Chapter 11. When the bee has shown the way home
The next morning, I still had the habit of waking up before 6am. It took me a few seconds to figure out where I was and why??? Then I went out and saw the toilet light on and the door closed. I knew Ms. Thuy was already up and in there. I looked over and saw that my little brother was still sleeping soundly, so Ms. Thuy had probably just come over to cover me with a blanket and close the mosquito net. I went straight to the 4th floor to do some exercises and then went down to my room to take care of my personal hygiene, changed my clothes and went down. I still saw the shared toilet on the 2nd floor was closed. I thought to myself that women are different, even taking care of personal hygiene takes a lot of time.
Standing leaning against the door looking at the bed where Thuy and I had just made love a few hours ago, I heard the door open and Thuy’s voice behind me:
– It’s still early. What are you looking at?
– Look at your place and mine; think about whether I should go wash it or…! I said while turning back to look at her; oh, in the dim light of the bathroom light + the night light in the room + combined with the natural light through the ventilation of the stairs, Ms. Thuy wrapped the towel from her chest down, looking like an angel…
– What are you looking at and washing? Her voice was soft in my ear.
– Looking at her; thinking about washing the sheets but for now…
Saying that, I hugged Ngang’s back, gradually tightened my arms and at the same time placed an urgent kiss on her lips; she seemed to have prepared for this situation so she responded immediately. 30 seconds later, we were both on the bed; this time, it was not urgent anymore, I gently kissed her lips, licked her ears, kissed her neck, chest, gradually moved down to the golden triangle, bringing her from one surprise to another.
After all the morning foreplay, it was time to bring the cock back to its nest; both were in a good mood, so the reception was easy and gentle; this time, it wasn’t the stormy thrusts anymore, but the gentle in and out, 3 shallow and 1 deep, with whispers:
Do you like it?
like me
What are you doing, teacher?
– Ugh, ugh, ugh…love.
What else?
– Love.
– No; call another.
– Ugh, uh…making love.
– Different too.
– Ugh, ugh…so shy.
– No, go ahead.
…
…
– Come on, say it.
– Fucking…
who fuck
– Fuck you..you..
After a deep sleep in the soft arms, a morning love affair with a gentle foreplay and not too rude lewd words will give me an indescribable feeling of ecstasy; we also changed a few positions but each position maintained the gentleness with the motto 3 shallow 1 deep 7 gentle slow 3 fast and strong… I brought Ms. Thuy to the top after about 15 minutes; during the break she said:
How are you?
… Silent
– No wonder Thoa is so happy these days (that’s right; after women reach climax, they start to compare; it’s their nature).
– Hey, no comparison; you and Ms. Thoa are different.
How is it different?
I talked for a while about how Thuy’s beauty, personality, and intimacy were better than Thoa’s, and most importantly, the closing sentence: I love you so much, so much… making her even more proud, actively holding me tight, actively getting on top, actively making me a bouncing animal… every time I was about to come, I signaled her to relax, to pause, so I could hold out for a long time until I heard my little boy’s voice coming from over there, then I proactively told her to pause, whispering to her: “Continue at noon, okay?”; I shouted over to tell my little boy I’ll be over in a bit, then told her to stay in here, I went over to coax him, if he woke up, he would brush his teeth, wash his face, and then go downstairs, but if he continued to sleep, then: “Let’s fuck again”, emphasizing the word “fuck” making her blush.
I coaxed my little brother to wake him up, looking a bit dazed. I explained that he slept here with me last night; his mother came to pick him up this morning and is downstairs. I spoke loudly to let her know, then told him to go to the bathroom, folded the blanket so she could also quickly wash up, clean up the battlefield, and then go downstairs to wait.
…
Ms. Thuy, my little boy and I went to have breakfast; because I had one last bite and another in the morning, she gave me priority in the beef pho with 2 hard-boiled eggs (I like to eat hard-boiled eggs, not half-boiled eggs because I’m afraid they’ll taste fishy); after eating, she let my little boy go back to her house while I went back to mine; before saying goodbye, I whispered:
– Will you come to my house at noon or should I go to your house?
– Doing what?
– Then…continue…
– Devil; go home first.