Rosa’s shorts, Alex thought, really were very short. Even though it was first thing in the Sicilian morning, the sunrise still just beginning to turn from orange to buttery yellow, it was warm. Rosa had let go of Alex’s hand and skipped ahead of her, twirling unselfconsciously as she left the Villa Giulia and made for the sea, and Alex laughed and watched her. Her eyes were drawn to Rosa’s legs, still strikingly pale in spite of the near-constant summer sun, glowing whitish in the half-light of the morning, and her mind was led to imagine the parts which were still covered by the denim. Alex had explored them with her tongue last night, in great detail and with careful attention, and it still filled her with a warm and steady glow of arousal to think about the plunging angles of Rosa’s hips, her carefully trimmed, caramel-blonde pubic hair, the mild, sticky smell of her.
She could still smell it on her fingers, she was sure, when she had woken up this morning, when it was still dark and she must only have been asleep for a few hours.
‘*Svegliati, piccola*,’ Rosa had said, kissing Alex behind her ear. Just like their [first night together](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hpaawh/la_scorsa_notte_ff/), a few days ago, they had slept with the doors to the balcony thrown wide open, and the reddish tones of the sunrise were beginning to creep into the room, with the distant sounds of seagulls. Alex sighed and tried to roll away, but Rosa grasped her more closely, kissing her again and moving down to the place, just at the base of the neck and above the collarbone, where she knew it would tickle. Alex had giggled and shrieked, rolled on top of Rosa and bitten her on the earlobe, and both of them were wide awake.
Alex had to admit, now, as she watched Rosa take off her straw hat, allow her blonde hair to billow in the wind and then replace it, that it had been worth it. The streets were mostly empty of cars; they had barely seen any other walkers either. And, as Rosa darted down a side street, holding out her hand to Alex as she caught up, the Mediterranean suddenly opened in front of them, bold and blue as far as she could see, all the way to the hazy peak of Monte Pellegrino to the north.
‘*Non è carino*?’
‘*Sì*,’ Alex said, and she pulled Rosa closer and kissed the high and prominent bone of her cheek.
They walked slowly, past a meagre scrap of beach, and onto a concrete jetty, lined on the ocean side with boulders, which jutted out into the bay. The sun was beginning to peek above the horizon, casting a line of hot light over the surface of the sea, but the breeze coming off the water was cool and it smelled of salt.
Rosa drew to a stop at the end of the jetty, trailing and then releasing Alex’s hand behind her, and she stood, uncharacteristically still, and looked out over the surface of the water. Alex settled behind her, slipped her hands around Rosa’s waist and settled her chin into the inner hollow of her shoulder and neck. The waves lapped a gentle to-and-fro against the stones beside them, the wind blew gently and then ceased, and between them Alex picked out the third rhythm of Rosa’s steady breathing, whooshing gently in her throat just millimetres from Alex’s ear.
She wondered what Rosa was thinking, but she didn’t want to break the peace. In a few days, she and Rosa had gone from looking shyly at each other across a table, to talking drunkenly and excitedly across each other in two languages at once, to whispering filth into each other’s ears even if it didn’t quite translate, and back to long and contemplative moments of silence, filled with warmth and unspoken affection, with none of the awkwardness it might once have had. Instead of saying anything, Alex watched Rosa’s chest rise and fall with her breathing, focusing on the pale and unblemished skin of her sternum, the light green fabric of her top tightening slightly across her breasts with each inhale.
Rosa laid her hands on top of Alex’s, which now lay flat against her stomach. As though she had caught Alex looking, Rosa now took firm hold of her hands, and guided them upward until they were resting on her breasts. Rosa wasn’t wearing a bra, and Alex cupped her breasts gently through the fabric of her shirt, feeling the modest weight of them, which didn’t quite fill her hands. She felt Rosa sigh deeply as her nipples hardened under the touch of her fingers; Alex circled them with her fingertips, pinched them very gently between her index and middle fingers, and visualised the way the soft and pale skin flushed darker as Rosa’s arousal heightened. She slipped her left hand into the top hem of Rosa’s shirt, taking Rosa’s warm, soft right breast into her hand, the nipple hard against the sensitive skin of Alex’s palm.
Alex ran her lips and nose along the slope of Rosa’s neck and shoulder; she hoped she would find some place, like Rosa had found on her, which tickled so much that she would start to giggle and writhe in Alex’s arms, but she didn’t. Rosa continued to look out over the surface of the water, but Alex felt her breathing catch occasionally in her throat, and saw that goosebumps were beginning to cover her arms.
Briefly remembering where they were, Alex cast a furtive look over her shoulder. While one or two cars were beginning to pass along the main road, their immediate surroundings remained quiet. The dusty, red-and-brown buildings of the city were beginning to glow terracotta red as the sunlight fell on them; back in the direction they were facing, the sun was now mostly in view. Alex pressed her face back into the hollow of Rosa’s neck, hiding with her from the sun under the brim of her hat, feeling some delicious and familiar tingles between her thighs at the scent of Rosa’s skin and hair, and the warm weight of her breasts in her hands.
Emboldened by the quiet which still surrounded them, Alex ran a hand down Rosa’s stomach, then began to unbutton her shorts. Rosa caught Alex’s hand for a moment, and threw an urgent look back over one shoulder just as Alex had, and then let it go.
Alex slid her hand into the damp space between Rosa’s shorts and the cotton of her panties, flattening her palm and fingers against the warm seashell curve of Rosa’s cunt, sucking and biting at her neck as she did. With the inside of the base knuckles of her forefingers, she kneaded circles into the top of Rosa’s slit, using just the slightest pressure. Rosa shifted her weight back into Alex’s arms with a low and vocal sigh.
Alex timed the soft and subtle movements of her hand to the rumbling of the waves, off in the distance. Moans began to filter into Rosa’s sighs, which then turned into a whimper, then a whine; she pulled greedily at Alex’s wrist, wordlessly begging her to touch her more, to take away the barrier of fabric between them.
Alex made her wait a little while longer. But soon her own hunger to feel Rosa’s bare skin against her fingers took over, and she slipped her hand into the waistband and down into the sweet hollow at the meeting of her thighs.
Rosa yelped and knitted her fingers into those of Alex’s other hand, now back to its position resting on her stomach. Alex drew slow and teasing upward loops with her fingers, slowing as she circled Rosa’s clit, then plunging them back down between her lips, teasing the soft and pliable entrance to her, then swooping upward again. She gradually added pressure and then took it away, hinting at a spot just to the left of Rosa’s clit with which she had become very familiar over the last few days. Rosa moaned quietly and started to bite the knuckles of her right hand.
‘*Ti piace cosi*?’ Alex asked, smiling because this was something Rosa always asked her. Do you like it like that?
‘Mm,’ Rosa said, since no words were necessary. Alex wouldn’t have asked unless she knew the answer already. The waves roared; the breeze was heavy in their ears, and the sound of traffic was beginning to build on the road some distance away from them. But their backs were to everything and everyone, with only the expanse of the Mediterranean stretching out in front of them as far as the Italian mainland, and Alex listened only to the catching inhales, the little high moans and whimpers issuing from Rosa, which built to deep, rattling breaths. Eventually, Alex felt more of Rosa’s weight settle into her arms, as Rosa’s slender legs turned weak and trembling underneath her.
Alex pulled Rosa to her again, folding her hands across her stomach. Rosa relaxed her head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and the two of them breathed in unison as minutes passed, the breeze lifting the warmth and the flush from their skin. Alex thought she could feel Rosa’s heart, beating rapidly in her chest.
Abruptly, Rosa turned to Alex and threw her arms around her neck. She kissed Alex deeply, her tongue warm and smooth and assertive, and playfully bit Alex’s lower lip.
Then she stepped back and, with a devilish smile, pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it on the grey concrete next to her.
‘Rosa!’ Alex said, looking frantically around them. ‘You can’t…’
She wasn’t sure, now that she thought about it, what Rosa couldn’t do. At any rate, Rosa wasn’t in the mood to be deterred. Laughing gleefully, she kicked off her sandals and then she turned, pulled down her already-unbuttoned shorts and underwear, and stepped out of them. She bent down to pick up the hat which she had knocked to the floor, and Alex stared helplessly at the alabaster curves of her ass. Then, placing the hat jauntily back on her head, Rosa took two quick steps and jumped off the jetty, the cold water of the Mediterranean opening loudly to take her in.
The hat surfaced first. Rosa followed afterward, laughing and throwing her hair out of her face. She tipped her head back into the water, and her nipples briefly broke the surface before being pulled again into the shimmers of blue and the gold light which danced on top of them.
‘*Guarda*,’ she called back to Alex, ‘*sono tutta bagnata*!’
Alex laughed. Playfully, she sucked her glistening index finger. Then, walking towards the water, she started to peel off her top.
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