Storiesonline.net ------- The Exchange Student by Lubrican Copyright© 2012 by Lubrican ------- Description: She was from a back woods village in Russia. The program she entered was supposed to send her to a family in America, where she'd make a new girlfriend, and study at an American high school. But there were bureaucracies involved, and that means there's always room for error. And boy, howdy, was there ever an error. Codes: MF mf cons 1st oral mastrb pett preg sch ------- ------- Prologue Cynthia Green picked up the next piece of paper and began to process it. Cynthia was thirty-two and thought quite often about how her life hadn't gone the way it was supposed to. After she had finished high school, she passed up college, quite sure that her good attitude and willingness to work hard would get her a job, and the promotions she already deserved. She did get the job, but it was an entry level clerk position in the building that housed the school board. It was minimum wage, but she could put up with that until someone noticed she should be an administrator. Almost two decades later, she'd gotten one promotion and had maxed out her earning potential. Time and again she was told she wasn't qualified for higher paying jobs, which required a college degree. Her arguments that she was fully capable of doing the work fell on deaf ears, though. Which was why, these days, she was somewhat less concerned about things than she should have been. On the form she had just picked up was the name "Ruth Cummins." The next information was gender. There was a sloppy checkmark closer to the "m" box than the "f" box, but the name said it all. She processed the form, matching that name with one from the female list the Russians had sent. With a flourishing signature, she completed the form and tossed it in a basket. It would be picked up by the girl who had her old job, and mailed, extending a formal invitation for a Russian girl to come spend a year with an American family, as an exchange student at the Consolidated High School in Victorville, Kansas. Three weeks later, Cynthia Green's Russian counterpart took the information and prepared travel documents for Nadia Valovitski, a seventeen-year-old student in a small town in central Russia. Looking at the American form, she idly identified the American name on it as a Biblical name. She spent a few seconds wondering why Russians so rarely gave their children Biblical names, even though a large number of them were involved with the Christian religion in one form or another. Wondering about things like that made the day seem to go past faster. She walked the form to her supervisor and handed it to her. Neither of them could know that Cynthia Green's casual identification of the American student as a female, based on the name, Ruth ... was incorrect. ------- Chapter 1 Nadia's dream of going to America to study had finally come true. She had been assigned a family in the small town of Victorville, Kansas, where she would be roommates with an American girl her age named Ruth. She had studied all the information she could find about Kansas, though she was not able to find anything in the books in Russia about any place called Victorville. She knew the town was very small, but she didn't mind that. She came from Koda, in Krasnoyarsk Krai, which was a small river village. She knew how to live in a small town. Nadia had had to work to help support her family since she was about eight, after her father was sent to Afghanistan and never came back. She was pretty sure she wouldn't have to work in America, and she looked forward to being able to concentrate on improving her English and making good grades in her year of American high school. It was important that she make good grades. If she did, it would help her in her attempts to get a seat at the university when she got back. Truth be told, there was one other thing Nadia hoped would happen. She hoped to make some friends too, starting with Ruth. Her grandmother had said that girls were the same the world over, and she hoped so. And everyone knew that American girls were smarter and more worldly than any other, which was also good. There were so many things Nadia wanted to know that her mother and grandmother wouldn't talk about. All they ever said was "You'll understand and know what to do when the time is right." Of course it went without saying that she hoped to finally find out what America was like. She had been told all sorts of things about America. One old grandmother, her face hidden in a hood, had whispered that sometimes Americans ate their babies. She didn't believe that, but she also didn't really know what to expect. Her mother spoke of how there would be odd customs, and how Nadia should always follow whatever traditions her host family followed. After all, she would be living with them for an entire year, which could be torture if they became disappointed with her. The last advice her mother gave her just before she boarded the boat that would take her to the city where the airplanes were, was "Do whatever it takes to make your host family happy, no matter how strange it may seem." So, on the long plane flight to America, Nadia prepared herself to go along with American customs, even though she might not understand them. She prepared herself to leave behind Russian ways. She tried to convince herself that an inquisitive smile would be the best way to get people to explain things. Then she could think of nothing except what the world looked like from high in the air. She couldn't believe the huge metal tube she was in could stay in the air. But going over the ocean got boring after a while, and she was able to think about America again. By the time her flight landed, she had practiced her smile until her face hurt. She was sure she was prepared for her first day in America. What she was not prepared for was that Ruth, her new roommate, turned out to be a boy. Of course, it was actually an understandable mistake. What boy anywhere in the world would be named "Ruth"? His father had always been a bit of a maverick, and people who knew him were aware of that. Still, when he proudly introduced his new son, there was the inevitable question: "Where the hell did that come from?" He had explained that so many times that he could explain it in thirty seconds, assuming someone could understand very rapid speech. And, truth be told, people got used to it pretty easily. He'd been in the same school system his whole life, and by now nobody thought about it as an odd name. He simply was Ruth, to them. And so Ruth's household was approved for a female exchange student, even though Ruth Cummins was, in no way female. As for the Cummins family, the only information they had received was that "N. Valovitski, age 17, flight 3205, Moscow to KCI" would be arriving at Kansas City International Airport at 5:00 PM on the 4th. So, Bob Cummins and his son Ruth were standing by the exit ramp where flight 3205 had just parked and were waiting for "N. Valovitski", who they thought was a boy. They had made a sign with that name on it, which Ruth was holding up as high as he could. Bob and Ruth had made a bet that each of them would be the first to recognize their Russian visitor. Neither won. Both, however, did notice the gorgeous platinum blond girl with the high, Slavic cheekbones and the breasts that were a baby's dream bounce out of the door. Both had a quick and silent fantasy about climbing aboard this girl's naked body and planting their engorged pricks deep in her undoubtedly bald pussy. She was Playboy material. Both were a little surprised that the vision of loveliness looked around and then fixed her eyes on them. Both were a lot surprised when she began walking toward them. And both were speechless when she stopped in front of them, looking up at the sign and said in very careful but accented English, the phrase she'd worked so hard to memorize: "Hello, I'm Nadia Valovitski. Where is Ruth?" ------- It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had gone wrong. Bob figured it out first, but couldn't believe that such a mistake had actually happened. He didn't know how the original designation of "Ruth Cummins" had been switched from male to female, but the rest of it, after that point, was pretty well explained by it. Bob showed the girl the address on his driver's license, and compared that to the paperwork she had with her. It took some time, but with patience and several tries, enough communication took place such that Bob, Ruth and Nadia all understood that she had not made a mistake, and they had not made a mistake (or tried to kidnap her) and that some phone calls were going to have to be made to straighten everything out. Finally Nadia looked at the two men and said "Okay ... so I go with you?" Of course, to be honest, neither Bob nor Ruth minded. Nadia was such a blatantly beautiful girl, and her accent was so sexy, to say nothing of her knockout body, that they loved being around her. And, as far as Nadia was concerned, if all American men were as good looking and nice as the two she'd met so far, she was going to have a hard time keeping her legs closed. She was a virgin, but only barely. She had an uncle in Russia who, when she turned fourteen and bulged in all the right places, taught her how good it felt for those places to be touched by a man. He'd progressed to preparing to suck on her distended little clitty when her mother had discovered what was happening. After some screaming, the uncle had left, never to be seen again. But he had awakened something in Nadia that was never quite put back to sleep. She hadn't had time for boys in her drive to get the grades necessary to become an exchange student. She was a regular masturbator, and had hoped that her new roommate would be too. But all that would have to be dealt with later. Now, they had to figure out what to do. Obviously, she had to stay with them until the appropriate offices and people could be notified, and the screw-up could be un-screwed. It being Saturday morning, that meant she'd have to spend the weekend at Ruth's house. Then, Monday, they'd find out where she was really supposed to be. To be perfectly honest, Nadia was just as happy to go with the flow herself. She wanted to make new friends, even if it was only for a short time. And both the cute boy and his handsome father, she decided, would be the first friends she made. This would make a great story to tell her grandchildren, some day. She was amazed at how happy and relaxed all the people she saw looked, even though they were hurrying here and there in the airport. When they left it she gazed out the windows of the car and marveled at how spread out everything was in Kansas City. Then they took her through the plains of Kansas and she marveled again at how much it looked like the Ukraine. Finally they arrived at little Victorville and she fell in love with the town immediately. There was a little town square with old cottonwood trees surrounding it, and old buildings all around. "Will I get to see any wild Indians?" she asked, leaning forward between the bucket seats. Ruth started to laugh, but stopped himself. "Those are just stories from the past now." he said. His eyes dropped from her eyes and fell to her cleavage. It was very nice cleavage. Ruth was shy for a boy - one reason his parents had volunteered for the exchange program. They hoped he would come out of his shell a little with a new friend he could teach all about America. Nadia saw his eyes drop and she knew where he was looking. For some reason that reassured her. The men back home in Russia looked at her exactly the same way, but they often pinched her bottom or made lewd suggestions about what they could do for ten minutes. Knowing that American men were like Russian men in some ways made her feel less like she was in a strange country. But Ruth made no rude suggestions. Instead he averted his eyes and went on. "There are still Indian tribes, and many of them live in places called reservations, but they dress like us now, and have jobs and all that. Maybe we can drive through one of them while you're here, so you can see." They drove on through the town and into the country again. The Cummins farm was a family farming operation, raising a few cattle, hogs, chickens and three horses. They owned 2000 acres of tillable land, but rented that out to a wheat farmer. The old farm house was almost invisible inside its sheltering ring of Cottonwoods and Cedar trees. She was ecstatic to see that they had a swimming pool in the back of the house. She rarely got to swim outdoors in Russia. A nice looking woman with a lean body, dressed in jeans and a T shirt was standing on the back porch. She watched as the three got out of the car, with Nadia's carry-on and walked toward the house. "Well, here comes trouble," she smiled. "Let me guess ... you must be N. Valovitski". She ran an appraising eye up and down Nadia's brick shithouse body and laughed. She turned to Ruth. "Well, I guess the next words out of your mouth are going to be 'Look what I found Mom ... can I keep her?'" Ruth blushed furiously. Nadia understood the words, but not the meaning. Her obviously puzzled look brought the woman's attention back to her. She stuck out a calloused hand and said "I'm Molly Cummins. Welcome to our home." Nadia reached out and took the hand firmly, shaking it violently up and down. "I am Nadia and I'm very happy to meet you," she said in her well-practiced voice. "There has been a mistake I think," she went on, proud that she could form the sentence. Molly heard the accent, and the melodious voice and knew instantly that interesting things were going to happen around this girl. She glanced at her son, who had a slack-jawed look on his face as he stared at the beautiful girl. Then she glanced at her husband and saw the look on his face. She'd seen that look on his face before, when her sister had come to visit one time, just before she'd walked in on them fucking like rabbits in the barn. She hadn't minded then, really, as long as it was only her sister. She and her sister had some fun once in a while too. And, as she looked at this delicious slice of Russian girl/woman, she thought she might enjoy tasting a little Russian pussy juice too. She couldn't blame her boys for their reaction. The girl was gorgeous. "We couldn't just leave her at the airport," said her husband. "Of course not," said his wife, smiling. "Nadia, you are welcome to stay with us as long as it takes to get things straightened out." Then, as she ushered them all inside to the kitchen, where she'd prepared a welcoming banquet, she whispered to her husband "Behave yourself dear. I'll fuck you silly tonight ... I promise." He grinned sheepishly and whispered back "You'd better." After dinner Ruth took Nadia to show her the spare bedroom, where she'd be sleeping for the weekend, and then took her out and showed her the farm. She was impressed with everything, but most of all she was impressed with Ruth. He was intelligent, and fun to be with, even if he was so shy he didn't seem to be able to look at her. When he did look at her she clearly saw the desire in his eyes, and it made her stomach feel fluttery. When she'd seen the last barn, and collected the last egg, the two teens headed back into the house. They were on the back porch, with the kitchen door open, when they heard a scream of pain. "That's my mother's voice!" said Ruth. "Something's wrong!" Nadia started to run forward, but Ruth stopped her. "Somebody may have broken in while we were gone. We have to be careful." He went to the counter and got a big butcher knife. He handed that to Nadia and then went to the pantry, returning with a ball bat. "Careful now," he whispered. The two youths crept through the house toward the sound, which had altered to a series of moans. The sounds were coming from the spare room. "Fuck!" came a shout in Molly's voice. "You bastard" she shouted again. Ruth was very worried now. He tried to peek around the door. "Take that you horny bitch!" came a deep male voice. Ruth and Nadia charged into the room to save Molly. What they found was a very naked Molly under the equally naked body of her husband. He happened to be in the act of fucking her brains out. Neither of them saw the two kids. Molly had subsided to moaning again. "Oh, you bastard, you're killing me!" she shouted again. Then, in a more normal voice she went on "You haven't been like this in years. And all because of that luscious Russian beauty. You had to take me on her bed, didn't you? You're probably thinking about her right now you prick!" "No!" he grunted back "Maybe a little ... Oh man you feel good Molly ... OK, yes, I admit it. But you know I love you, baby. It's just a little fantasy. I just can't help it, baby," he cried out. "You just keep going like you are, Bob," Molly urged him. "Just love me good and I'll forgive you." Both teens had stopped just inside the door. They looked comical, she with a huge knife in her hand, and he with the bat. They could clearly see Bob's big thick cock pistoning in and out of Molly's pussy. She was straining up against him as he rodded her out. Just then Bob slammed in hard and froze there. His butt cheeks did a funny little flex thing and Molly rasped "Shoot it in me, big boy ... shoot in her, you bastard ... you pervert!" Ruth looked at Nadia. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. She was staring at the sight before her. He looked back just in time to see his father pull out and then slide back in, grunting. He did it again and a ring of thick white built up around his cock where it entered Molly. He was obviously cumming in her. Nadia grabbed his hand and dragged him backwards, into the hall. She was breathing heavily. "They are having the sex ... yes?" she said breathlessly. "Um, yeah, they are." he said back. "And he is wishing to be having the sex with me, yes?" she said. Ruth didn't know quite how to answer that. Any man would like to have sex with Nadia. He decided to stick to the truth. "Well, any man would like to have sex with you." "Why is this?" she went on, pulling him down the hall toward his room. "Well, because you're beautiful ... and sexy." said Ruth, amazed at the conversation he was having. "So you wish to be having sex with me too?" she said. "Uh no, of course not!" said Ruth valiantly. "Why not?" she said, trying to understand. " Are you the..." She struggled for the right word, and then finally remembered it. "homo - sexual?" "No!" he whispered forcefully. "It's just that ... well ... of course I want to have sex with you, but I can't admit that I want to have sex with you. It's not polite to just tell somebody you want to have sex with them." "Oh" she said. "This is very confusing." Ruth stared at her. There was a cultural difference working here. He lost some of his shyness, realizing that with this girl he could be completely frank and honest, and she wouldn't be upset. He pulled her farther away from the room where noisy sex was going on. "OK, here's how it works. When a man sees a beautiful woman, he's interested in sex. It's that way everywhere ... Russia too, right?" She nodded. "But in America a man is supposed to court the woman ... take her on dates ... buy her presents ... stuff like that. Then, after they've done all that he can try to have sex with her. Maybe she'll let him, and maybe she won't. Isn't it like that in Russia too?" Nadia frowned. "It is like that some. We too go on dates, but that is just to have fun. If a man wants to have sex with a woman he just says so and she decides yes or not. Or her parents decide yes or not. Why would you say you do not want to have sex with me, if you do want to have sex with me?" "Well, I was just trying to be polite. I mean we don't just ask like that here. I'm sorry if I did something wrong." Ruth didn't know how to proceed. "And we weren't supposed to see them doing that. They were playing a game ... having a fantasy ... make believe ... you understand?" She smiled. "Yes, I know of the fantasy. I do many times when I please myself. So your Papa would like to have the sex with me, but he plays the game with your Mama. And she plays the game too, yes?" Ruth smiled with relief. "Yes, it's just a game. You don't have to be afraid of him. He won't try anything with you, I promise." "Oh." she said again. "That's too bad. He has a very nice ... how you say? ... cock? He might be fun to have the sex with." Ruth was astounded. "So you've had the ... I mean sex before?" "No, not really. My uncle touched me and wanted to have the - how you say - blow job with me, but that was all." Now Ruth didn't know what to say. He felt his own prick start stiffening as he saw in his mind's eye this beautiful girl with her lips wrapped around a man's erection. "Did you want to give him a blow job?" he asked, without really thinking about it first. "He said it would feel very good, and that I would love it when he put his tongue on my piz'da ... how you say ... poosy? But them my mama found us and made him stop. She was very angry." "His tongue ... on your poosy ... oh! Pussy!" Ruth finally figured out that for her, "blow job" simply meant oral sex. That brought another series of interesting images to his head. "Well, here in America you need to be a little careful about saying you want to have sex. If you do that there will be ten boys and fifteen men lined up all wanting to help you with that." She laughed, but that conversation actually defined their relationship. After that they could and did talk about anything. Much to Nadia's delight, within the next 48 hours, she learned that her English was much better than she had hoped for, and that learning more wasn't as hard as she had feared it would be. All in all, she felt like her foray into being an exchange student was going very well indeed. ------- Chapter 2 The following Monday Molly called the exchange program office and explained the situation. She was eventually routed to a woman named Amanda. "We have a problem here," said Amanda. "I would have thought that was obvious," said Molly. "No, what I mean is that the Russians are very touchy about this program, and any deviation from what they've agreed to is a really big deal. Two years ago a host family helped a young man get his driver's license and you'd have thought world war three had been started." "What? Why?" "Because there's a standard clause in all the Russian exchange student agreements that says the Russian youths will not be allowed to drive a car. Apparently they think we teach them bad habits. The point is that they pitched a hissy and almost called all their students home that year." "Well what does that mean?" "What it means is there is no other approved family to send her to. If you don't let her stay with you, as originally agreed, all we can do is send her back home. Do you have a separate room for her?" "You mean keep her?" "Well, you wanted an exchange student. Is it so horrible that it's a girl instead of a boy?" "Of course not," said Molly. "But won't the Russians be upset that she's with the wrong family?" "She's with the family they approved. How can they be upset?" Molly thought about what great sex she'd had already, as a result of this luscious girl showing up. That wasn't a good reason to keep her, but it was a consideration. Nadia, herself, had already settled in and seemed completely at ease with her new family. And she really was a delightful girl. Molly had never had a daughter, and suddenly the thought of having one seemed appealing. "I'll talk to her and see what she wants to do," said Molly. "If you don't call me back, I'll assume everything is copacetic," said Amanda. ------- "Please let me stay!" Nadia pleaded. "I promise to be good girl." "Of course you will," said Molly, hugging Nadia. "But are you sure you don't mind living with a boy instead of a girl?" "No, I don't mind, really!" said Nadia. "I like Ruth. I like you. Mr. Cummins is very handsome. Please let me stay." Molly stepped back. "It's fine with me, dear. But I think we should talk to your parents, and make sure all this is okay with them too." "I have only my mother," said Nadia. "She doesn't speak any English, but I can talk to her for you." "Well, then, let's give her a call and see how she feels about all this." ------- Americans have gotten used to a communications system in which you pick up a device, often handheld, press some numbers, and then expect to be talking to someone within a few seconds. There are relatively few Americans alive who remember hand crank telephones, that connected to a central switchboard, where a human operator made connections that allowed people to speak to each other. A few more people remember having a phone number with only four or five digits, which was part of a local network where four or five phones were on one circuit. These party lines, as they were called, required that four families share one line. If you picked up the phone at any given moment, the line might be in use, and you could listen in on the conversation. It wasn't acceptable to do that ... but you could if you wanted to. In those days, use of the line sometimes involved negotiation with others on the party line. If someone was using it and you needed to make a call, for example, you might interrupt their conversation, explaining why you needed the line and, perhaps, promising to only use it for a stated amount of time. If the other party agreed, they would hang up and let you make your call. If not ... well, there wasn't much you could do except make a nuisance out of yourself by either interrupting the conversation repeatedly, or just joining in. That was the phone system of yesteryear. Unless you live in rural Russia, where things haven't changed much since World War Two. Governments may come and go, but improvements in rural Russia are never much of a priority with any of them. So it was, to Molly, an incredibly complicated project to call Nadia's mother. It actually took twenty minutes, during which Nadia rattled off words, phrases and sometimes emotional outbursts in Russian, as she talked to a number of people who were required to make the connections necessary for Nadia to reach her mother. Her mother's reaction, when she finally came on the line was frantic. "What's wrong?" she wailed. "Nothing, Mama," said Nadia. "I got here and everything is fine, except that they sent me to the wrong family." "Have they turned you out?" she asked, tragedy in her voice. "No, Mama, they are lovely people. They just sent me to partner with a boy instead of a girl." "A boy?" There was a long silence. "Is he handsome?" "Mama!" laughed Nadia. "Why would you ask me that?" "Worse things could happen, my little pumpkin, than that you married a nice American boy." "You're being silly, Mama," said Nadia. "I like him. I like his mama and papa too, but it is silly to speak of marriage. I came here to go to school so I can get a seat at the university." "They have universities in America, no?" "You don't want me to come home?" Nadia's voice had a catch in it. "Don't be silly, golubushka. You know I love you more than life itself. But if you had a rich American husband, I could come live with you in my old age." She cackled, showing she had no real mercenary intent. "So it's all right if I stay with them?" "Do you want to?" "Yes, very much." "Then you must do so. And remember to do whatever they say and make me proud." "I will, mama. Thank you, mama. I love you very much." "Are you really happy with this thing so far?" "I am very happy, mama." "Good then. Stay with this boy and learn many things. And try to get him to ask for marriage before you get with child, rather than after." Nadia was speechless, until her mother cackled again, signifying she had made a joke. She heard the clicks of the connection being broken, and hung up the phone in America. She turned to Molly, who was leaning forward, her eyebrows raised. "Well?" she said. "Mama says I should try to get a rich American man to marry me so she can come live with me in her old age," said Nadia, smiling wanly. Molly looked at the beautiful young woman, who had already made an impact in America. "She was just joking," said Nadia. "She approves of me staying here." "Wonderful," said Molly. "I'm so glad. I just know we're going to have a wonderful time together." "Me too," said Nadia, and she flowed into Molly's arms for another hug. Both women noticed the softness of their breasts, pressed together. It was a warm, exciting feeling, and both women's core temperature raised a degree and a half as they reacted to each other's embrace in a firmly positive manner. ------- Later that night, after an emotional supper at which the rest of the family was brought up to date, Ruth and Nadia sat on opposite ends of the couch in the living room. The TV was on, but muted at the moment. Bob and Molly were again "doing something in the bedroom." They didn't know it, but Molly had shared with Bob that Nadia thought he was handsome, and now she was reaping the benefits of that. "Are you really glad to be staying?" asked Ruth, who couldn't believe his luck. "Yes," she said. "I had been looking forward to having a new girlfriend, but I think you will do." "That's a word we probably need to talk about," said Ruth. "In America 'girlfriend' has several different meanings. Girls who are friends call each other girlfriend. But when a boy and a girl are involved, then 'girlfriend' means there is romance involved. It means they don't have romance with others." "It's the same in my country," said Nadia. "What is the name of your girlfriend?" "Oh, I don't have one," said Ruth, blushing. "Why not?" asked the beautiful blond across the couch from him. "Girls don't find me interesting, I guess," he said. "That's silly. I think you're very interesting." "Well, you just got here. I'm sure you'll see guys in school that you'll find more ... um ... interesting. Most of the girls like jocks and popular guys." "Jocks?" Nadia tilted her head. "Athletes," said Ruth. "Football players and such." "Ahhhh," she said. "Like rugby in Russia, no?" "Something like that," he said. "And these football players ... they are cuter than you?" Ruth blushed again. "Well sure," he said. "They have muscles and are taller and handsomer and stuff." "Then I cannot wait to see them," she said. "You are very cute, so they must be amazing." "Me?" Ruth was speechless. "The girls here must be very stupid if they turn up their noses at you," she said. Ruth swallowed. He felt the heat in his face, but he also felt really good. "Thanks," he said. There was a momentary sound, the suggestion of a soft wail, from the direction of Bob and Molly's bedroom, "You're welcome. Your parents have sex a lot, yes?" Nadia looked in the direction of the bedroom. "I guess," said Ruth, uncomfortably. "And you have had sex too?" Now she looked at him. "No, " he gasped. "Like I said, girls don't much go for me." "Stupid girls," she said. "If I was going to have sex, I would choose you." "Wow," said Ruth. "I think we are too young for that, though. There is much education to get finished before I have time to think about having sex. What do you think?" "Um ... well ... I think that most of the kids you meet won't think that way." "Many of the kids back home are like that. All they think about is getting drunk and having sex. I think they are stupid." "Well we have that kind here too," he said. "I'll try to warn you when one of them hits on you." "Hits me?" "No. When someone hits on you, in that sense, it means they try to get you to like them and have sex with them." "Seduces," she supplied. "Not exactly. Some guys will just walk up to you and start giving you compliments, or just say they want to hook up. That means they want to have sex with you." "I thought you said that wasn't proper to do in America," she complained. "This is very confusing." "It isn't proper," sighed Ruth. "Most adults won't do that. But some stupid jocks will, especially to a pretty girl like you. Lots of guys will try to hit on you because you're so gorgeous." "You're very sweet," she said. "I am plain, but you try to make me feel good." He goggled. "You are not plain, Nadia. You are very beautiful." "So, you are giving me compliments. Are you hitting on me, Ruth?" She smiled. He blushed again. "No. I don't know how to do that." She blinked slowly, and stared at him. "I think you do," she finally said. "If the other boys are better at this hitting on me thing than you are, I'm going to have to be very careful." "Wow," he sighed. He was so off kilter that he didn't even notice that he adjusted his erection so it was less uncomfortable in his pants. She watched what his hand did, and then stood up. "Very careful," she repeated, a half smile on her face. "I must go to bed now. We have school tomorrow, yes?" "Yes," said Ruth, who was suddenly also interested in getting to bed ... where it would be dark ... and private. ------- School being just a massive bureaucracy these days, nobody on the staff paid any attention to the fact that a female exchange student was staying in the home of a male native student. Blanks were filled out, and boxes checked. Had there been any boxes that could not be checked, there might have been a problem, but basically the system perked along based on its own momentum. Of course it wasn't that way with the students themselves. They noticed this mismatching of genders instantly, and instantly Ruth became a celebrity. Then Nadia did something that made him practically a legend. She actually thought it out before she did it, and she did it for very good reasons, though with only the minimal conversation of the night before as her basis. She did it because she thought it might give her more control over her situation. What she did, when Ruth introduced her to a group of his friends, was say "I'm so happy to be here and meet all of my boyfriend's friends." "Ruth is your boyfriend?" asked Thomas Finkle, a somewhat geeky kid wearing glasses who was a wizard when it came to math. "Of course," said Nadia. "I think he is cute." She thought that would hold the hustlers at bay. She knew of such men and boys in Russia, and assumed those were the types of men Ruth had been talking about when he named them jocks. And, based on what Ruth had said, the boyfriend/girlfriend relationship sounded the same as what she was familiar with, in terms of couples being less exposed to the efforts of the hustlers. So she thought that naming Ruth as her boyfriend would help insulate her from approach, until she knew a little more about the social landscape. And he'd said he didn't already have a girlfriend, so she wouldn't be hurting anything by the ruse. "Holy shit!" sighed Nathan Crosby, who was the top debater on the forensics team. "Ruth Cummins has a hot Russian girlfriend!" "And she's living with him!" moaned David Koonce, president of the computer programming club. "Wait!" said Ruth, his eyes wide. But it was too late. His three friends had already turned and were speeding away from him, like photons from the sun, on their way to illuminate something that wasn't actually as it appeared to be. There was a frenzied conversation between Ruth and Nadia, but it took place much too quickly and with much too little true communication, before bells started ringing and they had to go to their classes. All Nadia knew for sure was that Ruth was sure no one would believe he was her boyfriend. She thought she could handle that. By the end of the day Nadia had made a whole raft of new friends, among them the whole cheerleading squad, all of whom salivated at the thought of enticing this gorgeous, mysterious, sexy, interesting foreign girl to join the squad. She also had extensive experience with being hit on, though she still wasn't used to it. American boys were a lot pushier than most of their Russian counterparts. Still, she found that if she said "Ruth is my boyfriend" often enough, that eventually discouraged most of them. Several said things she didn't understand, and she had tons and tons of things to ask Ruth about after school. There was no time, though, for idle chit chat. Molly had decided Nadia needed to be included in chores, and a list had been made that rotated the chores between Ruth and Nadia. There was also homework, which Nadia needed significant help with. When it turned out that Ruth wasn't equipped to help her because he had the same questions, Bob stepped in and did some tutoring. Shortly after that was finished, he said he needed to speak to Molly alone in the bedroom. "Not now, you goof," she laughed. "I'm fixing supper." "Put it on simmer," he said, darting a glance at the two kids who were doing their homework at the kitchen table. "This will only take a minute." "Not if I have anything to say about it," she teased. "Put a leash on it, buster, and take it for a little walk or something. You can wait until later tonight." "Mom! Dad!" barked Ruth. "I can't believe you're talking like that in front of us!" "Oh, pipe down, junior. You're all grown up now." He turned to his wife. "You're gonna pay for this, darling wife," he growled. "Good," she said. "Now go check and see if we got any mail." After homework it was time to set the table, and then they ate while Nadia tried to tell them about her first day in American school. It was fascinating for both the Americans and the Russian at the table as they communicated and learned things about each other. After supper, the chore Ruth and Nadia shared was washing the dishes. It was done by hand in the Cummins household, because the dishwasher was old and didn't work well. Molly preferred hand-washed dishes anyway and it was a good way to slow the day down, if it had been hectic. The adults headed toward their bedroom as Molly said "Your father has something to discuss with me. You two get the dishes done and then you can watch an hour of TV. After that you can read, or go for a walk or play a board game or whatever until it's bedtime." With that, Molly followed Bob, who was already in the bedroom, already naked, and proudly displaying his bone to her when she walked in the door. "What if she had been with me when I came in here?" asked Molly, trying to sound scandalized. "Then she'd have gotten a lesson in sexual education," said Bob, stroking his erection slowly. "Now get over here, woman. You've made me wait too long already." ------- Chapter 3 Back in the kitchen, Ruth washed, while Nadia stood beside him and rinsed and dried the dishes. Their shoulders touched as they worked. "I like it here," said Nadia. "I'm glad," said Ruth, who felt silly for being as glad as he was. "There are still many things I don't understand. What did your mother mean when she told your father to put a leash on it?" "Oh ... that," said Ruth. "She was just telling him to be patient and wait." "No, she said to take if for a walk. What is it? Do you have a pet I haven't met yet?" "No, she didn't mean a pet." "What did she mean? Why did you lecture her for saying it?" "I didn't lecture her," said Ruth, grinning. "Kids don't lecture adults in America." "It sounded like a lecture to me," said Nadia. "It was a very short one, but it sounded like a lecture." "He was trying to get her to go to the bedroom with him," said Ruth. "Like now," she said. Right on cue Molly's voice could be heard escaping the bedroom in a long moan. Nadia brightened. "Oh! They are having sex again!" "Yes," groaned Ruth. "You must tell me what it all meant then," insisted Nadia. Ruth started to feel his chest tighten, but then he reminded himself that she wasn't making fun of him, and she didn't find talking about things sexual disturbing or embarrassing. He marveled that she was so well adjusted, and that gave him the courage to try to be the same way. "Okay," he said. "Whenever Dad says he needs to talk to her alone, in the bedroom, it means he wants to have sex." "Yes," she said. "And when she said to put a leash on it, she meant his ... um ... penis." "His hui ... his how you say ... dick?" "Yes." "How can he take his dick for a walk? Does she mean to go away with it?" "Well ... yeah, sort of. I mean she might have been telling him to go ... um ... do something about it." He realized immediately it was stupid to hint at things, since she had no clue as to such things. "There is this way of touching yourself that is a little bit like sex." "Jacking off!" said Nadia proudly. It was one of the phrases she'd learned from a friend. "Yes," said Ruth, who felt his own penis start stiffening after she said it. "So to take his cock for a walk means he should go jack off." "Or just wait until later." "Like now," she said. Ruth looked at the hallway to his parents' room. "Yeah." "When I hear them in there, and I remember what we saw that first day ... it makes me want to take it for a walk," said Nadia as she dried the dish Ruth had just handed her. He almost dropped the one in his hands at that moment. "Oh," he said. "Do you like to jack off?" she asked. "I like it very much." "Ummm, yeah, I guess I like it a lot too." "Back home, the grandmas all say jacking off is terrible and will make horrible things happen, but I have done it many times, and nothing terrible has happened to me. Look at me now! I'm in America, and I have a new friend. Boyfriend, even! She grinned at him." "We need to talk about that. You can't keep telling people I'm your boyfriend." "Why not?" "Because people will think we kiss and stuff." "So if I call you my boyfriend, I have to kiss you?" "Well, of course not. I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to do. But other people will expect you to hold my hand, and kiss me." "I don't mind doing those things," she said. His penis finished firming up, and notified him that it was time to strike and take the spoils of war. He tried to ignore it. "I wouldn't mind doing them either," he said. "But people will also think we have sex." "Like your parents," she said. "Yes." "Hmmmmm. I'd have to think about that. Like I said, I don't believe I'm ready for that yet." "No, no, no, I don't mean we have to have sex. I'm saying that people will think we do." "So who cares what they think, if it is not true?" "They'll expect us to go out on dates." "What is this date?" He tried to explain it, and she said it sounded like fun. "I don't think my parents would approve of the boyfriend idea," he sighed. "If they found out they'd ground me for a month." "What is this ground?" When he explained that, she laughed. "When I came here, I expected Americans to frown and be mean. I've heard so many stories about Americans. But I think most of them were lies, because everyone I've met is so nice, and no one frowns. I do not believe your parents would punish you for taking me on a date, if that was something that was good for me, or useful to me." "You have a lot to learn," he said. "Of course I do. I just got here." "Let's get finished and I'll get out a picture puzzle." Then, of course, he had to explain what that was. ------- After a week, Bob and Molly finally fucked themselves out for a while and began to take a more active role in Nadia and Ruth's evenings. Television was interesting, because there was so much innuendo, slang and non-verbal communication going on. It was good that they had a DVR system, because they needed to stop and explain things to her often, replaying sequences as well. But she was a quick learner. Part of that quick learning was identifying, through some arcane talent she had, which things to ask Bob and Molly about, or ask about in their presence, and which things to ask only Ruth about. Part of that talent was developed when, one night after the TV had been turned off, and shortly before bedtime, she asked a question to the room in general. "Today, a boy named Todd talked to me. He called me a baby and said Ruth is a wimp. He said he could make me squeal if I let him. What did he mean?" Bob looked up from his paper, alarmed. Molly held the book she was reading with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other. Ruth made a growling sound in his throat. "Todd Bunsen?" he said. "I don't remember his last name. I didn't like him very much. He seemed icky." "Icky?" asked Molly. "Where did you learn that word?" "Melody Simpson taught it to me," said Nadia. "She says that sometimes there are icky men watching the games." "Who's Melody Simpson?" asked Bob. "Cheerleader," said Ruth, frowning. "Ahhhh," said Bob. "Icky indeed." "So what does this mean ... to make me squeal? I think this has something to do with sex, yes?" That was when she learned that it was much easier to talk to Ruth alone about things sexual. While the parents indulged in sex frequently ... and loudly ... they didn't seem to be willing to talk about it as freely as Ruth was. It was also how Bob and Molly found out Ruth was being characterized as Nadia's boyfriend. They blamed it on Ruth, of course. When she finally understood why they were yelling at him, she clapped her hands until she got silence. "No, no. Ruth did not say this. I am the one who said this. I did not ask him first." "Why would you say something like that?" asked Molly. "Because of these icky boys, who try to hit on me," she said. "If I tell them I have a boyfriend, then they don't hit on me so much. And who could I say was this boyfriend? It had to be Ruth. It has been very helpful to me. Please do not be angry with him and ground him." "Well I'll be damned," said Bob. "She's both gorgeous and smart as a whip." He put the paper down. "Dear? I think we need to discuss this privately, in the bedroom." Nadia laughed, and then clapped her hand over her mouth and looked away. Both adults stared at her. "Please," sighed Ruth. "Just go on. I'll explain later." He hoped they'd forget, and the time for that explanation would never come. ------- Suppertime was almost always interesting, because Nadia was popular with everybody, including the jerks. And she often brought home a new word or phrase she didn't understand. She had developed a kind of radar about when to ask what something meant, right then and there, and when to save it to ask her host family. It was one such evening when she asked "What is a rod?" "A rod?" Bob usually answered the technical questions. "Usually it is a piece of metal that is long and thin. A rod often connects two other things together," he said. She looked confused. "A boy at school told me his rod is ten inches long. He looked very proud. Why would he be so proud of something like this?" Molly choked on the spinach she had been eating and coughed. Bob took time out to pat her on the back. Ruth, having some experience at this sort of thing by now, said "He was bragging about being very manly. He thought that would impress you." "Manly? How could a long thin thing impress -" She stopped and blinked. "Oh. Now I think I understand. He was not talking about something made of metal." "Right," said Ruth. "And he was also lying." "Lying?" "Nobody's ... um rod ... is ten inches long." "I don't think we need to teach her how long things are and are not, Ruth," said Bob. His wife started coughing again. It sounded suspiciously like she was trying not to laugh by coughing intentionally. After that, based on this talent she had of discerning when something might have to do with sex, she approached Ruth privately, usually just before bedtime. One such night she approached him. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," said Ruth. He was used to it now, and rarely got embarrassed any more. "Why would someone think you were imaginary?" "Imaginary?" "A boy named Dennis said I should put you in the dump and he would show me what a real man could do." "He wants to have sex with you," said Ruth. "He doesn't think I'm imaginary. He just thinks he's a better man than I am." "Why would he think that? You're a fine man." "Thank you," said Ruth, feeling the familiar tingle in his loins. Nadia was always good for a fantasy, but especially when she said things like that about him. "He's jealous. Remember, I said people will think we kiss and have sex and all that. He wishes he could be me, so he could kiss you and have sex with you, and he thinks that by saying he's better than me, you might dump me - break up with me - and start going with him." "He's an idiot, then," said Nadia. "I agree," said Ruth, grinning. "I'm going to my room now," she said. Nadia was like that. She might be reading a book, or putting together a puzzle - she loved them - and suddenly she'd ask a question. Then, once her curiosity was taken care of, she'd go back to whatever she had been doing. Ruth had no idea that her mind churned on the things she learned, long after she left his presence. The fact was that she spent a lot of time with others than her host family. Ruth was only in one of her classes. She often stayed late after school at the request of this or that club, which wanted to ask her questions about life in Russia. The cheerleaders basically adopted her as an unofficial member of the squad. Even adults at the school tried to spend time talking to her, both because she was fun to be around, and because she was interesting. So Nadia, over time, had many boys to compare Ruth to, and many men and women to compare her host parents to. And, as it turned out, the Cummins family did pretty well in the comparison. Ruth, especially, fared well. That was because, other than Ruth, almost no one tried to just be her friend. It wasn't because no one wanted to be friends with her. It was just that they didn't know how to do that, and didn't want to look foolish to this exotic, beautiful girl with the enticing accent. The boys who talked to her broke down into two basic groups. She didn't think of it that way on a conscious level, but that's really the way it was. There were the boys who were just curious about her, or even a little afraid of her, and the ones who hit on her. It should have been no surprise, therefore, that she preferred to spend time with Ruth, over all the others. ------- There were still moments of humor, involving the parents. One such was after Nadia learned to address people by saying things like "What's up?" and "What's the good word?" While she'd been scared half to death about coming to America, once she'd been there for a while, at least in tiny Victorville, she wasn't shy at all. She was very outgoing, and the fact that someone was a stranger to her didn't keep her from speaking. As a result, she spoke to people that, had she known them better, she might have passed by. She had been invited to join the cheerleading squad, and had stayed after school one day to see what that meant. When she got home it was time for supper, and everyone was already in the kitchen, where they ate most of their meals. Bob said "What's the good word, Nadia?" in welcome, and she brightly said "Legs is the good word. Spread the good word!" She beamed, until she found her host family staring at her with horror. It turned out a boy had heard her greet someone and had coached her to always say what she had just said to them. It was funny after a while, but only because Nadia thought it was funny, instead of being embarrassed. Bob took her aside and taught her a phrase to say to this boy, the next time she saw him. He even explained, very carefully, exactly what it meant, so she'd understand exactly what she was saying. It involved the words "limp dick" and she was warned to use it only once, and not in hearing of any adults. But mostly, her questions were reserved for Ruth. The routine in the Cummins house was to limit television time, and spend the evening hours either reading, playing games or doing something physical, like walking or running. Bedtime for Ruth and Nadia was firmly set at ten on school nights, but it was on the honor system. Molly and Bob did stay up that late, occasionally, but not often. On Friday and Saturday nights, they could stay up as late as they liked. It was, in fact on a Saturday night that Nadia asked "When may I go to this mall I have heard so much about?" "That is over in Salina," said Molly. "It's several hours away. But Ruth could take you to the WalMart in Great Bend if you need anything in particular. That's only half an hour from here." "Ruth can take me?" "Drive you." "In the car? Ruth can drive the car?" "Well sure," said Ruth. I've been driving for over a year. Don't you drive?" "No, and she's not going to learn," said Molly firmly, remembering the story the woman at the Exchange Student office had told her. "Cars are very expensive in Russia," said Nadia, looking at Ruth like he was something special. "I'm very impressed that you get to drive one." "Just about everybody drives around here," said Ruth, feeling heat suffuse his face. This girl made him so nervous sometimes, especially when she said things like that. "Based on what you've told me so far, I suspect once you get to WalMart, you're going to want to spend some time there, so why don't you wait and go next Saturday," said Molly. "I will wait," said Nadia firmly. "I am looking forward to watching Ruth drive a car, but I will wait. ------- Chapter 4 Another week passed, and with it came more questions. They were working on a puzzle of the Kremlin one night, when Nadia asked one. "Today Steven, a boy in my Calculus class, wanted to know why I was with a wimp like you, instead of a stud like him. Can you explain this to me?" One of Ruth's favorite things, these days, was to find out how she had handled that in the moment, so he asked her what she said when he told her that. "Whenever someone asks me why you are my boyfriend, I tell them you make me happy." "So you told Steve Hopkins I make you happy?" Steve was on the wrestling team, and had gone to State the year before. He hadn't won, but he'd gone, and he liked to remind people of that. "I had this feeling that he was talking about something to do with sex. He had that look on his face. So I told him you make me feel so good when we are together that I wasn't sure I could stand being any happier without needing a hospital." Ruth gawked. "You said that?" "Yes. Was it wrong to say?" "No. Not exactly. But I suspect he thinks something different than you meant." "So what is wimp and stud?" she asked. "A wimp is someone no girls want to have sex with," said Ruth. "And a stud is someone all the girls want to have sex with." "So there are no studs at Victorville Consolidated High School," she said. "I didn't say that." "You said all girls would want to have sex with one. There is no boy at this school I want to have sex with. Therefore there are no studs." Ruth laughed. "I guess you're right. No studs. I wish I could write that in some yearbooks." Then he had to explain what a yearbook was. ------- Saturday came, and the trip to WalMart was a resounding success. Nadia cooed and giggled as Ruth drove them to the store. Once inside, Nadia just stood in awe. Both the quantity and variety of things astonished her. When she saw the bakery, she got pale and said that much bread would feed her village for a month. Even more impressive, in her opinion, was that there were no lines to get it. They had been in the store for over an hour when they happened upon the women's clothing section. Nadia was entranced, looking at everything, touching everything, and generally acting like a kid in a candy shop. The exchange program gave her a stipend each month, and she had some money. She still wasn't comfortable with dollars, and hadn't put much in their basket because she was quite sure the next thing she saw would be even better, and she didn't want all her money to be gone. Then she turned a corner and saw the lingerie. She stood and stared, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "It's so beautiful," she sighed. "So pretty." "I'll just leave you to look at all that stuff while I go look at T shirts or something," said Ruth, who didn't want to be caught dead by any of his friends in the bra and panty section of WalMart. "No, no! You must help me! I have to have something from there." She pointed and swung her arm. "I have never seen anything that beautiful!" "Well yeah, but I can't be here with you," moaned Ruth. He couldn't very well tell her he was getting a hardon from thinking about it. She ignored him. She was, it turned out, looking at a pale blue panty and bra set that was lacy and sheer. Five feet away was another set that was black. They weren't racy, in the sense that they displayed her sexually. They were just very feminine, and a far cry from the sturdy white, cotton bras and panties she had always worn, and which, to be honest, was all one could get in her part of Russia. She held both sets to her chest, breathing deeply. "Which one should I get?" she asked. "I don't know," said Ruth, nervously. His groin was giving him signals that suggested he needed to calm down, instead of thinking what she might look like in those outfits. "I can't help you with this, Nadia." It was, at that moment, that Tiffany Dodd and Maria Gonzales, two cheerleaders, approached. "Hi, Nadia," said Tiffany. "I see the pervert brought you to the good stuff section." She smiled, though, suggesting that she didn't really think Ruth was a pervert. "He didn't bring me here," said Nadia, still staring at the wealth of sexy things on display. "I said he had to help me choose, but he says he can't." "Of course he can't," said Tiffany. "He's a boy! Not to worry. Maria and I will make sure you get just what you need." She turned to Ruth. "Run along now." She whisked her hand at him several times. "Go gawk at video games or something. We'll come find you when we're finished. ------- It was the better part of an hour before they did, in fact, come to find him. The things they had selected were already bagged up, with the plastic handles of the sacks tied in a knot, and the receipt stapled to one of them. "You owe me thirteen bucks," said Maria. "She went over her allowance." "Oh," said Ruth. "Okay." He pulled out his billfold and gave Maria a twenty, telling her she could give him the change whenever she happened to have it. "She said you were a good boyfriend," said Tiffany. "So we took care of you, you horndog. You owe us." "Owe you?" "You'll see," said Tiffany, mysteriously. "Now, we're late to meet my boyfriend, so we have to go. We'll see you in school, Monday." "Bye, bye," said Nadia. "Thank you for helping me. You were so nice." "We don't all have such a wonderful boyfriend," said Maria, smiling. "He is a very good boyfriend," said Nadia, smiling brightly at the two girls. Then she grinned. "I love America!" Maria looked sideways at Ruth, new respect in her eyes. "I bet you do," she said softly. "Come on, Ruth!" said Nadia, bounding on her toes. Her breasts bobbed gently under her shirt, and Ruth's eyes bobbed with them. "There is so much more I want to see!" "Me too," thought Ruth, but he didn't say so. ------- At supper that night, Nadia waxed fairly poetic about her Walmart experience, thanking Bob and Molly again for inviting her to come and letting her stay. "What did you get?" asked Molly. "I got chocolate!" she said, excited. "And I got some new clothes, and an amazing new toothbrush. It was so much fun!" "Well good," said Molly. "Ruth had to take me away from the food part," the girl sighed. "If I had more money I would buy everything. I would eat it all up and get very fat." "Well, we don't want anyone to think that the Cummins family got you fat," said Bob. He blinked, as his mind strayed to other meanings of the word "fat" in the context of being applied to a beautiful, nubile, young woman. He pushed his plate away. "And I don't want to get fat either." He looked at Molly. "Darling, I think a walk would do us good. Let's go get changed." "A walk," said Molly, staring at him. When his hand slid along the inside of her thigh she laughed and said "Yes, let's go get changed." On her way out of the kitchen she stopped and hugged Nadia. "We're very glad you're here, dear. I'm personally delighted." She kissed the girl on the cheek and then went to the bedroom with her husband. Nadia turned to Ruth. "Should we go for a walk too?" Ruth grinned. "I don't think they're actually going for a walk." "What are they doing?" She looked at him curiously and then they heard Molly squeal briefly. Her eyes went round. "Again?" she gasped. Ruth nodded. "I think that's one reason Mom is so glad you stayed with us." The girl wasn't stupid. "Your father ... he still wants to have sex with me?" "It's not that he wants to have sex with you," said Ruth. "He just likes thinking about the idea of it, and that makes him horny, and Mom helps him with that problem." "What is this word ... horny?" "It means excited ... aroused ... thinking about having sex and being excited at the thought that you might. "Ahhhh, like when you want to jack off." "Yes ... exactly," said Ruth. "Except they have sex instead of jacking off." "Exactly!" sighed Ruth. "Would you take me for a walk anyway?" asked Nadia. "Sure. Where do you want to go?" "I just want to walk and think about things," she said. And so he walked with her to the swimming pool, half a mile away. It was closed now, but he told her it would be open the following summer. He said he wished he could go swimming with her there, but of course she'd probably be gone back home by the time it opened. On the way back home she reached for his hand and interlaced her fingers in his. She kept his hand all the way home. ------- Ruth was lying on top of his covers in his briefs, reading a book. Or trying to read a book. His mind kept wandering back to that walk, and her fingers casually mixing with his. It had felt very intimate, somehow. He couldn't even remember what they'd talked about. The parental units had already been in bed when they got back. Ruth and Nadia had stayed up a while. One of her favorite games was for him to open the dictionary to any page and pick a word. If she knew what it was, she told him. If not, she guessed, asking for clues. He taught her a little English, and she taught him a little Russian. Eventually, though, she had said it was bedtime. He sensed, more than saw the doorknob of his door move. He looked over to see her slip in the partially opened door. Molly had given her a pink robe, because she didn't have her own, and she was wearing it now. She looked nervous. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing. I'm just trying to be quiet," she said. "Oh," he said. He was suddenly aware that all he had on was a pair of Fruit of the Looms. He looked down at his lump. It wasn't showing too badly. He looked up to see that she seemed to be examining the same thing. She stood there while he lay there. After what seemed like ten minutes of silence, (but which was really only a little more than thirty seconds, ) he spoke. "So ... what do you want?" "Oh!" she yipped softly. "I want to show you something." "Okay." She fiddled with the tie of her robe. "Tiffany said I have to watch your eyes when I show you," she said. "Why?" "She said your eyes will pop right out of your head. I was worried at first, because I don't want your eyes to leave your head, but I think this is just another American saying." "Um ... yes," said Ruth, wondering what was about to happen. What happened was that, with a flick of her fingers, the belt to the robe fell to the sides and she shrugged her shoulders, letting the robe fall to the floor behind her. She was wearing one of the outfits Tiffany and Maria had chosen for her. It was vibrantly lime green, and seemed to have golden speckles in it. The bra part barely covered her nipples, and the sheer panel that did cover them didn't hide them completely. He could tell they were very pink. The bottom was a triangle of that same sheer fabric, bordered by the brilliant green and gold stuff. Dark green cords rose over each hip to go to the back. Even to Ruth's eyes, it was obvious it was a thong, and that if she turned, he'd see all of her bare ass. He had stopped breathing, and started again with a rush of air. "Now I understand what she meant," said Nadia softly. "Is good ... yes?" "Is fantastic," croaked Ruth. He looked at his briefs, which were now obscenely stretched by his adolescent boner. He covered it with both hands, automatically. "Please don't do that," she said, taking half a step toward him. He looked at her and then at his hands. "Take them away ... please?" He pulled them away and watched her eyes examine the shape of the lump. "Tiffany asked me if you were good in bed," said Nadia. "I remembered what you said ... about people thinking we have sex, like your parents." "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I said you were very good ... better than Russian boys." "You did?" He sounded like a six year old girl. She nodded. "She said when I showed you this, you would drag me to bed." He swallowed. "I can understand why she'd say that." "So ... are you?" He blinked, his eyes still roving over her body. "Am I what?" "Good in bed." He felt the heat suffuse his face, and he finally had the strength to jerk his eyes away from her charms. Suddenly it was very important to him how this all went. It wasn't because he wanted to get her in bed. That was part of it, but it was a dream-sequence part that he was pretty sure would never actually happen. But what he craved from this girl, at this moment, was for her to like him ... to want to be around him ... to want to stay there and finish the school year. He did not want her to be worried about what he was going to try with her. For that reason, and perhaps because he didn't have much experience at interpreting the signs of what a woman was feeling, he spoke to that end. "I've never taken a girl to bed. I'm a virgin. I'd probably be lousy in bed. The whole idea of it scares me half to death." "Really?" Her nervousness seemed to vanish and she leaned forward, looking very interested. "I mean don't get me wrong," he said. "You look so beautiful that it hurts." "You mean there?" She pointed to his groin. "Well ... sort of. I guess what I mean is that you need to be careful who you show that to, because any guy who saw you like this would want to take you to bed. Tiffany was right about that part." "Wearing it makes me want to jack off," she said softly. "Does it make you want to jack off too?" He couldn't lie about that. The evidence was right there. "Yes," he said. "The only hui ... cock ... I have ever seen was my uncle's. Is it acceptable if I ask to see yours?" "What?" "I don't want to break the rules," she said. "But I am very curious about all this. Tiffany says a hard man is good to find, and you are hard ... yes?" Ruth struggled to control the rising hysteria that threatened to make him shout out loud. He'd thought she was worried. Now he understood that wasn't the thing at all. "I'm hard ... yes," he said. "And we are following your customs, yes?" "I think so," he said. He'd never been in this situation before. He didn't actually know what the customs were! "I mean if you are my boyfriend, I can show you this." "Oh! Yes." Part of Ruth's brain tried to remind him that customs in this situation differed, depending on the family rules, so to speak. She seemed to relax. "Good," she said. "So what Tiffany told me to do is right." "Definitely," said Ruth, telling his conscience to shut the fuck up. "Good," she said again. "So now I am supposed to do this, yes?" Her fingers went to the connection of the two bra cups, which she twisted with enough skill that it was clear she had practiced it a number of times. she spread the cups wide, exposing her breasts to Ruth. His eyes seemed to rattle in his head as the pink nipples, which stuck out just like the nipples on the women at the porn sites, seemed to look at him like little eyes. ------- Chapter 5 Ruth stared at her naked breasts. He realized he was holding his breath and let it out, only to take in another big lungful. "Oh damn," he whispered. He didn't have to look to see that a small stain had appeared on the front of his briefs. He'd felt himself leak. "Is not good?" She sounded heartbroken. "No, no, no, no, no," Ruth stuttered. "Is very good. Yes. Is perfect. I'm just surprised, that's all." "Why? Tiffany said she did it like this for her boyfriend. I thought it was okay to do for you." "I'm delighted," he said, fighting the urge to touch his hardon. His conscience gave it one last effort. "But I'm not actually your boyfriend." "Why not?" she asked. "Don't you like me?" "Of course I like you. Right now I'm half in love with you, Nadia. But usually a girl picks some other guy to be her boyfriend. They don't pick me." "Well they are stupid, then," she said, letting go of the loose bra cups and shrugging the garment off. "They should choose you as their boyfriend. You are obviously the best boy I have seen." "Well thanks," he said, grinning. "I'm just not used to women thinking about me that way." "You make me want to jack off, Ruth" "I do?" He leaked some more. "I have never met a boy who made me feel that way." "You haven't?" She shook her head solemnly. "I love the way your eyes look at me. I have never wanted to show a man my ... siski." She cupped her breasts. "Tiffany called them tee-tees?" "She said titties, or maybe tits," said Ruth. "But that's not the best name for them. Yours should be called breasts." He felt saliva collect in his mouth and swallowed, licking his lips. "Breasts," she said. "Will you show me your cock now?" "Yes!" said Ruth, without thinking about it. His hands reached for his shorts and his thumbs engaged the elastic. He paused. The look on her face gave him courage, though, and he pushed. It felt silly to leave them around his thighs, so he just kept pushing and then used his feet to get them off. He lay on the bed, not knowing what to do with his hands. His cock almost lay on his belly, but bobbed a little bit, too stiff to lay down flat. While looking at it he had the sudden epiphany that it was in the perfect position to be inside a girl if they were front to front. It would just naturally lie within her without any stretching, bending or fuss. He saw a bead of precum ooze from the slit as he contemplated being in that position with Nadia. "American cocks are very different," whispered Nadia, stepping closer. "Really?" "Yes. My uncle's had a round, purple tip." Ruth reached and pushed his penis upright. "Like this?" He gripped and retracted his foreskin, stretching it as far as it would go. "Yes!" she yipped. "Just like that! How did you do that?" She watched, fascinated as he demonstrated his "capability" for her. The naughty part of him asked "Would you like to try it?" "I can do this thing?" she asked, stepping closer. His eyes took in the round, pale globes of her breasts, with their strawberry, stiff nipples, and he nodded. "Girlfriends do it for their boyfriends all the time." "Ohhhh good," she said. "I wanted to ask to touch it, but I was afraid." She reached to touch, then manipulate. Intuitively she curled her hand around it. It seemed to fit her palm perfectly. She pushed down, revealing the crown and laughed in delight. Her enthusiasm put Ruth right on the edge of climax almost immediately. He began to gasp and she stopped, looking worried. "Am I hurting you?" "Oh no," he panted. "It's just that ... well ... when you play with it like that ... something comes out." "Your ... malofya ... how you say?" "Sperm," he gasped. "I want to see the sperm," she said, squeezing a little harder as she stroked. She got her wish. A jet leapt from the tip, half a foot into the air, and then fell to land on her hand as more came welling out to form a tiny lake in the circle made by her fist as she drew it upwards. She stared at it, and then looked at his face, which was red as he panted from the exertion of both his completion, and his efforts not to yell as it arrived. "You liked this?" she asked. Anybody in the world would have recognized the hope in her voice. "Yes!" he gasped. And then, for lack of anything better, "Thank you!" "You are very welcome," she said, almost formally. She leaned down, her lips almost brushing his. "I believe both in America and Russia we do this." Then she pressed her lips to his, as her hand played with his softening penis. ------- It might have been awkward, had not Ruth been so desperate to please her in return. The kiss had actually calmed him a little bit, as her warm lips moved his around over his teeth. She didn't french kiss, but neither was her kiss formal or stiff. It was inviting, and she made it clear she was not unhappy with what had happened. When the kiss broke and she hung her sperm-covered hand out in front of her, he sat up and grabbed his briefs, which he used to clean her hand off. She knelt and let him do so, looking from her hand to his eyes. It took only a little bit of courage for him to ask the question that was foremost in his mind. "Do you still want to ... jack off?" She nodded. "Can I help you ... like you helped me?" She blinked slowly, and then he saw color rise into her cheeks as she nodded again, slowly. "I have embarrassment about being naked," she whispered. "I know. I did too. I've never let a girl see me like this before," he said. "You are helping me to be brave," she said. She stood. Like his thumbs had stretched the elastic of his waistband, hers caught in the cord of her thong. "Wait!" he whispered. She froze. "Turn around," he said. She turned, slowly, her thumbs still engaging the cord. As her cheeks came into view he felt his cock tell him it was still alive. "You're so beautiful," he sighed. "You think my bottom is pretty?" She giggled. "I think all of you is pretty," he said. Somehow she knew she could proceed, and she pushed the thong down. "It feels funny here," she said, reaching to poke her fingertips between her ass cheeks. "It is very strange." "It isn't made to feel good," he said. "It's made to make men crazy." "Crazy," she said. "Not insane ... it's different. It means very, very eager to have sex." "Oh ... like your cock was excited to have sex." "Yes, exactly." "I think I am excited to have sex right now," she said, her eyes smoky. "We shouldn't do that," he said. "I know. That's why I will let you help me jack off." ------- Ruth would have done fine if he had simply let her show him where and how to touch her. But Ruth had watched plenty of porn videos, and a large number of them had involved men licking women's pussies. He knew what a clitoris was, and where to find it. He also had some idea of how to use his tongue on it. Not that he was thinking about that as he got off the bed and she took his place. Of more importance to him was the opportunity, as she slowly spread her legs and lifted her knees to open herself, to see a girl's sex up close and personal, so to speak. It was, after all, something he had never been able to examine before. And it was as he leaned down to peer at the loose, rosy folds of her pussy lips, that all those videos exploded into his mind. It so happened that she was in the process of holding those lips open with two fingers of one hand, so she could point to the little bud peeking out of its sheath with one finger of the other hand, when he suddenly knew how he was going to make her happy. He also remembered how her uncle had said he would do the same thing, but hadn't gotten the chance. Nadia, unprepared for him to do what she had only thought about before, stopped breathing, as he leaned down to suck the bud between his lips, nipping at it with his lips, and then, astonished at how good she tasted, licking her over and over with the flat of his tongue. She held her breath, in fact, for a good twenty seconds as these new feelings washed through her body, until she knew she was going to scream, and there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop herself. Grabbing frantically for the pillow under her blond head, she pulled it over her face and pressed it hard just as her agonized scream of joy fled her lips. To Ruth, it sounded like the honk of some exotic bird. He interpreted it as evidence that he was doing it right. So he crawled up on the bed to lie between her widespread thighs and suck on her clitty some more. She spoke Russian for the next fifteen minutes. His jaw and tongue got tired as her hips pulsed, rising and falling in distinctly fucking motions. It was by the frequency of those jerks, and the fact that her hands came to pull hard on his hair, that he knew he was about to be responsible for a girl's orgasm for the first time in his life. She had to let go of his hair to use the pillow again, but her thighs came together to crush his face, as she rolled, trying to assume a fetal position. He laughed into her pussy, while he tried to roll in such a way as to avoid having his neck broken. Then she let him go and he rolled onto his back, crosswise on the lower part of the bed, just as out of breath as she was. There followed fully five minutes, during which neither of them spoke as they reflected on what had just happened. Eventually she sat up, Indian style, and he rolled over to rest on one elbow, with his head supported on his hand. Her sex drew his eyes like a magnet, but he forced his gaze elsewhere. Often he found her staring at his penis, but then her eyes darted to his. Finally she spoke. "You said, a little bit past, that you were half in love with me." "Yes," he said, astonished that he didn't feel fear. "I think I am more than half in love with you, Ruth Cummins." "I am glad," he said, mentally clamping down on the urge to give a rebel yell. "I am concerned about this," she said. Suddenly all his doubts were back. "Why?" "Because I am thinking that jacking off may not be enough to satisfy me for many more weeks ... and I have months left to stay here." "Oh," he said. "Can I tell you something?" "Of course," she said. "If I never got to touch you again, and if you never touched me again after tonight, I'd still be the happiest boy in this town. "Damn!" she said, her expletive eerily like his had been earlier. "What's wrong?" he asked, much as she had. "You make me want to jack off so much!" ------- Chapter 6 Their relationship, after that night, changed somewhat fundamentally. Oddly, both of them tried to avoid accepting the change. Ruth tried to ignore his feelings for her because that's what he thought she wanted him to do. Nadia recognized that she was now willing to entertain having a full and complete relationship with a boy ... man ... something that had only been academic in the past. To say that she was aware of how much she liked Ruth, is to say that an addict is aware of how much he'd like to get another fix. She wrote her mother long letters, describing the way things had happened, her reasons for initially calling Ruth her boyfriend, and how her feelings for him had progressed. She didn't describe what had happened that night, or what her cheerleader friends had set her up to do, but she did describe the general sexual atmosphere in America, or at least in Victorville. Her mother wrote her back even longer letters, telling her that Victorville was no different than any place on earth. For tens of thousands of years men had been attracted to women, and women to men. It was what they were born to do. Her mother had only an eighth grade education. It was Nadia who had tutored her, instead of the other way around. Her mother learned as much from Nadia's homework in Russia as Nadia did. And they had spent hours and hours talking about life. But her mother had never grasped the concept of what education could do for a Russian. She didn't know any educated people, with the exception of the inspectors who came to town occasionally. No one liked them, or wanted them around. To Nadia's mother, the goal was to find a good man, have many strong babies, and live life well, and as long as you could. Basically, the pressure Nadia felt was only increased by her mother's recommendation to follow her heart, rather than her head. She lasted a whole month, sitting beside him at supper, talking with him softly as they did homework, or played a board game or worked on one of the dozens of puzzles they had. It had snowed deep, and everyone spent evenings inside now. He was the perfect gentleman, which was probably more devastating to her control than anything else. He didn't push, like other boys tried to. He wasn't crude, like other boys were. His shy smiles melted her heart and practically required that, every night, she rub between her legs until the sweet release allowed her to sleep. But of course the last thing she thought about before that sleep took her, was how much sweeter and better the release had been with his lips on her. And, of course, there were two more outfits the girls had chosen for her, that she hadn't shown her boyfriend yet. ------- One of the outfits Ruth hadn't seen yet had been purchased with the recommendation that she make an ... alteration ... to her current appearance. Maria, in the dressing room at Walmart, had even showed her what that might look like by pulling up her skirt, and pulling down her panties. Tiffany's assurance that no man could resist her if she shaved down there, had been taken with a grain of salt, at the time. But now she was much more interested in exploring this new idea. She had gotten the bra and panty set out several times, letting her fingers slide over the soft fabric, or pull and pluck at it. The material was a rich, dark maroon color, and felt as soft as the fur of a kitten. It was made of what she would have called yarn, though it was impossibly thin yarn, compared to what she had seen the old grandmothers working with in Russia. Plus it was woven loosely, which meant it would stretch easily. She tried the bra on once, and then performed antics in front of the mirror to see if it restrained her breasts as she jumped or danced. It did not. It framed them. It displayed them. But it did nothing to support them. And when she tried on the bottoms, she saw immediately what Tiffany had been talking about as numerous bright blond hairs found and protruded from the mesh-like fabric. Of course this particular clothing wasn't really designed for support. It wasn't really even designed to be worn under clothing. Tiffany had called it a "sleep set" and said it was for teasing boyfriends. She had also said a bald pussy teased them to distraction. She had shaved her legs and, since coming to America, under her arms. But she had never tried to shave between her legs. It actually gave her the excuse she had been looking for. So one night, wearing the maroon sleep set, with shaving cream and razor in hand, she paid her boyfriend another visit. She found him just like he had been the time before, with those tight, white underwear showing off his bulging manhood while he read a book. He looked over at her and smiled. "I haven't seen that outfit before," he said. "I didn't show it to you because there was a problem." "And the problem was resolved?" "No. I need help resolving it." She walked to the bed and, transferring everything to one hand, reached with the other to pluck at a few blond strands that she had carefully managed to get through the mesh in just the right place to do what she was doing. She held out the shaving cream and razor that were in her other hand. "Oh man," said Ruth, staring at the errant blond pussy hairs. He licked his lips and Nadia felt warmth in her belly at the thought of that tongue flicking between other lips. "Will you help me?" she asked. "Um ... yes ... I will definitely help you," he said. She tugged at the maroon cloth. "I must take this off for you to help me, yes?" Ruth nodded. "Yes." Nadia loved the look in his eyes as he said that. "Even the top?" she asked, teasing. "We wouldn't want to get shaving cream on it," he said, his face straight. "Of course not," she said. She watched his face as she got naked, and the thrill in her belly zinged to her nipples, making her reach to squeeze them without realizing it. There was no place to sit except the bed, so she sat there while he got up and came around to kneel between her knees, which she found took no effort whatsoever to spread for him. They were not prepared, of course. They had no water. They had no towel. They had no scissors to shorten her blond nether locks prior to applying the razor. That implement, in fact, had been used several times, and a new one would have been better. But Ruth was performing a labor of love, so the amount of time it took him was of no consequence. He got a T shirt and put it under her, and another one to clean the razor on. If all he got on a swipe was four or five hairs, he didn't care. Luckily the shaving cream was a gel, which lubricated her skin well enough that he didn't burn it. The problem was that it amounted to masturbating her for half an hour. She sat up, leaning back on her arms, and watching as he carefully scraped the hair away. He found it naturally helpful to press and hold the top of her split to make the skin taut. That meant she felt the thrills of her bump being manipulated, even though he wasn't doing it on purpose, or at least for that reason. She tried to stay still, but eventually she couldn't, and finally, when a soft, almost languid orgasm soaked through her, she fell back flat on the bed, her breasts heaving. "You need to stay still," Ruth scolded her. "I cannot, with you doing that to me," she panted. "You are a very bad boyfriend right now." "Do you want me to stop?" She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide. "No! I didn't mean it. You're a good boyfriend." He grinned. "If the Marines came in here with guns, they couldn't make me stop right now." He reached for her head and pulled it to his for a kiss. This time she opened her mouth, not by design, but simply because she took a breath as his lips pressed to hers. Her tongue, for lack of anything else to do, explored and, within twenty seconds, they both learned how to French kiss. Both decided immediately that they liked it a lot. But Ruth pulled away from her and went back to work. She tried lying back, so she couldn't see his fingers, but that didn't really help, and when he was almost through, she had another orgasm. He paused while her belly heaved, understanding what was happening to her, if not precisely why it was happening, or that his fingers on her clit had caused it. Then he went back to work, removing the last patch of hair from her glistening mons. When he was finished, and had wiped her sex clean of the remaining gel, he couldn't resist leaning in to lap and suck at her now naked folds. She rolled, in panic, her fingers scrabbling for his pillow. ------- Perhaps because she was so well primed, he was able to bring her to the pinnacle twice before his tongue and jaw got tired, as it had previously. He was fired up, though, and licking and kissing her skin didn't stress his jaw. For that reason he found himself working his way up her body towards her head. Her lower legs hung over the edge of the bed, and her arms were thrown wide, where she had gone limp after the last orgasm. His face, tongue and lips, caressing her skin, felt wonderful, so she just lay there enjoying it. When he got to her breasts, two things happened. His urge to suck a nipple kicked in ... and the iron hard lump in his briefs pressed against her newly shaven pussy. The unbelievably sweet pain of having a nipple sucked caused her back to arch instinctively, and her hands came to the back of his head without conscious thought. The feeling down below, however, was something different. It wasn't a raw sexual sensation like his lips pulling at her stiff nipple. She felt something, and had to figure out what it was. The lovely sensations in her nipple distracted her, but eventually her brain registered that the only cloth on his body, which was what her pussy lips were feeling, was the cloth that covered the long, hard thing that she knew was meant to penetrate her down there. At that precise instant, a primitive part of Ruth's brain made exactly the same connection, and without thinking about it, he pressed his erection against something, simply because it felt good to do so. Then, because rubbing his cock against something also felt good ... his body did that without being told to. Suddenly Nadia's clitty was being massaged by something a lot more exciting than his fingers or tongue. She groaned as her body began to ready itself for the logical conclusion. He changed nipples, loving the feel of the semi-solid flesh that spiked into his mouth. He suddenly realized he was dryfucking the girl under him. That term - dryfucking - had always been an unappealing and emotionless concept to him in the past. That changed as he felt her pussy lips move under his cock's ministrations. The flesh he had just been sucking at, was now being moved by his prick, and there was nothing emotionless about it. Best of all ... she wasn't complaining. He felt the sudden need to see her eyes, and abandoned her nipples to move his face above hers. That brought even more of his weight onto his cock, as his toes began to slide on the carpet under them. His full weight came down on her groin as his lips hovered over hers. Her eyes were wide open. They looked on the lavender side of blue to him. "I love you," he whispered. She nodded, and he realized she was very tense. "I love you too," she panted. "I want to kiss you," he said, suddenly aware that he still tasted her pussy in his mouth. Her hands came to the back of his head again and she leaned her head up to crush her lips against his. Her tongue swabbed his lips and teeth and then dueled with his tongue, as their mouths opened wide. They had to pause the kiss to breathe, but his hips never stopped their endless circling as his cock rubbed her sex tirelessly. "Is that how I taste?" she gasped. "You taste wonderful," he panted back. "I do!" She sounded surprised. "Do you like this?" he asked, grinding his cock against her mound. "I love it!" she gasped. "I don't think I'm supposed to, but I do." "Do you want me to take my underwear off?" he asked hopefully. "Yes, but you must not," she whined. "Why not?" "Because if you do I will want ebat'. I want ebat' now!" "Ebat', parroted Ruth. "What your father wants when he takes Molly to the bedroom." "Oh man," groaned Ruth. "Oh Ruth, I love you so much." It took a supreme effort, but Ruth pushed himself back down, dragging his boner across the edge of the bed between her thighs. Her pussy was there, pulsing, the lips wet and puffy. He couldn't resist sucking them between his lips again. She let him for a few seconds, and then sat up and pushed his head away. "Wait!" she panted. "Get back." He was afraid she was sending him away, but he moved back on his knees. "Stand up," she ordered, and when he had, she said "Take them off." Her eyes were pinned to his briefs. Feeling a mixture of elation and terror, he shoved his shorts down and stood before her, his boner jutting from the wisps of brown hair at the base. He watched as her fingers came and expertly, even to his untrained eyes, began to manipulate her clit. "Don't move," she begged, as her efforts increased. Suddenly she stiffened two fingers and began sliding them in and out of her pussy rapidly, the pads scraping over her clit as she did so. "Don't move," she whispered again, leaning forward. He actually saw the orgasm arrive. Her belly rippled, like a belly dancer's, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she leaned even farther forward and stared at his cock. She froze, her fingers deep inside her, and the only sound was her ragged breathing. "Don't move," she barely whispered again, and he stood there, frozen, his own lungs straining to get enough air to keep him conscious. He saw her body relax, a muscle group at a time, until she sat back up, pulling her fingers from her pussy. She pulled her eyes away from his cock for the first time to look at them. Then she delicately sniffed at them, and finally put them in her mouth to suck them clean. She looked back at him. "I never did that before," she said softly. "I taste good!" she added, her voice clearly amazed. His jaw simply dropped, leaving his mouth open. Suddenly she stood up and came to him. Her hands pulled, and moved him to the bed, pushing him to fall on his back. Then she was over his groin and her hand gripped his stiff prick hard. "I never did this before either," she said, looking at the tip of his manhood, protruding from her fist. "I hope you taste good too." Her head descended and smooth lips took the place of her hand as wet heat surrounded the top half of his penis. He watched her cheeks collapse inward as she sucked. With a sobbing, gasping groan, Ruth Cummins experience severe premature ejaculation for the first time in his life. ------- Chapter 7 Nadia stood, her feet rising and falling, almost as if she were running in place, except in slow motion. Her arms were out, elbows bent, and her hands waved like she was suggesting a bird's wings during a game of charades. Her cheeks bulged and there was panic in her eyes. Ruth's eyes were drawn to her breasts, which wobbled alarmingly. Her bizarre dance ended suddenly, and Ruth looked up at her face to see her cheeks return to normal as she gulped. The hands stopped flapping, and one came to wipe the back across her lips. She gasped, her mouth open. He could see strings of white connecting her upper and lower front teeth, like some weird spider web. She closed her mouth and swallowed again. "You do not taste as good as I do," she finally managed. Her head tilted, and she gazed at him. Her eyes went to his penis, which now lay drunkenly across his abdomen. A small pool of white had oozed from the tip while she had her ... experience. She licked her lips again, and then went forward to scoop up the puddle with two fingers. Looking at them, like she had looked at those fingers after they had been inside her, she repeated the ritual of sniffing, and cleaning them in her mouth. "Actually, it gets better with time," she said. She went to him. "This is a very bad thing we have done. It has awakened a monster in me, and this monster is hungry. It is hungry for this." She grasped his limp cock and pulled it, stretching it from his body. "You can have that any time you want," he said weakly. "The monster doesn't want to eat you with this mouth." She kissed him and licked his lips. She could see him taste himself and react to that. "There is a different mouth that wants to swallow your cock." "I thought you said you weren't ready for that yet," he said. "I wasn't. That is changing. That is what I'm trying to tell you." "Oh." "We have no gandon." "Gandon?" "It covers your cock, to avoid making me with child." "Condom," said Ruth. "You must get some." "Okay," he said. What else could he say? "I think you should get many. Everything you have done to me I have come to love, like life itself. I am pretty sure that when we trakhat' I am going to like that very much too." "Do you think it's wise to go that far?" asked Ruth. "I do not think wisdom has anything to do with it," she said. She kissed him again, picked up the sleep set, razor and can of cream, and slipped out of his room. ------- Bob wasn't sure what had awakened him, but whatever it was had that insubstantial flavor of discomfort to it, like a wrong noise. He heard the squeak of protesting floorboards somewhere in the house. That, in itself wasn't strange. It happened all the time. He didn't think that was what aroused him. He glanced at the clock. It was half an hour past midnight. There came another squeak, and it occurred to him that the only person who usually got up in the middle of the night and walked around was him, thanks to a prostate that was slightly enlarged. He didn't think anybody had snuck into the house, but there was a good looking young woman living with them now, and he had an obligation to make sure, so he got up. He had only one gun in the house and, in line with current safety thinking, it was locked away, separated from the ammunition, and with a trigger lock on it. It occurred to him that it was of absolutely no use, and that perhaps he needed to think about that in the future. There was a softball bat in his closet, though. He'd taken it away from Ruth years ago when he caught the boy hitting rocks with it. He retrieved the bat and tiptoed to the door. Opening it only half way, he slipped into the hallway. Almost immediately he heard another floor squeak, this time in the same hallway he was standing in. He evaluated that squeak and determined that it was not near the bathroom that Ruth and Nadia shared. Therefore, there was no legitimate reason for a foot to have made it. He had no idea what was going on. But he intended to find out. He reached for the switch that turned on the hallway lights and, gripping the bat tighter, lifted it to shoulder height. Then he flipped the switch. The light both blinded and startled Nadia, who shrieked in fear and confusion. Her vision cleared about the same time as Bob's and they stood, ten feet apart, staring at each other. The bat sagged do the floor as he stared at her naked glory. He paid no attention to what was in her hands. The door behind him opened and Molly charged through. "What's going on?" she demanded. Ruth came hurtling through his door. He hadn't had time to put anything on, and his naked penis flopped between his legs. Nadia stood, almost frozen, but her hands slowly brought the clothing in them to cover her breasts. It left her newly shaved pussy on full display, though. "Nadia?" came Molly's voice. Then "Why do you have a bat, Bob?" And finally "Why is everybody naked?" Bob looked down at his naked body. He looked back up at Nadia. He turned around. "I heard a sound. I investigated. I'm going back to the bedroom." He was already half hard, and pushed past his wife. She was equally naked. They had made love earlier, and neither of them wanted to get up to put something on. Both loved to sleep together naked anyway. But Molly had no erection to embarrass her. Moreover, she knew that Ruth, unlike his parents, didn't sleep in the raw. And Nadia was coming from the direction of Ruth's room. She looked over her shoulder to the room Nadia had been given. The door to that room was standing half open. The light was off in there. "Houston, we have a problem," she said softly. ------- Three of them sat around the kitchen table. Bob fussed with the carafe of freshly brewed coffee and then brought it to the table, poured, and sat down. It was almost one in the morning, but it was technically Saturday, so the impromptu family meeting wouldn't have an impact on normal life. Whatever that was. It was, in fact, the definition of "normal life" that was being established, in a way. Bob was dressed in pajama bottoms. Molly had thrown on a robe. Due to the energy with which she had called the meeting, Ruth was only wearing his underwear. Nadia had on the maroon sleep set. The razor and can of shaving cream were sitting in the middle of the table. Molly had already experienced a plethora of emotions about the whole situation, both positive and negative. She liked Nadia ... a lot. She'd never had a daughter, and having Nadia there had fulfilled some desire deep inside her to have close communion with another woman. At the same time she realized the potential for what could actually turn into an international incident. Not that there would be a war about it, but it could still have an intensely negative impact on a lot of people. Thinking of Nadia as her own daughter, she had a pretty good idea of how Nadia's real mother was going to react, but at the same time she was Ruth's mother, and part of her heart was joyous for him, because any boy would be incredibly lucky to have formed that kind of relationship with a girl like Nadia. It was reflecting on these and other thoughts, that had settled her down. "Start at the beginning," she said. Nadia had been reflecting on things too. Her emotions weren't quite so tumultuous as Molly's. The thought of an international incident never entered her mind, except that she knew her mother would not make problems. That was for two reasons. First, her mother would probably be delighted that she was moving toward providing grandchildren. But even more important, her mother didn't want the Russian government to take notice of her at all. No ... what Nadia was worried about was being sent away. And she wasn't stupid, by any means. So when she spoke, it was with at least the beginnings of a plan in her mind. "The first night I was here," she said, "Ruth was explaining things to me, and showing me the farm. We came back to the house, and heard you crying out. We were afraid someone had broken in, and were coming to your aid, when we found that your moans were not from being attacked." Molly looked startled. "What?" Now Ruth spoke. "We ... um ... sort of saw you and dad ... in the bedroom." Molly bowed her head, leaning it against a raised hand, as if she were shading her eyes. "Oh good grief," she said. "And since then, we have heard you other times," said Nadia, helpfully. "One of the things I learned was what Bob meant when he said he needed to speak with you privately in the bedroom." "Oh good grief!" moaned Molly, still shading her eyes. Then she looked up. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were sharp. "Is that why you decided to say Ruth was your boyfriend?" "No," said Nadia. "The reasons for that I already told you, and that was the truth. But as I met more and more boys, I soon learned that Ruth was much more desirable than any of them. He was always kind to me, and polite, and caring. He answered my questions, and did not try to have sex with me." "That's not what it looked like tonight," said Molly. "You said to start from the beginning," said Nadia, her head held high. "You're right," admitted Molly. "Go on." "Many boys tried to get me to have sex with them. They were crude. I didn't like them. I didn't want to have sex with anybody. That was not why I came here. I wanted to study, and learn English and find out about America. And those are the things that Ruth is helping me do, and I came to like him very much. I talked to many girls too, and some of them talked about their boyfriends. Many of them had complaints. But the things they complained about were not things Ruth did. I grew to learn that, if Ruth had been my real boyfriend, I would be a very lucky girl." Molly held up one hand. "I understand how attractive my son is. Speaking of which, I'd like to hear from my son, who I would have sworn I had taught to respect women, rather than taking advantage of them." "I did respect her!" said Ruth. "I explained things to her, and told her how to avoid being victimized by guys who just wanted to get in her pants." "So you could get in her pants," said his mother. "It wasn't like that!" he insisted. "He is being truthful," said Nadia. "It was my fault." "Don't try to tell me you seduced my son," said Molly. "I don't know this word seduced. All I can say is that I did what the girls told me I should do." "What girls?" "Tiffany and Maria were two of them," she said. "They helped me at WalMart to pick out things to wear for my boyfriend. This is one of them." She plucked at the top of her sleep set. In this light both Ruth and Bob realized they could see the pink of her nipples through the cloth. "It was only then that I let him see me like a real girlfriend lets her boyfriend see her." Molly took a breath. As a parent she wanted to scream. But as a woman, she was curious about what American girls had told this one. Additionally, it might just spread the blame a little bit. "Please tell me about that," she said. So Nadia described how she was told to appear before Ruth in her new bra and panties, and how to expose her breasts. Nadia talked about how that made her feel, and how comfortable she felt doing something she'd never done before, but only because it was Ruth. She freely admitted that she had wanted to see and touch Ruth's manhood, and about how it had spurted. Bob groaned and now it was him shading his eyes, looking at the table. Molly let her talk, because Nadia didn't seem loathe to hold anything back. She spoke of recognizing the dangers, and of trying to pull back. She even recognized that it was Ruth cooperating with her desire to slow down, that made her want to speed up again. And that got them to the events of the previous hours. When Bob heard about what she went to Ruth to help her with, he broke. "I'm sorry," he rasped. "I have to go." He lurched to his feet, his hands covering his groin, and shuffled out of the kitchen at a half run. By the time Molly heard the rest of it, she was ready to join her husband. "And you did not have intercourse," she said. "I don't know that word," said Nadia simply. "I think you called it track-hat," said Ruth, his voice soft. Nadia remembered the English word now, but she knew it was considered vulgar by some. Still it was the only word she had at the moment. "We did not ... fuck," she said. "I told him we must have gandon first." "Condom," whispered Ruth, who was amazed both that this conversation was taking place at all, and because his parents were not reacting at all like he had thought they would. "Thank goodness for that," sighed Molly. She sat back in her chair. She looked down to confirm that her nipples were rock hard, but the robe didn't let that show. "We did not intend for this to happen," said Nadia. "I know," said Molly. "But it has, and this has to be addressed. I'm afraid your mother must be told, so that decisions can be made." "I can call her right now," said Nadia. "I thought you might resist doing that," said Molly. "Why would I?" asked the girl. She was thinking like a Russian now, and it didn't occur to her that a Russian mother might react differently than an American one, to a situation like this. Molly got the phone and handed it to her guest. ------- Chapter 8 "Get a grip, Bob, and come here," said Molly. "We have a decision to make." Bob didn't actually mind going with her. He had relieved the incredible stress he'd been under, imagining what it must have been like to shave that girl. He was much more relaxed now. He just hadn't gone back to submerge himself in what caused that stress to begin with. He followed Molly to the kitchen, where Nadia was chattering away in Russian on the phone. "You called her mother," he said. He didn't know how to feel about that. He liked Nadia too, and not just because she was a stone fox. He couldn't help reacting to that part of her, but he was also capable of appreciating her for her intelligence, and friendliness, and general personality. He didn't want her to leave. By the same token, he assumed she would now be jerked from their house, and that the honor of his family name might be at risk. "It seems Mrs. Valovitski would like to meet Ruth," said Molly, her voice tight. "Really!" said Bob. That was a new twist. "I'm not sending my son to Russia, Bob. Not when someone over there may decide he has committed some heinous crime and throw him in a gulag somewhere." Nadia's eyes flashed at the two adults as she heard the word "gulag" but then went back to wandering around as she talked. Men and women often think about things in very different ways. That had been happening during the family meeting. How Bob thought about things was quite different in many ways than how Molly did. They were very similar in other ways, but it is usually the differences that create the most tension. One major difference in men, though, is that when confronted with a problem, men like to try to just solve it, as opposed to talking about it for an extended period. That is something many women like to do. Bob went to the table and made the "time out" motion in front of Nadia's eyes. Thanks to her exposure to the cheerleaders and sports at school, she recognized it, said something into the phone, and then went silent, looking at Bob with question in her eyes. "Ask her if she'd like to visit America. I'd be happy to buy her a ticket." "What?" Molly's voice was shocked. "We have savings," he said. "What are we saving that money for? Something important, right? I think this qualifies as something pretty important." Nadia spoke briefly into the phone in Russian, listened for perhaps four or five seconds, and then pulled it away from her ear. "She is very excited," said Nadia. "She said she will begin tomorrow the process to get permission to come. "That's all she said?" asked Molly, a little dazed. "Well no. She also said I can't have sex with Ruth until she gets here." ------- "Can't have sex with my son until she gets here!" snorted Molly. She and Bob were still sitting at the kitchen table. They had sent Ruth and Nadia back to bed. Both adults were too worked up to sleep, though. "They think about things differently than we do," said Bob. "Don't give me that. That girl wants to have sex with my baby." "Your baby is almost eighteen, and so is she." "I know that," moaned Molly. "Don't tell me you expect me to just cave and let them fuck like bunnies." "Look, maybe we're overreacting," he said. "Maybe what she meant was 'Don't have sex with that boy before I get there, because when I do get there, I'm taking you home!" "He loves her," whined Molly, her voice tragic. "Did you see the way he looked at her?" "Yes," said Bob. "And I saw the way she looked at him." Molly sighed. "I know. I did too. They're crazy about each other. How did this happen? It's only been three months!" "The way I heard it, she couldn't resist him ... because he's the best catch in the whole school." "He's not supposed to be being caught!" she snapped. "He's supposed to go to college and get a degree and become a good provider!" "For who?" asked Bob, reaching for his bride's hand. "I don't know," she said miserably. "Do you think she'd be a better potential daughter-in-law than Nadia?" "You just like her tits," growled Molly. "And don't try to deny it." "I'm not," he said. "Just imagine them feeding our grandbaby ... Ruth's son or daughter." She stood up. "You're an evil man, Bob Cummins. You don't play fair, and I'm not going to forget it. You're going to pay for that." He shrugged. "I thought it might clear your brain." ------- Back in the bedroom, Molly writhed, her naked body trying to touch as much of her husband's naked body as she could. They had been kissing for fifteen minutes, and she had played with is iron hard prick for most of it. Despite her words, she had made it quite clear she wanted sex when they returned to their bedroom. "Do you think she's listening?" she purred into Bob's ear. "Are you going to make me squeal, so she understands what that means?" "Fuck," panted Bob. "You drive me crazy, woman, and you do it on purpose." She kissed her way down over his chest, and gripped the target she was aiming for. She lovingly sucked the tip and then bobbed her head rapidly. Over the years she had fine-tuned the ability to get him to the edge, and that's what she did now. "Not in your mouth, baby," he panted. She pulled her mouth off and jacked him just fast enough to keep things hot. "You want to shoot in my pussy, big boy?" she teased. "Ohhhh yes," he groaned. She let go of his cock and stood up. Reaching for the robe she had tossed on the end of the bed, she shrugged into it while he looked at her, his eyes round with questions. "Too bad, sweet cheeks," she said. "You'll have to finish things yourself. I need to go talk to Nadia." She blew him a kiss and walked to the bedroom door. As she opened it she looked over her shoulder. "I told you I'd make you pay." ------- Nadia was snoring when Molly walked into her room and turned on the light. The girl woke up slowly, groggy from not enough sleep, and squinting in the light. Molly sat on the edge of the bed. She idly noticed that Nadia was still wearing the maroon outfit that the boys had been so interested in. She could see why. She hadn't licked any pussy since she left college and got married. But she remembered it fondly. Still, now was not the time to start again. Nor was this girl the right one to start again with. "What makes you think you're in love with my son?" she asked. Nadia became alert quickly. She sat up and moved so she could lean against the headboard. "If I could not see him ... talk to him ... I would feel a black hole inside me ... a bottomless pit." "You didn't mention how much you want to have sex with him." "I think I want to do that, yes. But I have never done this before. I don't know what it will be like. Even if it turns out to be no good, though, I would still want to be around Ruth every day." "You have done some things, though. You did them with him," said Molly. "Were they satisfactory?" "I have seen you with your husband. I have heard you both. Was what he was doing to you then, satisfactory?" Molly didn't answer. "What I felt with Ruth was like that. I felt like I was flying, as if I could leave the earth and roam among the stars. I felt like I didn't need to breathe, as long as he continued to touch me. Satisfactory is a very poor word for what I felt." Molly frowned. "I guess I have to agree with that," she admitted. "Do you want me to go away?" There was tension in her voice that could be cut with a knife. Molly's shoulders lowered. "No," she said softly. "Do you hate me?" Molly looked at the girl then. "Never," she said, her voice strong. "Actually, I have come to think of you as a daughter." "You are disappointed in us?" "I know how hard it will be to make this work," said Molly. "And I'm not talking about what the Russian Government, or ours will say. You are from different cultures, and think about things in different ways. You are so young that you cannot know what love really is, and yet you will be required to give it every day or the relationship will die a painful death. Your mother may object. This is going to be so hard for you, and I ache that you have to go through that." "It would be hard for us both regardless of who we chose," said Nadia. "The differences are not so much, I think, as you see. My mother wants many strong grandchildren, and for me to be cared for by a man. She, too, knows how hard life can be. But life is always hard sometimes. I do not think rich people are happy all the time." "They're not," said Molly. "I think you are forgetting something, though," said the girl. "Ruth has not said he wishes to marry me. I believe it is the custom for the man to ask this to the woman ... in both our countries. And even if he had asked me, there would be much discussion between us before a decision was made. But he has not asked." "But you would have sex with him anyway?" Molly arched an eyebrow. "I love him. I love making him happy. I love it when he makes me happy. I do not see why we should throw away that kind of happiness just because formal arrangements have not been made. I know an old woman, back in my village. All she can talk about is how badly her husband's body smells. Their parents wanted the match, so she married him. But she has hated him from the first moment he lay with her. Do you think this was a good thing?" "There's anecdotal evidence to support any position," said Molly. She realized immediately she had used language Nadia would be unfamiliar with. "There is a way to argue that even death is good," she added. Nadia nodded. "I think it was Chaucer, in the thirteen hundreds who said you can't get anywhere unless you're willing to take a risk." Now Molly nodded. "Nothing ventured ... nothing gained." She stood. "I'm sorry I woke you up." "I'm not," said Nadia. "I have no trouble understanding why my son would be smitten with you," said Molly. "Smitten?" "Helpless, when you want something from him." "In that case, I am smitten with him too. That I have never had sex, is because he never asked me to." "I thought you were making the rules about that," said Molly. "I am," she said. "But if he had asked me, I would have ignored my rules." "Well," said the older woman, her voice wry. "We're definitely going to have to work on that. We can't give any man, even my son, that much power over you." She kissed Nadia on the cheek, let her get settled in bed, turned off the light, and then left the room. ------- Chapter 9 Ruth tried to hold his breath as he peeked through his barely open door. He had waited for the light under his parents' bedroom door to go out, but it hadn't. Then his mother left their room and went to Nadia's. Now she had returned to her bedroom. He looked over at his bedside clock. It read: 3:06:27. He wasn't sleepy. What he was, was scared. Like his mother, he assumed Nadia's mother was coming to take her home. He didn't know when that would happen, but he knew it would destroy him when it did. And he knew that his parents would set up some kind of controls to keep the two of them apart until she got there. So tonight ... this morning ... was the only chance he'd ever have to share in the ultimate that two people who loved each other could share in. He knew she wanted to wait. He knew she wanted him to get condoms. But if he did either of those, it would be too late. He was sure of that. And so he waited fully fifteen minutes after the light finally went off in his parents' room, and then crept sideways down the wall of the hallway, as if he were on a thin ledge above a deep drop-off, until he reached Nadia's room. He slipped inside. His heart seized when her reading lamp suddenly went on. "I was just thinking about you," she whispered softly. ------- If you have ever received an electric shock from relatively high voltage, at relatively low amperage (meaning, basically, that you survived the shock) then you are aware of how it can feel like your body is covered with closely packed spines like a cactus, and that the tips of each of those spines is acting as a receptor for taking in the overwhelming grandeur of the universe. It can leave you addled, but also amazed at how wonderful something so overpowering can feel. Ruth was feeling that, as his naked body squirmed on top of Nadia's. Without further words, after he entered her room, they disrobed and she held out her arms to him. As he let his weight down on top of her body, she reached to turn off the light. He sensed that had more to do with the light being visible under her door, than any desire to cloak what they were about to do in darkness. But the darkness added something to the event, because, as when a blind person's other senses are heightened, so too were theirs, in the impenetrable dark. Each touch communicated more sensation. Their lips feasted on each others, and the tastes, both of the salt on their skin, and the lingering flavor of her body wash, were taken in as if they were fine foods. Their souls drank of each other's through touch, and their bodies spoke a language both were fluent in. When his lips sought her nipples again, she exulted in tracing the paths of joy that led to where she knew she could not deny him. Her nipples were what released her legs, and they opened for her lover. He wanted only to bathe in her touch, to be with her forever, for it to never end. His was a mindless sort of approach, at least initially, where just the feel of her skin on his was enough. His aura swelled, though, as it felt like his body was swelling, and the universe poured down excitement that burned through him like sunburn reddens skin. And as he lunged and moved, the position of his penis, as he had once noted, was in perfect alignment with her receptacle. He slid in effortlessly, and she felt no pain whatsoever, her tube had been slippery and ready since shortly after he snuck into her room. Her "Mmmmmm" accompanied the message to his brain that finally told him where his penis was, and his hips jerked into a dance his body automatically knew. Quite honestly, for Nadia, what was most important was that the right man's penis had taken her virginity. The right man's penis was inside her. She knew without thinking about it that she would never be sorry for what was happening to her. And that was what opened the floodgates of passion and pleasure for her. Her orgasm was almost shockingly smooth, more like being knocked over by a warm wave in the ocean than buffeted by violence. Her body, too, knew what was needed, and muscles she didn't know she had, and had never used, rippled, stroking the thing in her. It was the soft catch of passion in her moan of completion that struck into the center of Ruth's scrotum like an ice pick. He froze at the unbearable pain, which vanished almost instantly as semen rushed to sooth the ache. His hips still thrust, even though he was buried in her body, as his seed was sent lustily on its way. It was the best thing that had happened to either youth in their lives. But it couldn't have happened at a worst time. Within hours, Nadia's egg would be overwhelmed with wriggling sperm cells. They would get caught in the mesh that covered the surface of her egg, and they would burrow frantically, trying to penetrate both mesh and cell wall. One would succeed. The upside was that Mama Valovitski would get the first installment of her wish for many strong grandchildren much sooner than she had hoped for. ------- The next morning started late, around nine thirty. Nadia still hadn't processed what had happened the night before. She had been too exhausted, after their lovemaking, and was asleep almost before Ruth returned to his room. By the time she got to breakfast, she had decided that the world would never be normal again, but that she could pretend it was. To that end she asked a question about something she had always wondered, but hadn't asked about yet. "Why did you name him Ruth?" she asked, as Molly set a plate before her. "His father named him," she said. "I had a problem with him. My placenta tore and I lost a lot of blood. They took him C-section, and early, so he was smaller than optimal. They had to work on me while they took care of the baby, so Bob saw him first and just named him in the process." Bob sat down with his cup of coffee. "There was a series of books by a woman named Anne McCaffrey. She wrote about a world called Pern, where there were dragons who worked with men to protect the planet from harm. The dragons could breathe fire, and burn the thing that was attacking the planet. Each dragon chose a human at birth to be his or her rider. It was a bond for life. The color of the dragon established where, in the social order, it and it's rider lay." "I'm named after a dragon," said Ruth. "Not just any dragon," said Bob, sounding hurt. "Ruth was the only white dragon there ever was. He was the only dragon who was ridden by a Lord Holder. He was smarter than all the other dragons, and he was able do to something that none of the others could do. He ended up playing a pivotal role in the saving of the planet!" "A fictional planet," said Nadia, teasing him with a smile. "Ruth was special," said Bob. "I had just finished reading that book and when I saw that poor, undeveloped, helpless little baby, I said "That is the human equivalent of Ruth." He squared his shoulders. "It was an honorable name for a savior of the people. So I named my son Ruth." "I must read this book" said Nadia. "You can start today. I have the entire series," said Bob. ------- Oddly, no strict ground rules were laid down. It is possible that Molly, having forgotten some of her feelings in her own youth, placed more trust in Nadia than was wise. On the other hand, when Nadia knew no one was watching, she slipped into the bathroom, where Ruth had just finished taking a shower and hugged his still wet body. She kissed him soundly, but then pulled away. "While I love you, and I loved what happened even more, we cannot do that again." "I know," he said. "I feel terrible." "I don't, and I don't want you to either." "But I didn't ask first." "A man must sometimes take his woman," she said. Then she grinned. "But not again, until I say you can." "Right," he said. Honestly, he felt better, knowing she didn't resent the fact that he basically came to her room and almost raped her. "We must not disappoint your parents," she said. "I want them to like me." "I'll die if your mother takes you home," he said. "She isn't coming to take me home," said Nadia. "She's coming to see if I chose a good man." "Oh," said Ruth, frowning. "Don't worry," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I did." Then she left him to dry off and get dressed. ------- It was determined that Petra Valovitski, Russian citizen, could not begin her travel to the United States for almost two months. One month of that would be consumed by getting her government's permission. The other month was required to process her visa in the United States. Then, once all the documents were in hand, there was the issue of the fact that she had never traveled farther than about fifty miles from her home, and never been on either a train or plane. Nadia sent her instructions on what to do, and how to find the information she would need. Then she called to make sure the letter had arrived, and went over everything in it on the phone with her mother. Nadia told no one that she had missed two of her monthly bleeding sessions. She knew what that meant, but refused to believe it. They had done that only once, after all. Still, she knew the world would come to an end if she told anyone ... so she simply didn't. The trip itself took four days, two of which were on the train. Then there was a day of flying in small planes to get to a large enough airport where a transatlantic flight could be caught. Petra was thirty-two, having married and become pregnant - in that order - at the tender age of fourteen. Her husband was conscripted into the Army, was sent to Afghanistan, and never returned. She lived on a meager stipend and, at home, looked like a typical fifty or sixty year old babuska lady. She wore dark colors and covered her hair with a scarf. She lived frugally and did the best she could with what fate had handed her. In Russia. Bob had, along with the money for tickets, sent her enough, in his opinion, to live on while she traveled. Her opinion was that it was fortune. She did not buy meals that cost the equivalent of ten or fifteen dollars, either in Russia, or when she arrived on US soil. Water was always available at no cost, and she drank that. When they served food on the plane, they had to explain to her that it was included in the price of her ticket. When she got to America, there was an eight hour layover in Boston. She had brought only one bag, containing a spare dress and some emergency food that the customs people had taken away from her. So, using some of the English she had crammed to learn from a friend in her village, she sallied forth from the airport, got in a taxi and told the driver where to take her. Once there, she paid no attention to the astonishing things she saw displayed everywhere, and searched for the clothes. A woman wearing a plastic badge offered to help her and her reply of "Chip clothes, please" got her to racks and racks of things that took her breath away. She had to trust the woman who worked there. It was difficult, because she was used to having to pay bribes to get much help with anything, but by sign and more English than she thought she had learned, the woman showed her how much of her money it would take to buy the things she had selected. She didn't understand, at first, because the woman wanted very little of her money, and made her put the rest away. Then she was taken to a machine that beeped and made numbers appear on a tiny screen. Her helper pointed to the money to give to the woman operating the machine, and that woman opened it and put the money inside. She took out more money and handed it to Petra. Now, with her original bag and two more, she went outside to find another taxi. She made it back to the airport in time to change into some of her new clothes before she got on the last leg of her flight to see her daughter. ------- Chapter 10 Almost six months after she had arrived there, Nadia stood at the same gate at the Kansas City Airport, waiting for her mother to deplane. The whole family was with her. She was antsy for a number of reasons. Her stomach was upset. It was upset a lot recently, especially in the mornings. Food didn't look appetizing to her, but she forced herself to eat. She was worried about what her mother would do when she found out ... what Bob and Molly would do when they found out. She had kept her secret for as long as she could, but she knew it would all unravel sooner or later. Probably sooner. People started coming out of the doorway. She felt Ruth standing beside her and leaned against him. His arm went around her and his hand came to rest on her waist. He didn't know it, but his hand was only six inches from his baby. They weren't holding a sign this time. After all, Nadia knew what her mother looked like. But the woman who approached, with a huge smile on her face, and spoke with her mother's voice ... didn't look like her mother at all. "I am Petra Valovitski. Nadia is my daughter. I am very proud to meet you." "Mama?" Nadia's voice rose into the soprano registers. "You spoke English!" "It's about all I know," replied the woman in Russian. "Please don't embarrass me." "But what happened? You look so young! You're so pretty!" Petra ignored her daughter, though. She turned to the taller, older man. She grabbed his hand and shook it. "Thank you for this. Is amazing thing. I see so many amazing things. Thank you, thank you." She kissed his hand. Bob, seeing terror in the woman's eyes, pulled her into a hug and squeezed her in what he hoped was Russian bear tradition. He released her and brought Molly into the hug. "You're welcome. This is Molly, my wife." Petra kissed Molly on both cheeks, tears in her eyes. Molly hugged her too. "We're going to get along just fine," she said. Then Petra backed away from the adults and turned to face the boy standing beside her daughter. She could see the way the two of them leaned into each other, and sense the unspoken emotion between them. The boy left Nadia and stepped forward. In perfect Russian, he said: "Меня зовут Рут. Я хочу жениться на вашей дочери, пожалуйста." Nadia screamed, turned around in a circle, and jumped up and down until Molly stopped her. "What did he say?" she asked. "He said his name is Ruth, and he wants to marry her daughter." "Oh Lord," sighed Bob. Then Nadia was beating on Ruth's shoulder and back. "When did you learn Russian? How did you learn Russian? I don't under-" She stopped as her mother rattled off Russian words, peering closely at Ruth's face. He just looked at her. Molly complained, "Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" Nadia stamped her foot. "My mother just insulted him. I am ashamed she even knows this insult. However, I think she was only trying to see if he actually speaks Russian, or just learned how to ask for my hand." She barked at her mother, also in Russian, and the woman smiled. Then she pulled Ruth to her, kissed him on both cheeks, and said one word. "Da!" ------- "Do not tell me my son just got engaged, in an airport, without talking it over with us first!" complained Molly. "Okay, I won't," said Bob, who was walking with one arm around his wife and his other arm around Nadia. Petra and Ruth were walking together too, ahead of the rest. Ruth was carrying her bags. They were trying to talk to each other. The little Russian he had learned from Nadia and the little English Petra had learned from her friend, was just enough, along with some pantomime, to communicate on a surprisingly high level. At least that's what it looked like, based on the head nods and smiles they were exchanging. Just what they were communicating about was a mystery, but Bob was sure it would all come out eventually. "You know what I mean." She looked past him to Nadia. "Where did he learn that Russian?" She shook her head. "I don't know. I've taught him a little bit, but not like that. The accent was western, from someplace like Novgorod. I think he memorized it, but I don't know who taught it to him." "Did you ask him to marry you? Did you put him up to this?" Molly's voice sounded tight and stressed. "Molly, stop that," Bob growled. "No! I told you he hadn't asked me. He still hasn't asked me. He asked my mother, but not me!" "We men are impulsive when it comes to this kind of thing," said Bob. "I feel like I've lost control of everything," moaned Molly. "We're dealing with teenagers," said Bob. "I believe that's a standard feeling in this kind of situation." "You are not funny, Bob Cummins." Nadia suddenly burst into tears. Her hands came up to cover her eyes and nose and she stumbled. Bob stabilized her. "Now look what you did," groused Bob. "You made her cry." "No," sobbed Nadia. "It's not you. I'm so happeeeeeeee." Molly ducked out from under her husband's arm and bulldozed her way between him and Nadia. She put her arms around the girl and squeezed her. "He's not much," she said, her voice still tight with emotion. "But he's the best we have to offer you." Nadia shoved the woman with her shoulder. "You know I love him." Molly squeezed her again. "Let's hope that's enough." ------- On the trip from Kansas City to Victorville, most of the talking was between Nadia and her mother. They rattled on endlessly. Sometimes it was obvious that Nadia was telling her mother something about the land they were driving through, or identifying types of structures or something. In other cases, it sounded like she was teaching her mother English names for things. Petra was obviously impressed with what she was seeing. Even little Victorville made her eyes large as she tried to look at everything. But it was when she saw the farm that she waxed poetic. To her, who came from a small farm in Russia, what the Cummins family had was a vast estate. She pointed at the tractor, and the combine, and it was obvious she was telling her daughter how important these people must be. It wasn't until they went inside that the one thing everyone had forgotten raised its head. "Where should I put her things?" asked Ruth. There were only three bedrooms. Nadia's face looked pained, and then scared. "I have to tell you something," she said suddenly. "All of you." "Can't it wait?" asked Bob. "I really need to go to the bathroom." "I wish it could wait, but it cannot," said the girl. She turned to look at Molly. "I am sorry. I failed to keep my promise to my mother and to you. Ruth came to me ... that very night ... and I could not send him away." "After I talked to you?" Molly's face showed her complete shock. Petra said "Promise?" Nadia ripped off a sentence in Russian. Her face twisted. Tears leaked from her eyes as her mother's mouth dropped open and she put her hand over her heart, a look of astonishment on her face. The girl turned back to Molly and sobbed. "I'm pregnant!" ------- Two adult women flowed toward the crying teen. There was a jumble of words and sentences, Russian and English, but both women enveloped the girl in their arms. "Pregnant?" Ruth's voice was hollow. He looked around for a chair to sit in before his knees gave out completely. His father misinterpreted his actions. "You're not going anywhere, Bub. This is the time for a man to stand his ground, and you're now a man, like it or not." "I'm not going anywhere," said Ruth. "I just need to sit down. How did this happen?" Bob snorted. "I think you know how it happened, son." "But we only did it once!" "At which time you donated some millions of sperm cells to the cause. Only one was needed." "Why didn't she tell me?" "Why didn't you ask her to marry you?" countered Bob. "I knew what she'd say if I asked her. It was her mother's opinion that was important." "And how about ours? Not so much?" "It wasn't like that. I can talk to you. I can argue with you. But if Petra was against it ... well ... then it was all for nothing." "So you'd have just given up?" "No." "What would you have done?" Bob sounded interested. "I don't know," complained Ruth. "But I wouldn't have just given up." "And you really didn't know she was pregnant?" "We only did it once!" he groaned. "She didn't say a word! No clues, no hints, no nothing!" "So you never noticed the morning sickness?" "Huh?" "Your mother wanted to kill me when she had morning sickness. She actually cursed me. It wasn't the last time either. She did not enjoy the glow that some women seem to have. Even if she hadn't had problems with your birth, I think you'd still be an only child. I can spot morning sickness from a mile away." "Why didn't you say anything?" "Not my job," said Bob, simply. "I'm just the grandpa. All I do is spoil them rotten and give them back to their parents. "You should have told me!" yelled Ruth. "We could have made plans!" "What plans? The only plans there are to make is when to get her in and see the doctor. That will be taken care of tomorrow if I don't miss my guess. And I have to tell you, that proposal means a hell of a lot more now than it would have if you'd have known." "I would have married her anyway," said Ruth. "Yes, and I'm proud of you, but nobody else in the world would have believed your proposal was completely without any shred of troubled conscience. Now this is going to make a hell of a story. It would even make a good book!" "You'll pardon me if I don't start writing right away," sighed Ruth. "Where are they going?" The women were leading Nadia towards Bob and Molly's bedroom. Petra didn't know that yet, but it would become clear very soon. "Women in this situation have strange and arcane rituals that must be followed," said Bob. "What do we do?" "We, my son, and father-to-be ... wait. Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it. Men have been doing this for millennia." "What are we waiting for?" asked Ruth. "We are waiting to see what fate is going to hand us." ------- Chapter 11 What fate handed them was three very serious women. And it only took an hour. Molly approached the men and was succinct. "Petra is unabashedly delighted that her daughter is going to marry a rich American. Nothing I could say would convince her we aren't rich. She is unhappy that she can't stay and be here for the birth. She can, however, be here for the wedding." "Wow," said Ruth. "Don't talk to me right now, Ruth. I'm still angry with you." "Yes, Mother," said Ruth formally. "We women will take care of plans for things in the immediate future. That includes up to graduation. You gentlemen need to make plans for the long term. Ruth will have to support her. Her mother would like very much to come live with her daughter. That's how they do it in Russia. Bet you didn't think of that while you were sneaking down the hallway to dally with her ... did you!" She held up a hand. "Don't answer that. I'm still mad at you." "Yes, Mother," said Ruth, smiling. "Are there any questions?" "I'd like to ask where Petra is sleeping, so I can take her things there," said Ruth. "But since I can't talk yet, I guess I'll just think about it for a while." "Petra will be sleeping in Ruth's room," said Molly, looking at her husband. "Please supervise him as he prepares it for her so I am not embarrassed when she goes in there." "And where should I put his clothes?" asked Bob. Molly's face got pained. "I can't believe I'm saying this. Ruth will be sleeping with his very soon to be wife." "How soon?" asked Ruth, breaking into a smile. "To-fucking-morrow if I have my way!" ranted his mother. She calmed again instantly. "I wish to thank you, Ruth, and I do so now, with all my heart." "Thank me? What for?" "If I were talking to you, I'd say it was for getting me the daughter-in-law I've always wanted, who I already love dearly, and for making me a grandmother while I'm still young enough to enjoy it. I'm miffed at the way you went about it, but you have made me a very happy mother." Then she burst into tears and hugged her son for a full four minutes. ------- Exactly nine hours, sixteen minutes and twenty-three seconds after Nadia saw her mother at the airport, she stood in her room... their room ... facing Ruth. They were fully clothed, and stood two feet apart. "I'm sorry," said Nadia. "I should have told you." "Let's not worry about that ever again," he said. "I get to sleep with you," she said. "All night." She sounded breathless. "I sleep naked," said Ruth. "No you don't," she said. "You wear those lovely tight shorts. "I sleep naked now," he said. She smiled. "Funny ... so do I." Less than ten minutes later they lay in bed, naked, cuddling. "My baby is in here," said Ruth, sliding his hand over her still-flat belly. "Yes," she said. "Are you happy about that?" he asked. "There are no words that can say how happy I am ... in either English or Russian." "It's going to be hard for us," he said. "I know. But life has already been hard for me ... and I had no one to love then." "I can't believe they let us sleep together." "My mother is responsible for that. In her mind, we are already married. And don't be so sure you're going to get any sleep." She smiled. "Really?" Ruth put her hand on his penis, which was fully erect. "I've only felt that in me one time," she said. "Once is not enough. Not nearly enough." He moved to get on top of her, but she put a hand on his chest. She got up on her hands and knees and arranged him on his back. Then she straddled him, reaching for his prick, she slotted it in her pussy and slowly sat down on him, impaling herself. "Wow," he sighed. "I love this already." His hands reached to mold her breasts as she experimented with moving on him. What she ended up liking the most was leaning forward, with her hands on his shoulders. It both stimulated her clitty as she rocked, and let her drop a nipple in his mouth. "I am a dragon rider," she said softly. "My dragon's name is Ruth, and he is smart, and brave. I want him to breath fire for me." She whimpered as the orgasm washed over her, and leaned down to kiss him a long, hot kiss. She discovered muscles she could squeeze him with, and was elated to feel him buck under her. Wet warmth jetted into her and she pulled her lips away from his. "Yesssss, my dragon. Breathe fire into my belly." She was right. Her dragon belched fire four more times that night. And slept very little. ------- Things began moving rapidly the next day. The kids went to school, as usual. Neither of them said anything to anyone. Petra and Molly took the car and went places to talk to all sorts of people. They were lucky that, when they got to Salina, to the office that handled foreign exchange students, there was an employee there named Jason who was fluent in Russian. It was Jason, in fact, who was a buddy of Mr. Tirgarden, the Spanish teacher at the Victorville Consolidated High School, and who had recorded the words necessary to ask Petra for her daughter's hand. He didn't know whose hand was being asked for. He just did a favor for an old Army buddy. Jason had been a language specialist in the Army. So it was good that Jason was there. It was even better that Petra was there. Best of all was the fact that Petra had her passport, which proved she was Nadia's mother. From that point, things went relatively smoothly. Most of the grease that smoothed things out was Petra, telling people, through Jason, that her government did not need to be involved in this situation, because it was a private one, between her daughter and the Cummins' son. She heartily approved of the union. She even said "God bless America and apple pie" in English at one point, to show how much she approved of things. She was the hit of the day at the office, maybe even the hit of the decade. With Petra's permission, and the guidance of the lawyers who were on retainer for the school system, all the right papers were filled out and filed. Someone even thought to make a copy of the certified copy of Nadia's birth certificate, which was in her file. She handed it to Petra and said "She'll need that to get the license." From there it was to the school to withdraw the teens and take them to the county seat, where the marriage license was applied for. No one spoke Russian there, but Petra said "I am her mudder" and five or ten other English phrases. Both had their passports with them, and things went smoothly. The kids filled out the application together and when one box couldn't be explained by Ruth, an enterprising young woman thought to google "russian/english translator" and the form was complete twenty minutes later. After dropping the kids back off at school, the women visited the Victorville municipal court, and made a tentative appointment for the judge to conduct the ceremony. They were told to bring the license down when it was received in the mail, and that would solidify the tentative plans. They were then asked to speak with the judge. He asked Petra if she had really come all the way from Russia to let her daughter get married. It took a bit of work, but she eventually got the question. "Da!" she said. "Yes. For my Nadia to have this," she showed the judge her own wedding ring and twisted it on her finger, "for her to marry. I am so happy." Then he looked at Molly, who he knew was a home town girl. "How do you feel about this?" Molly wiped her eye. "I'm not as happy as I could be. But I love her and I love my son, and they love each other, and I'll not have my grandchild raised by a single mother." "Grandchild," said the judge. "I see." He smiled. "Very well, then. I hope it all works out." "I do too," sighed Molly. ------- The news of progress was shared during supper. Petra was quite intelligent, never mind her dearth of formal education. She was picking up English much faster than Ruth or his parents were picking up Russian. Nadia still had to translate a lot, but Petra always nodded, confirming that what Molly was saying was what she understood to be true as well. "So we could be married within a month," said Nadia. "Yes," said Molly. "Sooner if the license gets here early." Nadia looked at Ruth. "Darling, we have much to plan. I think we should discuss this in private ... in the bedroom." There was dead silence at the table. Nadia was still looking at Ruth, but the muscles of her face were almost writhing as she tried to keep from laughing. "Oh for Pete's sake!" barked Molly. "You're never going to let me forget that ... are you!" Then Nadia laughed, and pointed and acted her age, teasing her soon to be mother-in-law by trying to make the same sounds she had heard coming from their bedroom. Petra looked on, a half smile on her face, along with quizzical curiosity, until Nadia explained the joke. Petra snorted, turned to Molly and said "You lucky to have good man." "Haven't I told you that?" asked Bob, trying to sound superior. The cheerful banter went on the rest of the night. Ruth and Nadia still had to do homework. Nothing had changed there. But when they wanted to touch, or kiss, they got to do that too. The adults looked on, remembering what it had been like to be so young, and so much in love. And when the kids went to bed, hand in hand, Molly leaned her head on her husband's shoulder and said "You know ... I'm a lot happier than I should be about all this." "I know," he said, patting her leg. "It's just one more reason why I love you." ------- Epilogue Jason was there for the ceremony, which was conducted in both Russian and English. Someone had leaked the information to the media, and a news crew was there to film it. Molly wasn't impressed with that idea, but Petra thought it was grand fun, and the two women had become such close friends that Molly just tried to keep her face away from the camera. She needn't have worried. The young cameraman couldn't keep his eyes off of Nadia. The wedding made the national news, and there were a few editorials where pundits argued for or against the union. Some of those against it used politics, and some used age, but it was all a flash in the pan. It made a ruckus in Victorville, but most folks got a kick out of seeing their town on TV. Further, it wasn't unusual in Victorville for girls to get married young. Or have fine, healthy, premature babies after their marriage, either. Of course, by the time that happened, the happy couple had already graduated. Petra was there for the birth, but this time the ticket was bought by her daughter, who was employed as a consultant by half a dozen companies that were trying to expand their markets into Russia. She was astoinshed at how much American companies would pay her just for translating documents, and helping them prepare contracts. She was happy about that, but the most exciting thing in her life at that point was that she was only weeks away from being awarded U.S. citizenship. Ruth was working full time, and taking night classes. He also took a few online courses that were guaranteed to transfer, or his money would be refunded. Two years later he was still taking online courses, but now it was mostly for fun, because he was fully employed as a house-husband, taking care of Olav, the son responsible for his marriage, and twin girls named Elsa and Robin. Nadia could do most of her work anywhere she had access to broadband, so she breastfed all her children. Occasionally she had to go to a conference somewhere, but the companies always paid for everything, even having her picked up from the airport and driven around town. Nobody told her how valuable her services were. They paid her lots of money, though, something she wouldn't understand for years. To Nadia it was just a job ... a means to earn the money that let her stay home with her husband and family and live well enough that people back home in Russia would think she was an empress. Once she was a citizen, her mother was given a work permit, and thus allowed to live in America, where she was hired as a nanny. For her own grandchildren. Actually, though, it was a completely legitimate job. That's because somebody had to take care of the kids while Nadia and Ruth tried to give her two or three more of them. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-03-19 Last Modified: 2012-03-28 / 06:01:37 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------