The Barter System, page 11
At the steps, she said over her shoulder, “Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Oh. My. Lord.” Riya stood still for a moment, closed her eyes as if remembering, then opened them, and gave a little delicious shiver.
She waited just inside the door, listening to the stunned silence outside. After about thirty seconds, Jason said, “Damn, Victor…what the hell you put on her? She is hotter than fireworks and looks like she’d jump you right now.” He shook his head, “And all these years, lettin’ us make asses of ourselves while you probably laughed at what we didn’t know.” He looked toward the house again. “She is a fine piece of ass, tanned and sleek.”
“Watch it, Jason. Do not disrespect Riya.” The men asked all kinds of questions and Victor sat with quiet dignity, answering them as honestly as the situation allowed without impugning her honor. He really was a class act.
She never heard Shay come up behind her. “That was a real nice thing you did, Riya. They been making him miserable for years.”
“You and I need to talk, Shay. Why don’t we go out front where it’s quiet?” Once on the porch, she asked bluntly, “Tell me why you’re not with Victor? What are you waiting for?”
The floodgates opened. Riya heard about the first girl that broke Victor’s heart and how he rarely dated and never seriously. That Shay had been in love with him for years and just didn’t know what to do about it. He thought of her like a little sister. Jason had told her he recognized Riya from her website but the other woman swore she’d never breathe a word.
“I’ll put him in your way. What you do about that is up to you, Shay. I’ll be gone in a few days and Victor’s life could go back to being too isolated if he doesn’t realize how much he’s worth.” She paused and chose her next words carefully, “If Jason recognized me, then you know why I’m here. This is about my dissertation and I am having sex with Victor, Shay. If things were different, I’d have no trouble falling in love with him. It’s time for you to be strong and take what you want or both of you will suffer.”
They talked conspiratorially for a while longer, and Riya was shocked when Shay asked bluntly, “Is he good, Riya? In bed, I mean. I know he’s good everywhere else in his life. I’ve been real curious about that though.”
Trying to decide how much to tell the other woman, she finally said, “He’s like a low fire…he builds slow and burns a long time. Victor is amazing in bed, I wouldn’t lie about that. He’s strong, attractive, and attentive. He’s big all over and knows exactly how to use it. I don’t want to go into details but let me say he is one of those men who make sure you’re good and satisfied before he gets his. I would say Victor is the most generous lover I’ve had or heard of.”
Shay was blushing from head to toe in the fading light. She whispered, “I knew it. I just knew it.” The sound of voices coming their way ended their chick chat, but Shay added quickly, “You put him in my way and I’ll know exactly what to do with him.”
They shared a hug and most of the guests were filing out by the time the lightening bugs came out. The men laughed and clapped Victor on the back, all of them winking at her as they left. The women talked about how sweet she was and to come back anytime, she was always welcome.
His sister Amelia left laughing and mumbling, “I guess I’m gonna be celibate alone now. Damn it.”
Riya and Victor stood waving on the front porch until the last taillights disappeared in the dark then raced into the house, locking the door behind them. The big man threw her over his shoulder and stampeded up the stairs, to her screams of laughter, dropping her without ceremony in the middle of the bed. He pulled his clothes off fast and yanked hers roughly from her body.
Only when they were both naked in the dim light of the bedroom did he pause as he knelt on the floor between her knees. She ran her fingers through the hair at his temples as he looked at her. “You did so much for me today and I imagine you’re usually very private about stuff like that.” He leaned up to kiss her lips, “Thank you. For the first time, I held my head up around the male members of my family. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”
“You don’t have anything to thank me for, Victor. I embellished our history but not our present - you are amazing in bed.” She smiled evilly, “And I am quite aware of what you’re packing, I doubt any of them come close.”
He shook his head shyly, “You’re an original.”
With that, he worshipped every inch of her body as if she were a goddess. His own pleasure was secondary and he wouldn’t allow her to focus on him, only herself. She was massaged with strong hands covered in lemongrass oil. She was kissed, licked, and cherished until her nerves tingled and her muscles were limp.
When she was wrung out, he climbed between her legs and made love to Riya slow and easy. Kissing her with whispers of her amazing heart and nuzzling her neck as he talked about how grateful he was that she’d picked him, that she’d come here and changed his life in two short days.
She lost track of how many orgasms crashed over her but knew she’d had more than ever before. They lay on their sides, completely spent and talking, around three in the morning. Riya drifted off when Victor left to raid the fridge for leftover fried chicken and cobbler, returning with both on a plate.
He was surprised, but not offended, when he found her awake with her laptop open when he entered the room. “I figured since we’re awake, why not get some work done?”
He nodded with a smile and climbed up to lean against the headboard with the plate on his lap. She went through the standard questions on the second survey and took notes. He answered as honestly as he could. He fed her pieces of cold chicken while she talked and typed, a fact she greatly appreciated since she’d burned off dinner hours before.
SURVEY TWO
Subject Name: Victor
What is the most common phrase you use for intercourse?
Is “having sex” too simple? I think there are two kinds of sex, “making love” is the slow, gentle kind where all you care about is giving the other person what they want, what they need. Then there’s “fucking” and that is down and dirty, every man (or woman) for themselves and what they can pull from it. Both have their place. Both feel good. Just the mood is different, I guess.
What is the primary trait that attracts you to a member of the opposite sex?
Kindness, not being selfish, wanting to please me as much as I want to please them.
When was your first sexual encounter?
I was seventeen. Been dating a girl for a few months and was about dying for her. Blue balls all the damn time.
Do you remember details of that encounter?
Not much to remember, gave me a hand job and licked my dick, it did the trick. But she said I was built like the bulls on her daddy’s farm and I wasn’t getting near her.
I ended up losing it for real a few weeks later during a trip to South Carolina when a woman in a bar offered to take care of me for $30. She was real smooth until I got inside her, she kept her eyes clenched shut the whole time.
Have you ever had contact with your first sexual partner after the first time?
Never. Only usually have sex with a girl once or twice and she’s gone. Even the occasional pro.
How often do you masturbate?
About once a day, I guess. More if I’m around someone I’m interested in and I get all worked up.
Do you have a scenario to facilitate masturbation?
Having someone blow me. My all-time winner since I’ve had so little chances for that, until recently. I can say that, right?
Have you ever engaged in sex with a person you did not know?
Yes. My first and I’d never do that again. Felt like I’d done something wrong. You don’t know a person, well, you can’t know what makes them happy.
Where is the most unusual place you've had sex?
The hot spring by my house, today. First time I’ve had so much sex anyway, never got to do it outside like that.
What do you think you have to offer a partner sexually?
I never used to think I had much. Everything I know, I learned from porn – not that I’m proud of that. I found things out by trying them on women who didn’t seem thrilled once I showed them my dick. Anything to relax them, stay just a little longer, let me please them.
After the last two days, I realize I have a lot to offer, and I know I can put a woman I care about at ease once she gets a look at how big I am. Once I can get past that one roadblock, a woman will be putty in my hand.
How many casual sexual encounters have you had in the last year?
I don’t do casual sex usually. I dated one girl late last year and she was sweet until we got to sex. Wanted nothing to do with me after that. She was real small and I think I hurt her a little but I sure didn’t mean to.
When Riya typed the last entry, she saved the file, closed her laptop, and set it on the chest. She turned to Victor. “I think you are one of the best men I’ve ever met.” She laid her palm against his stubbled jaw and kissed his mouth with all the gentleness she’d felt while listening to his answers. “You have so much to offer, Victor. So much. Don’t ever doubt that. I don’t. Let me show you.”
She set the empty plate on the bedside table and made thorough love to him until the sun peeked over the horizon. She started with the same full body massage he’d given her and he was a puddle of goo by the time she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him off to the sound of his moans. When he recovered, she climbed over him and rode him hard for a very long time, his hands all over her.
Chapter Eight
The next two days were a blur of activity. They had sex constantly and rode the ATV’s. Victor borrowed horses from his neighbor and they rode deep into the forest where he fucked her fully clothed from behind over a fallen tree while the horses grazed nearby.
Her fifth night, he took her to a local honky-tonk. The man had about come in his jeans when he saw her walk down the stairs in a halter top with no bra, jeans, and her cowboy boots. Her hair was loose and she’d found an old cowboy hat in his attic to wear.
When he found out she knew how to two-step and line dance, he kept her on the dance floor for most of the night which she loved. He was good and loved flaunting his power by swinging and spinning her all over the hardwood.
They ran into a bunch of his male friends and she made sure they knew how hot Victor made her. She was all over him, never bothering with a chair since she had his hard lap to use. Riya complimented him constantly and encouraged him to touch her in public, especially the bare skin of her back, shoulders, and belly.
At one point, she sat back against his chest and used her hands to guide his palms over her stomach and thighs. She got so into it, almost gliding him over her tits and the crotch of her jeans, she didn’t realize Victor’s friends were staring at her slack-jawed.
She gave them a little half-smile and blushed. She would leave no doubt with anyone who knew him that he was a powerful sexual animal.
When they got back to his place at two in the morning, he fucked her so hard, so many times she couldn’t feel her legs. Since she’d known, and he hadn’t, that it would be their last night to be together sexually, she made sure they had their fill of one another. By dawn, she was drunk on him.
She knew the memories would remain with her forever. She made the last hoorah with sweet Victor as crazy thorough as possible.
The next day, Riya insisted on driving into town and going to Shay’s place so he could get his hair cut. He gave her one excuse after another which she promptly ignored.
When she noticed he was dragging his feet as they walked up the block, she turned to him and said firmly, “You are acting like a little boy going for shots…what is wrong?”
He sighed heavily, “I can’t tell you.”
She laughed, “Oh yes, you can. I know you realize you can trust me…so spill it.”
Another sigh, “It is totally disrespectful and I should be ashamed.”
Riya cocked her head to the side, considering. “I’m going to guess, will you tell me if I’m right?” He nodded uncertainly.
“I think you have a thing for Shay. I think when you first saw her in the kitchen the other day you got so hot and bothered you had to have physical contact with me to try and ease the pressure. That you like her so much you’re scared to death of her rejecting you so you avoid her completely. That your interest in being part of my research was in hopes I’d fuck the love you have for her out of your system. That even though we truly like one another, you now know it didn’t work. On top of all that, you’re worried about my feelings, hurting them or seeming disrespectful of me. How close am I?”
His mouth was open and his lips were moving…nothing was coming out.
“Nod yes or no.” At his nod, she smiled and took hold of his massive bicep, “See? No worries. Victor, do you trust me?” Another nod. “You have to really trust me or I’m going to make you suffer. Like, putting flowers back in your living room again kind of suffer. Are we clear?” A final nod with a hint of his sweet smile this time, “Good, let’s go get your hair cut. Have you ever heard people say a haircut can change your life? Well, this is one of those haircuts, baby.”
The shop was another couple of doors down and a bell tinkled when Riya pushed open the door. Shay was behind the front desk with her legs propped up reading a book. The place was totally empty.
Riya glanced at the hours on the door and realized Shay was never open on this day of the week…she’d opened just so Riya would bring Victor by.
Her huge smile when she greeted the other woman was sincere. She was wearing worn jeans hung low on her hips and a snug tank top with a crisp button down shirt over that. There were a few buttons undone so her cleavage was displayed to advantage. She was wearing cowboy boots and had her gorgeous red hair pulled back from her face with a leather headband. Dropping her feet to the floor and rising to her feet, she approached them with a smile.
“Shay! I’m so glad to see you again. Okay, we’re doing a wash and cut. I know you’ll fix it without losing the carefree nature of it.” Shay was nodding shyly, unable to look directly at Victor yet, who was just as unable to look at her.
“Victor, can you please take your shirt off.” At his shocked expression, she rolled her eyes, “You’re a man…no boobies…and you’re wearing a tank top. I don’t want you to get hair all over it or you’ll itch.” Pause. “Please?”
His fingers went to the buttons and she’d never seen anyone move so slowly. Once he parted it and pulled it off his shoulders, Shay sighed quietly. He was a beautiful male specimen, on that they agreed completely. “My lord, Victor, you are so gorgeous. Isn’t he gorgeous, Shay?”
“Victor is a…very good looking man. All the girls around here talk about him,” she said innocently.
“Really? Tell me all about it. You know men need to hear the good stuff just like us girls. Having your own business, I bet you get all the best gossip.” They were walking toward the back, Victor following like he was in trouble. He was in very big trouble, but Riya didn’t think it would have been fair to Shay to warn him about how much.
Shay put her hand delicately on Victor’s bicep, pulling him to the shampoo chair. Trying not to be too obvious, she left her hand on him and ran her fingers over his tanned skin as she warmed the water.
“Riya, if you only knew. Victor keeps to himself, so all the people who really want him don’t get many chances. Meanwhile the only women he really sees are those no-class hangers-on down by the marina. Women who have no respect for themselves or their men.”
“I can’t stand a lack of self-respect,” Riya chimed in sweetly from her perch on the other shampoo chair.
“I agree. A man needs a woman who will appreciate him and take real good care of him. Not some tart who doesn’t know what he’s worth. Anyway, we have quite the discussions about Victor here. One of the best looking men in town, so hard working, such a gentleman.”
She was pushing back against his chest, lowering him so his head was over the sink. She used the tiniest bit of her nails to scrape across his chest as her hands moved back to the sink. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched tight, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tight his knuckles were white.
“A good woman with a good man. That is a great thought. You know, I have to leave in a couple of days. Victor and I are great friends and I’d hate for him to go back to being a victim of those marina tarts. Why don’t you keep an eye on him for me?”
Shay kept a completely serious tone in her voice as she replied, “I can’t imagine anything I’d rather keep an eye on.” Victor’s eyes popped open in shock. She was wetting his head, scraping her fingertips along his scalp slowly.
“As a matter of fact, I’ve been keeping my eye on him for a long while now. I tell you what, Riya, a lot of women wouldn’t like you being here and all. Me? I think I’ve never been so grateful for another person in all my life. Maybe he needed someone bolder to kind of wake him up.” She put shampoo in her hands, leaning forward to massage it into his hair, her full breasts no more than an inch from his face.
