"Wait, you're serious?" Huey asked.
"Yes silly, was our bath not serious?" Ming laughed, pulling a resistant Huey out of the restaurant. Huey's mind started to race as this was all too fast, having sex with Ming could imply serious consequences.
"Wait, Huey," Ming said, stopping on the sidewalk and looking at him carefully.
"What?" He asked, a little dazed.
"I will not force you into anything you do not want to do," Ming announced, jumping up and sitting on a mail box, "I know sometimes I can be a little bit forceful." The height she easily jumped back was tremendous, but more unfortunate was Huey's line of vision being blocked by Ming's unintentionally exposed crotch in her pants.
"It's hard to make an objective decision when your _chibai _is glaring at me," Huey explained, causing Ming to casually look down at herself before rolling her eyes with a smile, "I do any-thing fo' you bay-bee."
"You know better not to do everything the internet says," Huey grinned.
"No, I just do what the Black rap songs say, baby," Ming teased, before taking her finger and curling it towards herâ€"legs still spread apart. Huey glared at her finger before stalely walking towards her, his emotion remained frozen in seriousness. She watched as his stern face along with the body slowly positioned itself in-between her legs, his hands still in his pockets. Ming was a little disappointed that he didn't grab at her but he remained submissive to her, just not outreaching. His face remained inches away from her crotch but instead he looked up at her eyes, they read of a will to listen but not necessarily act.
Good enough for her.
"It's going to take a lot more than your pussy and an erotic but deliberate broken English impersonation for us to see _eye to eye_," Huey said. Ming tilted her head to the side and cocked an eyebrow as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into the mailbox and his face even closer to the crotchâ€"as close as possible.
Huey continued his glare upwards at her, even smelling the peculiar scent which came from her lower areasâ€"he did his best to not to show it. Ming's head and hair blocked the sun's exposure to him, making her appear as a glowing figure of innocence yet strictness.
Huey knew otherwise, of course.
"How much are you begging right now to be touched?" Huey asked, his question sounded completely serious. Ming questioned if this was a lead up to more exciting action or if he was pitying her predicament, but playing with Huey she remained serious as well.
"A lot, but not by anyone, just you," Ming legs squeezed his body tighter against the mailbox she sat on, but Huey seemed exactly the same. "Is it not a dream of American boys to have sex with girls?" Ming inquired.
"Is it not a moral of the Chinese people to reserve your dignity?" Huey reversed, his hands softly grabbing her thighs that were trying to squeeze around him, "More importantly the dignity of the House of Long-Dou?" Ming grinned at the mention, taking a hand and placing it on his shoulderâ€"to provoke more reaction from him than simply grabbing her legs.
"You care for the family thing?" Ming asked, a little uncertainty in her voice.
"Asian culture dictates the unity of family, which triumphs any other will of character," Huey lectured, again impressing the already informed Ming.
"You think that bothers me?" Ming asked, caressing his neckbone, "To honor a family member I do not like, and to dishonor a home family I cannot see?"
"Meaning what?" Huey asked, losing her on the last part.
"My parents, I've been taken away from themâ€"you know that," Ming said, surprisingly emitting little emotion on the reminder, "I entertain myself on the idea that my Grandfather will let me return to Kowloon to at least visit…..but uh, it won't happen." Huey stared at her for a moment before looking down at the mailbox for a second.
"Be honest," Huey demanded, "Are you using me as an escape from your Chinese culture?" Ming blinked before frowning, her brows pushed down and her expression seemed abnormally hurt. Her pupils quickly jumped from Huey's body to his gaze before staring over at a person walking by.
"Why would you even think that?" Ming asked, her voice almost entirely absent in the form of a whisper.
"I'm just pondering," Huey reminded her, but Ming couldn't help herself and released her leg's tight grip from around him. Ming turned herself around safely and hopped off the mail box, avoiding Huey's stare, "What do _you_ think, Huey?"
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Ming coldly glared at Huey when he said that, "But you did anyways."
"I'm skeptical," Huey said, putting a hand on Ming's shoulder, "Considering my knowledge of your people and others, I'm skeptical that you could seriously appreciate my character, but ignore Chinese implications about my race." Huey knew he should tone it down, but he remained as blunt as possibleâ€"she could perhaps better understand him that way.
"Why are you being so cold?" Ming asked, sadly glancing up at him.
"I'm not being cold, I'm being directâ€"you're Chinese so I thought you could understand it," Huey said, flexing his knowledge a bit before continuing, "It's not like you're Japanese, y'know how they dance around the subject a l-"
"How would _you_ like it if I asked you if you seriously loved me, because you're black?" Ming asked him, a little angered by his statement but trying her best to hold it in, "Or, if I refused to make a relationship with you because a lot of black men leave their lovers because of, say…..a baby."
Huey didn't reply to the remark and merely read the expression on her face before analyzing the question carefully, however Ming could see in his own expression his likely answer.
"You will say I am racist, right?" Huey sighed at her inserting his answer and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, but the relevance?"
"You assume I see you only as a fetish like many Asians do, or that I am being anti-Chinese to enrage my grandfather?" Ming asked, leaning away from his grip but Huey held on tightly, "Even a black thinks it's not normal for an Asian to love a black because it's too low of meâ€"_hatefully crude_." Huey rubbed his forehead in realization of his error before Ming removed his hand from her shoulder and squeezed it.
"When I said, _only us matter and not our races_, I meant it," Ming said sternly, Huey remained quiet although to the frustration of Ming showed little emotion besides a considering gaze. "All I ask, is that you cease this _stupid_ mentioning of my culture as a negative against your skinâ€"I hate it, the culture and you're mentioning of it, you know it, I know it, now _stop it_."
"Understood, and I'll comply," Huey said, turning back around and motioning for Ming to follow.
"The store is that way," Ming pointed out, but Huey didn't look back at her, "Forget the condoms, if we have sex, we'll do it on my terms." Ming wasn't sure if he was just being stubborn or if he was serious but she didn't reply and followed him back to the restaurant.
-Inside the Restaurantâ€"
Huey and Ming awkwardly ate their food as the Chinese owners oddly watched them from afar, noticing their own silent attitudes about the quality of the food. Ming had noticed them staring and the older woman who took their orders quickly pointed towards Huey, her lips mouthing: 'Talk to him, what's wrong with you?' Ming blushed at the woman's demanding language before turning to Huey who glanced down at his food, "Huey, how do you like the food?"
"Hmn?" Huey looked up, chewing on his pot sticker, "Oh, the pot sticker is great, of course as I've eaten it a trillion times."
"Interesting, I'm good at making all kinds of dumplings…if uh…if ever you're interested," Ming blushed, adding that last part for reinforcement. Huey nodded, taking note of a likely desire for her to make food for him, as he grabbed the serving spoon and dipped it into the Tofu plate.
"Can you make tofu like this?" Huey asked, keeping his manner as he sipped his soda.
"No, but I can do fried tofu," Ming said, tasting the very salty tofu sauce as she licked the fork, "Nothing like this, I'm not familiar with this dishâ€"very salty." Huey didn't reply as he chewed off a piece of his egg roll, Ming looked up and quickly grabbed one herselfâ€"analyzing the item.
"Is this a biscuit roll with egg?" Ming asked, Huey noddedâ€"although not sure himself about the name 'biscuit roll'â€"as he continued eating. Ming chewed it and frowned before gulping it down, "I've noticed something, all these dishes have hardly any vegetables in them. In China, almost everything we eat has vegetablesâ€"perhaps this is why Yankees are so fat."
"No, it's not that," Huey said, finishing up his dish, "It's just the serving size, it's whack here."
"Anyways, this food is astonishing, so many main dishes set-up as appetizers and side dishes, some of this food I've never even heard of," Ming commented, rubbing her stomach before pouring herself some more green teaâ€"a personal request.
"It's an Emperor's feast, for me my dinner is usually just rice or some curry," Ming said, excusing herself from the table. She then realized her need to exercise more to keep up with these extra pounds of food she'll be taking in, to remain attractive to Huey was her goal as wellâ€"although she could use a little extra fat in her chest.
"Ohhhh, thank yooou!" The Chinese husband and wife said happily, meeting the two children at the door. Huey took out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to them, in exchange they gave him two fortune cookies.
"One fo' you girl-friend and one fo' you!" The husband needlessly explained, Huey smiled along with Ming as they said goodbye and exited the restaurant to the orange skies of the sunset. Ming took one of the cookies and analyzed it before trying to bite it, "It's a cracker?"
"A Chinese Fortune cookie," Huey corrected, carelessly chewing it and tossing the little paper on the ground, "Rip it in half and then eat it." Ming did exactly that and grabbed the fortune out before chewing on the rest of the cookie. "This is a Chinese cookie? I have never heard of it, or tasted it before."
"It may not be popular," Huey explained, "As popular as it is in America, that is."
"It doesn't taste like something Chinese people would make…..just butter and sugar, very American," Ming examined before looking at the fortune, "Oh, they put two fortunes in here."
"They're useless," Huey explained, "They never have relevance to yourself."
"This one says: Submit to the pain during the beginning, you will be rewarded at the end," Ming read off to the surprise of Huey who quickly glanced away at the suggestive sounding fortune. Ming's expression hadn't changed, Huey noticed that and saw that she didn't get its double meaning and quirked, "Well, it's obviously a statement about life."
"Oh you think that? I thought it was a statement about sex," Ming said, blinking at the stunned Huey, "You don't take me for a fool, right?"
"Of course not," Huey said, watching Ming discard the fortune. Huey was interested as to why she didn't bother to make a sexual reference out of that fortune but nonetheless watched, intrigued by her next response. Ming read the next fortune to herself before grinning madly and turning to Huey, "You say these don't come true?"
"…..Depends, what does it say?"
"It says: If you find a mate can provide you ever-lasting happiness, than soon you'll see your sentimental materials and authority will deteriorate in value and respect."
Huey didn't see the specialty in this fortune and waited for her to finish her little daze, but Ming stared happily at the piece of paper before acknowledging Huey. "Are you sure these fortune cookies come from China?"
"…..Perhaps they don't, I'll look it up when we get home," Huey said, reaching out a hand and letting Ming clasp it as they walked home. Although Huey hadn't recovered from the lecture he was slapped with earlier, he had broken a barrier which he didn't realize was constantly hurting Ming.
Huey was now considering the next day, or Ming's first day at American school.
"You do realize, by tomorrow you'll be a product of the American educational system?" Huey asked, stepping inside the Freeman's house. Ming glanced at him oddly before taking off her shoes and putting them on the shoe rack.
"So, what?" Ming asked.
"So, you'll be complying with a stupid Westernized system," Huey said, hopping on the couch next to the incredibly rude Riley who didn't even acknowledge them. Ming pushed the hair out of her eyes an sat deliberately on the opposite side of Riley, "It's alright, it's the same as in China just less pressure." Riley felt something tug at his corn rolls, he looked over at saw Ming hold on to them and curl it around her fingers.
"Ching-Chong, niggas hate it when bitches be fuckin' wit our hair," Riley oddly tried to stop her but Ming softly grabbed his hand and lowered it to his lap, continuing to examine his hair. Riley glared at her before realizing his situation and swiped his hand away from her grip, then attempting to pull his locks away from her fingers.
"Ching-Chong, what da' fuck is it you don't understand?!" Riley whined, trying to escape her grip on his hair, Huey tried to ignore her bickering but couldn't help but feel sorry for the stupid kid. "Ai-ite! See me, Ching-Chong!"
"See you?" Ming asked, unsure if this was more of his slang, "I'm right here."
"He wants to fight, that's what it means," Huey explained, picking up the remote and turning up the volume. Ming immediately let go of his hair and suddenly burst into laughter, Riley quickly rubbed the back of his headâ€"eyeing the laughing girl.
"And the fuck yo' problem is?" Riley asked, ticked off from her constant teasing.
"Ha! You cannot fight me!" Ming laughed, kicking her legs in the air as her humor senses breached the subject. Even Huey glanced over at Ming's approach to Riley's once rhetorical demand, _'Riley may be a punk, but wouldn't yield to any provoking from a slim Asian girl.' _Riley looked furious before closing his eyes and sighingâ€"as if he was meditating for a quick secondâ€"before he stood up and squeezed his fist.
"Aite Ching-Chong, we gonna brawl," Riley announced, his voice sounding determined and pissed. Huey's eyes quickly shot at Riley, moving to an upright position on the couch, "What the hell are you doing, Riley?"
"Bitch gonna get smacked down, dats what!" Riley said, watching Ming's laughter cease but her smirk remain, "Gotta teach a bitch respect."
"Is that the Western Women Liberation attitude I hear Westerners brag about?" Ming giggled, trying not to stare at him to avoid arousing more laughter. Riley didn't seem fazedâ€"although it was a little over his headâ€"as he approached Ming.
"You're telling her to respect you but you call her Ching-chong, and Hoe?" Huey asked, worried that Riley actually intended to hurt Ming. "Aye, she was talkin' shit first!" Riley shouted, only pissing off Huey as well with his stupid answers.
"We all know that's bullshit, she's like family nowâ€"you're not about to hurt her," Huey stood up off the couch and stared Riley down, "Fucking take a joke for once, considering you throw them all the time."
"HUEY! SHUT UP!" Riley screamed, facing towards him now, "Fuckin' talkin' to Ching-chong, not you!" Huey was about to calmly explain his idiocy but Ming surprisingly jumped up on her feet and pointed a finger at Huey, "Yes I agree, shut up."
"See nigga? Even yo' bitch is tellin' you to fuck off!" Riley screamed, then Ming pointed her finger towards Riley, "Wrong, I asked him to merely be quiet. I want him to watch." Riley confusingly glanced at Ming, unsure of her comment, "Da fuck are you tal-"
"I have not fought in a while, I beat up Chinese boys all the time," Ming explained, stretching out her limbs and rolling her shoulders, "Despite my lover's objection, I'd gladly fightâ€"outside of course, for his amusement and my own."
"You wanna take tis' shit outside?" Riley asked, baffled by her word choice.
"Yes, that is what I just said," Ming repeated, causing Huey to angrily glance in her direction, "Aite hoe, come out!" Riley marched towards the front door and Ming followed but was quickly snatched back by Huey, she could tell he was pissed, "You said_, his amusement_, who's?"
"Yours," Ming explained before rolling her eyes, "Duh, why would the dumb black boy be amused about being punched?"
"I'm not amused, you're brought here train! Not to start fights with my brother!" Huey said, increasing the volume of his voice, "I understand he can be difficult but I won't tolerate you kicking his ass in his own house!"
"But you do tolerate him making fun of me?" Ming asked, although she didn't seem bothered, "I don't care but at least be consistent, yes?" Huey angrily shook his head, "You're provoking fights, you already humiliate him fine, you don't need to consent to a fight!"
"….Does it really bother you that much?" Ming asked.
"I don't want to see a crude result between you and him, however it may turn out," Huey sighed, squeezing her shoulders, "You especially, I don't want to see you hurt." Ming's expression turned from annoyance to surprise, before chuckling again.
"Huey! You really think he has ANYTHING on me?" Ming laughed, trying to calm herself. Huey sighed at her arrogance but before he continued Ming explained herself, "He's a kid from this suburb of wealth, I am a girl who learned Martial arts of all kinds to protect myself from criminals during my earliest yearsâ€"you think he'll win?"
"He's still some hyperactive black kid," Huey explained, doubtful that she fully comprehended the situation. Ming shrugged and broke from his grip as she walked to the door, "So you do not want me to attack him?"
"Yes, don't attack," Huey explained, "I know it's a stretch, but if you must…find a way to deal with him without harmful attacks." Ming cocked an eyebrow, turning her head towards the doorway where Riley once stood. "Pin him down, or wear him out?"
"Wear him out, if it's not too much trouble," Huey asked, but Ming couldn't help and realize the disproportionate power between the two. "You're asking for a lot, and I'm getting very littleâ€"you realize this right?"
Huey didn't agree and desired elaboration, "How so?" Ming sighed as she motioned for Huey to follow her outside, "Fact is, I have to restrain myself against someone who deserves this badly, I desire something in return."
"…What do you want?" Huey asked, hopefully she wouldn't demand intercourse. Ming smiled and thought to herself, but before she answered Huey quickly added, "Hey wait, we can decide on this IF I'm satisfied with the job."
"…..Alright, I'll give Riley my best," Ming smiled, walking out to the front lawn and smiling eagerly at Riley. Ming had noticed his obvious decrease in anger as he followed her but didn't seem to have that same agitated attitude. He actually appeared a little unsure of himself, but Ming hoped that personally he still wanted to fight her so that she could flex her muscles.
"Alright," Huey announced, soaking in the feeling of the sun finally setting over the horizon, an occasional cricket starting to chirp sounds towards the pink-to-raven colored sky, "Here's the rules, Riley you better watch where you put your hands."
The younger brother grinned before taking a stance a couple dozen feet away from Ming.
"Ming, you already know what your rules are," Huey said, spectating from afar, Ming didn't break her smirking glare from Rileyâ€"still hearing Huey but feeling no need to acknowledge him. Huey rubbed his temple before tossing his hands to the side, "Alright…..have at it."
"Have at it?" Ming repeated, confused by the statement but she quickly caught on when Riley started jumping up and down with his fists in some boxing stationary position. "Come at me, Ching-Chong!" Ming confusingly watched Riley as he needlessly hopped up and down, making silly boxing gestures as he circled her.
"What are you doing?" Ming asked, seeing some similarity in his hopping to a Bruce Lee film she once watched, "You…..think you are Bruce Lee or something? Your hopping is much too high, it's useless." Riley didn't respond and immediately rushed towards her, putting up his fists and continuing his bouncing which to Ming made him look like he was skipping towards her.
"Ha! HAHA!" Ming's laughter continued as Riley came towards her, upon realizing she was laughing his anger sparked again and he swung his right fist towards her laughing face, "Stupid ass hoe!" Ming quickly moved her right foot slightly behind her and used her left hand to grab his arm. Riley didn't even realize it but as she dodged and grabbed he suddenly felt a breath-taking twist in his wrist. Ming then lowered her twisting grasp and his body unwillingly followed as he was forced to make a flip and land somewhat harshly on his back.
Ming had grabbed and flipped him on his back via some wrist grab.
"What th- *cough*, eh, the fuck?" Riley said, astonished by his sudden predicament on the ground. Ming looked down at him with that familiar smirk on her face, she then looked over at Huey who with his arms folded looking back at her.
"You had enough?" Ming asked, "Because I have not."
"Yo' where you learn dat!" Riley grabbed at her legs but felt Ming's hands clasps his before swinging him up on his feet, and then kicking his legs and forcing him to fall back on the grass. Ming seemed to be enjoying herself as she walked away from Riley, knowing his movements as he jumped on her back but he immediately felt her bend over and forced Riley to fall off and slam into the ground.
"Not as fun as I thought," Ming said. Riley confusingly got up and attempted to hit her, but again she grabbed his wrist and made a huge circular motion which forced him to jump up and nail himself into the ground. Huey watched as Riley continuously tried to attack her but she just tossed him onto the ground in one way or another, Ming walking back and forth a smirk glued on her face as she again took her foot and deliberately tripped Riley.
After a while, Riley ceased his fighting and breathed heavily as his left cheek remained stationed in the grassâ€"being tripped for a 26th time. Ming with her hands behind her back watched him, waiting for him to jump up at her but he didn't.
"You give up?" Ming asked, watching his body puff and shrink on the ground as Riley tried to catch his breath. Riley slowly arouse from the groundâ€"with minor injuriesâ€"and looked over at Ming, his body feeling too tired and insufficient to beat her, "Y-Yeah…..i'm out."
"That means you should apologize for threatening me, your 'almost' sister," Ming demanded. Riley looked to his shoes before back up at her and nodding, "Sorry…Ming." Ming snapped her fingers in delight as she heard that, "Oh okay, everything is fine now."
"Yes, Ming," Riley huffed as he slowly made his way passed Huey and towards the door. Ming blinked before realizing something, "Oh Riley, you can still say 'Ching-chong', I like the nickname." Riley oddly watched her approach Huey and talk about something, he sighed as he stretched his back out and walked back insideâ€"trying not to be noticed.
"Satisfied with my rough Aikido?" Ming whispered, her body abnormally close to Huey's.
"Yes, you handled it better than I thought," Huey watched her arms slowly arise and wrap around his lower waist. Ming smirked at his commentâ€"although a little hard for Huey to see considering her heightâ€"her hands merely rubbing his backside but not embracing in a hug. Huey remained stagnated, curious at her levels of so-so flirtation. He felt her head rest on his chest as she slowly moved to a coupled squeeze.
"At 11 o' clock, I want you to come downstairs and join meâ€"without the others knowing," Ming explained to him, her mind wandering excitedly but she was careful not to show itâ€"not wanting to spoil the surprise. Huey thought carefully about the directions, taking his own hand and placing in on top of her head, "When everyone will be asleep."
"Yes," Ming looked up at him with joyful desperation, "I want us to do this, every Sunday night at the exact same time."
"Is this someth-"
"I do not want to spoil it," Ming quickly explained, looking back down at his chest in embarrassment. Huey couldn't help but swallow an ever-persistent buildup of salivaâ€"swallowing which was ever-more audible to Ming. The Chinese girl then separated from Huey rather abruptly and without saying anything else. She rushed in the houseâ€"careful not to look backâ€"and tried to find Riley, just to shrug off some of the embarrassment.
'_I don't think he wants to do it,'_ Ming thought to herself, quickly looking back at the empty doorway before rushing up the stairs,_ 'I'll have to make sure I don't mess it up.'_
Huey picked at his fingernail while he contemplated the situations Ming was likely to force onto him, unfortunately nothing seemed that good. While he enjoyed her body, her hard-headedness to engage in direct sexual penetration coupled with her either careless or disregard for protection against reproductive consequences bothered him.
'_Of course I want sex, but it's a fucking Asian baby-momma I don't want,_' Huey watched a very dissembled and nearly transparent cloud float by in the now near darkening purple sky, isolated and different from the rest of the clear stratosphere._ 'There's a good possibility that sex symbolizes something deeper in China, knowing how sentimental they are about miniscule shit.'_
"Well, what are you up to?" Huey heard a voice emit, from the sidewalk. At first he hadn't recognized it it but he looked up and quickly remembered it's origin, "Nothing much, Michael." His black friend Michael Ceaser approached him with a friendly smile.
"I was wandering around and next thing I know I'm at your house, dude," Michael said, reaching his hand out in co-ordination with Huey's for a quick handshake. Huey was a little stunned by his presence, any contact with any close friend pre-Ming's contact just felt foreign. It was another glaring reminder that Ming had changed him in a mere couple days, but admittedly it seemed more like the relationship started long beforeâ€"at the first kickball game.
"Then I see you, staring at the ground," Michael laughed, stuffing his hands in his pockets for warmth, "It was a little hard to see at first, it's almost night nowâ€"but I assumed you're looking for CIA tracking devices."
Huey rolled his eyes at his sarcasm before nodding his head, "Well I was staring at the groundâ€"albeit because I was pondering, not looking."
"Wanna tell me why?" Michael asked, nodding his head towards the sidewalk.
"Sure," Huey said, walking with Michael Ceaser on the sidewalk and away from the house, he could see the benefits of talking to someone else new for onceâ€"thankfully a more intelligent black person.
They walked down the now darkened streets, the neighborhood just barely illuminated by the now activating lampposts and dark bluish sky. Huey had kept quiet for a second, contemplating how to proceed on the bothersome subject. Michael waited impatiently, never being more excited whenever Huey felt the need to ask him for some form of advice or interrogation.
"Is this questioning, or walking?" Michael asked.
"…..Alright, what if I was dating a White girl, how would you view me?" Huey asked, relaxing himself a little as Michael laughed and teetered on the question, "Aren't you already, at least halfway?" Huey felt dumbfounded by the response before snarling upon realization, "Jasmine is still black, even if she has more white blood, society views her and even a little darker version like me to be blackâ€"as if I mind."
"Alright, well she is p-"
"Wait, who the fuck cares I'm not dating her," Huey pointed out quickly, immediately thinking of how Ming and Jasmine would even interact with each other. Michael quickly slapped Huey on the shoulder, "Right dude, well anyways it would be funny in a hypocritical wayâ€"considering your hate for 'Whitey' and all."
"I don't hate white people, I just hate ignorance which usually goes hand-in-hand with white people so you might have a point," Huey grinned, find the humor in his own statement as Michael blew it off.
"Anyways, what if I was dating a Hispanic girl?" Huey asked, not really caring personally as he inched himself towards the subject. Michael's lips curled deviously before cocking his eyebrow and tilting his head to the side, "They have nice assists, a lot like black girls, and easy to understand with a black person." Huey glared at him, seeing his eyes wander a bit as he tried to conjure up the words to describe his answer, "But their assists….major emphasis on the 'ass' part, is greatâ€"it's my dream girl, man."
"You have a thing for Latinas?" Huey asked.
"Hell yeah dude, how'd you know?" Michael asked, causing Huey to shrug humorously, "The way you describe them is like you were in heaven, you watch a little too much porn dude." Michael immediately looked around embarrassingly, scratching his scalp to ease himself.
"Asian girls, what do you think of them?" Huey said, now spitting out the truthful question.
Michael grinned before shrugging, "Not the typical question for a Black guy."
Huey stuck out his lip and nodded, agreeing with the statement, "It isn't, unless they're Filipino or Japanese but in this case I mean say…..Korean, or Chinese."
"East Asians, right?" Michael asked for clarification.
"Yeah, what do you think about that?" Huey asked, again getting a brief silence from Michael. He seemed a little tongue twisted and didn't have much of an answer, or at least was trying to alter his original.
"Well there are hardly any Asians here, we don't live in the West Coast," Michael pointed out before rubbing his chin, "I know back in Brooklyn there was some but us and the Hispanics were pretty indifferent about them."
"What do you mean?" Huey asked, "You just ignored them?"
"No, there's a few of them on East and South sides of Brooklyn but….they were just weird, they owned the Chinese food and liquor stores," Michael explained, Huey carefully analyzed his back-and-forth expressions. "Especially with the Chinese and Koreans, nobody liked them back in the 90's but…..now they're just kind of there, watching us as we enter their stores and always keeping their kids away from us and the Mexicans," Michael explained carefully, "I hesitate to say racists, they're just…..naive, I guess?"
"What about being in a relationship with their girls?" Huey asked, getting a curious glance from Michael, "That doesn't happen, the Mexicans, Blacks, and some Whites don't talk to them, and they didn't talk to usâ€"it's an unspoken agreement."
"Oh…..so you di-"
"Wait, I knew a black dude who had dated a Japanese girl, but the Japanese were small and few, different and I couldn't tell them from another so I can't be specificâ€"you should ask someone from Oakland, Berkeley, or South of San Francisco but not here," Michael shrugged, digging in his pocket for a piece of gum.
"What would happen if…..I were to date one?" Huey asked, to which Michael shrugged again, "I wouldn't give a shit because I know you understand Asian culture, but after half of the Black community shuts the fuck up from making _'Ching-chong, ding-dong'_ noises at you, then everyone would probably wonder what you see exactly, or If their parents have shot at you, yet."
"Agreed, my girl's grandfather purportedly don't trust me for shit, and Riley won't cut out the Bruce Lee sound effects," Huey groaned.
"…Your girl? Wait, you're dating someone?!" Michael exclaimed, Huey immediately realized his error and covered his face in humiliation, "And she's Asian?!" Huey sighed and nodded, "Yeah you caught me, I'm dating a Chinese girl."
"Holy shit, what Chinese girl? There's like….a couple of them here," Michael asked, immediately energized by the uncovered facts. "She's a foreign girl, came some days ago but I met her over a year ago." Michael immediately began to giggle and nod his head excitedly, "How good is her English? What store does her parent's own here? Does she wear a Sailor suit?"
"Great, none, and no that's Japanese," Huey correct, Michael eagerly grabbed his shoulders, "You nabbed some Asian chick, you must have Yellow Fever."
Huey shook his head harshly at the inevitable mention of that, "No I don't, she wasn't even that attractive to me when I met her….but she grew on me and despite my efforts I can't take my hands off her."
"Holy shit, you're probably scaring her with your big black hands," Michael teased, throwing his hands on Huey's shoulders and shaking him around, jokingly.
"Nonsense, she's not that kind of Asian," Huey correct, removing his hands from his shoulders, "She's interested in Western culture, her Grandfather is wealthy but she originated from the poorâ€"she's basically a Dragon Lady in training."
"Where does she live?" Michael asked.
"With us, she competes in International Kickball tournaments and was brought to me for training, as crazy as that sounds you have to believe me," Huey explained, although Michael didn't seem to mystified by this.
"Whatever, I can't wait to see the reaction on everyone's face tomorrow as we get our first foreign student, and the 3rd Asian in our class," Michael said, enthralled by the situation, "Wait, don't tell everyone just yetâ€"I need to assess the situation and see how people treat her."
"They'll make jokes and ask questions, then again we don't even know if she'll be in our class or not, it's a 1/6th chance with 7th grade classes," Michael reminded Huey, offering a piece of gum to him which he promptly rejected.
"I hope she does well, she'll be sent back to China by the end of the year I think," Huey grumbled, feeling an ache in his stomach as he said that.
"Wait….then who cares? She'll be as good as gone by the end of the year, if you get attached you'll only make it hard on yourself," Michael cautiously pointed out, Huey wanted to close his ears as he painfully explained the truth. "She earlier talked about devising a plan but I haven't a clue how it will work, her Grandfather is a member of America's Debt Holding Club."
Michael blankly looked at him before realizing the joke, "Oh, he's a People's Republican of China official?"
"I was over-exaggerating, they don't hold much debt at all actually, and it's Republic, not Republican," Huey quickly fixed before chuckling to himself, "They're not THAT evil, that's for sure." Michael nodded and looked behind him, realizing they had walked a long-while and that it was getting late. Suddenly he had become conscious of the environment, it was pitch dark and some neighbors of Caucasian description had come out to stare cautiously.
"…..Dude, what's the time?" Huey asked.
"Hmm…," Michael withdrew his iPhone and quickly spotted the time, "Its 10:59, Post Meridiem by the way."
"Shit," Huey grumbled before turning around, "I was supposed to be downstairs with Ming at Eleven!"
"Downstairs? You're already watching movies together?" Michael asked, following Huey as he speed walked back to his home. "I don't know what she has planned, she's already groping me and talking about sex."
"Lucky bastard," Michael grumbled.
"Dude don't follow me, you should go home and sleep," Huey said, quickening his pace.
"Hell no, I want to see this foreign chick of yours, I'll be thinking about it all night if I don't," Michael laughed, trying to keep up.
-At the Freeman's Residence- -
Huey banged on the door softly as Michael ran up to the doorway beside him. Huey could tell that everyoneâ€"besides Mingâ€"was likely asleep due to the lack of noise and the only source of light coming from downstairs. Judging by its constant slithering and flickering, it was probably some kind of candle. The boys could hear somewhat loud stomping coming towards the door, for some reason the two kids immediately stepped back from the door which swiftly opened inwards.
"Woah….," Michael gasped as he looked up and down at the girl in the doorway.
Ming looked incredibly pissed off.
She stood there in the doorway with a very sexy Chinese 'qipao' going all the way up to her hips and highlighting her now apparent hourglass figureâ€"at least hip-wise. Her hair had been done in a bun which was held together by a blue ribbon. Her actual shoulder-less qipao dress was a silky white, pattered with blue flowers. She looked a lot more sexually stereotypical in an Oriental manner.
"I said, Eleven o' clock! Not Eleven twenty-eight!" She screamed at Huey, then looking over at the other more mysterious black kid. Judging by his hair she at first thought it was Riley, but remembering that he was asleep and further examination of the hair, she understood it was some friend of his.
"Wow, you're a knock-out," Michael said, observing her body_, 'Not much in the chest department but makes up with everything else.'_
"She doesn't normally wear such tight and revealing dresses," Huey announced, perfecting the cue for Ming's angry glare at him.
"You were off fucking around when you should have been here! You need to say NOTHING!" Ming scolded, shocking Huey in her language as he had never heard her use 'fucking' in English before.
"…..Oh it's that serious," Huey said before awkwardly walking inside the house, Michael humorously watched him submit to her before turning around and tipping his head towards him. Doing the 'Black people nod'.
"Have fun, I'm sure you'll have a dull night," Michael joked, his eyebrows popping up and down.
"What the hell does that mean!" Ming asked, clinching her fists. Michael quickly frowned at her response and quickly backed away from her.
"Ming, he's being sarcasticâ€"look I'll see you tomorrow and we can have a real introduction and everything," Huey promised, gesturing for him to leave. Ming huffed and glared at him backing away before smiling again, "Alright sure, hey Ming, I'm Michael Cea-"
Ming quickly slammed the door upon realizing the time she was wasting time listening to him and walked away from Huey. The black kid was stunned in her rudeness but slowly followed, the entire house was dark and the only lights were coming from the living room. He walked towards the coffee table where the candles had been set, four fat candles with weirdâ€"presumably Chinese writingâ€"wrapped around it.
Huey was enthralled by the table in front of him, with the candles at each corner, an Chinese-looking jade teapot in the middle with two white cups, and two small plates with soy sauce in a tiny saucer and nicely designed chopsticks. Huey looked over at the couch which had two huge white pillows from the closet, presumably for them to sit on.
"Get changed! I want sweat pants and a shirt, take off your jacket!" He heard Ming scream from the kitchen. He questioned the volume of her demands if she was truly intending to keep Granddad and Riley asleep, following her orders and digging in the downstairs laundry room for some clothes he might have left in the dryer.
He quickly changed, just going along with the process and found himself in a long white shirt and black track pants. He could hear Ming messing with some things in the kitchen before ending abruptly, Huey silently rushed to the couch and took a seat.
The entire house being dark besides the candle illuminated living room felt exotic, but oddly awkward like a haunted house. He couldn't help but think Riley and Granddad was watching him in the shadows.
"At least you can do some things I ask, sometimes," Ming mumbled, holding a semi-large platter of dumplings, presumably pot stickers.
"How did you get potstickers?"
"Mr. Freeman drove me to the Asian market shortly after you disappeared."
"You bought these for me?"
"No, I made them from scratch, for you."
Huey swallowed that again persistent saliva in his mouth as Ming emerged from the darkness and placed the platter down on the table. Huey could smell how delicious it was, he never got sick of food like potstickers. Ming eyed him disappointedly as she walked over and sat down beside him, bitterly grabbing her chopsticks and digging into the platter.
Huey watched her carefully, feeling sour himself on disappointing her so much but he couldn't help and also be overjoyed that this was merely a late-night snack and not something pushing his hormones. At least not completely, her Chinese outfit kept drawing his stares.
"Your qipao," Huey said, calling for her attention, "I didn't know they made them for younger people."
Ming looked over and sighed before grabbing the teapot and pouring more of the white tea into her cup, then distributing some to Huey's after he quickly finished his cup. "They don't usually, this was custom made for me when doing a school presentation."
Huey's eyes widened, again examining the non-existent sleeves which showed off her shoulders, and the fact that the garment only covered her posteriorâ€"her legs and thighs completely revealed.
"Your qipao is beautiful, it's very sexy on you," Huey admitted, getting an awkward glance from Ming, "I don't mind the complement, if only it didn't sound so forced."
Huey shook his head enthusiastically and chuckled, "Absolutely not, I'm dead serious…..I can't take my eyes off it, and you." Ming blushed by the overwhelmingly positive complement, she didn't expect him to be so direct. Instinctively she shook her shoulders and popped her eyebrows, stationing a pot sticker in front of her lips, "Perhaps in a minute you can tell me how good the fabric feels."
"But, I can't imagine strict Chinese schools allowing you to wear this at a play," Huey pointed out to which Ming quickly sipped her tea and laughed to herself.
"Of course they didn't, when I told them what outfit I wanted to wear my Grandfather was called up and…..wow, he beat me on the spot. I had told the makers and designers what I had wanted and my Grandfather paid for it without paying much attention to what exactly I asked for, and after beating me he got me some ugly pink and green one with sleeves and huge dark pink baggy pants," Ming grinned, putting the cup down.
"But after finding out that I would see you, I couldn't help but dig it out and bring it to you," Huey smiled a little to himself upon hearing this, it was surely satisfying to be the center of one girl's attention, "It worked, and I like your hair in a bun as well."
"Eh, I wouldn't wear it around like this, sometimes it's too much maintenance," Ming said, looking over at Huey directly and observing his new clothing and that stern yet neutral glare of hisâ€"she met it with a smile. "School starts tomorrow, so I wish us the best of study, but first I want us to enjoy the night," Ming scooted over a little, sitting right next to him.
Huey glanced down at her body again, the white qipao with blue flowers and design and her light-beige looking legs tanned with the orange flare of the candles aroused him.
Then again, that was her intention.
"Feel me," Ming said, tapping Huey's hand and twisting her body towards him so that she was facing him with her thighs squishing against each other, "Play with my qipao if you want to." Huey knew he couldn't reject sanely, and that damn outfit and hairstyle just kept pulling his attention.
His hand reached out and softly felt the neck-pads on her outfit, his fingers digging in-between the suit and her neck. Ming blushed and carefully sat still as Huey tickled her neck and then dropped his hands around her bare shoulders.
"The zipper is on the back," Ming shuttered.
"No need to be hasty, I said I liked the qipao," Huey explained, his hands then covered the somewhat bulging area on her chest and proceeded to press his palms against her. Ming blushed madly as she reached out her left hand and carefully tried to return the favor, her hands felt around his tight stomach.
"You want me to wear this to your school tomorrow?" Ming asked, feeling Huey's hands make butterflies in her stomach when he squeezed her sides.
"I don't want you to be talked about, it will be between usâ€"only I get to see and feel this," Huey said, sounding oddly demanding as he leaned his head in and signaled for a kiss. Ming smiled and puckered her lips as well, waiting intensely for their lips to connect. It turned her on immensely to be told that her body had to be restricted for him, and any alternations would be the decision of his.
Their lips connected and eagerly stuck together as their tongues seemed to be the junction point for their slobber and eager oral fondling. Ming always got a little hazy when kissing Huey, not only was it the ultimate form of defiance but more importantly it was with someone she enjoyed pleasing. Huey never thought he'd be subjected to such sexual and emotional desires, but he found himself betraying his pledge as he let his guard down for Ming.
Huey's hands slowly slipped under the qipao dress-like garment and pulled against the intruding undergarments she oddly had on. "Why did you wear underwear?" Huey asked, quickly breaking the kiss.
"Give you something to fiddle with," Ming explained, quickly locking lips with him again. Huey smiled briefly and Ming took the opportunity to lick his lips erotically before bending her head down and licking obsessively at his neck. Huey held her head for a minute as he sunk himself in enjoyment over the licking, while his right hand remained under her qipao.
"Your underwear feels oddly damp," Huey explained.
"Oddly?" Ming chuckled before taking her own hand and slipping it in his sweat pants, "Are you using that Riley-logic? You should know why."
"I do," Huey admitted, pulling the fabric of her underwear away to expose her glossy orbs protecting her pinker entrance, "But it was quick, you must've thought about me while I was gone." Ming embarrassingly remained quiet, still feeling around his own private aspects and only getting minor shivers from Huey.
"It's a good thing, we must legitimately love each other," Huey said, taking his index finger and pushing aside her lower lips and pushing in his larger finger. Ming gripped his shoulder before continuing on, using his soft boxers to create swifter friction as she proceeded to stimulate him.
"Stop trying to please me all the time," Huey demanded, taking his hand off her hair-bun and pulling her own hand out of his pants and pushing Ming back down on the couch. She could feel his finger accidentally slip out of her as she collapsed on her back.
"You're fingers are so big," Ming whispered, feeling overwhelmed by the likelihood of mass-pleasure she'd be receiving.
"I'll be confiscating your underwear," Huey grabbed the small flaps of her qipao and threw them upwards to see her lower crotch. Huey kneeled down a little and grabbed the sides of her garment, pulling the underwear only half way down her legs before stopping at her knees, "Actually I think this looks cute right here."
"I hope it's to your satisfactory," Ming said, clasping her hands together as she felt Huey's stare at her clit for a second or two. "Of course it is Ming," Huey's fingers brushed against her labia menora and then squeezed her larger cream folds together, covering her pinker insides.
"Ming, I'm thankful for the meal, so tonight is your night exclusively," Huey said before bending down and pushed his lips against her vagina. Ming clinched her feet as the feel of his lips lock with her own vaginal lips, he blew a little air onto her clitoris and breathed in her scent.
Huey's tongue then slowly breached his open mouth and slowly slid against her sensitive insides, it's wetness dripping into the lower entrance. Ming clinched from the feeling of his tongue slowly penetrating her, before suddenly feeling it rapidly dip inside her. She reacted quickly by trying to squeeze her legs together but Huey held them, quickly lapping at her insides now.
"Huey!" Ming cried, trying her best to keep her voice down, "Its….ah, Mmmn!"
Huey could hear her cries which encouraged him to lick even deeper, her sour arousing taste made him desperate for more. Ming covered her mouth when feeling Huey suck up juices and wiggle his tongue inside her, then blowing harshly in her insides like a balloon.
Ming's left hand clasped onto Huey's scalp, using his hair as a good grip when he licked harshly. He was teasing her, sometimes he would lick around her and then dab his tongue straight inside of her. Ming's eyes darted around the dark room briefly as for a minute she thought her Grandfather was standing right next to her.
She sighed in relief before squealing a little, uncontrollably as Huey's swirling and slobbering inside of her was starting to push her over the edge.
"Yes! Huey, do it more!" Ming demanded, her lower insides tingled a bit, reminding her of the bath time they had this morning. His tongue was stellar, and much preferred over his fingers Ming realized as she felt her orgasm coming about.
"Huey! Huey I'm going to do it!" Ming cried, Huey quickly stopped and teased her, "Well have at it, I'm thirsty." He then pushed his lips back in and licked continuously inside her, Ming's head started to blur as she felt her lower muscles lose control.
"I…..I AH!" Ming let out one last gasp as he once soft feelings down-low fluttered rapidly before settling down. Huey felt very surreal about this and slowly moved away from her privates, observing the unresponsive Ming who laid there breathing heavily.
"That's it for tonight," Huey announced, popping one of the lasting pot stickers in his mouth and taking the plates to the kitchen. Ming's astonished breathing turned to a concern grin as she slowly moved up and watched Huey re-enter the living room, fixing up the table and removing things. Ming's eyes quickly caught his rather extended member stretching through his pants.
"Huey, don't pack up yet," Ming warned, but Huey ignored her and continued on. Ming was surely satisfied but she also felt unsatisfactory as only half of what she intended to do today was accomplished. Fixing her qipao a little and feeling to see if her hair-bun was still okay she wobbled to the floor and sat on her knees, similar to how a Japanese person would sit.
Huey walked back in and quickly halted when seeing her, "What's up?"
"I must give you what you want from my own mouth," Ming smiled, winking at him. Huey grinned but shook his head, refusing. Ming blinked before frowning and stretching her hands out in confusion, "Can you explain why? You also didn't want me to please you in the tub, but I got to it anyways."
"It's nothing Ming, I'm more pleased when I please you," Huey explained, but Ming knew he was lying.
"If that's the case, I would insist for my own pleasure that I please you," Ming motioned with her hands to come forth but Huey remained still, his arms folded.
"Ming, we've had enough tonight and…I don't feel comfortable with you blowing me," Huey admitted, rubbing his hair.
"Why?" Ming asked, but Huey refused to sit and talk about itâ€"walking over to the table and blowing the candles out. The room immediately went black, finding new illumination from the moonlight. "Please Ming, its dirty….and not suitable for you to put your delicate mouth on."
Ming felt extraordinarily complimented by such honest words, but then found disapproval in the way he simply belittled himself.
"Can I at least kiss it good night? Just one kiss, I won't suck on it," Ming asked honestly, arising to her feet and grabbing on Huey so that he wouldn't leave. "I'll even sleep with my qipao on if you let me, I just can't bear to not pay you back."
"As long as you say you love me it's fine," Huey told her, but Ming didn't let him loose, "C'mon Ming, I don't need you to kiss my dick for me to get you're willingly. Just your willingness to do it is enough."
"You know, an African Proverb once said 'Love has to be shown by deeds not words'," Ming quickly reminded him, causing Huey to pause for a minute. "I would love to say it to you, but we'd both love it if I just….did it."
"I find it impressive that you'd quote an African proverb, so I'll think on it," Huey said, turning around and feeling for her shoulders. Then he turned her around and unzipped her qipao, Ming realized what he was doing as she then tried to wiggle out of it.
"Your Asian garment is far too attractive and expensive for you to wear to bed," Huey said, pulling it off of her, "Besides, I thought we agreed on naked sleeping."
"It's not a representation of wealth you know?" Ming reminded him.
"But it's white? Such a color with its pattern is seen as expensive," Huey explained, tossing in on his shoulders and leaving Ming naked with only her underwear onâ€"but it didn't matter considering it was almost pitch black.
"How about this, I'll wear it and other clothing I have whenever you're home, so long as I can give _'it' _a good night kiss," Ming offered, but Huey wasn't sold, "That 'it' is my penis I presume?"
"Just tell me why you're so against me pleasing you," Ming said, rubbing his shoulders, "And then I can see what I can do to help you."
AN: Question for viewers and reviewers, would you rather the characters have direct intercourse soon? Or perhaps no sex at all and it can remain where it's at. This story again is a Lemon story but the plot will get heavy soon so I question if readers would prefer a sex sequence or more build up?
Review and see Chapter next time.