I meet her online. It is an oriental dating site. I am weary of American women and their ‘princess’ ideology. I wouldn’t say that foreign women don’t have a princess ideology, look at the facts: In their country, my money is worth eight times theirs. I can easily live like a king, but I don’t see it at the time.
I have to admit that the women look half their age. I chat with a few.
I find it strange that most of the women say, “When you come to my county you can sleep in my bed.”
If they say this, I turn their profile off. Eventually, I narrow it down to three and chat with them. I go to a week-long conference and have no access to a computer. I come home, only one woman replys to my text. Three months later, I am on a plane to meet her.
Betty is the youngest daughter with three elder sisters. She is thirty and her husband died in an accident before they could have children. Betty has gold-flecked skin tones, long, thick, black hair, and a contagious smile. I am thirty-three centimeters taller than her and probably taller than most people in her country.
Betty meets me at the airport. We get a cab to the hotel and go to dinner. That night we take a cab to her house. We kiss and I go back to my hotel. The next couple of days, we take in the sights and at night, we go our separate ways. On Friday, I check out of the hotel to take a twelve-hour bus to her hometown. It’s early in the morning when I feel the bus come to a stop. Fog encases us and the driver can’t go farther. In the eery silence, I’m not sure what to expect, but slowly the fog lifts to reveal a small town just a few kilometers away. The driver starts the bus and lurches it into gear. With this everyone wakes-up.
We take a cab to her house and I meet her family. Grandparents, her parents, sisters, their husbands, and children. One niece, in particular, catches my eye, her name is April. April is sixteen and when I first meet her, I feel a noticeable bulge in my pants. To say it is lust, at first sight, would be an adequate statement. April looks like an early spring morning when everything is fresh and new. April is slightly shorter than Betty, she has long hair and slightly larger bust. Looking into April's eyes, I see innocence and hunger. I’m pulled away to the kitchen by grandma.
Grandma plants me at a small table and starts cooking. Various family members come in and go out of the kitchen. Then I notice that it’s just her and I.
Grandma surprises me by talking in broken English, “You know, Augustus, Betty is a good girl, but she had a husband. No man can compete with the dead. April is a lively girl. In our country, she is able to get married now. Consider wisely what to do.”
The following day, I’m told to take the nieces and nephews to play in the river. Betty’s mom needs her, so we get a cab and go to the river. When we get to the river, I have my doubts about swimming because it has a strong current. The boys show me a small section where the water isn’t so rough. The kids strip out of their clothing down to their swimwear and jump into the cool water. I am quite surprised when I see that all the girls wear bikinis. I slowly strip to my swimsuit and get into the water.
The river isn’t cold, so it has no effect on my raging hard phallus. My thoughts about April are broken when a nephew splashes me and the splashing game is on. From the bank, I hear April calling us to eat lunch. We eat and sit in the warm sun. April goes back into the river.
I close my eyes for a second and then hear screaming. April has gone out too far and is being swept away by the river. I jump in and swim like a madman to help her. I catch up with her and without thinking, I grab and latch onto her. The swirling river sucks us down and tosses us around. I find that the swirling and churning waters have ripped her top off. As I go underwater I get a face-full of her breast. Several times her breasts are pushed into my mouth and her hardened nipples poke my eyes. I fight my way to the bank and pull April out on-top of me.
After a few minutes, April notices that her top is missing. The realization of what happened when we were in the water rushes through her head. She squeaks a little scream and grabs at herself to cover her naked breasts. I hear some clamoring before one of the boys comes with a towel and covers her. When April stands I see that her top isn’t the only thing that the river took. April stands there naked, grasping at the towel to try to cover herself. Once back at our swimming spot, I give her my shirt and it covers her naked body down to her knees.
That night, I hear Betty crying. I try to talk with her, but she is inconsolable and I go to sleep in my room. I am awakened by shouting and arguing. When I step out of my room I am confronted by Betty’s sisters all yelling at me. They push and shove me into the living-room. They all get quiet when grandma comes in with April behind her.
Grandma has one question, “Is it true?”
I tell her frankly what happened at the river. I leave no detail untold. When I finish, everyone starts shouting at Grandma. Grandma raises one hand and talks with April. Grandma then says something and everyone leaves. A couple of hours later Betty comes in the room.
She says, “Augustus, I cannot marry you.”
Betty runs out of the room and the rest of the family strolls in. They all look at me and then turn to face the door. The door opens and April stands there in a white dress. From my angle and with the lights behind her I can see that she wears nothing under her dress. For some reason I find myself standing up from the chair. April steps into the room and everyone looks at me again.
Not knowing what to do, I walk towards April. I get within a half a meter of April and stop when I see grandma beside me. She joins April and my hands together. A wreath made of orchids, lotuses and lilies is placed on April’s head. Grandma takes our joined hands in hers and pours oil on them. She takes some oil and rubs it on our foreheads. Grandma says some words, she pats our hands and walks away smiling. I look around to see that we are left alone in the room.
I am so confused. April follows me everywhere. At dinner, she fills my plate and everytime my glass is empty, April fills it. She still wears the white dress and the wreath is still on her head. I can tell that the family approves of what she’s doing, and they all smile at me. We watch a soap opera and everyone goes home, leaving April and me alone. I go to my bedroom and April follows me up to the threshold where she stops.
She says, “Husband, I cannot come in the room. We have a tradition where I must be carried into the room.”
I stand there looking at her, trying to process what she said. A light shines in my head and I suddenly understand. I step out of the room, pick April up and carry her over the threshold and gently set her on the bed.
I look at April and say, “Your English is very good,” I look at the bathroom and say, “Do you need to, you know, go there.”
April blushes and nods.
From the bathroom, April Says, “I am the oldest grandchild, I learn English and teach the others.”
April comes out and I go to the bathroom. After I’m done I step towards the shower but April stops me. “Please do not wash the oil off. Our tradition says that we must not.”
I turn away from the shower, saying, “I need to learn more about your traditions.”
I sit beside her on the bed, and she says, “I need to eat you.”
I panic and reply, “Wait, what?”
April explains, “I need to fill my stomach with your seed. It is fine I practice with carrots.”
I burst into laughter, “Practice with carrots?”
My laughter subsides and I ask, “Okay, what is after that tradition?”
April’s face turns bright red, “You eat me.”
I look intently into her eyes and ask, “Did you practice that as well?”
April hides her face with her hands and vigorously shakes it, “No, no, boys are not allowed to see girls naked. Only our husband can.”
I smile, “Okay, so, you eat me, I eat you, then what?”
April’s face is still flushed, but she gathers some strength and replies, “By tradition, after this, we should have a good understanding of each-others body. The elders say that we can do what comes naturally.”
I process her words and chime, “If you’re getting meat and gravy I want to see the salad bowl.”
April is confused, “I do not understand.”
I smile and stand, “We are getting naked.”
I stand and pull April up with me. I kiss the top of her forehead and unfasten my pants. April stands ever so close to me as if she doesn’t want to see my nakedness. I drop my pants and underwear in one quick movement and discard my shirt. I raise her face and look into her eyes. I grasp her dress from the hems and lift it.
April gasps and her body quivers. I pull her nakedness to mine and hold her. I hold her tight and rub little circles on her back. April regains her confidence and turns her head up to look at me. I kiss her. I cup the back of her head with one hand and draw her close with my other. I kiss her long and hard, my other hand caresses her ass. I kiss down to her neck and push her slightly away. My eyes ravish her.
If the gemstone amber could marry a wheat field, their child would look like April. Her skin is flawless, beautiful, and radiant with golden tones. She has Onyx for hair, star diopside for eyes and ivory for teeth. Gravity has no effect on her perky, rounded breasts. Her darkened areola crown the center of her breasts and her nipples thrust forth like little pikes. Her shape is like an hourglass. Her legs are long and gangly. She has no piercings nor tattoos. She is pure as a falling snow and an innocence besets her.
