Chapter 21. Cynthia Wants Time

Monday September 15

The Mansion

Monday afternoon I left the office early to beat the traffic. In less than 24 hours Cynthia was getting on a plane trip to Peru. There she thought some old men, who were nice enough for an occasional joyful boffing, were expecting her daily sexual servicing for 2 or 3 months. In addition, everybody would know what she was doing. She accepted in her own mind that she had set all this up and embraced it, because choices have consequences. But she still insisted that she did not have to like it.

She did not have to explain anything to me, but I knew that in consideration of her going along with this, she wanted some extra loving from me.

I got home, early for once. Abril was not in the house, she was doing a double shift at the Pablo security desk, including supper with her mother and siblings between shifts, so the plan was just Cynthia and me.

When I got to my room Cynthia was sitting on my bed was waiting for me, fresh from the shower, almost wearing a robe. I wasted no time getting undressed. After the shower at work I was wearing no underwear, it saved time. She looked shocked at this breech of the firm’s dress code and wagged her finger at me.

While undressing I had killed one request Cynthia had, she wanted to be ass-fucked “on one of those big fucking machines” in my toy room. In her mind she equated making me hurt her like that, even if she enjoyed the experience, with some sort of justice for what I was ‘making’ her do in Peru. It was something for her to remember while the Patron was screwing her for like the 75th time.

I declined, “My mother Marta taught me that I must never tie up a pregnant lady in any way.” That line surprised her, but knowing Marta she accepted it. Still, it raised a question we both knew ‘Miss One-track Mind’ would raise.

“That makes it sound like you have had pregnant lady’s before,” she said all judgmental and disapproving. She thought she was the first woman I made pregnant, and to my knowledge, outside of Gracie, she was.

“I, and others, have tried to make Nia’s burden a little lighter with some loving attention,” I countered. She rolled her eyes, of course I had Nia when she was pregnant, before Cynthia was knocked up. All the indians coming to the US stopped here first and spent the night, it was a long trip. As the local Chief it was part of my job to comfort a woman, whether unmarried, wife or widow, when she asked. That night over a year ago Nia asked for me, and Cynthia knew it was a request that was repeated when Nia moved here after her husband put her child in her then died.

I pressed on the point. “Just like you took my comment wrong, making an assumption, this trip will not be as you expect. The actual objective is to build a relationship between you and my people, both the Colony and the Tribe. Now, what do all the woman in the Tribe, and most of the women of the Colony have in common?”

“Something tells me you are talking about enjoying the carnal knowledge of their exalted leaders.”

I answered, “I would not put it that way, but yes, that is part of the shared experience.”

“Okay, I like sex,” Cynthia said, “and I know everybody says I will like the old men, but the prospect...”

I put the last of my clothing away and turned towards her. “You keep jumping to a conclusion for a path that you can’t see yet. I will say that your path involves some turns that are not in your control, that is what makes the big ride down the Disney mountain so much fun. Well, you are taking a ride. One difference is that there will one or two choices. So enjoy the ride.”

She made a face, I was right as always and time was passing. She did not want more conversation with her robe partially covering her feet. “I don’t want to talk any more. Fuck me ... fuck me until you can’t, then eat my pussy until you can again. All I want is missionary tonight, since we can’t do that when I return with my big belly.”

She knew better than that, but she was being dramatic and childish, which is what I deserved for starting such things with a ripe virgin teenager. Why would I do such a thing? Because she was a sexy teenager in my bed who wanted me. What would you do in my place?

“How about ... if I make fairy-tale love to my cutest little baby-mama, because she especially deserves it for the dreams she has been having all these years.”

That got a cute little shy smile from her, she liked it when I tried to make her feel good, and the dream thing was pretty good right now, she flashed back to the first time she masturbated thinking of me. She got all goose-bumps and happy-excited at the memory.

I took her chin with my hand and started to kiss her all gentle and romantic, promoting her dream state, easing her deeper into it. She naturally eased her body back onto the bed, until she was relaxed and in position for me.

She expected me to mount her, as if I could not resist, but first I paid a little homage to her belly bump, which always thrilled her. I gave a few gentle kisses, then started a quiet conversation below her navel. “Hey kiddo, how are you doing in there? It is a nice place to be no matter where your mother is, isn’t it. You have the nicest mother. Say, she hasn’t been grumpy, has she? It must be tough not knowing where you are headed.”

Cynthia had the stifle a laugh, she really loved how people treated her baby as another person.