“Well, yes, Ben, but don’t get me wrong: I’m afraid he may become clingy… he might want us to be a couple…”
“What would be bad about that?!” I asked, perhaps a tad naively.
“Ben, I’m almost 25. I don’t want an 18-year-old Vietnamese boyfriend… the language alone…”
“But we’re living in ‘Nam… well ok, then here’s an idea: You teach him English, and you’ll pick up some Vietnamese from him. That way, you have some cultural context, it’s all legit, and then you fuck a bit two or three times a week…”
“And where?! Remember I’m sharing my room at the school with Gabby and Sarah! As you well know, that’s impossible… and, Ben,” she took a deep breath: “I love Hanh. I wanna be together with her. Have sex with Charlie, yes, but I have a huge crush on Hanh since last week…” Mira admitted.
Wow! I wasn’t sure if Mira wanted us to talk about her falling in love with a blind 20-year-old Vietnamese masseuse, but Nguyet was coming up the stairs now, a bit like in a play at the theatre. Apparently, she had ordered a drink downstairs, as the cute little waitress was following her. We ordered two more coffees but, Jesus, looked Nguyet hot in her First-Class flight attendant outfit: dark-blue blazer and skirt, with a white, stiff blouse underneath. She was also sporting black pantyhose and high heels, while a small red-grey-and-blue kerchief complemented everything. She had also been to the hairdresser–for Charlie? Her hair was now parted on the left and pinned up in the back. But, man, her bangs looked sharp!
Nguyet did not seem as relaxed as our girl from the Philippines, but she appeared equally resolute. And looked absolutely flawless, impeccable, immaculate. But perhaps Charlie would find her intimidating?
“You look super spiffy, Nguyet!” I told her right away, enchanted and smitten.
Mira agreed: “When Charlie sees you like that, he will instantly want to come on top of you…” she cracked up again.
Nguyet probably didn’t even remember that she had coined such a memorable phrase, or when, but she sure was enjoying the bath in the small crowd.
“So, you’ve talked about him already, huh?” Nguyet asked after a minute.
“Yeah, I’ve even written Hanh if we could swing by for a penis massage… as a start…” I told her.
“Well, I hadn’t even thought of that…” Nguyet admitted. “But, sure, why not?! I mean, if Charlie and Hanh are okay with that…”
“Now, is he really coming today?” Mira was again eager to know.
“That’s what he said,” Nguyet nodded and took a sip of her coffee.
“So, what’s the plan? I really like him,” Mira pressed ahead. “I would totally let him come on top of me…” she giggled some more.
I still didn’t know if Nguyet knew how hot that line was or that she had coined it.
“Well, I thought that Charlie could become part of our little festivities at the old hotel…” Nguyet chimed in. “But you’re right: perhaps a visit to Hanh would be called for, first…”
Whenever Nguyet spoke about our orgies, she used some other, milder term, which I liked, as ‘festivities’ wasn’t actually wrong.
“But I think that it would be too much to throw him right into the vortex…” I contended. “I don’t want Charlie to think that this is what sex is all about… somehow, I want him to have lovely, delightful memories of his very first time… he should tell us what he wants, so that he and we can shape the epic event together…”
“Shall I call him?” Nguyet offered.
Since I firmly believed Charlie should be part of the conversation, I nodded, as Mira truly couldn’t wait to meet him, anyway. Nguyet dialed his number; at some point during their conversation, she got pretty serious, before described where we were.
“Done! I told him to bring condoms…” she added, grinning.
“Oh, that’s clever. That way he knows what’s up without telling him directly… and he also learns to be responsible from the get-go.”
“Yeah. He knows what to expect now… he was puzzled at first, but then promised to get some…” Nguyet told us.
Yes, she had found perhaps the cleverest way to divulge what Charlie could look forward to. Mira didn’t say anything; perhaps, in the end, she didn’t want Charlie to use condoms with her. Well, as a virgin, he couldn’t have much that she wouldn’t want.
“So, before he gets here: Is there anything we need to talk about?” I asked.
“Like I said, if he’s fine with it, we can do it today…” Mira offered herself once more. “But if we wanna get to know each other first, that’d be alright, too. Nguyet, what do you think?”
“I think Yen, his aunt, kinda told him what we’re meeting for, and he must be eager to lose his virginity; don’t you think? So, there’s no need to keep up any pretenses about becoming friends or the like…” she said with a naughty, yet slightly bashful smile, quickly looking down again and taking the straw of her coffee into her mouth.
While I was racking my brains if there wasn’t anything else we needed to discuss, Mira told Nguyet what had happened here at the café the last two weeks. Doing so, she was subconsciously playing with the hem of her skirt but softened the consensual non-consent upheaval, as Nguyet wasn’t aware of her new kink.
“Well, you wanna do it quickly before he gets here?” Nguyet laughed as she was getting up. “I’ll buy something lunch in the meantime, huh?”
She asked Mira and me what we wanted to eat and then went down the rickety spiral staircase. Now that Nguyet was gone, I could have caressed Mira’s thighs under her skirt but decided it would be better to save my élan for later. Unless she enticed me, of course.
“So, you really have fallen in love with Hanh, huh?” I asked Mira, as I couldn’t imagine her wanting cum-soaked panties right then.
“Well, yeah, Ben… she is so cute… she’s even smaller than me… oh, I love her little butt… her small bush is so dark and dense… and soft… so different from mine…” she kept raving on and on.
“You had awesome sex last week, while I was eating lunch?”
I hadn’t asked yet. As Mira had been so upset, she had told me to drop her off at Hanh’s and come back an hour later. In hindsight, Mira probably had wanted to be alone with Hanh, as much as she loved her. And, as far as I knew, she hadn’t seen her naked before.
“Yeah, after we took a shower together, she pointed at the mattress, which we then put on the floor together… she oiled her little boobs and then rubbed my whole body with them… and then artfully massaged my pussy…”
“Before she got the dildo out…”
“Yeah, but surprisingly she wanted that only for herself…” Mira clarified. “But that whole hour was so awesome… in a very special way,” she sighed.
“Well, Miraculous, you’re pretty awesome, too… and beautiful… in a very special way,” I added.
Mira blushed and looked down at her skirt. She played some more with the hem and thanked me quietly for the compliment. I felt that I was blushing, too, and lit another ciggie, as there was a slightly awkward pause. But nothing embarrassing. When we heard the spiral staircase swing, I turned and saw Nguyet with our boxes of food, followed by our hero, Charlie. Like we were playing chess, I castled our chairs and moved closer to Nguyet’s, offering my spot to Charlie, so that he could sit across from Mira, who wanted to let him come on top of her. They were also closer in age.
Of course, I didn’t know how good Charlie’s English would be, but right when he asked ‘How are you?’ I knew that we’d be fine. There was only a slight trace of an accent in his speech. And he seemed far less shy or awkward than I had imagined him. It dawned on me that his problem with the young ladies was solely that upper-middle-class girls in Vietnam wanted to remain a virgin until they got engaged at 25, so young guys like him only had three options: either wait with sex till they were 26, or go to hookers, or find themselves a good country bumpkin, like my niece Giang, with whom Vu–another young guy from our orgy circle–was running around with nowadays. Needless to say, options 2 and 3 wouldn’t be condoned by Charlie’s parents, but waiting all those years didn’t seem an option at this point.
Charlie asked what my name and my favorite soccer team were; the latter I truthfully declined to have. I didn’t feel like making one up for him, either. Instead, we talked about American football and the NBA, about which he seemed to know quite a bit. Obviously, he wasn’t shy, and I began to imagine him crawling under Mira’s skirt, while I would take care of Nguyet’s tights-clad thighs and savory market-woman pussy. Good salacious Lord, looked she beguiling this fine morning, in her black pantyhose and her flight attendant outfit! She noticed that I was looking at her legs, smiled, and then slid her chair six inches closer to me here, around the table corner. Yes, it would probably be best if Mira and Charlie hooked up, while Nguyet and I needed to reestablish our bonds anyway, as we hadn’t seen each other for quite a while.
The two youngest were talking about music now. When Mira didn’t know any of the Vietnamese songs or bands that he was tossing into the conversation, however, Charlie was astonished to learn that she wasn’t one of his compatriots. Not yet. He mentioned that his dad had worked as an airline pilot until recently, but now–because of the whole Corona situation–had found a job at the local oil refinery. Because of his former position, the family had traveled a lot and just moved to our quaint, non-descript town about six months ago. Well, that probably didn’t help him, either, with the girls. I wondered if gorgeous Mrs. Yen, in whose hands he had come, was his dad’s or his mother’s sister.
Nguyet had already unpacked the food, but when I offered Charlie a share of mine to be polite, he declined, saying that he had already eaten. He asked Mira if she liked her food, however, and proceeded to tell us what our dish was called in Vietnamese. Nguyet mentioned that she had to run errands in the afternoon, but I still asked her if we could go to her model home in the suburbs (since Mira had already indicated that she would let Charlie come on top of her).