The Boy Next Door (85 page)

“Then why?”

“Why?  Why am I not married?”

“Well yeah.  I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m not married either.  But you have the whole world in your hands, and you’re just keeping it all to yourself.  Not that you don’t have the right Mister…uh…Mister Han.”

“My name is Mister Han Cheung Weisheng.”

“Mister…Mister Han,” she said with a loud laugh.

Even Han had to smile.  “Don’t worry about it.  We are friends.  I admit that knowing you are not my wife in reality, does allow me to relax.  The idea of marriage threatens me.  And when I think of marriage I become anxious.  Perhaps even what you might call…moody.”

“Why’s that?  Let me guess.  You don’t trust women?”

“It’s not that I don’t trust.  I just…have never met the right Asian beauty, I suppose.”

“Oh I see.  You’re only looking for an Asian.”

“Well…”

“I see how it is.  No, I feel where you’re coming from.  Kind of like these people in the bars in Johannesburg.  Whenever a sister brings home a white man, the brothers all behave like children, claiming they are traitors to their race.  What kind of shit is that?”

“I do not understand,” Han said.

“Well what I mean is…”

“I understand what you said,” he interrupted.  “I simply don’t relate to that at all.  I am Asian and Asian men only seem to attract Asian women.  I have no doubt I could land a wife in China if I really wanted one.  But you see I am not in need of flesh.  I have great powers of self control.  That is what kung-fu taught me as a youth.”

“Oh I see.”

They both smiled and continued lounging around on the couch.

“Say, do you have anything to drink?”

“I do have some Huangjiu.  Yellow white.  But it’s strong, I must warn you.”

“I like my wine like I like my men.  Strong…and yellow.”

“Whaaat?” Han was shocked and gaped his mouth before tittering away in amusement.  “You are a bold woman, Lilinda.”

“I’m sorry.  I always go there.  But I don’t care.  I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“Hardly.  That joke is as old as the Mongolians, where the myth stemmed from.  But I don’t think we were on the subject of history…we were discussing a far more interesting subject.”

“What I mean to say is, people in South Africa always think it’s funny when a woman dates men of different races.  A lot of women stick to one race.  Now I don’t really know because like I said in my ad, I took care of my parents and I don’t date…”

“Uh huh…”

“But I believe a man shouldn’t limit himself.  I mean, I would date any man of any color.  It just depends on the personality, if we click.”

“An interesting viewpoint.  But I doubt you date Asian men.  Particularly, Chinese.”  He laughed.

“I’ve never dated a Chinese man…” she said cautiously.

“I figured as much.”

“But, if you want to be honest…a friend of mine told me that she had been with a Chinese man before.  And she was black.”

“Oh really?  Well now, this story I must hear!” he laughed.

“Now I’m not saying it’s a true story, mind you.  Oh God…maybe I shouldn’t talk about this though…”

“Oh no, I insist,” he said with a smile.  “How about I pour you some wine and you tell me about it?”

“Mmm…okay, but make it two glasses.  Because I’m a little embarrassed…”

“Oh believe me, I am not one to take offense.  The Asian myth is quite ridiculous.”

“Well…hmmm…” she shook her head.  “I better just drink my wine first before I say anything else.”

Han poured her a glass of wine and then took one himself.  They engaged in some pleasantries before returning to the forbidden conversation.  Han was intrigued, never having heard of a black woman who dated Asian men before. 

“The thing is…my friend says she was with this Asian guy.  And she said that the penis thing is more or less true.  A little smaller but that’s apples and oranges, because this sister used to date black men from all over the world, okay?  Big fellas.  Thing is…”

Lilinda looked into Han’s eyes, which were intrigued.

“She said that he was the best sex she ever had…heh…”

Suddenly, Lilinda clammed up, a little nervous and feeling a little tipsy.  She still looked into Han’s eyes and shyly looked away.  “She said that when it came to stamina…there was no match for her exotic Asian beauty.”

“Stamina, hmm?”

“I guess it’s the martial arts, the discipline…but she says that Asian guys last a long time in bed.”

“Wow, what pressure that must be!”

Lilinda cracked up, a little too giddy for comfort.  She suddenly became very aware of her attraction.  Han’s money definitely helped.  But images of a powerful, strong and long-lasting bedroom encounter began plaguing her mind.

“No seriously though…you only date Asian women, right?”

“My previous relationships, short-lived as they were, with were with Chinese women, yes.”

“And are they known to be submissive?  Like if you got married, would you want a submissive wife?”

“That is only partly true.  Some wives are very submissive.  However, many women in China have strong personalities.  My mother, for instance, was a strong-minded woman.”

“Oh, I see.  Yeah my mother was too.”

“Of course, we teach children to respect each other and not make a show of it in public.  Behind closed doors you might see more of an argument.”

“Ah, I understand.”  She laughed.  “So you think you will eventually court another Chinese woman?”

“Well…I assume so.  But I’m not sure.  For now, I just really want to get this deal going.  I have a business-oriented mind.”

“I see.  But…well…never mind.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, no, tell me.  You’re my guest, remember?”

“You’re talking like marriage and stuff.  But I mean…have you ever considered just…you know…having fun with a woman of color?”

“Oh…” he smiled, only to realize that Lilinda wasn’t smiling; just staring into his face with runaway excitement, trapped in a moment of amazing and naughty visual imagery.

“No.  I really haven’t thought of doing that.”

“Oh…okay.”

Lilinda lost the eye contact and looked away.  They engaged in more casual chat, before Lilinda was dismissed to the guest bedroom.  Next week would be significant.  For Monday, would be the day that Han took Lilinda to meet his boss and seal the deal on the biggest developmental transaction in Han’s career.  Now wasn’t the time for silly runaway thoughts of romance.  Now was the time to stay focused on business.

V

However, excising images of Lilinda proved more difficult especially as the night went on.  The idea of a beautiful woman in his house, a forbidden and exotic African woman, proved to be a great distraction.  He couldn’t exercise, he couldn’t even meditate as was his usual custom. 

He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it anymore.  He had to get up and walk, walk the dangerous passion away.  He wore only a t-shirt and boxers as he walked over to the bathroom, eyeing himself in the mirror. 

Would a black woman think I look sexy?

He took off his shirt in front of the mirror, revealing his physique, which was chiseled and built, benefiting from an hour of intense exercise every night.  When he looked at himself half naked in the mirror, he felt a surge of confidence.  Of course a black woman would want him.  Any woman would want him. 

He was ashamed to admit that he was objectifying Lilinda in his mind.  He thought of what it might feel like to love an African woman and how different it might be from the usual Asian courtship. 

He quietly sneaked over to her bedroom, wondering if she was having trouble sleeping.  As he wandered over passed the slightly opened door, he saw Lilinda walking around.  She was nude, from top to bottom and walking in front of a dresser mirror.

Her breasts were full and just as dark as the rest of her skin, with charcoal black nipples.  Her ribs were tightly fit and her legs long.  Her pelvis was covered with a little furry patch.  She was looking at herself in the same way, in front of a mirror and feeling a jolt of confidence and sex appeal.  She wanted to look good for him, to be a temptation he couldn’t resist.

She slept nude.  He watched as she jumped under the covers, welcoming the soft blanket over her bosom and flipping around to get comfortable.

Fixated on the scene, enthralled by her erotic and unexpected beauty, Han decided to walk inside.  Still shirtless, with his boxers bulging and not too subtly indicating his growing interest in this “fake” relationship.

“Han…” she whispered, holding the blanket over her chest and eyeing him in wide eyed excitement.  “What…what’s wrong?”

“Get up.”

She almost objected.  It was an inappropriate question.  But somehow, lost in the moment and in Han’s strong and bold face, showing no signs of hesitance, she only felt the urge to obey.

He knew that if she followed orders and stood up, she would expose her naked body to him.  That’s what he wanted.  And she scarcely had a choice.

She slowly got out of bed and dropped the blanket down.  She stood up in front of him as he walked closer, inch by inch.

Her breasts were taut. He reached out and touched her, then put his hands on her ribs, caressing her figure down to her thighs and knees.

Lilinda shuddered in excitement. 

“Why are you letting me do this?” Han said in a stern voice, still looking into her shy but obedient eyes.

“Because…you paid for me.  I want to make you happy.”

“Kiss me.”

She tilted her head and found his lips, tasting his sweet scent and soft lips.  He kissed her long and passionately, using his hands to explore her cold skin. 

“Are you cold?”

“Yes…”

“Are you asking me to warm you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Get under the blankets.”

She obeyed and sat on the bed, crawling under the blankets.  He followed her, pulling down his boxers and revealing his fully erect manhood.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered, as he squatted down to his stomach to meet her.  She lay on her back and slowly spread her legs so that he could enter her.

“Ahhh…” she sighed, feeling his cock push inside of her, filling her up with more than enough inches than she ever thought she would feel from any man.

“Ohhh God, it’s deep…” she said with an excited squeal. 

Han groaned quietly as he entered her fully, feeling her wet pussy tighten and welcome him inside.  He took a deep inhale and increased the tempo of his thrusts, trying to resist the warm and smooth wetness of her.  His cock was rigid and thick, long enough to soar passed her G-spot and into her deeper ends, where the area was tighter.

She cooed as he kept pushing in, gradually increasing his power and pace as she felt her relax. 

“Ohhh it’s so good, baby,” she said, groaning into his ear as he took her wrists and held them down over her head on the mattress. 

“Take me.  Take me like a good submissive girl.”

“Uh huh!” she gasped, as she felt his hips rock forward, giving her pussy another firm thrust.  “Ahhh, yeah give it to me hard…”

They both groaned in unison as he pushed firmer and deeper inside.  Their bodies meshed together, their chests rubbing against each other under the warmth of a blanket on a cool night.  Their genitals were on fire, and their breath all over each other’s faces.

Han flexed his butt, making sure his whole body was tense as he strengthened the pace of insertion.  The stronger energy transferred and shook Lilinda as they writhed on top of the bed.  The stronger he gave his strokes, the more the bed sounded.  It rattled up and down on the wood floor, a rhythmic and constant sound that seemed to match the intensity with which Han fucked her. 

She moaned loudly, as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer to her, and deeper inside of her.

“Yes!  Oh shit!  It’s been so long…oh it’s so good…”

“W-Wait!”

“What?”

“Don’t come inside of me…”

“I wasn’t going to,” he said with a smile.  “As you said, staying power.”

She laughed heartily, but her giggles quickly turned into heaving sighs of orgasm.  She danced, matching her pushing and shoving rhythm, feeling her walls close in on him.

“Ohhh I think I’m ready…come with me…”

“Only if you want me to come…”

“I do…I want us to come together.”

Han smiled, looking into her shutting eyes.  He then started hard fucking her at a faster pace, putting all his weight into it and holding his breath, so that his breathing could become shallow.  He grabbed her by the shoulders and rustled her as he came closer to climax.

“Wait.  Not inside…”

“Ahhhh…” he groaned loudly, leaning back on his knees.  “Yes here it comes…”

“Yes!  Yes, oh Han I’m coming too!”