It’s not what you think you want, but what you need… “The Greek and Roman gods were notorious for intervening in mortal affairs. Much unlike the deities of today’s religions, the Greek and Roman gods had mortals they hated, favored, and loved. Sometimes they helped these mortals, sometimes they hindered them.”Rachel O’Hare sighed. She ran her fingers through her still damp brown hair as the tour guide continued his speech, his English surprisingly good despite a thick accent. Little bits of water still clung to her mane after the autumn drizzle, which she was thankfully warned about, assaulted her and her classmates as they waited in line to enter the museum. She silently thanked her mother again for packing a light rain coat against Rachel’s will. ‘Just in case!’ Her mother had declared, zipping it into a side pocket. The high school senior’s relief when pulling it out would’ve been visible if she hadn’t had a hotel room to herself. She was running out of clean clothes. After a week of moderately cool weather, darker, heavier clothes were in short supply. And Rachel knew her assets well enough to know exactly how bad it would be if water, light colored clothing, and her tits all got together and threw a party.So now here she was. Chilly from the wind and the rain. Running out of clothes. Hungry because the portions were half what they were at home for twice the cost. And above all this, so incredibly sexually frustrated that she felt like her hair was standing on end.I’m in Rome! In the Vatican Museum, looking at ancient Roman and Greek statues! This is literally my thing! Surrounded by statues and artifacts thousands of years old, and just as beautiful as she thought they’d be.And yet, all she could focus on was him . Rachel’s eyes darted back to the group of boys standing behind the rest of the students. At the center of course was him .Darren Murphy. What a shit name. Arrogant. Chubby. Moronic. She hated him. She hated his greasy hair. She hated his disgusting moustache which looked more like pubic hair taped to his upper lip. She hated that they’d dated. She hated that she let it go on for two years of her life. She hated that her sophomore and junior years were filled with being cheated on, lied to, and emotionally abused.But most of all she hated that those years were also filled with sex. Sex in a car, sex in a department store changing room, sex in the school itself, multiple times. Blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, late night phone sex, text sex, masturbation in front of a camera, and so many photos she couldn’t remember them all if she tried. For two years of her life everything was sex. Rachel could feel herself growing excited at some of the memories. Some of them were good, hell some of them were hot as fuck. Stripping down and blowing him in the school basement, then getting fucked from behind knowing at any moment someone could come down and catch her having her pussy pounded into next week. The memory grew more vivid as she brushed her hand between her legs and felt how hot she was through her pants. So much sex…And now there was none. None whatsoever. Zilch. Nada. Ankara escort And it was driving her insane.“And here we have the statue Venus Felix , a copy of a statue of the goddess Venus herself, the Roman equivalent of Aphrodite, goddess of love,” The tour guide continued. His small green umbrella trying desperately to protect him and his formal academic ensemble from the rain as Rachel and the other students huddled under an overhang.“Why is the goddess of love not hot?” One of the boys in the back asked, loud enough only for the rest of the students to hear. Rachel glanced back and immediately regretted it as Darren caught her eye and winked. She looked back at the statue. She could feel her rage growing. Fuck him and his idiot friends.Rachel cursed her word choice. Now she couldn’t help but think of when they were together. She thought of how it felt to be desired, to be wanted. She grew wet again as she thought of how it felt to be filled with his dick, impaled on that well-sized cock and how amazing it felt to be fucked.But… a voice in her head rang out, he didn’t love you. He didn’t want you as a person. Rachel knew this voice of doubt well. It had grown which she dated Darren, doubting him and trying to restore what self-respect she had left. As their tour guide moved them on to a large wash basin, the Voice made itself known. It’s fine to fuck whenever, that’s cool. Two friends or acquaintances don’t need to love each other to have fun. Rachel knew the whole speech, but couldn’t stop the train of thought. But it was never about you. It was about his pleasure. His big dick. He was ‘better looking.’ You were ‘lucky to be with a guy like him.’ Even after he fucked that slut Kayla on your birthday. Yeah, no fuck that. And what a stupid fucking name Kayla was. Rachel’s desire sunk back to the pits from which it came as her self-esteem returned. She glanced back again, this time noticing the chubbiness in his physique. How disgusting he looked. How he likely hadn’t showered in a few days. Rachel looked forward again, feeling marginally better about herself for the moment.“This wash basin was actually found with a series of coins in it.” The guide indicating some stains at the bottom of a marble structure the size of a dinner table with a hole in the bottom. “From the various decorations carved into the sides, and the size of the basin we can assume that it was likely commissioned by a rich citizen for a public display of wealth. If we put the coins at the bottom into context, this may have actually been something like a wishing well.”I would love a wish, Rachel thought as the tour guide continued and moved the group to the next statue and she lingered behind at the basin. I think I still love him and want him, but I know it’s not healthy. She thought of that asshole, and how she was constantly fighting back the urge to just drive over to his house to scratch her itch, and how this whole trip he was right down the hall and how she had a room of her own. She absentmindedly thumbed a one Euro coin in her pocket. Fuck it, why not. It’s not a Roman Ankara escort bayan coin but…The brown-eyed girl pulled out her coin and looked around. Seeing no one was paying attention she flicked the coin into the basin. The metallic clang was heard twice before it silently fell down the drain pipe to gods know where.Just help me figure out what to do about him.o0o0oShe had barely left the hotel restaurant where her class was eating when her phone buzzed. After hitting the button for the elevator she pulled her phone out of her still wet coat pocket and looked at it.Of fucking course.Hey babe, come to the bar with us tonight.Seriously? That’s all he has to say? Does he seriously think a text like that is going to-Or I can bring the bar to you. I’ve got a couple bottles. You’ve got a single room. Let’s just have some fun.Well, he’s being more subtle than usual.It’s been so long since we fucked and I know you miss my cock.Guess not.I know you’re getting these, and I know you want to be fucked my little slut.Rachel switched off her phone. Rather than excite her his texts just pissed her off. As the elevator doors opened onto her floor the quiet of the hotel acted like a wave of warm water, gently pushing off the stress of the outside world. With each step down the hall of rooms (most of which seemed to be empty) she felt more and more calm, her steps even slowing down as she enjoyed her time alone.The day had been packed with events, people, places and things. Entering her room and locking all three locks behind her Rachel felt as if all of the problems she had felt outside had been left outside. Tossing her phone onto her bed, she began to undress, wet clothing never feeling better than when being peeled off her skin. After stripping down completely she entered her bathroom and turned on a hot shower. Taking a moment to let the water heat up she glanced in the mirror.Glancing back at her was someone she had finally started to come around to liking. The person in the mirror looked strong, confident, and quite honestly, really sexy. Rachel ran her hands slowly up her sides, appreciating the effort that she had put into a personal exercise routine and recently had begun to show results. Her hands ran over her shapely hips, her toned stomach, before resting on her favorite feature, her C-cup boobs. Rachel was happy with them, perky, full, and with perfectly sized nipples she placed her hands over, they looked even better when just barely covered by her wavy brown hair. Feeling better about herself, she climbed into the hot shower, thinking of the ancient Romans and wondering if they knew how good a shower could feel.o0o0o”Wake.”As if ascending through a cloud, Rachel felt herself slowly rising from her sleep. The warmth of her blankets had enveloped her naked body. The material felt so soft against her skin. She felt herself begin to sink back through the cloud, back into the warmth of sleep, but away from something-“Wake.”Rachel jumped up in bed, hearing an ethereal voice somewhere in her room. “What? Who’s there?” Before she’d even finished asking, Escort Ankara she answered her own question.Standing by the entrance to her door was a woman. A pale, beautiful woman, with robes casually draped over her. The robes looked as if they were made of silk and constantly appeared as if they were shifting around and could fall off at any minute. The constant shifting would result in large amounts of skin being shown, more than enough to be considered indecent, but always enough that an onlooker wanted to see more, before they would shift and cover back up. The woman herself was of average height. Her soft curves and perfect skin did nothing however to distract from her face. A more beautiful woman Rachel had never seen, hair perfectly arranged with two tassels of said hair draping down to her shoulders, full lips and eyes that shone with a grey-blue light in the dark of Rachel’s room.The woman stood causally by the door, leaning on the frame and looking comfortable as if she had been there a while, watching Rachel sleep.Rachel was frozen. She couldn’t move or think, seated upright in her bed, she should have screamed. She should have covered up her bare chest. She should have done many things, but all she could think of was the statue she had seen in the museum earlier today and so said:”Aphrodite?””Venus, my dear,” The figure’s mouth didn’t move, instead the words formed themselves in her brain. The voice was melodious and felt like a small sun inside of her, “When in Rome…”Rachel let out a harsh laugh. So the goddess of love and beauty was in front of her and she was cracking jokes now. This was…Rachel looked down, and pulled up her blanket to cover her chest. “But you aren’t real…this is….I must be dreaming.””Oh you must not cover those, they are some of my finest.” Venus winked at her and smiled as the words continued in her head. “And who says I’m not real? Some young god who thinks he knows better? I, my dear, am love. I have been around since the beginning of time, and I’m not going anywhere.”Rachel just gaped. “But what-””You asked for my help.” The goddess stated.Rachel glanced at her phone, now on the floor next to her bed.”I know what you think you want.” The figure moved, slowly stepping towards the girl’s bed, the bed’s occupant enchanted with the other-worldly creature now moving towards her.”You think you want him. You want this all sorted out. For you to forget and for him to be faithful.”The goddess moved to Rachel’s nightstand, and pulled out a gift the senior girl had bought from the Colosseum. It was a book.”But that is not what you really want.”The goddess walked back along toward the base of the bed, never breaking eye contact with the girl.”You asked for my help. And now I’m going to give it to you dear one.”The goddess opened the book and placed it on the floor, pages up. A second passed, then the book expanded and morphed. A hand appeared, reaching out of the book, before pressing down on the floor around it. A second hand joined the first. A figure began to climb out. Spear and shield attached to his back and in full armor, into Rachel’s room stepped a large imposing man.Rachel felt light headed.The armed man looked around, spotting a naked Rachel, a brief look of confusion crossed his face until he noticed the goddess behind him, at whose feet he then knelt.Rachel heard what she assumed was Latin come from the goddess’ mouth.