Chapter 22. Side Story
After the 4th period of the class, my best friend named Trung had a stomachache that made him sweat, so the teacher allowed me to take him home; his house is 3 alleys away from mine, but actually, on the 4th floor of my house, I can see his house. Counting around, it’s about a couple of hundred meters. It’s true that the house is close but the alley is far away. The two families are quite close with somewhat similar circumstances, but on the contrary, his father works in the Central region, a livable city with his younger brother, and his mother is on the payroll in the pharmaceutical industry of the hospital where I live. His family also plans to take the university entrance exam to a school in the Central region and then transfer her position to him there so that the family can reunite because his father has also bought a house there, and according to his father, when his younger brother comes home for Tet, the climate there is pleasant, very livable, his father is in the process of restructuring and developing…
Let’s talk about my best friend’s mother; we call her a close family because we have been together for a long time because her mother is from the same hometown as my grandmother , her aunt (that is, her mother’s older sister) went to the same high school as my grandmother , she and I have been friends since middle school, and when we were in the same class in high school; I sometimes call her mother “aunt”, sometimes “mother”, sometimes “auntie”; in this story, I’ll just call her “auntie” to avoid confusion; her name is Huyen, 37 years old that year (in a few days the year will end, she will be 38 years old), I only know that she just finished intermediate pharmacy school, got pregnant with him and got married, then went to work and then went to college, university…; compared to her age of 38, she is called a beauty queen (only compared to her age, not to be able to beat Ms. Thuy); tall, with a kind face, not oval, big breasts, shoulders and hips, so sometimes old men often say that a person like Ms. Huyen is really lustful…
Her house also has a front yard but it’s not as big as mine and the 2-story house; because there are only 2 mothers and children , the gate is also closed and the wall is high; because I often go back and forth, I push the gate open myself, the gate is not the type that closes like mine but is pushed along the wall, so when I push it, it makes a loud noise, causing the guard dog to come out, but when it recognizes someone familiar, it doesn’t bark but wags its tail and then takes advantage of the gate not being closed… to run away; hearing the sound of the gate opening, Ms. Huyen opens the door and runs out to look; I say hello and help Trung into the house, explaining the reason why he’s home at this hour.
Ms. Huyen told her to take him to her room on the first floor to rest (because his room was on the second floor). After that, she told him that he had a stomachache for the past few days and probably ate carelessly because a family member had something to do at her place, so she was on duty for 3 consecutive days and only stopped by to give him food to cook (she also just got back and got a day off this afternoon).
Anyway, I talked to her for a bit then left, told her I would come over this afternoon to see what was going on; she saw me off at the gate, when she pulled the gate closed, the gate made a loud noise and the wheels slipped off the rail, forcing her to bend down and lift it up; I just brought my bike out and saw that, so I helped her put it back up; the moment she bent down to lift the sliding gate, I accidentally caught a glimpse of her massive breasts and froze for a moment.
After raising the gate, put the wheel in the position you said:
– Why don’t you practice to make it less noisy and smoother?
– I told Trung to do it many times, he’s just lazy.
– Do you have a house to practice with?
– Yes, it is somewhere…
I took the bike back in and went to find the lubricating oil bottle (lubricating oil is used engine oil, I’m sure 8Xers remember this name); I searched for a while and found out that he left it in a dead corner of the stairs; I took it out and lubricated the wheels and rails, then asked her to try pushing it; it was smooth, there was almost no sound of metal hitting each other anymore; I reflexively wiped my hand on my forehead and told her:
– It’s delicious, it’s smooth now.
– Thanks, boy (she often calls me that, imitating my grandmother ).
Realizing that I had a bruise on my forehead from wiping my hand, she pointed and smiled, then leaned in closer and used her elbow to wipe it for me. Because I leaned in closer, my cheek almost touched her chest. Because my elbow didn’t wipe clean, she carelessly moved closer and used her sleeve to wipe it. This time, my cheek slightly touched her chest and realized that she was topless…
Pushing the door open again, she took the bike out; she closed the door and praised herself for being quick, the door after being trained was really light and smooth to push open…who would have known that the lightness and smoothness of this door would lead to this afternoon’s surprising story and would be punctuated by the series of battles one on one, one on two, one on three and finally four on four.
Because this is not the main topic of the story, I just called it a side story and only mentioned it occasionally; if any of you used to read it on lauxanh, thiendia, I wrote it ten years ago (at that time, I wrote it in a convenient way, writing directly on the web in the form of small stories, not in chapters, not in writing style like now).
That year, students had 3 consecutive days off: Saturday (because the school organized something), Sunday, and Monday (New Year’s Day). So at noon, after eating a full bowl of beef noodle soup because I was too lazy to cook, I fell asleep until almost 3pm. I thought for some reason I would walk over to see how Trung was doing. Normally, I would drive around his house, but today I… walked. The goal was that if he got better, we would go play Half-life together because I… had the money.
When I got to the gate, I saw that it was chained but not locked. I guessed it was inside the house, so I gently untied the chain and pushed the door open. It was as quiet as the autumn wind. The guard dog saw me, but didn’t bark, but happily ran out to sniff around, then before I could close the gate, it ran out into the street. That’s it, I didn’t close it anymore, just left it there so it would have a place to get in later.
At that time, I didn’t mean anything because I usually went to her house, just pushed the door open; today I didn’t know if my shitty friend was well yet, so I was gentle, in case she was still sleeping, it would affect her sleep. The door was not locked, so I pushed it open gently; I took a quick look at the living room and saw that the lights were still on, there was a big bag of medicine on the table, which wasn’t surprising because Ms. Huyen worked in the pharmaceutical industry; in the morning, I put her to bed in the room on the first floor, so I thought it was simple, just went straight in there, the door wasn’t closed…
What is this before my eyes!
Miss Huyen was lying below (of course wearing nothing), above a chubby mannequin trying to move up and down!
Actually, if I had been proactive like the times I met the old man using his power on someone, I wouldn’t have cried out, but today… I was so surprised that I exclaimed out loud:
– Oh, Ms. Huyen!!!!
When my startled cry rang out, the two naked people were struck by lightning; the man who turned back to me was not difficult to recognize, it was fat uncle Tuan, the owner of a fairly large drug store near the hospital. Although the hospital where Ms. Huyen worked as well as this uncle’s store were about 2km from my house, I knew this uncle because I had seen him come to Ms. Huyen’s house a couple of times to get medicine (a form of exchanging medicine with the same ingredients but different prices, I knew him a little and won’t go into details). This uncle also knew my father before because he was also in the army as a military pharmacist or a medic or something, also in the same regimental unit as my father.
– Oh, Uncle Tuan!!! I exclaimed again when I saw him turn back.
The two people caught red-handed hastily reached for the thin blanket next to them to cover themselves; I, after a moment of surprise, became very excited:
– Are you guys busy? I went down to see if Trung was better but…! Okay, I’m going home.
I said that but still stood in front of the room door.
….
A few seconds later, Ms. Huyen’s voice rang out from under the blanket.
– Trung is better now, this afternoon he has extra literature class.
Oh shit, this guy is in the social sciences so he also studies literature, we’re on different dates so I don’t know the schedule.
– Well then, I’m going home now. Goodbye, Uncle Tuan. My greeting was loud and clear, as if I had seen everything, so why hide under the blanket…
I went out and carefully closed the door, put on the chain and then came back.
Coming home, after climbing up to the room to change my clothes, I put on shorts but a long-sleeved T-shirt, then went downstairs to the first floor to turn on the TV to watch random things because my mind was still haunted by Ms. Huyen’s body; she was a little taller than me (probably about 1m66 or a little more) so even though her shoulders were big and her hips were big, her long legs looked… very smooth; I hadn’t had a chance to see her butt when she was naked, but her breasts were probably about the same size as Ms. Nga’s, but Ms. Nga was only a little over 1m50 tall, so between her hourglass figure and Ms. Huyen’s long legs, there was something very very attractive and alluring…
…
The doorbell rang; I quickly sat up and went out to see who was calling; it turned out to be…Miss Huyen.
Is anyone home?
No, I’m alone.
– Open the door and let me in.
I opened the door for her to come in; carefully wrapped the chain, fastened the latch and…locked it. When we got home, Huyen sat down on the long sofa while I got her a cup of warm water from the electric kettle/bottle (in those days, having this kind of kettle was very impressive) and sat down next to her, not saying anything. After a while, Huyen spoke first:
– What you saw just now…(silent, trembling slightly)…is not what you thought.
– So what do you want me to think is right? I spoke very calmly because now I was calm, comfortable and sitting close enough to touch Ms. Huyen.
…
After a moment of silence, Ms. Huyen said in an intermittent voice:
– You are too young to understand…
Having said that, she hiccupped and leaned her head on his shoulder, still muttering:
– You don’t understand yet; don’t make it difficult for me (her writing was smooth, but at that time Ms. Huyen spoke intermittently in fear).
Like a natural reflex of a scared person, besides burying her head in my shoulder (I saw tears wetting my shirt), her hand slowly moved up, probably intending to hold my hand to seek sympathy, but somehow it ended up on… between my thighs where my little brother was not restrained by underwear (because I wasn’t wearing any) and was in a state of… reaching up to the sky.
She seemed to be startled for a moment, and it was not known whether it was a reflex of a woman whose desire was interrupted or whether she meant it, but her hand naturally rubbed and caressed the fabric of her pants.
I was not to be outdone either. My right hand was placed on her shoulder, gently patting it as if to comfort her. My left hand was placed under her hip, gently rubbing her back, then gradually moved inside her thin windbreaker.
The whole process took place in complete silence. I arched my back slightly and she pulled my pants down. I moved my hand to rub my back and butt, and she sucked in her stomach to make it easier for her hand to slide in…
In short, when we took off each other’s pants and pinned each other down, the hardest part was unbuttoning her bra, but with the experience and training from Ms. Thoa, Ms. Thuy, and Ms. Nga, we did it well.
When I took the initiative and Huyen was probably still in the ecstasy of a woman in her prime (later she said that she didn’t understand what her mood was at that time, but her actions were very unconscious, instinctive, sexual…) then I slid down, exactly half my body on the ground… I tevet. When my tongue parted the triangle of pleasure, I felt a certain amount of vaginal fluid ready to come out and there was also a faint scent of tuberose (she probably just cleaned up at home before coming to my house); she arched her body to receive it and was probably very surprised by my actions as well as the skill that followed because before that, to her, I was still a… little boy who didn’t understand anything.
Without taking off her shirt, she just lifted it up to reveal her breasts like five-whip grapefruits. When one hand kneaded one side while the tongue was licking the other nipple, then biting and sucking, I realized… they were much bigger than Miss Nga because at least Miss Huyen was almost a hand’s breadth taller than Miss Nga, so the other parts were… normally proportional…
When I was teasing my brother outside the door, she arched her back in anticipation, but when he went inside, she seemed startled. At this point, her sanity had returned, but it was too late. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and squeezed it tightly, pounding… pounding.
No one said anything; she closed her eyes! The only sound in the room was the sound of two bodies hitting each other…
I changed position to carry the plow over the mountain; she still kept her eyes closed but it seemed like the pleasure was coming to her so her face wrinkled, the wrinkle of pleasure. I maintained this position with the form of 1 beat is 3 shallow 2 deep… for quite a long time, probably a few dozen beats then I saw her arch her body, her 2 legs pressed my shoulders down, her tightly closed mouth had to make a sound of “Ah…ah…ugh…ugh”. I knew she was coming so I slowed down slowly to let her enjoy it for a while.
I’ve transformed into a radish-planting immortal; I swear, with this position, one hand can comfortably caress her long thighs, the other hand can rub her big breasts, occasionally moving down to rub and squeeze her firm butt, there’s nothing better.
I maintained this position for quite a while, then I moved down to stand on the ground, lifted her legs up; in this position, I could comfortably thrust deeply, comfortably squeeze; every time I was about to climax, I would slow down, slow down, reduce the depth; hold it in for a while, then…do it all over again.
The last position is doggy, at this time she still has her eyes closed, still no one says anything to each other, changing positions only because my hand actively flipped her over, she understood and lay face down, arching her butt up!
After a series of loud slaps, I couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that I was about to ejaculate, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I increased my speed… I was about to shoot when I felt her body jerk again… so I thrust hard a few times and then… we both reached the peak at the same time.
When the climax passed, she was startled, making me… jerk too; only then did she stammer:
– I…I left it in…
I didn’t say anything, gently took it out (for women, don’t pull it out right away after you’re done), bent down to get my shorts and ran straight to the bathroom at the end of the house; before rinsing, I looked back at my little brother: it was all white!
After washing up and putting on my pants, I took the towel and walked out. Ms. Huyen was still sitting on the sofa with her legs tightly closed; her shirt was pulled down but her pants were still on the floor. I gave her the towel, just smiled and didn’t say anything. She took the towel and wrapped it around her waist and stood up, but one hand still had to hold the towel between her legs because…a lot of product was leaking out; she hurried to the bathroom; I helped her take her pants and underwear and followed her and… politely stood outside waiting to be handed over.
…
The two of us sat across from each other in the living room; no one spoke to each other; I just looked down at the table, occasionally glancing up at her like a criminal caught red-handed; her eyes were blank, her face was both red and pale (like both happy and scared).
The elders say to boys, “If you have a happy son, you will go blind” but to women… they don’t know what words are appropriate for this situation, for what just happened.
I spoke first to break the silence:
– I’m sorry…! Before I could say the word “sorry” (because I hesitated, it’s not my fault, why should I apologize? It was you who started it) she spoke up again.
– Why…; why did you…why…her intermittent words rang out and then suddenly she burst into tears…
….
It was my turn to be surprised; a woman’s crying always made the other person feel awkward even though the woman was older. I was stunned for a moment then stood up and walked around the table to the side; after a moment of confusion, I had no choice but to… stand and hug her shoulder so that her head was pressed against my chest and let her cry with the words “why, why…”
After a while, I lost my patience and had to speak up:
– Come on, no one will know, I’ll keep it a secret…
…Still silent…still hiccups occasionally…
– I promise to keep everything a secret, including the fact that you and Uncle Tuan took medicine…
This time the medicine seemed to work; no more sobbing, no more hiccups. She raised her face and gently pushed me away; understanding, I turned back to the opposite chair to start the conversation.
…
In general, the conversation lasted about 10 minutes, but in general, this lady and Mr. Tuan had already fucked a few times. She was acting like a young woman trying to resolve her frustrations, and Mr. Tuan of course had a place to vent, and it was a good place to vent, so why not? Besides, the two of them also had a few exchanges related to economics (this is too complicated to say); what just happened between me and her, including what happened between her and Mr. Tuan, I swear, I promise I won’t tell anyone… here are the last few sentences:
– Why, how do you know how to do…that? (Hesitant).
– I’m not a child anymore, I’m an adult.
– But…but…very proficient! (still hesitating).
– Don’t worry, I swore to keep it a secret! (smiling, changing the subject).
She stood up and held out her hand to shake mine; I also held it out back, not knowing that I had just shaken hands with an extremely lustful woman. That handshake was like a signed contract. I conveniently pulled her a little closer and naturally kissed her lightly on the lips, causing her to freeze.
Open the door to see her off. Before she put it in gear and turned the throttle, I whispered:
– Let’s go down now?
She didn’t say anything, just frowned slightly, her face wrinkled slightly, but it was a teasing frown, not an angry one.
– Or tomorrow or the day after, you come here to play; my dad won’t be back until Tuesday.
– Hmm!
She put it in gear, turned the throttle, and I caught a glimpse of a slight smile (back then, helmets weren’t worn yet).