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For years students from all over the world have been spending time in other countries to learn more about each others culture and learn how their lives are lived. Now a dream has been accomplished for one young teen. The large jumbo jet was gliding over the light blue seas heading to Italy where a young american teen was to experience how they live.

When the passengers were dispatched a young teenage girl shouldered her backpack that held simple items. Her steps were silent as she could feel some people were watching her closely. The raven haired girl stood there looking through the crowd to see cardboards up in the air with names. Some were in italian while others were oldly formed. Sighing as Jasmine looked away with the lights reflecting within her hazel eyes. Jasmine stood there in blue jeans that hugged tightly to the slight curve of her hips to show off her toned rump. Her tank top was red as she wore a white leather jacket over it. She had a tiny waist and perky breasts that was bound by her bra and tank top.

Still worn out from her flight as she ventured forward in her high heeled tan boots searching for her name among the many cardboard signs. There were times she was pushed by the bigger women and some rude men until she lost her balance and bumpped into one of the men who held the signs.

"I'm sorry..." She said as she blushed to see the sign he held was her name. Great first impression she left on the man she was going to be living with now.
 
"State attenta, ragazza!" Sandro couldn't step away fast enough, and the sign went flying over their heads as the little teen crashed into him. "Ma, che disastro!" He muttered as he held her. "stai bene?" He asked her if she was ok. Just then, crossing eyes, he realised he had literally bumped into his American!

Sandro was tall and slim (unlike many Italians) Yet he had a darker skin, with sort of olive tones that gave me a pretty mysterious aura. His eyes were brown, yet his smile was white and broad, honest. "Mah, excusato! Eh, Sorry!" He was wearing a black t-shirt, tight, showing off his abs. He wasn't muscular, but he was fit. He also wore a pair of jeans, a bit aged, and black trainers. He had some exquisitely crafted shades resting on his head, crowing a cascade of wavy brown hair.

He suddenly bent over, kissing her left cheek, then her right cheek, then her left cheek again!!!
 
Jasmine stood back up as locks of her black hair fell over her eyes. Standing back up straight as she tucked the fallen lock behind her ear as she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming over his form. The only people she saw that was in this kind of shape was soccer or for this side of the world football players. Blushing as she looked away from him and picked her backpack off the ground.

"It was my fault. I was bit clumsy." She said with a smile at him. This American teen wasn't the type to get pissed off to easily as she was relaxed and easy going. Though if she was pushed to far her personality tends to flip from the easy going sweet girl to a fighting little vixen.

Her attention was on the group around them but she was caught off guard as she noticed him bending over her quickly. Her slender hands went out to stop him when she realized he kissed her cheeks. Blushing at how naive she was at the moment she did take a step back from him. "So, I'm staying with you...Right?" She asked in a more calm tone that suggested she may have recovered from the event of falling into him. Her eyes trailed to his left to see the baggage claim area. Her smile brighten as she left SAndro standing there as she strolled over to the baggage claim. There she stood for five minutes before stopping one large bag and a smaller one. In one swift move she grabbed the two bags and slung them over her tiny frame to rest the straps over her shoulder. Unlike some of the girls in her class she did lift weights which helped in her favor.
 
The three kisses were, of course, the way all Italians greet each other when they first meet. He suddenly realised she might have been grossed out by his action. He let her be for now, letting her wait for the luggage as he texted his girlfriend. Or ex. Or something. He was a ladies' man, yet he didn't stay with one for too long. He was bored of Italian girls, really. All so classy and uptight. This American, though, seemed more... authentic, in a way. Yet younger than him. He wondered if she was underage!

"Hey, let me help!" Italian girls were girly by nature, and naturally, guys were the gentleman macho type. He almost yanked one of the bags from her. "Oh, but please. Let. Me. Help." He gave her that curious smile, one that showed much amusement at her continuous reactions. She looked so, so rare! A little gem, he thought.
 
For years she was the chunky girl who sat in the corner with her nose in the book but during the summer she worked had and lost alot of weight which brought out what her body should look like. So now she's been on both sides of the 'world'. The overweight and now the more fit side. The years she's been over looked she done everything for herself so when Sandro came out of nowhere and yanked her baggage from her, she was surprised.

At the ripe age of 17 she stood there before him with a newly formed figure that sent the boys at her home town cursing for teasing and over looking her. Jasmine smiled at him with her now free hand rubbing the back of her neck.

"Thank you...I'm Jasmine by the way." For as long as she can remembered she tried to be fake once to get some attention but realized she was miserible. So for years on out she remained true to herself and her friends. For not knowing what to do with her hands she placed them in her pockets. "I'm guessing I'm out of my element."
 
"Haha. Yes you are. And it's nice." He winked at her in a friendly way. He put the bag on his back, shouldering the bigger suitcase with surprising ease. He seemed thin, but he was pretty strong after all.

So she was 17! He was 23. Looking at her, a rush of "big brother" sentiment went through him. He'd take care of her in Italy. "But do not worry, bambina, I'll be your Italian brother, and will make sure nothing wrong happens to you." He patted her on the arm, and beckoned her over to follow him.

He led her to his car. It was a small, two-seats only sports car. Probably a famous Italian brand. "I worked a few summers to get this baby." He invited her in as he lodged her bags on the trunk. The insides were all in white, while the exterior was lightening blue. It was compact, but comfortable, somehow.

He lowered the shades onto his eyes. "So, bella, what do you feel like doing? Wanna rest at home after the flight? or you feel like going around Rome for a bit? Maybe to eat, or lie down in the park..?"
 
Jasmine looked at him with a curious look when he said Bambina. She knew very little...Ok no italian so she'd have to keep track of what he said an dlearn from his actions atleast. Though she laughed softly when he teased her about being her italian brother. So he's older than her? By how much? She wondered but snapped out of her thoughts when he walked on ahead of her.

Smirking to herself as she quickly caught up to him and fell into step behind him as she noticed some of the more built middle aged men were looking over at her. Jasmine got closer to Sandro and her eyes fell to the titled floor until they reached outside. The sun light blinded her to the point she had to stop for a second to hear a trunk being opened. Her eyes quickly adjusted with her watching him placing her bags in his small sports car.

She was speechless about the style the car was. The lines flowed together like the Statue of David. Smiling as she slipped into his car with her carry on bag between her legs to still be amazed by his car. "Wow...I know what I want after I'm down with my motorcycle." She said with a smile though she looked at him when he said Bella. "I was hoping to get some rest before you send me in circles around Rome."
 
Sandro looked at Jasmine and nodded softly. "Of course. I'll get you home. You can take a shower and sleep a siesta while I cook. You know that the best cooks in Italia are men, right?" He winked at her. They'd get along so well.

He drove with confidence. The traffic was incredibly chaotic. Nobody stopped at semaphores, people crossed the road in all sort of dangerous ways.... and the honking. And the yelling. And the cursing. Ah, Italy! And in the midst of it all, he just seemed so natural, like a fish in his pond. He seemed relaxed. "So Jasmine. How long will you stay over? As you know, you can stay as long as you want." They had come into contact through some roleplaying forums, actually. They had never done the sexual type, no,... but they had chatted for long hours, until, well, she had come over!

His flat was in the middle of town. It was a narrow pedestrian street, snaking long old yet beautiful buildings. He lived alone.

His flat, though, was amazing. He lived on a 6th floor, one of the tallest of the old city, and they could see most of the city's monuments from the ample balcony.

"Would you like to take a shower now?" He asked her.
 
Sh wasn't use to the city noise but she could adapt to it. It was still amazing she was able to be over here without a parent. Either way she was here and she was going to enjoy it. Leaning back in the car but looked over at him hearing his question. "I don't know how long I'll be staying here. I didn't think about it."

When they came to his flat she wasn't impressed by it yet. When they parked she grabbed her things from his trunk and followed him up to his place. There she slipped inside and put her things down. From where she stood she could see the monuments from his place. "Wow..."

Looking over at him as a shower did sound good to her. "That'd be nice but where do I put my stuff? Also where do I sleep?" Though she did catch a certain scent which told her alittle bit more about him. Sighing as she pulled her jacket off revealing the tank top. "Ummm I got a question for you Sandro..."
 
He smiled at her reaction once they were inside. "I've been working on this flat for the longest time. I crafted all that furniture. And the decoration." Actually, he was an artist. Kinda multi-talented. He also painted and wrote sometimes. He had his studio right there, in living room/lounge.

He led her to his room. "Actually.. there's only one room in my flat. But you'll be sleeping here, in my bed. It's wide enough to keep two." He looked at her, but then grinned. "Ah, I'm joking. I'll probably just sleep on the sofa... I haven't thought about it yet. But the bed is yours.

He smiled at her as she said that about the question. "Yes? What is it, piccola Americana?
 
She wrapped her arms under her breasts as she walked over to him. "I got a feeling you tend to have many women over here...Are you sure with me staying with you won't affect your lifestyle?" She asked him when she stopped about a few feet from him. Like him she was an artist but with glass work.

Her hazel eyes looked into his own her once green eyes turned in to gold before him. The color her eyes changed is something she couldn't control. The chats she remembered them having never went past if they had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Everything was so carefree and playful because of that she never thought of him having such a life style of having many women coming in and out of his home.

"To be honest Sandro I don't mind sharing a bed with you. I'm use to it with my friends back home." She informed him before she turned to head back out into the living room where her bags were.
 
He smiled softly at her, shaking his head. "Don't you ever worry about that. I'll find my way. I always do. And it's lovely of you to say that. For me the only noticeable change in my lifestyle now will be wearing clothes most of the day." He suddenly blushed, looking away. "--kinda made me feel lighter, more ready to create."

He became mesmerized suddenly at her eyes. She probably didn't notice since she turned away, but he stared at her for a while. "Woah," He said quietly.

Sandro showed her into the bathroom. "You can take baths here." And in fact, that was true: there was no way to take showers, as there was only a bathtube. At least it was very ample, big enough to fit two people! "Sorry the flat is pretty old, so the pipes haven't been installed yet properly. Sometime this summer I'll get it done."
 
True she didn't notoce him just staring at her and she didn't give it a second thought about him saying he'd be wearing clothes when he normally would wear nothing or boxers. After she brought her bags into his room she followed him to the bathroom to see it was a tub but she looked up at him when he mentioned about the pipes. Smirking as she touched his arm.

"I'm not worried about it. I'm not like the stero type Americans you've heard of." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as she left him standing there. She went to the small bag and knelt down to pull her soap and shampoo out. Her body was two different types: Honeysuckle with orange and cherry blossom. Though when she returned to where he stood she had a change of clothes in her arms which either looked to little to wear or she folded them tightly to look like there was barely any clothing.
 
"You go take a long, relaxing bath." He noticed the lack of fabric in her clothes. He wondered how she'd be covering her curvy figure in those, yet he said nothing.... he was eager to find out.

As she entered the bath, he started to put some pasta to boil. The room's temperature started to rise, and eventually, it seemed he had turned on the heating. He couldn't bear it anymore! He took his shirt off, throwing it over her things. He even stepped out of his tight jeans, leaving him just with his black tight boxers. "Ah.... much better." He'd just wear his stuff back once the meal was ready.

"Meal's ready! Pronto!" He said through the bath's door. But oh! She had left it partly ajar... He peeked in...
 
When he left to cook the meal she ran the hot water and as it ran she stripped from her clothes. Once the tub was filled ot where she wanted it she shut it off and disappeared below the surface. She did this act a few times as she rubbed her cherry blossom body wash over her form and washed her hair. Once that was done she soaked in the water for awhile. At this point she was falling to sleep but she heard him yell through the bathroom door. She took a deep breath as she sat up. The rim of the tub still concealed her form.

"Thanks!" She called out to him as she stood up and the water ran down her naked form. The droplets of water rolled over her perky breasts and down her tiny waist. She stood there as she twisted her hair to get the excess water out of it. With her moving within the bathroom she didn't notice he peeked in on her. It didn't take her long to dry off and slipped into a pair of short dark blue shorts and a black sports bra.

Jasmine shook her hair out as it curled in ringlets. She ran the towel through her hair as she stood there bent over but flipped her hair back when she stood back up. Soon she walked to the door softly humming.
 
He observed the whole process of her drying. "Mamma mia..." He muttered, as he finally turned back towards the table. He had grown a decently-sized hard-on under his boxers by just watching the sexy scene. He hurried to sit down, covering his shameful state with the table.

He was humming as well as she stepped outside, clothed in those minimal clothes. He looked at her, seemingly out of the corner of his eye, while he started to eat. "Hmmm... You'll like this. It's the house specialty. Home-made pasta with ricotta cheese and bacon, all sprinkled with a secret sauce of my own invention." He smiled softly at her.

He still kept a hand firmly lodged in his underpants, stroking himself slowly.
 
She looked over at him seeing he was sitting at the table an looked ot be sitting close to it. Shrugging it off as she walked over to him as the somewhat wet hair clung to her neck and one lock clung to her cheek. Silently she sat down across the table from him as she heard about what the dish was.

"Well, be one cherry you popped." She said teasingly to him as she dug a forkful into the dish and ate in silence. Though once in awhile she look out the open window to enjoy the sight. The warm air made her feel comfortable with what she was wearing at the moment since she was taking a chance on dressing like this in front of him.

She ate as much as she could and pushed the plate aside. "Wow...I don't think I could go back to american fast food ever again." HEr smile never faded as she got up from the table with her taking her dishes to the kitchen where she washed her glass out.
 
He couldn't help blushing up as he felt more and more excited. He was, after all, a bit of a pervert. If she only guessed what was the main ingredient in the secret sauce!

He forced himself to stop with the stroking, standing behind her as she washed her own dishes. "You're one damn well educated American. I like that." He sized her whole body tom to bottom, admiring her splendid figure. Her clothing left little to imagination. "You know, I wouldn't mind if you stayed longer... like a few months... As long as you want. I won't bring girls over if it bothers you." He winked at her, as he stood by her, brushing her hands in the sink as he washed his own dishes.
 
She didn't bother looking over her shoulder at him when he mentioned about her being educated. Running back through memory wondering when did she give off an idea like that. Shaking her head as she looked over to her side when he joined her but blushed when his hands brushed against her own. Realizing she was blushing she looked away from him.

"What makes you think I'm well educated? If you bring girls over here when I'm staying with you....Just clean the sheets and cover the smell of sex." She informed him when she finally looked over at him. The hem of her shorts came just to the curve of her ass to give off a shape to her form.

Slowly she pulled away from him as she dried her hands off and went out to the balconey. There she leaned on the railing looking out over the crowded city. Reaching up as she pushed her hair away from her face. After she was done she rested her chin in her hand and her finger tips touched her lips.
 
"Heh, okay. I will do that." He smiled at her, standing by her in the balcony. He stared silently down the city. He had had so many experiences down there... The city was a crazy place, yet from above, it all seemed to go according to some plan. It just made sense, somehow. He loved that city. Couldn't live anywhere else. He then turned to her, removing a lock of hair off her face. He said nothing, just looked quietly into her eyes. He was about to say something, but hesitated, and walked away.

"I'll wash the sheets now then, since they still smell a bit from last night. And my clothes too. You'll feel like at home here!"

He prepared the washing machine, stuffing in everything that he had been using last days. He finally stood there, wearing just his boxers still, and small hollow in the big pile of clothing. He pulled his underwear off, threw it inside, and programmed the machine. "Hope you're ok with this.. I'm just like that sometimes."
 
When he touched her she looked over at him seeing his eyes were searching within her own. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he turned away from her. Her body turned to face him then to follow until he mentioned about him washing his sheets and clothing as well. Laughing softly as she turned away from him with her looking out over the city once more.

"Men..." She muttered softly as she had been curious about sex but wasn't brave enough to go through with it. Sighing as she stood there in silence until he said he was like this most of the time.

"Like what?" She turned and walked back inside only to find him wandering around butt ass naked. Her face turned to a bright red as she quickly turned away from him. She covered her face not wanting him to see how red she was.
 
"DOn't worry, it's just a pene!" He chuckled as he looked down at his member. Luckily, it had started to decrease its size, making it less obvious. He actually had a problem with it, as he deemed his own sex too long. It had carried him nothing but problems, really. Specially at the beach or swimming pool. He had avoided those places when he was a teenager... for obvious reasons.

He took her things into his room. He kept talking to her from the room. "You'll be using this wardrobe, Since I don't have enough clothes to fill it with." He peeked into the interior of her suitcase, noticing the scarce quantity of cloth in the majority of her wear. That he didn't mind, actually.

He yawned, sitting on the bed. "I'm going to have a little nap. Care to joi-join..?" He yawned again, falling asleep surprisingly quick.
 
She stood there not daring to look in his direction until he got some boxers on. Though she heard him yawning from him room then the soft thud from him falling onto the matress. Jasmine decided not to join him while he was still like that. It wasn't she didn't find him attractive it was just she wasn't use to seeing men naked and just flunting their pride around.

Either way Jasmine laid down on the sofa and soon found herself falling to sleep. During her sleep she turned onto her stomach where she nestled her head within her arms. The light of the slowly sinking sun licked at her form and the curves of her legs, ass and the small of her back. She didn't bother to get a blanket as it was warm enough not to bother with.
 
He woke up ah hour later. The last sun rays were dying on the horizon, and the whole house was flooded in a eerie orange dusk light It was very silent, save her timid breathing. He stood there, looking at her, for at least five minutes. Sandro liked her already. But it wasn't just attraction (as it normally was with him and women) but something else entirely. It was a mix of interest, curiousness and eagerness. She was different to him, came from another culture. Yet both of them were "rare" in their own. That fact kind of brought them together. Figuratively.

Quietly, he took a piece of paper and charcoal, and started drawing her.

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He tried to capture her splendid figure, her softness. She was a muse from America.

(hope you like the drawing I did! :p)
 
(I do)

Jasmine didn't move during the hour he was drawing her but she was slowly coming out of her sleep. Groaning softly as she stretched her arms out before her with her twisting her hips in one direction and her torso in another. To anyone else this may look weird but being twisted up and being in weird positions was normal for her. Jasmine held that position for five seconds before she relaxed her body. Smiling at how her body was tense then with a simple stretch she was relaxed. She returned to her laying position on the couch to see Sandro sitting in silence with a drawing pad in front of him.

She thought of saying something to him but decided against it. Instead she closed her eyes waiting to hear the faint sound of him to put the drawing pad aside so she could say something about earlier.
 
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