The Fertility Bundle (4 page)

Beyond that one issue, though, my life really was great. It was simple, prosperous and peaceful.

I picked up my soda and took a sip. As I relaxed into the couch, I felt my eyes get heavy. I wasn’t sure if I had dozed off, but the next thing I knew, I heard footsteps coming up to the front door.

Oh shit, they’re here!
I thought.

I glanced around the room excitedly and made sure everything looked nice. I wanted to be a good host and make a good first impression.

The door opened and in stepped Nancy, carrying some suitcases. Veronica was right behind her and when I saw her, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was absolutely gorgeous and I immediately wondered if she was some sort of model.

Maybe it’s just how the girls look in Spain,
I thought.

As soon as she walked in, she locked eyes with me and smiled. I couldn’t help but to give her a quick once over. I tried not to, but I wasn’t able to stop myself. My eyes moved down her body, looking over her breasts and small curves. She was wearing the same dress that she had on in the picture. It looked like it was made of silk and the material clung tightly to her skin, revealing just about everything, including her panty line.

Wow,
I thought.

“You must be Senior Nichols!” she said, with a slight Spanish accent.

Then she set down her backpack and strolled up to give me a hug. I returned the hug and looked over at Nancy, who was watching our interaction. It made me feel awkward, so I cut the hug short and said, “Good to meet you, Veronica.”

It felt like Nancy was jealous of her or something. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it, but there was something between them and I could feel it in the air.

“I’ll go show you your room, honey,” Nancy said to her. “Let’s put your bags away and we can get acquainted in a bit.”

I let Nancy and Veronica go upstairs to the bedroom while I waited in the living room. On the way up, Veronica turned back and gave me a very obvious once over. I could have sworn that I saw her wink at me too. Even if she was going to be flirty, though, I just had to ignore her. I wasn’t going to let her get me into trouble.

I sat back on the couch and kicked back. Nancy and Veronica were back downstairs momentarily.

“I like your house,” Veronica said to Nancy.

Nancy smiled and said, “Aw, thank you, sweetheart. We’re glad you can enjoy it with us for a little while.”

“Yep!” Veronica said. “Six whole months we’ll be together! We are going to have so much fun. Maybe I can actually teach Mr. Nichols some Spanish.”

She was pretty and nice but it seemed like she was hiding something and I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“Yes, maybe you could teach me a word or two in Spanish,” I said, giving her a half smile.

“Oh, don’t be a boring old fart,” she said. “It’s okay if you have some fun.”

Who does she think she is? I just met her and she’s talking down to me?
I thought.

“Steven, I have got to catch up on some of this work I’m behind on. I’m going to be upstairs. Will you please give Veronica a quick tour of the house?” Nancy asked.

I nodded in agreement.

This will at least keep Veronica occupied for a while, then I can hopefully get back to my couch and relaxation time,
I thought.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. “I’ll show you the kitchen.”

I got up and walked to the kitchen, while she followed closely behind. She stood near the doorway and leaned against the wall.

“How about a sandwich?” I asked.

She giggled and said, “Sure. Why not?”

I dug through the cabinets looking for all of the necessary ingredients.

Peanut butter, jelly, bread,
I thought, as I laid them on the counter.

“Voila!” I said. “The poor man’s feast.”

She giggled and sat down at the kitchen table. I quickly made the sandwiches and sat down at the chair across from her.

“Nancy and I are excited to have you here,” I said, trying to make conversation.

Her eyes were dark and penetrating and I had a hard time ignoring the fact that she was beautiful.

“I’m excited to be here, Senior Nichols. What a cool opportunity to meet a gorgeous American man,” she said.

I paused, not knowing how to respond.

“Um...wait, what? I asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You heard me, silly. Lana showed me pictures of you and that was a big deciding factor for me coming over here. You didn’t think I would fly all this way to try American food did you?”

I nervously drummed my fingers on the table, trying to kill the awkwardness.

“Well, like I said, we are glad you’re here,” I said, quickly trying to change the subject. “You’ll learn a lot about American culture and Nancy and I will do anything we can to make your stay more enjoyable.

I felt her foot slide up my leg and towards my crotch.

“I bet you will,” she said.

What the fuck?
I thought.

My cock started to get hard immediately from her touch.

This can’t happen,
I said to myself.

I decided to continue the tour of the house in an effort to ignore her gestures.

“C’mon, I’ll show you the family room in the basement. We just had it remodeled,” I said, standing up from the table.

My cock was completely hard at that point and I noticed Veronica eyeing it as soon as I stood up.

I led the way and Veronica followed me down the stairs to the basement. Halfway down the stairs, I glanced behind me and saw her standing at the top, closing the door. From where I was standing, I was able to look directly up her dress. I didn’t mean to look, but it was pretty difficult when I had a direct line of site to her little white panties.

She smiled at me as soon as she noticed me staring. I quickly turned back around and walked down into the family room. We had just installed a huge TV and bought new brown leather couches for the room. Nancy wouldn’t even let me eat down there because of how expensive the couches were. She was afraid that I was going to ruin them.

I took a seat and then reached for the remote to turn on the TV. I had hoped to at least have some background noise to help with the awkwardness.

“Well, here is the basement. I think this concludes the tour,” I said, jokingly.

She smirked sarcastically at me and responded, “Well, that was quite the tour. So, since that is over, are you going to show me your American side...Papi?”

Papi?
I thought.
Is that “Daddy” in Spanish?

“American side?” I asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I came here to learn about America, and more importantly, American men,” she said.

I thought she would give up after I cut her off at the kitchen table but I was wrong. Her flirtation was intense and she was nothing if not persistent.

Suddenly, she stepped in front of me, interrupting my view of the TV.

“Hey now, I’m watching that,” I said.

I was starting to feel really weird about the whole thing. She was more forward than any woman I had ever met.

Maybe this is just how girls act in Spain?
I asked myself.

She stepped a bit closer to me, bringing her knees to where they were almost touching mine. Then she crossed her arms as her smile faded quickly.

“I came here to learn about America, not just to watch you watch TV,” she said. “So, you’re going to show me a fun time or I’ll tell your wife that you were very naughty.”

Her goofy and innocent demeanor had changed in an instant.

What the fuck?
I thought.

I raised my eyebrows at her quizzically. I wasn’t even sure how to respond.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “I’m a nice guy but you’ll learn that if you say things like that, you’re going to piss me off really quickly.”

“Soy papa lo siento,” she responded.

I was starting to get really fucking annoyed, but I was trying hard to be a good host. I wanted her to have a good experience in America and I had hoped that I could find the patience.

“What did you just say?” I asked. “I told you, I don’t speak Spanish.”

She picked the remote up off of the couch and without saying a word, turned around to turn off the TV. Her ass was in my face and I felt my cock start to get hard again. Her tight little booty underneath her silk dress was enough to make me crazy. I could easily make out the outline of her underwear and I let my eyes follow it from her waist all the way to where the lines joined together.

I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my dick and all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck her. It would be like a younger and more fertile version of my wife. I shook my head to try to get the images out of my mind.

I hope I can get through the next six months without this girl getting me into trouble,
I thought.

Veronica turned back around to face me. She immediately glanced down at the obvious bulge in my pants and I watched as her eyes dilated.

“Mr. Nichols!” she said.

There was a little smirk on her face as a look of lust flashed across her eyes.

“Yeah, uh, well,” I said, trying to think of a good excuse for me having a massive hard-on.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” she said. “I like it.”

Fuck, Steven, this is not going the direction you want it to. This girl is going to put you into a world of shit,
I said to myself.

My cock was still throbbing in my pants and it felt like it was ready to burst out. It was pushing out so hard that it was painful and for more than one reason, I just wanted to release it from it’s cage and let it be free.

“So, it’s true what they say about American men,” she said.

I covered the bulge with one hand and then raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She smiled and responded, “Silly. Everyone says that you American men have massive...you know...”

I smirked, but decided not to finish the sentence for her. I was still covering my cock with my hand and just that pressure alone was enough to make me want to explode.

She stepped even closer to me so that our knees were pressed against each other’s. I could smell her fruity perfume from where I was seated and as I looked up at her, I got even more turned on. I wasn’t the only one, either. Her hard little nipples poked out on her dress and I could see her bumpy areola that surrounded them. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which wasn’t helping my erection go down.

“I traveled a long ways to be with you. I’ve only ever done it with one other guy, but he was my age, only 18. I want to take it from a real man,” she said.

Her Spanish accent seemed to get thicker as she got more turned on.

Steven, don’t you even fucking consider this,
I said to myself.

I was trying everything I could to convince myself that it was a bad idea. I wanted to say something, but before I could utter a single sound, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her waist, revealing her white panties. There was an obvious wet spot right where her pussy was.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

I just wanted to ravage her. Her skin was flawless and her body was firm and beautiful. But still, it was playing with some serious fire and I knew it was a bad idea.

“You can’t do this, Veronica. You don’t even know me,” I said.

Although it was not an easy decision, I had made up my mind. I decided to do the right thing and make it very clear to her and nothing was going to happen.

“Fine,” she said.

She pulled her dress back down, hiding her wet crotch. I missed it immediately but as much as I wanted it, I knew it was the right thing to do.

“Good,” I said.

She cocked her head at me and said, “I’m going to go tell Ms. Nancy that you fucked me anyway, so I guess either way you’re in big, big trouble, Papi.”

What in the holy fuck? This girl is fucking crazy,
I thought.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, trying to calm her down. “What are you talking about?”

The more I got to know her, the more it was clear that she was nothing more than a spoiled brat who knew exactly what to say and do to get whatever she wanted.

“I told you that if you didn’t show me a fun time, then I would tell your wife that you were a very naughty man,” she said, crossing her arms.

It looked like she was about to throw a tantrum or something.

“Are you insane?” I asked.

She turned and started stomping towards the stairs.

“Wait, hold up!” I cried.

I stood up and ran towards the stairs to block her exit. I still had a raging hard-on, which slowed my pace significantly.

I was starting to get angry at how manipulative she was. I mean, this was a complete stranger who was in my house and trying to make me look like the bad guy.

This foreign exchange student thing was the worst idea ever,
I thought.
We should have just bought Lana a puppy or something.

I crossed the family room quickly and blocked the bottom of the stairs. I held my hands wide as she tried to get by me.

“What are you doing?” I cried. “This is insane. Nancy would never believe you anyway.”

She stopped pushing for a moment and stepped back, then said, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, there is no way she would believe you. She would think you’re fucking crazy,” I responded.

I watched as she cleared her throat and then started to shout loudly, “NANCY! MS. NANCY!”

“Shut the fuck up,” I said, trying to keep her quiet.

I put my hand over her mouth and she giggled underneath my fingers. I actually wasn’t sure whether or not Nancy would believe her if she lied to her. We had trust in our marriage, but this girl seemed like she could be pretty convincing if she wanted too.

“Jesus, where are you from again?” I asked, starting to feel exhausted and queezy from the whole experience.

She continued to giggle and then pulled my hand away from her mouth. Her smile said it all. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing and I started to doubt what she had said about her only having sex with one person in her whole life.