1. A painter’s apprentice (chapter 1-6)


    Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Lesbian, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Artemis108, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    rid of her.” Lorenzo silenced her with a dismissive wave of his hand and continued to admire his creation. “Lucca Gavarazzi… Lucca was the name of my father’s dog when I was a boy. Gavarazzi is the surname of the man who killed Lucca with a hayfork for stealing his chickens. My father avenged Lucca by bashing his teeth in! Lucca Gavarazzi... Lucca Gavarazzi… It has a nice ring to it don’t you think, Lucca?” Some things uttered by Lorenzo were so baffling she thought it was best not to try wrapping her mind around them. She decided she wouldn’t question it. “Yes,” she agreed. “Very nice.” She half hoped that it was the wine speaking. She wondered if even god knew the mechanisms of Lorenzo’s mind, much less how they clinked together to conceive a masterpiece. A young man she’d never seen before had accompanied Lorenzo. He stood unassumingly at his side. There was a quiet stillness to his character that had caused her not to notice him at first. She now focused her attention to him and studied him furtively. His smile seemed approachable and honest. When he and Mesalina looked at each other she could sense a distinct camaraderie. She concluded that she trusted him. His features were mild, and when she studied his eyes they betrayed and unusual melancholy. “I’ll just tell my apprentices and my visitors that Lucca here is my bastard son!” declared Lorenzo. “What do you think of that?” She couldn’t tell whom he had directed his question at. She let her eyes drift towards Severina ...
    and instantly regretted it. When she saw the loathing in her eyes she swore she could feel her blood chill. Lorenzo’s bastard? Why did Lorenzo say things like that? She couldn’t decide whether Lorenzo was being deliberately cruel of he was genuinely oblivious to his wife’s feelings. Neither would have surprised her. “Lucrezia-” she Mesalina. “You mean Lucca.” Lorenzo interjected. “Lucca… This is Sergio. He’s Lorenzo’s most experienced apprentice. He’s in on our secret but he’s trustworthy.” “Sergio is going to show you what your responsibilities are around here and make sure that you know what’s expected of you. He’s my most experienced and my most gifted! Spend enough time around Sergio and he just may make an artist of you, little bastard! Then you just might be good enough for Vitellino ’s cathedral!” His last remark instantaneously snapped her mind to alertness. Was he referring to her confession that she’d worshipped him since childhood? Was he suggesting that she could be an artist like Lorenzo? She studied him with frightening intensity, searching for the smallest hint, but he betrayed none. “A woman artist! Just imagine!” She continued her desperate attempt to read him for the slightest clue. Was he dismissing the idea as a joke? Or did he actually want her to imagine it? “There’s a broom in the corner, little bastard. You know what it’s for, I’m sure!” She retrieved the broom and quickly lost herself in the task, still struggling to absorb all that had happened to ...
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