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Rescue in Rome

By: mattwatt43



Janie Ward sat on her suitcase and looked, almost dumbly at her phone, not even sure what to do next. It had been almost a life long fantasy, a hope, a dream, and here she was, sitting in the tatters of her great European Adventure, her longed for trip to Rome, and she was on the verge of tears. Thoughts raced across her mind, as she fought back the tears:

"How could Marge do this?"

She'd scrimped and saved and had been scheduled to go on this dream fulfilling trip to Rome with her friend Marge, who had made the arrangements. Then due to the death of her father, Marge had to back out at the very last minute. But Marge had said nothing to Jane about canceling the reservations that she'd made.

Of course, in a way, Jane understood it, because all the reservations had been made on Marge's credit card but this was so completely unforeseen that it had simply defeated Jane totally. 

It was Easter, she'd been kindly reminded, and there were no places in Rome, no hotels or lodging to be had. So, Janie sat there, in the beautiful city of her dreams, on the trip for her of a life time and had no thoughts, no options and no hopes. 

With these dark dreary thoughts coursing through her mind, the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Ms. Ward," a familiar voice said to her, "What's wrong?"

The use of her name, here in Rome, while she was deep in her funk, startled her. She raised her head and saw Roy and Ryan Reeges, standing in front of her. They were students from the university, where Jane was the university librarian. She'd seen them on the plane and had waved to them, being familiar with them from the library.

The sudden jolt of good luck, of a familiar voice, a familiar figure was almost as overwhelming for Jane as had been the disaster.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she wailed and giving in to the tears, simply launched herself at Ryan, the older of the two boys, a junior, and put her arms around his neck.

Jane cried for a little bit, and clung to Ryan, and they simply let her. 

"Ms. Ward?" Ryan said after a bit, though he enjoyed the feel of Jane's body against his. He was quick to sternly speak to himself about what was appropriate.

"Here she's in distress and your mind is on how her thighs feel against yours!" he said to himself with severity.

She broke away from him and said a profound: 

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ryan, my trip has just fallen apart totally."

"Tell!" Roy said, in his characteristically prissy voice. 

(Jane had always strongly suspected that at least one of the boys was gay. Roy, a sophomore at the University, certainly 'swished', though Jane always found him ultra charming.)

She told them of the plans that she'd had with Marge to visit Rome, a life long dream of hers. Then there was Marge's father's death and Marge had to back out of the trip. But Marge had made the reservations and had simply cancelled them. Jane had never thought of the possibility and here she was in Rome with no reservations at Easter and no place had room. She began to cry again.

"Well, we're adopting you!" Roy said brooking no argument. 

He simply grabbed Jane's suitcase and continued:

"We have two beds in our hotel room, and Ryan can sleep with me."

He gave Ryan a grin and said: "And I'll keep my hands to myself!"

He barked a laugh, when he said that. Jane, looking on, was still teary and a bit confused but she did realize that she was, indeed, being rescued.

"You'd better, bro," Ryan said, matching his grin.

He hugged the teary librarian one more time and they walked her off in the direction of their hotel.

Jane discovered that the hotel where Roy and Ryan were staying was a lovely one. They had a big room with two queen sized beds. With no other thoughts at all, she put aside any reservations that she had about her sharing the room with two male students, and said, once she'd looked around at how lovely it was:

"Guys, I really, really appreciate this; you must at least allow me to pay my part of this."

"I don't think so!" Roy said in a tone suggesting an end to that conversation.

"Don't make her feel bad, Sparky," Ryan said.

"Oh, okay, we'll make arrangements somehow but you're, for the most part, our guest."

"Oh, thank you," she said.

They stood about awkwardly for a minute or two and Roy asked, nicely:

"So, what's your plan, Ms Ward?"

"Please, guys," she almost pleaded, "You found me in a foreign country in tears and in distress; you rescued me in the nicest fashion and we're to be roomies, can it be 'Jane'?"

"Lovely," Roy said with a smile, "So, Janie, what's your plan?"

"Roy!" Ryan said severely.

"What?" Roy asked peevishly.

"She said Jane," Ryan said evenly.

"Oh, I like the Janie," Jane said, "It's a name from my childhood."

Roy smiled at his brother and they turned their attention to Jane.

"Well," she said, "I'm not totally unprepared but Marge was going to get the itinerary together for us.

"Good," Roy said, "You'll come with us."

Ryan laughed and said: "Roy is the guide, and he's a good one, I assure you. Will you join us on our wanderings in Rome?"

"Love to," Jane said. She thought for a few seconds and said:

"Can I, do you mind if I shower first to get some of the trip grime off of me. I'd like to feel human again."

"Be our guest," Ryan said.

She turned to her suitcase and took out the clothes that she was going to change into.

Roy was grinning and said: "Uho, naked woman alert!"

"Roy!" Ryan said, laughing, and Jane joined in the laugh with them. 

"I guess!" Jane said, heading for the bathroom. "I won't be long, but does anyone need to use it, before I shower?"

"No," Ryan said, "We're okay."

"And we won't peak!" Roy said, and then quickly to Ryan: "I know: 'ROY'!"

They both laughed at that and Jane shook her head and laughed too.

The shower felt like a life changing event for her. The hot water was wonderful. She let it run down her entire body, from her short auburn hair to her feet. It made her feel alive and well again.

Jane Ward was, at 27 years, a retiring beauty. She was a fairly tall 5'8" with rust colored, auburn hair, cut short. It made her look perpetually 'perky'. She was large in the bust, sporting a pair of 37/38c breasts. She also was sensually rounded in the butt. At the university she worked out all the time to keep her weight under control. She was not, however, flashy in the way that she dressed. When she was done with the shower and had dried her hair, she put on a simple blouse and blue skirt with sensible shoes. She hoped that she was ready for Rome now.

She emerged from the bathroom with a big smile on her face.

"There she is, right from the library stacks!" Roy said pleasantly.

"You must, please let me take you to dinner to say thank you! I feel so much better, so human," Jane indicated.

They looked at one another and Roy got an impish look on his face. It made both Ryan and Jane smile and Ryan said a quick:

"Roy!"

But Roy, unabashed, said: "Well, you've already been naked in our room; that should be payment enough for some of us!"

He laughed at his own cleverness and Ryan and Jane joined in the laugh with him.

Then she said: "I insist."

"Fine," Roy said, with Ryan nodding. "It'll be Bafetto's for pizza. The best in Rome!"

"That sounds so nice!" she said and then, "Well, guys, I'm in your hands."

"Wow!" Roy said, without a pause, "That sounds so sexy."

He held up his hands at that point and said to Ryan, "I know, I know! I'll behave."

Jane laughed, and he gave her a huge smile, while Ryan said, shaking his head:

"I simply doubt it!"

By the time they were ready to go out, it was already turning evening. They were just in time for an early table at Bafetto's for pizza. Jane was tickled with the dinner and the location as well as the company of Ryan and Roy. She told both of them as much. They also, for their part, seemed to enjoy her company. The three of them talked and laughed together as they made their way across Rome.

Roy proved to be an excellent guide. After an affable dinner they struck out on a walk. He took them first to the piazza with the Pantheon for a visit. Jane was overjoyed. All gone and forgotten was her previous fears about the vacation trip imploding and turning into a disaster.

From the region of the Pantheon they went on with their Italian type of 'passeggiata' into the evening. They went on to the Trevi fountain, braving the crowds there to see the famous fountain lighted for the night time.

"Oh, this is beautiful," Jane gushed, and her enthusiasm made both Ryan and Roy happy. 

They spent a bit of time at Trevi and then wandered back toward Piazza Navonna. They stopped on the way to have a drink at a convenient cafe. As they were seated and talking, it was Roy who brought up the need for a schedule for use of the bathroom. They all agreed on the necessity and also decided to leave it to him to set it up. 

He made it a simple one, with which they could all agree. While they were agreeing, she made a kind of squeak and covered her mouth with her hand.

"What is it?" Ryan asked.

"Oh dear!" she said. "I just realized something." But she stopped talk at that point.

"Aha," said Roy, "It's something that she doesn't want to tell us."

She began to blush.

"See!" Roy said triumphantly.

"Roy!" Ryan said with his customary calmness. 

"Fine," Roy said, grinning, "Just tell us, Janie, we'll work it out."

"This is embarrassing," she began.

"Goody!" Roy said, and immediately put a hand over his mouth.

"Don't listen to him, Jane," Ryan said, "Whatever it is, we can take care of it."

"I know," she said, "You've been so nice to me. This is just a kind of a problem of my own making."

She sighed a great sigh and then went on: "Well, it's this way. This trip, one that I've been dreaming of for a long time, was to be with my friend Marge. As you know, when Marge's father died, I had to come alone. That was the whole thing about my earlier melt down."

She stopped at that point, getting emotional thinking of it again and it was Roy who put his hand over hers in re-assurance. 

"Thank you," she said to Roy, kissing him on the cheek, which caused him to quip:

"I got the first kiss, Ryan, remember that!"

They all laughed.

"Okay, so there I was planning for a trip with Marge and trying to not overload my suitcase. Well, you see . . ." she blushed, and Roy said to Ryan, with a grin:

"This is going to be good."

"Go on," Ryan said softly, and Jane did:

"I had planned to wear, you know, only, uh, undies to bed and provided myself with only one nightgown, a kind of slinky, sexy one, since it was a trip to Rome. . ."

"And you never know what's going to happen," Roy finished the statement.

"Yes," Jane said blushing. "And that's all that I have to wear to bed."

"See," Roy said to Ryan in triumph, "Told you it'd be good."

Roy turned back to Jane and said: "Boy, Ms Librarian are you in trouble!"

Jane blushed but joined the two of them in a laugh at her dilemma.

But Roy jumped into the conversation right away and said:

"Ryan, did you bring extra pj bottoms? I didn't."

"No," Ryan admitted.

But Roy went on: "But you do have an extra tee shirt?"

"Well, yeah," Ryan said, understanding now, "It might work for her too."

"What?" Jane asked. 

"My tee shirt," Ryan said, "I have a few with me and I think that they're big enough to come down probably to your mid thigh. Might work for a night shirt.

"Unless of course you just insist on wearing only . . ." Roy broke in with.

"Roy!" Ryan said softly.

"Sorry!" Roy said, "Getting carried away."

(It can be noted here that Roy had a slight, slim build and was about 140 lbs, whereas his brother Ryan, who'd been a wrestler at the university, was much bigger, probably about 195 lbs.)

"Oh, that might work," Jane said with obvious relief. "I just hate to keep making a fool of myself."

It was Ryan who spoke quickly this time: "Jane," he said, "You are so gorgeous that wearing a slinky nightgown or less is in no way going to make you look like a fool."

"Ryan!" Roy said, and grinned as he said it.

Both Ryan and Jane joined in the laughter, after Roy had made the remark. 

"See," Roy said, "All settled!"

"Thank you both," she said earnestly. "I'm going to be so far in your debt."

"No, no," Roy said, "We intend to take care of you in Rome, damsel in distress and all that. Especially if it's a damsel in distress wearing only her undies!" He was already laughing by the time he ended the sentence.

Then he held up his hand and said: "Okay, Jane, you're so much fun but I promise, scouts honor, that I'll back down. Otherwise the jock here will begin to pound on me and I will have deserved the pounding."

She laughed and put her hand on his:

"Roy, you're just such a good tonic for this girl's spirits, and the two of you today have turned my disaster into a wonderful day in Rome."

"Care to walk some more?" Ryan asked.

"That would be nice," she answered.

"Especially if it puts off having to get ready for bed!" Roy said and immediately put his hand over his mouth. "I will stop now," he promised then, although the other two were grinning at him.

"It's such a nice night," Jane said, "What is in this neighborhood to walk to?"

"Oh, that's the great thing," Roy said "Just five minutes in this direction is St. Peter's and the Vatican!"

"Really?" Jane answered with obvious delight, "Can we walk there now?"

"You're going to make Rome so much fun for us!" Roy said, "Bro?"

"I guess you're right," Ryan said, and they left the cafe and walked toward the narrow streets and lanes that would lead them in the direction of the Vatican. 

They got out to the bridge at the Castel Sant' Angelo, from which it was possible to see St. Peter's and Jane made a sound of positive delight, when she first spied it in the near distance. 

"Oh, how gorgeous!" she said. She looked around, as they made their way across the bridge toward the Castel and noted:

"Look at all the couples."

Then she put her arm through Ryan's on one side and Roy's on the other and said, kissing each of them on the cheek:

"Lucky me to be in Rome with two handsome champions! They both beamed at her in response.

They walked up to and around St. Peter's square, enjoying the balmy Roman night and the sights, and all the people that were out strolling. 

When they'd walked around St. Peter's, with Jane in awe of Bernini's columns, they turned back in the direction of Navonna.

"Can't put off getting ready for bed any longer!" Jane said, grinning at Roy.

"Beat me to it!" Roy said with a grin. Then he turned to Ryan and said:

"I hope you have more than one tee shirt; I don't want the university librarian swooning over your naked chest! I know that I always do!"

He lapsed into a smile, as he finished saying this and then said to a grinning Jane:

"Yes, Janie, I'm the gay one. Don't know how the jock here missed the gene but he did. So, if there's creeping and crawling around during the night, you know that it won't be me. You need to watch out for the jock here."

But she jumped in, before Ryan could say anything with:

"Maybe it'll be me doing the creeping and crawling around!"

Ryan broke into a laugh at that point, and was joined by a surprised Roy in the laugh, as she beamed at them, taking their arms again and strolling back toward the hotel with them. 

When they got to the hotel, they talked in the room, as, according to Roy's schedule, he got to use the bathroom first. When he was done, and in pj bottoms and a tee shirt, it was Ryan's turn. Then he too was done and, he fetched a large tee shirt from his bag for Jane, and she retired to the bathroom.

She had a quick shower, humming to herself during the shower and thinking all the while how fortunate this day had turned out for her.

"Marge will kick herself," she said to herself with a grin, "When she finds out who I had to room with on this vacation."

She was out and ready in a few minutes. The tee shirt did indeed go down to within about four inches of her knees.

"I have skirts that are shorter!" she said, more likely to give herself courage than from any other motive. 

Then just before she went into the bedroom, a voice in her mind said:

"Go get 'em, tiger!" and she giggled before opening the bathroom door.

"Main event," Roy said out loud, as the bathroom door opened. 

"Even more gorgeous!" Ryan said, and Roy agreed:

"Even I can see that."

"Thank you, roomies!" Jane said. Then she went on earnestly:

"I hope that you have enough room. I'm sorry if you're crowded."

"We're fine," Roy said, "As long as Ryan keeps his hands to himself." He laughed, when he said that.

Before slipping into bed, Jane went to Roy's side of the bed and kissed his cheek, saying 'good night.' She moved around and got to kiss Ryan on the lips and said the same thing.

"Hey," Roy complained, "I only got a cheek kiss."

"You forgot to move your head!" Ryan said, and they all laughed.

Jane sighed, as she got into bed and said: "My knights in shining armor!"

They talked across the dark room for a bit; they were all excited and only gradually fell asleep.

Jane opened her eyes only slowly the next morning. It took here a few seconds to flash back to what had happened the previous day but she ended up smiling to herself. She heard movement around the room and then it was Roy's voice saying:

"Oh, that's nice!"

"Shhhh," she heard then from Ryan, and she realized that she'd kicked the covers off of her at night, an inveterate habit of hers, and her butt was sticking out, and, since night time movement had rucked up the tee shirt that she was wearing, she was apparently showing her panty clad fanny.

"Lovely in pink!" Roy said and was quieted again by Ryan.

She didn't know is she should acknowledge it or not. Then she felt a soft hand move the covers and slide them up over her hips and across to cover her totally. It was then that she stretched and said a very sleepy: "Good morning, guys!"

"Oh," Roy remarked, "Show is over!"

"Roy," Ryan said quietly, "Go use the bathroom; it's your schedule and your turn!"

"Show?" Jane said, going for innocent.

"Nothing," Ryan said.

"Nothing my foot," Roy said, going into the bathroom, "Just one of the nicest butts on the planet on display."

He turned to the room, once he'd said it, and grinned at her. She had the covers pulled up to her chin and was grinning back at the two of them.

"Sorry, fellas!" she said with some chagrin.

"Hey," Ryan said then, "That's okay, and it's not really the kind of thing that you need to ever apologize for." Then he followed that quickly with: Roy, let it go!"

Roy grinned again and nodded, disappearing into the bathroom whistling 'the stripper'.

"Go!" Ryan said, and Roy went off to use the bathroom first.

Ryan's turn was next in the bathroom. Jane watched as he got up from his side of the shared bed and went into the bathroom. He absent-mindedly was taking off his tee shirt as he went.

Jane was gaping at his back and what she saw of his chest. Then she watched the twitch of his ass cheeks, as he moved. Roy had already gone out in an effort to fetch coffee for them, when Jane, with a giggle said:

"Ryan, nice butt!"

"Thanks, Roy!" he said, flashing her a grin.

"Turn about and fair play!" was her next comment. 

"Watch out, librarian or the covers come off of you next!" Ryan said, as he closed the door.

"Eeep!" was her only comment, hugging the covers to her chin and grinning at his retiring figure.

When he was gone for his quick shower, she simply settled down and sighed. She didn't remember a time when she'd been as happy as she was at that moment. She reflected and thought that this had been the most fortuitous accident that she'd ever had.


Rescue in Rome



It was then that Roy came into room with coffees.

"Coffee for the princess?" he asked, and brought it to her.

"Oh, thank you, honey!" she said and offered a kiss to his cheek.

"See, and no head movement!" he quipped.

"Okay," he went on then, "I'll behave."

"Oh, I know you won't!" she said, smiling.

"Right the first time!" was his next remark.

She reached out for the coffee and the covers slipped, putting on display, despite the tee shirt, her large breasts, and very hard nipples.

"Oops!" she said and clutched at the covers.

"It's okay, love," Roy said softly. "With me it's just a nice kind of display but be careful what you flash at the jock. He might be on the prowl."

"I'll try to remember," she said. "I guess I was kind of flashing this morning. Sorry!"

"'Sorries' don't apply. It's Rome, we're buddies, and we have, for this trip, much to our all out luck, a gorgeous companion. What could be nicer?"

"Thank you!" she said and reached up and this time made sure that the kiss was on his lips.

They settled down for a few moments then to the extra strong cups of coffee that Roy had brought for them. Ryan came out of the bathroom then. His first glance was at Jane with her breasts pushing against the fabric of his tee shirt.

"Uh, Ryan, honey," Roy said, "You're staring!"

"Oh, sorry!" Ryan said.

Jane moved to cover herself but Roy intervened, and said: "Sweetheart, the damage is done. Just let him get used to it. He'll stop panting by this afternoon."

Jane giggled and Ryan mumbled a "Very funny!" but cast a glittering smile at Jane. 

They finished the coffee and Ryan began to herd Roy out of the room to give Jane some privacy to get up and get herself going.

"Plan today?" she asked. "I need to know how to dress."

"Well," Roy said, "We're both sporting jeans, so, why don't you do kind of the same? We're going to do some major tramping around today. It'll be comfie shoes, or maybe cross trainers, if you have them."

"Thank you," she said, "I do have, among all my stuff, some shoes that I can wear."

"Now," he said then, earnestness in his voice, but mockery intended. "Shall we stay? Do need help getting up, getting showered, getting dressed? Wash your back?" he hesitated then and his grin widened and he said: "Wash your front!"

"Roy!" Jane said, using the same tone of voice that Ryan would have and the two guys headed for the door with all out grins.

"Breakfast room is off of the lobby. Don't have to creep around. I've squared your presence with us with the management, and we're fine," Roy said.

"You're so nice to me!" Jane said and held her arms out for a hug from Roy. He went to her and gathered her into his arms and said:

"You're welcome, love! You're making our Rome holiday quite a treat."

Then he went to the door and said to Ryan: "Well, go ahead, you get one too, even if I'm doing all the work!"

Ryan laughed and went to Jane also. Her eyes never left his, as he approached and bent down for the hug. Jane found herself thrusting her breasts forward to push against his chest, and just clasped him to herself.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Okay, no sex in the morning here!" Roy said, and the two of them broke off the hug, but not before Jane, on an impulse, slid a quick kiss along Ryan's lips. She blushed a deep shade of scarlet after she'd done it.

"No, thank you!" Ryan said and turned to leave with his brother.

"Guys, I'll be there in a few," Jane said and scrambled from the bed singing to herself, once they'd gone. 

She found herself in the lightest and best possible moods. She sang to herself in the shower and acknowledged that being with Ryan and Roy in Rome was being more than her fantasies had ever allowed. She was simply overjoyed.

She did her hair and some little makeup and then, pulling on a pair of beige panties, stopped first by the mirror to admire herself:

"Pretty!' she said softly, speaking of the panties. Then she went into the room, where she'd laid out a pair of slacks and a light sweater that were to be her outfit for the day, plus a pair of comfortable shoes, when the door opened and Ryan came in.

She was struck dumb by his appearing. Her hand went to her mouth involuntarily and she made a little 'mewing' kind of noise. He stood thunderstruck but recovered quickly, stammering something about leaving his passport. He indicated it lying on the night stand.

For her part, Jane didn't move at all. She stood there with her hand pressed to her mouth and just kind of made eyes at him.

Without further mumbling, he left.

"Ohhhhhhh dear!' she said to herself, adding quickly: 

"Girl, get a grip."

She dressed then, hoping to have a moment to talk to Ryan before they faced Roy. 

As she left the room, Ryan was waiting in the hall way.

"Oh, Ryan," she began immediately, "I'm so sorry; I wasn't trying to flash you, really."

"Please forgive me, Jane," he said, "For barging in on you. I keep forgetting that we have a beautiful woman with us. I promise to be more careful."

"Beautiful?" she said softly.

"Exactly," he answered, and she blushed.

She didn't know what to do then, neither it seemed, did he, so she acted for the two of them. She went to him and put her arms around his neck. He responded by putting his arms around here and holding her, for that moment or so, to himself.

She looked up at him and said quietly:

"Ryan, please, I don't want to be a conquest. I'm afraid that I'm approaching a kind of 'anything that you want' kind of thing here with you but I don't want to be 'the piece' you had in Rome."

He inclined his head toward her but she said:

"Please don't kiss me, until and unless you think about what I said and understand it."

"Wonderful woman!" he said, holding her again. Then he went on:

"We'd better go; I think we're already going to be in trouble with Roy."

"Oh, dear!' she said. 

Then she gave him a searing look and said: "I know what I said and I really meant it but I want you to know that for all the world, what I really wish is to drag you back into that room, with me wearing almost nothing again and repeating my 'I won't say no to anything' statement. Honey, I'm not being standoffish here, only honest."

He kissed her cheek then and said: "You were the most beautiful sight that I've ever seen."

Then he took her by the hand and they walked down the hall, and Jane was positively glowing.

They were still that way, pretty much, though they had dropped hands by the time that they found Roy in the lobby. Roy took one look at them and said:

"Okay, children, tell. What happened?"

The latter question was directed at Ryan, who simply said:

"Well, I walked in on her!"

"And?" Roy demanded.

"And," Ryan went on, with Jane only looking on and blushing but smiling, "She was wearing only her, uh, undies."

"Oh, lovely!" Roy said with just a hint of disdain in his voice. He turned to Jane then and asked, in an tone of interrogation:

"And you, dear, what did you do? Shriek? Yell? What?"

"I, uh," she began,stammering.

"Oh this is going to be good," Roy said.

"Let her tell it, Roy," Ryan said.

"Yes, girl, tell it." Roy said then, hands on his hips.

"I uh kind of put my hand to my mouth in surprise," Jane said.

Roy barked a laugh, as Jane colored a deep red.

"Let me get this straight," Roy said, "You stood there with all those goodies showing and all that you had sense to do was cover your mouth in surprise!"

"Uh, yes," she said meekly.

"Well, one round to the jock," Roy quipped but then his face got serious and he turned to Jane and said:

"Don't you go hurting my brother Ryan! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, uh, sir," she said, nodding and meaning what she said.

But then he spun and turned his attention on Ryan:

"And you, jock, don't you go flirting with this beautiful woman's affections casually. She's not some bimbo coed whose panties you're trying to get off on a late Friday night after the game! Do you hear?"

Ryan nodded his head in compliance.

It was Jane who broke the tension. She said a soft:

"Yes, Momma!"

They all laughed and Ryan followed suit.

Roy said: "I mean it, both of you."

"We know that, bro," Ryan said, "And we appreciate the advice. We're really trying to be careful here."

"Good," Roy said, "Then let's enjoy Rome."

Before he could move, Jane grabbed him and kissed him, this time on the lips.

"Hey, he complained right away, "Get off, get off! I'm not the jock; I'm the gay brother.

She held onto him grinning at him, and he, with a broadening smile grinned back at her and winked at Ryan, and said:

"Good for me! Now out we go, three for Rome."

Jane took Ryan's hand and Roy's also, as they headed for the door of the hotel.

It was a spectacular day, and also an attitude kind of day. Jane found herself happier than she could remember in a long, long time. They swept down past Navonna and headed for some spots that Roy wanted to make sure that she visited.

They walked together, where there was room, and she held both of their hands. She was affectionate with both of them.

"What's up with you, librarian?" Roy asked, semi-suspiciously after a few blocks.

"Look!" she said, dropping their hands to gesture around: "It's Rome! I'm here! And I'm with two gorgeous guys; I'm here with my guys!" She was beaming at them, when she said it, and got cheek kisses from both sides.

Roy's first stop with her was the site of the theater of Pompey, where Jane was totally impressed to discover that it was here that Caesar was murdered. From that point, after the appropriate photos were taken, they walked on and Roy directed them to the Corso Vittorio Emanuele, constructed through the original heart of the ancient Roman Forum.

Once they were on the street Jane was positively delighted to be able to see the Colosseum in the immediate distance down the Corso.

"Oh," she said with enthusiasm, "Can we have our picture taken with the Colosseum in the background?"

They interrupted an older gentleman, a distinguished looking man, and Roy asked him, in halting Italian, if he'd take a photo of the three of them. 

His reaction was one of pleasure at doing it. He looked at Jane sand said with a smile:

"Ah che bella donna!"

Jane dipped a quick curtsey and said: "Gracie tante!"

He lined the three of them up for the photo, with the Colosseum showing down the Corso behind them.

When the photo was finished, Roy gestured that Ryan and Jane should have their photo taken. To the Italian gentleman he simply said:

"He and she, together!"

It made both Ryan and Jane blush but they enjoyed the picture taking, with each extending an arm around the waist of the other.

They proceeded from there and visited the Colosseum, spending a good deal of time there, before crossing the street to the Via Sacra and entering the ancient Roman Forum at that point.

They stopped for a late lunch from a vendor, after the Colosseum and before they plunged into the Roman Forum.

After their lunch, and since they'd gotten up fairly late, they went on without the traditional Roman posolino/nap.

As they wandered that part of Rome, their 'attitude' day continued. It was Ryan now who was constantly paying more and more attention to Jane. She certainly noticed it, and Roy noticed it also. For Ryan, it was happening certainly out of a sense of what was normal for the situation.

It was a matter of him touching her hand, when they talked, or stroking her arm. At times he put his hand on her shoulder, or in the middle of her back. They were simple gestures but gestures that spoke of a relationship, whether it was a relationship that existed already or was in the process of being formed.

For her part, every time anything like it happened, Jane smiled. She also caught Roy grinning at her from time to time, and at least once he put his fingers to his lips to silence her from any kind of mention of what was happening.

She was beginning to feel like Ryan was constantly making a kind of claim on her. It was never inappropriate touching, although at times Jane certainly wished that it might be. But, she knew that it wasn't the place for that. It was real and it was, for her, completely exciting.

Roy went off at one point to take a photo from a different angle, leaving the two of them alone. It was Ryan who spoke up, breaking the companionable silence between them.

"Jane," he began softly, "I hope you don't mind, and tell me if you do, but I keep having a tape running through my head of you, standing in the room in only your panties! It's a scene that is always with me and playing over and over again."

She stroked his cheek: "Mind? Heavens no! I can't get that scene out of my mind either. Please don't think that it was planned! I'm not trying to trap anyone here."

"Sssssshhhh!" he shushed her with a finger. "No one is being entrapped. The picture of that scene simply fills my world. I'm sure that I'll never be able to think of Rome again without that picture of you being a part of it."

"Love talk, children?" Roy asked pleasantly.

"Roy," Ryan said, "Let it go. We both remember what you said, and we both appreciate that. We're just trying to let things happen here."

In an unexpected gesture, Roy gave first Ryan a kiss on the cheek and then Jane one, beaming at both of them. Jane took Ryan's hand and then Roy's and they continued to wander up the Via Sacra into the ancient Forum. 

Their day was a full one, with wandering around the ancient ruins of Rome, visiting the Palatine Hill, then the Capitoline Hill, where Jane positively fell in love with the beautiful Piazza Campidoglio, Michelangelo's masterpiece. Then they spent the rest of the afternoon hours at the Capitoline museums.

They were back in the hotel for a rest in the later part of the afternoon, before going out one more time to find a place for dinner. Their thoughts were for dinner at one of the cafe's at the Piazza Navonna. 

Roy slipped into an almost immediate sleep, but was moving around the bed in his sleep.

"He's like an eel!" Ryan complained softly.

"Come here," Jane said, looking over at Ryan, "There's plenty of room here."

He smiled at her and slipped out of the bed he shared with Roy and lay down beside her.

They were silent for a few minutes until Jane said softly, leaning her head now to place it on Ryan's shoulder.

"Oh, this is nice!"

Roy slept on. Ryan turned his head to the side for just a moment and they kissed. It was really their first, at least the first kiss of this kind. He found Jane's lips soft, and a total treat. He felt more than a flicker of heat, as Jane opened her mouth and then ran her tongue along his lips, licking and then sucking just a bit. 

"We'd better stop," she said, "Or he'll catch us."

"I know," Ryan said, "And soon I won't care at all if he does or doesn't."

"I know!" she said, leaning in for one more of the same luscious kisses, only this time her opening her mouth was an invitation to him to let his tongue explore in her mouth. 

The kiss lasted a few minutes and, when it was finished, she lowered her head and rested it against his shoulder once more.

"Oh, I love the feel of him!" she said softly to herself and as she drifted into her nap, she felt his hand seek hers out in the space between their bodies. 

With a sigh of great contentment, she slipped into a snooze, and slept fitfully until she heard Roy saying:

"We should wake up sleeping beauty and think about going out for dinner, it's past eight."

"Ohhhhh," she said yawning. "I'm sorry that I slept so long. It was a wonderful but busy day for me."

"I noticed," Roy said, "All that kissing must have tired you out."

"Roy!" Ryan said but Roy had already put his hands up, as if to say that he'd back off with his grin plastered all over his face.

"We thought you were sleeping!" Jane said softly.

"I noticed!" he said with his continued smile on his face. "And besides," he went on, "Soon you won't care if I notice or not."

That got a snort of laughter from both Ryan and Jane, as she bounded up and headed for the bathroom to get herself ready for going out. She changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom wearing a skirt and sensible heels.

"Nice!" Roy said with appreciation, as he took in her outfit, a shorter pleated skirt, blouse and the low heels.

"Will these be okay, do you think?" she asked.

"If not," Roy answered, "The jock will carry you."

"Yes, they'll be fine, I think," Ryan said then just giving Roy his usual glance. 

They did a slow turn around Piazza Navonna, watching the evening gathering of mimes and magicians, and enjoying the spectacle. They inspected menus and finally settled down in one of the cafes, at an outdoor table for their dinner. They accompanied their dinner with some wine and after dinner decided on another walk but this time selected the shorter journey to the Vatican, in deference to Jane's heels.

As they walked along, again crossing the bridge at the Castel Sant' Angelo, she stopped them and said:

"I know it's terrible of me but I want to be kissed on this bridge. Please!"

"Well don't look at me!" Roy said quickly but Ryan took Jane by the shoulders at that same moment and had her in his arms.

The kiss was a long one. She sighed into it and leaned against him, pressing her self against him and wishing, just wishing that his hands would roam a little bit. But he kept his composure.

"Wow! Guys!" Roy said, when the kiss was finished and they were still embracing and she was blushing, "Some kiss! Welcome to Rome indeed!"

They walked on then toward the Vatican and a turn around the piazza there. Jane held onto Ryan's hand, as they walked, now and again moving in such a way that she rubbed her hip or her thigh against his. She ended by putting her arm through his, in a gesture of close companionship. She was brimming with happiness. She was simply in heaven with what was happening.

"It's being that kind of day!" she said to herself, and accepted the correction immediately of : "It's being that kind of trip! I love Rome! I love . . ." but she stopped herself in mid sentence and left that part of the sentence unfinished.

After a turn around the piazza at St. Peter's, and the chance to greet both St. Peter with his keys and St. Paul with his 'spiritus gladius', they walked back in the direction of their hotel.

"How about a glass of wine someplace before we go back?" Jane asked and they found a place.

She ordered a bottle of wine for the three of them and they sat, enjoying the Roman night and looking around. Finally, she raised her glass and said:

"A toast! You are taking such good care of me, and I love it!"

"To us and Rome," Ryan said, and Roy repeated it:

"To us and Rome!" 

Jane then joined her voice with the same sentiment: "To us and Rome." They sat then for a while, slowly drinking the wine and enjoying the balmy night and the sight of all the people our for their stroll.

They took a slow walk back to the hotel. Jane held onto Ryan's hand tightly and lounged her head on his shoulder.

"Well, don't you two look cosy!" Roy quipped at them and got only a smile in return. 

"Now now," Jane said to him softly. "We're absolutely taking your advice and we're doing things very slowly. You shouldn't complain."

"Who's complaining?" he asked brightly, "I feel like such a 'Yenta' here."

Jane left her position at Ryan's side quickly then and grabbed Roy into a hug and gave him a kiss. When the kiss broke, he grinned at Ryan and said:

"She's trying to convert me! The librarian is trying to convert me."

Ryan laughed and Jane just held his face and said to him, kissing his lips lightly again:

"The librarian is simply trying to tell you that she loves you!"





Rescue in Rome



Roy crowed to Ryan: "Hear that, Jock? She loves me! I got it first!"

Ryan grinned at her, as Jane gave him a glance and an air kiss.

"Maybe first, buster," Jane said, "But not best!"

"Oh drat!" Roy said with feigned sentiment. 

Roy held out his arm then so that Ryan could join the two of them in the hug. As they moved into the hug, Jane felt Ryan's arm go around her. She carefully reached back and took him by the wrist and moved his hand so that it came to rest on her ass cheek. He squeezed her ass.

"I saw that!" Roy said.

"Yenta, be quiet!" Jane said.

"Yes, Momma!" Roy answered. Then to Ryan he said: "She's getting so bossy!"

Ryan laughed and said: "She's been around you too much."

That broke up the three of them and they finally reached the hotel. 

They made their bedtime preparations according to Roy's schedule. He got ready for bed first and they Ryan. Jane's turn was last. She gave herself the luxury of a shower before bed time, humming to herself in the shower. She lingered under the water with thoughts swirling through her mind. They were thoughts of the beauty of the day but her mind constantly went back to the loveliness of feeling Ryan's hand on her ass.

"Saucy wench!" she said to herself, remembering her move to take his wrist and move his hand to her ass.

"Got it done though, didn't I?" she quipped to herself.

When she'd said this, she let her fingers stray to her pussy hair and began to play with herself. She brought herself up short, however, with another inner voice that said:

"Now don't you go making a fool of yourself. If you play with yourself right, the way that you're so wrought up, you'll be making enough noise to bring all of the hotel into the room to see what's wrong with you, girl."

With a sigh, she stopped her progress and simply went back to washing, vigorously.

She had the tee shirt ready and with a grin to herself, neglected to put on a clean pair of panties for sleep. She went back through the door with a saunter and a swing of her hips. To her disappointment, both guys seemed to be out of it, from the late night wine and the strenuous exercise of the day.

She sighed, and said to herself: "Janie, you just tuck your boys in now."

She went to Roy first. He was drifting into sleep, when she kissed his lips. His eyelids fluttered and he said a soft:

"Good night, Librarian! Thank you for the way you're treating him."

"Good night, Yenta!" she said with a smile and another quick kiss.

She went around the bent over Ryan's sleeping figure. She didn't move from her position for a moment, just looking down at him. He had a hand up over his head, showing an exposed armpit, rich with dark hair. Jane had an impulse, which she only barely subdued, to kiss his armpit and lick at the armpit hair. It produced a giggle that she just barely stifled. Ryan slept. But Roy said:

"Don't you go assaulting him, while he's asleep."

"Mind reader!" Jane said, "Killjoy."

"Janie, kiss him and go to bed, love, you're tired too," Roy said, drifting off again.

"Yes, sir!" she said and bent down to kiss Ryan. It was a light first kiss, followed by her gazing with great appreciation at his chest muscles and general physique.

"Nice," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. Then she bent over his supine figure and kissed him again; this time, she licked his lower lip first.

In the midst of the kiss, which progressed by her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, one of his hands snuck up beneath her tee shirt and he suddenly encountered her nakedness and his hand had possession of her naked pussy.

Jane made a throat noise, as his eyes opened, and was thankful that her noise didn't wake up Roy. She broke the kiss and saw him smiling from ear to ear, and broke into a similar smiler herself. His hand moved and she kissed him again, mouth open and inviting, while his fingers played with the crack of her ass now.

She was breathing harder and harder. 

"Better stop!" he said softly.

"Yes, better stop!" she agreed. Then with one more light kiss, she said to him:

"Ryan, thank you for another lovely day in Rome. You make me feel so happy, the way that you're treating me."

"Good night, beautiful, Janie!" he said then.

She sighed, brushed his lips one more time and went to her own bed, his hand lingering until the last on her naked ass, beneath her tee shirt.

Jane settled down and fought off the thought, the desire, the yearning to play with herself. 

"No," the inner voice said, "I think the time's coming!"

She giggled to herself and said: "Yes, but I'm not!"

Then she settled down with another sigh and the message:

"Okay! Bless both of them, especially him!" 

She slept. The busy day, the overwhelming emotions, all of the experience of Rome for that day pulled at her as she tumbled into a blissful sleep.

There was movement in the morning for a while before she opened her eyes and was conscious. The first thing that she actually heard was Roy talking to Ryan:

"How about if I wait downstairs and we'll go out for coffee. If she's not up, we'll simply bring something back for her."

"Good, bro!" she heard Ryan say and she mumbled a:

"Good morning, Roy, Ryan!"

They both greeted her and she, with a smile turned over and fell asleep again.She snoozed for just a few minutes and woke as he was sitting and putting on his socks in a chair.

"Morning, love," she said this time, grinning and blushing.

"Good morning, lovely Janie!" he said.

"Oh, I'd better get up and get going. I'll take a quick shower to get me started and I'll be with you."

"Fine," he said.

She slipped out of bed, noticing that he averted his eyes so as not to intrude on her near nakedness. She got to the bathroom and took off her tee shirt to get ready for a shower. She had a quick thought, one that made her giggle. She decided to do it.

She could hear him rummaging around in the room. She combed her hair and looked at herself. She'd pass muster, was her thought and then she went to the door and as she opened it, said:

"Ryan, a morning hug before you go?"

He turned to her to say 'sure' and all that came out was:

"Oh, shit! Look at you!"

She stood in the doorway, framed by the light behind her in the bathroom, and was gloriously naked. She held out her arms and said:

"Hug?"

"At least!" was his comment. 

He went to her, as her arms slipped around his neck. His hands slid down her back and came to rest on her ass cheeks.

"Morning kiss!" she said.

"Tasty!" was his comment.

"Lovely hands!" she said next, as he squeezed her ass cheeks a bit.

The kiss broke and she said, "Shower now but first this!"

She moved in his arms, so that she was now pressing her back and ass against him. It gave him the opportunity now to run his hands down her front. He felt the weight of her large breasts, and her very alert nipples. His hands slid down to her pubic triangle and came to rest there. 

He sighed and she moved away and said:

"Thank you, sir, for the attention."

He leaned in for another kiss and said: "More is coming."

"I hope so," was her comment.

She stayed in the doorway of the bathroom as he went across the room to go and join Roy. She giggled as he stopped to adjust his erection inside his shorts. She looked on, while he did it, with her hand at her mouth and her eyes twinkling.

"Sorry!" she said merrily.

"You might be soon!" he said.

"Hope so!" was her answer and then: "I won't be long. Tell Roy that I'm on my way. Don't tell him that I was naked."

"He'll know!" Ryan said with a laugh, "You know that as well as I."

She giggled.

In just a little bit she joined them in the lobby. She was dressed in a fashion that she considered 'modest' for the day, since they were intending to spend it at St. Peter's and the Vatican museum.

She got two dazzling smiles from the guys as she approached.

"Naked, eh?" Roy said with mock severity, as she approached.

She looked at Ryan and he only shrugged his shoulders.

"Busted!" she said.

"Well, all that I can say is that you children are certainly playing nice!" Roy said and then:

"Okay, some breakfast someplace and then the Vatican; the Pope is waiting for us."

They were out and off then; their day in Rome beginning. They went swinging along, at times, she held both of their hands, at times only Ryans.

They came to the bridge at the Castel and Jane dropped Ryan's hand and grabbed Roy into a kiss.

He was surprised and came up spluttering but smiling, as she leaned back and looked at him.

"Wow!" Roy said.

"I guess, 'wow'!" was Ryan's comment.

Then Jane turned to Ryan and grabbed him:

"Kiss me on the bridge!" she said, and he did.

"Sorry for all these clothes!" she said to him softly.

"Strip here and you'll get us arrested," was Roy's comment, having overheard her.

She giggled and grabbed each of them around the waist to walk across the bridge, her head leaning on Ryan's shoulder.

"I love Rome!" she said.

They divided their day at the Vatican into two parts. The unanimous decision was to stand in line first for the Vatican museum. It's how they spent their morning.

They got coffee at a coffee bar on the way and went to find the line for the museum, which began around a few corners from the piazza of St. Peter's itself. The line was long and already there were people waiting for the museum to open.

They spent a good hour in the line, as it wended its way along the street and then around the corner, approaching finally the museum.

Roy kept them entertained, while they waited. They spent the time talking and joking with one another. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Jane spent much of the time clinging to Ryan's hand, and periodically laying her head on his shoulder. Now and then, with her head on his shoulder, he kissed her forehead.

"You two are getting disgusting!" Roy said at one point.

Jane's reaction was to let go of Ryan's hand, grab Roy and kiss him.

"Yuch!" he said theatrically, "Women!"

She beamed at him and Roy joined in the laugh with the other two.

The museum, with it's view out the window of the Vatican gardens, was well worth the wait. They took their time, letting the hours pass, as they visited the various parts of the museum, from sculpture halls to painting exhibits. Jane loved every single bit of it.

The absolute high point was the finish of the museum tour in the Sistine Chapel. It left Jane with few if any words that she could express. The magnificence of the ceiling and the 'Last Judgement' were simply overwhelming for her.

She stood and stared, clutching Ryan's hand, with tears streaming down her cheeks. He noticed and wiped the tears away.

"This is the best of the best," she said. She turned to him to whisper:

"My trip to Rome is being better than anything that I have ever imagined!" She kissed his cheek and said a soft: "Thank you, Ryan."

He smiled at her and hugged her to himself.

It was only with reluctance that they left the Sistine and the museum. They took a slow walk back toward their hotel, and caught a bit of lunch on the way. Over their late lunch, Roy asked:

"What do you think, Jane? A short rest before going back to visit the Basilica?"

"I really think so," she said, "I feel run off of my feet."

They returned to the hotel and Roy, announced, once they were at the room, that he was going to wash up and then go downstairs for a cup of coffee and maybe catch up on some e-mail. Ryan said that he'd have a brief rest also.

Once Roy was gone, Jane turned to Ryan and said:

"Ryan, I'm not trying to be coy here but I need to take my skirt and blouse off to lie down." He smiled at her.

"Please don't think that I'm being sneaky here; I'm just tired."

He went to her and put his arms around her and said:

"Janie, no one thinks you're being anything but your marvelous self. You just get ready for your nap."

"Please lie down with me!" she said next.

"Glad to," was his reply.

Jane proceeded to remove her blouse and carefully fold it, putting it on a chair, then her skirt went, leaving her in her matching beige panties and bra. 

Ryan was already stretched out on the bed, waiting for her. He stretched up his arm to receive her and she snuggled down agains him, with his arm surrounding her.

She looked up at him, as she lay there and said softly:

"Ryan, I hope that I'm not making a total fool of myself! I'm not really after a. . .a romance in Rome that means nothing else."

"I know that," he said, "And you're not doing anything other than being the wonderful woman that you are."

"Oh," she said quietly, "You bring tears to my eyes!"

"I didn't mean that!" he answered.

"No, I mean joy tears!" she said.

"Good!" was his comment.

She snuggled down then to have her nap and his last words, before she snoozed were:

"Janie, you are so damn gorgeous!"

Her 'thank you' was muted by her face being pressed against his chest.

That's the way they were, when Roy found them.

Jane was barely awake, just kind of raising her consciousness up out of the nap, when she heard them talking:

"Ryan," Roy said quietly, "I hope you're not fooling with her! She doesn't deserve that."

"I know," Ryan said, "And I promise, bro, that I'm not. It's just kind of overwhelming."

"Who's fooling with me?" Jane asked then in a sleepy voice.

"Well, I would be, if I were that way, and I can't believe the jock's restraint. You are gorgeous, especially when you're sleepy, you are wearing only your undies and are as ripe as any woman has a right to be."

She giggled then and said: "Roy, you old sweet talker you!"

"Well, this old sweet talker is about to go and wash up; and, children it's time to venture out to see St. Peter's basilica. Let's get ready."

He went into the bathroom, leaving the two of them still snuggled on the bed. Jane looked up at Ryan with a kind of grin on her face.

"What?" he asked.

"You really want to know?" she asked.

"Yep!" he said.

"It's kind of embarrassing but I was just thinking that I'd sometime like to use my tongue on your armpits," she said, hiding her face in his chest, after she'd said it.

"Woah!" he said, "You've been around Roy too much."

She giggled, and he added:

"But it sounds like a simply great idea. Hold that thought."

"I will, I promise," was her reply.

Roy was out soon and they got ready and walked off to visit St. Peter's Basilica. Jane entertained them with some facts about St. Peter's Basilica that she knew, as they walked along. She told them that St. Peter's was actually the Basilica of the Patriarch of Constantinople, and St. John's Lateran was the Pope's Basilica and Cathedral. 

"Wow! Listen to what she knows!? Roy said appreciatively. "More?" he asked then.

Jane grinned and went on to tell the that Saint Mary Major was the Basilica of the Patriarch of Antioch, and St. Paul's Outside the Walls was the Basilica of the Patriarch of Alexandria.

"We are impressed," Ryan said, as they walked along, and Jane simply grinned at them.

"Oh, I tried to be all prepared for this trip," she said, "I've thought about and looked forward to it for so long."

"Yeah," Roy quipped, "Except for a hotel!"

"There is that!" she said.

"But look how lovely it all turned out," Ryan said then, and she hugged him, while he planted a kiss on the top of her head. 

They took their time looking through the basilica. They ambled with the crowds. Jane was positively moved by the Michelangelo 'Pieta' near the entrance, and absolutely overwhelmed by the grandeur and scope of it all. Having only begun their tour of the basilica in the later afternoon, they lingered until into the evening. They sat a while and simply watched the crowds before walking back to the hotel.

It had been a full day for them but they decided on a special dinner out. Their stay in Rome, a fairly brief one, was coming to an end and they wanted to go out that evening and have a dinner to celebrate the whole thing.

The guys washed up and then Jane took her turn in the bathroom to get ready. She pulled out the clothes that she'd brought and kept for any possible major event. She wore a black pleated skirt, fairly mini, accompanied by a frilly blouse and a pair of thigh high stockings. She also wore a pair of low heels.

She had a stray thought, while she was getting ready and it began to bother her. She was determined to get the thing out and told the guys that she wanted to ask them a question.

"Uh," she began, embarrassed, "From the start I've taken kind of for granted that you wanted me to share your time in Rome. I've been such a dunce to not ever even be polite enough to ask you if that's what you wanted. After all, you two came for your holiday and I've been on your hands, in crisis and otherwise, the whole time. I apologize for that."

Roy hustled over to her first but he was joined immediately by Ryan. They both took her in their arms and assured her that spending the time in Rome with her had been such a treat.

"Especially those times, when you haven't been dressed!" Roy said.

Ryan grinned and said that he totally agreed with that assessment.

"You're both so nice!" she said, kissing first Roy and then Ryan, but ending up in Ryan's arms. 

"My, my aren't the children playing nice!" Roy said, beaming at the two of them. "Love birds!"

"Roy!" Ryan said, but was grinning at him. Roy simply acknowledged it and said:

"Yes, bro, I'll back off."

"I doubt it!" Ryan said to general laughter.

"Come now," Jane said, "I'm all dolled up; you two look like movie stars and Rome awaits us. I'm taking you out to dinner to say 'thank you' for how you've treated me. We'll make tonight a memorable one."

They walked out and around slowly. Jane was wearing heels. They finally decided on one of the lovely outside cafe's in Navonna for their meal. They sat, had a bottle of wine and simply toasted each other and their night in Rome.

"Short walk after dinner?" Ryan wondered.

"Sure," Jane said. "Heels aren't bothering me, yet."

"Hey," Roy put in, "Let's do some gelato after dinner!"

They decided that it was a great idea and went to a gelato stand for their late night treat. 

Despite the late night sugar treat, Jane was tired from the tramp around the Vatican that had taken up their whole day. She was the first to shower that evening. The guys went to the lobby to give her some privacy to get ready for bed.

She was already showered and in bed, by the time they came back into the room. They peeked in and saw that she was already asleep. She actually was only drifting off. She realized that they were deep in a discussion, which they took up again, as soon as they were sure that she was asleep.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Ryan said.

"I think that you need to," was what Roy answered with, "And don't mind, I've had a pile to drink and just now a glass of brandy, I'll be conked out in no time."

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Roy," Ryan said earnestly.

"You're not, Ry," Roy answered. "This is a now or maybe never situation, and I think that you need to follow your emotions here. I know what I said before and I think that you two have been amazingly responsible; I certainly know that you have."

"Thanks, Roy," Ryan said and he kissed his cheek.

Jane just loved the way the two of them obviously felt about each other. Then Roy was the first to get ready and get into bed. 

She lay there relaxed and waited for the last light to be put out and the chance to settle in for the evening. Ryan came out of the bathroom last. She heard Roy yawn and say:

"Ryan, just do it."

Ryan's answer was: "Yes, I'm going to. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't offended."

"No, ring side seat here," Roy said, yawning again.




Rescue in Rome



"Roy!" Ryan said softly.

"Yes, I know," Roy answered. 

Then the next thing that Roy said made Jane's eyes pop open in absolute delight:

"Go to the woman you love!" Roy said.

Then it was silent. Jane didn't know what was happening next but she heard the rustle of cloth and then the covers were pulled down and off of her. She had worn panties to bed, because she was tired and didn't expect anything. She just breathed a huge sigh, when she felt Ryan, naked now, slide into bed with her.

She turned to him immediately, her eyes glittering in the Roman moon light. With no hesitation she said to him softly:

"I love you, Ryan. It's so short a time, but so intense. I'm probably making a fool of myself."

He put his finger on her lips at that point. 

"No talk of being a fool," he said softly. "I love you too, Jane. I'm sorry that it's still the three of us here."

But she was already kissing him. Her lips took his in mid sentence and she whispered into his lips then:

"I don't care if we're in the midst of Yankee stadium! I'm want to love my man!"

She moved to sit up then and took off the tee shirt and set it aside. She moved herself then and slipped her panties down and off, throwing them cavalierly over him and onto the floor between the beds. 

"Whatever you want," she said to him softly, as they both heard Roy snore softly. 

"Whatever the man I love wants,"she repeated. 

He moved against her then, his urgent erection pressing against her belly and his hands seeking out her rounded ass cheeks.

"Great god but you're beautiful!" he said.

"And to think that I had to come to Rome to find you!" she said, licking his lips with her tongue.

"But I'm here now!" was his next comment.

"Please don't go away, please, please, please!" she said, kissing his face.

"Not now, not in the future!" he said, slipping a hand down to cup her breast and play with her nipple.

"I know you're tired," he said, "This will be probably quick and sweet. It will be for me. Next time, we take our time and have all the love we want."

"Yes, next time!" she agreed. "But now, quick and sweet; yes, that's good."

She stretched grandly with her arms above her head, as his head moved over and took a nipple in his mouth. 

"Ohhhh," she sighed, and immediately said:

"Sorry, I'll try to be quiet here."

"Maybe best not to give frankenstein any more material," was his comment, and she giggled.

His head moved to her other nipple, with the first one rubbing against his chest as he moved.

"Oh, nice," she said quietly.

He rasped his teeth along the surface of the hardened nipple and she stirred greatly.

"Oh, do that and I won't be able to be quiet," she said urgently.

"Next time it's with all the alarms and noises," was his comment.

"Yes," she agreed, "Next time."

He was still sucking on her nipple, when his hand slid down and slowly across the surface of her belly, coming to rest in the next of her pubic hair.

"Not shaved!" she said.

"Don't want you shaved," he said then, "I like your lovely curly hair! Looking forward to getting some of it caught in my teeth."

"Ohhhh," she giggled, holding on to him desperately, and wiggling, once his fingers found their goal and were tracing the lips of her pussy and pushing inside urgently.

"Wet!" he said with appreciation.

"Have been for days waiting for this!" she answered.

"Wanton!" he whispered.

"Exactly! For you!" came her reply.

"I certainly kept hoping and hoping," he said then, making her almost frantic with his finger manipulations.

"Do me soon, Ryan, or you'll miss the train!" she whispered urgently to him.

He moved then and his large body covered her, his insertion was certainly not a problem, since she was as wet as she was. 

Their coupling was short and glorious. She buried her mouth in his upper chest and tried to keep her sounds of pleasure under control.

They rested together, once they had but cum.

"Janie, Librarian, you're a walk on the wild side!" he said all smiles.

"Glad to have pleased," she commented.

Then she padded off to the bathroom to get something to clean him with. He watched the wiggle of her ass, as she went. At one point, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. Then they snuggled down into sleep. Jane was, indeed, tired from her day, and so was Ryan.

The next thing that she knew was Roy's voice:

"Well, hail the happy couple! Together at last. Poor Roy with no one to play with."

She spoke up immediately:

"Roy Reeges, get your skinny ass over here! It's my last day in Rome and I want to be a sandwich. I have this wonderful, gorgeous slab of whole wheat here named Ryan and I want a slab of multigrain on the other side."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with mock politeness, and went to her side of the bed, pulling down the covers.

"Don't you dare get into this bed with your pj's and tee shirt on, Mister," she barked at him.

"Ryan, can't you control your woman?" Roy quipped, taking his pj's and tee shirt off as directed.

"Better do what she tells you to do, when she uses that tone," Ryan said with a grin. 

Roy got into bed and said:

"Janie, Janie, you are a beauty! Ryan's such a lucky guy."

"Thank you, honey," Jane answered, giving Roy a kiss on the cheek.

"Now hold me both of you; it's our last day in Rome and I want it to begin this way."

They snuggled down for a while, and Jane was all smiles and sighs, as she was held close to Ryan on one side and Roy on the other.

After a bit, they were up and stirring. They'd decided on an early morning out and breakfast. They took their turns in the bathroom and were set for their day. Today it was a trip to view the remains of the Circus Maximus, and a venture down the Appian Way, with a stop at catacombs down that way. It was a full morning.

After lunch they caught the #16 mini bus and ventured to the Borghese Palace and museum to view the collection there. Roy loved the sculpture of Napoleon's sister almost naked, that was in their collection. As they stood staring at it, he whispered to Ryan and Jane:

"She looks better nearly naked!"

Jane said: "Thank you."

Then they were surprised by a voice that said: "Very nice compliment."

They turned around to see a smiling older gentleman, white bearded and with a white mustache, smiling, having heard the compliment. Jane gave him a dazzling smile and he nodded to Ryan and said:

"Permesso!" 

Ryan smiled and nodded and the gentleman took Jane's hand and kissed it, strolling away afterwards.

"Wonderful!" Jane said.

"Tribute to the real beauty," Ryan commented.

They decided that evening to make it dinner again at Bafetto's for pizza. It kind of brought their adventure in Rome to a full completion. 

They were to be up and out early the next morning. That evening and night were taken up with the rigors of packing and being sure that they were ready for the next day.

The two guys were first to use the bathroom and Jane used it last. She was finally ready for bed, after her shower, and opened the door with a kind of soft "Ta Da".

She'd put on her one sexy nightgown. It was pink nylon with spaghetti straps. She was naked beneath it.

"The siren is here!" Ryan said.

"The beauty is here!" Roy agreed.

She put out the bathroom light, which had her back lit and allowed her nakedness to show through the transparent gown.

Ryan pulled back the covers for her and she snuggled into bed with him, enfolded in his arms.

"So tired," she said, once they were together in bed.

"Our time is coming," Ryan said.

She rolled a bit to be able to kiss him and said: "I know that, Ryan, my love. I know that. This is just so nice all by itself."

Their parting the next day was tearful for Jane. Once they'd arrived finally at their destination, they put Jane in a cab to send her home with promises to see her soon.

Epilogue:

But she didn't see them. She settled down into her job, happily telling folks who asked about her trip to Rome. She had a luncheon with Marge, who was apologetic from wall to wall, when she realized what she'd done to Jane.

Jane simply told Marge, who wasn't, she thought, a close enough friend for details, that she found a place to stay and gave some details about what she'd seen in Rome. 

But neither Ryan nor Roy appeared. 

Jane lapsed into a grim loneliness, after the second day, realizing that she'd indeed made a fool of herself in Rome. She didn't know if she should regret it or not. She held up at work very well but at home became morose and weepy.

It was a Wendesday, her third day back at work. She'd had, after her hours, boxes of books to deal with and went home tired, sweaty and discouraged. 

Her antidote was to shower first, and then put on a comfortable, semi ratty robe and fuzzy slippers. She got herself a large glass of Rhine Wine and put her broody favorites on the stereo: Bennett, Sinatra, Jack Jones, Buble. She sat and was allowing herself to sink into a funk.

The door bell rang.

She went to it listlessly and opening discovered a very somber looking Ryan Reeges on the porch. He had a gift box in his hand.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, sorry," he said immediately. "My uncle died just as we left Rome and we've been wrapped up in all the family things. Your number is unlisted and I don't know your cell number . . ."

She cut him off at that point by flinging herself into his arms and kissing him. They kissed for many minutes. Then she put her head on his chest and simply sighed:

"Ohhhhhhhh, you're back. I was so. . .so. . . I don't know; I guess just sinking."

"Sweetheart!" he said, "I'm sorry."

"No more 'sorries'," she said, kissing him again, "You're here, and I'm making you stand on the porch."

She drew him inside and said: "And I look here like 'Old Mother Hubbard'."

"Comfort clothes in a crisis," he said.

"Exactly," she said with a smile.

She picked up her glass and said to him: "Glass of wine?"

"Please," and she shuffled off to get one. 

But as she was crossing the room he said to her: "Janie."

She turned and he said: "Please take off the robe and slippers. You look cute but, honey, I'm not after cute."

She grinned, as she began to unbutton the robe and quipped: "Your word, my command."

"More like it!" he said watching with appreciation, as she appeared totally naked now in front of him.

"My beauty!" he said, and she smiled and went for a glass of wine.

When she came back, he took her by the hand and they went into the family room, where the stereo was still playing tunes that had a different kind of flavor for her.

"Dance with me, siren," he said.

"Oh, with pleasure, Ryan, my Ryan."

They danced to the Sinatra song that was playing. While they moved around the space, she whispered to him:

"This is a fantasy fulfillment for me."

"Really?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she said, "Dancing! You dressed and me totally naked and all for you."

"Oh, good!" he said. 

"And no Roy!" was her next statement.

He laughed and said: "And I was going to bring him!"

She pounded him on the chest and said: "Beast!"

"Oho," he said, grinning, "The lady's feisty."

"No," she said in return, "The lady's in love!"

He stopped dancing and kissed her then, whispering through the kiss:

"I love you too, Janie, Rome was so wonderful!"

She looked up at him and said:

"Time for another fantasy! This is being so cool for me."

"What?" he asked but smiled only, as she began to sink to her knees. 

"I want to, want to, want to!" she chanted. "My big fantasy; this too, and I want to."

"Won't deny you anything," he said softly as she unzipped his shorts and fished inside to bring out his erection.

"This is mine!" she crooned, and began to lick up and down the underside of his cock. She got to the underside of his head and began to suck on it.

"Ohhhhh!" he groaned. "Accomplished."

"Once again," she said, stroking it, as she smiled up at him, "In love."

She kept her eyes firmly locked on his as she played out her fantasy: 

To have a lover, to kneel before him, totally naked and give him a blow job.

She was humming and singing softly to herself, as she proceeded. She used her tongue on it, licking it all around and talking to the cock as though it were a person:

"Did you like that, honey? I hope so. Does he treat you okay? If he doesn't, you just tell me and I'll deal with him."

"Crazy woman!" he said laughing, and sighing, as she periodically plunged her head downward and took the cock all the way in her mouth. 

"Can I ask you a favor, sweetie?" she went on, still talking to the cock itself. "Will you please come and visit me someday, when you're nice and sweaty? I'd like that. I bet you'd taste all nice and salty and tangy then. Would you do that for me? Please?"

She licked her tongue around the crown again, before sucking him into her mouth. She held it and talked to the head again, kissing it lightly.

"Oh, don't mind him," she went on. "We won't worry, if he thinks you're too dirty or smelly. I promise to take good care of you, even if he doesn't. I'll just bathe you and lick you off and love you all over. Okay, honey?"

"Gone around the bend," he said, shaking his head.

Her answer this time was to bite him on the thigh.

"Damn," he shouted, "The woman bites!" 

She gave him a feral grin and went back to sucking his cock. Her look softened then, as she sucked on the cock again:

"Just talking to my friend!"

"I noticed," he answered.

"Cum in my face, please," she whispered, "In my hair, on my tits! Please!"

"Every wish, is what you get," he said, his voice straining now, as her sucking began to bring him to his climax.

She plunged her head down onto his cock one more time and his pushed his hips forward, with a loud grunt and began to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his cum on her face, ropes of it, covering her nose and one eyelid and her chin. He kept on cumming and sprayed her hair next and then aimed at her nipples, covering her tits. 

He staggered a little once he was finished.

"Oh," she said, "Decorated! The librarian is covered with Ryan's love juice!"

"Lovely, beautiful, crazy woman!" he said, throwing off his own clothes then and pulling her from her kneeling position and kissing her fervently.

"Bathroom,"he asked, and she told him where. 

"Stay here and I'll clean you," he said then. 

He went off and came back with a wash cloth and a towel;he cleaned her, trying to get it out of her hair too.

"Librarian needs a shower," he said, "But first my fantasy."

"And what would the student's fantasy be?" she asked, licking his lips lightly.

"Eating the librarian!" he answered turning her around and pushing her over the back of a couch.

"Do I get to be as noisy as I want now?" she asked.

"Sure do!" he said and knelt behind her, kissing each ass cheek, once he got into place. 

He grabbed Jane with a hand on each of her lovely ass cheeks, and, leaning in, kissed her ass and kissed his way up her ass crack. Then he dipped his head lower.

While he was in this process, Jane spread her legs as wide as possible to give him access. It was possible to tell exactly the second that his lips and tongue arrived at her vagina, breaching her pussy lips.

"Oh, Ohh, Ohhhh, OHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as he licked at her, ate her and let his clever tongue seek out her clit.

"Yessssss, Ryan!" she moaned, "Anything for Ryan, who does things like that!"

She became wetter and wetter, as he proceeded, until finally she began to urge him:

"Now, Ryan, now, now, nowwwwww!"

He moved into position and plunged his own erection into her pussy. He swung into a rhythm with her and bent over her back. He bit her in the back of the neck.

"Bite me, take me mark me! Make me so much yours that all the world knows it," she crooned to him.

He reached around then and grabbed her by the tits, letting his finger hold and manipulate her stiffened nipples.

"Pinch!" she said urgently, "Pinch them; please, honey, pinch! Yesssssss!"

He pulled her off the couch with her squealing at how effortless it was for him to manipulate her body. It had the effect of having her impaled on his cock. It was finally too much for her and she raced into her orgasm, just before he did.

She wailed her release, and he clutched her to himself, her back to him, still stuck up on his cock that had not wilted yet.

"You'll have the police, woman!" he laughed.

"And I'll suck them off, if you tell me to!" she said back to him over her shoulder.

He let her down then, and she went to her knees in front of him, her eyes steadily on him. 

"I need to help my friend," she said, and took his slimy cock in her hand.

"Good job, pal!" she said, speaking once again to the prick. "Got it all over yourself though, I see. Here, let me help. I can clean you off a bit, give you a bath until we can manage a proper bath. What's that? Oh, you're welcome."

"Come here, looney!" he said and she came up with a wide grin on her face.

"Oh, Ryan," she said molding herself to him, "You came for me. I had thought that maybe I as the fool of Rome, the conquest."

"Well, you are the conquest but certainly not the fool; you're my woman! My librarian!"

"I'll give you my cell number, honey," she said. "That was my own fault."

He moved then and said: "I brought this little gift for you."

"Oh," she said excited, "I love gifts."

She opened the box and squealed, when she saw the pair of panties that she'd worn in Rome, when he went to her bed to make love. But she noticed that they had writing on them. 

He put the towel on the couch for her to sit.

She made a delight sound, when she read what he had written on the panties with a broad calligraphic hand:

First, live with me; when we're ready.

Next, wear my engagement ring, when we're ready.

Then marry me! June, a year from this coming June.

"Oh, Ryan!" she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Yes, to all of it! Just yes!"

She reached her arms up and around his neck, pressing her breasts against him, the nipples hard once more. "I love you, love you!" she said.

"I love you too, Janie," he said.

"Please, please come and live with me soon!"

"I need, we need to talk to Roy," he said. 

"Yes, of course," was her answer to that. 

In the case, the moving in was aided by Roy having found a 'boy friend' with whom he wanted to live. Ryan was certainly willing to move out of their apartment and give the new 'friend' room.

It was a month and a half later that Jane and Ryan used her SUV to move him into her house.

The two of them were sitting at breakfast, not long after he'd moved in. Jane was wearing a white, short silk robe, and Ryan wore pj bottoms.

"I'd like to take you to the annual Sweetheart Ball," he said.

"Oh, honey, that would be so nice," she enthused and got up to cradle his head against her stomach. "I need to buy a dress for that."

"I know," he said, "Roy already said that he wants to help you shop for one."

She laughed, "He does really have good taste; that'll be a treat."

"He's feeling bad that he can't go to the ball but, no one to take and all. Plus, Terry will be out of town that weekend."

She got a bright kind of look on her face and said: "Let's take him, you and me; he'll be our date. It'll be just like it was in Rome."

Ryan laughed, "Great idea! We need to ask him."

They had Roy over the next day and asked him to be their date for the 'Sweetheart Ball'. He loved the idea. 

As it turned out, it was the very buzz of the Sweetheart Ball. The word got around early in the evening that the librarian, the university's very popular but totally demure librarian was going to go to the ball. It was a 'first' in itself. But, the rumor went on, there was more. She, Jane Ward, was going to come as the date of a student. Mouths were agape and people were dying just to see if the rumor was true. Little did they know the full truth of it.




Rescue in Rome



Roy had actually gone shopping with Jane to help pick out a dress, which they had decided they'd keep a secret from Ryan. The dress that they finally decided upon was a floor length white creation, that had a scoop neck to show dŽcolletage, and was extremely tight at the hips and across the butt. Jane had been nervous but Roy was positively insistent:

"You have a world class ass, honey," he'd said, to her giggling, "Let's show it. I want my date to out class everyone there, and with this dress, your boobs and butt, you will."

She kissed him there in the store as a response. When the sales woman asked if they were the 'happy couple', Roy, as flamboyantly as possible said:

"No, we're just girlfriends. She's my brother's love."

The woman was non-plussed and quiet, after learning this. 

Ryan was downstairs at Jane's house, where he'd only just moved in within the past few weeks. Roy was upstairs fiddling with Jane and helping her get ready. 

"We're ready, girl!" Roy said finally. 

She looked in the mirror and almost swooned at how she looked.

"I've always wanted to go to a prom or a ball looking like this," she said, sighing.

"Well, Cinderella, here you are; let's go and dazzle the handsome prince," Roy said.

He went down stairs to where Ryan was waiting.

"Is she ready?" Ryan asked.

"You'd better be ready for this, bro," Roy said. "She looks like she just stepped from the pages of a magazine that shows on the best, loveliest and classiest."

They heard her on the stairs then and Ryan stood with his mouth gaping open. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and smiled at him.

He went to her, took her hand and kissed it. She smiled broadly in appreciation. His eyes were all aglow as he said to her:

"The most beautiful, the classiest and the sexiest woman that I've ever in my life seen!"

"Thank you, sir," she said politely.

Then he had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he went on:

"Janie, Janie, how in heaven's name do I get to be so lucky as to have found you?"

"Blame it on Rome!" she said, as she went into his arms.

"I have a gift for you," he said.

"Why do I need further gifts, when I have you!" was her blushing response.

"Lovely sentiment, sweets," Roy said from across the room, "But give the guy a chance."

"Sorry," Jane said, blushing again.

He gave her an elongated box with a beautiful strand of pearls in it.

"Oh, Ryan, they're so pretty!" she looked up, and went on: "If this keeps up, I'll ruin my makeup."

"Don't you dare, girli," Roy shot at her.

By then she was in Ryan's arms, whispering fervently to him about how much she loved him. She shot Roy an air kiss as she hugged Ryan. Roy returned it. 

They took the ball by storm. Both of the Reeges brothers and their gorgeous 'date'. Roy let all and sundry know that Ryan and Jane came as a couple and they'd asked him to come as their date. It was outrageous and everyone loved it. The crowd at the ball was simply blown away by the coming out of the librarian.

There were various members of the university wrestling team there and many of them came forward to claim a dance with Ryan's lady. Jane was pleased with all of it.

She danced, in the middle of the event, a lovely slow dance with Ryan, with her head against his shoulder.

"I love you, Ryan," she said. Then she added: "And we're on track."

"On track?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "With the schedule on the panties."

Ryan chuckled and said: "So we are; I have moved in. We're on schedule. Wonderful, isn't it?"

"Completely!" she said. "There are other things that I want too."

He looked at her and said: "What? Anything, beautiful lady."

"I want you home from your workout sweaty one day soon. I have a date with my friend, when he's sweaty, and remember your armpits," she whispered.

He laughed, and said: "It's like I said, anything, beautiful lady. But look at this. Here we are at the classiest event in the university's year and my future wife is talking about my sweaty armpits and her friend, my penis, when he's sweaty."

"Ryan," she whispered, "You can say 'cock' to me; I don't mind."

"Incorrigible!" he said.

"Completely!" was her answer. 

When they got back to the table, Roy wanted to know what all the whispering was about. Jane blushed furiously, as Ryan told him, what she'd been talking about.

"Well," Roy said, "I can see that Rome wasn't a total waste."

The End.