It was 1:20am, and the only person asleep in the darkened room was Rileyâ€"his earplugs stringing along some generic rap song. Huey and Ming could hear each other twist and turn in their beds or make-shift, knowing full-well they were both sleepless.
"Huey…..Huey," Ming whispered.
'"What?" Huey asked, trying to get himself to fall asleep.
"I can't sleep," She announced, this time she didn't whisper and Riley couldn't hear anything with his earphones. Huey rolled on his back and sighed, "I can't either, I want to do something right nowâ€"too much energy." Ming smiled and looked over in the general direction she supposed he was laying at in the dark, then tapping her fingers on the wall lightlyâ€"getting Huey to look over at where the sound was being made.
"I got an idea; Huey sleep with me," Ming suggested, knowing he'd reject but simply doing it to entertain herself.
"Both you and I know the answer to that, no condoms, no planning, not happening," Huey shot before Ming cut him off from continuing, "No, no! I mean just sleeping together, no sex," Ming assured, to which Huey thought about it for a moment before rejecting.
"Sounds like a hassle, don't worry about it," Huey exclaimed.
"Oh cut me a break," Ming said as Huey could hear her sheets loudly flip around as Ming held the sheets wide-open for Huey to crawl into, even though he couldn't see it he sensed where she was. "You know it is not a hassle for me, I'm waiting for you, lover."
"And if Granddad catches up sleeping together?" Huey asked.
"He will say: '_Brothah protecting sistah in sleep'_, he won't think of sex," Ming assured, eagerly waiting for a reply as a couple seconds of dead silence passed. She knew he was considering it, and she knew that 'demon' he spoke of earlier was telling him 'yes, do it!'
"….Shit, well why not," Huey announced, to the glee of Ming who quickly scooted over to the edge of the bed. Huey felt around the bed and touched Ming, she was so close to the edge. "You rolled in the wrong direction, scoot to the wall, not the edge," Huey said, trying to push her but to no avail, "Nah ah, I want YOU on the wall side of the bed, so you're in-between the wall and me."
"Why?" Huey asked.
"So you fill comfy and not worry about falling off, you're my guest," Ming assured as she grabbed his hand and pulled him over her. Huey shook it off and crawled over the body, lying on the other side of the bed. Ming quickly turned towards him on her left, anticipating much of the sensual feelings to fly. Being close in proximity, she could slightly make out the features of his face and vica-versa. She scooted towards him, now being a mere inch or two apart.
"Oh, before we continue I must ask; we can kiss right? Kissing isn't off limits just sex, correct?" Ming asked, feeling Huey's face so close to her own, their noses brushing against each other. "Yeah, you can," Huey said, moving his arms to his head to rest.
Ming moved her head and rested her lips for a brief moment on Huey's, then she quickly swiped her tongue against its puffy full dynamic. "Your fat lips fascinate me, Huey," Ming said, whispering it like the melody of a song. After a few seconds she felt his mysterious tongue randomly lick around her eyes, for a brief momentâ€"the slimy tool made a few saliva circles around her eyelids.
"Hey, what was that!" She laughed.
"Your Asiatic eyelids fascinate me too," He said, receiving a playful slap on his shoulder. Huey then shuffled himself in the bed but his hands brushed against her legs for a brief momentâ€"then realizing something. "Ming…." He said, rubbing his hands against her thighs and then moving them along her sides and stomach, feeling no clothing, "Where are your clothes?"
"I think the weather is perfect for naked sleeping, your basketball shorts and t-shirt annoy me," Ming quipped, Huey gulped upon realization that she was pushing her bare legs against him. He felt her arms snake around his body as she slowly applied pressure and glued herself to him. He could feel something wet rub against his thighs and crotch, sticking through his thin shorts and cover his skin.
"There's something wet brushing against me," Huey noted, which aroused some giggles from Ming.
"It's my…..uh…. chibai," Ming said, knowing Huey likely couldn't see her blush through this darkness, "I do not know how to say it in English, I heard it once." Huey chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Ming, returning the comfort her hugging was giving to him.
"Perhaps you're thinking of pussy, that's usually what we call it," Huey said, hearing Ming let lose an 'eh' and snuggle into him. "Pussy isn't a direct translation of the word, but it's fine since I know what that means anywaysâ€"the word I'm looking for I remember is something like the word 'cum', but it's not 'cum'."
"Cunt?" Huey asked.
"CUNT! That's i-," Huey quickly cupped Ming's mouth, having been startled by her sudden outburst. He could hear Riley shuffle in his bed briefly before silence filled the room. Huey looked over at the doorway, highlighted by the slither of light which shined around its edges. They didn't turn off the hallway lights usually, and sometimes Mr. Freeman would walk by. After waiting for a second more he felt a ticklish slimy feeling on his hand, he quickly withdrew it from Ming's face as he realized she was licking him.
"You're so dirty," Huey commented, wiping the spit from his hand on the pillow.
"Why did you do that?" Ming asked.
"Cunt is the second worst word in the English language, don't wanna catch Granddad coming around the corner and hearing that being shouted by some Chinese girl," Huey said, feeling his eyes suddenly tire from this darkness. She then moved her hands from his back to his lower posterior, fiddling with his shorts. "What's the 1st worst then?"
"Nigger, of course," Huey said, followed with an annoyed sigh, "And yes, I know we say it all the time, I'm not excusing ignorant assholes in my community." Ming groaned in his chest, reaching down and pulled the covers above their shoulders. She noticed Huey squirming around and the sounds of scratching come from down in the covers.
"You get itchy a lot?" Ming asked.
"All the time, especially when I'm going to bed," Huey complained.
"I do too, but I wipe my body down with lotion before going to bed, works very good," Ming said, reaching over the side of the bed to search for her lotion. "What are you doing?" Huey asked, hearing her feel around for her lotion. "I'm going to rub you down with lotion of course."
"Really?" Huey asked, "A black body is delicate, you can't just rub any kind of lotion on me."
"I will not rub any of it until you take off your clothes," Ming announced, "Don't worry since I can not see you." A moment of silence passed between then before Ming heard Huey shuffle around with his shirt, tossing near her head and on the floor. She smiled as she pushed the covers off of them and sat on her knees, feeling around for where Huey was.
"Lay on your back," Ming commanded, grabbing his clothes and throwing them to the side. "I want to get all the 'goodie' spots." She could hear him pause for a second, followed by him continuing to position his naked self on his back.
"Don't get any ideas just because I can't see you, I'll stop you if it gets suspicious," Huey forewarned, trying not think about anything provocative.
"I do not understand you, we sleep naked but cannot please each other?" Ming asked, irritably as she placed a hand on where she thought his chest would be, immediately arousing Huey despite his efforts. "It's not so much pleasure I'm worried about, God knows where my fluids might accidentally goâ€"you get it all over your hand and then finger yourself? Heh, not happening…"
"I would not make myself pregnant on purpose," Ming said, squirting the lotion on her hand and rubbing it on her palms. "Nobody said anything about it being on purpose, you could forget."
"I find it very arousing that we speak of this," Ming smiled, slowly lowering her hands to his chest.
"I'm growing more suspicious that we shouldn't be doing this," Huey groaned, causing Ming to stop. The Chinese girl groaned before folding her arms, "And what does that mean?"
"Despite being fond of each other, its Night one, and I'm _already_ sleeping with you," Huey explained, causing even more discomfort, "I find you fascinating, but I don't believe we're in a technical relationship."
"That can change, when you feel like itâ€"I wait for you," Ming said, a little stubbornly as she unfolded her arms and slowly lowered her cold hands on his body. Huey shivered at the temperature of the lotion and then at the touch of her hands as she made circular motions on his stomach.
"Shit, that's cold," Huey shivered at her hands maneuvered around his chest and rub swiftly on his arms. Ming was exciting herself more than for Huey as she explored the body of a boy, especially a well-fit one. She was a little disappointed the lights were off, otherwise she could've examined a black's body no lessâ€"usually a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Their voices were mute as they awkwardly observed the squishy noises of the creamy lotion colliding with her hands and his thick body. Ming felt out of her body as she rubbed the lotion on his arm, her hands squeezing on his muscles.
"You feel so thick," Huey heard her say, her hands continuously squeezed his arm before making squeezing like gestures on his chest, "I feel so…American."
"You can't massage people in China?" Huey questioned, feeling her hands go suspiciously to his stomach.
"A girl like me, no," Ming kneeled over and blew a little on his face, causing Huey discomfort as her hands slid lower and poked at his belly button.
"And what's a girl like you, Ming?" Huey asked, slowly putting his hands on her ownâ€"giving a warning. Ming seemed to deny his warning and made tiny little scratching motions with her fingers on his delicate skinâ€"tickling himâ€"before sliding lower to the bridges of his underwear. The fabric had startled the girl, she had believed he had taken off all of his clothes, but Huey forcefully removed her hands, quickly bending upwards.
"You've crossed the line," Huey announced, taking the bottled lotion and tossing it carelessly on the floor. Ming was quick to object, but was always stunned by his speed in making such decisionsâ€"it often escaped her.
"Huey, don't," Ming warned quietly, she couldn't bring herself to be that surprised by her own actions that she suspected she shouldn't have done. Huey didn't reply and merely maneuvered himself under the covers, "That's your first warning, you do something tonight and I'm sleeping in the Living room."
"Fine then, jerk!" Ming angrily spat at him, snatching the sheets over her and scooting away from Huey as he had done to her. Huey cocked an eyebrow at her suspicious bi-polar like response, she couldn't be _that_ pissed off, _that_ fast. He questioned if he should just give himself up and resume conversation, or just go to bed and leave it at that.
Ming was rather angry with Huey, but all she could really do is think about how much she kept messing up. Huey seemed disappointed with her, which sharply contrasted with how she imagined Huey to be when she stared at the photograph of him. He was demanding all these things from her, yet claimed to be understanding of her background.
'_He's pissed with me everywhere, the Ice Cream place, the dinner table, training with kickball…..why won't he submit?'_
Ming finished her shuffling in the bed and tried to fall asleep but Huey's reaction kept bothering her, simultaneously her thighs squeezed together at the tingling feeling of being in the same bed. Ming exhaled in defeat before rolling over once more, pointing her head in the presumed direction of Huey.
"Why do you anger yourself at me?" Ming whispered, hearing Huey immediately groan afterwards.
"Because I have a set of principles, and I'm not going to drop my pants just because you're here," Huey explained, not helping Ming's predicament.
"But you dropped your kisses, and you touched me, what did that mean?" Ming questioned, frustrated by the mixed signals. Huey rolled his eyes, "It was to make a point about how you're playing with the locked up drive of a radical black male, like me." Ming didn't understand the comment and Huey deduced that by her obvious pondering on the statement.
"Look, I wasn't trying to make you like meâ€"calling you a hoe and molesting you was to bother you," Huey said, guiltily as he rolled his head over a bit, "You're here to train to be a better kickball player and live in this country for some months, not to flirt with me."
"Don't talk like my grandfather!" Ming sprung, stunned by his stale comment.
"I'm only doing what I'm supposed to do," Huey reminded her.
"Forgot him, I'm in America and here you can do whatever you want," Ming argued, but she began to shiver angrily as Huey chuckled, "We may have freedom of mind, but you can't just do whatever you want, and America isn't that unique."
"What do you mean?" Ming asked, sourly.
"You'll find these same freedoms in places like Europe, or upstairs in Canadaâ€"the freedom shit made sense for white people back in the seventeen-hundreds, not now," Huey said, imagining a proud Malcolm X standing beside the bed, "You've been suppressed so badly if you think that this modern Western system is freedom, its freedom for the fuckersâ€"not people like you or me."
Ming blinked before lowering her eyelids in disappointed, she was understanding what Huey was saying although that didn't seem to change her overall opinion. She was starting to understand why Americaâ€"and its affiliates-weren't some '_do what we want'_ nation for everyone.
"The problem is you Asians come here with all your backwards thinking and submit to anything Western, you don't understand Blacks and Whites as well as you think," Huey scowled, getting up in his bed and focusing his voice towards Ming, "Your scumbag grandfather sent you here to be trained by a Westerner, not so you can suck the dick of the Star Spangled Banner."
"While that may be true," Ming found herself muttering, "I'm not trying to be like everyone else Huey, I don't want to return to China."
"And what can I do about that?" Huey asked, "Beijing will start a fucking war to make sure their people return back safely."
"If you understand us so much, the least you can do is to stop acting like one of those bastards in Beijing!" Ming shouted at him, feeling her heart pound rapidly at these revelations, "I came here to be free, to be with a boy I fantasized about for a year! Is this too much for you?"
"You want to be with me, why?" Huey asked.
"You appeal to me, I love your courageousness and who you are….._physically_," Ming blushed, trying to avoid stating the obvious at such an awkward time, but Huey could see right through it.
"…..Oh I see, you like a _Black_ kid, don't you?" Huey asked, much to the distress of Ming. Suddenly she realized her issue, it hadn't hit her until now, she's in a bed with a _black _boy while disobeying her grandfather's orders to train.
"Yeah, I bet I can imagine what you're thinking," Huey said, holding himself up with his elbow and reaching his other hand over. Ming jumped at the feel of his hand slide on her shoulder and cupped her neck, her body couldn't stop shaking.
"You're disobeying your Asian thinking, what's wrong with youâ€"could you imagine if your grandfather or your parents found out that you had thrown yourself at a black?" Huey cruelly teased, his hand softly rubbed against her cheek and felt around her eyesâ€"they were becoming wet.
"They'll beat you, and then take away any inch of freedom you ever had," Huey reminded her, before smirking, "You're disgracing your people, I'm just some criminal and you're just another sucker."
"H-Huey, I didn't know yo-,"
"I do, it doesn't take a genius to see how the East Asians treat Blacksâ€"let alone each otherâ€"and I don't expect much from what I heard," Huey said before scooting closer to the stationed Ming, "Now, do you really want to do these things with me?"
Ming heard his question, and didn't even consider the idea of being with Huey but considered the consequences from her elders. He was correct, the Chinese don't understand Black people at all and would surely shun anyone who associated themselves with Westernersâ€"especially Blacks. Liking anyone of African descent was a youth thing, and detested by the elders. If she were to attempt an ever-lasting relationship with Huey , she would have to make adjustments to criticism.
"Huey…..I love you, and I always will love your skin," Ming explained, taking her hand and gripping his cheek. She felt like she was touching by the night itself, the room remained so incredibly dark.
"Those stares we got from naïve Asians and stupid Blacks, that's just the beginning," Huey warned, feeling odd about her statement. Ming shook her head and crawled over the bed, placing her knee's right next to his stomach.
"Fuck those people, as Chinese, we are known for not giving upâ€"and I will not give up loving you and my ambition to be American," Ming swore, putting his hand on her heart. Immediately as she did so, Huey felt a wave of emotionsâ€"primarily of guilt. Who was he to try and scare her from breaking away from her Communist slave life, isn't it like the Panthers to help anyone in need?
"Ming….I'm not sure about this," Huey said, but she ignored him and dug herself under the covers beside him. "We're in America, let's just do what both our hearts wantâ€"every race is bad besides us." Huey could tell she returned in the flirting mode again, thus satisfied with Huey's preaching and realizing she had to overcome it, but he was stumped by the last part.
"Us two? Blacks and Asians?" Huey questioned, feeling her right arm pull his head down to the bed and wrap around his hair, she leaned her face into his, "No, not themâ€"just Ming and Huey….."
Ming pushed her lips in his full ones and reunited their feelings from earlier, Huey uncomfortably took it but was seduced into a different feeling as he unknowingly slid his own tongue in her mouth. He thought he was just taking the kiss, but he couldn't subconsciously help himself, whereas Ming was literally crying with joy.
All those instances of racism, national bias, and culture Huey addressed she seemed to break out of as she enthusiastically shared her lips and tongue with him. Their mouths danced as they rubbed each other's backsâ€"Ming careful to avoid restricted areasâ€"with Ming's hair flung around Huey's body. Huey held her tight, fighting his urges to break off and allowed his delinquency in lust and love resume actions.
Eventually, they both fell asleep, Huey first because he was used to following asleep when he wanted. Ming last as she waited for 3:00am to hit, her arms wrapped around Huey like his was, but considerately for his slumber. As her eyes became heavier she made sure her quick repositioning didn't bother Huey before going to sleep, she felt astonishingly protective of him.
It was the first time she had a boy in the same bed, and the first time she was united with someone she actually wanted to be united with. She felt like an ambassador for all the suppressed girls from her homeland, as she enjoyed the luxury of being locked in love. But more importantly, her protectiveness over him stemmed from the fear that anything could take him awayâ€"she reminded herself that she would fight like hell to defy her Grandfather.
Huey was her future.
-The Next Morningâ€"
It was a bright Sunday morning and Riley had woken up at 9:00am as Granddad had gone off to Church. Riley made an excuse as to why he couldn't come and Huey had long ago professed his Agnostic views so he was exempt from Church.
Ming was sound asleepâ€"along with Hueyâ€"but it was way past her wake-up time back in China. Despite waking up occasionally, Huey was a constant reminder that she could do what she wanted, and enjoyed a rare experience of sleeping in. Although in a semi-deep sleep, she could feel the morning of America blast on her and her lover.
She kept her eyes closed as she analyzed the sounds, the lack of noises that would usually arise from the loud overworking Chinese neighbors, the well-known birds chirping were replaced with weird new ones who seemed a lot more excited than the Eastern birds. They sounded like they were communicating, and flying by the window every now and then. There was a faint sound of an airplane, and a car or two passing by.
Her arms were still wrapped around Huey's body as her eyes flung open, her first image of the boy exciting her immediately. Although she slept only an hour or two more than she would've in China, she arose from the bed with the covers falling off her back. She clasped her arms together and flung them upwards before stretching back in a yoga position, her legs suggestively on either side of Huey's body as she had done so.
Huey slowly awoke from his slumber, and the first thing he saw quickly made him do a double-take before comprehending the situation.
"Okay…..so I wake up and the first thing I see is a naked girl stretching her chest towards me," Huey announced, looking to the side.
"Hmm?" Ming groaned, twisting her arms to stretch out before realizing what he said. She reacted with some giggles, not even bothering to quickly cover herself upâ€"it simply didn't occur to her.
"Ah yes, good morning sleep-boy," Ming smiled as she stood up on her feet and jumped off the bed. Huey was careful to not look as he felt major relief when she left the bed. He wouldn't dare re-think his dreams which for the first time in a while, were rather satisfying.
"I need some more fancy clothes," Ming said, putting on a clean pair of her baggy cloth sweatpants. Of course, covered in red. Huey didn't seem to care for the comment as he got up from the bed, feeling a bit of loneliness for once as he rubbed his eyes and scratched his head. He could hear Ming fiddle around with some stuff in the drawers but he didn't pay any mind as rolled out of bed. After some quick clothes shuffling Ming was satisfied with her outfitâ€"using an XXL magazine as a referenceâ€"and tapped Huey on the shoulder for an opinion.
"…..What the fuck?"
"So, am I top nigga or what?" Ming asked, presenting her new style with stupendously baggy blue jeans, a t-shirt that stopped at her waist but the pants stopped at her thighs, and a twisted Raiders hat. She looked surprisingly ghetto, if it weren't for one glaring issueâ€"besides being obviously a Chinese foreigner.
"Look Ming, when people sag…..they do show their…..underwear sometimes…b-but," Huey stuttered as he kept glaring at the obvious problem. Despite the clothing, in-between the bottom of the t-shirt and the cut off of the pants was her glaringly tight pink panties. He could only imagine her behind sticking out perfectly if she turned around.
"But what? The rapper had his underwear showing," Ming explained.
"Y-Yeah, but it's different with girls, you can't be THAT ghetto and have your little innocent….panties just glaring out like that!" Huey argued, stepping forwards and grabbing her wife beater, much to the protest of Ming who thought she looked fine.
"Well you don't have anything else and I can't walk around with my track clothes on, I don't look attractive!" Ming fought, but Huey ignored it and tried to pull off her wife beater, but then realized upon seeing her bare chest constantly that it was pretty awkward of him to do this so he quickly halted.
"Okay, just wait a minute," Huey groaned, before hearing the door open.
"Hey bitches, Granddad gave me twenty bucks to go get some McDonalds for y'all so here," Riley said as he dropped the bag of hot food on his bed. Riley walked passed Huey and opened the drawer for his toy gun before glancing over at Ming. Riley's eyes nearly popped as he burst into laughter upon seeing Ming and clapped his hands together repeatedly.
"Ha! You're seriously pimpin'?" Riley asked, walking around Ming and analyzing her figure.
"Nobody is pimping, she just tried on some clothes," Huey groaned.
"You like them?" Ming asked, posing by folding her arms and tilting her head up arrogantly. Riley laughed and shook his head, "Yeah yeah! You look like a tight ass hoe!"
"I told you about calling Ming a hoe!" Huey shouted, stepping towards Riley but Ming held a hand to him. "Huey, we already talked about this, I like hoe," Ming defended, much to the frustration of Huey. Riley let loose a evil smile before putting his chin on Ming's shoulder and whispering in her ear.
"Aye, you think you could be my hoe?" Riley asked, sounding surprisingly sincere but she replied by turning around and flicking her finger on his noseâ€"causing him to cry in pain. "Ow! Ow! Crazy bitch, ahh!"
"Sorry about that, but Huey is sole pimp," Ming smiled eagerly before going over to the already occupied Huey. She watched him pull out a yellow-wrapped item from the McDonald's bag and then another item, something brown in thin paper sleeve.
"They don't serve McDonald's breakfast in China, right?" Huey asked.
"Sorta….they sell burgers in the morning, but Chinese prefer Kentucky Chicken anyways," Ming noted, confused by the obvious sandwich and a little thrown-back by the strong smell of egg. She pinched her nose as she watched Huey dig in the bag and pull a second breakfast sandwich.
"It's called a Sausage McMuffin, with egg, and this is a hash brown," Huey explained, unwrapping the paper and revealing the sandwich. Ming nodded before analyzing the hash brown, "And that is fried potato, correct?"
"Yes, it may be similar to Asian fried food," Huey explained as he handed over the hashbrown to Ming who used her other handâ€"not covering her noseâ€"to grab it. By appearance alone, it looked disgustingly fake. The color and shape was too perfect to be true, and she was informed on American processed food.
"Eat up," Huey said, squirting ketchup on his hashbrown before gobbling it up. His stomach had been growling all through-out the night so the breakfast was incredibly satisfying. Ming was a little reluctant but reminded herself that she's in America now, she wouldn't eat a bowl of rice commonly for breakfast and crappy cereal on special occasions.
"Ketchup, please."
"Here," Huey squirted the used package on the exposed hashbrown. Ming sighed and quickly bit off a good one-fifth of the food. She quickly changed her opinion about it, it tasted marvelous and it completely threw her off as she ate another piece.
"Mmm, bess fri potatoo evah," Ming critiqued, her mouth stuffed.
"Thank you," Huey said casually, before blinking in confusion. He then questioned why he just took credit for a McDonald's hashbrown.
"Woah, I'm full," Ming said, rubbing her stomach in glee. Huey grinned before showing her the breakfast sandwich, "Ooh, more food?"
"Yes, the Sausage McMuffin," Huey said, handing over the sandwich as he finished his own. Ming frowned at the admittedly delicious looking food, it just smelled so bad. She kept her nose plugged as she grabbed the sandwich, Huey didn't seem interested in her opinion and immediately crumbled up the bag and tossed it in the trash before grabbing the door handle.
"I'm going to get fixed up, we have practice today," Huey announced, shutting the door. Ming had just bitten down on the sandwich and chewed away, predictably savoring the meat and cheese, but questioning if she liked the egg or not.
"Hmmm, weird," Ming said, eating the rest of it before slapping the crumbs from her hands and looking over at Riley who was still on the floor, but resting his head in his palmâ€"being held up by his armâ€"while lying on his side.
"Why do you look at me?" Ming asked.
"You just'a weird sista, dat's all," Riley said quietly, seeing Ming's eyes widen in joy, "Oh, you see me as a sister now?!" Riley's casual glare changed to a freaked out one, as he jumped up from the intruding girl and rushed away but she grabbed him by the stomach.
"Oh, you really do love me?" Ming asked, happily hugging him.
"N-NO BITCH! GODDAMMIT!" Riley cried.
"Sticks and stones break bones, but Riley's names don't hurt me," Ming laughed.
"Dat ain't even right!" Riley struggled, trying to get away.
-In the Bathroomâ€"
Huey stripped off his clothes and turned on the knobs for the showerhead. The cold water fluttered out which soon turned warm as Huey stepped inside and closed the shower curtain, his body immediately adjusting to the hot water. Finally being alone, he couldn't help but think about what he's doing.
Ming Long-Dou-an admittedly wonderful girl-was brought to him to be trained in kickball, but she wanted to be trained in Western Culture and love. He had an obligation to make sure she could perform as well as he could, and if he failed that Capitalist bastard 'Ed', Granddad would likely lose his boat. Not that he should care, but he worried about Ming's return to China. Either way it goes, she won't be here forever, and she'll have to go…..so what's the point in making a relationship that will only make it harder to see her leave?
Huey sighed as he realized his already evident attachment to her, she had something a lot of Western girls didn'tâ€"this flawless determination. Similar to his own, her character spoke to him and he likely needed someone like her. He wanted to unite with herâ€"a duo of rebellionâ€"and comfort her like his own.
"Jesus Christ…," Huey groaned as he reached over to the rack and looked for his special hair shampoo. Huey snarled at himself, realizing he likely dropped his shampoo in the hallway. He pulled the curtain aside and wrapped a towel around himself before walking to the door and hearing someone walk by.
"Hey, who is that?" Huey asked.
After a brief moment of unknown shuffling Riley replied, "It's me…nigga."
Huey rolled his eyes at his pause, before reciting his demand, "Hey, get my shampoo, I dropped it."
"Yeah I see it, open the door a bit," Huey heard Riley say, before he added, "And not too much blud, I ain't tryin' to see dat shit."
Huey opened the door and slowly left a space for Riley's hand to insert the shampoo, Huey could see the bottle with Riley's brown hand shivering to push it inside. Huey frowned as he reached and grabbed the bottle, but the minute he did the door suddenly slammed into him and knocked him to the floor.
"Shit!" He cried, slipping on the tile floor as Ming stepped inside and softly closed the door, "Thank you, Riley."
"God damn, Bruce Lee hoe!" Riley's muffled cry was heard from inside the bathroom as he walked away.
"Ming!" Huey cried, realizing thankfully that his towel was still covering his privates but more importantly Ming was inside the bathroom. She blushed madly as she locked the door and grabbed the shampoo bottle. Thankfully she changed her clothes again, although it was his t-shirt and his boxers. She looked guiltily attractive.
"I want to clean your hair for you," Ming said, a little oddly from recent events.
"Is that how you ask in China?" Huey asked, rhetorically, "They knock you on your ass with a door?"
Ming shrugged and giggled as she jumped on the sink and sat down, "Well you would not let me in if I ask, and using Riley to trick you into unlocking door is most smart!" Huey frowned upon understand how effective her tactics were and how she had him in such an uncomfortable spot.
"You are very wet, you have started the washing without me?" Ming smiled as she walked up and offered a hand.
"Yes, but we're not bathing together," Huey said sternly, reaching for the shampoo but she held it away from him. Ming smirked and reached for his chest but Huey immediately stepped back. "Make it clear Huey, are we lovers or not?"
Huey groaned as he should've suspected such questions. He was an independent, but at the same time this act of love would be rather fulfilling. Ming didn't look sad, just a little neutral as she knew he wouldn't reject her.
"I don't know if I'd use the term…..lovers," Huey grinned.
"I would, lovers kiss, and sleep togetherâ€"almost naked," Ming smirked, walking over to the running shower and stretching the curtain open, "I understand if you are worried about sex, but I think we should be together on some level…..and say it_, lover_."
"…..Really, Ming?" Huey asked.
"Huey…..say it," Ming said, shutting off the shower.
"Okay, lover, " Huey groaned as he folded his arms and walked over to Ming who was fiddling with the handles, "Why'd you turn off the shower, lover?"
"In some parts of Asia, people like to bathe with each other," Ming explained, turning on the bath and pouring soap in it. Huey's eyes widened as he observed her prepare a bath for both of them, her smile glimmering as she focused on her work. Ming then turned her head to Huey with her intimidating smile.
"Get your chocolate body in the tub."
Huey frowned as he looked to the side for a second before sighing and looking over at her, "Okay, close your eyes." Ming rolled her eyes immediately after he said that but didn't feel like pushing her luck so she did as she was told and closed her eyes. Huey undid his towel and walked nude to the bubbly bath, admittedly the water felt great to him as he stepped in and sat down.
Ming's eyes flung open and turned her head towards him.
Huey immediately covered his private area as Ming seductively stretched over the edge of the tub and plucked a kiss on Huey's damp cheek. "Remember what we talked about last night, you don't have to cover it," Ming warned as she kissed his cheek again, "It's just us."
"Thanks, I'll remember that," Huey said, unsure even to himself if it was even sarcastic or not.
Ming then stood up and stretched out for a perfect viewâ€"for Hueyâ€"and began to take off her shirt, "Tell me if you like it." Huey frowned and looked away, pretending to be busy as he rubbed bubbles uselessly on his knees like he was doing something.
"Huey, you are cute when you pretend to wash yourself," Ming teased as she tossed her shirt to the side and then proceeded to pull off her boxers. She was fluttering with emotions again as she felt like the chains of strict and inhumane parenting from her oppressive grandfather was about to be washed off.
"Huey, you have no idea how great this will feel," Ming moaned as she stepped forth to the tub, Huey then realizing she would sit on him, "But I need you to help me, so look at me." Huey could hear the sincerity in her voice so he quickly avoided her naked body and looked up at her, "Yes?"
"Wash me," Ming explained, grabbing the soap gel and stepping in the tub, her feet brushing against his legs. Ming embarrassingly lowered her posterior on Huey's upper nether region, practically lying on his stomach. They repositioned carefully with Huey's member constantly brushing against Ming's leg before finally finding a good place as Huey laid back and Ming laid back on himâ€"her nether regions slightly above his own.
"This is great," Ming yawned, her stomach and legs submerged slightly below the tip of the water level. Huey constantly reminded himself of how great it was to be black, otherwise he'd be as red as a tomato. Ming's surprisingly full feeling behind kept squishing against his lower stomach and his hands slowly grabbed the edge of the tub. He needed something to touch, she was clumsily balancing on him.
"Do not mess around," Ming said as she grabbed his hands and forced them on her stomach, Huey jumped at the feel of her soft submerged stomachâ€"his fingers poking at her belly button. Ming shivered at his touch and smiled at his willingness to cling on, he didn't dare move his hand away. Ming's head rested next to Huey's head on the clay tub, consuming the hot temperature while enjoying each other's touch.
"We have soaked enough, get soap please," Ming shivered in glee as Huey used his left hand and grabbed the bottle. "I expect you to rub every corner without question," Ming announced as Huey robotically grabbed the bottle and squirted some soap into his hand, "I cannot believe I'm about to do this Ming."
"Did I not say my people are masters of persuasion?" Ming commented humorously, Huey hadn't a reply and softly patted her stomach with his soap covered hands, "Perhaps we should use a towel."
"No towels, only hands," Ming mandated, taking his hands and rubbing it against her belly and upper body, Ming bit her lip as she forcefully took his hands and placed them on her small breast. Huey nearly had a heart attack upon feeling the stiff lumps brush against his palms.
"Ming, what are those?" Huey asked rhetorically.
"Some of the benefits you get," Ming smiled, forcing Huey's hands to rub against her breastâ€"or lack of. Huey noticed their not-so developed state, but he didn't mind as he pushed her hands away and rubbed her now bubbly chest with his hands. Ming moaned as her dreams became realities, Huey was cleaning her with his bare hands by himself.
"You are doing it, finally," Ming whispered, "Now rub all over, especially my lower."
Huey obeyed and swished his hands quickly around her body before stretching them out on her thighs, the water splashed a little as he pushed soap in all directions over her. He was getting aroused as he did so, even more when he thought about how he avoided her crotchâ€"which Ming wasn't satisfied with at all. She was too relaxed to complain angrily, but his unwillingness to touch her privates somewhat annoyed her.
"Huey, do it already."
"Do what?"
"Touch my….uh….MÄ o."
"You mean, your chibai?" Huey asked, his hands stopping on her thighs. Ming cursed under her lips as she splashed the water by slamming her hands down, "Yes! My uh…."
"Pussy, just say pussy," Huey groaned.
"Fine, rub it!" She barked at him, causing Huey to lean his head back in irritation, "Ming, I spoke earlier on sex did I not?" Ming rolled her eyes angrily, "Just do what I say, you will not sex me!" Huey grinned before shrugging and putting his hand down to her stomach.
"Fine, lover, but keep the screaming to a minimum," Huey warned as his thick hands slowly rolled down her olive colored stomach and brushed against her bladder area. Ming's lip shuttered as his hands got closer and closer to her somewhat thick orbs which were her entrance. His fingers buried its tips in her almost non-existent pubic hair, before stretching down further and putting his middle finger in-between the lips of her privates.
"That feels interesting," Huey's finger pushed in-between her fat lips and tickled the pink insides of her vagina. Ming's unchangeable smile stretched even further as she stretched her stomach up and begged for Huey's finger to penetrate her. His free hand reached up and began pecking at her left nipple, his fingers occasionally squeezing her sensitive tips.
"H-Huey, do it please!" Ming cried, feeling his middle finger slowly insert inside her. She was so sensitive to the area as the finger dug in deeper, her wet walls tingled at the size of his finger house itself inside her. Huey's own erection was constantly flinching against Ming's thigh underwater, with the head of his penis above water.
"Oh God, Ming," Huey muttered in her ear as he withdrew the finger and stuck the tips of his fingers together before aggressively rubbing them against her pink folds, enclosed in her olive colored vaginal lips.
"AH!" Ming's legs flung up in the air, splashing water everywhere as Huey continued mushing the sensitive pussy in constant circular motions, she could feel his strong fingertips stretch her dynamic privates in each direction. His fingers moved so quickly they operated like a vibrator, her superficial peddle being mushed so aggressively sent her senses flying.
Ming could feel pressure build up inside her as her head's senses numbed a bit, her eyes going fuzzy as her legs flung up and down in the water. She then recognized Huey's lips brush against the lobe of her ears as his fingers slowed down the vibrating motion and sunk inside her. All four of his fingers.
"Too many!" She cried out, protesting against the size but unable to stop him as the pleasure came with the uncomfortable size, "HUEY! IT'S BI-" Huey's hand flung from her nipple and cupped her mouth, preventing any loud noises as she could feel him shout In the inside of his cupped hand.
"Just scream in there Ming, scream…" Huey found himself stuck in a trance as he obeyed her demands to the fullest. He felt a little guilty as Ming screamed her heart out into his hand, muffled sounding cries as he pumped the tips of his intruding fingers repeatedlyâ€"her loud screaming and yet loyal compliance aroused him the most.
Suddenly her thighs shot together and squeezed against his hand, accidentally forcing his finger's halfway deep as she shivered. His fingers stopped moving for a second before feeling a tiny gush of juices touch his fingers before likely blending in with the tub water, Ming's stretched up body immediately collapsed as the squirting subdued. His mouth was still cupped against the almost hyper-ventilating Ming, who calmed herself despite the hand. Huey's hand withdrew from her crotch and her legs slumped back into the full volume of the water.
"You okay?" Huey asked, knowing the answer but striking conversation. He still didn't realize how odd it was to keep his hand masking Ming's nose and mouth but she still shook her head, apparently not caring.
"I luh you Amerhecun," Huey heard her muffled voice muster before feeling her familiar tongue lick playfully at his hand. Normally he'd see this as a way of telling him to remove his hand but he was informed otherwise as Ming grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away slightly, only to widely lick at his fingers.
'_First girl I've ever fingered,'_ Huey thought to himself as he looked at his free hand which he used to please her_, 'I guess this is it, she's mine now.'_ Although not pleasing, the concept meant more than the feel as Ming eagerly sucked on his index fingerâ€"as if she was trying to extract something. It was growing apparent that she was doing this merely to display loyalty and clear all borders.
She was asking him for the obvious; to return the favor.
Huey's member continuously poked at her thigh as she spat and licked at his fingers, but she suddenly stopped and turned her head aroundâ€"staring at Huey. Ming's eyes looked in wonder and shock as her pupils dropped to his submerged chest, she immediately dropped her head and kiss it. Constantly.
Her lips splashed in the water as she pecked at his nipples, her legs straddled him and his erection suddenly rubbed against her privates but Huey grabbed her thigh to make sure nothing would happen. She quickly finished and laid her stomach against his, her eyes spoke a multitude of feelings to him but the most evident was desperation.
She needed him,_ all_ of him.
But she knew she wouldn't get it, yet.
"Huey," She whispered before feeling her vagina ache a tad as her body shivered, "You are wonderful, I love you so much." Huey's face cringed at her loyalty, but he remained stern as he shrugged and put a hand on her back, "You got what you wanted, right?"
"…..But _you _didn't," She pointed out .
"I don't want anything," Huey's comment was entirely ignored as Ming made a large adjustment and turned around in the tub. They were now in a sixty-nine position of sorts, her lower body resting on his chest and giving provocative view of her nether regionsâ€"all of it in front of him. Ming knew her view she was providing would be arousing for him as she put her legs down beside him, practically in a doggy position over his body.
She looked down at his erection, again its dynamic was magnificent. But she didn't want to waste time as she squirted a pile of soap onto her hand and looked down at her target. She was prepared for this, she had asked, watched , and read about this moment.
Her hand carefully gripped his member, squeezing the cold soap with his warm flesh. The contrast in body heat, enhanced by the hot tub caused Huey's to flinch at the touch. Ming wasn't even concerned with how Huey felt, to her it was between her hand and his member.
"I'm going to re-pay you now," She announced as the hand wiped soap all over his cock. It was a little hard for her considering half of his stiff dick was underwater but she managed and then once finished put her hand around it.
"I hope you feel good," Ming's hands pumped slowly up and down, her fingers squeezed against him tightly as her hand went underwater and touched his base. Huey toes tightened at the feel and to counter-act her treatment he tried to distract himself by washing his hair but he couldn't ignore it. Her hands slowly picked up the pace as he jumped from the pulling feelingâ€"springing pleasure at the base of his dick.
Her hand pushed the pleasure up and down like a stuck ball inside of him, with each pull and tug his dick shivered. The water splashed as she quicken the pace, the bubbles multiplied as she literally jacked him off. Huey was trying his best to not lose control while Ming was in glee, to be privileged to stimulate a black penis in the West was a rarity she would surely brag about.
"Come on, release on my hand!" She demanded, her pace quickening to an unbelievable extent. His dick numbed quickly as he could barely hold on to the feeling anymore, the heat ran up and down his cock very quickly before a sudden uncontrollable amount of pressure from the base shot upwards towards the tip.
"M-Ming!" He warned, she kept her quick pace before feeling something warm on the top of her thumbs and then her fingers. Through the bubbles she could see his penis squirt out his white seed, it coated the top of her hand and felt odd in its temperature.
"Dammit!" Huey cried, dipping his head backwards in the water before back out. His penis had been milked by Ming and he was overcome with a hazy feeling as he soaked up his orgasm. His hands slapped harshly on Ming's posterior which rested along with her pussy on his chest.
"Did you like it?" She asked him, still holding his softening private.
"…..Yeah, it was alright," Huey groaned, oddly massaging her ass and rubbing his fingers inside her entrance . Huey then realized the massive amount of time they were behind schedule and with much reluctance he slowly rose up and out of the tub, pushing Ming to the side. She watched with her large smile at Huey's glimmering body cover itself with a towel.
"You gave my hand a lot of juice, Huey," The black boy indifferently glanced over at Ming who smiled obsessively at him. He shrugged his shoulders as he wiped himself down, no longer concerned with keeping his privates covered.
"You were right, I'm finding myself desiring your body," Huey confessed, motioning for Ming to come out of the tub and leave behind the mess of floating juices and dirtied water. The Asian girl happily obliged and quickly rushed over on the fluffy bathroom mat and hugged Huey with her naked wet body. Huey knew he was to dry her, and wiped his used towel around her as well when proceeding with the drying process.
Ming's smile grew wider as he dug the towel in-between her buttocks and underneath her crotch, she tossed an arm around his back and locked them together. "It is fascinating how quick you came to your senses, is it not?" Ming asked, gloating about her ability to convince him.
"What's fascinating is how you've completely missed the point of living here," Huey grimly reminded her.
"I did not miss it, I do not want to remember it," Ming said, snuggling her face into his chest. Huey grinned as he unnecessarily rubbed the towel against her surprisingly bubbly ass, his fingers groping and squeezing its size.
"Hehehe, Huey you are very naughty!" Ming smiled, letting him have his way.
"It's just so addicting," Huey explained, pulling away his hands and then wrapping his towel around her waist. Huey then wrapped another towel around himself, then shutting off the lights and walking to the door.
"Get dressed, and get some nice clothes," He announced as he opened the door. They both causally walked out and back towards the staircase, Ming followed him while staring at his now lighter body in the living room light.
Unfortunately Riley was walking down the stairway.
"Oh it's about fuckin' time!" Riley whined, rushing past Huey before stopping in his tracks when seeing Ming. At first she didn't seem unusual, besides being only clothed by a towel around her waist. She maintained her smile but Riley analyzed her obsessively before staring back at Huey who also had halted on the stairway. His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two.
'_Oh shit, he's figuring it out!' _Huey worried, looking over at Ming who still looked innocent and unaware.
"Yo Huey!" Riley cried before pointing at Ming, Huey gulped as he squeezed his fists together, "She ain't got a shirt on! We can see her tits!"
Huey's scared glare melted into a confused frown. It was so baffling to him he couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious? THAT'S what your issue is?" Ming indifferently looked over at Riley, although she understood what he was talking about she couldn't help but keep them exposedâ€"it's not like they wouldn't see them at some point anyways.
"Eh, nigga, I thought this wasn't s'posed to be a whore house!" Riley frowned at Huey, who rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "You see us both come up the stairs half-naked, and her chest being exposed is your biggest issue, do you even know what we did in the bathroom?" Huey asked, almost out of his mind but Ming angrily snapped his fingers at him to silence any further questioning.
Riley looked between the two, noticing the glistering bodies and beads of waterâ€"perhaps sweatâ€"from their faces. Riley then looked at Ming and answered, "Y'all had a fight, didn't y'all?"
Huey blinked before looking up at the ceilingâ€"almost as if he was speaking to Godâ€"and slapped his hand on his forehead, "You're a fucking idiot, man."
"Yes, you're right," Ming told Riley with a large smile, "We had a fight with our clothes off and our bodies wet, it makes a lot of sense to you I suppose."
"See, she just admitted it!" Riley shouted at Huey, who felt like if he rolled his eyes once more they'd fall out. "Out of curiosity, when Granddad brings over a hot chick and they go to their room and make a lot of noise…do you really still believe they're just fighting?"
"Wha…..nigga, whatcha talkin' 'bout?" Riley snarled at him, "Whutz, like the be havin' sex or somethin'? They DO be fightin' tho, I hear smacks and shit!"
"Hehehe!" Ming giggled, before patting Riley on the head, "I understood what Huey's joke meant and I do not even speak English as a first language, you a stupid boy!"
"Aye, I ain't walkin' around here with my tits hangin' out!" Riley angrily spouted before walking down the stairway, mad.
"You have tits?" Ming asked, confused by the retort.
"What the fuck Riley, what tits are you talking about?" Huey asked, pointing at Ming's chest irritably. Ming smiled and teased Riley before thinking about what Huey just said exactly, then she turned around and looked at her own chest before angrily glancing up at Huey.
"Wait, what does THAT mean?!" Ming asked, her brows pushing down.
"What?" Huey asked.
"You said, I have no tits? My boobs are not big enough for you?!" Ming asked, getting up in his face and immediately covering her chest. "Aye, another fight!" Riley cheered, as Huey covered her face with his hand.
"I don't mean that," Huey said before putting his hand down and twirling his finger, "Don't get mad, but cover yourself." Ming quickly obeyed and snatched her towel covering her waist and wrapped it around her chest, subsequently exposed her ass and thighs to Riley.
"AHAHA HA!" He laughed, causing Ming to suddenly become self-conscious and blush angrily.
"Maybe I shouldn't have asked you that, just go into our room," Huey yawned as she quickly rushed away from the stairway. Exclusive to him, was her nicely shaped cheeks bouncing up and down as she rushed to the room, obviously embarrassed and a little pissed.
"Hey Riley," Huey smiled.
"Yeah? Nice bitch you gotz!" Riley laughed.
"You got like…..an hour to get out of this house, if I see you when coming down I'm going to let Ming tiger-claw your face to death," Huey announced, before pointing his fingers at him, "And I'm going to kick your black ass to fucking prison!"
Riley gulped as Huey walked away from the staircase and into their room, with Ming obviously distracting with something else. Huey hoped that Ming wasn't too pissed off by the statement, and luckily she seemed to not care at all as she picked out a small short-short piece of clothing.
"I'm not angry" She announced, laying her clothes on the bed, "Just mad that you do not like my breast."
"I do, they're just not huge," Huey admitted, watching her slip on underwear. Ming thankfully didn't seem too bothered by it as she dressed herself in a white shirt with American flag patterns on it, it cut of right above her stomach. She then put on her short-short daisy duke, their leg holes slipped right underneath her crotchâ€"showing off her well-toned legs and thighs.
"I like how you watch me dress," Ming smiled at him, before blinking her left eye, "We've made much progress since last night." Huey grinned but continued to blatantly stare at her adjusting her clothes, he himself in only a towel.
"A bit slutty, wouldn't you say?" Huey asked, cocking a brow at her revealing legs and stomach. Ming glanced up at him confusingly, "Slutty?"
"Uh….sexual," He explained. "Oh yeah, right," Ming shrugged and walked over to her bag which she had yet to unpack and pulled out a brush. She stroked her now dry hair, amazingly it was straight even after the shower.
"What is the issue?" Ming asked indifferently, staring at herself as she combed her hair, "My fashion only makes it easier for you to touch me." Huey paused for a second before shaking his head and grabbing his afro comb, picking his hair outwards as he searched for some clothes.
"It makes it easier for others to touch you as well," Huey noted, rubbing hair oil in on his scalp before slipping on some boxers. Huey walked to the mirror with Ming and grabbed the hairdryer he had set there, Ming watched confusingly as he brought the dryer upâ€"along with his odd looking afro combâ€"and turned on the loud machine as he repeatedly combed his hair where the hot air blew.
_'~What in the world…~'_
His hair fluffed around as he pulled his hair out with the comb and it was blasted with the hot air. She had never understood the hair of a Black person, so to her what he was doing was astoundingly odd.
"I guess you're burning your hair, that's why it's so curly," Ming speculated to herself. Huey glanced over at her before turning off the blowdryer and setting it aside, Ming quickly realized the difference in his hair when examining it.
"Oh, it's bigger now! A little straighter as well," Ming walked around Huey and poked her hand in the hair, getting a little bit of the gel on her hand. She mushed her fingers together as she analyzed its greasy feel.
"That's weird," Ming said as Huey turned around with his perfectly blown-out Afro, "What is?"
"Your hair, its curly and round," Ming mushed the gel on her fingers from the hair, it was minor but glossed all over her hand, "And greasy, not like our hair." Huey ignored her and continued with his clothing, putting on a grey shirt and black pants.
"There's not many blacks in China are there?" Huey rhetorically quirked, Ming shook her head, "No." Huey walked down the stairs with Ming as he noticed Riley pass by unsuspectingly, Huey tapped Ming on the shoulder, "There's that asshole."
"Oh come on, Huey," Ming groaned, "You pick on him a lot, you made fun of him."
"He made fun of you," Huey reminded her, before making it to the bottom of the staircase. Ming grabbed Huey's shoulders, "Just walk out, do not be mad." Huey and Ming slowly progressed towards the door as they glared at Riley on the couch. The black boy was completely distracted with his PSP before spotting the two.
"Oh hell naw!" He cried, tossing the pillow aside and pulling out a B.B. gun.
"AYE! HUEY!" Ming cried, hiding behind the only slightly shocked Huey who slowly moved towards a vase before pulling out a tiny B.B. gun of his own, "Alright, fucker." Ming was freaking out because she thought it was a real gun, considering the country she moved to and all.
"HUEY, PUT IT DOWN!" She shouted at him, noticing Huey got a gun of his own.
"Okay, Ming is freaking out so I'm going to deal with her," Huey said, raising his hands in the air as he slowly made his way for the door, "But I'm going to shoot you up so bad when I get back." Riley smirked before firing off a pellet and it busted the vase he was standing next to. The burst was a little loud and Ming immediately sprinted for the door while shouting something in Chinese about Americans and guns.
"Huey!" She cried, holding the door open from the outside as he slowly walked out and put the toy gun in his pocket. Ming quickly grabbed him and pulled him out, avoiding another spray of bullets.
Huey immediately closed the door and grabbed Ming's shoulder harshly, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "Calm down Ming, it's not a real gun!" Ming immediately paused before angrily looking at Huey, "Why do you have fake guns!"
"C'mon, everyone has a B.B. gun," Huey argued, "Even in Asia."
"Your American guns look s-so real," Ming stammered, to which Huey brought his hand to her shoulder and walked down to the sidewalk.
-At the Parkâ€"
"I am getting _the hang_, am I not?" Ming asked, aggressively kicking the red ball into the air.
"It's getting _the hang of it,_ and yes you are," Huey explained, rolling another ball in her direction. She twirled around and kicked it with grace, easily going beyond what the average person could perform with a ball. Nonetheless it wasn't all that impressive to Huey, as he jumped in the air and caught it, to the disappointment of Ming.
"None of that showing off, shit," Huey explained, twirling the ball on his finger.
"We are practicing longer than last time," She announced, looking at the clock on her phone.
"Yes, and I feel the need to stop now," Huey said, placing the ball down. Ming patted her face, again finding little to no sweat as she accepted the end of the practice. She had to remind herself to be happy about it, if this were China she'd be kicking balls and sprinting for another four hours. Huey collected all the red balls and put them in the basket, rolling it back to the rental facility at the gate of the park.
He paid the money and then walked out with Ming, despite the short practice of an hour and a half she felt energized and excited to do anything. Huey felt Ming's lonely hands brush against his own, desperate to be held. While he didn't mind showing his feelings for Ming It was somewhat annoying how obsessively she wanted to do it in public.
"Where do you want to eat?" Huey asked, "I'm in the mood for Chinese."
"…..Do I have to talk to American-born Chinese?" Ming asked, her voice obviously sour.
"Maybe, the people who serve the food tend to have English as an obvious second language. Just don't talk to their children, they're the A.B.C.'s," Huey explained, to which Ming nodded and stood close to him as they walked down an isolated pathway towards downtown. Ming's phone began to vibrate, she pulled it from her pocket causally and held it to her ear.
"Yo," She greeted calmly, Huey rolled his eyesâ€"knowing Asian countries tend to say English words they heard commonly.
"…Oh, hello Grandfather," She said sourly. Huey remained observantly quiet as Ming interacted with her granddad on the phone. Her facial expression turned from irritation to surprise as she quickly tried to reason with him.
"No, no need for that!" She pleaded, obviously to no avail, "No I am not mad…..no I am not screaming."
Ming looked over at Huey worriedly before staring back at the ground, wandering as she listened to the phone call, "I do not hide anything from you, my ability is improving greatly." Huey leaned on a lamp post, waiting patiently.
"I did not ask Mr. Freeman, but I believe it's done, I start on Tuesday on Woodcrest Secondary School," Ming explained, erecting a suspicious glance from Huey, "We say Middle, not Secondary." Ming ignored him and listened carefully at what he was saying before letting out a sharp sigh, "Fine, I will see you then."
Ming harshly took the phone from her ear and cut off the phone call, Huey remained quiet as Ming breathed to herself before painfully looking up at him.
"He's coming here."
"Why?"
"To inspect, he can not trust me for _a day,_ Huey," Ming then moped towards Huey, "He is suspicious of you."
"Because you had a crush on me?" Huey asked.
"No, because you're Black," Ming sighed before tossing her arms in the air, "I mean he _says _other things about how you are a Westernerâ€"which does make him not-like you a _bit_â€"but he has plenty of Western friends, it's you being Black."
"He's never spoke to a Black I presume," Huey said, grabbing Ming's hand and pulling her along. Ming shrugged, "I'm sure he did once or twice, but he never really spoke to you. He doesn't know that you are smart, to him you are Mr. Wuncler's puppet. A _dirty_ puppet."
"Then why is he sending you to me if he doesn't trust me?" Huey asked.
"Because, you are a _puppet_," Ming repeated, rolling her eyes, "I know it is not true but it is what he thinks."
Huey tried to comfort Ming but she seemed to be unleashing a large rant against old Chinese people and racial prejudice in general. Of course she occasionally took shots at Black people but ultimately her grandfather was without-a-doubt the most targeted. Huey guided Ming to a Chinese restaurant, it was a typical looking oneâ€"nothing expensive, somewhat cheap.
Despite offering to pay for all the food, nothing seem to cheer up Ming as she stared down at her hands while waiting to be served. Huey grinned as his eyes observed her body, "You look very cute with your small shorts and shirt."
"…You say this to cheer me up, no?" Ming asked.
"I say it because it's true, you wore these revealing clothes to attract my attention and you've got it, now forget about your troubles and order some foodâ€"all you can eat," Huey tossed her a menu which she caught a little lifelessly before opening it and squinting at the words.
"I'm good with speaking English, but reading it takes me a little longer," Ming said as she read down the list of food she had never really eaten that often in China. She knew what most of them tasted like, but it certainly wasn't a common dish in China. With some exceptions.
"Hello," An old Chinese woman said, coming to the table, "Oh two little kids, eh?"
"Yeah, she's my friend," Huey explained, looking over at the menu. Ming cocked a brow before irritably glancing up at Huey, before politely turning to the old Chinese woman who obviously had English as a second or third language.
"TÄ shì wÇ' de nán péngyÇ'u," Ming explained, looking over at the menu before Huey glanced up and rolled his eyes. Ming's eyes met with his before she smacked her head, remembering that Huey could speak Chinese. The old woman laughed as she looked between the two, the old woman leaned in towards Huey and whispered in Chinese, "~You are from China?~"
"~Yes, well, Kowloon,~" She explained before finding the dishes she wanted on the menu, "~My Black boy speaks Chinese, so he figured out what I was saying.~"
"Yes I do, and I apologize, I meant she's my _girlfriend,_ not friend," Huey said sarcastically before proceeding with his order, "I would like the Tofu, not spicy, Shrimp-fried rice…..uh, potstickers with beef, and a Coke."
"Okay, and for you Hong Konger?" The woman asked, to which Ming shrugged, "If these pictures are correct, one order is a big plate right?" The old woman nodded, holding her pen to the paper, "Well, then I only want to add Green tea to our list."
"Ah, very Chinese, low food," The woman snickered as she collected the order and walked back to the kitchen. Ming and Huey sat between each other, suddenly finding nothing to talk about. Huey then pulled out his Samsung Galaxy phone and Ming her iPhone, both trying to either ignore each other or find something to talk about.
Huey occasionally looked up at the unsuspecting Ming, he kept thinking about how much he was in control right now. He could just, touch her, and she'd be for it. Perhaps even impregnate her, and she'd name the baby in a second.
Okay, well maybe not that.
Nonetheless, she was ever-more attractive than he once previously thought. When you strip her out the unfashionable sweat pants and jacket, her perfect figureâ€"although under-developedâ€"appeared fascinating. He grinned before looking down at his phone, posting a comment about Indian Buddhism on a Black Panthers fan-site he was a member off.
Ming on the flip side was completely opposite to his serious speculating tone, and instead found herself fascinated with this website she was on. To distract her from her grandfather, she could only think of one thingâ€"sex. Her eyes read through the lines of the English search as she browsed a website on sex tips for girls who were Asian, or more importantly Chinese, for their Western boyfriends.
"Huey," She announced, reading the lines of something in an article, "You okay, _bay-bee_?" Huey frowned at the odd statement and the usage of the word 'baby' as she stood up and walked around to his chair, putting his chin on his neck bone and blowing in his ear.
"No whine, bay-bee," She said, oddly as her left hand patted his stomach before sliding down to his pants, "I can do, right bay-bee?"
"Can't you speak right?" Huey replied, to which he quickly realized he had bigger problems as her hand harassed his growing erection. Huey frowned before glancing around the restaurant, thankfully it was empty and nobody could see from the kitchen but this was still insane.
"Oooh," Ming moaned, trying to unzip his pants, "Me so…..horny! Me so VERY horny!"
"Ming!" Huey cried, realizing what she was doing as Ming held his arm downâ€"she was very strong-and read something else from her iPod before going back and snuggling forcefully with him, "I can do, sucky sucky fo' you!" Huey was aroused by her manner in which she felt to grope him, although the racist dialogue he could do without.
"You think I'm so shallow that I'd be turned on by that bullshit?" Huey asked, grabbing her hand and pushing her away from him. "It says here on the website, Western boys like it when Asian girls say this," Ming explained, naively reading off more broken-English lines.
"Yeah, dumb Western boys who see you as a toy and not who you really are," Huey explained, feeling Ming grabbed his arm and pull him out of his seat, "Alright, if you say soâ€"but I had fun saying it."
"What are you doing?" Huey asked, feeling Ming drag him to the door, "We ordered food."
"It will take some time, won't it?" Ming asked, to which Huey nodded, "Then let's do something while we wait."
"What?" Huey asked.
"Let's buy _the condoms_, of course!" Ming smiled.
-Stayed tuned for Chapter 4-
AN: Somethings I made up for exposition, Ming being from Kowloon and taken to Shanghai is not technically canon, she was taken from somewhere to somewhere else but I do not know where.
-They are twelve and go to Middle School
-As a reminder, this is_ still_ a lemon story, just one with a heavy story.
- Chinese may not always be accurate, I've never been good at it
-Ming said in Chinese to the woman: "He is my boyfriend" as a angry reply to being claimed as just "a Friend" by Huey. I'm unable to read phonetically so I did the characters as such and had them translated. Hope they're accurate.