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Authors: Ava May
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Medical, Adult, Rebellion, Short-Story, Erotic, Parents, Emotional, Summer, doctor, BBW, Forbidden, feelings, cabin, older man, taboo, Family & Friendship, neglect, tease, younger woman, tension, Resented, Plotted, Not Planned
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did not have time. She heard the sound of a car horn in front of her house, pushed her plate away and hurried to the front door.
Her mother followed close behind her. Emma grabbed her bags as she opened the front door and saw her cab waiting for her. She quickly made her way to the cab, placed her bags in the trunk and turned to look at her mother. She could tell that it was all her mother could do to not break down crying and although she felt bad Emma gave her a quick hug and jumped into the cab.
As the cab driver drove off Emma refused to look back at her mother. She knew that if she let her emotions get the best of her, she would tell the driver to turn the cab around and take her back home. She was already wondering if she had made the right decision and feeling bad for leaving her parents for a year.
She told herself that they would have to get used to her being gone anyway because she would be going to college the next year. Her parents would have to get used to her not being at home with them.
After about 15 minutes into the ride Emma sat back in the seat and began to relax. She imagined a place where she would finally be happy, a place where she could choose to be anyone.
Before Emma knew it, they were pulling up to the airport. As soon as the cab stop, she paid the driver, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and headed into the airport. From there everything was a blur until Emma was sitting comfortably on the airplane.
Her journey was going to begin in Italy and she could not have been more excited. Not only did she love the Italian culture, she had a bit of a thing for the men. When she was younger, she used to sit and dream about the man she would marry. She imagined him to be Italian, dark hair and eyes, a beautiful man. Emma could not wait to see what opportunities Italy had for her.
Of course she could not wait to see popular attractions such as Vatican City, The Colosseum, The Sun Palace and The Eiffel Tower, but she was more excited about being away from her parents in a place where no one could control her.
Although her flight seemed as it would never end the plane finally landed. Emma quickly exited the plane, found her luggage and headed out of the airport. It had taken 7 and a half hours for her to get to Italy and she was glad that she had booked a cheap hotel for the night. She was glad that she was finally in Italy, but she was not ready to stay in a room with a bunch of strangers.
Emma checked into her hotel and decided to change her clothes. She had been wearing sweats and a t-shirt on her flight, she was hungry and did not want to go out anywhere in Italy looking the way she did.
She carefully did her makeup and made sure that her hair looked perfect. She slipped into a short black dress and black flats then headed out the door.
She did not have to go far before finding a cute little restaurant. She sat in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant and watched as more people entered. There were men and women from all around the world, smiling, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It was not until then that Emma really understood how lonely she was.
As she scanned her menu she thought about how she had never gotten to go on a date and how different her life would be if she had a boyfriend. She wondered if she would even be in Italy or maybe she wouldn’t be alone.
Emma wondered what it would be like to have a man’s arms around her and to be held close to his chest. What it would feel like to have a man kiss her and caress her body.
The waitress walked up interrupting Emma’s thoughts and she quickly ordered her meal. Just as the waitress was walking away Emma’s cell phone beeped. It was a text message from her mother stating that she had deposited extra money into Emma’s bank account so that she could stay at a real hotel instead of at hostels.
Emma smiled at her phone as she thought of her mother frantically pacing around the house, imagining that Emma was taking part
Her mother followed close behind her. Emma grabbed her bags as she opened the front door and saw her cab waiting for her. She quickly made her way to the cab, placed her bags in the trunk and turned to look at her mother. She could tell that it was all her mother could do to not break down crying and although she felt bad Emma gave her a quick hug and jumped into the cab.
As the cab driver drove off Emma refused to look back at her mother. She knew that if she let her emotions get the best of her, she would tell the driver to turn the cab around and take her back home. She was already wondering if she had made the right decision and feeling bad for leaving her parents for a year.
She told herself that they would have to get used to her being gone anyway because she would be going to college the next year. Her parents would have to get used to her not being at home with them.
After about 15 minutes into the ride Emma sat back in the seat and began to relax. She imagined a place where she would finally be happy, a place where she could choose to be anyone.
Before Emma knew it, they were pulling up to the airport. As soon as the cab stop, she paid the driver, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and headed into the airport. From there everything was a blur until Emma was sitting comfortably on the airplane.
Her journey was going to begin in Italy and she could not have been more excited. Not only did she love the Italian culture, she had a bit of a thing for the men. When she was younger, she used to sit and dream about the man she would marry. She imagined him to be Italian, dark hair and eyes, a beautiful man. Emma could not wait to see what opportunities Italy had for her.
Of course she could not wait to see popular attractions such as Vatican City, The Colosseum, The Sun Palace and The Eiffel Tower, but she was more excited about being away from her parents in a place where no one could control her.
Although her flight seemed as it would never end the plane finally landed. Emma quickly exited the plane, found her luggage and headed out of the airport. It had taken 7 and a half hours for her to get to Italy and she was glad that she had booked a cheap hotel for the night. She was glad that she was finally in Italy, but she was not ready to stay in a room with a bunch of strangers.
Emma checked into her hotel and decided to change her clothes. She had been wearing sweats and a t-shirt on her flight, she was hungry and did not want to go out anywhere in Italy looking the way she did.
She carefully did her makeup and made sure that her hair looked perfect. She slipped into a short black dress and black flats then headed out the door.
She did not have to go far before finding a cute little restaurant. She sat in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant and watched as more people entered. There were men and women from all around the world, smiling, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It was not until then that Emma really understood how lonely she was.
As she scanned her menu she thought about how she had never gotten to go on a date and how different her life would be if she had a boyfriend. She wondered if she would even be in Italy or maybe she wouldn’t be alone.
Emma wondered what it would be like to have a man’s arms around her and to be held close to his chest. What it would feel like to have a man kiss her and caress her body.
The waitress walked up interrupting Emma’s thoughts and she quickly ordered her meal. Just as the waitress was walking away Emma’s cell phone beeped. It was a text message from her mother stating that she had deposited extra money into Emma’s bank account so that she could stay at a real hotel instead of at hostels.
Emma smiled at her phone as she thought of her mother frantically pacing around the house, imagining that Emma was taking part
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