testing testing

by Words'NNN'Stuff

wont be updated, this is an old fic i managed to get my hands on, dont R&R pls, not my work

8. Chapter 6

6. Fuckin' Hoe Problems, Nigga

"Look, its nothing," Huey said, turning around.

"So, we're not going to the bookstore?" Ming questioned, licking her lips for any left-over juices. Huey nodded before walking away from her, but Ming's confused perception on this forced her to follow him.

"Then, where are you going?" Ming asked.

"To a friend's house," Huey explained, quickening his pace. Ming was rather annoyed with his quick answers, alluding to the idea that he didn't want to speak with her. "So that's it? You're just leaving? Who am I going to be with while you're gone, surely not Riley."

Huey pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number, Ming watched impatiently as he held the device to his ear, "Michael, are you busy?" Ming's eyes flung wide-open upon hearing this, _'Is he serious?!'_ Huey looked down at the ground while nodding his head, "Great, can you do me a favor? I need someone to show Ming around and stuff...yes my girlfriend, don't give me attitude. It's _Jazz-girl_, business."

"Huey, this is s-"

Huey held up a finger to her, which Ming stared at before snarling to herself.

"I'm sure she doesn't care. Alright, thanks," Huey said before cutting off his call and putting away his phone. Ming seemed noticeably disappointed but Huey ignored it and walked, stopping beside her and whispering in her ear casually, "If Michael tells me you were behaving well, I might feel a little excited tonight."

"What am I, your child?" Ming asked, rhetorically bitter.

To Huey, it was obvious that he wouldn't be let off for ditching her because of some suggestive phrases. However, he couldn't bring himself to be that concerned-knowing she'd be fine about it in an hour or so and put his hand over her butt. Ming blushed but pretended like she didn't care and in dead-silence, he quietly felt her up while he stared at her. Her eyes fell to the ground in embarrassment as his hand snuck in-between the valley of her cheeks.

"This isn't what someone would do to their child," Ming heard him whisper in her ear.

Ming refused to glare back but the blush did all the speaking, and after a quick squeeze on her left buttock he gave it a quick slap and withdrew his hand.

"Stay tight, Ming," Huey said, then walking away as Ming kept her back to him. The girl was well aware that the 'Stay tight' phrase had a double-meaning to it. Huey quickly glanced back before adding, "And switch out of those clothes, I liked your outfit."

Ming embarrassingly swung towards him before shouting, "I understood your sex-joke! How can you say 'stay tight' when you don't even know how tight I am?!"

Huey stopped walking briefly and without turning to her, he quipped, "Tight means 'cool', Ming."

"Don't play me for an idiot! We both know what you meant!" Ming shouted at him.

"...Be a good girl and don't give Michael a hard time," Huey said, continuing his walk away. Ming frowned at his admittedly cool exit from the local garden.

She stood there awkwardly, glancing around to see if anyone had been watching them; students were chattering and tiny figures in the distance seemed to be leaving the yard. While she watched she suddenly became observant of the odd after-taste in her mouth, speculating to herself on whether that's the taste of Huey's dick or his fluids.

_'Does nobody come up here?'_ Ming questioned, rolling her tongue in her mouth for a clearer taste. Ming stretched out her fingers and walked up the hill to the gym, avoiding any staring with the students exiting the gym doors. The girl's gymnasium hallways were stained with the stench of must and odd perfumes. Ming's eyelids quenched at the impact of the smell, taking her nostrils by surprise and reminding her of the racial differences between her kind and the others.

_'Ugh, Westerners smell when they sweat!'_ Ming thought, stretching out her collar and putting her gym shirt over her nose-accidentally covering her eyesight a bit. Ming stumbled to the locker room and forcefully pushed the large doors open, being greeted with five surprised girls.

Ming awkwardly remained locked in a stunned glare between four extremely tall and diverse in fashion and fitness-black girls-with one being a white girl in the middle of them. She looked like the leader of the group, her big blue eyes being the most noticeable. She was dressed in a dark-red hoodie, with a _'Oakland Raiders'_ black cap on.

Unaware to Ming-from the girl's perspective-they were face to face with a weird Asian girl, hunched over with the majority of her face covered with her shirt. Somewhat scrawny, and rudely staring at all of them.

"The fuck is dis' bitch?" One of the tall black girls blurted, to Ming her hair was dyed red and it looked abnormally atrocious.

_'There they go, calling people 'bitch, it's certainly a Black people thing,'_ Ming thought to herself, unaware she had rolled her eyes.

"Da' fuck you rollin' yo eyes at, hoe!" The white girl in the middle screamed, followed with angry glares from the black lackeys of the group. Ming glared at her before that confused grin popped on her face, "Why so rude?" The girls seemed stunned by this comment, before the fat girl on the right laughed and cupped her ears, leaning in, "The hell did you say, hun'?"

"Why so r-."

"Take the fucking shirt off yo' mouth, stupid-ass!" One of the girls criticized, and it was becoming more and more apparent to Ming that these were those likely ghetto girls. The kind of crowd she didn't want to hang around, as advised by Julie and Ariana.

"Why...are you...um, acting like th-," Ming was immediately interrupted by the white girl in front, who aggressively jumped towards Ming-slamming her foot down and spitting as she spoke.

"Actin' like what? Speak up!" She screamed, Ming wanted to cover her ears but knew that would only ignite more anger. _'They seem illogical, Huey never told me how to get out of a situation with ghetto people.'_

"Okay, I'm sorry for opening the door so fast and staring at you," Ming said, dryly. This obviously wasn't satisfactory for the girls who rolled their eyes at the statement. The white girl then stubbed her finger in Ming's chest, causing a quick loss-of-breath, "Oh you're sorry?! I'm sorry for dis' too, cunt!"

Ming quickly backed away and frowned at her, "What the heck! I said 'sorry', I'm new to America, I thought that was how you people apologize!" The blonde girl seemed to be extraordinarily angry now, only riled up by the 'oohs' given from the black girls-which didn't make any sense to Ming as what she said didn't sound remotely offensive.

The white girl swung her palm at Ming but she reacted quickly and slapped her own attempted slap away from her hand. The girl looked at her own hand in surprise before angrily glaring at Ming, who looked unsure of herself and quickly faked a punch. Ming caught the fake punch with her hand before only seconds late recognizing the real one, nailing her in the stomach.

"AH-OH!" Ming gasped, feeling the impact of the punch. Her stomach curled, but she didn't have time to think much on it as a weight of force nailed Ming on the top of her head.

"OOH!" The girls waged on in the background.

Ming suddenly felt her body shift forwards, and her sight become blurry and disoriented. Her body fell over on its side, glaring up at the aggressor white girl-stunned. A sharp amount of pain slowly burned on her head where the impact was, but she quickly realized the situation when the girl surprisingly pulled back her feet.

"China-girl got fucked up!" Someone shouted, her hearing became less-utilized as a result of her boggled senses.

Ming quickly brought her hands to her face, in seconds time as her sneakers made harsh contact with her hands. Her block wasn't strong enough as her hands forced her knuckles back into her face, thankfully missing the nose but slamming against the bridge of it. The girl grew quickly disoriented again, before seeing the blurry images of the black kids in the back huddle over her.

"This bitch is toast, nigga!"

"Aite! Dis' is tight, open her up she's all quenched up!"

Ming was too surprised by this rough action to do anything as she felt a massive wave of somewhat painful pressure inflict all over her body. She kept her face covered of course as she was likely being kicked by multiple people against the wall.

"Yo, da fuck is goin' on here?" A familiar ghetto voice asked. Ming was too protective to see who it was, and was unable to combat the awful pain in her joints to look. The kicking in large part seemed to stop, only after someone laughed and delivered a final one right to her stomach-causing Ming to choke and cough violently. The impact of that kick was astounding, not only did it seem to mess with her breathing but the pain slowly burned onto her a good couple of seconds after. Her face was kept covered as she coughed violently into her hands.

"Wanna kick this chink bitch, baby?" One echoing voiced asked, the tone was obviously from one of the girls but that type of commentary couldn't be pinned based on the accumulative information of the girls. Sounded similar to how she would speak to Huey, a girlfriend-like manner.

"YO! Cindy, you know who th-...awwww, fuck!" A male like voice cried, he sounded young and familiar. Ming didn't realize it but her body slightly rolled over and exposed a bulge in her sweatpants, and one of the black girls loudly pointed that out.

"Ooh, she gotz some bank!"

Ming's body was crawling with pain and she was hit in the head too many times to think clearly, but she could feel a series of intruding hands ruffle through her pockets-pulling out the only item she had: a cellphone. She didn't realize their intent and was unaware the phone was in her pocket or that it was taken.

"Aye, give da' phone to my boy over here," the leader Caucasian suggested, Ming didn't exactly know what happened but she kept her self down. The girls tossed around the expensive iPhone which thankfully didn't have password system to block them. "Da' bitch don't got a password," One of the girls pointed out-greeted with much laughter at Ming's expense.

"Bluds, we gotta go!" The male cried.

"Why, nigga? We just started n' shit," The White girl explained, but the mysterious boy seemed to desperate to leave. "Trust me blud', she ain't wit' the right crowd!" The statement aroused more laughter and one of the girls put their foot on Ming's head, trying to pull away her hands clumsily.

"This girl is trix, she ain't nothin'," The one stepping on her head said.

"Nah! We need split! Now!" The male demanded, greeted with sighs from the girls. All of them looked back at the cowering Chinese before running up and at full force, slamming their feet into her body.

"UGH!" Ming gagged, the harsh force nailed her in the stomach again.

Another girl quickly grabbed her feet and pulled her body away from the wall, spreading her legs oddly. Ming wasn't sure of the purpose of this but quickly found out as her crotch was kicked at full force, "OW!" Ming instinctively grabbed her crotch in pain from the kick, revealing her face once more.

The white girl saw this and puckered her lips, dropping a wad of saliva on Ming's hair before running out the door along with the other girls.

Ming's eyes glanced around the empty gym foyer, it seemed empty visually but she didn't dare attempt to arise after waiting a couple seconds. When it occurred to her that the annoying ghetto accents had cease talking and the kicking and stomping hadn't return-she arose to her feet.

Her body felt beaten like any other-nothing THAT special-but the feeling of being beaten had become alien to her. She hadn't been attacked like that back in China in a long time, and usually they do worse. The ghetto attackers weren't nearly as awful as some gangs back in China, but they were thousands times more annoying. Their terrible english and continuous laughter, it was just getting to her.

She felt a large pain in her right hip and tried to shake it off by walking but she nearly collapsed, feeling around the walls for something to cling on. Ming breathed carefully, trying to come to a single place with her thoughts. Her eyesight finally cleared up and her hearing became utilized again, her head stopped spinning but her body was still covered in pain.

Ming could barely make out herself in the faint reflection of the door's window: messed up hair, and her mouth open from exhaling so much. She seemed satisfied in the fact that her face remained protected, although just brushing against her ribs and stomachs forced some, 'Ow's' from Ming.

The Chinese girl stumbled inside, this time careful to not stun anyone in doing so and walked to her new locker. She took a breather and quickly unlocked her blue locker, pulling out her backpack and her casual attire. Before changing she dug her hands in her pockets to call Huey, knowing she would desperately ask to be with him once in contact. Her hands were greeted with the empty pockets before realizing what happened.

"T-They...stole my phone?!" Ming cried, checking her other pockets and painfully jogging back to the foyer to desperately search for her phone-finding nothing. Then she remembered the hands digging through her pockets, "They took my phone!"

Ming angrily kicked the door before putting her hand over her face and falling back against the wall, thinking to herself how much it cost and why she didn't protect it. With her head in-between her propped up knees, she could only think of how much begging she would do to her Grandfather for a new one.

_'I can't even contact Huey to find me! Those guizi bastards!'_ Ming thought, before quickly gathering herself and continuing with her business. If Huey's reputation is a good as it's bark, she wouldn't face that again. But she could've beaten them, only she realized they were hostile before they attacked and that was the most embarrassing part.

_'I'm not some nerdy Asian girl, I can stick up for myself!'_ Ming repeatedly told herself, pulling off her clothes and ignoring the awful tingling pain on her body-slipping on her low-cut shorts and tank top. As her hair flopped forwards, and shifted oddly back in her, she moved the hair from her eyesight before feeling something wet stuck to its strands.

_'...Fucking bastards.'_

-Outside the gym-

"Yo, did you see a Chinese girl?" Michael asked, approaching the group that assaulted Ming. Riley looked oddly worried, while the rest of the girls seemed indifferent. Cindy, the blonde leader, shrugged her shoulders, "I see plenty, you gotta be more specific." Michael wasn't exactly sure himself what she looked like, the only image was of a very enraged Chinese girl dressed in some oriental clothing who just barely contained her anger. Her figure was shaded by the darkness at the time, with only bare glimpses from the minimal light that was inside.

"About uh, 5'5 or 5'6 and a nice...sense of...fashion?" He explained, unsure himself as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number Huey gave her. The girls thought about their beat down but didn't seem to make an association.

"I"m sure there is one with a bad headache in the gym," Cindy explained, reinforced with giggling from the girls and an uncomfortable forced laugh from Riley. Michael looked at them blankly before looking over at Riley, "Ming stays at Huey's house, so you must know her." Riley nodded slowly, trying not to look directly as Michael.

"Is the girl in the gym her?" Michael asked, looking indifferent about the ordeal. Riley shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, nigga.'' Michael held the phone up to his ear and then proceeded to walk away from them, realizing they were a waste of time.

***BING BING***

Suddenly a little jingle grew louder and louder from one of their pockets, a noticeable weird cute jingle which grabbed Michael's attention. He glanced over at the girls which the sound was coming from, the girls glanced back at him-stunned. Michael looked at his own phone as he started to realize what had actually happened, quickly forcing him to cancel the call.

Riley then guiltily pulled out the phone, and was about to explain himself but Cindy cut him off, "It's a present I got for Riley."

As expected, the minute he canceled the ringing, the suspected phone ceased to ring. Michael turned around completely and pointed a finger at Cindy, "Is the girl in the gym who you stole the phone from?!"

"What's it to you?" One of the girls asked.

"I need to find her," Michael explained before crossing his arms and a smirk appeared on his face, "If she was harmed, you're screwed."

"Fuck off, nigga," Cindy told him, dragging Riley away with her group of girls.

Michael wandered into the gym and looked at the girl's foyer, hearing echoing footsteps come from it. Inside the basketball court he scanned the doorway to see if she was coming out, Ming walked to the court and to the exit-completely indifferent about Michael's appearance.

"Ming?" Michael asked, watching the girl mope past him. She glanced over at Michael and proceeded to stare at him, somewhat lifelessly and uncaringly. Michael and Ming stared each other down for a second, and Michael realized she was likely expecting him to continue so he did.

"Uh, Michael...Huey's friend?" He explained. Ming analyzed him, the dreadlocks he had and his darker skin before recognizing him. "Oh, right. You were the boy I slammed the door on," She said, without much emotion about it.

"Heh, yeah..." Michael smiled, finding himself speechless on Ming's emotionless glaring and speech, "...Yeah..."

"Well, you're supposed to be my parent today, because Huey said so," Ming groaned, walking towards the doorway. Michael noticed the huge limp in her leg and the occasionally rubbing of her head, the boy quickly followed and held the door open for her to leave. She didn't notice his generosity and merely walked out into the somewhat baking sun, which also didn't feel nearly as hot to her before.

"What do you want to do, grab a bite to eat?" Michael asked, pulling out his wallet from his backpack, "I'll pay." Ming looked at him oddly before shaking her head-rejecting-then feeling a sharp pain in her head when doing so. Her face scrunched up and her fingers squeezed her scalp as the throbbing slowly ceased.

"You're in pain," Michael muttered. Ming ignored him and slowly returned her tired gaze and continued the walk. "Are you the Chinese girl that Cindy and her girls beat up?" Michael asked, seeing Ming quickly glare at him before returning to the walk-unable to look at him for long.

"I can't believe this, what did you do?" Michael asked, sounding frustrated about the ordeal. Ming noticed his odd compassion but couldn't bring herself to care that much about talking with him, "All I did was open a door very quickly." Michael twisted his dreads in embarrassment, sure Ming noticed the overwhelming black girls and just the one Caucasian beating her.

"I think she gave your phone as a present for Riley."

"Oh great, now I have to fight him."

Ming clinched her sides again, rubbing against the bruises with a strong look of annoyance on her face. Michael noticed then and felt a little odd.

"Just so you know, not all black people are li-"

"I don't think all black people are violent, awful devils, and the lead girl was a white person," Ming explained tiredly, knowing that's what he was getting at, "Why do you and Huey talk to me about race like i'm stupid?" Michael jerked from the sudden reaction before laughing, "Well you're from a homogenous country!" Ming cringed, taking that as another bash against her upbrings but recognized its accidentality.

"Look, Huey said something about him being nice to me if I'm nice to you," Ming said, distorting the original promise he made on accident, she couldn't recall much. Michael laughed at this and patted Ming on the shoulder, causing her to flinch, "That sounds like Huey! Hey, what kind of food have you eaten in America?"

Ming really didn't want to think too hard but quickly shifted through everything she ate, then listed off, "Chicken, pizza, cake, and Chinese food I think...oh and some homemade Chinese food."

**-Dubois Residence-**

"I knew you would come," Jazmine said, sitting on the front steps of her house.

"You could've waited for me," Huey replied, opening the front gate of the nice house. Tom and his wife had redesigned a bit, putting more focus on a front garden. Looked very much like a massive forest with multi-colored flowers and bushes scattered around, a huge wooden flower and vine covered arch above the brown wood fence. This was all per Jazmine's request.

"You like my garden?" Jazmine asked, watching Huey glance around briefly and return his familiar glare towards her. "What did I say, last time?" Huey asked, jokingly but always in his serious manner. Jazmine smirked and arose on the steps, extending her hand out towards him, "You said, 'What did I say last time'."

Huey's eyes rolled to the side and a smirk quickly formed on his face before fading away, he put his hands on his hips, "And what did I say, then?"

"Before, you said it was beautiful," Jazmine smiled, shaking her hand in the air to grab Huey's attention. It was obvious she wanted to hold hands, and although odd of her to be so subtle about it he still touched his hands with hers. Jazmine's smile peaked as she squeezed his hand and then pulled him closer, "Let's have some fun, I'll get the shower running."

"Get the shower running?" Huey asked, Jazmine nodded, unclasping his hand and running to the bathroom. Huey felt awkward about this, something about Jazmine was more subtle and off. It was a recent accumulative trend, he had noticed it before but he dismissed it as her ever-growing lust. Although the conclusion remained same, with Ming in his life now it didn't feel correct.

"You have any change of clothes?" Jazmine called from the bathroom, followed quickly by a loud sound of water rushing from pipes through the walls and sudden burst of focused splashing water.

"Change of clothes for what?" Huey asked, slowly walking into the bathroom. Jazmine smiled at him, using her finger and softly pushed his chest-pushing him back. "Don't be naughty now, Huey." She then quickly closed the door on the confused boy, whose eyes jumped around as he quickly speculated on the comment, "The fuck are you doing?"

"Huey! Watch your language!" He heard Jazmine cry from inside. He put his ear against the door and heard the shuffling of clothes, likely pulling off her huge pink sweater. This was all a little weird for him now, the waiting for her to adjust her clothes as the steam from the shower slowly escaped through the door.

He tapped his feet on the carpet and leaned against the wall, looking at the cream colored little hallway scattered with pictures of Jazmine and her parents. Huey reminded himself of how foolish he would be to think of Jazmine as anything besides a close-friend, despite past intentions of actually dating her.

His eyes looked at a picture of her playing with a huge teddy bear, another of her blowing out the candles on a cake-with himself and a massive amount of White kids standing around him. He had a grumpy look on his face in the picture.

"She's innocent, like a sister or a daughter," Huey whispered to himself, twiddling with his fingers, "She doesn't mean anything, she and Ming are on entire different le-"

The door quickly opened and a cloud of steam escaped the brightly lit bathroom, Jazmine walked out in a very inappropriate bikini outfit. The minute Huey's line of sight registered Jazmine wearing such skinny and sexy swimwear, he immediately glanced over at the corner-absolutely refusing to even acknowledge it.

"Oh Huey, you don't have to look away," Jazmine explained, noticing Huey hadn't changed his gaze at the floor. Jazmine grinned to herself before putting her hands on her hips, "What's the matter with you? If you're going to ignore me the whole time then you can leave, friends don't treat each other like that."

Huey's eyes sprung up at the mention of the 'friends' thing, he looked over at Jazmine who seemed a little worried in her expression-thankfully not serious. "Sometimes Jazmine, you should give men a head's up before dressing in that string of thread you call a 'bikini'," Huey shot, unable to draw his attention away from her.

"It's aquatic swim wear," Jazmine huffed, cocking an eyebrow as Huey blatantly scanned her body. He was noticing everything that only confirmed his suspicion about her: thick but slim thighs, very straight looking legs, sizable hips that made up her hourglass figure, and the increased size of her breast.

The worst part is that it was all better than Ming, and yet for some odd reason he felt more aroused around Ming.

"Jazmine, you're not a kid anymore, you're near pre-teen and you cannot deny your development," Huey said, walking past her and into the bathroom. Jazmine looked over at him, "What does that mean?"

"...Sometimes I get really worried about you," Huey admitted, grabbing the bottle of soap and looking over at Jazmine, "Why you needed to strip entirely when washing your hair would likely only wet-at most-your torso is beyond me."

"Stop thinking so much, you're making my head hurt," Jazmine demanded, pulling back the shower curtain and unwrapping her afro-puffs. Huey watched her carefully as she bent over and adjusted the water temperature,_ 'Is she unaware her ass is fucking glaring at me?'_

"Okay, this is good," Jazmine said, running her fingers through her hair, "Come on, wash it." He walked up behind her and grabbed her hair gel, flicking open the cap and squirting the mango-scented gel on his hand.

"Bend over," Huey said.

"Okay," Jazmine then stretched over, dipping her hair in the rays of water. She closed her eyes, feeling the streaks of water sink in-between the roots of her hair and rush down her face. Feeling her mood soften much from the warm feeling, her knees bent a little and pushed her body out a bit-streaks of water beads from her hair rushed down her back. To Huey, she was awkwardly grinding him and reacting some orgasm-feeling from her moaning-indirectly of course.

"You're too innocent for your own good," Huey noted, rubbing the gel in his hands together and reached for her hair-bending awkwardly over her bikini covered rump.

"I'm not some ditsy girl, Huey," Jazmine shot, sounding incredibly ironic with her ditsy voice. "I may not be super-smart like you, but sometimes I know what I'm doing." Huey froze at that statement, then re-examined his position over her, _'Deliberate?...Nah.'_

He put his hands in her wet hair and pulled her head back from the water, proceeding to rub his fingers through her beautiful fulvous-colored strands. Her moans grew louder and her hips pushed back even more as Huey practically massaged her scalp, Huey constantly reminding himself that she's innocent as a deterrent from getting aroused.

It wasn't working.

"That's great Huey, r-right there," Jazmine moaned, much to Huey's consternation as he tried his best to seem unfazed by her actions. Quite literally her firm fawn-colored buttocks which were tanned a little brown on the tops of her rondure ass-sandwiching his stiffened dick in his pants.

"Huey, get the front," Jazmine moaned, her hands resting on the clay rim of the tub as she beat over 90 degrees downwards. Huey's hands stretched over and his fingers pushed the bubbling gel into the front of her scalp. He was losing his balance as he bluntly leaned on top of her, trying to get her hair into the shower.

"Huey, you're going to slip," Jazmine warned, enjoying the massage and noticing his crotch push against her. The boy knew he was in a bad spot, and quickly put his left foot on top of the tub's rim, avoiding falling over but accidentally fitting her ass almost perfectly inside the space of his crotch area.

"So big…..," Jazmine whispered to herself.

"Uh, what?" Huey asked in utter disbelief she would say something so sexual, "C'mon Jazmin-"

"I don't see what the problem is," Jazmine pointed out, still calm and moaning as she spoke, "Your fingers are REALLY big." Huey was dumbfounded by her comment before frowning to himself, unsure if she truly didn't understand what she was doing.

How could she?

"Okay, time to get a little wetter, spray me!" Jazmine announced.

How couldn't she?!

_'If this was Ming, I would have taken it as an invitation to give her a facial!'_ Huey guiltily thought.

"Okay," Huey used his right hand and adjusted the shower head, washing her scalp from the soap. More and more streaks of water rushed down her back, disappearing inside her bikini bottoms and wetting the fabric. Unfortunately as she took her own hands and scratched her head, a large rush of water submerged from her scalp and covered her back in water-which rolled down and wet both her bottom and his erect dick.

"Jeez! So much water!" Huey complained, trying to pull his hips away.

"Told you, this is a wet business," Jazmine said, pulling back from the shower and grabbing a towel. Huey used another dry towel to dry himself and quickly exited the bathroom, to avoid having Jazmine discover his arousal 'down below.'

"To my room, Huey!" He heard her shout from the other-side of the door, "We've got plenty of time, Mom and Dad don't get home till six'."

"Damn…" Huey muttered.

**- Krispy Kreme Restaurant-**

"You like it?" Michael asked, chewing on his warm doughnut. Michael had always wanted to bring a foreigner to what he believed to be one of America's best food places. He watched Ming sniff the classic glaze doughnut-taking in the sweet doughy smell of warmed bread and glaze dressing-then slowing chewing off a piece of it.

Ming's eyes seemed to flare in wonder and joy as she chewed the sweet, mush-like piece of bread rolled in her mouth. "Oh that's wonderful!" Ming cheered, chewing down on the rest of the skinny doughnut before quickly grabbing another one-this time chocolate.

"Great, ain't it?" Michael asked, but was completely ignored by Ming as her eyes scanned the 12' count box of doughnuts, mixed with chocolates, glaze, and cream-filling. All of them warm and delicious smelling. As she chewed down the chocolate, she felt her stomach rumble in anticipation for more authentic American food-drinking down the meal with a cold Coca-cola.

"These are way better than the crappy Chinese imitations in Shanghai," Ming noted, chewing down more food before examining and then eating the warm cream-filled one. It took her by surprise, unaware it was cream filled and she accepted it by sticking her tongue in-between the torn off section of the doughnut and sucked out the cream.

"Ming? Ming, listen to me!" Michael demanded, only getting a semi-interest stare from her-childishly chewing on her food. Michael quickly changed his tone, not trying to appear threatening or unlikable, "You think its good, apparently."

"Damn straight!" Ming laughed, baffling Michael by her usage of that term.

"Well, I'm glad you liked them," Michael said, sipping his tongue-burning soda. Ming finished her doughnut and took a napkin to wipe off the dried-up glaze on her cheeks. Michael noticed her eyes suddenly glaring at him, questionably enthralled or suspicious-it was unclear with her lips covered with a napkin.

She pulled the napkin away and showed off what appeared to be the slightest of smirks, striking similar to that of Mona Lisa's grin. Her emotions seemed suddenly oriented to him now and for the first time, before she only seemed to look at him as a minor annoyance that was bothering her.

"Well, looks like you've taken a chill pill," Michael sighed, folding his arms and raising his brows.

"Hmm, yes…..'chill', yeah I'm chilling," Ming smiled back, her hilariously semi-accurate understanding of American phrases causing Michael to chuckle. Ming didn't seem bothered by him finding humor in her silly statements, she knew it was wrong.

"What do you want to know about me?" Ming asked, leaning forwards and holding her chin in her palm with her fingers wrapped across the right side of her face. She had that 'curiously-interested' look about her, but also felt somewhat derisive.

"Who said I wanted to learn anything?" Michael asked, uncomfortably grabbing a chocolate doughnut and glancing away, but Ming didn't bite. "This entire time you tried to open conversation about my origins, but I was in a bad mood and instead you started talking about yourself," Ming explained.

"Well, you got me," Michael admitted, shrugging his shoulders, "Then, I guess I just want to know what you plan on accomplishing here?"

"To be a better kickball player," Ming quickly answered.

"Oh….right," Michael grinned, scratching his scalp and trying to make himself forget the possibly offensive question he wanted to ask. "So, you're going to base your entire life off of kickball?" Michael asked, Ming seemed to flinch from the statement but retained her glare.

"Nope, I will free myself of it," Ming explained before sighing, "My stupid grandfather doesn't really how dumb he is for sending me here. I wanted to live in America anyways, so I'm going to find out everything I possibly can to stay here."

"Is Huey your ticket out?" Michael asked, then quickly swallowing the saliva in his throat. Ming shook her head, "Huey is merely a bonus, and a motivation. I truly love him, and since I can't bring him back to China with me, I'm staying here. But its not just Huey, I want to live here and study."

"Who says you can't bring him to China with you?" Michael asked, swallowing down his drink. Michael didn't really seem to focus on the question very much but it had Ming pause for a minute, fascinated by the question, "Yes….who says I couldn't."

"I'm just kidding," Michael laughed before wiping his mouth, "Even in China, he'd be too much of an alien to fit in I bet." Ming stared at him, analyzing his humor on the subject, "Y'know…..where I live we've seen black people before."

"How often?" Michael giggled, swirling his drink. Ming really wanted to lie and say 'all the time', for some odd reason having black people around would prove such diversity exists, and diversity usually goes hand-in-hand with advanced societies and thinking. In reality she knew quite well that even in Shanghai, black people were a little rare and when she did see one-everyone would glare at the person.

"Once a week, at the most," Ming explained reluctantly, greeted with another wave of laughter. Michael obviously wasn't biting any return bait that Ming had offered, getting a bitter glare from Ming.

"Whatever, the point is I'm here now," Ming said, chewing on another doughnut, "And speaking of him, where is he?"

"I dunno," Michael said, pulling out his homework from his backpack. He did this deliberately and on cue so that Ming would follow suit. She didn't and watched him blankly, Michael locked eyes with her and awkwardly looked down at his homework before back at her.

"...Why are you staring? You're staring at m-,..you…., you do a lot of staring you know?" Ming said, in a 'did you know' shocking manner. Michael forced a laugh and looked down, "Sorry, this is just a new experience for me."

"Doing your homework?" Ming asked, skeptically.

"No, talking to a foreigner," Michael smiled eagerly at her, continuing to fiddle with his half-eaten doughnut, "Something about it, I just don't get to talk to people like you." Ming shrugged and drunk down the last remainders of substance in her bottle before chuckling to herself.

"It's a new experience for me too."

Michael heard her whisper this to herself and quickly looked up and playfully slapped her on the shoulder, grabbing her attention, "Good, this is an experience we can share." Ming blushed at his directness and grabbed the part of the shoulder he playfully hit, rubbing it softly-but subconsciously.

"Good, I'm glad I've made a new friend today," Ming said, sounding oddly hopeful that her statement was correct. She was leading him on to agree for self-satisfaction. "Oh yes, new friend indeed."

"But, I like to share my experiences with my lover as well, do you really not know where he is?" Ming asked, sounding a bit more serious when bringing up Huey. Michael blabbed to himself deliberately, pretending to review his thoughts before quickly announcing he didn't know, "Blah uh well ah, I…..I just don't know."

"Jeez, he left me."

"Hey man, I'm not that boring I hope!"

"Of course not, Michael."

Ming watched the boy eagerly smile at her for the fifteenth time before pulling out a pencil and tracing a line on his crumbled and awful-quality graph paper. For some odd reason she wanted to take a picture of him and send it to her friends in China, his weird locks would be a spark for conversation.

She reached for her pockets and felt around, remembering again that her phone was stolen. She bitterly cursed to herself in Chinese before returning a smile and grabbing another plain doughnut.

"If Huey didn't tell you where he was going, its obvious he doesn't want you to find him-so who gives a shit where he is," Michael said, continuing with his homework. Despite not returning the glare, Ming stared at him, astonished.

"He could be off doing some things: drugs, guns and gangs, fights…...girls," Ming's listing seemed to end right when she said that, the 'girls' aspect seemed even more scary than all other issues she mentioned.

"Please brah," Michael said, keeping his gaze towards his paper, "If there's anything Huey won't do, its getting involved in things that bring the black community down." Ming leaned in, "But how can you be so sure?"

"I just know," Michael said, somewhat obviously uninterested in the conversation, "Huey is a black supremacist, but a supremacist of the good ideological-to its most basic-of the black race."

"You sound just like him," Ming noted, Michael's head shot up in surprise and took it as a complement, "Really?" Ming nodded, "Yeah, to where what you're saying is so confusing at times." Michael rolled his eyes and looked back down at his paper, "Ming, you're living proof that Huey doesn't agree with the black community in general, and actually loves Asians in a weird sense."

"...Oh I agree! I told him he was more Chinese than he was black," Ming said, leaning back in her seat and stretching out her neck. "Don't worry, he's likely out doing something thats not even important."

_'Wait a minute, he said 'Jaz business' or something….Jaz….Jazmine, I think,'_ Michael thought, massaging his neck with his right hand, _'The way he said it-now that i really think about it-is obviously Jazmine. What's he doing with her, unless he is maybe breaking the news to her about Ming.'_

"What do you like about Huey anyways, besides the fact that he's good player," Michael asked, unsure himself why he even asked the question. Ming smiled, "You sound a little jealous because you keep mentioning him."

"I do this with everyone," Michael quickly lied, and sternly as well-Ming immediately nodded and dismissed it.

"Besides the fact that he's cute, its his character I love. Something about the…..held-back, rage and maturity of him…...he's well beyond his age. He hates everything about society, and I love him for it," Ming talked on, staring at the ceiling as she listed off Huey's intellectual ability. This list however wasn't what Michael actually wanted and raised a hand to silence her.

"No, I mean…...uh, what do you guys do in your spare time," Michael explained before scratching his head and his grin widening, "Like…..okay, condoms or birth control?"

Ming looked at him stale, before slowly catching on to what he was hitting at and her face melted to that of disbelief.

"Uh, no, no, no!" Ming looked away embarrassed, continuing to shake her head, "No way, I'm sorry I don't know if that is a Western thing, but…...I don't talk about that stuff with other boys."

Michael realized his massive error and tried to correct the mistake, shaking his hands to the sides in a defensive positions, "No, I mean it's cool and all!"

"No it is not cool! If you were a close friend that was a girl, yes, I have no problem with public affection or speaking dirty things in public unlike most Chinese people," Ming complained before rubbing her temples with her index fingers, "But I'm not a whore! I will not tell you what Huey and I do together to make you feel…...aroused."

"No, no! I didn't know!" Michael loudly cried, trying really hard to convince her, "I'm not aroused, it was just typical conversation!"

"Sure," Ming muttered before grabbing her backpack and oddly holding it close, as if she was motioning to leave, "If that's the case then you can find out my secrets from Huey, but I won't tell a stranger I just met what kind of condoms I use or birth control."

"So, you admit you use those?" Michael asked, trying to inject humor.

And it didn't work.

"...Okay, take me home now," Ming demanded plainly, grabbing her backpack with a box of leftover doughnuts and escaped the seating booth. Michael watched her helplessly as she faked a smile and thanked the cashier lady who had been watching them to distract the woman from Ming's apparent embarrassment. She then turned to Michael and pretending to be happy with him, gleefully gestured for him to arise from his seat and leave.

Michael realized how severe his error was and without objection he left his doughnuts on the table, following the illegitimate happy girl. They skipped through the seats of people watching them, mainly because it seemed to be two odd interracial kids with stark differences in expressions.

They exited the building and Ming's smile immediately dropped, she merely folded her arms and waited silently for Michael to lead her home. Michael attempted to redeem himself but couldn't even start his apology, his mouth opening with no message sent.

"I loved the doughnuts, but now I want to be with my boyfriend-_alone_-so take me to him."

**-Jazmine's House-**

"That's so nice," Jazmine muttered to herself, sitting on the floor as Huey massaged her scalp with hair oil. Huey took her comb and started stretching out her long curly strands into an afro, slowly with each pull. "You have to maintain your natural hair," Huey insisted, stretching out her hair bands and wrapping it over her fuzzy mess-combing out each isolated section.

"Do you think that because you're a Black power guy?" Jazmine asked, opening her eyes and flicking on the television set. She then leaned back and constantly clinched her toes with every pleasurable pull of her hair and push against her scalp.

"No, I think that because you might regret your decision and your Dad wanted to use lye on you," Huey explained, separating her fuzzy hair into two separate balls. "Many Black women have their hair fall out and wish they hadn't done it, which is why they cut their hair so low oftentimes."

"So, you're doing this for me then," Jazmine said comfortably to herself, her fingers fiddling with each other.

"Yeah, you don't want short hair right? Black girls should just make different types of braids or use a hot comb because I swear Jazmine, I won't be walking around with any Black girl wearing an ugly red-weave on that flies off the minute they fight someone," Huey scolded, a little out of himself when saying that.

"Ooh, that was mean," Jazmine said, feeling him finish up with her hair. She got up and felt around her hair, not caring much for it as it was her typical style anyways. She was more concerned with Huey being in her house, that was the entire purpose anyways.

"Thanks Huey, Im'ma go change," Jazmine said, almost flirty like before tossing the remote, "Let's watch a movie together before you go."

"On a school night?" Huey questioned.

"Yes, and something romantic!" Jazmine ordered, running up the stairs and into her room. The word 'romantic' echoed in his head while he glared at his reflection in the TV. The setting sun burned inside the living room and increased the inside temperature, making Huey feel very lazy.

_'Our relationship was never serious, it was more friend-like than romantic,'_ Huey thought, excusing his guilt as he relaxed on Jazmine's couched and quickly found a cheesy 'hour and thirty-minute long' film.

Suddenly he was overcome with worry, he hadn't even bothered to check on Ming and she probably couldn't find her way home if Michael failed to arrive. He pulled out his phone and noticed he hadn't received any calls, but still quick-dialed Ming's number and held the phone to his ear. After a few seconds of ringing, it suddenly ceased and went straight to a voice mail that was in Mandarin, and then English.

Huey didn't bother to leave a message, assuming if she didn't even answer the phone she probably wouldn't bother to listen to a message.

"So, am I poppin' or what?"

Huey glanced over at her before quickly looking away and exhaling loudly, "What the hell! Jazmine!" He could hear her giggle madly when she walked over and stood in front of him, "Whats wrong, little boy?"

"Little boy? Jazmine, who bought you that?!" Huey said, keeping his eyes covered.

"Dad did, so?" Jazmine asked, twirling around.

Huey helplessly looked up at her and stared at her strange nightgown. It was a thin, see-through dress with see-through patterns. Major emphasis on the see-through aspect, her body was lightly visible with every curve and developing asset presenting itself to Huey.

"Isn't that something along the lines of a lingerie dress?" Huey asked, unable to draw his eyes away from her perky brown nipples on her spectacularly circular breast. Jazmine shrugged her shoulders and jumping on the couch next to him.

"I''ll be a pre-teen in a few months, and can do whatever I want,"Jazmine pouted.

"I didn't say you couldn't, I just don't want people seeing you in this," Huey explained. Jazmine wrapped her bare arm around him and pulled him close, "It's not just anyone, it's only you."

_'Ming's qiapo?'_ Huey thought, the image of his girlfriend wearing her exotic outfit flashed in his head. The odd correlation between Ming's outfit and Jazmine's nightgown was hinting that she would try the same tactic tonight that Ming did, the only difference is that eating out Jazmine would be an act of infidelity.

Jazmine stretched her arm around his shoulders and snuggled close to him, similar to how a man would with his girlfriend. Huey wasn't any more bothered by this than her lingerie dress, he was still trying his best not to stare.

**-Outside the Freeman House-**

"What's up, gurl?" Riley asked, slapping his hands with Cindy.

"I got some pot, bruh," Cindy said, pulling out a bag of earthy-looking cannabis. A smile breached his face and eagerly looked around for a smoking spot. "Let's just walk, nigga," Riley whispered, looking at the bright light illuminating from Grandad's window.

Cindy quickly pulled him away and rolled him up a joint, handing it over to Riley. She did the same for herself and lit both Riley's and her own joint. They both tried to inhale the smoke and in unison, violently coughed for a couple of seconds.

"Ooh, that shit is strong!" Riley coughed, then spitting on the grass to pretend like he had something in his mouth.

"Y-Yeah," Cindy replied, trying to catch her breath. Riley had decided to start smoking weed at age 10 and for Cindy, 11, considering Cindy was already pretty good at selling it and it was the 'in' thing for gangstas. Riley didn't feel comfortable doing it before, but after some persuasion he eventually found himself hooked to it.

Cindy pulled out an iPhone and curiously explored it, giggling as she noticed the lack of a password. Riley looked over and watched her before noticing her brows sink down and then roll her eyes, leaning over himself to see the screen.

"The fuck is dat'?" Riley asked, blowing smoke out over the screen.

"It's sum' Korean shit," Cindy explained, clicking on the settings app and examining where the language option was. Everything on the screen was in Chinese. "Anyways babe, I got this shit for you, so be grateful and pop dis'!"

"About that…" Riley quickly snatched the phone from Cindy and examined it for any scratches, "The bitch you stole tis' from is bad news, nigga." Riley noticed only a minor scratch that was likely from Ming's doing-hopefully.

"Bra, it was some Chinagirl," Cindy pointed out.

"Yeah, and you can't fuck wit' that Chinagirl!"Riley shouted at her,seeing the 'flower' icon which showed her pictures. Riley then put the screen to Cindy's face, showing her the image of his brother.

"...What's Huey doin' on her phone?" Cindy asked, her tone shifting from confused to worried. Riley sighed and wiped his face, "The girl you stole dis' from is Huey's bitch, yo." Cindy jagged up and almost choked on her slobber, stretching her shirt out.

"W-What?! I didn't even see J-baby today!" Cindy exclaimed.

"Nah uh, Huey gotz a new bitch!" Riley explained, waving a picture of Ming on the phone in front of her face, "And she lives in my house, nigga!"

Cindy blankly watched the image of Ming wave back and forth on the glowing screen, making a connection between the cute girl on the screen and the one she beat up. It was uncanny that any such relationship with her, had anything to do with Huey.

"Can't…..nah…...Huey, my nigguh!" Cindy cringed, rubbing her temples, "I can't believe you be datin' an Asian."

"Believe it, like Naruto, blud!" Riley said, putting the phone in his pocket. Cindy's legs started shivering and Cindy's hand flung up and tried to puff her blunt but it wasn't lit anymore. She quickly fiddled in her pocket and grabbed a lighter, putting the blunt in her mouth and lit the end of it.

"Fuck!" Riley cried, "You ain't seen how much he be fuckin' kissin' her, and last night…..I caught Huey smacking on her puss'-puss'!" Cindy arched a brow and blew out smocking with uncertainly in her expression, "You mean he was eatin' her out?"

Riley nodded, folding his arms.

"Right in the vajay-jay!"

Cindy angrily tossed her blunt aside and in a fainted-like manner, flopped against the telephone pole and wiped her head. "I can't believe tis' shit right here….." Cindy breathed heavily and threw off her orange jacket, soaking in more direct air on her jersey-covered body.

"A fuckin' Asian girl, yo' brothah left Jazz-girl for a fuckin' Chinagirl," Cindy said to herself, looking up at the slowly-reddening blue sky in reflective disappointment. "All dat' work to hook up Jazmine wit' Huey, and he went for a fuckin' bitch from 'Nam."

"Hey, I ain't for dis' either…...but don't be roastin' on Ming, tho, she be cool at times," Riley explained, looking around for Huey and Ming. "Don't worry tho', you still my play-bitch so I ain't gonna let Huey touch'ya."

"Bullshit, nigga," Cindy groaned.

"Nah, I'm tellin' the truth," Riley said, tossing his own blunt away, "Huey gonna be pissed. I gotta get Ming to not snitch, so I'm goin' to give it back to her and say some other bitch did it." Riley then wrapped an arm around Cindy-which was odd for him-and pulled her into his chest, "No homo, but you number one."

Cindy's frown shifted a little bit into a smile but sighed again, "This is what we call, love, blud."

"No homo," Riley reminded her. Cindy had known for a while that Riley used that term inappropriately all the time.

"How long did Huey know this bitch? Already eatin' her out?" Cindy questioned, before pulling away from his grip and rubbing her neck, "I know yo' stupid ass for two years now, I can't get shit."

"Nigga, I ain't into that shit. Bitches-besides you-are fo' show," Riley explained, baffling Cindy.

"What kinda 'bitch', I am then?" Cindy questioned.

"You my partner bitch," Riley said, grinning madly, "I run wit' you, and then I show yo' ass."

"Nigga, you got a lot to learn," Cindy laughed. Suddenly something caught her eye as a shining reflection beamed over from the very horizon of the sidewalk. "Blud, niggas are comin'."

Michael was thinking of anything that could mend-up what he said earlier, but as they came closer to Huey's residence it was likely he would leave Ming on the awkward note. Ming didn't speak much to Michael, but primarily because she was embarrassed and those Chinese social regulations was bothering her.

"Michael, I'm not mad or anything," Ming muttered.

"Huh? Oh good, because I wasn't trying to make you embarrassed," Michael said, glad that after a half-hour commute she finally spoke up. Ming cringed at the last part, "Uh, well I'm a little embarrassed, but its not your fault."

"Oh….sorry," Michael put his hands in his pockets and stared away at the trees, their leaves darkening in the setting sun. He heard Ming chuckle and his eyes slowly glanced over at her, but Ming's eyes connected immediately with his, "I just said it was my fault."

"I know, but I take some fault in it," He said, rocks and misplaced leaves rolling over his shoes, "I should've been smart about it-could've been sexual harassment y'know?"

"Are you giving me reasons to turn you in to the police?" Ming's grin widened and jiggled a bit as she held back her laughter, "Certainly you'd be black."

"Shit, man!" Michael laughed with her, "Even you know how the police treat Blacks."

Ming's laughter halted for a second, not understanding why he correlated being black with being a Black-American. In China, being 'black' is to be guilty and being 'white' is to be innocent-but she never related it to being a racial thing.

"America has a weird obsession with race," Ming said, in a more serious tone. Michael stared at her, unsure what provoked such a serious and straightforwards comment.

Ming looked up and saw two figures in front of Huey's home, the figures themselves-she could tell- were sagging with their pants so she knew it wasn't Huey. Ming tapped Michael's hip and pointed to them, "Huey's friends maybe?"

"...No, it's just Riley," Michael explained, his eyes scanning the person next to him. He stopped in his tracks upon realizing who it was. He quickly warned Ming but the girl continued walking, watching Michael as he awkwardly motioned for her to stop.

"What are you doing, who is the other?" Ming questioned, sounding not in the least concerned.

"It's the girl that fucked with you!" Michael blurted. Ming looked back and her indifferent expression turned into one of devilish curiosity. Like a kid who just heard from their parent that there was a rifle underneath the bed, and there were some glass bottles on the fence.

"The same one who beat me up, the White one in charge?"

"Yeah."

"Oh," Her brows arched down and a little chuckle escaped her lips, "I have something I need to say to her then."

"Who, Cindy?!" Michael shrieked, trying his best to scare her out of it, "Dude, she'll kill you."

"She caught me off-guard the first time!" Ming quickened her pace and approached the ever-more decipherable people and seeing the bright blonde hair she was looking for.

Michael was no more baffled than Riley and Cindy who had been watching Ming speed-walk straight to her. Cindy wasn't worried about getting beat up from this foreign girl, but instead getting berated by Huey who would fault her for any scars or bruises.

Riley quickly confirmed that it was Ming with her familiar jet-black hair waving in the air, and Cindy merely assumed it was her because no other Asian girl would have the courage to threatening approach her.

And it was threatening; her fists were balled, a noticeable frown on her face, and her teeth showing through her little opening in-between her lips. Ming was angrier and angrier as she got within range of her, she tried to keep her cool but the sudden proximity reminded her of her sores and bruises.

"Hey hoe!" Ming shouted, unsure of the severity of her words but assuming it was offensive considering she was shouting it a lot, "You hear me, White bitch?" Normally Riley would've laughed at the accent in her voice, but now it was scaring him-especially after his own humiliating defeat.

"Watch it, China-bitch," Cindy muttered, taking a step back.

"Riley, what are you doing here?" Ming asked. Riley didn't respond and quickly pulled out her phone, holding it in front of her, "Aye, there it is-lay off." Ming snatched it from him and examined the phone, looking for dents and scratches.

"You're friends with this girl?" Ming asked, somewhat un-surprised by the likely revelation. Riley sighed and nodded, but then he flung up and remembered what was more important, "Ming, I know you got some shit an all!"

"Got some shit?" Ming didn't let Riley finish, shoving her finger in his face, "Your friend attacked me for no reason!"

"Yeah b-"

"Who does that?! Is that what crazy Westerners do?" Ming growled, her eyes flinging over to the unimpressed but slightly worried Cindy who kept quiet, "Do you think you can attack me because you're from the West?"

"Listen hoe, I ain't no faggot," Cindy snarled, staring at her eye-to-eye, "I'm from the East Coast."

"What?" Ming questioned, before shaking her head, "No forget it, you are just very stupid."

"Ming, listen!" Riley screamed, grabbing her shoulders and putting his face inches between hers, "Look, Cindy is sorry and you got yo' phone back! I made sure of it, no scratches, nicks, nothin' Ching-Chong, so keep this between us!"

"Why do you speak in riddles! Keep between us? Nobody else is involved!" Ming harshly used her elbows and swiped his arms away-inflicting minor pain in both his arms and her torso. Riley was swung back, clinching his teeth in pain as he felt the vibrations migrate through his arms. Ming put a hand on her stomach, feeling the pain from earlier once she stretched back to hit his arms.

"Tis' hoe is pissin' me off," Ming heard the blonde girl say, and she immediately put her phone in her pocket and walked towards Cindy. The wigger took a step back and lifted a hand to halt Ming, but she was determined to get in her face.

"Where are you running to!" Ming screamed, watching Cindy take huge steps back, "I ain't even scared of ya', I just ain't tryin' to fuck up Huey's hoe. Take yo' stupid-ass back to fuckin' Asia or some shit!"

"My name is Ming! I am not Huey's hoe!" Cindy blinked and within a second felt the full-force of a punch nail her straight in the stomach. Ming's fist was incredibly curvy and solid, pushing back her organs and knocking her off her feet. Cindy fell straight back onto the pavement and clinched her stomach, trying her hardest not to vomit.

"Ming!" Riley screamed, instinctively throwing the Chinese girl back from Cindy. Ming stumbled a bit and watched Riley examine and help Cindy back on her feet, knowing Riley was muttering something to cool her down as Cindy seemed extremely angry.

"I know you'se pissed, but don't- just fuckin' get da' fuck out of here," Riley pleaded, helping her to her feet. Cindy's angry glare turned to Riley-their eyes glued-as she slowly turned back around and walked away. Riley felt a little hurt by her silence, watching his friend walk coldly away from him. Cindy didn't even bother to say 'bye', just picking up her pace as she j-walked the street and found herself wandering away-with a hand to her stomach.

"Those karate lessons were useful," Ming muttered, clenching her fists and then bringing her gaze to Riley. The boy was still watching the little blonde figure walk away, before she finally became a blind-sight to Riley's perspective and mixed with the undecipherable trees and houses on the horizon.

Ming patiently waited for a response from Riley, taking note that he seemed more shell-shocked than angry. Something which disturbed Ming a little. If he was angry, she would've taken him less seriously because he's always mad about something-but to be bemused entirely or even utterly emotionless was worth observing.

Obviously, it wasn't too common.

Her own anger faded quickly as Riley had yet to acknowledge her presence after her punch, and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings. Feeling another pair of eyes watch her, she quickly flung around and pushed her black hair away to see Michael standing some yards behind her. His hands was in his pockets, and his locks slightly swung around his astonished eyes.

Ming then forced a shrug at Michael-pretending to be naive about Riley's hesistation-but Michael just watched them without responding. Ming sighed and looked back at Riley. With the sun now having completed half of its setting-procedure, Riley's darkened figure contrasted sharply with the even darker streets and heavenly glowing golden-orange of the skies.

"Riley, are you okay?" Ming asked. Riley's ears flinched-causing Ming to jump-and he turned around with a very confused look on his face. An expression Ming wasn't expecting, which made it all the more scary.

"Karate, Ching-Chong?" Riley muttered, in his abnormal defeatist attitude. He seemed absolutely disgusted by her words, which made Ming all the more embarrassed, "So you got what you want, yo' phone, and yo' revenge…..now don't tell Huey."

"I won't," Ming whispered back. All these words were entirely out of range from Michael, who watched only to make sure Ming wasn't hurt.

**-Jazmine's House-**

"Can you kiss like that?" Jazmine asked.

"I don't know," Huey replied, entirely removed from the film.

"Wanna find out?" Jazmine asked again, tightening her grip around his shoulders.

Huey locked eyes with her humored ones, but his expression was that of reluctance. Jazmine laughed it off and poked at his nose, "You're always so weird Huey." Huey wasn't in the slightest concerned about what she said anymore, but felt the hard burden of revealing the truth suddenly thrust out of him.

"I am a good kisser," Huey said, with a sound of objectivity in his voice. Jazmine's eyebrow tilted up before pushing herself into Huey more, "You got any evidence?" Huey nodded, not blinking once as his eyes remained locked with hers, "I kiss my girlfriend often."

"You haven't kissed me in weeks," Jazmine pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"I haven't?"

"No."

"Could it be…"

"...Could it be what?"

"Could it be...perhaps, that you're not my girlfriend?"

Jazmine's smile froze in place and she watched him carefully, looking for the minuscule evidence of humor or sarcasm. His hands remained at his sides, his brows slightly down, and his eyes were unmovable; no evidence found. She then forced a smile of her own and slowly backed her head away from his, trying to get his punchline.

"You're kidding, right?"

"...Unless your name is Ming Long-Dou, then no I'm not."

_'Ming Long-What?!'_ Jazmine's eyes widened and she quickly turned away before immediately staring at him. He still hadn't busted the truth about the joke, because it was becoming more obvious that it wasn't a joke.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Jazmine asked, her high-pitched voice sunk a little in tone.

"Don't curse around me, and no its not," Huey shot, trying not to look bothered by Jazmine's horrified expression. She found herself utterly speechless, and suddenly a burst of humiliation overtook her.

"You're c-cheating on me?!" Jazmine screamed, jumping up to her feet and stretching her arms and legs apart-showing off her naked body through her see-through dress, "I did this for you and you leave me?!"

"I didn't ask for this," Huey groaned.

"Yes you did!" Jazmine screamed, quickly grabbing the remote and fiddling around with the buttons to turn the T.V. off. Huey watched uncomfortably as she slammed the remote on the glass coffee table, it made a loud 'bang' as the batteries and lid flung from the remote and fell over the side. She quickly hurried to the wall and turned on the light switch, fulfilling the cream colors of the room and revealing her distressed expression and Huey's slightly discouraged one.

"I'd prefer the lights off, I don't think I should see you practically naked," Huey muttered, looking away as he rested his chin in his palm, stationed on the couch arm rest. Jazmine took it as an insult and angrily threw her arms to her side, "It's because I'm ugly?!"

"That's not even what I said," Huey groaned, wiping his face, _'Fucking ditsy, as usual!'_

"You asked for this when you kissed me and grabbed my butt!" Jazmine cried. Huey shook his head, disagreeing, "That was months ago, wasn't it?"

"Who cares, what did t-that mean?" Jazmine argued, trying to force him to agree to her stance. Logically, it was futile but she couldn't just give up. "After I did it, you quickly backed away and looked at me like I had committed a crime," Huey said, incredibly plain and dull. It was reminding him of when he nearly shouted at Ming for liking him despite trying to fool him during that notorious kickball game.

He wasn't going to do that twice.

"In a way, I really want to apologize if you misunderstood-but after my essential rejection and then you pretending like we should be just friends I decided to give-up," Huey explained, watching the shivering mulatto girl.

Jazmine was unable to control herself as the pressure beneath her eyes forced her to close her eyelids and look away-unable to control her tears. Her hands covered her eyes and she felt the need to weep into his arms, but he was the offender.

"I-I-I- I wanted y-you, C-Cindy gave me s-some a-a-advice!" Jazmine stuttered, unable to control her sentences properly as she cried-feeling the weight of massive failure. Huey listened carefully and tried his hardest to not feel anymore displaced in this house, but if he could he would just leave.

"I kn-know I was n-not the s-sexiest, b-but you could-could've waited!"Jazmine cried, much to Huey's growing dismay. "You dressed like that because Cindy asked you to?" Huey looked outside the window and saw the headlights pull into the driveway through the darkness. Jazmine was completely unaware of this and continued to cry at the corner, "Y-Yes! But d-don't bl-blame her, she was t-trying to h-help me."

"I'm not going to blame her," Huey said casually, getting up from the couch and looking out from behind the curtains. Tom and Sarah were talking loudly with the sounds of the front car doors slam, Sarah started walking behind he SUV and opening the rear-door. Tom walked towards the front door before receiving a complaint from Sarah.

"Get these groceries, Tom!" Huey heard, the sound waves muffled through the window.

"Jazmine, go upstairs and change! It's seven-thirty, your parents are home!" Huey alerted, but Jazmine continued her weeping and seemed completely unaware as to what he just said. Huey looked at the couple through the window, then back at their crying daughter.

_'What a lose-lose situation,'_ Huey starting contemplating this debacle; Jazmine would never act the same with him, she's in a skimpy outfit, a boy is home, not just any boy but the boy her parents suspect is already having sex with her, and she's crying.

"Jazmine, c'mon," Huey sighed, pulling her arm but she merely crouched down to the floor and continued to cry. Huey refused to waste time, and aggressively grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs. Huey didn't really know what to do, but his best bet was to bring her up to her room and calm her down-parents don't react kindly to crying daughters right when they walk in.

Jazmine was tugged to the corner of her pink room, next to a teddy bear and her white wooden desk. Huey looked around and hoped he hadn't forgotten anything as he kneel'd down next to the crying Jazmine, but she didn't seem any better.

"Jazmine, why are you crying?" Huey asked, obviously irritated, "I still like you as a friend."

"F-Fuck you, H-Huey!"Jazmine cried, her weeping growing even louder.

"Jazmine!" Tom shouted from downstairs, Huey barely heard it but clarified it was then the minute Sarah also shouted for her. Huey quickly glanced over Jazmine before back at the door, "C'mon Jazmine, compose yourself!"

But she wasn't listening.

"Jazmine?" Tom shouted again, soft footsteps pressuring against the carpet floors. Huey listened carefully, putting his arms on her shoulders and shook Jazmine, "Seriously, please!" Jazmine frowned at him through her soaked eyes and turned away. Huey was becoming ever-more desperate for her composure to be more favorable and give him time to escape-but it seemed unlikely.

He wasn't even supposed to be in the house without Tom's permission, and made that very clear some months ago after being caught with Jazmine later than 6 o' clock. Now, it was near 8 o' clock, and well past the curfew for Oxford Students to be hanging out alone.

"Seriously Jazmine?" Huey asked, agitated by her continuous crying.

"L-Leave me alone," Jazmine replied, finding his words so hurtful.

"She's upstairs Tom, quit screaming," Huey heard Sarah complain, followed quickly by the pairs of footsteps going up the stairs. Huey felt his heart rate increase as the parents came closer and closer to Jazmine's doorway.

"C'mon Jazmine, please!" Huey begged.

"F-Fuck, y-you Hu-Hue-"

Jazmine suddenly felt a pair of lips push against hers, her eyes flung open and she felt Huey's body push against her own. She didn't kiss back-too surprised to even react-as Huey aggressively pushed his tongue in her mouth. He was incredibly aroused by all this even though he knew it was a wrongful act, at least enjoying himself to get Jazmine to shut up.

"Please be quiet," Huey muttered to her, his plump lips brushed against her own plump ones. Jazmine looked at his pupils and could see the desperateness which came from his voice and expression.

"Why s-should I?"

Huey then again proceeded to kiss her, this time his hand went straight to her beautifully developed chest. Jazmine jumped at his aggressiveness, his hand squeezed her somewhat circular left breast which pushed her nipples outwards.

"You were fucking teasing me with this shit all day," Huey growled, rotating her breast around in a circular motion, then pulling at the plump orbs. Jazmine moaned loudly through her somewhat strained vocal cords, Huey was having his way with her. She watched him extend his tongue on her brown nipple, his tongue was very odd and ticklish.

Huey's aroused member kept inconveniencing him as he shifted around and tried to act more relaxed. "Okay…...okay," Jazmine whispered, putting her hand on his head while his tongue pushed at her nipples, then shoving both his lips and nose underneath the fatness of her right light-brown boob.

"You keep this up, and you can go without my Dad finding out," Jazmine dictated, looking a little mad at him but insisting that he continued. Huey nodded, knowing sex was the only thing to keep her calm.

"Fine."

"Good, now my bellybutton, do it."

Huey leaned down and without hesitation, stuck his tongue inside her bellybutton. She had a cute little stomach, with just the right amount of fat to look perfectly healthy. Jazmine was more full in her figure, while Ming was more slim and dynamic.

"Jazmine?" Tom banged on the door, "Jazmine, open up."

"Dad, I'm busy!" Jazmine shouted, coughing a bit to take the strain out her voice.

"Doing what?" Tom demanded.

"Uh….homework, but don't come in!" Jazmine said. Huey sighed to himself, "You should've said you're getting dressed." Jazmine hit him on the top of the head, trying to think of something.

"Why not? You're just doing your homework," Tom asked, suspesion obvious in his voice.

"No I uh…"

"Tom!" Sarah shouted, audibly pulling him away from the door, "Are you okay honey?"

"Um, Mom, come in," Jazmine said, taking a huge risk here, "Without Dad." A brief silence came about as she slowly opened the door and looked around the corner, her blue eyes catching the scene of her daughter being groped and touched by Huey. She looked at them carefully before twirling her fingers towards Jazmine and smiling, then closing the door.

"What was she doing in there?" Tom asked, following Sarah as she started walking down the stairs. Sarah shrugged, "Just getting dressed, she was in her underwear." Tom made an 'oh' with his lips and glanced back at the door. "C'mon Tom, I want you in bed in a few minutes," Sarah smirked, tapping him around his lower-area.

"Close call, little girl," Huey said, trying to interject his typical humor into the subject. Jazmine grinned to herself before pushing Huey's head away, he rolled back and looked at her, "What's wrong, you wanna quit already? What is up with your Mom, anyways?"

"She is much more understanding, but she wants you out-that's the fingers thing-so leave in a minute or two," Jazmine said, somewhat disappointed but then remembering the heart-break he gave her earlier and angrily glared at him, "Nice job taking advantage of me even more."

"You wouldn't be quiet," Huey explained without concern, "You left me without any options-besides your breast."

"This isn't cool Huey, why didn't you tell me you had a girl already? That wasn't me!" Jazmine complained, massaging her scalp in frustration. "Because I just hooked up with her, and I didn't think coming over here that you'd seduce me. Do you even have condoms?"

Jazmine cocked a brow and harshly yanked her drawer in her nightstand to reveal red Trojan condoms and some pills. Huey was a little stunned by what looked like medical center in her drawer, but she quickly closed it.

"I know I'm going to sound awful," Huey grinned, but truly needed to ask, "But can I borrow a condom?"

"For what?" Jazmine groaned, "Your fucking girlfriend? Ding Long or something? What is she, Chinese?"

"No, its Ming Long-Dou, and I know you got those from the health center so you can g-"

"Huey, leave!" Jazmine said, pointing out the door. Huey stared at her for a second before sighing and turning around without saying anything-even in the face of Jazmine unleashing insults at him, "You're just another player-i can't believe you! I hope your Asian girlfriend gets pregnant tonight, asshole!"

_'I'm not a fucking player, you tried to seduce me. I didn't ask for it and you know it…..'_

Huey left the room and walked carefully down the stairs, praying he didn't run into Tom. The house felt oddly empty and the air was still and calm. He looked out the windows to see nothing but pitch-black darkness. He walked around the table with the now missing 'smashed' remote and grabbed his backpack next to the lamp which illuminated the room with a nice cream color which blended well with the brown, white, and red furniture.

"Hot chocolate is sounding nice," Huey said to himself, his tongue jumped a bit at the thought of a sugary warm drink.

He opened the door carefully and quietly stepped out, turning around and walking down the brightly lit stairway. As he stepped out of the porch light's range, the garden's darkness overtook the pathway which was only guided by a few little lights to the exit. Continuing his walk through the world of black darkness and navy blue night skies, he finally reached the exit-barely making out a figure at the end of the gate.

"Yes?" He asked, closing the gate casually.

"Looks like you had fun today, Huey," Sarah smiled, although Huey could barely make it out through the darkness. He didn't want to respond, rather letting the noises of dog barks from some far-away house, the occasional slightly audible car-motor drive-by then fade out in the night, and a couple crickets with a calming audible breeze speak for him.

"The night is calm, isn't it?" Sarah asked, her arms folded and leaning against the wooden post, "It might not have been if it weren't for Jazmine thinking to call me up."

"Tell Jazmine I'm impressed with the off-the-wall intellectual ability," Huey said sarcastically, looking over at the other side of the street with the silhouette black houses and glowing windows. Sarah found his sarcasm a little funny but didn't feel the need to show it, simply letting the night speak for her laughter.

"Did you fuck her?" Sarah asked bluntly.

"No," Huey said, admittedly surprised by her bluntness.

"Guessing by the scene, you were about to," She pointed out but Huey shook his head-even though she couldn't see it, "Hell no, I did it only to calm her down. I'm sorry but I don't like her anymore."

"Seriously?" Sarah asked, her smirk fading.

"Shes a wonderful girl and very nice, but I have another-she cried to me and tried to seduce me which is what you saw, and don't worry as you shouldn't see it again," Huey explained, walking away from house and towards his own neighborhood, "If you do see it again, then please stop me."

"Point taken," Sarah muttered.

"Oh," Huey stopped and turned to her, "No offense, but please don't buy Jazmine anymore lingerie dresses."

"...But I didn't buy her…..ugh, Cindy!" Sarah groaned, knowing exactly who probably got her the alleged outfit.

**-Near the Freeman Residence-**

Michael was texting Huey as he finally left, getting a message that he was on his way home. Huey then asked him how she behaved and if she gave him any problems, which Michael was quick to point out was a lot like a parent. But Huey didn't care,and re-text'd the question-implying he ignored the point.

Admittedly he did enjoy treating Ming like his child, his precious child who he was unwilling to let out into the brutal world.

Michael then text the words, 'Call me now.'

Huey looked at it indifferently and quickly turned to the calling mode, putting Michael's number into the phone and then making his call. Michael quickly picked up and prepared his little report for Huey.

"Hello?" Michael asked.

"Hey Michael, how did it go?" Huey asked, looking around for any strangers.

"Hello?"

"How did it go?!"

"Oh jeez, sorry! Anyways, Ming did well-we had some doughnuts and stuff-she cooperated with me pretty well so everything was fine," Michael explained, knowing he'd inevitably have to mention the Riley and Cindy aspect.

"Great, so no problems?" Huey asked.

"...Well, no," Michael wiped his head before continuing, "Try to not get too pissed off dude, you know how the C.I.A. is always looking for reasons to gr-"

"What happened!" Huey shouted, feeling something boil inside of him.

"Well…..Cindy…."

**-The Freeman Residence-**

Huey walked up to his house, uncertainty and anger bursting throughout his body as he processed the disturbing news. At least, distributing to him. Inside the house, Riley had sat down on the living room couch and hadn't said much. He blindly watched the television set, and gave very short and direct answers to Granddad before he went to bed.

Ming felt guilty about the whole ordeal, and made some food for him to eat but he didn't accept, just wanting to be left alone, looking at his phone as he tried to text Cindy who wouldn't respond. Ming then did both her's and Huey's homework so that she wouldn't anger him if he came home.

This was lasting for about an hour, until Huey harshly opened the door.

He walked in and dropped his bag randomly in the middle of the floor, looking over at Riley who sat lifelessly on the couch. Huey snapped his fingers-getting a minuscule glance from Riley-but that only pumped-up Huey even further.

"If I find ONE bruise, ONE scrap, I will fucking beat you senseless!"

Ming heard this odd muffled threat and recognized it as Huey, who was likely marching up the stairs to their room where she was stationed. She wasn't entirely sure what he said, but the tone sounded angry as a little bead of worry crept up behind her. Huey wasn't even remotely concerned about anything else other than seeing Ming, his day had been completely ricocheted in the wrong direction.

It was supposed to be Ming's day, he was supposed to hang out with Ming, he was supposed to get condoms and fuck Ming today._ 'All of it, ruined by a silly little horny girl, a stupid-ass brother and a bitch for his girlfriend,'_ Huey thought, using the force of his shoulder to slam the door to the side-startling Ming.

"Ming," Huey sighed in relief, just glad to see her.

Ming looked up at his tall demanding figure standing in the doorway, making a little smile to mask her fear of his uncertainty, "Zěnmeyà ng?" (What's up?) Huey let out an abnormal smile and laughed to himself, an attitude that Ming was really unsure of.

"What are you doing up here, meditating?"** **

Ming eyed him carefully as he softly closed the door and walked to the laundry basket while taking off his shirt. Ming desperately wanted to see his naked chest, but knew it was in her best interest to answer the question and not just sit there, "Just thinking, have you eaten?"

Ming rolled the box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts to Huey's feet, which he bent down and grabbed a chocolate one. Ming noticed his choice and decided to ease the mood with a little flirtation, "You like chocolate, like me?"

"I didn't know you liked chocolate doughnuts," Huey said, getting a sexy smirk from Ming, "I like chocolate doughnuts, candy, ice-cream…...chocolate men." Huey's eyes widened a bit before his lips made a tiny little smirk, finishing up his doughnut and smacking the sugar off his hands.

"I've missed this," Huey walked over to Ming, standing straight over the sitting girl with his pants-covered crotch in front of her face. It wasn't in the least-bit subtle, his legs were literally aligned to her shoulders.

Her eyes glanced up at him, accompanied with a smile, "Chī bīngqà là ?" (Slang for Blowjob or sucking off).

"Oh no,no," Huey reached down and grabbed the rim of her shirt, pulling it up over her head-revealing her bra-less breast. Tiny, but beautifully crafted. "I'm going to explore you a bit," Huey explained, getting on his knees and locking lips with Ming. She was surprised by the quickness in which he moved to sex, assuming he was really sex-deprived.

His hands nearly ripped her sweat pants in half as he violently shoved her down on her back-causing a bump in her respiratory system-but she was quickly resupplied with air as Huey breathed in her mouth through kissing.

It only last for a few seconds as he stood up and grabbed the ends of her pants legs, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. "I don't know why, but people in Asia are always so concerned about their panties-aren't they?" Huey asked rhetorically, observing her cute blue panties with a little white bow on it.

"Y-Yeah, it's fashionable."

Huey stuck his fingers in the rim of her panties and peeled them down, seeing his second most favorite part of her body-her pussy. Its beautiful olive-yellow color was just asking to be penetrated, if not that it was Ming's distracting whimpering.

"Huey, what if you just stuck it in and pulled it out?" Ming asked, wishing she would be satisfied with his dick already. Huey shook his head, "Hell no, my dick got pumped all day today-its probably soaked in pre-cum."

"Then you would rather just strip me naked, and stare?" Ming asked, humored by his weird over-energetic attitude. "No, I want you to get creative tonight," Huey explained, putting his finger behind his thumb and harshly flicking her left-nipple, causing her to fling upwards in a sitting position with a huge blush on her face.

"I like your aggressiveness, keep it up," Ming complemented, standing up. Huey didn't reply to it, more concerned about how she was going to continue this. Ming watched him as she kicked the the panties she was wearing and walked to the dresser. "I have something for us," Ming grabbed a bottle of lotion and tossed it in her hand. Huey's smirk faded a little, "Oh, you're just going to to jack me off?"

"Hehe, depends, what's your favorite part of me," Ming asked, putting the lotion and her free hand behind her back and stretching out her body in front of him. Huey folded his arms and noticed a few things interesting about her body-and not in a good way.

Her stomach and chest glimmered in the light with her beautiful skin tone contrasting sharply with the cape of black hair behind her. Beyond her perky brownish-red areola plastered on her olive-white skin, was the slightly purplish bruises on her hips and sides. The American food had been working, thus she had just a bit more fat to fill her thighs and breast a bit, it actually highlighted where Cindy had beaten her.

Not too noticeable if he hadn't looked at it too hard, but it angered him nonetheless.

"I like your ass the best, it's been plump since day one," Huey complemented. Ming blushed and sighed as she embarrassingly turned around and showed him her posterior. She found it awkward to show off her butt like this more than anything else but Huey always expressed more interested in it.

"I know what I will do," Ming whispered.

"Yeah, me too," Huey said, annoyed. He decided to let Ming please him first, then proceed to beat Riley later. "I have an idea, strip naked completely," Ming said, to which Huey merely took off his pants and tossed them to the side. Ming marvled at his body-with his penis standing firm and erect-ready to be please.

"You shaved your pubic hair," Ming noted, patting her own vagina, "When mine starts to grow, I'll do the same."

"What do you plan on doing?" Huey questioned, then greeted by the lukewarm thick lotion pouring on his dick. Huey watched her squeeze the contents out onto his penis, until it was completely covered in the mango-white colored goo. Huey then noticed Ming step over him, face-to-face with her ass.

"...Are you going…..to give anal sex?" Huey asked in disbelief.

"Uh gangjiao? Like in the butt?" Ming asked, with uncertainty in her voice, "I can do that…..if you want, I wasn't going to righ-"

"No, no, just continue. You were lowering your butt so…."

"Oh no!" Ming laughed, "I'm not going to do that, but something similar and not painful."

Huey watched her plump cheeks slowly squat down and push against the backside of his penis, basically sitting on his crotch but his dick sandwiched in-between her ass. Huey then understood what she was doing and relaxed, leaning back against the wall as Ming started grinding him.

"Creative?" She asked, feeling his penis slide in-between her lower-cheeks which turned creamy in her opening due to the lotion. Her ass was sandwiching his dick, practically humping it as she squeezed the muscles in her cheeks and put pressure against his dick.

"I find myself very pleased to please you," Ming whispered, taking her fingers and masturbating as she moved up and down her. It was really funny to feel his thick dick slide through the trench of her ass, and imagined Huey likely wanted to puncture her anus but she kept teasing him. But then she realized, she never even considered anal sex. Would Huey ask for it? Hopefully not.

Huey watched her full ass cheeks squeezed against his dick, putting the lotion all over her and his stomach. It fit so well, and it was a very interesting technique. Huey cringed as she picked up the pace, then suddenly going upwards and pulling his dick with her ass up before pushed back down.

Huey could see the top of his dick face him and disappear every time she mushed up and down, trapping his dick in-between her ass and her little anus ticklng the bottom of his exposed cock.

"Perfect lap dance," Huey moaned, watching pre-cum squirt a little out of his cock. Huey's hands then made her way to her hips and pushed her cheeks together, then pumping his hips and creating more friction.

"Ooh Huey, preparing for intercourse I feel," Ming joked, feeling his dick slip from the top of her ass trench to the bottom, near her pussy. Huey clinched his teeth as he slid his dick harder in-between her ass, his penis quickly reacting to the tightness of her ass cheeks.

"Clinch harder!" Huey demanded, slapping his hand against her thigh as he pushed his dick as hard as possible to fit snugly inside her posterior entrance.

"Make sure you don't do your thing on my pussy," Ming warned, and Huey knew it wouldn't since the head of his dick was facing his stomach. She then slapped away Huey's hands and sat down completely on his dick, pushing all her weight to lower on him.

Trapped in-between her ass, his dick shook rapidly and the juices from inside his dick reacted quickly-thus shooting out.

Huey didn't cry out in pleasure, but moaned loudly as he came. The white juices squirted out onto his stomach, Ming's ass trying to milk the rest out by squeezing a little harder. Ming laughed to herself as she thought about how nasty this was, but Huey had been completed satisfied by this. His dick pulsed rapidly as the juices slowly came to a halt, spilling its contents onto his stomach.

"So my lap dance is the best right?" Ming asked, arching her back and pushing out her butt towards the recuperating Huey.

"Yeah," Huey said, before coughing a bit and placing two fingers on the bruise from her thigh, "Ouch." Ming quickly caught herself before laughing it off.

"Something hurting you?" Huey asked softly, adjusting a little so that his dick could mush in-between her ass more. "No," Ming replied.

"Are you sure?" Huey asked, putting more pressure on her bruise, "Because I heard today that something did hurt you."

"Huey...leave it alone," Ming softly pleaded, "Its a sex night isn't it?"

"Yeah it will be," Huey said, grabbing her hair and pulling her back onto his body. His mouth moved to her ear and whispered, "I'm growing tired of them hurting you. Were these bruises given to you by a blonde girl?" Ming hesitated to answer, quickly thinking of a lie but then felt a sharp yank of her hair.

"And don't fucking lie to me."

"Wouldn't you rather stay calm for the evening?" Ming asked, trying to remain calm. Huey kept his glare,

"Sure, right after I confirm its Riley I'll be knocking out."

Did I say there would be a chapter update over the Weekend? I meant Monday, hah! Anyways, longest chapter for the story, coming in at around 16,000 words. This was a lot longer than I expected, and though I did finish over the weekend, I wanted to read it over to minimize spelling and grammatical errors. That and I'm way to tired to do it accurately the night of.

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A couple of explanations: In this story Huey and Ming are twelve. Riley is ten, and Cindy is eleven. Jazmine is eleven, going on to twelve. This story operates on a mix between the TV show and comic strip cannon, so characters like Michael and Japanese boy: Hiro, are actually canon here.

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