Chapter 3: Warm Shower

A few hours before the bed shaking.

When we got to the mansion Zar dropped me at the front door, then took the car around to park it. My things would stay in the trunk for the night, we had other priorities that did not include dirty clothing. The garage was full so I had my pick of rides to work in a few hours. After 10 days without any quality time with a roaring internal combustion engine I might need some 4-wheel horsepower therapy from my re-engined Marauder, Crown Vic or the Porsche driving to work.

When I stepped in the front door Abril was waiting for me, perfectly posed. She was wearing one of my old oxford shirts (I knew she stole some of my discards), which was unbuttoned. She wore nothing else. She had no makeup plus her hair was down and loose - it was too perfect to be casual, I knew she spent time getting the details right. She was posed so I could see her slit and the baby-soft flesh of her freshly denuded mound, but not her nipples. She knew how much I liked the simple look, and there was no doubt she was very attractive. Breathtaking. It was a pretty clear statement that she missed me.

The thing about this look was that it really required a modest, relaxed attitude. For naturally high-strung Abril, that couldn’t be faked. Tonight she was sincere. I was very pleased and I conveyed my pleasure with the light touch of my hands on her shoulders, just resting for a second. That was followed by a chaste kiss on the cheek. She almost purred. That was all I needed to read her, the simple contact was pure joy for her heart. She wanted to melt with me, so I let her melt, pressing her soft warm body against me. Somehow the shirt opened enough so both of her incredible large bare breasts, which had been concealed, pressed against me.

After the explosions at the law firm Abril was rudely awakened to how much she needed me, and maybe loved me, so she came to a new understanding with herself. She expressed this new understanding by opening her body for me, letting my cock penetrate her body for the very first time, doing it while the others watched her give it up. Together we convincing them that it was not our first time. She also let her emotional defenses drop, so my physical release inside her body infected her with real affection for me. It was a turning point, I fucked myself into her heart. Cynthia was already there, they had grown close quickly when Abril was on the rebound from her betrayers. Li and Resha and Zar followed through the open wound as they immersed themselves in the ecstasy they found in each other in different combinations. I watched her pleasure each one of them and give her body to each to receive pleasure. Abril immersed herself in willing female flesh, it was the perfect antidote for her previous girlfriend who use sex to manipulate Abril’s feelings before she stole the gold.

Then she finally got the reasonable idea into her head that on one of my trips to South America if either grandfather died, plans might change so I might not be coming back soon. On this trip you could say her father, in a California jail, was saved by Mer. The whole law firm deal just might be delayed or it might go away completely if the Chief died and I had to stay in Peru for a couple of months to run the Tribe. Abril was counting on her share of the law firm take to hire a great criminal appeals lawyer to free her father. This type of thing was why she was suddenly so cooperative about her wedding. For the second time in her life, she had feelings that she could not control, and a situation where she had neither influence or knowledge. It humbled her. She looked into her heart and there I was, in that place where her Father had faded.

Well, unlike some people I knew, Abril’s father never made love to her. In fact the one time he was sexual with her, during a con, he was a little brutal. There was an audience and he had to convince them that she was just another whore to him. He was very convincing, her tears were real.

Now that I was back Abril expressed herself the only way she could trust, pressing her voluptuous body against me, crying her need without tears, but by expressing other natural juices that came with feelings. It was a powerful moment.

When Zar walked in from the garage Abril surprised me again by slipping out of my arms into a submissive mode. I half expected her to contest for my attention. When she didn’t I took Zar’s hand and turned toward the stairs to my room. What Abril would do?

Instead of taking my other hand, which I expected, or trying to lead the way, which the old Abril would have done to re-assert her position, this new version of Abril clasped her hands behind her back and quietly asked if we needed her to bring anything. “Water? Fresh coffee? Snacks?” she asked.

She was asking to serve us, and implicitly risking either dismissal for the night or the privilege of watching me put my cock into Zar (who was a decade older) instead of her. I had to wonder which would be more uncomfortable for her, given her state of need.

I glanced at Zar’s face, I had promised her a good time tonight and I was looking forward to delivering my appreciation to Zar’s willing body. That usually means just to two of us.

I guess Zar was feeling generous because she cocked her head toward Abril and licked her lips, telling me with the tiny motion that she would not mind a willing mouth serving her pleasure and cleaning up with appropriate extra good feelings when I was done. She knew that meant less one-in-one contact with me, but she seemed okay with it.

“I guess we could use extra friendly help in friendly places ... are you willing and friendly?”

Abril saw what had happened, that Zar had allowed it. She gave what I call a kitten-grin when she took Zar’s other hand. She lifted it to her lips for a kiss, whispering “Thank you,” to Zar. Things were going better than I thought possible, instead of a catfight we would have peace and pussy play in our time. We went directly to my bedroom.

I focused on Zar, taking a read on her mood, what she wanted. She was pretty transparent, in a few seconds I figured it out. She missed me and wanted my full attention - my hands and my mouth and my cock, all for herself.

“Should I undress her for you?” Abril asked when we got to my room.

“No, I want the pleasure ... I have enjoyed undressing this one since I was, what, 15 months old?” Zar smiled at the memory. She was about 7 at the time. It was true, at a very early age I had this idea that all women should be topless in my presence, especially when they were holding me ... plus I had worked out how to open buttons and clothing knots. I was very clever for my tender age. I knew what I wanted, why else would these women be holding me? Their hands were full so I helped myself.

I blame in on the fact that I was breast fed by Marta much longer than normal and she taught me how to open buttons. I was always hungry.

After my mother Zoam died her widowed sister and shadow Marta became my mother in the eyes of the tribe. She chose Zar to be her ‘shadow’ to help take care of me. (As the heir to the Chief I merited a shadow.) The council thought Zar was too young at the time (not yet 7), they wanted to assign somebody at least 18. But this was a family matter, Marta insisted and none would oppose the chief’s daughter who had sacrificed and eye and much more.

Zar says that the first time she picked me up, when I was about 15 to 18 months and she was about 7, her shirt was partially open. This shirt was closed with ribbons tied across the front, and I was a wizard with her simple knots. I had two more open before she realized it, and I didn’t stop there. She had her hands full holding me. I opened it further as if it was my right, until I could get at her nipples. I knew what they were for, the good stuff! So I tried to suckle at her nipple. I had some teeth and she did have nipples, both were underdeveloped. She had no idea what to do when I tried to latch on. It hurt her a bit but really, it was more startling than anything else, especially with 30 other people, all important, watching, because I was always the center of attention. Zar could not even object, I was the future chief. Plus, she understood that the act said I saw her as an adult, which gave her a good feeling. So she stifled her cry, showed herself as a very brave young female and let me suck away at her. I seemed to enjoy the novelty of somebody new even if there was nothing to drink. She said that now every time I did that with a hint of pain in the bite I made her feel very young again.