closed the door behind his back, he had not made a move to her.
Christine had wanted a kiss, at that time. But it was a wrong thing, and he kept the distance in order not to embarrass.
And she found herself once again to wonder what was the right thing to do.
Once at home, Chris took out his bag full of shiny underwear that contained it and look again for the umpteenth time, then noticed that the envelope, as well as the receipt, there was another ticket. Call , it said, and the number of a mobile phone.
Another deja vu: it was not over there ... And if you wanted to know the objective of Toby, there was only one way to find out.
Tuuu ... ... Tuuu
Christine "Okay, do not respond, I can attack."
Tuuu ...
Toby: Hello?
Christine "Too late!"
three days had passed since they met and Christine had not called. To tell the truth, no one had called, had spent all the time at work or bake cakes for the bakery opposite.
Toby: Hello? Hello?
It was finally decided. Well, more or less ... If you did not answer immediately, he would attacked, and it was as if she had never made up that number. It might have been better. Why call it? She came back with Franz, had a good story that could have become ... what? They had not seen for eight years, did not know anything about each other, even if their love was real or just the memory of a passion now blurred. There was no guarantee that the story would work.
But my mother knew what he had found in Franz, years before, would never have been able to look at that kid with red hair: stability, love, fidelity. No, that guy was too similar to Patrick: had the same eyes burning with passion.
Toby: Hello? - was the last warning before hanging up.
Christine P-ready? Toby?
Toby: Yes ... Who is this?
Christine Ah ... Um ... Hello! I'm Christine, I found ...
Toby: Christine! - exclaimed another. - cabbage, as I did not recognize your voice? How are you? Three days I'm waiting for your call, it is unfair to expect so much a guy like me ...
Christine Ah ... - she was dumbfounded, then chuckled. - What do you mean? However I have not called before because I've been busy. Very busy.
Toby: Col complete again? - Churches in a tone that made Christine imagine a mischievous smile attached to the receiver, on the other side of the wire.
Christine: No ... - she said with condescension. - Col work. While you, I bet, these days you spent in the company of a beautiful university ...
Toby: Mmm ... Well, maybe one or two ...
Christine finally laughed heartily: Then you must not have suffered so much miss me! You do not even Essert bored ...
Toby: But I miss you so, so now I tell you now I want to buy you dinner on the spot!
Christine on the spot? You mean, go to dinner ... now? - looked at his watch and saw that it was eight twenty-five.
Toby: Have you dined? Or maybe you already have a commitment ...
Christine No, no, I had dinner ... and I did not even do! But it is already late, and I do not know if I can get ready for ...
Toby: So do so if they are not too intrusive to people invited to your home. I now prepare myself, I go out, step to get something to eat - you like sushi, pizza or Chinese? - And I come from you, so you have plenty of time to dress and makeup! Although I'm sure I would not mind even natural ...
Christine was speechless for a good half a minute, then without the power to refuse said: Okay ... - and then - do not bother However, I cook something.
And he answered with a: better that way, I'm really curious a taste of your dish! So, see you later! - and hung up before she could in any way think again.
Christine Cavoloooo! It is already past quarter of an hour, and I'm still so! - exclaimed, looking the suit that led since he was returned home that afternoon.
He flung himself into the bathroom, five minutes to shower and put on his first dress she happened to throw, leaving loose hair is still wet. Then a wisp of dark purple makeup, lipstick and a light pair of earrings. Would suffice for that evening was not to happen at all, hardly knew him.
Christine "Why I agreed to come to my house?"
To his misfortune, "the first thing that had happened in his hands" was a cocktail dress and light colored colors ranging from purple to orange and green, adorned with the lower edge of a large black lace, and emphasized his fair complexion.
So when he went to open the door, if Toby found himself in all its beauty, and I nearly jumped on the. Recovered possession of himself, he accepted an invitation to enter and let Christine took the bouquet of red roses that had brought. She, at the sight of flowers, his blushing softly, he had smelled
- luckily he had found those perfumed - and had run to take a vase to put them.
After the usual pleasantries, Christine invited him to sit at the table, because the dinner was almost ready: it was expecting a nice fillet of sole Pompadour, my mother had just learned how to prepare, but that could very well. What I had not said, however, was that this was one of the most famous dishes of French cuisine aphrodisiac.
The two talked all through dinner, then emptied the dishes, they remained in silence, watching, and she dabbed her lips and Toby is keen to reach them with your own, then without stopping for a kiss. The wine she had put on the table, and the jazz music that filled the room, the candles flickered in the semi-dark room, as he had proposed and obtained, all this did turn his head to both, but no one wanted to make the move wrong, and so were simply property, with one in the eyes of the other ones, without having their bodies touched.
Then Christine Rico, took courage and spoke: Why You came right to me? - He looked puzzled, as if she just asked why he had not the third eye. - I mean ... there are so many beautiful girls of your age with which you could spend the evening. You're a nice guy, I do not think that you are not free to choose what you like.
Toby: In fact, you do not have a point ... But please take my curiosity, do you remember how old I am?
She made a quick mental calculation and said: - Do you have twenty-three ...
Toby: Yeah ... - answered and satisfied - I am no longer a child ... - And it was true, was a man now.
Christine Yes, but I have seven years older than you!
Toby: So what?
My mother could not answer him.
After a few minutes of silence, Toby returned to speak Dinner was excellent, you really are a very good cook.
Christine: Thank you ... - redness whispered. Then the red took courage, stood up and asked Why do not you show me the house?
Christine Well, it's all here! - said with a laugh.
Toby: And what, then, behind that door? - Churches, pointing to a white wooden door, not far from them.
Christine There is only the bedroom. - replied embarrassed.
Toby: Then show me that ... - replies persuasive tone.
Christine looked at him uncertainly, then decided and led him into the room: As you can see, nothing special, just a bed and some pictures ...
of what happened later, My mother never told me about it.
Suddenly, Toby grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me towards him.
We were very close, I felt his strong scent envelop completely, as I clutched tightly in his arms;
then suddenly came up and kissed me, slowly at first, then with more ardor .
After a few moments I was kissing her neck, her collarbone, then down to the neckline of the dress light;
ran a hand along a thigh, rising delicately dressed, my mind was completely empty, while my body craving for excitement.
Allacciai I also my arms around his neck, squeezing more and more strong;
Toby just pulled back, looked into my eyes and then pulled back the straps to the dress fell in ground, gazing with eyes met full light lavender that had purchased after his own counsel and that I had worn for no particular reason.
svestissi Then let him, I did lay on the bed and I took the last garment.
Toby proved to be a loving and caring gentle, contrary to what I had thought, but what surprised me most was that, after having stripped, not kissed me more: he kept his face buried in my hair, spent her hot lips on his neck and cheeks, but not approached my mouth. Suddenly I stopped, turning her face towards her, his face and drew her toward the mine, but he resisted and said
Toby: kisses during sex is only for the stories series. - and rolled back without leave go.
His words stopped me at first, but then, intoxicated by the sweet sensation I was feeling, or perhaps convinced by a different feeling, I drew her towards me and rested my lips on his;
he did not resist, and even responded to the kiss, then looked into my eyes, gasped and uttered just four words to me, at that time, were meaningless:
Toby: This is a promise.
The next morning when I opened my eyes, I saw that there was no one beside me, I looked up and saw Toby that was coating.
Christine 're already running from? - I said bitterly.
Toby: I thought I preferred it. Never let it be that your boyfriend to surprise you and you're in bed with another.
Only at that moment I became really aware of what I did: the man I loved for years, and for a long time I did not have at my side, returned to renew his love for me, and I had betrayed him. After only three days.
Pant ... Pant ... It was a real race against time, this update! >. \u0026lt;I guess I do not see more than this long, if I want to continue to update every three weeks! Among other things, are not even very satisfied with the result, since the update I wrote almost half in two days ... Let me know! uu
A big kiss and best wishes for a happy Easter to everyone! ^___^
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