Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

"Much like the women of Caraica," I muse. "Their job is to take care of the children, our homes, and the men."

"Yes, but the difference is, here in America, your mom could have easily worked if she wanted to. She had opportunity to do whatever she wanted."

"You are a good example of a modern woman," I tell her thoughtfully. "You hold a position of prestige and you teach others. You earn money for your work, and that enables you to bring home food for your table. But that is akin to a Caraican woman going out on the hunt with the men, and that's still a hard concept for me to understand."

Finally, Moira seemed to ease into the conversation with a light laugh. "I could spend weeks teaching you all about the struggles of women in our society to strive for the same equal rights as men. We still don't have them... not completely. It's always still a fight."

I nod thoughtfully. "Maybe my tribe's way has some merit. There's simplicity in it, don't you think? Everyone has a role, and no one seeks more. There are no expectations to fail, no aspirations to crush. Everyone works cohesively for the common good of the tribe."

"It's a very good way to live," Moria agrees with a smile. "Now tell me, after having been away for a few weeks, tell me what you miss most about your home."

Closing my eyes, I think back to the Amazon. "I miss many things. The vibrancy of color, the perfume of flowers that bloom year round, the excitement of the hunt, and the heavy moisture in the air that soothed my lungs." I pause briefly, giving her a sinful smile. "I miss Tukaba's body and being able to pound away within her whenever I wanted."

Moira's lips turn downward at that, but no sense in lying. I haven't had sex in over two weeks, and I most definitely miss Tukaba's complete willingness to submit to me whenever I wanted.

I continue. "But most of all, I miss Paraila. I'd give up every bit of those things I just told you I missed, if I could be back at his side again. He was my father... my teacher... my protector for so long, because the tribe didn't accept me at first. He saved my life on more than one occasion, and he made me the man I am today. Yes, I miss Paraila the most."

Moira's eyes turn sad, and it's with shame that she looks at me. "I'm sorry for taking you away, Zach. I know it's been hard."

I stare at her a moment, absorbing the truth in her tone. I sense the regret over her actions, and it causes my anger toward her for her role in this to lessen marginally. Of course, some of that anger seeped away too when I had my mouth between her legs this afternoon. Something like that will tend to put a man in a forgiving mood.

Our meals arrive and the spaghetti is just as delicious as I remembered it, and I'm thankful to myself that I've broken down and started using utensils. It would have been an absolute mess trying to eat the pasta with my fingers. Moira lets me try a little bit of her lasagna, and I about groan in ecstasy when I taste it. I'm definitely going to have that the next time we eat out at an Italian restaurant.

The conversation stays light the rest of our dinner, and she tells me more about her friends that we are meeting tonight. Lexi is a nurse at the local hospital, and Kelly is also a professor at Northwestern, except she teaches English Literature. She assured me that they were both very nice and were looking forward to meeting me, which wasn't needed to ease some perceived anxiety on my part. I was very much looking forward to going out tonight to this "nightclub" that Moira told me about. She said people go there to have fun and to drink and dance, but she solemnly warned me that we wouldn't be drinking. I had never had alcohol in my life, and she said that she wasn't about to have me try it out of a controlled circumstance.

I don't really have any concept of what alcohol is or what it does, but if it was like the powerful hallucinogenic plants our tribe's shaman used to snort up his nose that would make him see giant, flying mosquitos the size of a longhouse, then I wasn't interested in trying it anyway. I didn't like the concept of losing control.

After dinner, Moira drives over to the nightclub and it seems the awkwardness at the beginning of the evening has melted away, and after Moira's heartfelt apology to me not long ago, I feel something of a connection with her now. As if, maybe I might even enjoy her company, which is not something I had planned on.

I know I certainly enjoy looking at her, and I certainly enjoyed fucking her with my mouth today, and I know without a doubt my cock will love every inch of her pussy, but I think I'm actually starting to enjoy the things we talk about.

When we arrive at the club, I'm assaulted by the noise and light. Loud music blares, making a thumping sensation in the middle of my chest. The inside of the building she leads me into is dark, but there are streams of light everywhere, crisscrossing the open space, periodically hitting me in the eye and inducing near blindness. I am immediately unsure as to why coming here is so much fun.

Throngs of people crowd in one area of the building, moving and gyrating their bodies. The concept of dancing isn't unfamiliar to me, as our tribe had many dances and songs we would perform. We would often celebrate a successful hunt or the birth of a child. Even a girl receiving her menses and becoming a woman was cause for celebration. Of course, she was first sequestered away behind a palm-frond screen where she remained the entire time she bled. When she emerged, the women would dress her in a headband of black feathers, signifying her transition and her availability for marriage. There was always singing and dancing after that to celebrate her becoming a woman.

Moira and I talked about that tonight. That in the Caraican tribe, a woman was eligible for marriage as soon as she menstruated. Our tribe practiced polygamy, which was a term Moira introduced me to when I told her that the men of the tribe often had more than one wife. She had told me that this practice was illegal in the United States and it was also illegal for an adult to have sex with a woman until she reached the age of consent at eighteen.

I understood this, because although a young woman in our tribe could be married far younger than that, she drank a tea ground up from the bark of the yarrasa tree, which prevented pregnancy until she was older. Apparently, that was something our societies had in common... ingesting something that could prevent a woman from getting pregnant.

I asked Moira if she took such a remedy, and she admitted she did. She called it The Pill, and then proceeded to describe to me other forms of birth control that are available here. It was an interesting conversation, and I was happy to learn that when I finally fucked Moira, I wouldn't have to worry about her conceiving, especially since I had no desire to produce anything here in this strange world that could possibly tie me to it.

No, if I were to get a woman pregnant, it would be Tukaba, who I had planned to stake a marriage claim to before I was whisked away from my home. Tukaba had only been with our tribe for less than a month before Moira arrived, and I had felt the time was about right for me to take my first wife. She was a good, subservient woman, even though she had been raised with the Paourno tribe, which lived directly off the Amazon River. The Paourno were more modernized than the Caraica, sustaining their people by opening trade relations with travelers. Some of their members even worked for wages at the big logging companies that were moving in on the rainforest.

"I see Lexi and Kelly," Moira says, and she grabs my hand to lead me through the crowd of people.

It's nice... my hand in hers. Her skin is soft, but her grip is firm. I very much enjoyed the way she held onto my head when I was feasting between her legs, even pushing my face in closer to her body when she started to climax. I could never imagine a Caraican woman doing something so bold, but it was a difference I somehow appreciated about Moira.

When we reach her friends, she releases my hand and gives them each a hug in greeting. This is a custom I've seen practiced in the short time I've been here, but it seems to be reserved for people that know each other well.

Moira points to an open doorway behind the bar area, and the two women nod at her in agreement. She then turns to me as she rises on her tiptoes and still has to practically shout over the loud music so I hear her. "We're going to go in the back area where it's not so loud."

I nod, following behind her and the other two women. They're wearing dresses similar to Moira's. One of them has on a tight, black dress that has no sleeves and enhances a deep shadow between her breasts. She has white blonde hair that's long and loose, and is very pleasing to the eye. The other woman is very tall with shorter hair that is curly around her head. Her dress is equally as tight and a deep red color. She's equally as pleasing to the eye, and I'm finding my attraction to the white women of the modern world runs about the same.

However, in watching Moira walk just ahead of me, her hips softly swaying, I realize that she's the only one I have a true interest in. Which means there's something more there than just a beautiful face and body. Moira and I have already shared intimate experiences that heighten my desire for her. From that moment across the campfire while she watched me fuck Tukaba, a connection between us was forged and these last two weeks, it's grown stronger. I'm finding that while I miss my home and Paraila very much, that my craving for Moira is making my time here more sustainable.

When we reach the back room, the volume of the music dies greatly and I can actually hear myself think. There are several interesting-looking tables covered in some type of green material, and people are bent over them, hitting balls with wooden sticks.

"What's that?" I ask Moira.

She gives me a tinkling laugh. "Those are pool tables. I'll teach you how to play in a little bit."

The women find an empty table in a corner and, before we sit down, Moira makes introductions. "Kelly... Lexi... I'd like you to meet Zach."

The blonde steps forward, sticking her hand out to me. I've seen this custom too while Moira and I have been out and about this past week, and I reach out to take her hand.

"Hi. I'm Kelly. It's really great to finally meet you. Moira has told us a lot about you."

I cut a glance over at Moira and cock my eyebrow at her. I wonder if she'll tell her friends about what I did to her this afternoon. She lowers her eyes but has a tiny smirk on her face.

The other woman steps forward and we shake hands. "And I'm Lexi. Welcome back home."

A tiny stab of pain hits me in my chest at the mention of the word "home," but I manage to smile at the woman politely before releasing her hand.

As we all take seats around the table, Moira beside me and the other two women across from us, a waitress comes up and asks what we'd like to drink. Moira orders water for both of us, as she knows I don't like the soda products I tried in the past. Lexi and Kelly both order wine.

"So, Zach," Lexi asks. "How are you adjusting here?"

Fair question. "I'm finding that I have a lot of familiarity with many things I'm seeing already. I guess they're products of my memory from when I was a child here. But other things are quite amazing to me."

"Like what?" Kelly asks.

"The Internet, for example," I tell her with a smile. "You can't imagine the things you can learn about with just a computer and a few creative search terms."