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there,
which he was making harder by the second. He was drying his
glorious body now, running the towel over what I wanted to kiss and
touch. After he was finished, he spread out his towel on the ground
then turned to look at the lake, giving me a view of his ass. One
of his hands moved around to wipe something off it, making me wish
it was my hand doing it for him—or maybe smacking it, like he had
done to mine.
    He sat down on the blanket, while ugly
Alberto continued swimming in the lake, probably because he had
another hard-on. I sniggered, wondering whether he had the same
problem as my math teacher.
    I sat down too, wishing I could be his
girlfriend instead of Jagger’s. I screwed up my face, guilt hitting
me once more, because, again, Jagger was a sweetheart. He wanted to
be with me, unlike Frano, who had told me to go away. Plus, Jagger
was nice to talk to and had the most stunning face, which I could
just stare at for hours. Still, he always looked so unhappy,
especially when he thought no one was looking. It made me want to
cheer him up.
    I pushed to my feet, knowing I needed
to see him instead of gawking at his cousin. It wasn’t as though I
could ever date a guy like Frano anyway. Sure, I had caught him
checking me out, but he also told me to go away, and I would never
do that to someone I was interested in. I frowned, wishing he would
see me as a woman and not a girl, like that lady with the ringlets
in her hair. I’d seen her leave his house earlier when I’d gone up to
knock on the door. She had asked me who I was. I’d told her I was
Jagger’s girlfriend, and that patronizing bitch patted me on the
head as though I was a poodle, telling me she was Frano’s fiancée.
I hated her—although I’d give anything to be her. I wondered
whether she’d had sex with Frano. I’d kissed boys, even let one
suck on my breasts once, but I’d never had sex.
    I sighed, beyond jealous. I turned and
headed through the trees, my mind working out what excuse I could
use to explain why I wasn’t at my English lesson.
    “ I was watching Frano D’Angelo
skinny dip,” I whispered.
    I could imagine what Mom would
say to that! I’d get a strapping . Though, I was definitely going to tell
my friends. They would be so jealous.
    A twig broke, making me freeze.
I twisted my head in all directions to see where it had come from,
but I couldn’t see anything or anyone. Maybe it was just an animal.
Please let it be an animal, and not some creepy-looking guy with a chainsaw
about to massacre me like in that film I saw the other
night.
    Another twig broke, the sound of
walking coming my way. I quickly bolted behind a tree, praying that
I hadn’t been caught. I peered out, my eyes widening as Padre Michael Donatelli
appeared. Oh crap, if the priest saw Frano naked, he would get into
so much trouble. I watched the gray-haired priest head towards the
lake, then stop a few paces from where I’d spied on Frano. He
looked out onto the lake, no doubt seeing Frano and possibly
Alberto. I hoped Frano had put his shorts back on. An instant
later, the thought vanished from my mind as the priest lifted his
black garb. My mouth fell open, hitting the ground as he pulled out
his dick. He started masturbating, his hand moving up and down the
shaft. I didn’t know how long he did it for, but he eventually
stopped after cum shot out of it. He dropped his robe, turning to
leave. A bird skittered across the ground to the side of me,
catching the Padre’s attention. I went perfectly still, almost not breathing as
his gaze moved to the bird.
    He frowned, then headed off. I waited
until he’d left before emerging from behind the tree. I walked over
to what he’d been looking at, wondering whether Frano and Alberto
had left and some women were there, but no, Frano was still there.
He was standing and looking out over the lake, his ass still naked.
I watched him for a few more minutes, willing him to turn around so
I could see his cock again, but