“I don’t know…” Nguyet murmured. “But, sure, isn’t she at that Australian university? What’s its name?”
“RMIT… and oh, before I forget: What actually happened to the dude you met around Tet?”
“Oh, Ben… that was a nice one,” she said sarcastically. “No, I mean he was cute and all… and actually not bad in bed… but he’s still living with his wife…or ex-wife, I should say…”
“So, he just wanted an affair… I thought he was looking for a wife… bummer…” I said eventually, as I suspected that Nguyet was actually trying to find a husband.
I mean, she clearly was having enough sex, even though Charlie was gone now.
“Yeah, Huy was quite a charmer… I kinda fell for him… but I don’t wanna get entangled in this situation… he needs to separate properly from his ex, first… and so you don’t get the wrong impression: we only did it twice…” she added quietly.
I liked how she had blushed like a girl when she said that.
“Once pussy, once anal?” I laughed.
“Nonsense… Ben, you’re getting a bit obsessed with the idea, huh?”
“I was just being facetious… anyway, so Thuy has a slim dildo, huh?” I repeated dreamily, steering the conversation back to our main topic. “You never knew that?!” I asked Nguyet.
She shook her head but then warned me that Thuy had mixed experiences with anal intercourse.
“Well, who doesn’t?!” I quipped, before I assured her again that we would take it easy and really go slow. “With lots of lubrication… good things come to those who wait, you know…”
“Well, waiting won’t be enough,” Nguyet countered. “We’d need to do some stretching, I think. Anyway, I already got a bottle of lubricant yesterday… and perhaps I’ll order a small dildo online… or two…” she added.
“Do they sell those here in town?” I asked, just curious.
Nguyet didn’t know but explained that she didn’t want to be seen buying ‘sex toys’, as she put it. Apparently, she wouldn’t have been embarrassed if caught buying lubricant, though.
“I’ll have the dildos delivered here, to the show home, I think…”
“Sure, as you’re by yourself right now…”
“Not quite, Ben,” she laughed. “We got a new intern… a young lady…”
“Oh, Jesus! We just said goodbye to Charlie with the wildest orgy we ever had, and now I’m thinking of anal sex with Thuy and you, and all of a sudden, there’s a pretty trainee…”
“I didn’t say she was pretty… and that’s not what I meant… Truc is 18, Christian, and probably still a virgin…”
“So what? Did that last point deter us from anything with Charlie?!” I asked rhetorically.
In her message a few days back, Nguyet had said something along the lines of ‘enticing’ or ‘charming’, hadn’t she? I didn’t want to argue, though, as I couldn’t have proven my point right there and then, anyway.
“Yeah, but Charlie is a guy…” Nguyet contended. “Truc … I don’t know… we can’t run her into the ground like that…”
That was an odd expression but, true, Charlie had lived it all up during those three months.
“How did we… run Charlie into the ground?!”
“Well, maybe not that, but you partied pretty hard, c’mon: the incest with his aunt, the threesome with me, the foursome with Thuy and me… then the pool party and a bunch of orgies and gangbangs with Mira…”
“There was only one gangbang…” I objected. “The other time was a role-play when we had caught her shoplifting and then blackmailed her into sex…”
“Anyway, Ben: you can’t do that with an 18-year-old girl… so, keep your hands off Truc!”
‘Truc’ was pronounced ‘Chubb’, by the way, with a ‘u’-sound like in ‘cushion’.
“Anyway, how often did the four of you bang Mira that one time?” Nguyet asked suddenly.
“I believe seven… you wanna top that?” I teased her. “But that was all with his consent. And Mira’s,” I insisted. “Well, anyway: Is the new intern… hot?”
“The funny thing is that I haven’t seen her face yet, as she’s been wearing a mask since someone in her family got Covid last week… but, no, I mean, yes, she has shiny long hair, sparkling eyes, and a nice figure… although you might find her chubby…”
Chubby ‘Chubb’?
“Oh… gosh… how ‘big’ is she?”
“She has the body of a woman ten years her senior… she’s at least four inches taller than me, perhaps five. But she also weighs at least twenty-five pounds more than I do. Her breasts seem fairly large, too…”
Well, Nguyet weighed 95 pounds, perhaps. Truc 120 then… hmh, not bad. But she was 5’4″, while my long-term affair sitting across from me was barely 5 foot. Thuy was even shorter.
“Oh, c’mon, that isn’t chubby… womanly, perhaps… or wifely…” I protested on the charming stranger’s behalf. “You are quite small and ultra-slim, Nguyet… anyway, have you talked about men yet? Or sex?” I wanted to know, as I liked that kind of conversation for my post-lunch ciggie.
“Men yes, but not sex… she has a boyfriend…”
“Where’s the damsel, by the way? Having lunch?”
“No, she’s only working half-time. She alternates between mornings and afternoons… she’ll show up around 1:30. We gotta be done by then, Ben. Let’s take off…”
I paid the bill and then asked on the short way back if she had been to the bathroom yet.
Nguyet laughed: “Yes, don’t worry, I went this morning… but I still gotta wash myself back there…”
I presented her my carefully clipped fingernails, to which she nodded and said: “Ok then, we’re all set. But, Ben: today only a fingertip… or half a finger… but not the biggest one…”
After we had gotten back into the house, we locked the door, so that Truc wouldn’t surprise us. We went upstairs, where we undressed unceremoniously, before she went into the bathroom, while I watched her doing her preparations, leaning in the doorframe. As the anal planning was overshadowing everything today, we didn’t even kiss or pondered peeing onto each other. When she was done, she got shaving cream and a razor from the medicine cabinet.
“Cut the hair around my anus, will you?” she asked me in passing and then got me scissors from a drawer in the kitchen.
Nguyet’s perineum and butt crack were actually quite hairy, yes, and so she kneeled on a chair, pushing her butt towards me.
“Enter Truc now!” I laughed.
Nguyet found the thought amusing as well, but then encouraged me to clip the hair in her butt crack. When I was done, I rubbed her butthole a bit with my fingertip. I put the kettle on for some warm water, and while we were waiting, I kissed and licked her prickly anus, which smelled earthy but not bad at all. I liked the savory, hearty smell but, yes, I needed to shave her properly around her sphincter.
“But, Ben, one more thing, while we’re waiting: once you’ve been inside my butt, you can’t come inside my pussy with the same finger…”
“Ok, understood. Of course. Fair enough,” I replied eagerly and then dribbled some warm water around her anus.
I applied some shaving cream and let it soften her skin and wiry curls for a bit, before I slowly and carefully removed all hair that she had had back there for at least 15 years. Nguyet looked kinda clumsy on her knees, the way she was prying her ass cheeks apart, but it was also pretty hot. I playfully rubbed my throbbing glans on her legs and butt crack. But, yes, her anus looked much tighter and smaller than Thuy’s, and also kinda leathery. Similar to Mira’s, it formed a small crater, right down in a fairly deep hole. The way her sphincter was pulsating, though, it seemed to be greeting me, which I took as a good sign. I leaned forward and kissed her little bunny snout and then even pressed my tongue in.