I wasn’t sure if Charlie had noticed that detail, though. From time to time, he was still looking at Nguyet, like he also wanted to crawl under her skirt, but the way he and Mira were whispering sweet nothings back and forth, they seemed made for each other. Nguyet was explaining the whole situation to Thuy once more, it seemed, and if I wasn’t completely mistaken, Thuy promised to come upstairs, where the bedrooms were, in 20 minutes or so. Should I ask Nguyet to tell Thuy that, soon, Charlie was going to be part of our orgy circle? Well, not now. Not yet.
While Mira and Charlie went upstairs in front of me, I was tempted to fondle her sweet little ass through her red-and-white-checked lampshade skirt. Well, not now. Not yet. I didn’t want to upset Charlie, of course. Nguyet had probably read my thoughts, though, as she shot me an impish smile from twelve inches below me, but then I asked her prosaically what time she had to go and run errands, so we could plan a bit:
“In half-an-hour or so. I gotta go to the post office, which shouldn’t take too long, though… I’ll make tea, and then we could talk some more…” she offered.
Talk. Oh, well, I guess we couldn’t go straight to the bedroom, but knowing that Nguyet would leave and seeing Mira in such elated spirits, ready to throw her clothes off and fuck, made me a bit melancholic. I felt like pressing my nose and mouth into some warm, sour pussy aroma but it would have been contrived to quickly bang Nguyet to demonstrate to Charlie how everything is done. I mean, he knew what he would need to do, didn’t he? He had probably watched some porn, hadn’t he?
Upstairs, we sat down in the kitchen. My back was against the wall at one of the shorter edges of the rectangular table, while Charlie plopped himself down near the window, kinda close to me in a 90-degree angle. Mira sat down near him, but also across from me, which I found weird after ten seconds, so that I moved to the other short side of the table, giving our young couple more room. While Charlie now took ‘my’ chair near the wall, Mira followed him with hers and then touched his wrist, the way young Southeast-Asians sometimes do to show trust. Nguyet was standing across the room at the counter and looked absolutely beguiling: her small butt was wobbling seductively under her tight skirt, and I asked myself if she had dressed up for Charlie or if she was required to look that spiffy when showing houses to clients. She had taken off her high heels downstairs, of course, but judging by the fabric of her tights, she was perhaps even wearing a garter belt and lacy underwear. My, oh my!
Mira went to the bathroom at some point, and, as no one was saying anything, we could quietly hear her pee. Did that turn Charlie on? As the bedroom door was open, I could see the brightly-colored bed spread, which someone would fold back soon. And there was a lovely yellow dress hanging on the doorknob of one of the wardrobes. I asked Nguyet if it was hers:
“Nope. That’s Thuy’s… she usually changes here in the morning…”
“And then again in the afternoon?” I asked.
“Well, yes, of course,” she replied smugly.
I instantly imagined Thuy coming up and changing, with the bedroom door only half-way closed. We could then see her in her white underwear… her simple bra and panties… and perhaps even detect the outline of her brown, roundish bush under the fabric. Charlie would be mesmerized by her beauty, get up, and go over to kiss her… But then, alas, Mira would be cross, of course, so that wasn’t an option. But I liked the chimera, until Nguyet hollered:
“Ben!”
I woke up from my reveries and found my hands on her knees. My imagination had carried me away, and I had to orient myself, like I had just woken up from a long, deep nap. Nguyet’s firm thighs were warm and perfectly shaped. I stroked her tights and reached under her skirt, where I indeed found the garter belt, the soft lacy hems, plus three inches of soft, naked, warm flesh. Charlie had watched me, and now that Nguyet’s thighs were exposed, as her skirt stayed up near her lap, his eyes got bigger and bigger, before he put one hand on Mira’s knee on her skirt. She nodded to encourage him, but somehow no one seemed to know how to proceed from here. My mouth was dry, and I could sense a sparkling tension in the air, just like before a severe thunderstorm.
Nguyet was off the hook, as she had to go to the post office. She actually got up now, after taking one more of the excellent cookies from the big round tin, and promised to be back in about 45 minutes. Charlie seemed to regret that she was leaving–or, at least, that her skirt was now covering her splendid little thighs again–and now Mira took Charlie’s hand off her knee. We could almost hear his heart sink to his boots, but she had only done it to lift up her skirt. Charlie looked mesmerized at about ten, twelve inches of gorgeous young thigh flesh. Trembling, one stalking hand came back out of nowhere, getting ever closer to Mira’s knee.
Without saying a word, Nguyet pointed at the bedroom and turned on her heels. I watched her saunter down the stairs and regretted that I would now have to go, too. Didn’t I? I found it impossible to watch Charlie’s first time–unless the two of them would invite me directly. Charlie fumbled the orange pack of condoms out of his shirt pocket and put them on the table for everyone to see. Mira looked drop-dead gorgeous, holding her skirt like a girl in a painting. Her legs were perfect: relatively long, slender, slightly muscular, and yet also feminine. She grabbed more of the fabric of her skirt with just her fingers, like she was playing a piano, exposing another two inches of her marvelous, Miraculous flesh. We could now see about four fifth of her thighs. Well, as hot and as endearing everything was, regrettingly, I got up to step out downstairs and smoke. I pointed at the open bedroom door again, and the two of them nodded. It was a sobering moment, somehow, but what was there to say or do?!
Mira seemed grateful that they were getting it on now, but I was sure they must have felt queasy as well. I took my time, subconsciously hoping one of them would invite me to stay. But no, and so I moseyed towards the stairs and then slowly down. Once Nguyet was back, we could do it again, the four of us, maybe. Or the five of us, but I didn’t know what Thuy was up to, apart from that she wanted to go home early today. Should I have offered to introduce Charlie to the intricacies of sensual acrobatics? Nonsense, Mira wasn’t a virgin anymore. She knew what to put where and when. Reaching the lobby, I made a V-sign with my fingers in front of my mouth, indicating to Thuy that I was going to smoke outside.
While I was puffing away, I imagined Charlie and Mira on the bed in the bedroom: Would she lift up her skirt fully, or would he fold it back, just like the bed spread? Well, Charlie had never seen a woman in underwear–not to mention naked–but if everything went alright, he would even fuck for the very first time in about twenty minutes. And be done in 25. As much as Mira liked giving blowjob, they might start with that, though. And then, Charlie would last a bit longer the second time. Young as he was, he wouldn’t take long to recover. Not much longer than it took to smoke a cigarette. When I went back in, I thought that he might not even be a virgin anymore. Would they holler when they were done?