Distribution: Flights.
Notes: This is for Brando, at long last.

Kat and Elia wanted to convince themselves that they were only in Rome for the World Cup but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the real reason why they were in Italy at all was for the men. Elia’s knowledge of the country was akin to that of a native but her appreciation of the hunky men was like that of any tourist with eyes for good looking men with good, tight bodies.
“Oh my God,” Kat said with another long sigh, “I think my head is going to explode!”
“Funny, I want something else to explode… a whipped cream missile for example…”
“That’s incredibly vile.”
“Please… you thought the exact same thing.”
“Yes but…”
“Why do you think we’re such good friends Kat? We’re a match for each other.”
“No offense but I’d rather be a match for any of these hunks… I mean, look at him,” Kat said, pointing to a God in a pair of tight jeans and an even tighter tee-shirt, “I would love nothing better than to get oiled up to wrestle with him… and let him pin me.”
Elia giggled and let Kat to a caffe, “Come on, let’s grab a bite to eat.”
“Sounds good to me… pizza?” she asked her friend.
Elia made a face as the two young women sat down. A waiter, who was far too handsome for Kat not to stare at, came over and took their order of… pizza. The delicious flatbread that Pizza Hut and Domino’s could only dream of recreating had become the girls’ preferred meal. They had it every day, twice a day, if not more, and the only exception was breakfast.
“Ok… think I could move here?” Kat asked Elia, “I can learn how to speak Italian and I think it would be just swell.”
“Oh, once you learn Italian, it’s a done deal!”
“My poor mother… one daughter in France, the other in Italy, we’re going to be disowned…”
“But look at what you could get in return…” Elia said, nodding over to the next table.
Kat turned around and took a good long look at the hunks Elia was talking about. The first one was too cute for his own good, full pouty lips and short hair in one of those new messy bedhead styles. His body was muscular without being bulgy and he wore a pair of blue jeans and a black tee-shirt that were fitted for his body. As for his companion, he made Kat salivate. Long black hair, a handsome face with straight patrician lines and eyes that spelled sin and trouble. And his body… she took a deep breath… he was wearing a somewhat loose white tee-shirt that hugged his upper chest like a lover’s hands and a pair of cargo pants that she had seen on other guys but had never loved before.
“Here,” Elia said with a chuckle, handing her friend a napkin, “you’re drooling.”
“Thanks.”
Kat grabbed the napkin, dabbed the corner of her mouth and dropped the square of linen on the ground, nodding at the hunks who were staring at them just as intently. Grinning broadly, they both leaned over, showing off their tight asses. When they got back up to hand Kat her dropped napkin, they found the table empty, except for the bills they’d left for their food and their waiter’s tip.

About a hundred yards away, Kat and Elia were laughing so hard, their sides hurt. They sat down on a stone bench and tried catching their breaths.
“You… you… oh my God… I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Did you or didn’t you want to see their asses?”
“Yes but…”
“Did I or didn’t I come through?”
“You came through… Good job!”
Still laughing, the girls got up and walked away from the stone bench, heading in the opposite direction from the caffe.

Kat was feeling it… she was moving her body along with the music, her eyes closed, not giving two damns about the people around her. This was the first time since the beginning of her trip that she didn’t care about the hunks around her or whether or not she was being noticed… well, being noticed was a given since she was wearing a short little leather skirt and had covered her chest with nothing more than a glittery scarf that was barely decent. She spun around on the dance floor, smiling to no one in particular.
Her smile soon turned to a frown when she felt a hand working on the knot holding up her top. She spun around quickly, her eyes flashing angrily.
“Hands off!”
“I owe you one, don’t I?”
Words flew out of the young woman’s mouth, as her jaw dropped again… it was the long-haired God from the caffe. His smile clearly told her that he wasn’t holding a grudge but he did seem to want some form of payback.
“Oh about this afternoon… I was shy?”
“You didn’t act shy…”
“All right, so I’m not shy… is that a crime?”
“No… a crime was leaving me and my friend all alone like that…”
“How can I make that up to you?” Kat asked, running her finger down his very muscular arm.
“I can think of ways.”

Elia watched Kat and one of the strangers from the caffe as they danced together on the dance floor. They looked like they were having a good time. Leaning over the railing surrounding the sunken dance floor, she tapped her toes to the music. Suddenly, a pair of arms braced themselves on either side of her body, a hard chest pressing itself against her back. She shuddered and closed her eyes, knowing exactly whose body she was feeling… she might not know his name but she knew him.
“That was a mean trick, leaving us like that.”
“But you found us so all is well.”
“All is far from being well you beautiful girl… I still don’t know what you thought about the view?”
“Oh, that view… it was so nice…”
“Nicer than Mariano?”
“Mariano? Oh, that’s your friend’s name… do you have a name?”
“How would you like to call me?”
Elia turned around and looked at her companion. She titled her head to the side, smiling at him, “Clarence.”
“You would call me Clarence?”
“Hmmm… or maybe… Hubert… no, Herbert would be so much better.”
“Clarence? Hubert? Herbert? I look like a Hubert?”
“No… you look extraordinary… larger-than-life… more handsome than it is legal… but if I were to name you… I don’t know… I wouldn’t be able to do it… so what is your name?”
“Brando.”
“Of course… you look like a movie star… it’s normal that you would have the name of a star as well.”
“Hmmm, do you want to kiss a star?”
“A little too soon, wouldn’t you say?”
“Ask your friend and Mariano… they have moved past that level…”
Elia’s eyes drifted back to the dance floor where Kat and Mariano were wrapped up in the most passionate embraces she’d ever seen.

In her mind, Kat felt Mariano’s hands on her back as he pushed her up against the wall, rubbing the bare skin of her back… she strained on the tip of her toes to kiss him, rubbing her body against his as her arousal mounted. He slid his mouth off hers and ran it down the column of her neck, making her purr in delight. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her, let out a scream of pleasure that wasn’t even heard over the pounding bass of the music.
“People,” said a familiar voice next to them, “please… don’t forget you’re in public.”
Blinking, Kat shook her head and pulled away from Mariano, whose name she still didn’t know, “Oh… um… I got a little carried away… my bad…”
“That’s because I’m such a good kisser,” her kissing partner said, wrapping a very proprietary arm around her bare waist.
“Uh… Elia, I have to go the bathroom, come with me?”
“I don’t trust the two of you to lose us in the crowd.”
Kat stuck her tongue out at Brando before grabbing Elia’s arm and dragging her away.
“Ok,” Elia said after her friend had pulled her into the relative safety of the bathroom, “what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Did I or didn’t I just make out with a guy I know nothing about expect the fact that he’s a fine piece of man?”
“Uh… remind me again of what’s wrong?”
“Oh, this is normal behavior as far as you’re concerned?”
“For us during our vacation, you bet it’s normal behavior.”
“I don’t know…” Kat said, making a face.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my God… he made you come, didn’t he?”
“Shut up!”
“Oh my God, he did! How?”
“That really is beside the point.”
“Excuse me but what else would be the point? The man’s kisses made you cum! That’s amazing news…”
“No, it’s not… don’t you remember RAW?”
“The wrestling show?”
“No, the Eddie Murphy movie… you know how he talks about how a man knows he owns a woman? When he makes her go whoooooooo?”
“Oh my God, Mariano made you go whoooooooo, didn’t he?”
Kat rolled her eyes and braced her hands against the bathroom sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Elia reached over, rubbing her friend’s back with her hand, “Relax honey, just go with it, they’re just vacation flings, no more…”
“Right,” Kat repeated, standing up straight, still looking a bit shaky but more confident, “vacation flings.”

It was very late into the night and Elia was lying on the couch in Brando’s beautiful seaside villa, watching La Vita è Bella on the big screen TV. Brando was coming back from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a bowl of cherries and two cups of herbal tea. She thanked him with a nod and her attention went back to the movie. He sat next to her, pulling her to him. She went without resisting, draping a hand over his chest. By the time the movie ended, she was dabbing happy tears from her eyes and he watched her, taking in her smile through the tears.
Brando didn’t wait and pressed his lips to hers for their first. It was a very soft kiss that stole the breath right out of her. She leaned into him, tightening her hands around his tight biceps. He pressed her back down on the couch, moving on top of her.

There was sand in her hair and other uncomfortable places and Kat didn’t care. Behind her, Mariano was pushing her toward Brando’s villa, pressing his hands against her ass. She wriggled her body into the palms of his hands, moving forward. When they got in, they walked in on the couple on the couch and when Kat saw how far Brando’s hand was up her friend’s skirt, she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Get out of here Kat,” Elia said, burying her face in Brando’s shoulder.
“Why? I’m getting an education here.”
“Get out or I kill you… I kill you dead.”
“Damn Brando, you got the feisty one.”
At that, Elia glared at Mariano and Kat, taking in her friend’s incredibly disheveled appearance and her bright smile, “What have you been up to?”
“Uh… Mariano was showing me the seaside.”
“It’s nighttime… the sky is dark, the sea is darker and your hair is full of sand.”
“We were watching the moon and the stars.”
“The moon isn’t out tonight… no stars out either.”
“Fine,” Mariano said, “While we were on the beach, I ate her pussy and made her come so hard she fell on the sand. You need any more details?”
Kat elbowed Mariano in the stomach and her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, “I think we need to go Elia.”
“Go?”
“Yes, go… back to our hotel.”
Elia made a face and rolled off the couch, heading for the door, “That might actually be a good idea.”
“Leave?” Mariano and Brando said, “Why?”
“We’re staying at the Hilton… pick us up at eleven, tomorrow morning? Room 234.”
“No, no, no, no, no… stay… we don’t have to do anything,” Mariano said, “we can just sleep together… we promise it won’t go any further.”
“Of course it won’t handsome,” Kat chuckled, “but let’s not take any chances… tomorrow morning at eleven.”
“Yes,” Elia said with a chuckle at the hunks’ discomfited faces, “tomorrow morning at eleven sounds perfect. And this time, you know exactly where to find us.”
Stuttering in shock, Brando and Mariano could only watch as Kat and Elia walked out. They stood there for a good five minutes, dumbfounded before going to their bedrooms to… satisfy their frustrated needs, by themselves.

Kat stood in front of the large mirror in her bedroom, holding a wispy little summer dress in front of her slip-covered body, “Eliaaaa!!! Come here!”
“What?” her friend asked, hurrying from her room, clad only in panties and a bra.
“This dress, yes or no?”
“I would say yes… with the slip of course… but no panties… a thong at the very worst.”
“I see you’re wearing panties…”
“True but I didn’t let my Italian lover eat me out on the beach.”
“And if Brando had tried, I’m sure you would not have turned him down.”
“True… I was thinking of going with the jeans capri and the white tank top, yes or no?”
“Most definitely, but ditch the bra… give him something to yearn for.”
“I like how you think.”
“So do I.”
The girls’ make up and hair was barely done when the door to their suite shook with the pounding. They giggled as Elia hurried over to the bathroom, shouting at Kat, “You open the door!”
“I’m not even dressed yet!”
“You’re more dressed than I am!”
“Elia!” Brando shouted from the other side of the door, “I prefer you less dressed!!!”
“Shhhh!” Kat said, throwing the door open after she’d pulled on a robe, “come in! And don’t be so loud.”
“You’re not dressed,” Mariano said, shoving Brando to the side and walking over to Kat, “Is this the plan for the day?”
Kat jumped out of the way of Mariano’s hands as they reached for the knot at her waist and grinned, “No! And you be good. Let me and Elia get changed and we’ll go out.”
“No, no… inside is good,” Mariano said, pushing Kat against the wall, “inside is very good.”
“Uh…”
“Shhhh,” he said, nodding toward her room, “your room is over there, yes?”
“Mariano, this isn’t…”
“Your room is over there,” he said again, “yes?”
“Yes…”
“Brando,” he said, scooping her up in his arms, “we are staying in today.”
Laughing, Brando watched Mariano carry Kat away and then walked over to the bathroom door and knocked on it.
“Elia?”
“I’ll be right out Brando.”
He walked over to her bed and sat on it, bouncing up and down on it. Smiling, he toed off his shoes and lay back against the headboard, smelling her shampoo in the pillows and her perfume against the sheets. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt but stopped when the bathroom door opened and out came Elia.
“Brando?” she called.
“Right here.”
Elia turned around and saw him sprawled out on her bed, getting more and more naked, “Uh, I thought we were going out.”
“Mariano and I decided we weren’t going out until we got what we wanted.”
“And what do you want?”
Brando smiled and crooked his finger at her, beckoning her forward. She walked over slowly until she was standing between his legs. She watched, breathless as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. His smile broadened and he pulled her mouth down to his for a long kiss. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her on top of him until she was straddling him. The pair of them fell back on the bed until her hair fell around their heads. Within seconds, her top was off and her bare breasts brushed against his smooth chest…
Moving smoothly, he flipped her on her back and towered above her, leaning back down to feast on her hardened nipples. He pulled them into his mouth and sucked on them while she ran her nails over his back, his name becoming a litany that flowed from her mouth. He thrust his crotch into hers, making her squeal with pleasure. Growling, Brando pulled her pants off, making short work of his.
“Thank you so much,” he said, eyeing her very brief lace thong. “Thank you so much for this.”
“It’s my pleasure. Unless you don’t do anything about it.”
Brando winked at Elia and before she could blink, he was between her legs, putting her legs over his shoulders as he feasted on her. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, all combined to send Elia further and further into a world of bliss, and all of it, through the very sheer layer of her thong. Her body shook and trembled as he feasted on her as if her body was the sweetest ambrosia.
“Oh… oh… more…” she begged, her head moving from side to side, her hair tangling about her face, “more Brando… please give me more.”
Brando chuckled to himself since in his mind, he was taking much more than he was giving. But then he looked up at her face and saw the pleasure he was giving her and he understood what she meant. Elia’s body went incredibly tense and she keened with pleasure as she came over and over again.
“Oh Brando,” she sighed, clawing at his shoulders.
Her desires clear, Brando moved along her body, her legs still high on his shoulders, entering her in one smooth move. Elia screamed louder and he kissed her into silence, absorbing her cries into his mouth. His hips moved at all speeds, fast and slow, fast then slow, driving her mad with pleasure.
Elia’s body moved with her lover’s as he filled her like she had never been before. She felt full with his huge member and tears slid out of her eyes at the pleasure. Ever the caring lover, he pressed his lips to her eyes, drinking tears from her eyes as he had just drunk the essence from of her core. Her arms went around his body, pressing him to her tightly, as if she was trying to make their bodies into one.
Together Elia and Brando flew into pleasure, breaking barriers, tearing down walls and reinventing bliss and paradise. She was the first one to surrender to feelings that were far too powerful for her to contain in her body. And watching her, watching pleasure being rewritten through her eyes, he couldn’t help but follow headlong after her. And yes, they both found bliss was attainable.

After kicking the door to Kat’s bedroom shut with his foot, Mariano strode over to the bed and dropped her on it, following her down. He quickly straddled her, making short work of her robe and staring down at her.
“You’ve played with Mariano long enough, yes?”
“Yes…”
“And now, Mariano is going to get exactly what he wants, yes?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Mariano asked, bending down to ravish her mouth. Finally, she was so weak from the kiss that when he pulled away from her, her mouth followed his up, her lips clinging to his, “is Mariano going to get exactly what he wants?”
“Yes…”
Mariano leaned over Kat and buried his face in her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. She returned the favor, latching on his earlobe, making her tongue swirl in and around it. He murmured all sorts of things in her ear before pulling away from her. He gazed down at her slip covered body, running his hands from her waist along her sides to the tops of her breasts. With an amazing softness, he delicately fingered the laced hems before curling his fingers into it and ripping it off her body. Impressed, Kat returned the favor by shredding his shirt, her mouth moving fast to lick one of his hardened nipples. She watched and smiled as Mariano’s body went tense with arousal and he pulled away from her.
Frowning, Kat got up on her elbows and stared at him, smiling when she saw how quickly he shed his pants before returning to her arms. But their placement wasn’t quick traditional, her head to his crotch and his to hers. He delighted her with his tongue and lips while his erection found a home in the depths of her throat. Their enjoyment was as reciprocal as their positioning on the bed and in their highly aroused states, they couldn’t last very long and Mariano made a show of his strength as he grabbed Kat’s body, flipped her on her stomach, proper side up, pressed his crotch into her ass and in he went, filling her pussy.
The young woman buried her face into the pillow and cried into it as he pushed in and out of her. He was hitting deep, making her toes curl in small orgasms that took more and more of her breath away. Kat rose from the bed, bringing her back in contact with his chest as his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her hands went around his body, cupping his very tight buttocks as she slid her body up and down along his, improving their enjoyment until he filled her body with his essence and she cried out a few seconds later, feeling full in a thousand different ways.

The rest of the week was an absolutely wild ride as far as Kat and Elia were concerned. Brando and Mariano’s incredible football connections gave them access to the top games, not to mention the finest clubs. And their nights were… absolutely wild. Many a morning did Kat and Elia wake up, finding their legs far too weak for them to be able to walk.
But unfortunately, the girls had unavoidable responsibilities back home in Toronto and their time in Italy with their handsome summer lovers was coming to an end.
“I think I made a mistake,” Kat told Elia as they packed their bags the day before leaving.
“A mistake? Did you forget something?”
“Not that kind of mistake… I mean more like… I shouldn’t have gotten this tied up with Mariano.”
“Kat…”
“Tell me you don’t get flutters when you think of Brando?”
“I do… but all four of us knew this was only a summer fling, didn’t we?”
“So this is it for you… it was just a summer fling and we just go back to Toronto and blank out the last ten days?”
“I didn’t say that but what can we do? Leave our lives and families and move here?”
Kat shrugged and went back to packing, trying to act completely unattached and unaffected. But suddenly, going home was something she dreaded instead of looking forward to it.

After a lively dinner, the quartet headed once more to a club and Kat hit the dance floor with a vengeance until Mariano had to drag her off it. She quickly rejoined Brando and Elia in their VIP box, hanging out of the railing, looking at the action below. Mariano came up behind her and she tensed, dancing away from him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… I just want to enjoy my last night in Italy.”
“Don’t you want to enjoy me too?”
“I always do,” she said, leaning into him, gently patting his cheek.
“Then, let’s go back to your hotel.”
“All right… Elia, we’re going to the hotel.”
“You all right?” she asked her friend, looking very concerned.
“Ask me again tomorrow,” Kat said cryptically before following Mariano out of the club.
“What was that about?” Brando asked Elia.
“I think Kat is falling for Mariano.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s making leaving very hard.”
“For you too?”
Elia nodded and nestled in his arms, taking a deep breath.

Kat was fast asleep when Mariano left her in the middle of the night. He padded over to the living room to pick up his scattered clothing when he saw Brando coming out of Elia’s room, carrying a small package of brightly colored clothes.
“You got them?” Mariano asked.
“Yeah, did you?”
“Of course.”
“What do you think they’ll say?”
“For now, I’d rather not think about it.”

“You don’t have any either, do you?” Kat asked Elia the following morning.
“No! I swear to God, I’m going to kill them!!!”
“Too violent,” Kat said. “But turnabout is soooo fairplay.”

Mariano and Brando’s plan was seriously backfiring and from the tightness inside their pants, it wasn’t a completely bad thing. The two women were coming back from the bathroom, their hips swaying, threatening to expose their cute asses, thanks to their ultra short skirts and their lack of underwear, stolen that very morning by Brando and Mariano.
“You feeling all right?” Kat asked Mariano as she dropped her body in his lap.
“Uh…”
“Brando looks a bit pale too,” Elia said, straddling his leg. “You okay baby?”
“Uh, could you move a little?” he asked.
With a nod to each other, Elia and Kat did move, humping Brando and Mariano’s legs, driving themselves to orgasm while the other two could do nothing but watch since the airport terminal was far too crowded for the usually bold Italians to act on it. But to add insult to injury, the girls managed to maintain a conversation all along.
Kat was the first one to relinquish any form of control in their little experience of vengeance. Her fingers tightened into Mariano’s shoulders and her eyes went wide and blurry with the wonder of orgasmic pleasure. Next to them, Brando had to resort to kissing to keep Elia quiet.

Goodbyes complete, Elia and Kat boarded the plane, frowning in confusion as the stewardess led them to the first class seats.
“Uh, but our tickets are in coach,” Elia said.
“We bumped you up,” the stewardess explained.
“Why?”
“Have a seat ladies, we’ll be taking off in ten minutes.”
“Uh, are we the only ones in this part of the plane?” Kat asked.
“As a matter of fact, you are.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Brando said, stepping out of the cockpit, “I love our privacy.”
Kat smiled at Elia and gave her a gentle shove toward Brando. She stepped back, watching them kiss, a tug at her heart. She turned around, hoping to see Mariano but he was nowhere to be seen. Brando pulled Elia to a seat on the other side of the plane and they disappeared, only their hushed voices reaching Kat’s ears.
“Champagne miss?” the stewardess asked, coming to stand next to her.
“Why not?”
Kat sipped on the champagne during take off, silently toasting her independent soul before slipping off her high heel shoes. Closing her eyes, she was on the verge of falling asleep when she felt a weight sinking into the seat next to hers.
“Took you long enough,” Kat said, turning to glare at Mariano.
“You knew I was here?”
“Well let’s just say that if you hadn’t been here, I would have flown back to Italy to give you a piece of my mind.”
“Ah… well, I didn’t want to leave you quite just yet.”
“Why?”
“Well, I had something to give you,” he said, presenting her with a small box.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Just open it…”
Kat opened the box and burst out laughing as she pulled a wispy thong from it.
“I thought you might need these.”
“Aw… thank you baby… by the way, what did you and Brando do with all of our panties?”
“We just prefer the two of you without panties.”
“Mmmm, but things are colder in Canada.”
“Is that so?”
“But you will keep me warm, right?”
“For as long as you stay with me, yet. But soon, you’ll have to go back home to Italy.”
“Maybe… but for now, enjoy…”
Mariano drew the privacy curtain around his and Kat’s seats and showed her just why he hadn’t wanted her to leave just yet.

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