TINKLE BELL

When my parents first informed me that we would soon be having a foreign exchange student coming to live with us, I wasn't too terribly excited by the idea. Being an only child, I was somewhat accustomed to having my own space, though "Bella" as I soon found out her name would of course have her room. The house was certainly big enough, almost a small estate situated on well-manicured grounds, outdoor pool, Jacuzzi, and garden area that my parents had formed into a small maze. It was something I had enjoyed running around in as a small child. Now it was more decorative than anything. Back then it was taller than I was. Now...at my height of just under six feet, it was two feet shorter than I was. Still, it did bring back many a fond memory of the times I had spent in it pretending to be lost, sometimes purposely hiding out in it until my mother came looking for me.

I had wandered out there now, sitting on the small bench directly located in the middle of the maze. My folks had gone to the airport to pick Bella up while I waited for their return. I had also been given to understand, that she was three years older than I was, at twenty-four, I likewise had to wonder if she would see me as more of an adolescent than an equal, even with the minor age difference. Being Italian, I likewise had to wonder if we'd get along all that well, especially since I didn't speak a single word of Italian myself, and though she spoke reasonably good English from what I was given to understand, it was just one more obstacle I felt would keep the two of us from getting along very easily.

I couldn't have been more mistaken. And I also wondered afterward if my very open-minded parents weren't well aware of that when they'd decided to bring her in to live with us for a time. I'd even reached the conclusion long after they had, that perhaps Bella had indeed been some sort of a gift in a way. Her more mature outlook on life, her experience and intellect in things I hadn't as yet experienced myself, paved the way for some much needed tutoring in other areas.

You see...though I wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the female anatomy, I still at twenty-one, wore the label of "virgin". Not that I wanted to remain one, but so far I hadn't as yet found a woman that I honestly felt like I wanted to share that first time experience with. I was plenty experienced in other ways of course, and had been content with that, up until now at least. When I heard the car pulling into the circular driveway in front of the house, I took a few short cuts, hopping the hedge where I could and then made my way over to the front of the house. My parents and Bella just then getting out as dad began off-loading all her luggage from the trunk of the car.

Needless to say, she was gorgeous!

She too was tall, nearly as tall as I was from the looks of it. With an olive complexion, dark shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes which were offset by a perfectly oval shaped face. She had full lips, which were accented with a rosy red lipstick. She looked to me like a very young version of a Gina Lollobrigida, especially when I then got a pretty good look at her magnificent full breasts as she leaned forward to pick up one of her suitcases. Though encased in what appeared to be a lacy red bra, the fullness of them threatened to spill out as she leaned forward.

"Here, let me," I said just then reaching her, catching a smile from mom in appreciation of that as she then introduced me to her.

"Bella? This is our son David. David? This is of course Bella. Bella Risso."

"Nice to meet you Bella," I said speaking slowly, though she laughed hearing my attempt to pronounce my words succinctly.

She responded back with a very sexy sounding Italian accent yes, but her English if anything was even more fluid sounding than my own. "English is my second language," she informed me as she allowed me to pick up a couple of her bags as we now all followed dad inside the house. "French, German, as well as Dutch, and even a little Chinese, which I'm still learning to speak, and of course...It-al-ian," she said pronouncing that in what was obviously an attempt at humor, as she broke up the syllables, purposely, laying on an even thicker accent much to everyone's amusement.

We had soon deposited her luggage inside her room as mom quickly pointed out a few of the amenities, including her own bathroom of course. "Well, we'll leave the two of you to get acquainted with one another, and settled in a bit. Dinner will be at six-thirty out on the patio. I'll expect David to give you a brief tour of the house and grounds so you can better familiarize yourself with the place," mom finished. And then she and dad stepped out, closing the door behind them as they left.

I felt momentarily awkward, alone with her like this as she opened one of her suitcases there on the bed, obviously intending to change into something else other than what she was wearing. I saw that as my cue to leave too. "I'll ah...just be downstairs, come get me when you've finished dressing, and I'll show you around," I told her, and then made to walk over to the door.

"No need to leave," she informed me, "only take me a second here," she added. Then much to my surprise, she reached down pulling the blouse she had been wearing up and over her head, now standing there in that same lacy-red bra I had caught a glimpse of earlier. But it didn't end there either. Reaching around, she deftly undid the clasp on her bra, allowing it to fall away from her breasts, even as she tossed it off to one side there on the bed, reaching inside her suitcase and retrieving what appeared to be a rather form-fitting tank top, setting that off to one side for a moment as she began undoing the somewhat dressy looking slacks she was wearing.

"Ah...maybe I should wait, just outside at least," I stammered blushing a bit. Surprised that I was, surprised at my reaction to her, though she then turned, already shoving her slacks down off her feet, smiling, and then laughing a bit.

"I'm sorry...have I embarrassed you?" She asked. "I keep forgetting that you American's are a bit more inhibited when it comes to nudity here. In France, I've become accustomed to spending time on the beaches entirely naked, along with everyone else. After a while perhaps, it simply becomes second nature. I guess I need to remember that while I'm here."

"Yeah, maybe you better," I informed her then, though I made no further effort to leave the room either. "I think dad might enjoy your more European outlook on life, but I'm not too sure how mom might take it, even as open-minded as she is in comparison with everyone else I know."

Once again she laughed, though she continued on with her undressing, now standing there in front of me with nothing more than a very skimpy looking thong on, which even then barely covered the obvious full pair of lips between her legs. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from that, which then of course, were drawn right back to her still bare breasts again.

I had known her for less than fifteen minutes, and already I had seen her naked, or nearly so anyway, save for a thin piece of material barely covering her pussy. She had the darkest set of nipples I had ever seen, far darker than her normal skin tone, areolas the size of silver dollars, twin little spikes that stood up proud and erect as she stood there, though she soon slipped her tight form-fitting tank top over them, covering them up. Even then, I could still see the somewhat darker color of her nipples showing through. Slipping into a pair of likewise tight form-fitting shorts, which barely even covered her near perfect ass-cheeks, she then took my hand pulling me back out into the hallway again. Barefoot, she simply said. "Lead the way...show me around," and then stood patiently waiting for me to do so. Her hand felt good in mine as we slowly descended the stairs together.

There was no doubt about it. Having Bella staying here, was apt to prove interesting