Surreptitious Love – Chap 116 – by BenGarland
Chapter 116 — We get to meet Charlie
Last week, our mature friend Yen had burdened my long-term affair Nguyet and me with a lovely, yet delicate mission: Yen’s nephew, who called himself Charlie, had ejaculated during a tender massage with his aunt, which had not prevented her from going back for seconds, however. Eventually, Yen had, of course, realized how impossible it was to continue such debauchery among family members and had, thus, tossed the young lad into Nguyet’s lap, who instantly involved me in the piquant project of helping Yen’s hapless nephew along. As Nguyet was busy at work, though, I decided to implicate Mira in the plan-hatching how we could create charming scenarios during which young virgin Charlie could garner his first sensual experiences.
As we hadn’t reached a consensus yet, how, where, when, and–above all–with whom the monumental act would take place, Mira and I went to our favorite coffee shop again, where the balcony upstairs was pretty secluded, so that we had enjoyed ribald shenanigans the two previous weeks up there: a fortnight ago, I had jerked off on Mira’s teal-blue tights and splashed on her panties under her orange miniskirt, while last week I had callously removed her leggings and underwear and then even plugged her snatch with my ejaculating cock. Mira had pretended to be utterly dismayed, even yelling at me, but her consensual non-consent urge had been satisfied, and we eventually reconciled at Hanh’s massage parlor for one more rousing round of oceanic, blissful intercourse.
Anyway, Nguyet was downtown this morning, showing houses to clients, and thus didn’t know when she would be able to join us at the coffee shop. The plan was that Mira and I would frame the issue how to deflower Charlie best, before he and Nguyet would join us for lunch. He probably would eat with his family, first, but at least we were going to meet him today, before we would either go to the model home, where Nguyet worked, or the vintage hotel. Both had their perks, although the old empty hotel could be a bit daunting and eerie for someone who entered it for the very first time. Mira actually wanted to take Charlie to Hanh’s massage parlor–partially, as she had a crush on our petite, blind masseuse–but Hanh was Mrs. Yen’s god-child and perhaps knew Charlie, which would be less than ideal.
I had asked Nguyet to find out if Charlie was 18, at least–which he was–and if Hanh and he were related by blood, which they weren’t. So, yes, he was of age and a first-year student in college. What we didn’t know was if he actually knew why he was meeting with Nguyet, Mira, and me for coffee today. Had his aunt told him that she ‘knew someone who could help him along’? Was he aware that there was a plan to charmingly rob him of his virginity? Well, Nguyet liked such charades and probably had already an answer, should he ask. If not, we’d just suggest to explore something new and lovely with two or three adventurous ladies. I liked the story already, partially as Charlie looked cool in his Facebook pictures, with his unusually long hair and Buddy Holly glasses. Mira seemed to have a little crush on him, actually.
Anyway, so Mira and I went straight up on the balcony again when we got to the café, so that we could be somewhat separated from the rest of the customers. Mira seemed to assume that she would deflower him that day, as she had dressed up for the occasion: She was sporting a nice, soft, red T-Shirt and a knee-length, red-and-white-checked skirt, which she had combined with light, flat, feminine shoes. I loved how she–as a bisexual young woman–was underscoring her femininity, for once. She was even wearing a bra from what it looked like, which was too big for her small boobs, however. She seemed in really good spirits, while I began to dream of folding her skirt up onto her slim belly before the others would get here this morning. Her legs were absolutely stunning.
We ordered two coffees, and as I was lighting a cigarette, Mira asked eagerly if we would really meet Charlie today.
“Sounded like it… Nguyet is gonna join us here, once she’s done showing houses in town to clients… I’ll text her later to get us something for lunch, and then we could eat here.”
Coffee shops in Vietnam usually didn’t offer food.
“Around twelve, Charlie will get here, after he’s eaten with his family… I think that’s the plan,” I added.
Mira nodded, but then asked to see his Facebook profile. I pulled it up on my phone, which I then passed across the table. She really did seem to have a thing for him. Which was great, of course.
“Would you let him come on top of you?” I asked, semi-facetiously.
I just loved how Nguyet had put it one day, a few years back. Mira looked at me with an impish grin and pursed lips, before she smiled mischievously.
“Ben, two years ago, I would have slapped you if you’d asked me a question like that… I haven’t even met Charlie yet… let him come on top of me?” she murmured to herself, shaking her head a bit and uttering a few tsk-tsks to underscore her disbelief. “But no: he’s cute… sure… perhaps with a condom but, no, he can totally come on top of me…”
Mira was 24 or 25 but looked younger. If I were Charlie and could pick, I’d choose her over Nguyet, too, as Mira also seemed more approachable, for the lack of a better word. Nguyet was 33 and somewhat mysterious, while also being more beautiful, in the end. And, of course, her bush and pussy were hotter, bigger, and more savory than Mira’s, but Charlie didn’t know that yet.
“To ‘let him come on top of me’… what an odd phrase…” Mira was talking to herself, “But, no, I mean, that’s what it comes down to… or up,” she giggled.
I told her when Nguyet had used that phrase for the first time, which had been one morning in bed, at a hotel about 40 miles north of our provincial town here in south-central Vietnam. It had been one of the few nights Nguyet and I had ever spent together. Upon waking up, she knew we’d do it one more time before checking out and asked ‘Do you wanna come on top of me now or after breakfast’?
Mira wasn’t really listening to my story but still looking at those pictures of Charlie on his social media page. I lit another ciggie and slid a bit to the right, so that I could admire her shapely calves and overall graceful appearance. Eventually, she put my phone down and her hands next to her thighs on the edge of her chair. She seemed poised and determined, but in a wonderfully relaxed fashion.
“I still think we should start with a penis massage at Hanh’s,” Mira suggested again, like the previous week. “I mean, I haven’t seen Hanh do one, but I’m sure she’d be wonderful…”
“Of course, but like I said: they might know each other… and we would need to ask her beforehand, as her parlor is, technically, only for women… Hanh’s mom and aunt may also know Charlie… I’m not sure if they would want him to show up there but, sure, I could ask Hanh…” I offered.
As Mira was getting her phone out, I thought I’d do it right then, but she interrupted me:
“Ben, what’s Charlie’s Facebook again?”
Mira looked really cute with her tongue clamped between her teeth as well as that same impish smile she had shot me earlier.
“Obviously, we should ask Charlie, first, what he actually wants. He might find it weird to get his dick massaged by a blind acquaintance… I can also imagine he wants more… you gotta remember that his first time will be burnt into his memory forever… although, knowing Hanh, she might also let him come on top of her–to use that glorious phrase one more time,” I laughed.
Hanh was blind but pretty adventurous. She had told Anna once that the students at the School for the Blind had sometimes just fucked for fun, since the only other entertainment there had been listening music or chatting with friends.
“If Hanh doesn’t want him to come on top of her, Charlie can come on top of me… so that’s not a problem,” Mira cracked up in her tinny, raspy teenage boy voice.
I loved how we were having a ball, playing out all those different scenarios in our minds. In the end, all three venues–the old hotel, the model home, and Hanh’s massage parlor–had their perks and the potential for a truly rousing and unforgettable afternoon. But we had the time and the leisure to let our minds wander now, here at the café, as we were waiting for Nguyet and our young hero to appear, anyway.
“Nguyet would let him come on top of her, too, I’m sure,” Mira kept the ball rolling, still nonchalantly eyeing her phone screen and scrolling up and down.
I took another long, satisfying drag of my ciggie, before I added: “He could do you both, sure. At his age, he can probably come three times in 90 minutes. But, so that you won’t get carried away: Hanh and Nguyet don’t really get along…”
Apart from a disinterested ‘Oh’, nothing came from Mira; she just kept scrolling, amusing herself.
I hollered downstairs for more tea plus a pack of ciggies and finally wrote to Hanh, who had a translation program that would also read the message to her. Later, Nguyet could also call and explain the situation to her once more. I mean, it wasn’t that she and Hanh hated each other.
“Perhaps it would be better if we just met Charlie once before we decide who is going to have sex with him or when and where?” I suggested. “Focusing solely on sex may make the whole situation kinda stiff…”
“But isn’t that what you would want from him?” Mira quipped. “No, seriously, do you think that could be a problem at his age?”
“Oh, yeah, sure… when I was young, I sometimes focused so hard on staying hard that exactly the opposite happened.”
My play on words was, admittedly, a tad contrived, but Mira knew what I meant.
“Well, if it was for me, if Charlie was here, we could totally do it today… I’m ready,” she was being frank.
“Oh, that’s another option, of course: I mean, if the two of you just hit it off, you could deflower him whenever, wherever you want. Neither Nguyet nor I need to be there…” I offered.