17. Alyssa
Both papa and mama were born in very Catholic families, brought up as religious church people and they met in church.
Thus, I was born and brought up to be religious. Very religious. Yes, the ‘religious’ of going to church every Sunday, fellowships in people’s homes every other day and participating in church activities. Mama made sure that I was active.
When mama died, I stopped going to church because as we grew up, my brother and I, papa became busier and busier and the less he went to church.
Nowadays, he only goes during Easter and Christmas and maybe when he is going for confession.
My step mother isn’t a religious woman but she is the best. I wonder how she made my dad fall for her being strict as he is. Anyway, I’m glad they met and they are in love.
Mama and my little brother died in a car accident and papa and I remained and we became each other’s encouragement and family.
That was until papa started dating again. He told me that it was a woman who, like him, had lost her husband and also had a child. I was happy for him and I even encouraged him to marry her as soon as he could if he was truly in love.
Why? You ask.
Because papa was very strict with me since mama died. He would watch me like a hawk stalking chickens. I would never do anything without him knowing and I knew he needed a distraction.
When I started college, I met Pietro and we kicked it off as if we had known each other for years.
It was on a night out with my girls and we were bored and so, we went into this hookup club.
“Lysa, you need to be fucked. That’s why you are so stuck up!” One of the girls had said and they all agreed.
I wanted to tell them that I was ‘stuck up’ as they said because that’s how I had been brought up and not because I didn’t have sex. Papa was very strict with me and I he would have killed me if he found out that I had had sex while I was underage and so, I waited.
I didn’t date in high school as and neither did I go on any dates. Papa was always waiting for me at home for dinner and he made sure that no matter how busy he was, he would always come back for dinner and go out again once he was sure that I was in the house and he had installed security cameras all over. He said that they were for our security but deep down I knew that it was they were for monitoring me. Otherwise, why would he be the only one with access to them?
Anyway, that night in the night club was a day when papa had gone on a date with his new love and I told him that I was going for a sleepover to Jennifer’s and he agreed since he knew her and that’s how I found myself in a club.
They tried nudging me towards men who would look at us but I refused.
How would I approach a man and ask him for sex? Who does that? Isn’t sex supposed to be had when one hot married? I tried to argue but they gave me five minutes.
“If you don’t go and start making conversation with the next one we show you, I will take that microphone and announce that you are a virgin and you need to be laid,” Kylie has said and I gave her a side eye.
I was acting strong but I knew that Kylie could and would do it.
As I was stalling holding the glass with my soda in it, we heard someone speak behind us and we all turned.
We were seated at the tall bar stools and our mouths, all three of us, were agape when we saw the man who had spoken.
“Hello, belissima?” He was looking at me and I blushed.
Wow!
He was tall. Very tall. He was in a black jacket and blue jeans pants that hugged his strong thighs as if the material was made just for him and the jacket he was wearing did nothing to hide the biceps. His strong abdominal muscles were visible through the light white shirt he was wearing.
My virgin arse was on fire and I wanted him. I wanted to kiss those red lips that were fuller than of any other white man I knew.
“She’s good and yes, she will come with you,” Jeni said pushing me off my stool and the man helped me to the ground and then Kylie handed me my purse and since my brain had gone on a vacation since I laid my eyes on the man, my legs followed him.
He took me upstairs to a private booth where there was privacy and that’s when I realized that from there, he could clearly see everything that was happening on the ground floor where the man bar was.
“Have you eaten? I have just ordered some food. If you want, we can add something,” he said as he pressed a button on the table.
Within seconds, a waiter walked in and respectfully looked at the man.
“What do you want, Amore,” he asked me again and there was something about his Italian accent and the way he threw in Italian words into his speech.
“Just add me another soda,” I said and he shook his head.
“No, amore mio, you have to eat something,” he said and I sighed to psyche myself and then took the menu.
“This, this and this and please no chilli or spices on mine,” I showed the waiter what I needed and he took notes and walked out.
I thought it would be awkward but the man took the floor and steered the conversation.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Pietro Kart,” he said and offered me his hand.
“Alyssa,” I said and handed him my hand.
He took it by the fingers and brought it to his lips and blushed a kiss on the back of my fingers and I swear I felt a fire run through me.
Yes, I was a virgin and had never done it with anyone but I could tell what was happening to me. I wanted this man Pietro. If I was going to give my first time to anyone, it would be to him.
No regrets.