The Exchange Student

by Lubrican

Chapters : Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue

Chapter Four

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 windmill in the far pasture, where the cows were allowed to roam free. One cow, unafraid of the young people, was inquisitive and wandered toward them. Ruth was used to it, and Nadia was delighted to be able to reach out and touch the big, brown animal.

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 drop 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.

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