Chapter 8

Tuscany -1996

Victoria Bennett awoke to the sound of birds chirping, the morning light filtering through the ancient stained-glass windows. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she stretched languidly, the soft linen sheets slipping from her naked 18-year-old body as she rose from the four-poster bed. Padding barefoot across the cool stone floor, she made her way to the window and opened it, breathing in the fresh scent of the Tuscan hills rolling out before her.

Her beautiful, slim figure stood silhouetted in the morning light, her blonde hair cascading down her back. She giggled as she wondered if any early-rising Italian farmer might catch a glimpse of her as she basked in the freedom of the secluded villa.

Glancing back, she noticed Julia still asleep, her serene face half-hidden in the pillows. Victoria ran her fingers through her hair and wiggled her hips as she walked back to the bed, lifting the sheets to expose the black legs of her lover. She extended her tongue and gently licked Julia’s soles, making her legs flutter as she grunted softly. Victoria then kissed her ankles, calves, and knees before climbing under the sheets. As she licked along Julia’s long ebony thighs, her lover instinctively parted her legs, inviting Victoria to continue exploring the path between them.

“Hmmm,” Julia murmured as she awoke, glimpsing the slim form of a body beneath the sheets, its ass upturned like a mischievous ghost, with its head nestled between her legs.

“Fuck, Victoria, do you ever sleep?” Julia murmured as she ran her hand through Victoria’s straw-like hair, feeling her lover’s tongue on her pussy. Her lips tingled to life with each hot stroke, as she tried to drift back into a dream. But her arousal quickly took over, and she pulled Victoria’s face up to taste her lingering morning flavor on her lover’s lips.

The girls’ breasts pressed together, their nipples rubbing against each other as their mouths furiously sucked on each other’s tongues, trying to devour one another. Their hands slipped between each other’s legs, frantically fingering one another. “All right, you little bitch, let me eat you for breakfast!” Victoria gasped, a thrill running through her as her much taller, more athletic lover—towering over her by six inches—jumped onto her feet on the bed. Julia manhandled her like a rag doll, propping her up on all fours, then moved behind her, clasping Victoria’s slim little buttocks with both hands, giggling as she pulled them apart.

“That pussy is wet all the time; you only think about one thing,” Julia teased before plunging her tongue into the tight, undulating hole nestled between Victoria’s soaked pink folds. “Oh my God,” Victoria moaned, massaging her tits with one hand as she pressed her face into the pillow, biting into it and feeling the feathers within. She spread her knees wider, sinking her breasts into the sheets while raising her ass even higher, desperately willing Julia’s tongue to go deeper inside her.

Julia’s mouth was coated with Victoria’s juices as she began taking long laps from the tip of her pussy, licking along her lips, sucking up droplets of saliva and juices. She trailed her tongue over Victoria’s perineum and then over her asshole, enjoying the way Victoria gasped as she felt the anal tissue vibrate and open up under her tongue. Julia then moved back down, searching with her tongue for Victoria’s clit, gently nibbling at it with her teeth before sucking on the little hood, her nose buried in Victoria’s opening, filling her nostrils with her lover’s juices. She kept Victoria’s buttocks firmly planted down, controlling her gyrations and movements as the pleasure built up.

“Ah, fuck! Fucking make me cum, you fucking bitch!” Victoria shouted, almost roaring as she slammed her hands down on the pillows. She kept her spine arched, her head thrown back as she faced the ceiling, moaning and screaming loudly. Julia furiously sucked on her clit, and liquid squirted out of Victoria, splashing across Julia’s face.

The two kissed each other passionately, their hands gripping and digging into each other’s backs as their legs wrapped around one another. They laughed and giggled as they made love for hours.

“Come on, Victoria, we have to get up!” Julia laughed. “Let’s get some breakfast!” The two girls walked downstairs naked, still laughing, playfully hoping the housekeeper might see them. Why not? They were young, beautiful, and free.

“We could live here, imagine,” Victoria mused. “I’d be the lady of the manor, and you could be my slave,” she teased, running her hand down Julia’s spine, tracing it to the cleft between her cheeks. “Cooking ... cleaning ... and...”

“Victoria, shut up. You know I don’t like that,” Julia snapped, her tone shifting to anger as she towered over Victoria.

“Careful ... I might have to get my whip out,” Victoria retorted, running her finger over Julia’s breasts. “Can’t have the slave talking back.”

“Victoria, I’m serious,” Julia said firmly. “I’m not a slave, and that kind of talk is racist. I don’t fucking like it!”

“All right, keep your knickers on!” Victoria laughed, trying to diffuse the tension.

After a simple breakfast of milk and eggs, the girls considered what they would do for the day. “I have no clean knickers left,” Victoria moaned.

“Just go commando,” Julia laughed, playfully slapping Victoria’s ass. Victoria rummaged around, looking for something to wear under the summer dress she planned to wear while biking. Her eyes fell on a blue envelope peeking out from a bra and knickers discarded days earlier.

“Julia, what is this?” Victoria asked, holding up the envelope. “Is this for me? Why didn’t you tell me?” “I did, Victoria; you were daydreaming,” Julia chuckled as Victoria watched the tall, Amazonian ebony-skinned woman walk upstairs.

Victoria opened the envelope and began to read. Her stomach dropped when she realized it was from her parents, and the blood drained from her face as she continued reading.

“Julia,” she stuttered, now completely lacking confidence but still naked. “My parents are coming. They’re arriving today! I only just read this—this letter was written last week.”

“Oh, cool,” said Julia, “better get some clothes on then, haha. I guess we can still go cycling and meet them later?”

“No—no...” Victoria stammered. “Julia ... I never told them you were here.”

“Why not? You said you told them you had a friend here. Look, don’t worry, I won’t say I’m a lesbian,” Julia replied.

“It’s not that ... they don’t really mind that ... it’s just...” Victoria hesitated.

“What? They seemed okay when I met them at Oxford,” Julia said.

“Look, Julia, I can’t explain. I’m sorry, but would it be okay if you ... disappeared for a while?”

Julia grew cross and snatched the letter out of Victoria’s hands. She read it while easily holding away Victoria’s smaller arms.

“They say they want to meet me here...?” Julia’s anger flared. “Unless you don’t want them to see a Black girl here. Do they think I’m just some white girl?”

“Julia, look, this is just a fling between us, just some fun. My family is for life...”

“You fucking racist bitch,” shouted Julia, flinging the letter down on the ground.

Victoria sighed as Julia angrily stormed around the villa, gathering her things and packing.

“Sorry, Julia,” Victoria said, grabbing a cigarette and starting to smoke. “Maybe it’s for the best. We had fun, but look around this place—you don’t exactly fit in. You can go back to Brixton or whatever for the rest of the summer.”

“Fuck you, you white bitch,” snarled Julia, tears coming to her eyes. She was now in just a dress, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, her feet bare.

Victoria started feeling a little afraid. Julia was six inches taller, her hands bigger, and when they playfully wrestled, she always got on top so easily, holding her down with ease.