Part 6 (2/2)

We chose the destination, or I did better her choose to her. In a paesino to about twenty kilometers there would have been a small party that evening, with stands full of trifles, music, good food and happy people.

We immediately started there toward the destination and in mezz'ora we were there.

The evening procedette in the best of the ways. We joked, we laughed, we told us some our lives, even if obviously I could not reveal so many anecdotes. We were two happy boys that we rubbed of everything and of everybody.

You were sociable, amusing, happy, intelligent. I would never have thought about being able to find all those characteristics in an only woman.

Until then the girls that I had met me they were separated in three categories: - Ugly and intelligent - Stupendous and stupid as hens - Ugly and stupid at the same time The nice and intelligent category seemed an utopia, a legendary figure, a something that you could see only to the cinema.

And I had really there instead in front of me one of it.

They started to pa.s.s me for the head you estrange thoughts, I became me account that I desired more her every second. Its charm bewitched me as the song of a siren, I didn't succeed in withstanding her anymore and I knew that if I/you was let me escape that opportunity that the sky was giving me, I would probably have regretted him for very, a lot of time.

It was not easy however as with the others. In my mind they started to weave one on the other all the techniques of approach that I knew, the whole effect sentences that I could conceive, all the gestures, the movements, the trucchettis that I would have been able to try with her to try to conquer her and every time I told me that you/he/she would not have gone, that would not have worked with her and even I would have made a bad impression and I would also have gambled away that that could be my only opportunity.

There was middle something more of the simple sweep with a girl, our friends.h.i.+p there was middle.

I reasoned as a fighetta!

The evening turned at the end. Too soon for my tastes.

I had not succeeded in concluding nothing, but however we had pa.s.sed a beautiful evening. I accompanied again her to house. While I was driving I thought”: Ok, has the last opportunity, you have to kiss her/it under the front door of his/her house”, after all it worked in the most greater part of the films.

I was a.s.sembled only on that, it was my objective number one.

We arrived under his/her house. Its front door leaned out on a narrow lane in which you/he/she could pa.s.s only one car at a time, and the providence wanted that really at that time another car behind of me it took that street, therefore I would not have been able to stop me in front of its front door and to make to go down her/it greeting her/it from the car.

I turned to the first intersection, I left the car in the first free parking lot and I intended me to accompany her/it to the front door.

All seemed to spin smooth!

To each footstep that we did for reaching the front door my heart beat faster. I knew that we were approaching there to the point of the I don't return where I would have had to do something, and I became more and more shaken.

We reached the front door.

Ok, has arrived she exclaimed.

Already, ended evening I answered.

You/he/she has been really a big beautiful evening, me he/she wanted us really after this stressful period of study. Thanks endless for your company to for what you have done for me.

But imagine, have not made at all then granche. and however has also made pleasure to me, to lot! That is. it is not that The have invited only out you for you. The wants to say. in short. Thanks also to you of the beautiful evening.

I had stammered some, he/she was seen that I was some nervous. You mentioned a smile. Looked at there in the eyes, instants that seemed eternal, were that the correct moment, I felt him/it to me! It seemed done he/she waits for, one of that magic moments where you know that you can never fail. There, in silence, looked at there, one of forehead the other, our proximity was such to have already notched the sphere of intimacy of the other, and since she had not made any gesture to get further meant an only thing: desired that proximity how much me!

Ok, is the correct moment. I have to kiss her/it!

Now I let then you go. You will be tired, you/he/she has been one stressful period. You go home and you see to rest well you for!

But what cabbage was saying! Everything of a line gathered me the fear that something could go twisted, and those words automatically went out of my mouth as self-defence to take the distances.

Yes, you are right. I think that I will sleep at least ventiquattr'ore of spins! Shortly feel then there! Good night!

Its expression slightly seemed disappointed, or perhaps one impression of mine was alone.

Good night.

I turned me and I started to walk toward the car. Sky that coglione that was! Probably an occasion so you/he/she would not be occurred anymore. I cursed me to every footstep, bofonchiavo as a sclerotic old man and I accused me to be a loser, when to a line I felt a hand that from behind grabbed me for a shoulder, I turned me and in the turn of a fraction of according to I found me his/her lips against mine that granted me the most beautiful kiss that I have ever received!

Chapter 11.

The relations.h.i.+p with Giorgia went to swollen sails.

I had never been so much time with a girl, rather, perhaps in all of my life I had never been with a girl, s.e.x apart.

The first weeks were that that more beautiful it existed to the world, we had a good time, we were together, we made the love. The love! It was not as to sweep, it was something different, stronger, deep.

I was prepared to do for her anything, every time that I was able I brought her/it to eat in some nice restaurant, or in some romantic spot. Every day a surprise, was what I wanted for her.

They came me so so many ideas and the fact that we didn't see us every day because of the study left even more me time to think and to contrive again something to offer her.

Had departed in fourth grade, I was loaded!

You/he/she has perhaps been that my greater mistake.

I wanted to offer her world, I wanted that nothing never missed her, but I had not made case twos factors: the time and the money.

After sometime it was difficult to find new places more and more in which to bring her/it, to give her new emotions; more I went on, more to invent me new things I had to lift my searches to more expensive and exclusive places.

My finances were not boundless.

I studied, I had to maintain me and the time that I had available it allowed only me a small lavoretto part-time as waiter three evenings to week. Of certain the money that I earned hardly served to make to arrive at the end of the month to me. I had put aside some mite in the period in which I offered payment s.e.x, and they were not few, but of certain they were not endless, and plain pian my finances were made more and more miserable.

I didn't succeed in proposing anymore you post her new, she said that her didn't care, that was enough her to be with me, but for me it counted a lot instead.

We came to allow not only us a cenetta in a very expensive ristorantino week, then, later not very, also that was starting to become excessive.

It was my first true love story, and I wanted to live at the most her.

I needed money.

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