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.
“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.