Revolving Doors (7 page)

CHAPTER 11

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“How did you enjoy yourself this afternoon, Gabriella?”
he asked smiling, over our evening meal.

“I enjoyed
you
quite a lot, Victor. But somehow, I think you already know that.”

“I
hoped
…”

“You…are an
amazing
lover, Victor.”

“
You
, Gabriella…made that easy. I wanted to converse with your body the moment I watched you approach with Valentina. The sway of your hips. The golden of your skin. The beautiful curls that fell around your face and shoulders. Your breasts. I knew being inside you would be a paradise, I just didn’t know how much of paradise it would be.”

Whoa! What an ego booster!

He hadn’t said a thing about my level of experience – or lack thereof. Either he hadn’t noticed, was being nice or I wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought.

I made every effort to give him all I could. That dick was
good
and I wanted to savor every minute.

When he finally took me doggy-style, it was a memorable experience and I suspected that it would be for a long time.

He didn’t just pound, he took his time, and gave equal attention to my ass, rubbing and spanking at just the right times, in just the right spots for just the right reaction.

It was evident the session wasn’t all about penetration for him. He was on a hunting trail and making sure he made his target.

I would have gladly given that man a 5-star rating for Valentina’s books. 

He introduced me to my clitoris. I was surprised and ecstatic to learn of its existence. I sure as hell didn’t know there was a part of my anatomy that could cause me to have that much mind-blowing, pleasure.

Dear Victor’s tongue:
You’re officially my best friend. Signed, a very satisfied American girl
.

“I enjoyed myself, the feel of you, the taste of you...” he continued.

“Thank you Sir,” I responded seductively. “It makes me happy that I made the grade.”

He grinned slyly. It seemed so long ago that I spotted him in his suit and thought he would be uptight and reserved.
Boy, did he debunk that myth
.

He looked casually cool sitting across from me in a white polo shirt, jeans and a single diamond stud in his ear that I somehow missed earlier.

Yes indeed, Victor oozed sex appeal. That wife of his was a lucky woman.

“So, Gabriella…can I ask why it was your family chose
Brazil as their vacation destination?”

“Oh…the story is really short and sweet. At the onset of my father’s career with his firm, he was sent to
Rio to finalize a deal and he fell in love with it. When he married my mother, he took her for their honeymoon, and they vacationed there often until I was born. Then they settled for trips to Disneyland and the San Diego Zoo,” I laughed. “When I was nine years old, they brought me for Carnival and we’ve been coming ever since.”

“I don’t know why the break happened; probably because they had a new baby on board. But they sure as hell made up for lost time. They were just here in February…we were
all
just here in February. This is the first trip I’ve made alone.”

“What line of work are your parents in? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all. My father is VP at an advertising firm, and my mother is in public relations.”

“
Ohhh
…” he said while tracing his finger across my hand. “So, you’re the spoiled little rich girl…behaving badly,” he teased. “Your family has money?”

A gaze accompanied my guarded response, “You…could say that,” I said slowly withdrawing my hand.

“Overstepping?”

“On a scale from 1-10, I would say about an 8.999.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled, but sounding genuine at the same time. “Consider it the last time.”

I shot him a
yeah right
look, to which he responded, “
I promise
…”

“Ok…since you’re so cute and all,” I remarked, playfully wagging my finger at him
. “I’m holding you to your word, Mister.”

“If I go back on my word, I will make it up to you over and over in any way you like. Though…” he paused, smiling while reclaiming my hand, “I’ll have you know, I was planning to do that anyway.”

Damn! That smile. He is fine!

“Not much else to the story at all,” I surrendered. “My parents took month-long vacations each year to come to
Brazil and we would relax, enjoy Carnival and get together with friends.”

“Month-long vacations? What about school? Work, I get how that can be arranged…but how did that go over with your schooling?”

“That was the easy part. I was homeschooled from elementary all the way through high school.  There wasn’t much promise in the public education system in the States, and since my grandmother was an educator, she knew first hand and passed on her views to my parents.”

“That makes sense.”

“The first year I came to Brazil, I felt out of place and it didn’t go so well. But the year after, I met my best friend Natalia, and it became the place I couldn’t wait to get to. She was born here, but her stepfather is American so she’s been speaking English since she was a little girl.”

“So did she teach you Portuguese?”
he inquired.

“For the most part, but I learned a lot just by listening and diving into conversations. I took formal lessons as well.”

“Wow,” he exclaimed. “You are an interesting young woman, Gabriella. I’m glad your experiences have been so pleasant because if they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting you,” he said without taking his eyes off mine.

“I would say
pleasant
for sure and it’s definitely become a second home. I
love
it here.”

“I love the way your eyes light up when you speak about my country.”

“
Your
country, huh? I’m staking a claim that it’s
my
country too!” I smiled.

Talking with him was easy, and it helped that he had a sense of humor. He was fun to be around, and I enjoyed his company. It may be why I told him about losing my virginity in
Brazil a few years earlier.

I also found myself telling him about Kenny, what happened between us and how that played into my return to
Brazil three months after leaving.

The difference between telling the story before and telling it to him then, was that I was no longer fazed by the details. The emotions surrounding it were gone.

At the end of my disclosure, Victor commented.

“H
e served his purpose. His loss, but he left a valuable mark, as it seems like he taught you well.”

“
Huh
?” I asked, suspecting what he meant, but not quite sure. “
Come again
…”

“It means that you have something wonderful down low, and you know how to please. There are many women who lay there only to receive. I didn’t get that from you. You are very much a partner…both a giver
and
a receiver.”

It was as I assumed. He was referring to Kenny’s contribution to any skill I possessed, between the sheets.

He had a point. But, if I had to, I would categorize his contribution in the area of
quantity
, which allowed for oodles of practice to perfect the craft.

In truth, I believed that I had as much sex with Kenny in the first place so that I could master the art.

Since my first time, I had thoughts of the type of lover I would be. Would I be like Samantha Jones’ character on
Sex and the City
, who couldn’t seem to get enough and kept a plethora of lovers? Or like Joan Clayton, on
Girlfriends
who foolishly adhered to a 3-month rule before taking a new lover, thinking that holding out would keep a man around? Or somewhere in between the two?

I knew that whatever category I fell into, I wanted to be mindful of the pleasure aspect. 

“
Giver
…
yes
, and
receiver
…
of course
,” I blushed. “I don’t ever want to wait for anybody to
give
me anything,” I told him. “If I want pleasure, it’s as much on me as it is that person who I’m engaging in activity with. I put myself in a position to know what I really want as a woman and what feels good. When I’m immersed in the moment, I pay attention to what’s happening on both sides – mine
and
his.”

He stared at me attentively as I spoke.

“Intriguing. Please tell me more,” he asked, to which I happily obliged.

“My first time, I was excited at the fact that I had ‘
done it
’. It made me feel like I could accomplish anything. We had sex five different times over a two-day period. I loved the feeling. I loved the moaning, the penetration, all of it. Once I got used to it, somewhere around the third time, I focused more on him and what made him tick. What moves of mine made him moan, what areas he liked to be touched. All I wanted to do from that point was master the art of lovemaking.”

It took him a second to respond, leaving me to wonder if I had talked too much. 

“I would say that you’ve arrived, Lady. You have the beauty
and
the know-how and that’s a lethal combination. A man will immediately be drawn to your beauty, but the added bonus of good sex…quality sex…as I said,
lethal
.” He paused. “I have a question for you and please don’t be afraid to answer earnestly.”

Anything that begins that way can’t be good.

“Alright, I’m ready. Shoot.”

“I was wondering if, with your permission, I could request time with you again on my next visit.”

“Wow. Really?”

“
Yes
, really. You seem shocked.”

“I am…but I’m also extremely flattered.”

And it was in that very moment…with those very words, that I decided Paraiso Belo would see me again.

“I would be honored, Victor. I guess it would come down to schedules. On your other visits, did you come during this same time?”

“I did. However, I can move it up…I
will
move it up, if it means I secure
you
as my hostess.”

He grew silent momentarily and then another bombshell followed.

“What would you say if I exclusively contracted you?”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“That you would be exclusively…
assigned to be with me,”
he said, slightly tilting his head as if he was trying to read my expression
.

Stunned, I asked him, “Why would you want to do that?”

“For the obvious reason…so that I wouldn’t have to share.”

I hadn’t
expected that to be a part of the deal. I got the part about him wanting to be paired with me on each of his visits. But when he specified, exclusivity, it dawned on me that he also wanted me to solely be with him – and no one else.

That would make me something like
imported pussy
.

Immediately, my thoughts went to Iyanna, and Manuel’s situation, and it made sense. She was his kept woman away from home! Why even come to the resort and pay all that money? Why not just put her up somewhere and play the role of Sugar Daddy?

Oh well. To each his…or her own.

Eager to escape the one-sided conversation happening in my head,
out of curiosity, I posed a question of my own.

“From this single encounter, you
know
that’s something you would want?”

“I do. See, what I guess I should explain is that I’m not looking to have a lot of women. I have a wife at home. There is something about you that I like, and I figure if I am going to spend more time here, I would rather it be with someone I feel a connection to.”

I didn’t know how to react to his news. I wasn’t sure if exclusivity was something I wanted to sign on for. That got me nowhere before. But this was something different since he wasn’t asking me to be his
woman,
more like an annual mistress which didn’t make much sense to me.

I found myself trying to see the logic in what he was saying. Not looking to have a lot of women, but willing to have sex with a girl one time per year in addition to your wife? Why even cheat at all? Or better yet, if it’s about variety, then why wait once a year to indulge?

“Gabriella?” he said, catching me in a deep mode of thinking. “What are your thoughts?”

“Just caught off guard a bit is all,” I admitted.