Chapter 12. The Push of Life
(Before continuing the story, I would like to correct the part in the first chapter of the story “At the end of summer from grade 11 to grade 12, I lost my virginity… to At the end of summer from grade 10 to grade 11, I lost my virginity”; I wrote it wrong)
When I got home, I quickly grabbed the bed sheet to wash and spread new sheets with the belief that this afternoon I would be able to help her reach orgasm again; then I rushed to my room and… fell into a deep sleep.
When my stomach growled because I had finished the bowl of pho and 2 poached eggs this morning and my bladder was demanding to pee, I woke up; I took a deep breath to feel lighter and suddenly realized that I had slept for quite a while. I looked at the clock on my desk and saw that it was almost 3pm. I had slept through the afternoon, and somehow my stomach was growling. Oh, so Ms. Thuy isn’t coming, huh? I muttered and went downstairs to open the fridge to find something to eat. Unfortunately…there was nothing new, so I went back to the living room to find a pack of cookies to eat and then picked up the landline to call Ms. Thuy:
– Hello! The female voice on the other end of the line rang out, but it wasn’t Ms. Thuy’s voice, so I was a bit surprised. I thought I had dialed the wrong number, but I still politely asked:
– Yes, is this Ms. Thuy’s house number?
– Yes; is this Thang? This is Trinh.
Oh my god, it wasn’t that I dialed the wrong number, the person who answered the phone was Ms. Trinh, Mr. Quang’s younger sister (she was 3 years older than me, at that time she was studying at the University of Social Sciences in a major related to archiving, after graduating a few years she also worked in the police force, tall and quite pretty; in the summer of my first year of university I was able to get her into bed and discovered how slutty and strange this woman’s preferences were; now she is still an occasional partner of me and my 2 close friends (not often because now everyone has a family, we only have the chance to meet each other occasionally and she is… really into some 3 men; this story will be told later )); after chatting for a while, the story came out that she brought her old lady over to visit her nephew (Ms. Thuy’s parents’ house is about 10 km away) and then later she took a bus to school, on the occasion that Mr. Quang was not home, so her mother-in-law would probably stay and visit for a few days (I still call her Mr. Quang, Ms. Trinh because they are not much older). In short, after a while of chatting, I got an answer as to why Ms. Thuy couldn’t come to my house this afternoon. I also tactfully asked Ms. Trinh to tell Ms. Thuy that if she went to the market, she should buy food for me because I was shy about going to the market and didn’t know what to buy.
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About an hour later, the gate bell rang. I ran out very quickly because I was eagerly waiting for Ms. Thuy. Sure enough, it was her. While I was carefully closing the gate and wrapping the chain around it, she wondered:
– You brought the food to cook dinner and then came home, why did you have to pack it so carefully?
Without saying much, he parked the bike for her and then held her hand and pulled her into the house, making her scream:
– Wait, put the things in the basket first…
In short, when I got inside the house, I quickly walked a few steps to the kitchen to put down my bag, washed my hands, then I rushed up to hug Thuy, kissing her face and neck.
– Come on, come on…what are you doing? You’re so naughty.
Saying that, she also kissed me lightly on the lips and then gently pushed me away:
– I couldn’t come at noon because my grandma came suddenly. Now I have to go home to cook rice early for Trinh to eat and take her to the bus station to go to school.
Regardless of what she said, I still hugged her tightly, pressed my face against her chest through her thin coat to smell and inhale, and boldly put my hand through her elastic pants to rub and squeeze her butt, making her lean forward; when my hand moved forward, I already felt the wetness….
In my horniness, I would have pinned her down to satisfy myself…but…the bell rang…
There really is no feeling that can describe the frustration at this moment; forced to reluctantly let go of Ms. Thuy but at least still received a consolation:
– I’ll come back after taking Trinh to the bus station.
I went out first to open the gate so Ms. Thuy could fix her clothes; opening the gate, I was about to grumble when I saw the radiant smile of Ms. Nga (you can call her Ms. Nga or Ms. Nga because she is 10 years older than me, 2 years younger than Ms. Thuy):
– What are you doing, child? Ms. Nga’s mother is from Hue. Even though she got married and gave birth to children in the North, when she was young (I think until the end of secondary school), she was sent to Hue to live with her grandparents, so her accent is very charming. She always says “yes” to older people , and always addresses me as “aunt” or “Ngã” or “Thang”, which makes the listener feel like honey is being poured into their ears.
– Ms. Thuy went to the market to buy food to cook dinner for her child. She was about to show me how to cook when she rang the bell.
At that moment, Thuy stepped out, smiled, and nodded.
– Yes, Ms. Thuy, luckily I met you here. I don’t have to go downstairs.
– Nga? What’s up? I bought some things for this guy to cook dinner, and was about to show him how when you came. Ms. Thuy said very calmly.
– My mother just came from Hue and sent you some banh bot loc as a gift. I’ll send this one to you…(meaning our house) because you told me to yesterday (Ms. Nga pointed to the biggest package) and this one was going to be brought to you but I found you here (said she then pointed to a smaller package).
– Oh, please, please send my regards to your mother.
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After a while, Ms. Thuy received the items, took the bike and left. When I showed her to the gate, she smiled and whispered: “You were lucky.”
I turned back, because Ms. Nga was standing inside the gate, so by reflex I led her bike into the yard, then turned back to close the gate and properly fasten the chain.
– Thang, please help Nga with this. Where are you going that you have to cook for yourself?
– Oh, the old man went to Hanoi to meet his wife there for something; you don’t know huh?
– Oh my god; who told Nga to know; then I have to divide this into small bags and put them in the refrigerator.
Having said that, she went in by herself, went down to the kitchen counter to find plastic boxes to divide things; Ms. Nga planned that, whenever she came to my house, she would automatically help clean from the first floor to the top floor, very diligently like a long-time close housekeeper, she was familiar with each type of object, the place, the quantity of kitchen utensils (and yet…my old man had a gang bang…damn, how…good). Divided the banh bot loc into small boxes, put them in the refrigerator, then turned around and saw the bag of meat and raw shrimp that Ms. Thuy bought for me to cook for dinner, she rolled up her sleeves and started working; because she was used to it, I didn’t stop her, just hung around.
A moment later, she took off her coat, went to the bathroom, took a broom and a mop to go to the bathroom; only then did I notice something strange: the tight-fitting T-shirt combined with the tight pants accentuated her slim figure. To describe a little about Ms. Nga, she was not tall, only about 1m52-1m55, with dark skin, shoulder-length hair, a chubby face and a well-defined body, big breasts, full buttocks, a slim, firm waist; if she had an oval face and 15cm more height, she would beat Ms. Thuy; the thing she was most self-conscious about was… her skin wasn’t white, probably due to genetics.
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Normally, I don’t pay much attention to Ms. Nga’s appearance, but only like her for the way she addresses me and often…cleans the house every time she comes over; but today, when my lust has not yet been extinguished, I have the opportunity to look at her closely. I’ll say it’s DELICIOUS. She wanders around cleaning the kitchen and living room because she still has to help me keep an eye on the food she’s cooking; after turning off the stove, she carries the bucket and stuff up the stairs; I run over and say:
– Why don’t you pour all the water out of the bucket and go upstairs to get new water? After saying that, I bent down, picked up the bucket of water, poured it out, and held it back at the foot of the stairs.
– Uh huh, Nga is always like this, it’s really…bad, right?
She went up first, I went up after, holding the bucket, we went straight up to the 3rd floor; she said:
– Clean from here down.
First, she cleaned the two empty rooms and the hallway before entering my room. While she was sweeping and mopping, I helped get water, poured water, and watched her butt shaking as she pushed the mop and…planned. When she entered my room, since I had just finished cleaning, she had to exclaim:
– Wow, young people are so neat these days?
– This room is always neat and clean (I even winked at her); the second floor is also cleaned; recently we agreed with him that we won’t work (I emphasize the word work) with Nga on the second floor anymore (I’ll call her by her name, not her anymore) so we don’t have to worry about washing the sheets or cleaning the room anymore.
When I said this, Ms. Nga still did not fully understand the meaning so she asked again:
– Why work with Nga on the 2nd floor?
– Every time Dad and Nga worked (emphasizing worked) on the second floor, Thang had to wash the sheets. If we leave it there, when Grandma comes back, it will be…dead.
Ms. Nga began to understand the problem and her face turned red.
– And also the times I worked with Uncle Dung (I know it was only once but I’ll say it anyway, you never know when the party will start); Thang came home and hurriedly took the sheets to wash.
…Silent
– After that, I had to talk to my dad that if anything happened, they should go to the 3rd floor. Thang was the only one living there so he wouldn’t be noticed much. It was also easier for Thang to clean up because the sheets downstairs didn’t have time to dry. If mom came home and noticed and asked questions, it wouldn’t be good…
…Silence again.
A moment later, Ms. Nga spoke:
– Thang knows?
– I know; I talked frankly with my dad and suggested that Uncle Dung should not participate here anymore, and he immediately agreed.
– Oh my god! Ms. Nga just exclaimed and then sat down on her bed.
I approached, took the broom off her hand and leaned against the wall. When I turned around, I saw her covering her face, her shoulders shaking, crying!
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According to the pre-planned procedure, approach, hug gently, pat/rub the shoulder to create closeness and sympathy.
– Why cry? No one knows, I understand, I keep it a secret; I also agreed with my dad (must emphasize the word agreed to increase the weight and expose the undeniable truth that…I know everything).
– Thang… is still young; Thang doesn’t understand yet; Ms. Nga sniffled as she removed her hands from her face and looked up at me.
Oh, still young, uh, a bit self-conscious; we’ll know soon enough if it’s small or big; thinking that, I leaned down a bit, lifted her chin, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Too surprised, Ms. Nga did not react, like… she was stunned for a few seconds before moving her lips; after this step, it was no longer a light kiss but I switched to being more aggressive, suppressing her so that she could not react by wrapping my arms around her waist to squeeze tightly to avoid Ms. Nga struggling.