Exchange Student's Culture Shock

Alexis Malone swings her front door wide open, all smiles and sun-warmed skin. Victor Ray steps inside with his backpack still glued to one shoulder. "Man, you look fused together," she says, eyeing the way he holds himself stiff from the flight. She offers him a deep, oil-slicked full-body massage—Canadian style. She calls it nuru. Victor shrugs, trying to act cool. "Long as it’s cultural, count me in." Fifteen minutes later both of them are naked on an air mattress, slick with thick, slippery gel. Alexis slides over him, her breasts gliding along his back, her hips straddling, every movement slow, deliberate, skin on skin. Victor’s body twitches under the heat of her, caught somewhere between surprise and desire. She rolls, pulls him on top, then rolls again, every contact turning slicker, heavier, hotter, while the room smells like coconut and warm skin.