Ling came over.
“Can you help?”
It was her English lesson. I sat with Ling while Hua cleaned the kitchen. I don’t know if it was being in the privacy of the apartment, or just the time getting to know her, but Ling scrunched her chair close to mine and leaned against me as I started to drill her on her words. She snuggled closer, pulled my arm up around her shoulder for me to hold her. I gave her a hug, almost a kiss on the top of the head, but sensed something and looked towards the kitchen door. There was Hua, watching. I smiled, nervous because I knew that my hug and wanting to give a kiss were not completely innocent. Ling was a good-looking, endearing Asian girl. I was getting more than a little thrill being so close to her. But instead of being pissed, Hua smiled back, nodded, reassuring me that it was all right. So I did kiss her head, looked back up at Hua, who smiled again, nodded, then went back into the kitchen.
Ling responded to my kiss by putting her hand on my leg. It surprised me, scared me, too, uncertain if she was being innocent. Unfortunately, my third leg took it as an invitation and was engorging on the attention. When the bend in my penis became painful, I squirmed in my seat, hoping to get some relief. Ling reacted to my leg movement by giving me a little squeeze. Now I had to do something, and right away. I excused myself to the bathroom where I reached inside my pants and adjusted my erection to a less painful position. I turned to open the bathroom door and there, looking in, were Ling and Hua!
My apartment was the same way. The bathroom door has a window that runs from top to bottom. I always thought it was strange. The glass in my bathroom was frosted, so that only a shadow was visible. I had often watched the outline of Hua’s figure, before we stopped closing the door. But Hua’s bathroom glass was clear, transparent. I could see them clearly. And they had been watching me.
I came out of the bathroom, put on an exaggerated look of hurt, shrugged my shoulders. What else could I do? Hua was chuckling, her hand over her mouth. She whispered something to her daughter. Ling’s eyes grew big as her face flushed bright red, then she ran to her corner desk, sitting with her back to us.
I shrugged, again, offering my apologies, knowing that Hua didn’t understand, but hoping that Ling would translate. Ling mumbled something without turning around. Hua looked worried, then smiled, came over and gave me a hug, a little kiss, that turned into a big kiss. We were still kissing as I adjusted myself again, this time less worried if anybody saw me. But I did turn us and barely opened my eyes in the direction of Ling, even as Hua’s tongue was doing that thing that got me so hot. Ling was watching. Not just watching, she was studying us. She was imitating her mother’s stance, moving her hands as if practicing on some imaginary boyfriend.
Meanwhile, Hua was turning up the heat, doing things that told me she wanted to make love. I watched as Ling lift her knee, moved it to the side, spread herself open, imitating her mother, who was now literally humping me. Hua began to moan into my mouth. She was really going to do this, right here, right now. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about Ling. My hand went down to her knee, lifted her leg, slid back her skirt to her panties, then slipped my hand inside. Hua moaned loudly. She was gone, lost in her own world. I peeked a look at Ling.