I was standing on the crowded main car park to one side of the main college building. Both rear doors and hatch open, me struggling to figure how to cram everything in for a single journey.
Students were walking across the car park to their cars. Some to eat lunch, others to drive into town.
Then out of the blue, Simone Andretti swung her battered green and cream 60’s VW camper van into the adjoining parking bay, sliding it to a halt, all wheels locked, in her usual carefree way.
She waved a hand as she undid her seat belt and got out, leaving the door wide open.
She looked really pleased to see me.
Simmi bounced across to me, looking vivacious in her figure hugging black leggings, short black skirt, expensive black pixie boots and figure-hugging blue sleeveless `T` shirt with an ‘Italia’ logo. A vision in black and blue.
“Ciao Jacko Bello. Need a hand?” she said, leaning on the roof and peering into the car.
I just stood and smiled at her sheer joy of living and boundless energy.
She looked first at the pile of equipment on the ground then at the tangle of lights and stands already squashed into the back of the car.
“mai andare per adattarsi!” Never goin to fit she declared, slapping a hand on the car roof decisively.
“It’s a no brainer. I’ll take it for you in the van,” she said breezily. Then walked over to me, put one hand on my arm and offered her cheeks for me to kiss.
“Hey Simmi,” I said, “Thanks, but I’m only taking it home.”
“Nessun problema, we can drop it off over lunch?” Nothing was ever a problem for Simone.
As I kissed her warm cheeks, the sun caught her big curly hair and she seemed charged with electrical energy, bursting full of life. It felt so good to be close to her again.
As on many occasions previously, my eyes were drawn to her magnetic smile and perfect white teeth.
But that was probably the first time I had really studied her face close up.
A small mole on her left temple, fine dark hairs on her top lip, slight mottling on her skin.
Her nose had a small bump on the bridge, as if she might have injured it as a child, and there was a tiny scar, barely perceptible, high on her forehead.
Her eyebrows were thick and dark and had begun to bridge together. Her eyes were deep brown, making it difficult to make out the iris.
It dawned on me I really didn’t know this woman at all.
Nevertheless, whether it was my smouldering anger, growing sexual confidence or the fool in my trousers, I impetuously put both arms around her, lifted her easily from the ground and kissed her on her delightful wide mouth.
As her breasts crushed against my chest a throbbing hard-on began to ache in my pants.
My hand slid up underneath her `T` shirt onto the soft skin of her lower back. Her muscles felt firm and toned.
In response Simone threw her arms tight around my neck and, with the ease of a gymnast, wrapped her legs tightly around my waist,locking them together with her feet.
The crotch of her jeans pressed down hard on my bulging erection.
On feeling my reaction to her touch she purred contentedly and slid her tongue into my mouth. She tasted of mint chewing gum and cola drink.