I nodded, but then finally brought up Yen’s nephew’s mishap and what Yen wanted us to do about it. Nguyet had urged me to involve Mira, as she was cute, young, and adventurous and because my real estate broker friend had just ‘met someone’. Perhaps Nguyet didn’t want to get entangled in more and more sensual adventures.
“So, Miraculous, listen: Said Mrs. Yen has an 18-year-old nephew, who’s never had sex and, apparently, isn’t particularly diligent with the ladies. So, his aunt Yen wants us to help him along a bit, you know…”
“Well, doesn’t Hanh do penis massages, too?” was Mira’s first, somewhat clever idea.
“Sure… but Yen is Hanh’s god-aunt… so the young guy and Hanh might know each other or even be related. I can imagine that Yen wants her nephew to be initiated outside the immediate family. And I don’t think she wants him to get jerked off; she seems to be talking about him having real sex… but not with her god-child,” I laughed.
Mira nodded, but then asked somewhat naively, I found, what that had to do with her.
“Well, Yen thinks that her nephew could join us at the old hotel… or maybe the model home where Nguyet works…”
“Aahh, I see… well, I’m not sure if that’s the right atmosphere for such an inexperienced guy… perhaps that would be too much… I mean, we sometimes even pee together…”
Mira talked liked she had been to the biggest bashes, which wasn’t true. But, of course, she was right in some ways. I lit another cigarette, slightly disappointed that she didn’t jump at the opportunity. I guess we would have to tone our orgies down a bit if Yen’s nephew joined us; Mira was right about that. A smaller group of people would perhaps also be called for. Or just Mira and Nguyet, for the first time? But then, on the other hand, I could totally see Thuy take up the monumental task of deflowering him. Thuy was petite, warm, and motherly and had big boobs. But then, of course: We would have to meet him first and feel him out what he wanted.
“Well, I take back what I said earlier,” Mira began again. “Perhaps a large group of people would be conducive to him losing his inhibitions. He could also pick his favorite lady… and get new ideas when he’s looking around the room.”
“But we should make sure that everything is natural… that he doesn’t feel like all eyes are upon him… he might freeze as that’s too much pressure…” I contended.
“Yes, true. Or one of the ladies takes him upstairs, at the hotel, to the maid’s chamber?” Mira suggested. “You say it’s pretty cozy? I’ve never been up to the sixth floor…”
I got my phone out and looked around the café to see if the Wi-Fi password was displayed somewhere but perhaps not up here on the balcony, which seemed to be semi-private. I hollered downstairs to get the waitress, who brought fresh tea with her, before she mashed in the numbers with her nimble little fingers. I found Yen’s nephew’s Facebook page and handed Mira my phone.
“And?” I asked after I had lit another ciggie. “Can you imagine him becoming part of our debauchery?”
“Oh, I think I could,” she smiled. “He looks witty and smart… I like his glasses and his relatively long hair. No, I’d hesitate to use an 18-year-old girl as cannon-fodder, but… no, with a young guy… and everyone in our group’s really nice, anyway…” she murmured, pulling the zip of her hoodie lasciviously up and down, like she wanted to tease me.
And tease me she did. As flat as her tits were, they still gave me a hard-on. I had only seen her chest for a second or two, but they were there. Two delicate, rather flat mounds under her white, tight sweater. Now, she turned by 30 degrees and leaned backwards. Her too-large denim skirt was covering her butt like a generous lampshade, but it was stuck on the armrest on the left, so that I could see her left butt cheek bulging. Good Lord! She was still looking at my phone, like she had already fallen in love with the young lad. The memory of the smell of her ass was wafting through my consciousness, and I wanted to bury my nose in her crack… licking and sucking everything… but then I asked myself again when and how her resisting would start today. Consensual non-consent was her new favorite kink.
“You like him, don’t you?” I teased her a bit.
“Nonsense… I mean, I haven’t even met him… Charlie… sounds cool, though… but he seems a bit short…”
“He’s Vietnamese,” I reminded her. “And how tall are you, actually, Miraculous? Five-one?”
“Two,” she laughed.
“Perhaps he has a large cock to make up for not being tall…” I vicariously stood up for Charlie.
“Ben! Please…” she exclaimed, shaking her head, tsk-tsking, still looking at Charlie’s pictures on Facebook.
“What’s going through your mind?” I asked.
“Well, I’m trying to imagine how he will feel… so he’s looking at Nguyet or… what’s the other woman’s name?”
“Thuy.”
“Thuy. Or me… and then we’ll ask him if he doesn’t wanna take his clothes off? Or do we girls undress first? Geez, Nguyet’s bush is quite something… Charlie will be all eyes… and then he gets to pick a lady?”
“I don’t know; we’ll see… everything will develop naturally… I don’t think he needs to pick. You could also spoil him collectively…”
“Yeah, I guess we’ll all undress and then things will just fall into place, since everyone wants to do it anyway…”
Mira got up and went downstairs to pee. Should I just ask her to take the leggings off when she was back? The sun had come out, and it felt a bit warmer. I could also save my load for later at Hanh’s, of course, but I was already pretty horny. I knew what Mira looked and smelled like under her nondescript, plain clothes. I imagined her pissing downstairs, thought about the old wooden bench at the old hotel, on which I would lay down one day soon, so that she could sit on my face and piss, and was moving into gear.
When Mira was back, she stopped next to me, looking at my phone. I wasn’t sure if she had come over to get her butt stroked under her skirt but she sure didn’t mind. Yeah, she was wearing a kind of light jogging pants, not tights. She seemed to be panting ever so slightly, and so I traveled quite a bit under her spacious, almost knee-length skirt.
“Can’t you t-take off those l-leggings? I mean, you know what we wanna do today again…” I reminded her, trembling.
She giggled with her slightly tinny, raspy teenage-boy voice: “We? I think that’s more like your wish…” she lied. “But you’re right: It isn’t that cold…” she admitted.
Alas, she just sat down again and brought the conversation back to our young male virgin:
“Your friend, Mrs. Yen, has just found the right kind of people… Nguyet and you… I’m sure you’ll have a blast with Charlie…”
Now, she sounded like she was teasing me. I asked her if she didn’t wanna take on the job of deflowering Charlie, but she only laughed, saying ‘maybe’.
“I think it’s a bit strange…” she added.
“Hey, look, I had to wait till I was 24 before I had sex for the first time… I would have been pretty chipper if a bunch of fun people had invited me to garner sexual experience… and we aren’t gonna get him drunk or high on drugs… let’s meet and find out how we get along…”