Chapter 7 #2
was happy to learn that when I finally fucked Moira, I wouldn’t
have to worry about her conceiving, especially since I had no desire
to produce anything here in this strange world that could possibly
tie me to it.
No, if I were to get
a woman pregnant, it would be Tukaba, who I had planned to stake a
marriage claim to before I was whisked away from my home. Tukaba had
only been with our tribe for less than a month before Moira arrived,
and I had felt the time was about right for me to take my first wife.
She was a good, subservient woman, even though she had been raised
with the Paourno tribe, which lived directly off the Amazon River.
The Paourno were more modernized than the Caraica, sustaining their
people by opening trade relations with travelers. Some of their
members even worked for wages at the big logging companies that were
moving in on the rainforest.
“I see Lexi
and Kelly,” Moira says, and she grabs my hand to lead me
through the crowd of people.
It’s nice…
my hand in hers. Her skin is soft, but her grip is firm. I very much
enjoyed the way she held onto my head when I was feasting between her
legs, even pushing my face in closer to her body when she started to
climax. I could never imagine a Caraican woman doing something so
bold, but it was a difference I somehow appreciated about Moira.
When we reach her
friends, she releases my hand and gives them each a hug in greeting.
This is a custom I’ve seen practiced in the short time I’ve
been here, but it seems to be reserved for people that know each
other well.
Moira points to an
open doorway behind the bar area, and the two women nod at her in
agreement. She then turns to me as she rises on her tiptoes and still
has to practically shout over the loud music so I hear her. “We’re
going to go in the back area where it’s not so loud.”
I nod, following
behind her and the other two women. They’re wearing dresses
similar to Moira’s. One of them has on a tight, black dress
that has no sleeves and enhances a deep shadow between her breasts.
She has white blonde hair that’s long and loose, and is very
pleasing to the eye. The other woman is very tall with shorter hair
that is curly around her head. Her dress is equally as tight and a
deep red color. She’s equally as pleasing to the eye, and I’m
finding my attraction to the white women of the modern world runs
about the same.
However, in watching
Moira walk just ahead of me, her hips softly swaying, I realize that
she’s the only one I have a true interest in. Which means
there’s something more there than just a beautiful face and
body. Moira and I have already shared intimate experiences that
heighten my desire for her. From that moment across the campfire
while she watched me fuck Tukaba, a connection between us was forged
and these last two weeks, it’s grown stronger. I’m
finding that while I miss my home and Paraila very much, that my
craving for Moira is making my time here more sustainable.
When we reach the
back room, the volume of the music dies greatly and I can actually
hear myself think. There are several interesting-looking tables
covered in some type of green material, and people are bent over
them, hitting balls with wooden sticks.
“What’s
that?” I ask Moira.
She gives me a
tinkling laugh. “Those are pool tables. I’ll teach you
how to play in a little bit.”
The women find an
empty table in a corner and, before we sit down, Moira makes
introductions. “Kelly… Lexi… I’d like you
to meet Zach.”
The blonde steps
forward, sticking her hand out to me. I’ve seen this custom too
while Moira and I have been out and about this past week, and I reach
out to take her hand.
“Hi. I’m
Kelly. It’s really great to finally meet you. Moira has told us
a lot about you.”
I cut a glance over
at Moira and cock my eyebrow at her. I wonder if she’ll tell
her friends about what I did to her this afternoon. She lowers her
eyes but has a tiny smirk on her face.
The other woman
steps forward and we shake hands. “And I’m Lexi. Welcome
back home.”
A tiny stab of pain
hits me in my chest at the mention of the word “home,”
but I manage to smile at the woman politely before releasing her
hand.
As we all take seats
around the table, Moira beside me and the other two women across from
us, a waitress comes up and asks what we’d like to drink. Moira
orders water for both of us, as she knows I don’t like the soda
products I tried in the past. Lexi and Kelly both order wine.
“So, Zach,”
Lexi asks. “How are you adjusting here?”
Fair question. “I’m
finding that I have a lot of familiarity with many things I’m
seeing already. I guess they’re products of my memory from when
I was a child here. But other things are quite amazing to me.”
“Like what?”
Kelly asks.
“The Internet,
for example,” I tell her with a smile. “You can’t
imagine the things you can learn about with just a computer and a few
creative search terms.”
Moira practically
chokes beside me, and it’s a struggle to keep a bland look on
my face. Kelly and Lexi obviously don’t understand just how
creative my searching got today, but I’m finding the pointed
reminder to Moira about all the dirty things I know right now is very
satisfying indeed.
“So what type
of things have you been learning on the Internet?” Lexi asks.
“Are you more interested in historical items, current events,
or technology? I would imagine the technology has to be shocking to
your senses, right?”
Oh, she has no idea
the things I learned today that were shocking to my senses.
Before I can open
myself to answer her, Moira cuts in and heads me off. “Zach is
like a sponge. He absorbs everything. Even sitting in a restaurant
and watching people, he’s picked up on so many distinct
cultural norms that I wouldn’t have ever thought to mention to
him. I think by getting out and about is where he’s getting the
most valuable lessons.”
“Actually,
Moira’s right,” I tell the ladies. “The other day,
I observed two people kissing and I didn’t really understand
what the point of it was since we don’t do that in our tribe.
So she showed me some videos on the computer, and then had me watch
The Notebook so I could understand what a passionate kiss was
all about. It was very enlightening.”
Lexi giggles, and
Kelly slaps her hand playfully on Moira’s arm as she says,
“Nice job, Dr. Reed. You’re anthropological skills boil
down to having Zach watch a chick-flick.”
We all laugh,
including me, since I know exactly what a chick-flick is now thanks
to Moira’s teachings.
The waitress brings
everyone’s drinks, and Moira hands her some money. “I’ve
got this round. Lexi, you’re next.”
“Awesome,”
Lexi says after she takes a sip of wine. “With you and Zach
drinking water, this is turning out to be an affordable night.”
“Speaking of
affordable,” Kelly says with a conspiratorial grin as she leans
forward. Lexi and Moira do the same, almost as if Kelly is going to
let them in on some big secret. I do the same, so I don’t miss
something important she may say. “I found the cutest pair of
red pumps on sale at Nordstrom’s last weekend, and they’ll
go fabulous with that black-and-white sundress I bought for that
wedding I’m going to.”
Lexi squeals and
claps her hands. “Seriously, I can’t wait to see them
together.”
Moira nods her head
and says, “I told you red was the color to go with.”
I look around in
confusion and ask, “What’s a pump?”
All three women look
at me with blank faces for just a moment, and then start laughing.
Moira reaches over and pats my knee with her hand. Her touch is warm
and her smile is bright. “Welcome to a girls’ night out,
Zach. Where we talk about stupid stuff like shoes—which is what
a “pump” is—and fashion.”
“And hot men,”
Lexi adds in.
“And sex,”
Kelly says. “We talk about sex a lot.”
“No, we
don’t,” Moira says hurriedly, but I’m already
leaning in closer across the table toward Kelly.
“Let’s
talk about sex,” I tell her. “Moira’s been teaching
me some things.”
“I have not
been teaching him some things,” Moira practically screeches in
denial.
“Yes, you
have,” I talk right over her. Giving her a pointed glance, I
turn back to look across the table to the women. “Moira has
observed the sexual customs firsthand in our village, and she’s
been a very patient teacher when it comes to the differences in our
cultures.”
“Oh, do tell,”
Lexi says.
“Seriously—”
Moira starts to say.
“Well,”
I drawl out, hoping Moira is terrified I’m about to spill our
dirty little secret about what we did this afternoon. But I don’t
intend to discuss that, because that was a private moment between
Moira and me. While public displays of sexual domination are the way
of things where I’m from, I know just from the lack of people
screwing out in their front yards that it’s not acceptable
here. “In my tribe, the man is the sexual dominant. The woman
is there to pleasure him, as a reward for providing for their safety
and welfare.”
“What does
that mean?” Kelly asks. “Sexual dominant?”
“It means when
I want a woman, I take her right there. No questions. No denials. She
gets down on her hands and knees for me, and I pin her to the ground
while I take her.”
Lexi sucks in a deep
breath, and Kelly sighs. “Oh, my God, that sounds hot.”
Moira just groans
beside me and covers her face with her hands. I can’t help but
laugh, and then I decide to let her off the hook.
“But Moira has
been patiently educating me on the differences here. Even though I
have a million questions, she does a very good job of putting it in
terms I can understand. She’s even bought me a few interesting
textbooks that have been somewhat informative.”
Moira looks at me
with a grateful look on her face, and I wink at her.
“Wait a
minute,” Lexi says. “I want to get back to this concept
of sexual dominant, because I dated a guy once that—”
“Okay, that’s
enough sex talk,” Moira interrupts as she stands from the
table. “Come on, Zach. I’m going to teach you how to play
pool.”