"Why do you refuse my offerings to please you?" Ming asked, following Huey in the dark as he hung up her qipao in the downstairs closet. She was almost bare naked, with her underwear being the only item of clothing remaining on her body. She sensed Huey shift around her and stick a finger in her bun, then pulling it and letting the hair fall down to her shoulders.
"Come on, I need an answer," Ming demanded.
"There's too many dilemmas; you could get hurt, my fluids could leak, we're not ready until I say so," Huey explained, tapping his fingers on the stairwell's handle. Ming followed the noise and accompanied Huey up the stairs, but she wasn't satisfied with that answer.
"You're too uptight, it makes no sense."
"The last thing I want to do is fuck you the night before school, it's already later than usual," Huey noted, bummed by the the glowing 11:01pm on the clock. Ming climbed onto the bed with Huey, excusing him as he crawled the closest to the wall.
"I'm starting to think that you don't like me as much as you say," Ming groaned and slid into the covers bitterly, "You are trying to save your first time for someone else."
"Ming, you know that's bullshit."
"Then prove me wrong."
"I have no condoms."
"No, let me taste you from below."
Huey frowned at her alluring comment, an ever-occurring thought of Ming with some form of infection on her tongue was haunting. He could almost hear Riley shout, 'You only live once, Nigga!' and unfortunately that _Riley-logic_ sounded pretty nice right now. Something about a black dick in the mouth of an East-Asian girl sounded inevitable for medical issues or disease, he couldn't explain it himself but however attractive, just didn't feel right for the two races.
Perhaps he _is_ racist.
"You think too much," Ming scolded, still sitting up in the bed and watching Huey stare at the sheets, "I can already see you looking at all your choices regarding sex."
Huey looked at her and then his eyes rolled back down to the pillows as he felt the urge to simply let go of his issues. "Tell me what bothers you," Ming asked, resting a hand in his afro and fiddling her hair through its fuzzy rows.
"What bothers me is that you might get sick," Huey's mind danced scarcely around the subject of sexually transmitted diseases or infections.
"Like a sex-disease?" Ming questioned, Huey shook his head, "Yes."
"Don't worry yourself about such things, you have tasted me already and I have no problem returning the favor," Ming explained before cuddling in with Huey, resting his head on her chest. "Look at this from my perspective: you are a girl in China, who has to study and tire herself out from a sport you did not choose to play, who was only ever beaten by a cute black boy, but was quickly scolded and punished after."
Huey immediately jumped at the mention of that, locking his eyes with hers, "Punished you how?"
"He hit me a lot, its nothing new to be honest," Ming explained before silencing the further questioning from Huey and pushing his head back down, "That black boy is the only one who ever fit to your standards, and you think about him and love for every night, but you have to wake up to a cruel Grandfather who uses your skills as a means to impress his friends and gamble with his enemies. You are told you'll never see the black boy again, who lives in that beautiful country called 'America', which by the way 'America' in Chinese-Mei guo-literally means Beautiful country."
"I've heard about that bullshit once," Huey snarled, "Beautiful if you're white."
"Anyways, your father tells you that the only person who ever beat you will now be your trainer, that black boy from the beautiful country. What would you do?" Ming asked, scratching his scalp which made Huey shutter, "Yes I know, you'd try and develop a relationship."
"So imagine how you'd feel if the lover of yours says he returns the feelings, but doesn't let you do anything?" Ming asked, immediately stopping the scratching. Huey didn't answer because anything besides the obvious would be stupid to say, but he had to express his feelings on the subject.
"I simply don't want an STI or an STD," Huey reminded her, "But if we're on the same page, then there's no reason to avoid this anymore." Ming's body stiffened at his clearance for sex and direct intimate relations. Her face was stern as she grabbed his bare shoulders and pulled her mouth to his ear, softly blowing in it for a minute-then she whispered:
"Then let me do, sucky-sucky fo' you."
"You know, a Vietnamese whore said that right? Are you Vietnamese now?"
"...Well, they make good Pho don't they? Does not sound too bad," Ming joked, observing his half-silhouetted face from the projecting lamp.
"I know racism is kind-of a useless term for Chinese people because you don't comprehend it in an American sense, but don't go around saying those things-its a the dream of every fat white nerd to hear that from their yellow prostitutes," Huey explained, cringing at her stellar impersonations of broken English mixed with her already obvious_ English isn't the first language_ accent.
"If you insist," Ming announced a little disappointingly before laying back into the bed, "Jiaozi can go fuck, I should have made Pho instead."
"You didn't say that right," Huey said, feeling oddly reactionary to the statement, "Its 'jiaozi can go fuck itself', you forgot the 'itself' part."
He could hear Ming quietly groan to herself and remain quiet.
"But don't worry, you usually don't make mistakes," Huey stated, resting his eyes slowly, "Its later-start Monday tomorrow so school starts an hour and thirty-minutes later than it normally does." Ming seemed to laugh to herself at the idea before reaching over and turning off the lamp, she disregarded that as another odd thing in America.
"Good night, Huey."
The black kid's pupils shifted towards her presumed darkened location as he felt her warm hand rest on his flaccid penis. Like her, he decided to sleep naked tonight without even questioning it. He enjoyed her touching him, her fingers softly shifted around his balls with her palm covering his small length.
Huey's hands then found its way slowly around her thighs and as she slowly parted her legs, he rested his hands on her folds. Ming felt his finger remained stationed in-between her orbs, realizing his retaliation against her own actions.
_'Mutually assured pleasure,'_ Huey thought, knowing Ming likely had a huge smiled stretched across her face.
**-Monday Morning-**
"Xūn ròu?" Ming asked, "Its called beh...con, right?"
"What now?" Mr. Freeman questioned, observing her chew the crunchy meat. Huey looked over from across the table and nodded, "Yes, bacon."
"It tastes...salty," Ming analyzed, chewing the rest of it up before licking her lips and slowly finding herself drawn to the taste, "I need another piece, its very thin and much more salty and crunchy!" Huey poked at his cheesy eggs mixed with bacon pieces in it, he found himself glancing up at the girl every second.
Huey again watched as her cute bronze lips hovered above and her teeth snapped the brown piece of bacon. His eyes then dropped to her throat as it pulsed and sucked in briefly, then his eyes went back to her face as a whole. Her slightly brownish, olive yellow-like skin-tone stretching against her lunar crest-like jaw and dimples. Her jet-black hair resting as a backdrop behind her head with her light blue atmospheric glow around her well brushed bristles.
Huey realized that all he did for most of his experiences with her is analyze her. He kept looking at her and observing her beautiful Eastern features coupled with her strong yet youth-like stature.
The best part to him, is that this creation of beauty was willingly to be an advocate for him. But then his head dropped back down to his plate. Huey questioned why he was so fascinated with her, he was aware and educated in the universe that is 'Asia's Cultures', so he shouldn't have been so interested and yet he was. He already knew the answers to his Asian questions but he wanted to ask them anyways, just to hear Ming's answer.
He yearned to study Confucianism and contrast it with Buddhism with her.
To have tea with her again, after a match of Kung-Fu or some such action.
To debate the objectives and reason of China's Military and Economic rise, and oddly enough he enjoyed then lecturing her about how _She's in the West_ now and how more reasonable Western culture is to humans-unless you're Black.
The novelty of having this Asian girl entrust a Black family to take care of her, then fall in love with one of its members was too baffling for him.
He just enjoyed the opportunity to put himself in this bubble.
'I think I'm becoming an Asiaphile, or is that the appropriate term? I don't have Yellow Fever, Ming's the only Asian I ever really fell in love with, but the culture...the culture,' Huey looked at her again but shockingly she had already been staring back at him, an innocent smile on her face.
Perhaps this wouldn't be such a big deal to him if he were from the West Coast instead.
She seemed to despise or disregard her own culture, so attempting to engage in Asian studies seemed to be a one-sided thing-but its worth a shot.
"Ming, after school I'm going to the library," Huey announced, "I want another book."
"That's how you sho' the bitch, America?" Riley asked in disbelief.
"The_ bitch_?!" Mr. Freeman screeched.
"Normally he calls me 'hoe', I know they're bad but I like the names. It's_ Riley_ after all, he means no harm," Ming casually said, only igniting Mr. Freeman further. Riley held his arms folded with a worried look on his face. "Granddad, its not the 60's anymore, women don't mind it."
"Says who?" Mr. Freeman asked.
Huey noticed Ming was again obsessively reading something on her little phone, likely another passage about 'American sayings' and such ridiculousness. She smirked before looking at Riley and Mr. Freeman argue, "Yeah, take him to De-tro-eet!" (Detroit).
Huey immediately rolled his eyes and walked away, getting his backpack and motioning for Ming to follow him. The girl eagerly followed him after grabbing her backpack and clasping Riley's shoulder thus pulling him away from the fuming Grandfather.
The trio walked to the Light-rail underground station but it was extraordinarily awkward with Riley being the main cause. First it started out with silent but playful hand touching sessions from Ming, Huey subtly accepted it every time their fingers brushed against each other-Riley was quick to loudly point that out.
Then Huey tried to clasp hands with each other but that also failed because Riley accused them loudly on the train of being 'gay', which didn't make any sense but they disregarded him, irritated. Ming and Huey hurriedly exited the station and tried walking away as quickly as possible but Riley caught up with them and shouted obscenities.
"Hey Riley, I forgot where school is: Graham Way or King Street?" Huey asked, grabbing Ming's shoulders and letting Riley walk in front of them.
"I dunno, I think its King but I ain't bitchin' if we don't get there," Riley said, walking slightly ahead of Huey. Huey groaned before trying to suggest the other, "I think its actually Graham, so lets try that one first."
"You've gone to this school before and you don't remember where to go?" Ming asked, but Huey put a finger to his lips. The Chinese girl frowned at him in confusion before feeling a hand rest softly on her tailbone covered by her blue spandex daisy-dukes. Her lips curled in satisfied realization as she felt his hand cup her curvy behind. His body managed to move closer and she welcomed it as he groped her in public, but discreetly as her mind fluttered with that 'freedom' shock again.
"I'm just making him walk ahead of us," Huey muttered in her ear, his hand gripping her firm right buttock and moving it around, "I approve of this cute summer-looking outfit you wore, shows off your legs and shoulders well." He was referring to the stellar outfit she wore, oddly Californian feeling, with light-blue daisy duke shorts, and a white tank-top stripped with pink and blue colors around the shirt.
Due to the heat, skin on her revealed body (such as shoulders and chest) had darkened a little bit to match the already established color on her face which went from a palish-white to an olive-yellow._ 'She tanned rather quickly,'_ Huey thought to himself, staring at her olive colored neck bone.
"I feel your staring, Huey," Ming whispered, turning towards him and locking her eyes, "WÇ' xÇ huan nÇ de yÇŽnjÄ«ng."
"WÇ' xÇ huan nÇ de Tà idù," Huey replied, complimenting her stature in return for her complement about his eyes as Ming leaned over and pecked his unresponsive lips. Ming looked at him blankly before blushing and turning back around, used to Huey not giving back that 'direct affection' she so willingly gave him.
"You are playing hard to get," Ming said, revealing her suggestive smirk, "Even if you say you love me, I have to make much effort to get a strong reaction."
"Hard to get?" Huey asked, baffled she knew that phrase, "You know what that means?"
"Yes, all Chinese do I think. We watch American movies you know?" Ming explained to her best ability, seeing Huey satisfied with her answer, "Will Smith said it a couple of times, means someone who doesn't want to reveal everything to their love partner-yet."
"Yo, what are y'all doin'?!" Riley shouted.
Huey glared back at him before realizing both himself and Ming had foolishly stepped into the middle of the street. Cars honked wildly as kids indifferently hopped out of the vehicles and waved goodbye to their rushing parents. As Huey realized his sudden predicament, Ming had already locked hands with him and swiftly dragged him across the street in a flash.
The black kid was stunned by the speed in which Ming pulled him, considering her own strength as he suddenly found himself nearly falling on the ground if it weren't for Ming holding his arm upwards.
"Shit, that's some strength I didn't know you had," Huey complemented, stepping up and adjusting himself. Riley looked at him confusingly before staring over at Ming who seemed to be staring down the school building.
"American Junior Secondary School buildings...they are so...nice," Ming seemed to say to herself as she analyzed the place. Looked more like a political office or a museum to her, its newly done cream colored modern stone designs with fake polished wooden designs being the outline for the nearly all-glass hallway entrance. Ming's eyes shifted towards the huge sign saying "Oxford Middle School-Home of the Knights", below it had an odd electronic board sign giving news updates and temperatures.
"I cannot believe this is a school, looks more like a...political office of some sort," Ming could tell that Huey hadn't a clue what she was talking about. Huey then stood in front of her and held his hand out, towards the building.
"Welcome to the breeding grounds for America's narcissistic bastards and apologist white people," Huey preached, walking through the small traffic of children entering the front door. Ming watched the children enter, like their downtown stroll, there were so many White children and occasional Black children.
"So many laowai around here," Ming muttered, staring down each passing kid who also returned her stares with their own awkward looks. She had that strong look in her face so she wasn't bothered by the children who glared back at her.
"Never have I seen so many Whites and Blacks in my life," Ming said, clinging next to Huey like she walked into a dangerous neighborhood.
"If you're in the United States, wouldn't that make you the laowai?" Huey asked, but Ming didn't reply as she tugged onto his arm and he guided her to the classroom. The bell had rung and children took their seats with Ming sitting down next to Huey, sharing the duo-desk. The teacher, Mr. Thompson who was a tall blonde man with a tacky brown and red patterned suit glanced over at Ming before raising an eye-brow.
"What class do you belong to?" He asked, halting his writing on the dry-erase board. Ming didn't know he was talking to her, she had been distracted with the posters on the classroom walls: drawings, writings in English, "Think Differently" with Steve Jobs (never would see that in China), American man on the Moon, and...
"Girl, little girl," The teacher repeated, Ming then calmly looked over at him-a little unsure as to what he wanted, "Yes, sir?" He smiled at her politeness before again repeating, "What class do you belong to? Certainly not this one." The students in the class then started to look in her direction, some students confused to her lack of a response and whispering about it, some of the more rowdy black kids started to smirk to themselves.
"This class, Mr. T-Thom...Thom-pah-k-."
"Thompson, this is the foreign exchange student from China, you should know about her if you read that little list on your desk, the one you're required to read to yourself every morning," Huey rudely stated, which was nothing new for his teacher or the students as he picked up the list and glanced down the morning schedule, seeing the note about the Chinese exchange student.
"Oh, why then come up and tell us something about yourself, Ming," Mr. Thompson said, with a warm smile but some of the students knew it was fake. Ming looked around the class briefly before agreeing and stepping up from her desk, Huey quickly grabbed her attention, "Are you sure about this?"
"When the jiaoshi gives me an order, I do as I am told," Ming said, slightly quietly and in ear-shot of the two kids behind him who snickered at the statement-they quickly stopped when Huey gave his 'death glare.' Mr. Thompson sat back in his chair and his eyes followed Ming as he sipped his coffee.
"My name is Long-Dou Ming, I am from Hong Kong but raised for half of my life in Shanghai, I am age twelve," Ming announced. The students immediately caught on to her Chinese accent but was quickly impressed by her stellar English skills.
"Your English is stellar," Mr. Thompson quickly commented, unaware of the slight frown he got from Huey.
"Yes, I am from Hong Kong," Ming restated, in a someone 'duh' type attitude. Ming's eyes glanced around the room, and she quickly found three interesting students, East-Asians of some sort. She tried not to look directly at them and likewise them, except for one girl with her hair in a ponytail and thin glasses smiling eagerly at her.
"Ms. Long-Dou, would you like to receive questions?" The teacher asked, Ming quickly noticed Huey shaking his head from side-to-side, denouncing the idea quietly. "Yeah, of course I would," Ming answered, keeping her eyes locked with Huey's-his widened before rolling around as he brushed her off and looked away.
"Do you use chopsticks to eat?" One blonde girl nicely asked, Ming smiled back but shook her head, "No, most of the time I just use a fork." There seemed to be a atmosphere of shock in the class as everyone looked around and muttered to each other. Huey couldn't help but think back to the night before: her long hair in a bun, her beautiful features showing from her qiapo, her serving him food, eating with chopsticks, and her aroused attitude the entire time.
His special moment: She was cute and Western up front for the class, but all the erotic Oriental exclusives were under his control-that had him aroused.
Ming noticed Huey broken eye contact and seemed to be in a trance about something, she couldn't help but think he was scared for her. She had to admit, American school was without a doubt fascinating. The first glaring thing was that this class size was around 21 students and yet the room was practically full, a massive change from her nearly 60 student class back in China. The second was the use of a 'white-board', instead of a 'chalk-board', and there being seven computers in the back of the class.
No wonder people associated America with money, back in China.
"What does your parents do?" Another blonde, now male with a buzz cut asked. Ming grinned at the question, "Well, I live with my Grandfather so I'm not sure what they do. I think they work in an office but my Grandfather is a International Commodities Broker and Industrialist."
"A true Capitalist," Mr. Thompson laughed softly to himself, but Ming over-heard and turned to him, "To an extent, our gains go to the_ People's Republic_ however, as he is in political power there." The teacher smiled at her and laughed before motioning for more students to question her. A black kid rose his hand annoyingly and called out to Mr. Thompson to skip everyone else, "Yes, Lamond?"
"Is it true dat y'all eat like, I dunno If I should say this...," He laughed looking around the class, many of the students started chuckling with him, while Ming remained ready for questioning, "Like dogs and cats for food?"
"LAMOND!" Mr. Thompson roared, stunning Ming as he pointed to the laughing mulatto black kid, "This is a no bigotry class!" The teacher then quickly grabbed Ming's attention, ignoring the fact that she seemed rather indifferent about the question, "I'm sorry, questions like that wont happen again."
"What was wrong with the question?" Ming asked, quickly grabbing the attention of the class-besides Huey who remained in his trance.
"Oh...well, uh...if you feel comfortable, you can answer," He stuttered, gesturing for Ming to address the now interested Black child. "To answer the question, I don't eat either of those things and I don't know anybody in China or ever heard...of people eating a 'dog', but I do know that there are...what do you call...OH YES, 'dishes' in China that have 'cat' in them-very rare though."
Mr. Thompson along with the rest of the class eagerly leaned in the direction in which Ming stood but the girl herself didn't seem fazed. "Really?" The teacher asked, greeted with a nod from Ming. More hands were suddenly raised in realization that Ming seemed a little tough on the inside, and perhaps naive to Western stereotypes.
"Do they have guns in China? Or do you stick to swords?"
"Do they have Black people in China?"
"How do you feel about Korea...i mean, Japan?"
"Why is Korea split in two?"
"Are there Hispanics in China? Oh...you don't know what a Hispanic is?"
"Are your ancestors Ninjas or Samurais?...I didn't ask if you Japanese, why'd you say that?"
"When are you taking over the world? Why? 'Cause you're building all our shit, what happens when you stop?"
Ming swiftly answered their questions, admitting confusion on some of them: "The police have guns and batons, yes there are African students, North Korea is weird and Japan is arrogant, because the Americans split it into two, What's a...Hispan-what? I said I'm from China, not Japan so neither samurais or ninjas, and why or how could we take over the world? You Americans are the ones with the fancy jets and flags on the moon, haven't you already taken it over?"
"Thank you Long-Dou, there will be no more questions," Mr. Thompson announced.
"Wait, my first name is 'Ming', Huey told me that Americans address each other by first name right?" Ming explained to him, Mr. Thompson looked a little surprised, "Oh, but you said your name was Long-Dou Ming."
"Long-Dou is my family name," Ming explained, unsure as to why that wasn't obvious.
"Oh, alright, well I haven't assigned a seat for you Ming," He said, poking his pen at the seating chart, "You're displacing Michael if you sit next to Huey over there." Huey immediately knocked his knuckles on the desk to grab Mr. Thompson attention, "Since she is currently staying at my house and all, I think it's on me to help her out with any questions so it's alright if she sits here."
Ming made a mischievous smile upon hearing Huey insertion, Mr. Thompson looked back between the two kids before sighing and putting Michael somewhere else on the board, "Yes, that's fine I guess."
Ming walked down, getting a few stares from the kids who glanced at her nice thighs and stellar toning. She was obviously an athlete with a somewhat cute and naughty personality and dress code, she wasn't just some innocent Asian girl like the others in the class.
She actually looked like a girl going after.
She sat down next to Huey and smiled at him, he whispered something to her but many of the students kept their eyes remained on Ming. Some of the boys-relying on her perhaps 'Western ignorance'-would consider asking her out after class was over. The first overwhelmingly cute Asian girl in the class, with a somewhat sexy sense of fashion.
"You think they like me?" Ming whispered.
Huey glanced around the class and witnessed kids immediately look away from Huey the minute his eyes rolled in their direction, "Oh I think they love you." Ming clasped her hands in joy at the statement, not picking up the double meaning.
The class proceeded with today's lesson and Ming pulled out her notebook and began writing things down, but of course she had difficulty. She was baffled by the idea that the class would literally discuss the topic and random students would be asked questions. Her note taking process was ultimately wasteful because they were talking about the topic opposed to just being told what to think.
"Baobei," Ming whispered to Huey, he looked over with his bored face, "Yes...baobei?"
"Why are we talking about 'welfare' in class? Shouldn't he just tell us?" Ming asked, but Huey nodded in the direction of the poster on the wall. She looked at it, "Think Differently?" She turned back to him and shrugged, "So?"
"Remember what I said about America and the whole 'innovative thought' concept? Its not China, the point of school is not to be a drone, its to think outside the box. This is why American companies are usually the innovative ones, and Chinese usually are just manufacturing umbrellas. You're here to Think Different, we couldn't care less about test scores or how high your IQ is," Huey lectured, trying his best to whisper it all to her.
"Unfortunately, the Government has ways to keep you in check," Huey groaned, looking away from the front of the class.
"But, we both can understand this 'social welfare' he speaks of, correct?" Ming asked, Huey agreed.
"Yes, we're both way ahead of the class from my personal studies and your...origins, I guess," Huey concluded. That mischievous grin slowly spread on her lips, her eyes glimmered of that 'we can do whatever we want' look-wide, speculating, and concluding.
Ming pulled out a clean sheet of paper and quickly scribbled something on the paper, Huey knew she was up to something 'suspicious' but leaned back and looked away. The Chinese girl quickly finished and slid the paper over to Huey, who looked down at it indifferently. Ming stared at him with an jiggling smile but it slowly faded as he glanced at her before shrugging and sliding the paper back.
"I can't read Chinese characters well, sorry," Huey admitted, unsure what she wrote as he went back to watching one of the children ask their stupid questions. Ming grumbled in Chinese to herself about something before rewriting her message in Chinese pinyin. Huey then received the revised version, sounding out the words to himself and immediately shook and push the message away from him.
'I want you to have sex with me.'
Ming giggled insanely while trying to cover her giggles from the teacher, but she did get a few stares from curious classmates. Huey couldn't just sit there and let her get caught laughing so he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her head into his lap, awkwardly. Looked like she was hiding her face in his crotch, or perhaps something even more suggestive.
"Settle down Ming, you're making a scene," He whispered in her ear, Ming heard his concern and settled down a bit. She then realized Huey had placed her head in his crotch-likely on accident-but still she wasn't complaining.
**-Lunch Time-**
Ming had later broken off with Huey after the second period before lunch (Middle School operates on 6 class: 3 one day, 3 the other, after lunch is IR/PE/Elective). She looked around for the black child but it was hard in the crowds of children, many of whom looked alike. Huey's hairstyle appeared to be a rarity, as most of the black kids had merely braided or cut their hair.
"Hey! Ming!"
Ming turned back to see who shouted that and saw two Asian girls walking towards her, she looked at them blankly as they happily greeted her. "That's your name, right?" The one of the left asked, she wore glasses with some white t-shirt and jeans-a little scrawny. The other beside her wore a black sweat jacket with blue jeans, not wearing glass but had a ponytail.
Neither of them as stylish as Ming appeared.
"Yes, who are you?" Ming asked.
"My name is Julie," the one wearing glasses said, then she pointed to her friend, "Her name is Ariana." They were Asian-American, and despite every rumor she heard about how they treat 'Fobs' such as herself, she decided to let her guard down for her own sake. Besides, they were in her first period class so she should get to talk to them.
"You should eat lunch with us!" Ariana suggested. Ming looked back at the crowd, in a last-attempt search for Huey but realized she wouldn't find him and shrugged, "Sure, I have not any other plans." The two girls laughed and directed her outside where they hang out.
"Where is she?" Huey questioned, walking with Michael as they looked around the hallways for his girl. "How hard could it be to find an Asian girl with long hair in a crowd of White kids?" Michael asked, but Huey ignored the rhetorical question and continued to search.
"Give it up, she's gone," Michael said, pulling Huey's shoulder, "C'mon, the brothas are waiting."
Huey reluctantly gave up and went down to the basketball courts where Huey usually hung out with the other black students, unfortunately he didn't like most of them but in the school if you had Huey's respect you must be a model student and a Black Panther. Huey sighed, he'd much rather spend his time facilitating Ming's flirting as oppose to listening to them shout 'nigga' three-hundred times.
"Huey, dawg," One of the very-dark black kids said, bouncing a basketball, "Who was dat' Chinese chick?"
"What, folks? Where is dat Chinese chink? Dat what you said?" One kid asked, before bursting into laughter, "Racist mutha' fuckah!"
"I said 'chick', like his bitch, didn't say 'chink', dumbass," he shot it and it bounced off the rim, a light skinned kid caught it and ran back to the 3-point line, "Ahh! I'mma 'G'!"
"She was acting like his fuckin' sister, nigga," One of the light-skinned ones said with his dreads flying as he swiveled through four other players and did a lay-up, "Or his hoe', y'know?"
"It is his girlfriend, guys," Michael explained, noticing Huey was ignoring them as he leaned back on the basketball poll, staring off into the sky. Everyone on the court immediately halted and then roared in chatter, only causing Huey and squint his face in annoyance.
"Yo' Huey!" One of them said, grabbing his hair and shaking his head around in a 'annoying' congratulating manner but Huey swiped his hand away, "Fuck off, Richmond!" In a typical black manner-Huey thought-the kids circled him and semi-harassed him by waving in his face and doing silly dances over him. Normally Huey would've socked them, but he couldn't be bothered to waste a single-grain of time on them.
"Atta' my boy!" One cried.
"You like Chink-hoes?" Another asked, and rightfully received a glare from Huey, "She's not called a Chink, and she's not a fucking hoe."
The offending child held his hands up and defended himself, "Just kidding, nigga." Huey glared at him before getting up and walking away, chewing up the last of his pizza, "I'd rather look around for her endlessly than listen to these idiots." Michael rolled his eyes and watched him leave, before lecturing the rest of the students.
Huey put his hands in his pockets as he walked down the hallways of the school, as bored as ever and desperate for lunch to cease so that school could hurry up and finish. He heard a pair of shoes clank down the hallways annoyingly coming towards him, likely someone wearing over-fancy shoes and likely someone Huey didn't want to see.
"There you are, I've been looking all over for you!" A feminine voice cried, and in Huey's head the words matched something Ming would say as he quickly sprung up:
"Ming? Oh...no, Jazmine," Huey said, a little disappointed before realizing who it was, "Wait, Jazmine?!"
"Hey Huey, my cutie!" Jazmine shrieked, latching on to Huey in a tight hug. The boy was stunned and upon realization, immediately considered pushing her away but halted himself. Jasmine was entirely oblivious and embraced the hug.
"Huey, my cutie?" Huey questioned, knowing that type of blunt language was odd.
"Sorry, I got a little eager," Jazmine grinned, resting a finger on full pink lips and cream-colored skin, "You know how I get when I don't hear from you over the weekend."
"Why didn't you just come over and look for me?" Huey questioned.
"Your Grandfather kept saying every time I was over that you were busy, playing kickball or something, and you weren't home," She explained, which unfortunately only reminded Huey of the glaring reason why he should be suspicious of Jazmine's flirty language.
Huey briefly scanned her body, then scolding himself for doing such an act-but she was a little more developed than Ming was. Not surprising considering she was a black girl from America, compared to an Asian from China whose diet consisted of low-fat things, most likely. Jazmine noticed his quick scan of her, but knew she wouldn't complain considering Huey always did weird things like that.
"Huey, you alright?" Jazmine asked.
"Wha? Oh yeah, of course," Huey shrugged,_ 'I think my dozing off has become obvious.'_
"Hey, after school are you free to hang out?" Jazmine asked, locking eyes with him in a begging manner. She knew she was doing it on purpose but Huey was likely to reject as always, the only way she ever got close with him is asking for help or bumping into him. He never did it intentionally, he was just too isolated in his thinking.
"Well, I have a bookstore to go to so you can come," Huey pointed out, knowing she would likely reject but Jazmine kept her smile, "Oh, well then fine. I guess I'll go home and straighten my hair, got nothing else to do anyways." She turned around and prepared herself to walk away, knowing Huey would then object.
"Hey, wait a minute," Huey said, grabbing her shoulder, "Why straighten your hair? I like your afro-puffs."
"They're getting dry, and flaking," She pointed out.
"Then re-wash them," Huey argued.
"It's such a hassle, its more complicated than just picking your hair out with a comb," Jazmine groaned, taking Huey's hand off her shoulder. Huey sighed before rubbing his temple, "I think your hair right now looks good."
"Good? Well thanks..." Jazmine rolled her eyes but Huey elaborated on his comment, "I mean, great, you look cute." Jazmine arched a brow at the 'cute' word, feeling progress was made, "Just don't straighten your hair, you look fine."
"Huey, I don't know why you're so anti-straightening my hair," Jazmine sighed, still unsure but attributed it to some weird, Pro-Black philosophy, "But unless someone is going to do it for me, I'm not wasting my time."
"I'll do it, Jazmine," Huey pointed out, "And you know it."
Jasmine stared at him, unsure of his usually odd motives but then dismissed it and smiled, "Alright, you know where to be after-school." She gave him a friendly hug and as usual, he didn't hug back but she knew he cared for her, and she left.
_'Why does she always dive into those Caucasian senses of beauty?'_ Huey thought hopelessly before turning around and considering how long it would take to deal with her hair. His lunch plans were pretty much finished and wasted, and so was hanging out with Ming after school. A day was wasted here, even though he practically begged Ming to attend Monday's class instead of Tuesday when she was supposed to come.
**-In the Library-**
"Pocky?" Julie offered.
"Uh, okay," Ming stammered, grabbing the chocolate covered stick and eating it. It didn't taste bad but she never cared much for it. The two Asian girls ate their own food, Julie had a sandwich and Ariana had some rice-balls. They sat with another-more pale-Asian boy directly in front of her at the farthest end of the small table. He seemed more interested in typing on his Mac computer then actually speaking with her. There were three other Asian girls who claimed to be friends of Julie and Ariana but they were busy studying as opposed to talking for a long while.
_'I'm realizing that these kids are the nerds of this school,'_ Ming thought, analyzing one of the Asian girls who looked South-East Asian as she pulled out what appeared to be a Manga book in English.
"So, why did you come to America?" Ariana asked, with her overly interested attitude.
"Grandfather sent me here, I'm an International champion in kickball and I came here to train with a boy who beat me," Ming said, getting the stares of two more Asians at the table. "Your grandfather is wealthy, right?" Julie asked.
"Right, but I'm not spoiled," Ming admitted.
"Oh its fine," Ariana laughed, knowing she might have been a little self-conscious about bragging. Ming looked around the table before asking, "Why is this table only filled with Asians?" Julie and Ariana quickly scanned their friends who also looked back and embarrassingly held their heads down.
"We stick together, it's how it works," Ariana shrugged.
"Is it because you feel small in a country of White people and Black people?" Ming bluntly asked, unsure of what the vague answer meant. Everyone-except the pale one at the end-glanced up at her and stared for a minute before Julie broke out into laughter, "You sure are Chinese, you're blunt at odd times."
"Oh, am I?" Ming questioned.
"Yeah," the girls said, laughing afterwards. Ming blushed before scratching her head and apologizing, but being excused by the girls.
"So, are you staying at Huey's home?" Ariana asked, Ming nodded before blushing a little and everyone thought the obvious. "By any chance, do you uh...like him?" Julie asked, getting a glare from Ariana, "Don't ask her that."
"Why not? Everyone in class saw Ming get questioned and then Huey stick up for her, then her head was in his lap and he kept it there," Julie pointed out, while Ming remained embarrassingly quiet. From her assessments, Huey was well respected and feared at the school so to have such luxury was an aid. The girls seem to bicker a little about if that was feeling or just Huey being odd before Ariana turned to Ming, "Well? What is it?"
Ming noticed the pale Asian boy at the end of the table had proceeded to stare at her, with his eyes half open, glaring almost carelessly at her. Ming didn't understand what his problem was and broke the stare, knowing he was still looking and announced, "Well yes, not only do I like him but he likes me."
"...No, I mean LIKE, as in 'love', boyfriend and girlfriend, dating, what level are you at?" Julie asked before elaborating more, "Like, if by 'like' do you mean he just sees you as a friend, or someone he's training?"
"Oh no no no! We're in love, full, solid love!" Ming cheered, flooring almost everyone at the table in disbelief. "Y-You, actually are? He loves you back?!" One girl cried from the table as Ming guiltily realized the bragging potential in this, to gain face, "Yeah! Why do you think he was so comfortable with my face in his lap? I've been there before!"
Some girls actually choked upon hearing this, none of them could imagine Huey giving love to an Asian girl, moreover they had little reason to even believe Ming. But, Huey did seem to emit emotions that usually takes years to get from him, and lap-play as an added bonus.
"Are you serious?" One of the girls asked.
"Completely serious, he's my babe now and forever," Ming gloated, again flooring the rest of the Asian students-except the boy's face at the end of the table remained unchanged, still glaring.
"You are very abnormal for a Chinese. They wouldn't brag about this kind of stuff in public!" Ariana quickly pointed out, and Ming nodded in agreement. "You're right, but when coming here everything is backwards, I was reserved at first but seeing the way American girls act-eh, I like putting out," Ming grinned madly while admitting this, _'I'd lose some serious face in China, if I bragged wrongly.'_
"That's a good point, you are rather more Western than I'd expect," Julie said.
"She's trying hard," Ariana smirked, before trying to draw the conversation back to Huey, "But are you serious? This is Huey Freeman we're talking about, the Black elite, the quiet mercenary! Nobody just grabs Huey's love-let alone attention-especially not some girl who came here from China a couple a days ago."
"I met him before that, although we were fighting," Ming explained, "I had a crush on him and seduced him to my desires, he never jumped at my feet when I first arrived."
"You're lying."
Everyone at the table quickly glanced up at the pale boy in the back, who kept his half-ass stare at Ming. Ming didn't feel threatened, but rather confused as to why he would question the authenticity, it was almost like the Asian narrative was that they weren't attractive enough for Huey.
"I'm not lying," Ming simply said back.
"Nothing you said sounds even remotely like Huey, and he's a close friend of mine," The boy said, then Julie smiled at Ming embarrassingly and tried to make excuses. "He's close friends and all, but yeah if you _know_ Huey you must know Hiro here."
"Are you Japanese?" Ming questioned, almost evading what she said entirely. Hiro shook his head softly, not blinking, "Well, Huey never mentioned a Japanese boy, so no he never mentioned you Hiro."
"That's not in dispute," Hiro said coldly, "What is, is Huey actually having _any_ relationship with you."
"You are sure I'm not," Ming asked, annoyed by his reluctance to agree but also fascinated with this Japanese boy, "I'm pretty sure. Huey wouldn't just do this with some foreign girl he met."
"We have a connection, ever since our first meeting, its not just some hook up," Ming explained before leaning in a bit, "At this point, I think I know Huey better than...you would ever know."
The girls carefully looked back at Hiro who simply didn't say anything but remained in his neutral expression. Ming smiled and leaned back and rested her chin in her palm, "I don't know why Huey is treated like God here, or why he's respect and let alone, but he's my soul mate right now. I do not care if you believe it or not and I'm not asking to be bowed to as well."
The students remained mute after that, not saying a word since Hiro didn't have much of a rebuttal but still obviously firmly believed his point. Julie and Ariana glanced at both of them before breaking the subject with something else, "Well boyfriend or not, its obvious you're a solid friend with him."
"More than a solid friend," Ming replied, bitterly.
"This means you get a free pass from all the harassment you'd normally receive," Julie said, followed by a loud groan from Ariana. Ming looked at them in confusion before shrugging, "I get stares from boys in China, I just like to dress in a nice manner when I'm not playing kickball."
"Not what I meant," Julie explained, then gestured towards their group and a couple tables next to them, "Excluding the Filipinos-who pretty much are like Black-Asians to the school-everyone here is pretty much the Asian population at Woodcrest. The others are at lunch, also hunched together and some study in their class. We're only 8% of the school."
"So?" Ming asked, "This is a diverse country, get out and talk to other races."
"Its not that easy," Ariana said before tapping her fingers on the table, "This is a predominantly White city, but this is how the demographics work and their power at this school. Whites are the majority, and usually dictate social opinion of minorities. For some reason-maybe historical-the ignorant and racist White students almost ALWAYS favor the Black students, which sucks because the Black students are just as racist, and tons more violent than the Whites are.
"I know people of African-Descent are strong, but are they openly violent?" Ming questioned, knowing rumors about the Black Americans as well. Julie shrugged, "Yeah, not only violent but racist. Which is kinda funny since they complain about racism the most, but anyways _expect _some Black students to make fun of your ethnicity and call you Chinky and stuff. They have no sense of irony, and are total assholes because America as a whole hates telling Black people they do things wrong."
Ming didn't really seem to be taking this seriously but she even giggled when she mentioned the last part, "Ha! What about _Ching-Chong_, Huey's brother 'Riley' calls me that all the time!" The Asian students looked at her like she had said something blatantly offensive, they were unsure as to why she didn't care about that.
"But yeah, I just dismissed it as a black thing," Ming sighed, scratching the side of her cheek, "But not all Black people are like that, right?"
"No of course not, just ones from the out-of-town ghetto which pretty much comprises like 60% of the school's Black population," One of the girls said in the back said. Julie then chimed back in, "The black teachers here a great, and some black students out of the 40% left are pretty nice but its a small minority. Blacks, and many of the Hispanics are such douchebags, I know its kind of racist to admit but only the ones from White neighborhoods are nice and intelligent and not crying 'racism' every two seconds. Those blacks and Hispanics however have no real strength on the playground."
"Except..." Ming lead on.
"Except, Huey, yes of course, but he's a balance. He's like a Black panther who admits his black community pretty much sucks," Ariana explained before fiddling with his fingers, "So he gets major rep from pretty much all sides. But he's a solid as a rock, not just anyone becomes friends with him."
Everyone looked over at the now indifferent Hiro, before looking back at Ming but then suddenly Hiro spoke up, "It took a lot of work to become friends with him, a lot of mutual respect and something he values about me which was calm and reserved state-of-mind." Hiro then scanned Ming's cute fashion sense and naive process before shaking his head, "Perhaps it's because I don't know you well but you don't appear to be Huey's cup of tea."
"You're rude," Ming noted, not hurt but rather making observation, "And don't worry, I know his cup of tea since i made some for him." Everyone at the table felt the odd tension before the bell rung and the library seemed to quickly pack up.
"Ming, I'm sorry for Hiro's behavior," Ariana apologized, with Julie but she waved her hand. "Please, its nothing. Stay around with me Hiro, and I'll kiss him in front of you." Hiro glared at her, "You kiss him and he'll slap you, there's no way a random foreigner like yourself got to Huey so quickly."
"I don't want to side with Hiro but its true, when he rested your head in his lap perhaps was it sympathy?" Julie questioned, trying to not anger the girl but Ming kept her cool regardless of the pestering, "No it wasn't, I'll prove it." Ming then looked at her new companions and smiled, "If you want, I'll get Huey to stop harassment you get from black people and uh...His-pan...nics? Right, Hispanics, if you want."
"That would be nice, but...c'mon, you're Huey's girlfriend? I mean he doesn't just...do that. If anything, maybe Jazmine-as an exception to the smart rule-but not usually, takes some time," Julie explained.
"Then obviously I have something that he likes about me," Ming replied, showing a little stubbornness
**-Final Period-**
"Ming?" Huey questioned.
"Found you, Huey!" Ming cheered, now dressed in an orange school shirt and huge black pants. She embraced Huey in a hug and as usual he didn't really hug back but enjoyed it regardless. Ming looked around the outside field for her Asian companions but couldn't find them, "Looks like they didn't get this class."
"Who didn't?" Huey said, Ming kept her arms around Huey as she did another quick scan, "My new friends, I needed to prove to them that we were together."
"Prove? Have you gone around bragging about me?" Huey asked, looking a little irritated had she done so.
"No, I was questioned about it and hardly anyone believed me," Ming said, before remembering her Japanese skeptic. "Do you know about a boy named Hiro?" Ming asked, Huey nodded before taking his hand and brushing some loose strings of hair from her face. "He claims someone like me couldn't possibly be your girlfriend," Ming said, causing Huey to stop. He stared at her for a minute before looking to the side.
"Hiro said that why?" Huey asked.
"Because I'm foreign, and he doesn't take me as smart-we just met he doesn't know how smart I am," Ming said indifferent but Huey seemed noticeably annoyed by that. "I don't like people disrespecting you," Huey growled to himself, continuing to brush the hairs from her face.
"You have a huge reputation around school I've heard, from the Asian kids here," Ming smiled, her hugging arms unwrapped themselves and then her hands found herself at the hips. "The Asian kids told me that under you I'd be safe because the other races here-especially the Blacks-like to pick on them."
"Nobody is picking on you, I'll assure it," Huey said, almost threateningly.
"Oh i know, but I just wonder why Black people would attack and ridicule Asians? Isn't that stupid since they're both in the minority America?" Ming asked, but Huey cupped her cheek before sighing. "Many students here could be 10 times worse than Riley, but Blacks make fun of what they _don't_ understand," Huey explained:
"As do all people. Asians have been coming to America in hoards, moving into Black neighborhoods and starting up shop in Black hangout areas and such. This country has always been seen, even in Asia, as a Black people and White people country, so any difference gets a different kind of reception. When White people use Asians as a mechanism to bash Blacks by calling them_ Model Minorities_ during the 1960's civil rights movement because many Asians didn't protest and Asians become all 'afraid' of Blacks, it irritates them and they'd wish they'd just 'Go back to China' or whatever."
"But we're victims in this issue," Ming pointed out.
"Perhaps, but many Asians have thing eastern one-dimensional perspective of things, void of reason or western common sense. Such as moving to a Black area and then not even bothering to talk to Black people there, acting isolated while acquiring their consumerism, and obviously hating the Black race in America while never actually making their presence known. If I were to move to Asia I would get to know my neighbors no matter how bad they are, because if you don't, then they assume you hate them, and if they see you become successful somehow they rationalize it with _government favoritism_."
"Then blacks in this nation need to be informed otherwise, we're not here to intimidate them," Ming said sternly and Huey agreed but then explained further, "But when you have a bad history with a country, many Blacks cling on to for sake of exploitation, then newcomers are despised, especially when it seems like they take advantage of you. Chinese people can do it, and as a matter of fact, have done this to foreigners-even Black," Huey said, knowing she wouldn't know what he was talking about.
"When has Chinese people attacked Blacks?" Ming questioned, sounding extremely skeptical.
"The Anti-African riots of Nanjing? Or the ones in Beijing? Black students came to China and the Chinese people saw how easily they could date Chinese girls and the Chinese Government seemed to like them. So Chinese students in the thousands went about attacking Africans on the streets and burning dorms with Blacks in them, forcing African students to run to Government areas. Why'd the Chinese do that? Because they're afraid of what they don't understand. These aren't Black Americans, these were intelligent Africans," Huey lectured before wrapping his arm by her waist.
"I want to read about this, I never knew such riots happened," Ming said, astonished.
"Of course they did, and the majority of people in China still don't like Blacks from Africa, according to polls. Of course, younger kids might, the Japanese do, but China and its lack of cultural understanding don't approve of Blacks. The only ones who do are the ones who actually know Black people or employ them in the Guangzhou," Huey said before walking down the tree covered pathways to the field, "Blacks are a lot like Chinese people when it comes to foreigners, except a little more violent since globally Asians are perceived as the lowest in the strength field."
"Where are we going, I like this conversation," Ming said but Huey walked down the hill, "Gotta run, its P.E. class. Unless you want to do something else, I mean its the last period and they never check who left during P.E. class on the last period."
"Yes, I have something we can do," Ming smiled, pulling him towards what appeared to be an old gardening shed near some overgrown weeds, "Any cameras in this area?" Huey shook his head, "Nope, although they should, kids try and smoke back here but they keep this old garden clean anyways."
"Then as a sign of racial unity, lets do some acts of love," Ming said flirtatiously pushing Huey against the wooden shack, "This place is covered in trees and overgrown grass so nobody will see us back here."
"Acts of love, Ming we have no condoms," Huey pointed out.
"That's always your shitty excuse," Ming said coldly, before locking lips with Huey and putting her hands on the rim of his pants. Huey knew exactly what she intended to do and this time he wouldn't reject, as a matter of fact parts of him encouraged it. He felt a little bad about the rumors she heard so he would let her have the rest of the day.
_'Oh shit, wait, no Jazmine...'_ He thought.
Her tongue seemed very energized as they did their exchange of slobber and breath, Huey subconsciously helped Ming by untying his pants and pulling them down for her. Ming knew full well what he had done and broke the kiss, smirking to herself.
"I'll give you the best blow you'll ever have," Ming whispered before Huey briefly cut in, "Blowjob, you mean Blowjob that's what its called." Ming snarled at him before leaning down and getting on her knees. She peeled down his boxers to reveal his thick brown cock, literally growing as she revealed it.
Huey felt odd at this fresh air now around his exposed penis while Ming was observing his dick, again it was much bigger than what she'd expect from a Chinese boy. It was astoundingly thick and Ming's face was inches away from it.
"If I'm hurting you, just tell me," Ming said as she sniffled a little at its head, smelling its earthly must and tickling his sensitive penis with her nostrils expelling air. Huey waited patiently, trying to expel little emotion as she opened his mouth and slowly put the head of his dick in her mouth.
Huey cringed as her squishy tongue and warm mouth covered his thick dick, Ming blushed madly feeling its length tickle the roof of her mouth. She didn't want to be too slow so she quickly pushed his member half-way into her mouth. Her eyes quickly looked up at Huey's astonished ones, he didn't even realized know she was looking at him-more concerned with how much of his length she took.
She swirled her wet tongue around its sensitive cock, finding herself concerned with how juicy she could make it inside her mouth. Positioning the dick even further in her mouth, she began to gargle slobber from her throat which bubbled all on the head of his dick, Huey seemed completely unprepared for that.
"What the fuck?!" Huey screamed, startling Ming and making the bubbling stop, "Wait no!" Ming seemed to angrily glance up at him with his dick still in her mouth, breathing heavily as if she was asking 'What's your problem'?
"Nothing's wrong, just do that...more," Huey said, placing his hands behind her head and trying to push his dick in even more, but Ming wouldn't budge and judging by the glare, she didn't want to. Huey immediately ceased and Ming continued, he could tell as her throat rattled and her penis suddenly felt like it was simmered in bubbling Jacuzzi.
Her lips pulled at its skin and her tongue rested beneath it as she sucked a little harshly, and Huey could feel the familiar pleasure building up inside his dick. Huey was filled with sexual luxury as he looked around the garden, trying to distract himself but to little avail.
"You're going to swallow my cum?" Huey questioned.
Ming glanced up and him and nodded-with his dick still in his mouth-Huey quickly threw his head back and grinned to himself as he felt his dick exit her mouth. She licked around it and then quickly placed it back in, knowing its muscles reacted to her quickly oral movements. The taste of his dick wasn't as bothersome as she'd suspect it would be, and she really enjoyed doing this, to put Huey in such a vulnerable position.
"I want you to put the entire thing in your mouth," She heard him say, or really whisper. She looked up confusingly, _'I can't do that Huey, its pushing against my reflex!'_ She watched his hand come closer to her face, she held his penis with her mouth and slowly backed away from his big hand. She felt the hand behind her head force her to remain as the incoming hand slowly pinched her nose.
"Don't breathe through your nose for a couple seconds," He warned, knowing that Ming would have to breathe out her mouth. She was very receptive and listened-despite wanting to spit it out-and opened even wider, feeling it easier to have his penis in her mouth. She closed her eyes as it slid deeper inside, but she quickly slapped his hand away as she made it about 3/4ths on his length.
"Shit, let me take over, I'm going to cum soon," Huey said, clinching his chin to his chest as he slowly pulled his dick out her mouth and softly pushed it back it, slobber squirted in-between her lips and his dick as he did so. Ming understood what he was doing, and remained stationed. Her pace quickened as her lips tightened and she sucked and blew accordingly.
Huey closed his eyes as the friction increased, Ming hugged his legs as she pleasured herself through pleasuring him. She noticed his thrusts increase, and even though he couldn't put it all the way in, she knew that Huey was on the verge of cumming.
"Fuck, it's spilling out!" Huey announced, continuing with the thrusts as his orgasm reached what felt like the head of his cock. It was a light liquid-like feeling which escaped at the head of his cock, his humping enhanced the feeling as he ejaculated inside her mouth for the first time.
Ming could feel the somewhat disgusting splooge enter her mouth, trying her best to quickly swallow it down to avoid the taste. She knew it wouldn't taste well but tried her best to appreciate it as the dick spilled a second wave of cum into her mouth. She knew she needed more practice but upheld her promise and sucked onto his goo-covered cock.
She felt her lower regions warm-up a little.
Huey's humping finished as the last spurt of cum exited his penis, resting soundly in Ming's mouth. His body immediately fell back against the old gardening den, breathing heavily as he did with his now extraordinarily sensitive penis. It was a wild ride for him, and his mind felt a little hazy right now. Ming watched him carefully, keeping his penis in her mouth until he felt slowly came back to his senses and realized the situation he had idled himself in: his flaccid penis stationed in Ming's accepting mouth, white juices oozed out in-between her lips and his dick, and her eyes seemed to be locked with his.
"Ming, take that nasty thing out your mouth," Huey shuttered, putting a hand on her forehead and pushing her away. Ming slowly let his dick slip out her mouth, the slobber dripped onto her lap before she got up and grinned madly at Huey.
"I can't believe I asked you to swallow it!" Huey burst, slamming his fist against the den. Ming was a little stunned by his sudden reaction before coming up behind him and hugging him, calming him down.
"You know you liked it."
"I fucking loved it Ming, it's besides the point," Huey explained, before sighing hopelessly, "There's nothing wrong with sex, but we need to be safe. We're from two different parts of the world, we need to be careful."
"Don't worry about 'safe' right now, we got what we both wanted," Ming said, bending down and pulling his boxers up over his posterior-which she couldn't help and glare at. "Go with your first reaction and enjoy the pleasure, you look foolish being mad about a blowjob...with your pants down."
Huey realized what she said and bent down, picking up his gym sweats and tying the knot to hold them up. Ming seemed very satisfied with her actions, her face still a little red as she clasped his hand.
"After the bookstore, we can go home and 'study'," Ming said, winking at him as she pulled Huey along. He seemed to have such a dazed expression on his face, indirectly telling Ming she did her job, "This time, we'll take a 'full course' on the subject, in our beds."
As great as that sounded to Huey, he broke the bad news.
"Actually, I want you to go directly home," Huey said, "No bookstore."
"Why not? Isn't that why I came to school today?" Ming questioned. Huey nodded before shurgging, "Something has come up, its a little more important than a book about Confucius."
"Confucius? Who said anything about him?"
Thanks for reading and review!
Telling you what things mean before i get the usual PM's asking for clarification:
* Confucius is a famous ancient Chinese philosopher.
* Laowai means "Foreigner" in Chinese, usually used to describe White people, however.
* Pinyin is Chinese in Roman/Latin Letters, phonetically spelled. (How I type characters speaking Chinese in this fiction is_ pinyin._)
* "People's Republic", means the Government of China (People's Republic of China). Not that he works for "The People."