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Chapter 76 -- Thanh's voluminous Hair bewilders Ben
Every year in late January or early February, millions of workers and students went north in Vietnam to reunite with their families over Tet, the Lunar New Year. Even though the corona crisis was only playing a relatively minor role here, the government had still encouraged universities to switch to online teaching and term-papers to stretch the period of travel, so that most of my former students were already back in town in late December.
I hadn't heard from Tina, Tuyet, or Anna, but since Khoi and Thanh had immediately contacted me, asking if we could go for coffee, I had relented. Khoi was handsome, super-intelligent, extremely eloquent, and pretty gay. He had fairly long, curly, dyed hair and talked volubly. Thanh had also been to the hairdresser but, thank God, had resisted the temptation to color her hair. She had only gotten some waves, which added to the sheer volume of her mesmerizingly long hair, which covered her chest completely.
Both of them had been my students until three-and-a-half years ago. Last year, just after the corona outbreak, we had met in a larger group, and while saying goodbye, I had praised her long, dense, beautiful hair in front of everyone. Luckily, she hadn't been embarrassed; to the contrary, she seemed to have quietly but thoroughly enjoyed my kind words. She probably knew that I had been sincere. Her mouth, which had been graced by stylish lipstick, had also looked enticing. One day, I wanted to latch onto those lips, I heard myself say in my head longingly. When praising her hair, I hadn't mentioned her mouth, though.
Thanh had always looked and behaved like a young adult, even as a child. She was quiet and conscientious, and, as the only girl of her cohort, she hadn't fallen in love with any member of the Korean boy group BTS. But she wasn't dull or dry; she had a little brother, in whose upbringing their parents had involved her early, but she carried her responsibilities with dignity. When she was sixteen, she started to work at her aunt's restaurant, which was unusual for middle-class girls in Vietnam. She wanted to 'garner experience' she told us in class once. There was no trace of recalcitrance in her soul; she was just a fine example of a successful, resentment-free upbringing, which made spending time with her extremely pleasant.
And now she was sitting next to me again, just like last February. Even though it must sound like a cliché: she was becoming more and more beautiful the older she got. She had again applied lipstick to her gorgeous mouth; it was a tad darker than last year's, which made her look older. In fact, she reminded me of an opera diva, the way she sat upright and composed. Her intelligent, warm eyes scintillated quietly behind her glasses, and I noticed how big her head was. Another nice feature were her eyebrows, which swung like an owl's feathers upward towards the hair above her temples.
As usual, Khoi was talking too much. But today it was okay, as it gave me the opportunity to admire Thanh some more, without having to carry the burden of the conversation. Like I said, her hair was falling bewilderingly down her arms and chest, which made me wonder if her bosom had grown during the last year. Eventually, I made out two nicely shaped hemispheres under her yellow knitted top. But, curiously, I couldn't make out any bra straps. The skin below her collar bones was like milk: light, soft, and smooth. She simply looked stunning.
Khoi had the rather annoying habit of answering every question, even if they hadn't been addressed at him. That had always upset me, no matter who did it. My mother used to answer for me back in the day when we were visiting relatives, which always made me wonder if she considered me a deity or dummy. Anyway, today was an exception, as it freed both Thanh and myself from the smalltalk around the table. All I had to do was come up with a question, and then Khoi would talk again, while Thanh and I could look at each other. I had never really fantasized about her, but today was different; I couldn't turn my eyes.
Of course, I asked the two of them a little about their university studies, but even here Khoi answered for Thanh after he had granted her two sentences. However, intelligent as he was, Khoi often gave a whole sociogram of the youth in Vietnam, which I could not have put together on my own. He took one person and asked if their story could be exemplary for a larger group, which made his annoying habit rather interesting in the end. When he went to the bathroom, Thanh and I briefly talked about what he did, laughed, and agreed to meet just the two of us a few days later.
We still ordered another round, though, as we couldn't tell him off or take off in anger. To meet with Thanh on another day seemed the best compromise. Not losing face was super-important here in Vietnam. And Thanh seemed to enjoy looking at me as much as I enjoyed adoring her. I pretended not bursa escort (https://www.sokkan.net/) to have noticed, though, and kept listening to Khoi, who was droning on about students and the living conditions in Saigon.
Below her yellow knitted top, Thanh was wearing a denim miniskirt, and so I took a closer look at her legs, which were neither thick nor thin. Below her neck, Thanh was average wherever I looked: she was not skinny or slim, not chubby or thick. Her waist wouldn't have pleased a wasp but it was decidedly thinner than her chest and hips. Even her height was average, perhaps 5'4''. Her body reminded me a bit of Linh, Mrs. Yen's lovely daughter. But, again: Thanh's face and hair were absolutely stunning. I couldn't turn my eyes. Hers was the timeless beauty of a female Buddha statue, with her elegantly curved lips, knowing, gentle eyes, and her wavy long hair, which almost came down to her bellybutton.
While listening to Khoi, one more episode jumped back into my memory: About three or four months ago, I had seen a photo of Thanh on Facebook. She had been wearing a thin, white sweater, in which she had just looked stunning. I had paid her a compliment, for which she clearly was grateful. Under the photo, one of her friends had posted another comment that asked where the 'sexy photos from yesterday' had been, to which Thanh replied 'On Instagram'. Of course, I created an account there immediately but only got disappointed: yes, the photos were nice, but sexy was something different in my understanding.
When we all had finished our drinks, we talked a little about the good ol' days, as this was something we all felt we had to do. Khoi promised to get the gang together for another coffee meeting with more students, while Thanh sucked her straw a bit and looked at me from behind the rim of her glass. I wondered if Khoi actually knew that he talked too much but, like I said, didn't want to discuss it, partially because Thanh didn't seem to have a problem with it. She took it with Asian placidity and aplomb, which I still lacked sometimes.
Thanh insisted on paying, and so we got up and paid at the counter near the door. Outside, where our motorcycles were parked, I took my time, as I wanted Khoi to take off first, so that Thanh and I could perhaps chat a little more. Needless to say, Khoi started a new topic, and I was thinking what I could do. I rummaged through the things under my seat, but then Thanh came over and showed me a photo of herself with another former student of mine on her phone. Khoi got the hint?or it was coincidence?and took off.
I closed the seat but wasn't in a hurry to sit down on my Honda. Thanh was still standing next to me, and so I turned towards her, feeling the urge to kiss her. Kissing in public was completely unusual in Vietnam, as was kissing former students. Since it was pretty dark, however, and since I didn't want the opportunity to touch her gently slip, I laid her hair on her shoulders with the back of my fingers. She looked at me calmly and didn't seem surprised or taken aback.
Touching her hair ever so gently wasn't crossing a line, I felt. I didn't touch her skin, and there had been a pretext to it: the compliments about her hair and her beauty in general. She knew that I found her hair bewildering, and hadn't she gone to the hairdresser so that people?men?would notice?! And tell her?! And touch it?!
"Jesus, Thanh! You are becoming more and more beautiful!" I told her quietly. "When can we see each other again?"
Finally, since her hair was now parked on her shoulders, I was able to see her heaving bosom, which seemed bigger than last year. Or, perhaps she was just wearing a bigger bra, as Vietnamese girls and women tended to do anyway. Her skin below her collarbones was silky smooth and almost white, here in the shade of the street lights. Thanh took a deep breath and said:
"Well, we could go to my house for an hour. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. My dad just likes watching TV downstairs. We could sit on the second-floor balcony ..."
My heart started to beat faster. But, sure, her proposal wasn't absurd. We could have gone for dinner, but it was a little early for that. I didn't want to eat with her parents but that wasn't what she had suggested, anyway. And we just had had enough coffee ...
"Well?" she asked me again with an impish smile. "It's not far ..."
To say 'no' here and now, I couldn't fathom. Thanh and I hadn't really talked yet, as Khoi had hijacked the conversation. Well, maybe he was just covering up his shyness, or he found that the answers that others gave were insufficient. Anyway, at least, he wasn't directly interrupting when others talked.
Anyway, I nodded, and Thanh and I got on our motorcycles. I followed her the few hundred yards and then we rolled together through the gate of their house. And, sure, her dad was sitting in the living room, watching the news on TV, as she had predicted. Her mother came out of the kitchen, and Thanh introduced us. bursa escort bayan (https://www.sokkan.net/) Her parents seemed nice, and they were probably proud of her beautiful, intelligent daughter who was doing well in college. The parents both implored me to sit down briefly, and the mother procured four cans of beer, which I was going to drink with Thanh's father quickly, before we would go up to the second floor. Thanh and I both knew that we couldn't skip that step. We clinked our glasses, after Thanh had gotten a Pepsi for herself.
Since my Vietnamese was too flimsy to hold a conversation, Thanh had to translate. Her dad asked me about my work and family, and in between, we both took sips of our beers. Thanh's naked legs were directly across from me; like any proper, good Vietnamese woman, she was holding them together, but I have to admit that I began to wish she didn't. Well, maybe upstairs. When her mother brought a plate with appetizers, some little tiff ensued, though, and my heart took a dive. Did her parents, in the end, object to me being there, or that we would go upstairs?
Oh, no, that wasn't it. Thanh's mother just wanted to cook a proper dinner for Thanh and me, which we felt was unnecessary. Obviously, I didn't want to sit here where the TV was blaring but go upstairs and smoke a ciggie on the balcony. And wait for Thanh to open her legs. In the end, Thanh got her mother to prepare another plate with fresh appetizers, which her mother was going to bring upstairs in 20 minutes.
When I had finished my second beer, we got up and went up the stairs, after her dad had handed me two more cans and some ice to enjoy with Thanh on the balcony. Her mother yelled once more that she was going to disturb us once more, which sounded like a well-intended warning. Thanh turned around when she was walking on front of me and smiled relieved. I admired her butt all the way up and was looking forward to be alone with her. Her teeth were awesome, too, as were her thigh muscles, which I watched work in the half shade of the staircase.
Upstairs, we stepped onto the balcony for five seconds but decided that there wasn't much to gain. As it was already dark, there was no view, and there would be mosquitos. So, Thanh suggested that we sit in her room, instead. She opened the door and switched on the lights, and I immediately saw a cute, brightly-colored sofa to my left. Since there was no table, I put the beer down next to her keyboard on her desk across the room. Which was alright; I loved drinking beer, but more in the company of other beer drinkers and when I could smoke, which I didn't want to do in her bedroom.
Thanh had two large bookshelves, but there was no bed. She probably unfolded the sofa every evening to sleep there. The room was small but really comfy with its warm colors. I also liked her plants, which I noticed while she was closing the curtains. She pointed at the sofa and asked me to sit down. I put one arm on the armrest, which was only about eight inches higher than the seat. All in all, I was already instantly snug as a bug in the proverbial rug, and now Thanh handed me a beer to make everything complete. After I had taken a sip, I put the glass on the armrest but held on to it.
Thanh sat down next to and turned a little towards me. I noticed again how big her head and how wide her cheekbones were. Her chin, on the other hand, was rather narrow, which made the lines of her cheeks rather sweeping and elegant. And her eyebrows were dense, without looking Greek. Her legs looked absolute delicious, and I asked myself if she had had sex yet.
"That I'm here in your room alone with you isn't a problem?"
"Why should it be? My parents know who you are ... and they also ask me all the time when I will have a boyfriend ..."
"Well, they also know that I'm not an applicant for that role ..." I contended.
"Of course not. But they know that you're a decent, respected man. And they can see that I'm attractive ..."
"How can they tell?" I was curious. "Have you told them about the compliments I've paid you?"
"No," Thanh shook her head. "But the way you look at me. I'm sure they know that you like me ... I mean, why would you come and visit our house?!"
Fine. If she said so. I was happy to be here with her, and apparently, everyone was fine with it. Since we were alone with the consent of everyone, I dared to touch her hair again, which I placed carefully on her shoulder again to see her décolleté. After we had looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, we both leaned towards each other and finally kissed. I tasted a lot of lipstick, of course, but her lips were warm and soft. We sucked each other and our tongues then danced together. She blushed, just like I did, probably, but then she reminded me that her mother was coming any moment:
"Ben, my mom's bringing the food in a minute ..."
I liked that she had said 'Ben', and not 'teacher', as most of my former students did. I took another sip of my beer, escort bursa (https://www.sokkan.net/) and when she saw the empty glass, Thanh got up and fetched me the half-empty can from her desk. Now, we could have talked about love and sex; I simply didn't want to bring up the mundane matters of college studies again. Thanh also seemed to be searching for a topic to start with. We needed to kill some time before her mother was going to show up again. Well, in the end, she chose the Covid-19 situation in Europe and the U.S.
"Well, people don't like wearing masks there, or many of the measures, so it's a constant wavering between lockdowns and loosening the restraints. There seem to be two large fractions: those thinking it's all a hoax and those who want to take everything seriously that their government says. Of course, they're feuding a lot ..."
I didn't really want to talk or think about it too much, as Vietnam had been very vigilant about the virus. Infected people were isolated and quarantined here, contacts were robustly traced, and that was it. Vietnam had also closed the borders, and everyone was certain that if there were new cases, the authorities would deal with it in a swift, appropriate manner. Obviously, in Vietnam, people didn't have a problem wearing a mask in public. I was still impressed how quick and thorough the government's and the people's responses to the pandemic had been.
While Thanh was thinking about what I had just said, I admired her legs and her skin some more, but then I had to pee. Thanh got up, went to the door and pointed across the hall. While I was relieving myself in the restroom, I could hear her talk to her mom outside, who was still there when I opened the bathroom door. Smiling, she pointed at the plate with delicious morsels that Thanh was holding.
Back inside her room, we sat down again. Since we didn't have a table, Thanh was holding the plate on her thighs. We ate quietly for a while, before she asked me about what was new at our private English Center, where we had met about seven years before. The food was great, and once in a while we looked at each other suggestively, I felt. I liked that whenever I took another piece of food, I had a good excuse to look at her knees and lap. Unfortunately, her well-developed legs were covered at the moment by the large plate.
"Can I have a sip of your beer?" she asked suddenly.
Of course, I handed her my glass, our glass, but she didn't like it when I took the plate to put in on my thighs.
"Mr. Ben, you're the guest here ..." she corrected me with a warm smile. "Could I sit down on the armrest?" she asked rhetorically and just did what she had proposed.
Her legs were now perpendicular to mine, above them. The underside of her thighs almost touched mine. Her feet were to my left, pretty much where her thighs had been a minute ago. Now, the plate was in directly front of my chest. She grinned when she looked down on me. My right hand was still holding the glass and touched the floor next to the low sofa, since I didn't want to put my arm on the armrest: my hand would inexorably have touched her butt. So, I just ate with my left hand, which was fine, as her mother had only prepared finger food.
Thanh's idea to sit on the armrest was awesome, though, since we were now seated really close without any embarrassment. Ostensibly, it had been about where to put the plate, but I was sure there was more. At some point, when I felt needles and pins in my right arm, I lifted it up and put in on the armrest, where it barely fit between the wall behind me and her firm thigh. Now, my fingertips were silently touching the denim of her skirt.
Sitting the way we were didn't leave either of us cold. My dick started to pump gingerly in my pants, when she asked me again about the corona thing. So, I halfheartedly summarized the development of the last 12 months in Europe and the U.S., while I couldn't turn my eyes off her legs and arms, which I then began to caress tenderly. When she smiled at me, I believed I detected some gratefulness in her face.
"Wait a second! Hold the plate!" she exclaimed and got up.
Then she went to the corner of the room where her wardrobe was, pulled the spaghetti straps of her top down over her arms, reached inside, and removed a dark-green bra, which she then tossed inside the wardrobe, after she had pulled up her straps again. Before she sat down on the armrest, however, she pressed the button in the doorknob. Wow!
"Well, now I feel better," she sighed gratefully when she had positioned herself again perpendicular above me, cleverly glossing over the fact that she had just locked the door.
I didn't know which of the two?the bra or the door, or both?made her feel better. I just liked knowing that her breasts were naked under the thick, knitted top, and then she explained herself:
"If I'm wearing this top here, with the thin straps, I can't wear a regular bra. I need to wear the one with the metal cord at the bottom ..." she giggled. "Which hurts after a while ..."
"Yeah, beauty knows no pain," I only said laconically, suppressing the urge to comment on her development as a woman, which certainly was still continuing as we spoke.
Every year in late January or early February, millions of workers and students went north in Vietnam to reunite with their families over Tet, the Lunar New Year. Even though the corona crisis was only playing a relatively minor role here, the government had still encouraged universities to switch to online teaching and term-papers to stretch the period of travel, so that most of my former students were already back in town in late December.
I hadn't heard from Tina, Tuyet, or Anna, but since Khoi and Thanh had immediately contacted me, asking if we could go for coffee, I had relented. Khoi was handsome, super-intelligent, extremely eloquent, and pretty gay. He had fairly long, curly, dyed hair and talked volubly. Thanh had also been to the hairdresser but, thank God, had resisted the temptation to color her hair. She had only gotten some waves, which added to the sheer volume of her mesmerizingly long hair, which covered her chest completely.
Both of them had been my students until three-and-a-half years ago. Last year, just after the corona outbreak, we had met in a larger group, and while saying goodbye, I had praised her long, dense, beautiful hair in front of everyone. Luckily, she hadn't been embarrassed; to the contrary, she seemed to have quietly but thoroughly enjoyed my kind words. She probably knew that I had been sincere. Her mouth, which had been graced by stylish lipstick, had also looked enticing. One day, I wanted to latch onto those lips, I heard myself say in my head longingly. When praising her hair, I hadn't mentioned her mouth, though.
Thanh had always looked and behaved like a young adult, even as a child. She was quiet and conscientious, and, as the only girl of her cohort, she hadn't fallen in love with any member of the Korean boy group BTS. But she wasn't dull or dry; she had a little brother, in whose upbringing their parents had involved her early, but she carried her responsibilities with dignity. When she was sixteen, she started to work at her aunt's restaurant, which was unusual for middle-class girls in Vietnam. She wanted to 'garner experience' she told us in class once. There was no trace of recalcitrance in her soul; she was just a fine example of a successful, resentment-free upbringing, which made spending time with her extremely pleasant.
And now she was sitting next to me again, just like last February. Even though it must sound like a cliché: she was becoming more and more beautiful the older she got. She had again applied lipstick to her gorgeous mouth; it was a tad darker than last year's, which made her look older. In fact, she reminded me of an opera diva, the way she sat upright and composed. Her intelligent, warm eyes scintillated quietly behind her glasses, and I noticed how big her head was. Another nice feature were her eyebrows, which swung like an owl's feathers upward towards the hair above her temples.
As usual, Khoi was talking too much. But today it was okay, as it gave me the opportunity to admire Thanh some more, without having to carry the burden of the conversation. Like I said, her hair was falling bewilderingly down her arms and chest, which made me wonder if her bosom had grown during the last year. Eventually, I made out two nicely shaped hemispheres under her yellow knitted top. But, curiously, I couldn't make out any bra straps. The skin below her collar bones was like milk: light, soft, and smooth. She simply looked stunning.
Khoi had the rather annoying habit of answering every question, even if they hadn't been addressed at him. That had always upset me, no matter who did it. My mother used to answer for me back in the day when we were visiting relatives, which always made me wonder if she considered me a deity or dummy. Anyway, today was an exception, as it freed both Thanh and myself from the smalltalk around the table. All I had to do was come up with a question, and then Khoi would talk again, while Thanh and I could look at each other. I had never really fantasized about her, but today was different; I couldn't turn my eyes.
Of course, I asked the two of them a little about their university studies, but even here Khoi answered for Thanh after he had granted her two sentences. However, intelligent as he was, Khoi often gave a whole sociogram of the youth in Vietnam, which I could not have put together on my own. He took one person and asked if their story could be exemplary for a larger group, which made his annoying habit rather interesting in the end. When he went to the bathroom, Thanh and I briefly talked about what he did, laughed, and agreed to meet just the two of us a few days later.
We still ordered another round, though, as we couldn't tell him off or take off in anger. To meet with Thanh on another day seemed the best compromise. Not losing face was super-important here in Vietnam. And Thanh seemed to enjoy looking at me as much as I enjoyed adoring her. I pretended not bursa escort (https://www.sokkan.net/) to have noticed, though, and kept listening to Khoi, who was droning on about students and the living conditions in Saigon.
Below her yellow knitted top, Thanh was wearing a denim miniskirt, and so I took a closer look at her legs, which were neither thick nor thin. Below her neck, Thanh was average wherever I looked: she was not skinny or slim, not chubby or thick. Her waist wouldn't have pleased a wasp but it was decidedly thinner than her chest and hips. Even her height was average, perhaps 5'4''. Her body reminded me a bit of Linh, Mrs. Yen's lovely daughter. But, again: Thanh's face and hair were absolutely stunning. I couldn't turn my eyes. Hers was the timeless beauty of a female Buddha statue, with her elegantly curved lips, knowing, gentle eyes, and her wavy long hair, which almost came down to her bellybutton.
While listening to Khoi, one more episode jumped back into my memory: About three or four months ago, I had seen a photo of Thanh on Facebook. She had been wearing a thin, white sweater, in which she had just looked stunning. I had paid her a compliment, for which she clearly was grateful. Under the photo, one of her friends had posted another comment that asked where the 'sexy photos from yesterday' had been, to which Thanh replied 'On Instagram'. Of course, I created an account there immediately but only got disappointed: yes, the photos were nice, but sexy was something different in my understanding.
When we all had finished our drinks, we talked a little about the good ol' days, as this was something we all felt we had to do. Khoi promised to get the gang together for another coffee meeting with more students, while Thanh sucked her straw a bit and looked at me from behind the rim of her glass. I wondered if Khoi actually knew that he talked too much but, like I said, didn't want to discuss it, partially because Thanh didn't seem to have a problem with it. She took it with Asian placidity and aplomb, which I still lacked sometimes.
Thanh insisted on paying, and so we got up and paid at the counter near the door. Outside, where our motorcycles were parked, I took my time, as I wanted Khoi to take off first, so that Thanh and I could perhaps chat a little more. Needless to say, Khoi started a new topic, and I was thinking what I could do. I rummaged through the things under my seat, but then Thanh came over and showed me a photo of herself with another former student of mine on her phone. Khoi got the hint?or it was coincidence?and took off.
I closed the seat but wasn't in a hurry to sit down on my Honda. Thanh was still standing next to me, and so I turned towards her, feeling the urge to kiss her. Kissing in public was completely unusual in Vietnam, as was kissing former students. Since it was pretty dark, however, and since I didn't want the opportunity to touch her gently slip, I laid her hair on her shoulders with the back of my fingers. She looked at me calmly and didn't seem surprised or taken aback.
Touching her hair ever so gently wasn't crossing a line, I felt. I didn't touch her skin, and there had been a pretext to it: the compliments about her hair and her beauty in general. She knew that I found her hair bewildering, and hadn't she gone to the hairdresser so that people?men?would notice?! And tell her?! And touch it?!
"Jesus, Thanh! You are becoming more and more beautiful!" I told her quietly. "When can we see each other again?"
Finally, since her hair was now parked on her shoulders, I was able to see her heaving bosom, which seemed bigger than last year. Or, perhaps she was just wearing a bigger bra, as Vietnamese girls and women tended to do anyway. Her skin below her collarbones was silky smooth and almost white, here in the shade of the street lights. Thanh took a deep breath and said:
"Well, we could go to my house for an hour. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. My dad just likes watching TV downstairs. We could sit on the second-floor balcony ..."
My heart started to beat faster. But, sure, her proposal wasn't absurd. We could have gone for dinner, but it was a little early for that. I didn't want to eat with her parents but that wasn't what she had suggested, anyway. And we just had had enough coffee ...
"Well?" she asked me again with an impish smile. "It's not far ..."
To say 'no' here and now, I couldn't fathom. Thanh and I hadn't really talked yet, as Khoi had hijacked the conversation. Well, maybe he was just covering up his shyness, or he found that the answers that others gave were insufficient. Anyway, at least, he wasn't directly interrupting when others talked.
Anyway, I nodded, and Thanh and I got on our motorcycles. I followed her the few hundred yards and then we rolled together through the gate of their house. And, sure, her dad was sitting in the living room, watching the news on TV, as she had predicted. Her mother came out of the kitchen, and Thanh introduced us. bursa escort bayan (https://www.sokkan.net/) Her parents seemed nice, and they were probably proud of her beautiful, intelligent daughter who was doing well in college. The parents both implored me to sit down briefly, and the mother procured four cans of beer, which I was going to drink with Thanh's father quickly, before we would go up to the second floor. Thanh and I both knew that we couldn't skip that step. We clinked our glasses, after Thanh had gotten a Pepsi for herself.
Since my Vietnamese was too flimsy to hold a conversation, Thanh had to translate. Her dad asked me about my work and family, and in between, we both took sips of our beers. Thanh's naked legs were directly across from me; like any proper, good Vietnamese woman, she was holding them together, but I have to admit that I began to wish she didn't. Well, maybe upstairs. When her mother brought a plate with appetizers, some little tiff ensued, though, and my heart took a dive. Did her parents, in the end, object to me being there, or that we would go upstairs?
Oh, no, that wasn't it. Thanh's mother just wanted to cook a proper dinner for Thanh and me, which we felt was unnecessary. Obviously, I didn't want to sit here where the TV was blaring but go upstairs and smoke a ciggie on the balcony. And wait for Thanh to open her legs. In the end, Thanh got her mother to prepare another plate with fresh appetizers, which her mother was going to bring upstairs in 20 minutes.
When I had finished my second beer, we got up and went up the stairs, after her dad had handed me two more cans and some ice to enjoy with Thanh on the balcony. Her mother yelled once more that she was going to disturb us once more, which sounded like a well-intended warning. Thanh turned around when she was walking on front of me and smiled relieved. I admired her butt all the way up and was looking forward to be alone with her. Her teeth were awesome, too, as were her thigh muscles, which I watched work in the half shade of the staircase.
Upstairs, we stepped onto the balcony for five seconds but decided that there wasn't much to gain. As it was already dark, there was no view, and there would be mosquitos. So, Thanh suggested that we sit in her room, instead. She opened the door and switched on the lights, and I immediately saw a cute, brightly-colored sofa to my left. Since there was no table, I put the beer down next to her keyboard on her desk across the room. Which was alright; I loved drinking beer, but more in the company of other beer drinkers and when I could smoke, which I didn't want to do in her bedroom.
Thanh had two large bookshelves, but there was no bed. She probably unfolded the sofa every evening to sleep there. The room was small but really comfy with its warm colors. I also liked her plants, which I noticed while she was closing the curtains. She pointed at the sofa and asked me to sit down. I put one arm on the armrest, which was only about eight inches higher than the seat. All in all, I was already instantly snug as a bug in the proverbial rug, and now Thanh handed me a beer to make everything complete. After I had taken a sip, I put the glass on the armrest but held on to it.
Thanh sat down next to and turned a little towards me. I noticed again how big her head and how wide her cheekbones were. Her chin, on the other hand, was rather narrow, which made the lines of her cheeks rather sweeping and elegant. And her eyebrows were dense, without looking Greek. Her legs looked absolute delicious, and I asked myself if she had had sex yet.
"That I'm here in your room alone with you isn't a problem?"
"Why should it be? My parents know who you are ... and they also ask me all the time when I will have a boyfriend ..."
"Well, they also know that I'm not an applicant for that role ..." I contended.
"Of course not. But they know that you're a decent, respected man. And they can see that I'm attractive ..."
"How can they tell?" I was curious. "Have you told them about the compliments I've paid you?"
"No," Thanh shook her head. "But the way you look at me. I'm sure they know that you like me ... I mean, why would you come and visit our house?!"
Fine. If she said so. I was happy to be here with her, and apparently, everyone was fine with it. Since we were alone with the consent of everyone, I dared to touch her hair again, which I placed carefully on her shoulder again to see her décolleté. After we had looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, we both leaned towards each other and finally kissed. I tasted a lot of lipstick, of course, but her lips were warm and soft. We sucked each other and our tongues then danced together. She blushed, just like I did, probably, but then she reminded me that her mother was coming any moment:
"Ben, my mom's bringing the food in a minute ..."
I liked that she had said 'Ben', and not 'teacher', as most of my former students did. I took another sip of my beer, escort bursa (https://www.sokkan.net/) and when she saw the empty glass, Thanh got up and fetched me the half-empty can from her desk. Now, we could have talked about love and sex; I simply didn't want to bring up the mundane matters of college studies again. Thanh also seemed to be searching for a topic to start with. We needed to kill some time before her mother was going to show up again. Well, in the end, she chose the Covid-19 situation in Europe and the U.S.
"Well, people don't like wearing masks there, or many of the measures, so it's a constant wavering between lockdowns and loosening the restraints. There seem to be two large fractions: those thinking it's all a hoax and those who want to take everything seriously that their government says. Of course, they're feuding a lot ..."
I didn't really want to talk or think about it too much, as Vietnam had been very vigilant about the virus. Infected people were isolated and quarantined here, contacts were robustly traced, and that was it. Vietnam had also closed the borders, and everyone was certain that if there were new cases, the authorities would deal with it in a swift, appropriate manner. Obviously, in Vietnam, people didn't have a problem wearing a mask in public. I was still impressed how quick and thorough the government's and the people's responses to the pandemic had been.
While Thanh was thinking about what I had just said, I admired her legs and her skin some more, but then I had to pee. Thanh got up, went to the door and pointed across the hall. While I was relieving myself in the restroom, I could hear her talk to her mom outside, who was still there when I opened the bathroom door. Smiling, she pointed at the plate with delicious morsels that Thanh was holding.
Back inside her room, we sat down again. Since we didn't have a table, Thanh was holding the plate on her thighs. We ate quietly for a while, before she asked me about what was new at our private English Center, where we had met about seven years before. The food was great, and once in a while we looked at each other suggestively, I felt. I liked that whenever I took another piece of food, I had a good excuse to look at her knees and lap. Unfortunately, her well-developed legs were covered at the moment by the large plate.
"Can I have a sip of your beer?" she asked suddenly.
Of course, I handed her my glass, our glass, but she didn't like it when I took the plate to put in on my thighs.
"Mr. Ben, you're the guest here ..." she corrected me with a warm smile. "Could I sit down on the armrest?" she asked rhetorically and just did what she had proposed.
Her legs were now perpendicular to mine, above them. The underside of her thighs almost touched mine. Her feet were to my left, pretty much where her thighs had been a minute ago. Now, the plate was in directly front of my chest. She grinned when she looked down on me. My right hand was still holding the glass and touched the floor next to the low sofa, since I didn't want to put my arm on the armrest: my hand would inexorably have touched her butt. So, I just ate with my left hand, which was fine, as her mother had only prepared finger food.
Thanh's idea to sit on the armrest was awesome, though, since we were now seated really close without any embarrassment. Ostensibly, it had been about where to put the plate, but I was sure there was more. At some point, when I felt needles and pins in my right arm, I lifted it up and put in on the armrest, where it barely fit between the wall behind me and her firm thigh. Now, my fingertips were silently touching the denim of her skirt.
Sitting the way we were didn't leave either of us cold. My dick started to pump gingerly in my pants, when she asked me again about the corona thing. So, I halfheartedly summarized the development of the last 12 months in Europe and the U.S., while I couldn't turn my eyes off her legs and arms, which I then began to caress tenderly. When she smiled at me, I believed I detected some gratefulness in her face.
"Wait a second! Hold the plate!" she exclaimed and got up.
Then she went to the corner of the room where her wardrobe was, pulled the spaghetti straps of her top down over her arms, reached inside, and removed a dark-green bra, which she then tossed inside the wardrobe, after she had pulled up her straps again. Before she sat down on the armrest, however, she pressed the button in the doorknob. Wow!
"Well, now I feel better," she sighed gratefully when she had positioned herself again perpendicular above me, cleverly glossing over the fact that she had just locked the door.
I didn't know which of the two?the bra or the door, or both?made her feel better. I just liked knowing that her breasts were naked under the thick, knitted top, and then she explained herself:
"If I'm wearing this top here, with the thin straps, I can't wear a regular bra. I need to wear the one with the metal cord at the bottom ..." she giggled. "Which hurts after a while ..."
"Yeah, beauty knows no pain," I only said laconically, suppressing the urge to comment on her development as a woman, which certainly was still continuing as we spoke.