“How much is the rent?” Zach asked.
“About $150 American a month,” Rui replied. “But that includes everything; rent, water, electric, internet. I’ll need to get the wireless protocols for you.”
“Shit, that’s half of what I was paying back in the States,” Zach said, shaking his head.
“Since Mr. Johnson is paying for it, you could have gotten something a bit nicer, you know,” Krista said.
“I don’t want him to think that I’m taking advantage of him,” Zach said. “Like you said, this is a step up from what I had. What time does the dojo open in the morning?”
“8:00,” Rui replied, “but some of us go for a run each morning. We leave the dojo at 6:00. It’s about 20km — 12 miles.”
“Maybe we should get local SIM cards for our phones,” Krista suggested.
“There’s a shop just downstairs,” Rui said.
“That makes sense,” Zach agreed.
“We can get some water and some food, too,” Krista said after opening the refrigerator and finding it empty. “There’s a coffee machine, so we can get some coffee.”
“I’ll show you the phone shop, then I need to get back to the dojo,” Rui said. “If you need anything between now and tomorrow morning, just come to the dojo. I can get your local phone numbers tomorrow. I’ll give you the wireless protocols then, too, unless you want them tonight.”
“I’d like to be able to access the internet,” Krista said. “After we get the SIM cards, can we come to the dojo to get the access protocols?”
“Sure,” Rui replied. “I just need to make a phone call to the landlord to get them.”
After getting their local phone number SIM cards, Zach and Krista went to the dojo to get the wireless protocols and exchange phone numbers with Rui. He also gave them each a dojo jacket to wear. They then stopped at a street food vendor and experienced tacaca, a soup made from jambu fruit, dried shrimps, yellow peppers, and tucupi, a yellow sauce extracted from wild manioc root and seasoned with salt, alfavaca, and chicoria, before doing some basic food shopping at a small family grocery near the entrance to the building where their apartment was located.
“So, how does it all feel?” Krista asked after setting up her camera and MacBook, testing the wireless protocols Rui had given them and satisfying herself that it would work.
“Good, it feels good,” Zach said, nodding his head as he sat on the sofa in the living room. “Free. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this free. Big release of pressure. It feels good.”
“But you start training in the morning,” Krista pointed out.
“That will only make it better,” Zach said. “Then I won’t have to feel so guilty about feeling so good because I’ll be working hard.”
“Why would you feel guilty about feeling good?” Krista asked, stunned at hearing him say such a thing.
“My father was a Lutheran pastor,” Zach replied.
“A priest!” Krista asked, her eyes wide. “You were raised by a priest?”
“A pastor, a Lutheran pastor,” Zach replied. “In both its Catholic and Pagan senses, a priest is a person serving as the interface between God and humans, because you can’t do it directly. A Lutheran pastor is ordained to be a living example of Christ, but they are not the go-between like a Catholic priest. Pastors lead, but it is a first-among-equals thing. Nobody’s kneeling or bowing to anyone, or kissing any rings.”
“So, what’s the connection?” Krista asked.
“According to my father, if I had time to feel good about anything, then it was time that I was wasting by not doing something directly for the glory of God,” he explained.
“Damn! Not much of an improvement on the orphanage, was it?” Krista said.
“Oh, it was a whole lot better, heaven compared to hell, in spite of my father’s beliefs,” Zach said, smiling. “My mother was a church wife, I call it. She was like a Mother Teresa, always helping someone with something. She never said much, but she could cook. Man, she could cook. She showed me with her cooking how she felt. It wasn’t love, for either of us, but I always felt the safest around her.”
“As strict as he is… was, my father never once even threatened to strike me,” Zach continued. “I think it would have violated his principles or something. Every report card from school, he’d look at it, clear his throat, then tell me to keep up the good work. In his world, praise was reserved for God.”
“So you feel guilty when you feel good?” Krista asked.
“Something like that,” Zach agreed.
“And when you eat my pussy or I suck your cock or you fuck me, you feel guilty?!” Krista asked.
“Well, no,” Zach replied. “No.”
“Good answer,” Krista said. “Now why don’t you come eat my pussy and we can start dedicating this place properly,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom. “It even has sheets,” she observed, stripping them from the bed and throwing them onto the floor before undressing and then laying back on the bed and pulling her knees up to her chest, then spreading them apart, smiling at the look of crazed lust on Zach’s face as he stripped as fast as he could, all 8″ of his cock standing aquiver out in front of him as he crawled up onto the bed, his tongue leading the way between her petaled inner lips and into her, immediately awarded with a cascade of tangy juices as she vibrated in orgasm.
“I think that I’ll fuck Rui,” Krista said many minutes later while Zach was once again eating her pussy, this time after he had fucked her, then filled her with cum.
“When did you decide that?” Zach asked, looking up from her pussy as she pushed up onto her elbows to look at him.
“Just now,” she said, smiling at him, “while you were eating my pussy. Does that bother you?”
“No,” Zach replied after momentarily hesitating, something that Krista noticed.
“That’s good, because I’d do it anyway,” she said. “I’ll feel better about it, though, knowing that it doesn’t bother you. Will you eat my pussy after he fucks me?”
“Am I going to be there?” Zach asked, flicking out his tongue to tease her fat, bulging clit, smiling when he saw her eyes glaze as she shuddered, leaning down to catch the newest flow of juices on his tongue as she came yet again.
“Do you want to see him fuck me?” Krista gasped when her orgasm subsided.
“Well, if you’re going to fuck him anyway, it might be hot to watch,” Zach replied.
“My rule of cocks is the more, the bigger, the better,” Krista said. “Have you ever shared a woman, fucked her with another guy?”
“A few times,” Zach replied, smiling.
“Did you like it?” Krista asked.
“It was great,” Zach replied.
“Are you going to tell me about it?” Krista asked, licking her lips.
“You want details?” Zach asked.
“All of them,” Krista laughed. “I love horny tales.”
“All right,” Zach agreed. “You suck my cock and I’ll tell you about it.”
“I’d suck your cock anyway, you know,” Krista said, kneeling between his spread legs and taking it into her mouth and going all the way down on it until her nose was pressed up against his belly, her throat and mouth milking him before she rose up, revealing his cock inch by inch, glisteningly clean of the cum cocktail that had been covering it.
“It was after my second MMA fight,” Zach began.
“Against Tim Snyder,” Krista said, looking up. “He had a 2″ reach advantage but couldn’t wrestle. You took him down in the first 30 seconds with a double leg takedown, then submitted him at 53 seconds with a head triangle when he tapped.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Zach asked.
“I was there,” Krista replied. “I also remember things. I’m sort of eidetic.”
“Sort of!” Zach snorted. “And since we’re on the subject, where did you learn Portuguese?”
“What do you think I was doing with every second of free time those three weeks before we left?” Krista asked. “I was studying Portuguese on Rosetta Stone.”
“And you learned it in three weeks?” Zach asked, staring at her, incredulous.
“Like I said, I’m sort of eidetic,” Krista said, smiling. “Now finish your story,” she said, taking his cock into her mouth, but keeping her eyes on his face.