The Exchange Student
by Lubrican
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Chapter Nine
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.
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