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

    she was mortified. She prayed that Mesalina hadn’t noticed. All Mesalina had done was wash her because she couldn’t wash herself. It seemed innocent enough. She just wanted to help. Yet it made her want to be touched in all the wrong places. She avoided Mesalina’s eyes. What would she think? She’d be disgusted with her if she knew. How disastrous that would be… If she disgusted Mesalina. As she thought of Mesalina’s bright brilliant eyes, and her kindness, she realized with great perplexity how much she wanted Mesalina to like her… To approve of her… She just wanted to please her. Lucrezia looked up shyly and saw no judgment in her eyes. Her hands and her face were reassuring. But to her slight apprehension something in her smile seemed knowing. “Well at least you scrubbed the manure off.” Said Severina approvingly as she approached. “What did you say was your given name, little servant?” She asked with smug distain. “Lucrezia.” Severina wrinkled her nose snidely. “Just Lucrezia?” She nodded meekly. “Rootless little loafer, this one.” Like most peasants, Lucrezia’s lineage didn’t have the honor of being traced by a distinguished family name. On rare occasions her father called himself Jacopo Della Rizzi, indicating his home village of Rizzi, but only when he felt it necessary. Lucrezia had never needed to distinguish herself as anything but simply Lucrezia. “The Sacci were nobles as far as they can be traced. My name is Severina Adami Sacci. Adami is one of the oldest names ...
    in my home city of molti stalloni. This little gutter-bitch doesn’t even have surname!” She caught herself wondering what she would choose as a surname if the need arose, when a haughty Severina brayed, “It’s up to my husband if you can stay. I’ve told him you were here and he wants to see you now.” They supported her as she walked and led her to a man sprawled out in an embroidered armchair. There were several empty wine bottles scattered around the floor. He smelled like liquor and sweat. His face glistened with snot. His swollen eyes were closed, and he breathed in a rumbling snore. His shirt was open around his barrel shaped chest. She suppressed an appalled gasp to discover that his trousers were unbuttoned and he lay carelessly exposed. She couldn’t quite hold back her disgust. To her he seemed entirely comatose. Suddenly he opened his mouth and a curt voice startled her. “Bring her closer,” he barked. She stepped anxiously nearer. “Lucrezia, this is Lorenzo Sacci,” said Mesalina. “He’s a painter.” “One of the greatest painters in Tuscany!” said Severina straightening herself with dignified pride. Mesalina snorted sardonically and remarked under her breath, “He’s no Botticelli, but he’s good enough for vitellino’s cathedral.” Lorenzo seemed not to notice either of them but Mesalina’s remark had hit her like lead. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She struggled to wrap her head around this new revelation: This was the man who painted the altarpiece. ...
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