EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION, part 1 (Patreon)

Since I was not happy with the beginning of the previous version of this story, this replaces the previous one. Enjoy!

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Rome, la Città Eterna, home of goddesses and gods, woke up that mid-September morning under a gentle rain. Even at such an early hour, there were already crowds of eager tourists, protected by hoods and umbrellas, exploring the city. Next to beautiful church façades and sculptures of bygone times, to columns praising victories and charming squares, people from every corner of the world posed with wide smiles on their faces in front of cameras and cell phones to remember forever their vacation, and a delicious, appetizing smell was already coming out of the cafeterias to bring them all and in the pleasure of a good coffee bind them.

In those same streets, a curvaceous woman wrapped in a long coat and wearing tight jeans walked under a large black umbrella that hid part of her pretty face, only her plump lips painted in red in sight. Alessia Bianchi was smiling with her usual seductive half smile as she was trying to guess where each group of tourists was coming from. She had already spotted Koreans, Germans, Spaniards, Argentinians and French-speaking Canadians, and now she was trying to deduce from which part of Africa the attractive couple walking on the other side of the street came from—by the accent, she was betting on Nigeria. During her wild university days, she had enjoyed an open sexuality, and had lost count of the men she had had slept with, in Rome, in Italy or on her numerous trips abroad. Although Alessia now had a reputable career and a more restrained sex life, she still found it amusing that she could guess whether someone was from one country or another by the memory of an old sex conquest.

As she arrived at Ponte Sisto, Alessia spotted a large group of Japanese tourists taking pictures of rain falling on the Tiber, the raindrops dimpling the water of the river like pebbles thrown across its surface. As her pair of heels resonated on the stone of the bridge, she saw out of the corner of her eye a couple of the men turning and photographing her with unsuccessful disguise. At that same hour, many tourists would be immortalizing the sunrise at the Coliseum, the Ancient Forums or the Saint Peter’s Basilica, but very few would have the pleasure of returning home with a couple of shots of that gorgeous female. Purposefully, Alessia swayed her jet-black hair, exquisitely curly and lustrous, in the damp air, and the click of a camera sounded as it captured the seductive moment. Another tourist managed to capture Alessia’s gorgeous face under the umbrella with his cell phone, encapsulating forever the woman’s big brown eyes, small nose and full red lips—everything exuded Mediterranean beauty from all quarters. Everyone on the bridge could clearly see that Alessia’s smoothly tanned body was up to the standards that such a stunning facial features demanded with a slender and curvaceous build, her figure benevolently generous where a feminine body should be: breasts, butt, hips and legs.

Of course, Alessia didn’t mind being photographed and watched at all, given the sky-high ego she’d had since her body had exquisitely blossomed in her teens. As she walked past the Japanese tourists, she could not help but glance over her shoulder and, raising her umbrella slightly, give the most seductive of glances to them. She knew that the men in the group already revered her, and that the few women in the group who were immune to her charms already hated her guts. For a beauty as seductive and overwhelming as Alessia was in terms of sex appeal, the positive and negative attentions were equally nourishing, regardless of whether those who looked at her figure and face did so with pleasure or jealousy.

Licking her lips and bursting with arrogance and energy, Alessia took her steps towards Via Giulia. She sidestepped another group of tourists and, in the middle of the street, arrived at the Liceo Virgilio, where that day 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. The beautiful brunette entered the old building, closing her umbrella and taking off her jacket to reveal her tight-fitting light blue sweater as the noise of the morning rain sounding now distant beyond its thick walls.

Then, 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 you definitely have to try. It leaves your skin looking great,” Stefano said just before taking a good look at Alessia “Although a young woman like you doesn’t need that, let’s admit it.”

“Oh, signor Rossi, you always so flattering,” Alessia almost murmured with a devastating charm that made the older man blush slightly.

“Well, I…” Stefano got distracted, looking past Alessia. The brunette beauty then heard a few steps behind her as the director started to smile. “Oh, signorinaBianchi, allow me a moment to proudly introduce you to our latest incorporation to the liceo,” he stated with a certain grandiloquence and a special gleam in his eyes. “I’d like to introduce you to our new Geography teacher.”

Alessia turned around, and a gasp of surprise drowned in her throat. For a second she seriously thought that someone had placed a mirror in the hallway to play a prank on her because, suddenly and out of nowhere, she found herself in front of a woman who might as well have been her long-lost twin—with a precious brown-eyed face, soft tanned skin and dark hair, the new teacher looked like another ideal model of Mediterranean beauty, a muse with a piercing gaze and a confident attitude for who many would lose their heads.

“This is Martina Mazzi,” Stefano said. “Signorina Mazzi, it’s a pleasure to introduce you to Alessia Bianchi, our Literature teacher.”

Confused by the unexpected situation, Alessia took five, six seconds to react—an eternity. Unsure of what to do, she extended her hand forward, toward that brunette who seemed to have escaped from a reflection of a street puddle to follow her to the liceo. In front of her, Martina’s eyes shone with a certain awkwardness before accepting the greeting. The handshake was short, shy, and Alessia noticed some kind of electricity in their hands, even.

“Nice to meet you, ProfessoressaBianchi.” Martina’s voice was soft, feminine—as much as Alessia’s was.

“Likewise, Professoressa Mazzi.” The formality with which Martina referred to her did not go unnoticed by Alessia, so she decided to respond in kind.

“SignorinaMazzi is from Naples, but she just moved to Rome,” Stefano commented. “She’s come highly recommended by her former colleagues.”

“I see,” Alessia nodded, taking a better look at the other pretty teacher. At that moment she realized that she had let herself be carried away by the first impression. Certainly, they both looked a lot alike, but they were far from twins. True, they possessed the same beautiful facial features, with large brown eyes, delicate noses and thick lips, but it was impossible to confuse one woman with another once someone got a good look. Their jet-black hair fell in strands—Alessia’s curls against Martina’s straight hair—down to their breasts, and that was where Alessia found it hardest to see any difference between the other woman and herself, as the other brunette’s boobs looked exactly like her own pair in size and shape, at least under the warm and constricted red sweater that Martina wore. Not that Alessia was overly busty, but her nice full B-cup bust was reflected in the Neapolitan teacher’s torso to perfection, as was the rest of her slender and graceful wide-hipped, long-legged body. Martina clearly matched Alessia’s one-meter seventy-five height centimeter to centimeter, and the Literature teacher could certainly swear that the other woman was equaling her weight kilo for kilo as well. Extraordinary and astonishing, the two females seemed made to measure for each other, and Alessia, with all its indomitable, stubborn ego, certainly didn’t like that at all.

“Have you been working at this liceo for long, Professoressa Bianchi?” Martina finally asked after what seemed like an hour.

“This will be my second year,” Alessia said. “I was previously in another liceo, in the suburbs.”

“Signorina Bianchi is one of our best teachers,” Stefano added. “The truth is that she has quickly won everyone’s heart here, both students and teachers.”

“Aha…” Martina said nothing more, but Alessia saw the Geography teacher’s brown eyes falling on her chest for half a second, maybe less. Instinctively, she looked at Martina’s breasts again with a quick, sneaky glance. That was enough for Alessia to confirm how well those boobs fit and stood out on Martina’s slim body, as the other pair looked really round and firm against the red sweater. It was obvious to her that the new teacher loved to wear tight clothes and show off her curves, even on a rainy day—something else they both had in common.

“By the way, SignorinaBianchi, I think you’re going to like this,” Stefano continued, not knowing anything about what was going on in front of her eyes. “Signorina Mazzi also has the preparation required to teach Literature so, if you ever get sick, you’ll be covered by someone professional in your field.”

“Good,” Alessia replied with a voice that hid the fact that she didn’t like that option at all. Turning her face to Martina, she forced a sarcastic smile on her beautiful face. “I’m also qualified to teach Geography, Professoressa Mazzi, so don’t worry if I have to replace you one day.”

“That’s true.” Stefano smiled too, while Alessia saw Martina staring back at her with some coldness in her brown eyes. “It’s really fortunate to have two teachers so well prepared that they can take each other’s place if we needed.”

“Yeah,” Martina almost hissed. “It’s good to know.”

The coldness of the day outside seemed to slowly creep into the air around Alessia and the new teacher. For a moment, no one spoke, and only the echo of the distant rain and the laughter from the teachers’ room, so out of place at the time, sounded there. Somehow, even the cheerful director of the liceo began to notice something odd in the atmosphere, although Alessia knew that unless the two young beautiful teachers started to grab at each other’s dark hair right there and now, he wouldn’t catch what was going on.

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