The Exchange Student

by Lubrican

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

Chapter Eight

"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. Talking about it for an extended period 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 whoever she is, 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 lightly 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.

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