A-Cup Angst Ch. 12

The endless trouncing he inflicted upon her, regardless of which game they played, drained her and she dozed off just after midnight. Jamie gently scooped her up and put her to bed. Shortly after that, he went to sleep himself.

On Saturday, Jamie got up early and had a big breakfast. He noted his mother was asleep and guessed she had gotten in very early this morning. He was eager to get to work on the birthday gift and left for the former shed, that was now the workshop, still holding his bowl of cereal. The former barn he had converted to a garage for their cars. Jamie got to work. He soon lost himself in the simple joy of creating something. He worked out little kinks and problems as they presented themselves. His mother brought him lunch which he munched on, absentmindedly.

By sundown, he had a working briefcase computer on his hands, but he was not happy with it. He had installed a lot of steampunk-esque bells and whistles, like the keyboard and a faux-metal ball for a mouse, but it didn't look very nice. It didn't look used, or vintage. It looked like it had been cobbled together by a teenager in a shed. Surprisingly functional, but unsurprisingly ugly. Jamie had never had an eye for the aesthetic side of things. He had always been more interested in the functionality of things.

Now, he was faced with something that was meant to be pretty as well and he had no idea how to accomplish that. After half an hour of just staring at it, he got up and drove into town. He had seen many vintage things in Aldo's shop and he hoped to find an answer in the window there.

When he got to the shop, he was surprised to find the light on. He looked in the window and saw Aldo working on an old turntable. Jamie knocked on the door. Aldo looked up, adjusted his glasses and waved him in. "Good evening," Jamie said.

"Good evening," Aldo said. "No refunds."

Jamie chuckled and said, "I am not here to claim a refund. I need advice."

Aldo kept tinkering with the engine of the turntable for a minute more, before saying, "What do you need advice on, young man? I'm busy, can't you see?" As Aldo turned around to rummage through his toolbox, Jamie focused on the broken record player and used the Force to properly reconnect the inducer. All the parts were in place already. Jamie wound up the handle and the turntable began to work. Aldo looked at the thing in wonder. Jamie leaned over Aldo and retrieved the necessary tool from the toolbox and adjusted the settings for the turntable's rpm selection switch.

Aldo got up and went through a door in the back of the shop. He came back with a few records in paper sleeves and set them on the record player to test out its rpm settings. Jamie took the chance to retrieve the briefcase computer from the trunk of his car. After about fifteen minutes of testing, Aldo stopped the turntable and nodded at Jamie. "You know your way around these things, young man," he said, sounding impressed. He held out his hand. "I am Aldo Domenico. Restoration and repairs."

Jamie shook the older man's hand and said, "Jamie Benson. Listen, I've made this computer and I want it to be pretty." He pointed towards the record player and some other vintage appliances around the shop. "Like these things. But I don't know how to do it. I just don't have the knack for it. Could you help me?"

Aldo gestured and Jamie opened up the briefcase and showed it to him. Aldo grunted in appreciation of the case. He picked it up and his brow rose in surprise. "So light," he said.

"Yes, it's a very light, but durable composite, just painted over to look like wood," Jamie said. "Can you help me make it pretty? I'll do all the work, I just need you to show me how. I have an idea how it's supposed to look, but I don't have a vision on how to make it work. If you know what I mean?"

Aldo looked deep in thought and then started nodding to himself. "Yes," he said to himself, "steampunk. Some felt here, some brass details there... We can do it!" He tossed an apron at Jamie and said, "Here, put this on!"

"Oh," Jamie said, "well, I didn't mean-"

"Stop talking and get to work, young man," Aldo said, "we've got a lot of work to do tonight so this is ready to be given to Alessandra tomorrow."

"What," Jamie asked. "How do you know that..."

Aldo snorted dismissively. "Please," he said. "Alessandra is a very pretty girl and this city missed her while she had been away at boarding school. Everyone is interested in what she does." Aldo opened a drawer and took out some felt. "And who she likes." Aldo rummaged around another drawer and found some brass plaques. "Not that anyone needs to pay special attention to notice her feelings for you. Not very subtle, is she?"

Jamie winced in agreement. Alessandra had been polite in her courtship of him, but she was neither subtle nor ambiguous about it. He had honestly felt like she would have jumped his bones, on the spot, if he had even so much as hugged her first.

"Lucky you," Aldo said.

Jamie made no comment as he realized then that he didn't know how and when she had become a Syndicate hostage, or how long she had been there. Aldo mentioned boarding school and Jamie got a sinking feeling deep in his gut. "How long was she away at school?"

Aldo paused from taking measurements and thought about it. "Three," he said. "No, wait! Two and a half years." He nodded to himself and got back to work. "I never could understand why Laura had sent Alessandra away so soon after her husband died. She loved that girl to pieces and then... Oh, well. Why don't the two of us get to work and stop gossiping?"

Jamie nodded and got to work. He felt really stupid and crass for having kept the Rossi girls at arm's length at all times and never having thought about what they must have gone through. Aldo and he worked together for an hour and a half to transform the computer into something beautiful. During that time, Jamie nonchalantly asked about how the former mister Rossi had died and learned it had been in a car accident. He decided to investigate it, someday.

When they finished their work, Jamie thanked Aldo for his much appreciated input. He couldn't have done it himself. He just didn't have the eye for it and the Force could only tell him how to shape and fasten the decorative trimmings, it could not give him a vision of what it should look like in the first place. Aldo glanced at the multitude of clocks that lined the walls of his shop and said, "It's late. I'm locking up and going home. You have fun at the Rossis' tomorrow."

"How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing," Aldo said. "Forget about it. Come back on Monday and tell me how it went."

Aldo refused Jamie's repeated offers of payment and shoved him out of his shop as he turned off the lights and locked it up. Jamie promised to come back on Monday. Aldo walked down the street and waved without looking back. Jamie smiled and went home.

On Sunday morning, Jamie took a shower and made himself presentable. He dressed in thick, black jeans, a plain, white T-shirt, and black turtleneck and wore a sports jacket over it. He drove over to the street that ran next to the trattoria and parked. He walked down the back alley, past the kitchen doors and rang the bell at the private entrance to casa Rossi. He sensed excitement coming from within and heard the muffled roar of someone running down the wooden staircase to the door.

Alessandra answered the door with a wide smile on her cute face. "Happy birthday," Jamie said, his voice trailing off as he noticed what she was wearing. She was encased in a red dress that hugged her skinny, but curvy, form like a second skin. It was so thin that Jamie could plainly see she wasn't wearing anything under it. The wide straps of the dress were wrapped around her shoulders, but not running over them. The top halves of her round tits were hanging out over the top of the dress, making her look like her whole breasts would spill out if she took too deep a breath. Her nipples stuck out visibly and seemed like the only things that were still holding the thing up.

Alessandra took a few seconds to bask in Jamie's stunned expression before she moved in close and hugged him tight. "I'm so glad you came," she whispered into his ear.

"Uh, yeah," Jamie stammered, "me too." He stepped back with one foot and angled his pelvis so his swelling cock wouldn't touch her thighs.

"But it's not my birthday," she said, still trying to crush herself against him.

"It's not," he asked.

"No, it's my name day," she said. "I was named for saint Alexander Sauli and today is his feast!" Jamie looked at her blankly. "It's like another birthday, only it commemorates eighteen years since I was baptized, not born. My actual birthday was in the spring, a few weeks after you had saved me. We had a really big party in the square."

She let go of him and turned around to lead him up the steep, creaky staircase to the residence above the trattoria. Her ass was swaying right in front of Jamie's nose and he didn't have to even look to be able to tell she really wasn't wearing any kind of underwear. "Well, that does it," Jamie thought to himself, "I am so getting myself a girlfriend. The sooner, the better." He let his eyes linger on her firm, swaying ass for the rest of the climb before he again decided against messing around with the Rossi girls. "Don't shit where you eat," he thought to himself. There were dozens of pretty girls in this town alone that were age appropriate for him and not his mother's best friend, or her daughter.

At the top of the stairs, Laura awaited them and wasted no time to wrap her arms around Jamie and squish her tits against his chest. She was wearing a slinky, dark dress with spaghetti straps and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra either. "Welcome, Jamie," she said into his shoulder, "I'm so glad to see you!"

"Yes, um, thank you," Jamie said, still nervously trying to keep his boner from being felt by a woman's thigh. "I'm happy to be here."

"Come, come," Laura said and led him to the table, "let's sit! I've made some special treats for us today." She took his coat and hung it up.

Alessandra pointed to Jamie's briefcase and said, "Look, Mamma, Jamie brought a briefcase!"

"Oooh," Laura commented. "What's inside it? Any secret documents?"

"No," Jamie said, chuckling. "Actually, it was going to be my birthday present for you, Alessandra. Now that I know it's not your birthday, today, can I give it to you as a name day present?" He held it out for her and she took it, eagerly nodding her head yes in response to his question.

"Oh, thank you so much," she said and felt the weight of it in her hand. "It's a bit heavy, though."

"Alessandra," Laura admonished her. "We don't complain about gifts!"

"No, no, it's alright," Jamie said, smiling. "You should really open it, though."

Alessandra set the briefcase on the dining table and flipped open the locks. She opened it and gasped. Jamie couldn't help but grin at how both women gaped at the gift. Their eyes went wide as they took in the elaborate detail on the brass finish and trim. Alessandra's fingers ran over the felt and leather handrests below the typewriter keyboard and the mouse ball. The screen came alive as the operating system loaded. Both women oohed in admiration.

"It's beautiful," Alessandra said.

"It really is," Laura agreed. "And too much! This must have cost you a lot of money."

"No, no, no," Jamie said, "it hardly cost me anything. I made it myself and I got all the parts cheaply."

"You made this," Alessandra asked in astonishment.

Jamie nodded affirmatively and said, "And it won't switch off every now and then like the one you have now. I've made sure of that."

Alessandra again hugged him, pressing her firm titties against his chest. "Thank you," she said into his shoulder, "thank you so much! It's so beautiful! And special! It's the best gift ever!" Jamie laughed at her delight and hugged her back, still mindful of any contact between their pelvises.

"You're more than welcome, Alessandra," he said. "Happy name day!"

After Alessandra finally stopped hugging him, Laura got them both to sit down and brought dish after dish from the kitchen and set it on the table. Jamie looked around the house and said, "When are the others getting here?"

"What others," Alessandra asked.

Jamie felt sad that the girl apparently had no one else to invite to her party. He surmised it was yet another consequence of her long imprisonment and felt really bad for her. He also felt stupid for having opened his mouth before he thought. Alessandra kept looking at him expectantly and Jamie strived to find a way to dig himself out of the faux-pas he had committed.

Laura brought the last of the many tasty looking dishes to the table and sat down. "Name day parties are considered passé nowadays," she said. "This is more of a private tradition that the two of us observe ever since the apostle of Corsica had answered my prayers when Alessandra had been just three months old. In return for the apostle's assistance, I named her after him and had her baptized and we have celebrated his name day feast every year since." She poured three glasses of Chianti and handed one to Jamie and one to her daughter. "And, of course, this year it's also a chance to break bread with our favorite young man in the whole wide world. To Jamie!"

"To Jamie," Alessandra seconded and clinked her glass with her mother. They both sipped from their glasses, smiling at him the whole time.

"To me," Jamie said and took a sip himself. He decided not to ask what she had been praying for eighteen years ago.

"Well, dig in, dig in, don't be shy," Laura urged. She and Alessandra began putting more and more food on Jamie's plate. He smiled and dug in, making a mental note to take up jogging or coal mining.

They spent an hour enjoying the many dishes Laura had made and making small talk. Jamie complimented Laura's cooking and she was quick to point out that Alessandra had helped with many of them. The girls complimented him on the beauty of the laptop many times over and thanked him for it.

Finally, they ran out of small talk and each of them had had their fill of food. Laura poured three fresh glasses of Chianti for them and said, "You know, Jamie, I have heard about a custom among the Indians of America where, if you save someone's life, you are responsible for their well-being from then on."

Jamie's brow drew down and his eyes glazed over as he looked off into the distance. Laura had just reminded him of Mara, who had used that argument more than once to try and get him to bed her again. He sighed. He missed her. He missed the way her giant, blue eyes used to look at him, like he was a messiah or something. And those thick, luscious lips... If he ran into Mara on his way home from the Rossis, he'd get her to give him a blowjob. But Mara was thousands of miles away from here, probably blowing her boyfriend at that very moment. "Or eating out her girlfriend," Jamie thought to himself. It was possible, she had responded very well when he had brought her to his slaves.

He focused on the here and now and said to Laura, "Oh, that's an overrated custom. I doubt anybody ever did it in the first place and, even if they did, it's long extinct nowadays."

"Well, be that as it may," Laura said, "I think you're not the kind of man that does things half-way. You look to me like someone who sees things through." She ran her hand over the computer. "As evidenced by this lovely gift you brought."

"Um, yes," Jamie said. "I guess." He sensed Alessandra becoming very nervous and looked at her. Her cheeks blushed a bit, but that could have been from the wine she was sipping. The saucy grin she was showing him could be just from the wine, too. "Why do you say that?"

"Well," Laura said and looked him in the eye, "you have done so much for us already and I feel comfortable asking you for this favor. But only you."

Jamie cleared his throat and sat up in his chair. This sounded serious. "Anything I can do for you," he said, "just ask." He sensed Alessandra become embarrassed and scared. Her face showed none of it as she kept smiling warmly at him.

"You see, Jamie," Laura said, "us Rossi women have a bit of a problem with our pussies."

Jamie froze. "I did not just hear that," he thought to himself. "She did not just say that! There must be something wrong with the Italian she had taught me." He knew she wasn't talking about a pussycat as she was allergic to cats.

"You see, we have a very strong sex drive and it can, at times, overwhelm all sense of logic and reason," Laura said, matter-of-factly. Jamie stared at her in slack-jawed shock. "When I had been a teenager, I raised so much trouble for my poor grandmother... Oh, I was just terrible. When I had turned eighteen and Gran could no longer send the cops to retrieve me I started getting into some real trouble. But I got very, very lucky, because I wound up with a beautiful daughter." The two girls smiled at one another and giggled, holding hands over the table. "Now that you've brought us back together, our hearts are made whole and the nightmare is behind us, but a new nightmare might come up. You see, her pussy has started driving her wild with lust. There is no cure, except for a good, hard cock. The memory of the horrible experience of her capture had managed to keep her pussy at bay, for now, but I live in constant fear of the moment when that will not be enough anymore. That's what we need your help with, Jamie. We need you to help keep Alessandra safe. We need you to fuck my daughter's pussy into submission so it doesn't make her do any crazy, self-destructive things. We need you."

Jamie had been staring at Laura during her whole speech as his brain kept firing off error messages. He couldn't believe his own ears. This was something that would be rejected from the Penthouse forum as too crazy and fantastic and yet his ears insisted that's exactly what was being said. A gorgeous, italian woman was asking him to fuck her daughter. She was all but begging him for it. Jamie did the only thing he could in his state of utter disbelief. He barked out a soft, "What?!"

"Alessandra wants you to fuck her pussy," Laura said, squeezing her daughter's hand. Alessandra blushed some more and took a big gulp of her wine. Jamie could sense the girl was consumed by a multitude of emotions. Embarrassment was first and foremost, but the lust and desire that he had always felt coming from her were still there. And there was fear. Fear was bubbling up inside of her and gripping her. "She needs it. She had never before been fucked and they've kept her from losing her virginity. They were threatening to sacrifice it when she turned eighteen so they could..." Laura blinked back her tears and cleared her throat before taking a big gulp of wine. "Fortunately, you had saved her weeks before they could go through with it."

Jamie's brain rebooted as he was being told that not only was a spectacular MILF begging him to fuck her super cute daughter, she was also begging him to deflower the girl. The remnants of the misogyny his father had tried to instill into him reared up their ugly head and called bullshit on the statement of virginity. Jamie beat the nonsense down and sensed the fear in Alessandra's mind growing. He realized what it was. It was the fear of the unknown. The girl had truly been a virgin and as much as she craved sex, she was scared of it, too. Jamie sensed the fear that she might be rejected was rising, along with the fear that she might be found unsatisfactory in bed. He wanted to hug her and kiss those silly fears away.

A small voice in the back of his mind told him that this whole thing was a bad idea. These women knew who he was, even if they didn't know his real last name. If something went wrong, if he wound up breaking the girl's heart, a call could be made in anger and there would be trouble for all of them.