EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION, part 1 (Patreon)

Rome, la Città Eterna, home of goddesses and gods, woke up that mid-September morning under a gentle rain. Several tourists, eager for photographs and protected by hoods and umbrellas, were already walking around the city, immortalizing the sunrise at the Coliseum, the Ancient Forums and the Saint Peter’s Basilica. Some Japanese had stopped at Ponte Sisto to take pictures of the rain falling on the Tiber, the raindrops dimpling the water of the river like pebbles thrown across its surface, when a pair of heels resonated on the stone of the bridge.

Under her umbrella, Alessia Bianchi looked at the group of tourists and smiled—most of them were men, which meant veneration. For a woman so seductive and overwhelming in terms of sex appeal, male attention were the nutrients of an ego hidden under thick layers of charisma. But as she crossed paths with the Japanese, the female tourists in the group looked at her as well. Alessia immediately felt the resentment focused on her figure and face, and couldn’t help but lick her lips as she enjoyed the jealousy.

Bursting with pride and energy, Alessia took her steps towards Via Giulia. She sidestepped another group of tourists and headed to the liceo where she worked as a teacher. Her jet-black hair, beautifully straight and lustrous, swayed in the damp air, framing a beautiful face with big brown eyes and full red lips that exuded Mediterranean beauty from all quarters. Her body was up to the standards that such a gorgeous facial features demanded with a slender and curvaceous build, Alessia’s figure benevolently generous where a woman’s body should be: breasts, butt and legs.

In the middle of the street, Alessia arrived at the Liceo Virgilio, where today she was beginning her second year as a Literature teacher. The last course had been a pleasant experience with the students, and she could not wait to greet them again. Closing her umbrella, the beautiful brunette entered the old building, the noise of the morning rain sounding now distant beyond its thick walls.

The voices from the teachers’ room came then to her ears. Alessia recognized Mario’s deep voice, Alfredo’s Spanish accent, Giorgia’s contagious laugh—her colleagues were happy to meet each other again, so she accelerated the steps to join the reunion. However, someone stopped her.

“SignorinaBianchi!” Recognizing the voice, Alessia turned around with a wide smile on her beautiful face. Stefano Rossi, the director of the liceo, was approaching her with long strides. “It’s nice to have you around again, tesoro.”

“It’s a pleasure, signorRossi.” Alessia gently hugged the man. “How was your summer vacation?”

“Well, my wife and I were at a spa in Norway. There were these mud baths that…” Stefano got distracted, looking past Alessia. The brunette beauty then heard a few steps behind her as the director started to smile. “Oh, signorina Bianchi, I’d like to introduce you to our new Geography teacher.”

Alessia turned around, and a gasp of surprise drowned in her throat. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was in front of a woman who might as well have been her long-lost twin—leggy, busty and dark-haired, the new teacher was another ideal model of Mediterranean beauty, a muse with piercing brown eyes and a confident attitude for who many would lose their heads.

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Choosen by Taeen159. Words: 553 words.

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