She looked up and saw I was watching her causing her to smile. “You use cam?” She pointed at the screen.
“I have a few times yes.”
“I use? Mama upset.”
I nodded knowing she was likely to know how to operate it better than I could. She groaned again.
“Problem?”
“Passkey Polski, letter different.” She mimed typing and grinned. “I do.” She must have figured it out because I heard a voice over the speaker.
“Cześć?”
“Mama!” Margo’s face lit up. They both began speaking and Margo waved her hands in a halting motion.
“To jest mój anioł Krzysztof.” She said and turned the screen to face me. On the screen was a pretty woman, like her daughter, staring at me eyes wide.
“Say hello, my mother Karolina.”
” Cześć Karolina.” I said with a nod. Her eyes went wide again as she said something in Polish.
“Nie. Uczę go mówić po polsku.” Margo answered as she turned the screen back to her. “On uczy mnie mówić lepiej po angielsku. I tell her you teach English, I teach Polish to you.” She smiled over the top of the screen.
They began a conversation which became heated at times. A normal conversation between a worried parent and their child on the verge of adulthood. As a professor I had heard its timbre many times.
“She think you no angel, you want girl.” Margo pointed at herself and rolled her eyes.
“Does she speak English?”
Margo shook her head. “She understand little.”
“Please tell her that you are perfectly safe. I am not dangerous and I will do my best to see you back home safely.”
They resumed their conversation and Margo laughed a sweet trill.
“Mama like angel story. She look in Bible.”
“Tell her it’s in Hebrews 13:2.” I smiled.
“She light candle for you tomorrow.” Margo said grinning. They talked a bit longer.
“Mama want to send money for me. She think you not wait for me to send.”
“Tell her she doesn’t need to send me money, but you may need some for a plane ticket. We should contact the airline and see what can be done, if anything.”
They finished up and signed off.
“She worry.”
“That’s what mothers do best.” I said laughing.
We got together the details of her flight to New York and penciled them out, and I called the airline. They were apathetic at first until I got testy, even getting a worried look from Margo at one point. It was eventually determined that he had bought their tickets online and she would be able to check in with the booking code which she didn’t have. I was concerned about was her being able to change the date of departure and make sure the purchaser could not change or cancel the ticket any longer. I went through a supervisor and another representative when it became more apparent that it would be easier to just book a new flight. After plenty of aggravation I gave up. Margo looked at me confused and I pointed at my computer asking her to hand it to me.
“Do you know if the consulate is likely to buy you a flight home?”
She shrugged and shook her head. “This my first time in America.” She snorted and said something in Polish.
“I’m going to guess that was, “maybe your last?” Don’t let this ruin your opinion of travel. It’s really fun.”
I searched online for a decently priced ticket with a single stop and asked if she was in a hurry. Her eyes went wide when she understood what was happening.
“Stay week?”
“Well the best price would be a week from Tuesday. This week would be expensive, almost double. You don’t take much room so Economy should be comfortable enough. I don’t see a problem with it if you don’t.”
Her eyes were wide, jaw slack as she nodded. I bought the ticket in her name. I purchased the insurance too in case we needed to change or cancel it. When I was done she moved the computer and I was a surprised when she straddled my lap and hugged me. I gave her a quick hug and she sat back, tears in her eyes.
“You real angel.”
I shrugged. “I’d hate to think you made it to America and had a bad first time abroad. I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”
She smiled. “What surprise?”
“If I tell you now it won’t be a surprise!” I laughed.
She leaned in and hugged me again.
I nodded my head towards the sofa. “Better get back over there before you make me a liar to your mother.”
She climbed off my lap and looked at me a moment. I could see the realization dawning on her as I pointed at the sofa.
I eventually put my notes aside and tidied up the table and started water for tea. We had a quiet afternoon, talking about what we liked to do in our spare time. Margo was an enthusiastic music fan rattling off names of her favorite performers, most of which I didn’t recognize. She liked to go dancing when the chance came about. I agreed with her enthusiasm though our tastes differed as I went to the small bookshelf stereo and played her some of my favorite music softly while we talked.
“You need TV.” She said smiling.
“I thought all of you young people went to the internet for your entertainment these days.”
“Small screen.” She said looking at my laptop. “Hard share.” She gestured at me and back at herself. I excused myself to prepare dinner for us and Margo went back to her browsing.
* * * * *
I was usually an early riser. It came with the territory of being a professor and having to be in the classroom early. It also helped when I traveled, giving me ample time to get to places I was working. Today the sun finally dawned bright, the clouds having moved out to sea overnight. I looked out the window and everything seemed a little brighter in color, probably thanks to being washed by the week of rain. I heard the bathroom door close. The living room was well lit and I assumed Margo had woken from the bright sun flooding the windows. A moment passed and I heard her emerge, a moment later she walked into the bedroom looking like a sleep-deprived zombie. She climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to me, dragging my arm over her, the blanket the only thing separating us.
I was about to protest but she had gone back to sleep instantly. I closed my eyes and saw the red orange color of the sun shining through the lids as I joined her. I woke quickly when I felt her bite my chest and her hand wrapped around my stiff cock. Her teeth found and grazed the nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt and her hand began to work magic on the erection I was sporting. Shocked I gave her shoulder a shake to get her attention and she stiffened before scrambling across the bed. She reached up and threw her hair back over her head her face glowed in the sunshine. She looked frightened for a moment and relaxed as she realized where she was. Her face began to flush and she turned bright red. She quickly checked to find herself still covered in the t-shirt she’d been sleeping in.
“What?” She began, her mouth hung open.
“Well it would appear that you got up to use the bath, then forgetting where you were went back to bed, in here.”
Both of her hands went to her mouth. “I sorry.” I could tell by her cheeks she was smiling.
“I’m not. It’s the first time I’ve been able to sleep late in ages.”
She looked at the nest she’d made of the blankets and then across my torso, her eyes landing on the enormous lump she’d created. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Me?”
“You may have had something to do with it, the rest is mother nature telling me to relieve myself.” I climbed out of bed and, facing the window, adjusted myself which caused Margo to giggle.
I stared at the bathroom wall as I relieved myself and wondered what in hell I was going to do with her. She was a little minx and this wouldn’t be the first time I’d been hit on by a coed. The irony of her not asking for a better, or at the very least passing, grade made it different than most others. The other difference is that she was already in my home, not leaning over my desk flashing her charms in hopes of getting an A for a little action. I turned towards the door of my bedroom to find the covers had been pulled off completely off the bed and Margo sat against the pillow smiling at me with her arms around her raised knees. My t-shirt lay on the floor next to the bed.
I exhaled sharply at the sight. “What in heaven’s name are you up to?”
She leaned back and her feet slid forward as she reclined nude, one knee raised slightly the other leg straight, she just rubbed her hand on the sheet next to her.
“Come.”
“Listen, this is not…”
“No, you come.” She slapped the mattress firmly, brooking no argument. I walked around the bed and sat on the edge and turned to her about to renew my argument when she sidled over to me and pulled my mouth down to hers where she stole the breath out of me. Her hand rested on my leg, her fingers grazed the skin of my inner thigh.
“Margo. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“You no have condom?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“How long?”
“Average I suppose. I haven’t had any complaints.” I said flustered by her questing fingers and her breasts pressed against my arm.
She laughed. “How long it been, you make love to woman?”
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