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‘I’m gonna cum, honey! I’m cumming- ahhh!’
Loi tensed his whole body, holding himself stiffly before rolling off and collapsing on the mattress beside me. I carefully pulled the condom off of his penis and got up to throw it away. I didn’t cum before he did, which means I wouldn’t cum at all, when he cums, he’s finished with sex. It’s okay, sex isn’t everything, he loves me very much, but I have accepted that making love just isn’t as satisfying as I’d like it to be.
Every time is the same. We start kissing, and then he goes down on me, using his fingers and his mouth until I am wet on my own. If he does it long enough, I cum from the contact with my clitoris, but usually he only does it long enough to be able to crawl on top of me and penetrate me comfortably. Then he will thrust with his hips, holding his upper body close to me until he is ready to pop. I know that’s about to happen when he raises his upper body up by his arms, tells me he’s cumming, and gets stiff as a board while he fills the condom. It’s the same every time, but hey, at least I usually get sex more than once a week.
But, oh how I’d love some variety. At least every once in a while.
I met Loi through family connections when I was 15 and he was 18. Vietnamese families always breathe a sigh of relief when their children are dating other Viets, and so our families offered nothing but encouragement when we started to see each other. By the time I was 17 and a senior in high school, we were engaged. Loi got through college in three years, and upon graduation we got married and moved into a condo. Childhood was over, married adulthood was in full swing. He found work with a software company and I found clerical work, but with the economy the way it is I got laid off after only a few months. I found myself among tens of thousands of other entry-level clerical applicants in the Bay Area, so I resigned myself, for the time being anyway, to the life of a homemaker.
Loi enjoyed it, I think he liked the idea of having a ‘kept woman’, never having to help clean anything since I did it out of boredom during the day, and having hot meals waiting for him when he got home from work. He was very caring, but not very affectionate. Aside from sex, he never really went out of his way to make me feel desirable. I knew he loved me though, so I tried not to let it hurt my feelings.Our plan was to wait two more years before having children so that we could save as much money as possible beforehand, and in the meantime, because the pill was so harsh on my body, we would use condoms. I admit that even though the idea of having kids scared the hell out of me (was I even close to mature enough for that at 19?), there were times that I wish we didn’t wait just so the monotony of my life would be broken.
Looking out the living room window, between the thick, leafy branches of a tree and the edge of a nearby building, I could see a sliver of the bay- a strip of deep blue below the light blue sky.
‘I wonder how long it would take to walk down there’ I thought to myself, turning my eyes to the TV in time to see another hysterical contestant barreling towards the stage onThe Price is Right. The house was already clean, and the only load of laundry I had to do was now in the dryer. I couldn’t stomach the thought of another eight hours of sheer boredom. I slipped on my flip flops, grabbed my sunglasses and keys, and walked out the door, determined not to stop until I got to the bay shore.
About halfway through the thirty minute walk to the waterfront, walking downhill, I have to pass through a slightly more downscale neighborhood from the one where Loi and I live. It’s not dangerous, at least it doesn’t feel that way, and for a petite 19-year old girl, that counts for something. In fact, you can only really tell that the income levels drop by the presence of more bars on windows and more parked cars that look like they haven’t been in running order for a while.
I am not a tease and do not flaunt my body, but in late July on the east side of the bay, it’s just too hot to cover very much up, especially if much time is spent outside. My walk, where along the way I could window shop, people-watch, shop for fresh fish, and daydream, became a regular part of my routine. I went twice that first week, then three times the next. The third time I made the walk, I heard a voice call out to me from the deep shade of a front porch.
‘Hey sexy, who airlifted you into this ‘hood?’
I froze, even stopping in my tracks for a second, before looking over while I kept walking.
‘Keep comin’ round here you gonna make all the other bitches jealous, girl!’ he said, leaning on the porch rail in a muscle shirt and ball cap. He had a dark tan, making his white shirt almost look purplish in the shade against his skin, and a wide smile. He was cocky, I didn’t know how to react, I was conflicted. I should have just ignored him, but for some reason I could not.
‘Just walking to the bay,’ I answered, starting to look over my shoulder as I passed.
‘What’s there baby? Nothin’, that’s what. Come on up here, have something to drink, cool you off.’
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