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Right from the Start Chapter Ten - By: Beverly Taff
Chapter Ten
Dorie Lou was an expert at planning touring campaigns. During the cool of
the morning the pair toured the external sites then, as the noonday sun
climbed the sky, they visited the high vaulted museums to savour the
cooler indoor galleries. In the heat of the early afternoon, the girls
retreated to a caf? and savoured some ice-cold sorbets. They sat inside
though, not for them the eviscerating heat of the pavement caf?'s. That
pleasure would be in the cool of the Mediterranean evening. As they
sipped their sorbets, Dorie Lou rubbed Simone's leg with her knee.
"Don't turn now but we're being checked over."
"By whom?" whispered Simone as she discretely checked out a darkened
reflection in a glass partition at the back of the caf?.
"The eye candy, from the hotel, that gay couple."
Simone studied the pair in the reflection then cringed as she realised
the gay pair had spotted her tactic. One of the pair gave a discreet
little wave and smiled through the reflection.
"Shit. They've clocked me," cursed Simone.
"Ignore them. They'll get the message," replied Dorie Lou, "Anyway, you
said they're gay. Why would they be interested in us?"
"I don't know. They seem to be gay. Well I thought so. They were all over
each other like a rash in that back cubicle of the hotel bar last night."
"Well they're definitely interested in us," cautioned Dorie Lou. "Dammit!
They're coming over."
Simone grimaced wearily. Both she and Dorie Lou had long since wearied of
boys trying to 'click'. It was nice to be appreciated but the constant
attention could sometimes become very tiresome. Dorie Lou and Simone
always strived to put any interested boys down gently. As the boys
arrived they smiled invitingly and introduced themselves.
"S'cuse me. Are you the two young ladies in the Hotel De Vecchio?"
"Which two ladies would that be?" riposted Dorie Lou as she studied their
medium height slender, willowy frames.
"We noticed you in the hotel restaurant earlier this morning, by the
corner window," added the second boy.
"Yes that would be us," replied Simone doing her best not to encourage
them.
"May we join you at this table?" pressed the first boy.
"Eehmm, we'd rather be alone. It's not safe for ladies to talk to strange
men," replied Dorie Lou.
The boy's smiles faded momentarily but they were not to be defeated by
the first hurdle.
'Feint heart and all that,' thought Toni as she introduced herself and
her companion. 'So far,' she thought, 'so good. The American girls had
not realised they were not boys.'
"My Name's Tony and this is Paula. Surely it is safe for everybody here
in the caf?. Would you like more sorbets?"
Dorie Lou exchanged a cautious glance with Simone then licked her lip
thoughtfully. This was there secret sign when either wanted the other's
opinion. Simone replied by compressing her lips as though checking
her lipstick. This was a sign that she didn't feel endangered. Neither
girl could see any danger whilst sat in full view in the caf?. The
chances of the caf? being some sort of trap were impossible odds. The
girls had chosen the caf? randomly out of dozens in the city centre, and
besides, the boys had already been there when they arrived so there was
no probability that they had followed the girls into the caf?. Neither
Dorie Lou nor Simone could see any danger. Dorie Lou took Simone's cue
"Alright then, yes, we'd love to have another sorbet each. You can draw
up some chairs if you want."
Instead, Tony signaled to the waiter and requested that two more chairs
be added. This was done promptly and the drinks arrived with equal
alacrity. Simone noted that the waiter brought the drinks so it was
unlikely the drinks were spiked. She promptly took her drink and made
sure that Dorie Lou's was put close to her elbow so that no 'Mickey
Finns' could be slipped into the glasses. Paula sat first as Tony took
both boy's stylish jackets and hung them close by, away from the gangway.
Simone glanced at the thick shirts and wondered why the boys wore jackets
and thick shirts in such heat. The boys however, seemed quite fresh and
cool so she presumed they were used to the Italian climate. They also
wore a pleasant refreshing antiperspirant and that endeared them to the
girls.
"You spoke Italian to the waiter. Which part of Italy are you from?"
asked Dorie Lou.
"We're from Milan," replied Tony.
"You speak good English."
"Thank you. We are here on business, combined with pleasure."
"What business is that?"
"Clothing; fashions and design. we're looking for ideas," replied Paula.
"Oh, that figures, Milan; well of course, - yes," agreed Simone.
"Are you here in Florence for long?" asked Tony.
"A month, in Italy altogether, here first then Venice and finally Rome."
"Oh that's lovely. You must love Italy," smiled Tony
"We love art," countered Dorie Lou.
"That's the same thing, well, - it is in Italy. Italy is art, art is
Italy."
Simone nodded and smiled. She couldn't disagree.
"What are you doing tonight?" pressed Tony.
"Sleeping," replied Dorie Lou, determined to avert any unwarranted
circumstances or developments.
"Oh Surely not!" protested Tony. "Florence has masses to offer at night."
Dorie Lou and Simone exchanged further knowing glances. They were all too
aware of what dangerous situations that expeditions into alternative
lifestyle clubs could occasionally incur. It was usually wise for girls
to visit such places with trusted friends, especially for first time
visits. Anyway, it was still only their second day proper in Florence and
they were still suffering from the feint echoes of jet lag. Tactfully,
Dorie Lou explained that they were still tired and that after finishing
their afternoon visit to the Uffizi Museum they intended to spend the
early evening resting in the hotel.
"Then we shall meet you in the foyer perhaps," suggested Paula.
The girls were touched by the solicitude of the boys and smiled
graciously. They nodded agreeably for little could happen in the safety
of the hotel. After sharing several sorbets and some excellent pastries,
the boys reluctantly departed. They had booked a tour and time was
pressing.
As they left, Simone studied their butts and frowned thoughtfully. 'The
boys were nice but there was something not quite right.' 'Yes, they were
very effeminate, moderately tall and slender, but then, 'many gays were
like that' she thought; 'their walk though, was peculiarly smooth and
sensuous.' She turned to Dorie Lou who was finishing the last of her
sorbet.
"There's something about those two, you know."
"What?" asked Dorie Lou as she turned to look.
"You've missed them now. It's something about their walk. They've got the
woman thing down to a 'tee', and their butts; well I don't know."
"Gays often do darling," grinned Dorie Lou patronizingly, "Especially
effeminate gays. They were pretty though. Don't you think?"
"No," replied Simone a little testily, "It's a bit more than that. It was
almost, - well almost, - like it was natural."
"I think you're getting paranoid darling. I should think it is natural
for gays darling; that's why they're gays. Anyway, why should we worry?
If in doubt, keep them out. We'll check them out in the hotel, if they
show up."
"Mmm," replied Simone absently.
The girls finished the sorbets and left because the gay boys had already
paid the bill. The waiter smiled and waved goodbye as they emerged into
the still hot sun. Both girls squinted as they accustomed themselves to
the light.
"Ouch!" squeaked Simone, "That sun's still bright. No wonder there was so
much art around here. Artists are right about the Mediterranean light."
"Quit complaining husband. Onwards and upwards, Uffizi here we come. They
say the best time to see the stuff we want is now, when the sun is in the
South West."
Simone studied the map and pointed boldly towards the centre of the city.
A short walk led them along the narrow streets and brought them to the
entrance of the Uffizi museum.
By six o'clock the girls were all 'museumed out'. They took a gharry back
to the hotel, undressed then Dorie Lou spread out naked on the bed.
"I'm whacked, so much Italy and so little time!" sighed Dorie Lou.
Simone savoured the ripe curves of her naked wife and slid onto the bed
beside her. She stroked Dorie Lou's hair and grimaced.
"Phew, I wish Italians smoked less. Come on let's shower."
Dorie Lou sat up and rubbed her aching feet before joining Simone in the
shower cubicle. Eagerly, they lathered each other down and paid
particular attention to each other's hair. Soon the smell of tobacco
smoke was banished and they savoured the intimacy as each girl dried the
other's hair with alternate bouts of the blower and a broad toothed comb.
Both girls loved to comb and stroke each other's locks as they carefully
repaired any damage to the curls and waves of their soft silky tresses.
Simone gently separated Dorie Lou's golden glory as she ran her fingers
down the long golden hair.
"It's no wonder those Italian boys keep giving you such puppy dog looks.
This hair's beautiful."
"So's yours," replied Dorie Lou as she closed her eyes and leaned back
against Simone's breasts while her partner added the final touches. The
sensation of gentle fingers gliding softly through her hair and stroking
her scalp was one of the best she knew. She murmured contentedly as
Simone finally relinquished her duty.
"That's it. We're both done. Let's get dressed," declared Simone.
"Not just yet," sighed Dorie Lou, "Let's rest on the bed for a while."
"You know where that'll lead," protested Simone, "We'll end up all sticky
again and need another shower."
"No. Let's just savour the moment. We've got all evening," persisted
Dorie Lou.
Simone didn't need much persuading and they found themselves drawn again
inevitably to the huge double bed. Dorie Lou lay back and wiped her hand
across the pillow. This spread her long flowing hair across the pillow in
a classic sweeping curve of satiated abandon that all fashion
photographers sought of their models. For a brief moment, Simone looked
down adoringly then gently clambered onto the bed and crawled on her
hands and knees over Dorie Lou's inviting spread.
Dorie Lou watched Simone's breasts swaying invitingly and she pursed her
lips invitingly. Simone recognised the offer and paused her swinging
breasts above Dorie Lou's head as Dorie Lou gently kissed each sensitive
bud in turn. Immediately, Simone's nipples stiffened and she gasped
contentedly.
"Let's wait until tonight," croaked Simone huskily.
"Then just lie on top of me. Pretend you are taking me again."
Simone needed absolutely no encouragement and she gently lowered herself
onto Dorie Lou. Their tummies and breasts mashed warmly together and they
embraced contentedly as they rolled on their sides to face each other and
kiss passionately. For a brief moment, Simone wished her tiny boy-clitty
would sprout again but it remained stubbornly ensconced inside its little
hood and Simone had to be content with just hugging and embracing her
wife. They fell asleep and didn't wake until nine o'clock when the cool
of the evening sent a shiver through their naked bodies.
" Gosh! Look at the time," gasped Simone, "The hotel restaurant will be
closing at ten."
Both girls hurried into their dresses and rushed what little make up they
needed. Such was their natural beauty and colouring that their appearance
needed little enhancement. They chose matching styles of evening gowns
but in different colours thus they would easily have passed for twins. In
the lift they smiled knowingly as an older man and his wife joined them.
The wife glared at her husband for staring at the girls and allowing his
gaze to rest where men's gazes nearly always ended up.
'It was just so easy,' thought Simone as she fingered the locket in her
cleavage and exchanged glances with Dorie Lou who had read her thoughts.
Both couples were bound for the restaurant and the girls grinned as the
wife angrily steered her husband to the farthest table from the girls.
When she realised that the girls had chosen a discreet secretive cubicle
set well to the back of the restaurant, she relaxed and smiled at them.
By choosing an almost invisible table, the girls had made a clear
statement that they were not 'on the make'. The girls were behind the
husband and invisible to him. The offended wife had realised this and
relaxed as she gathered that this particular pair were no threat and had
no predatory 'intentions'.
Simone and Dorie Lou grinned to each other and chatted about the politics
and customs of Italian Restaurants after placing their orders. Then Dorie
Lou glanced over Simone's shoulder and frowned.
"Look-out, here come those two gays again. No! Don't turn and, - Oh my
God!!"
"What!!" hissed Simone impatiently.
"Heels! They're wearing heels! Both of them! Look!"
"You just told me not to look," giggled Simone, "make up your mind."
"Bugger what I just said, "Look! They're both wearing gold sandals!"
Simone twisted and gaped. The gays were standing, bold as you like, and
scanning the restaurant as they waited for the maitre-de to place them.
"My God! They look just like women!" squeaked Simone.
"I think, - I think they are women; except for the short hair," swallowed
Dorie Lou as she studied the stunning pair.
"I was right!" concluded Simone. "This afternoon; I thought there was
something about them. Oh yes, they're definitely girls. Look! Those
trouser suites show every curve. And what curves!"
"But this afternoon; - in the restaurant, - they looked like men,"
protested Dorie Lou.
"Well they aren't men now!" observed Simone, "Or they're wearing fabulous
corsets and falsies."
"That cleavage looks real to me," replied Dorie Lou as the 'gay couple'
chatted with the maitre-de.
After conversing briefly, the maitre-de approached their table.
"Excuse' madams, the two ladies wonder if they might join you. They say
you agreed to meet them here this evening."
Dorie Lou raised an inquisitive eyebrow towards Simone who smiled and
nodded. The maitre-de returned to the gays and while he chatted
briefly, Simone and Dorie Lou whispered to each other.
"Why did you allow them to join us?" asked Simone.
"It would be churlish not to after the caf? this afternoon. Besides, I'm
curious and they're very attractive."
"And stylish," added Simone as Tony and Paula approached.
When the couple approached the table, Simone stood up but Dorie Lou
remained seated. They were not sure what etiquette to adopt because they
weren't sure if the 'gays' considered themselves girls or boys. Tony and
Paula smiled graciously then stood aside briefly as the maitre-de had a
waiter rearrange the table settings. Dorie Lou and Simone had to briefly
relinquish their seats as the waiters busied themselves and fussed
solicitously. Simone was impressed at the casual efficiency of the
waiters while obviously totally ignoring any possible circumstances that
might have arisen by the obvious suggestions of homosexuality. As the
maitre-de re-seated them it was obvious that the hotel took everything in
its stride.
The other pleasant aspect was that the continental custom of greeting by
hugging and 'pecking' each other cheeks totally obviated any suggestion
of uncalled for intimacy. Simone savoured the close hugs and quickly
realised that whatever curves lay under Tony's stylish silky blouse were
very real and certainly her own. Simone also felt the back strap of a bra
under Tony's flimsy jacket and blouse. 'And it was working overtime to
support, Tony's beautiful breasts,' she surmised.
'How in heaven's name had Tony managed to hide those beauties?' wondered
Simone as she settled back in her seat.
As they sat down again the conversation froze for an embarrassed moment
for both Simone and Dorie Lou wanted to excuse their mistaken assumptions
of the afternoon. Tony quickly realised the cause of the impasse and
broke the ice with a smile.
"Yes, we are girls, really."
"But this afternoon, in the restaurant, - we, - we thought you were b-, -
boys,"
Tony and Paula smiled.
"We are not offended. We wanted to appear like boys. It prevents the
unwanted attention. When we are out together socially, we pretend to be
gay boys then we get less hassle. Tomorrow you will see us on business
we're going to look at some designs by a wonderful new student we met in
Milan. He lives here in Florence. Then we shall appear as women!"
announced Paula with a conviction that demonstrated her easy assimilation
of an Italian women's sense of style.
Simone considered their stunning good looks and concluded it was a
sensible ploy, for she and Dorie Lou had been pestered several times in
the less public places. 'Tony and Paula had obviously adopted a well-
tried and admirable tactic.' Dorie Lou was beginning to doubt if the
Italian girls were actually gay but her doubts were soon erased as she
noticed Tony and Paula rubbing knees affectionately under the table.
"You said you were in fashion," observed Simone; deciding to break the
impasse by changing the subject.
"Yes," replied Tony, "we are starting a small fashion house in Milan.
It's an old warehouse that my father owned. He was a cloth trader and
draper but he has retired. I have no brothers, so he was pleased when I
took over the business and we have branched out into fashion. We still
run the drapery business and my papa comes in once a week. He likes to
keep in touch with all his old friends so it's like a social thing for
him. He was disappointed about no sons but Mama died trying to give him a
son and he never got over it. Otherwise I would have had a younger
brother."
"Oh I'm so sorry," commiserated Dorie Lou.
"Oh it's no big deal. Papa brought me up alone and I'm his pet ewe lamb.
He is not stupid though. He knows I'm gay but he finds it hard to accept.
His biggest regret is that he'll have no grandsons."
Simone was a bit taken aback at the way Tony had opened up so freely with
her family background. She knew that she and Dorie Lou kept their private
affairs pretty well wrapped up.
'Obviously', she thought, 'Tony and Paula must have well and truly 'come
out'. Emboldened by Tony's openness, Simone asked Paula, "What of your
family?"
"Oh I come from a big family on a farm in the Po valley west of Milan."
As she replied, the entr?e's arrived and conversation flagged briefly.
The industrious clink of cutlery reflected all four girl's hunger. It had
been a busy day. The courses kept coming and it was nearly midnight
before the foursome retired to the bar. By that time they felt like old
friends.
"So how come you didn't become models?" asked Dorie Lou, you've both got
the looks and the height."
Tony pulled a little grimace and shrugged her shoulders.
"If you knew the fashion industry as well as we do, you'd understand."
"Mmmm. The casting couch," suggested Simone.
"Something like that and the other stuff, the drugs, the addiction, you
name it. It's better working at the other end. The design and cutting."
Dorie Lou nodded knowingly. She had plenty of experience of the cattiness
and infighting from her childhood days in 'Little Miss Pageants' and was
glad when her mother finally decided to pull out of the whole pageant
thing. Nevertheless, Dorie Lou was still a fashion aficionado and she was
interested in Tony and Paula's story. She glanced across at Simone and
motioned with her eyes to retire to their room. Simone grasped her
intentions and signaled inquisitively if Dorie Lou meant all four of
them. Dorie Lou nodded imperceptibly so Simone invited the lesbian pair.
"Would you like to come up to our suite? It's getting too public in here.
Tony and Paula had also noticed the several sets of predatory male eyes
debating whether to introduce themselves, so they agreed. Alcohol
emboldened men paying unwelcome attentions and inviting themselves to
join a private group of girls usually proved tiresome. The four girls
anticipated any potential problems by departing en-mass from the bar.
Nevertheless, they felt many disappointed eyes following them through the
foyer. As they entered the lift, Simone turned to the others.
"It was getting like a bloody cattle market in there."
They all nodded silently and Simone sensed the tension between them.
There was a definite sense of anticipation in the lift.
When they entered the hotel suite, the Italian girls immediately chose
the two armchairs. This left Simone on the settee, whilst Dorie Lou fixed
some drinks from the minibar. Everybody chose soft drinks and they soon
settled down to chatting.
Both Italian girls studied Simone and Dorie Lou curiously as the girls
cuddled each other on the settee. Dorie Lou broke the ice easily.
"So, your name, it's Toni not Tony?"
Toni nodded and Paula took Dorie Lou's question as a cue for more
intimate questions.
"S'cuse me," asked Paula, "but are you two gay?"
"It's a bit more complicated than that," replied Dorie Lou, who usually
took the lead in these inevitable inquiries.
"Oh, how much more complicated?" pressed Tony as her forehead wrinkled in
mild confusion."
"Well, one of us is not actually a girl," smiled Dorie Lou.
A deafening silence descended as Tony and Paula stared uncomprehendingly.
"How do you mean?" gasped Paula in a nervous whisper.
"I mean what I said," repeated Dorie Lou, "one of us is not a girl."
Simone felt a fricassee of excitement as she watched the two Italian
girls exchange intrigued glances as they surreptitiously squeezed their
thighs together. The movement would have been invisible to the unprepared
eye, but both Simone and Dorie Lou were hypersensitive to such reactions.
The rustle of satin trouser suites would have been barely audible to a
less aware observer but Dorie Lou and Simone were long accustomed to the
inevitable responses when they made such astonishing declarations.
They had remained quiet after Dorie Lou had dropped the bombshell. In the
absolute silence, Simone reckoned that she could almost have determined
what denier tights the girls were wearing under their satin trouser
suites simply by the sensuous hiss of material as the girls 'adjusted'
their composure and crossed their legs. The Italian girls had unwittingly
betrayed their arousal.
Dorie Lou exchanged another knowing glance with Simone and they both
frowned uncertainly. The Italian girl's tall and slender builds presaged
a pair of well-honed bodies.
Dorie Lou and Simone were quite petite by comparison and if things got
difficult, they might not be able to escape from any unwanted
developments. Paula seemed to sense Dorie Lou and Simone's
uncertainty so she smiled to break the tension.
"So, one of you is a boy, is that really true?"
Simone nodded and smiled back.
"Can you guess which one?"
Toni was studying them curiously then she stepped across to the settee
and peered closely.
"May I feel your faces?"
"By all means," offered Dorie Lou.
Toni reached down and gently fingered both 'girl's jaws and frowned.
"Neither of you shave."
"Not around there," smiled Simone.
Tony's eyes widened with pleasant surprise as she turned to Paula.
"Their faces are smooth and soft, just like ours!" Then she turned to the
girls. "Has the boy had a sex change, you know, surgery?"
"No," replied Dorie Lou, enjoying the game.
"Can you stand up?" asked Paula.
Dorie Lou and Simone rose elegantly and posed together effeminately as
Tony stood back and studied their curves.
"Mama Mia! I can't tell!"
By now, Paula had joined the examination and she reached out
inquisitively.
"Can I check?"
"Check What?" giggled Dorie Lou.
"Your, - your, - curves, - your bodies."
"It won't tell you anything. You couldn't tell even if we were naked
standing together."
"You are joking me!" gasped Tony as her English failed her for the first
time.
"Can we see?" begged Paula.
Simone and Dorie Lou exchanged more looks then challenged the Italian
girls.
"We will, if you will."
This was all the encouragement the lesbian couple needed. They nodded
enthusiastically and immediately reached for their trouser zips. Simone
felt a fricassee of uncertainty tingle down to her sex but before she
could express her fears, Dorie Lou was already unhooking the hidden
fastenings at the back of her evening gown.
Before she knew it, Simone felt her gown hanging loose as the bodice
opened to expose her slender back. Dorie Lou stroked it tenderly just
once then presented the back of her gown for Simone to release. By the
time both girls had their evening gowns free, the Italian pair had
stepped out of their trousers and removed their blouses.
Simone and Dorie Lou slipped their ball gowns over their heads then
emerged to see the Italians standing in their beautiful underwear. Both
Italians were wearing matching body shapers and tights and they looked
every inch like a pair of lingerie models. In contrast, Dorie Lou and
Simone had only their bras and light support satin panties under their
gowns but they looked equally attractive. The couples stood gazing at
each other as they each drank in the other's beauty. Naturally, Tony and
Paula's eyes strayed immediately to Simone and Dorie Lou's crotches as
they searched for the slightest hint of masculinity. Puzzled frowns
slowly settled on their faces.
"How do you hide it so well?" asked Tony as she bent inquisitively to
double-check both girls.
"Do you wear a cache or something?" added Paula as she and Toni knelt
down to bring their faces level with their crotches.
"Mm, mm, Nothing," replied Dorie Lou as she wagged her head and smiled.
"My God, how is it so?" gasped Tony as she looked up imploringly.
"Can I, - you know, - check with my fingers?"
"Oh I think that's a bit too far for a girl on her first date. Don't
you?" riposted Simone.
"You are teasing us!" protested Paula.
"You just sit and chill out for a while I fix some more drinks?"
suggested Dorie Lou.
Reluctantly the Italian girls stood up then resumed their comfortable
positions on the armchairs whilst Simone settled on the settee.
"Will you ever tell us?" begged the intrigued Paula.
"Well perhaps not tonight," replied Simone. "D'you think it's proper on a
first night? I thought Italian girls were respectable."
Toni and Paula exchanged smiles and squirmed self-consciously. Simone's
sensitive nose detected a delicate fragrance and she noticed both girls
compressing their thighs together again. She was about to say something
but Dorie Lou returned with the tray of assorted fruit juices.
They settled again and chatted amiably as the conversation invariably
drifted around to sexuality again. Dorie Lou and Simone's story
fascinated Toni and Paula and eventually their excitement began to betray
them. The fragrance grew stronger and Simone's eyes widened knowledgeably
as she noticed the slightest darkening in the crotch of the Italian's
body shapers. She surreptitiously pretended to kiss Dorie Lou's ear and
whispered one word ever so softly in her ear.
"Crotch."
Dorie Lou understood immediately but even as she turned to check Toni and
Paula's body-shapers, Simone gave a twitch of surprise and shuffled on
the settee. Simone had just felt her boy clitty give a little stir.
"Mm!" she squeaked with surprise as she felt her little boy-clitty probe
inquisitively into the front of her panties.
Dorie Lou widened her eyes in a pretence of curiosity but in truth she
already knew what was about to happen, for she had dosed Simone's fruit
juice. In fact, she had also dosed Toni and Paula's drinks with an even
stronger dose than Simone's! Hence the damp patches in the crotches of
Toni and Paula's body shapers.
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