After crossing the bridge, the van finally arrived in Palermo, a city whose prosperity was centered on the coast.
However, the van didn't enter the road by the beach, it entered the city, heading south.
The difference becomes very clear between here and Vera. There are quite a number of old buildings from the 19th century, which on average have a dull yellow color, consisting of two and three floors.
The people are very relaxed. Even though it was working hours, there were quite a number of adults sitting in the small roadside cafes. They drank coffee and smoked, sometimes laughing as if they had heard the funniest joke.
The number of tourists is also not small, basically they can be found everywhere.
At first glance, there is no impression that this is the place of origin of the mafia. However, if you take a closer look, you'll find quite a number of narrow alleys that are rather dark while the walls on each side are full of graffiti. Plus, there are always people going in and out of those alleys.
"Goat Village is in the center of the western part of the island, so it will take us over an hour to get there once we get out of this city," Amanda said after a drink. Then, she took off her coat and stood up to move to Arthur's sofa.
She sat right beside him and looked at him with a sweet smile. It seemed, after taking the initiative in kissing him yesterday, she no longer had any hesitation about doing as she pleased.
Under Arthur's gaze, one of her hands moved to the back of his waist, reaching the other side of the waist. Her fingers caressed that waist as she leaned forward, getting closer to him.
Because Arthur was looking at her, so their faces faced each other and now they were only about fifteen centimeters apart.
After that, her other hand moved, touching Arthur's cheek.
"Sweet," she said in a low voice and pinched Arthur's cheek gently.
Arthur's expression didn't change at that word, he replied, "don't make yourself look like an old goat eating young grass."
"Unfortunately that's true," Amanda replied. "And in my eyes you are really cute."
Her face moved again, getting closer and closer to Arthur's so they could feel each other's breath.
"You know, last night I couldn't stop thinking about you, I kept imagining hugging your figure," she added.
"Your obsession with me is rising very fast, you have to control yourself better because that's not a good thing, (excessive liking for the opposite sex can also be called toxic,)" replied Arthur.
"I know, but I like it," she replied.
Again, her face moved, but she didn't kiss him, she just rested her cheek on his as she pushed his body against the couch.
After that, she descended from his body to his side and pulled his body to face her.
There was a pillow under the table, she took it and put it under her head and his head.
"Now that's much more comfortable," she said, moving her head slightly forward so that her forehead touched his.
"So this is what you want." Arthur smiled faintly, his hand moved, entered the gap under her t-shirt, which of course surprised her because it was different from touching through the outside.
"You're getting naughty huh." Despite her surprise, she didn't try to stop his hand that was now touching her stomach.
Her skin is soft, warm and smooth, very pleasant to the touch.
Slowly, his hand moved up, causing her eyes to tremble a few times and then freeze as the hand reached her breast.
However, Arthur didn't take action immediately, he first pulled the bra covering the breasts down.
Without a bra, the shape of the breasts can be seen more clearly when viewed from her t-shirt.
"Ohhh..." She let out a soft moan as Arthur's hand landed on one of her breasts without any cloth barrier at all. She closed her eyes but opened them again with force. Without giving a signal, her lips kissed his while her hands pulled his waist to tighten the hug.
It was a bit difficult kissing in that position, but Arthur still responded to the kiss even though he mostly followed her movements. His focus was still on his hand, which was now savoring the softness of her breast.
Slowly, he squeezed the breast, sinking his fingers into it.
"Ohhh..." Amanda's breath became fast and warm while her body trembled.
Her hands didn't stay still, she tucked one of them into Arthur's shirt and caressed his skin gently from his stomach, chest, to his back.
"Ohhhhhhh..." As she was out of breath and had no other choice but to break the kiss, she moaned in a louder voice. That was of course due to the sensation in her breasts being groped by Arthur. His hand was wild, even pinching her nipples occasionally.
"No, Arthur, please stop," she said in an almost trembling voice, even calling out Arthur's name again. She had allowed Arthur to touch her breasts directly out of curiosity, but now she realized that it was very dangerous, causing her desire to increase very fast and might reach a level where she couldn't hold it in.
"You're lucky we're here, if in a room, you wouldn't be able to escape," Arthur replied as he pulled his hand from under her t-shirt and sat up, leaving Amanda breathless. Her hand went into her t-shirt to return her bra to its position. Luckily Arthur didn't let go of the hook or she would be in serious trouble.
"I just want to hug you" Amanda said as she sat up. Her mouth pouted slightly.
"Yeah, but you didn't stop me," Arthur replied.
"Yeah, I know I was wrong." Amanda didn't try to argue. After that, she turned on the tv, playing a movie. She took about three sips of her soda and then approached Arthur again, took her hand in his and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Like this is not a problem, right, my sweet dear?" She asked.
Arthur was too lazy to respond with words, he just sighed and at the same time hugged her waist from the side before staring at the tv.
Amanda giggled and then opened the package containing the beans available in the van.
She took two beans inside, one she put in her mouth while the other one she pointed towards Arthur's mouth.
"As an apology, I'll help you eat so you don't have to use your own hands, just say whatever you want," she said with a faint smile.
At first glance, she looked like an older sister trying to coddle her younger brother.