Chapter 8. The Fish Come
For the past few weeks, I have had wet dreams with Thoa’s image and a few times I was in a state of arousal with Thuy’s image. The last month of the year, everyone was busy so none of the girls could come to my house.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the last week of the year, and the wind was already chilly; around 3pm we had a soccer match between classes; I was wearing sweatpants, shoes, socks, and a jacket and went downstairs. Coincidentally, Ms. Thuy walked in with a small travel bag on the table, the old man was waiting. I nodded to greet her.
– Where are you going? the old man and Ms. Thuy asked at the same time, which surprised me a bit.
– This afternoon we are playing soccer at the field!
This soccer field is 5km from my house, so when I said that, the old man and Ms. Thuy were probably reassured; Ms. Thuy opened her travel bag and took out some bags containing stacks of money. She took out a notebook and put it on the table. I see this item every year because at the end of the year the budget is just divided. Back then, there were only stacks of 10-20k, up to several hundred million.
Let me talk to the old man, I’ll go now.
How the hell can’t life please everyone, only liking to please dicks is strange. We gathered at the intersection about 1km from my house when we received news that the match was canceled; we all changed direction to shoot half life but somehow at that moment I thought about the fact that there was only Ms. Thuy and the old man at home so I told everyone to go ahead, I had something to do when I got home.
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On the way back by bike, many situations came to mind.
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The gate was closed, the latch was locked, and the chain was wound carefully. I gently untied each loop and led the bike into the yard. I then gently inserted the key and opened the wooden door as gently as possible.
The living room is empty!
I tiptoed up to the second floor like a cat. It was empty!
Gently go up to the 3rd floor on the balls of your feet.
Stepping up the hallway, I heard moans and sounds of skin-to-skin contact coming from the room next to mine. Even though I had anticipated this situation, I still nervously tiptoed towards it. The door was not completely closed, inside, Ms. Thuy was in a position of… sitting on a rice pounder.
Looking at her white back, I felt excited; I stood there quietly watching for about 1 or 2 minutes, then she changed position and turned around; she still hadn’t raised her face, but I was able to admire her front body with her high, white, full breasts…
To save me the trouble of describing, I’ll take a picture of the person that I think Ms. Thuy resembles the most in appearance and face so you can see for yourself, CHAU HUE MAN! Ms. Thuy looks a lot like this actress but is more plump and not too skinny.
The old man struggled up from behind to grab his two peaches, then she also looked up and realized her grandson’s dull eyes were looking from outside; over her shoulder the old man also saw her.
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A fly flapping its wings at this moment also creates a sound.
I calmed down and turned around to go to the living room. Only then did I realize there was a small bag on the table. I glanced inside and saw two stacks of 20k and one stack of 10k; I guessed that the old man would give her this part. 50 million was a lot of money back then, almost 10 taels of gold.
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About 15 minutes later, the old man, dressed neatly, came down; his voice was very calm:
– Why do you say soccer?
– Cancel, dad; I also very politely replied and considered what just happened as…a normal thing.
– Stay home tomorrow and be self-sufficient; he said and gave me 5 20k notes (back then it was paper money, not polymer) and bent down under the table to pick up the travel bag that Ms. Thuy had just given me, which I just noticed was under there. Before I could say anything, he pointed to the remaining bag on the table.
– Ms. Thuy will take this later; Dad will go to Hanoi and make an appointment with Mom there. Tomorrow we will look into buying a house so you can come down to study next year.
– Dad is leaving? Going what?
– Dad took the Institute bus; he said then opened his travel bag, took out a stack of envelopes to check again and I understood, at the end of the year he summarized the finances, gave a little to Ms. Thuy, a little to the Institute as a gift, and made an appointment with Mom tomorrow to go…put down a deposit or buy a house.
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There was a car horn. He calmly opened the door and walked out, but then thought about it and went back in to take out his wallet and give me two more 50k notes and told me not to be too playful at home, he had to hurry up and come back on Tuesday; I took him to the gate, the last sentence he said very gently before opening the gate and getting in the car:
– Tell Ms. Thuy to come home early.
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I still closed the gate, but I chained it tightly, locked the latch, went back into the house, locked the door, took a deep breath, and calmly walked up to the third floor. At this time, Ms. Thuy also walked out of the bathroom at the end of the hallway, fully dressed but still missing the thin coat that was in the room, her cheeks still slightly red. Seeing me, she stood still in confusion for a while until I got closer to her, then she spoke:
– Why did you say you were going to play football and then come back?
– Today was postponed so I went home to watch…home football. I tried to prolong the phrase “home football” making her both embarrassed and stunned.
– I haven’t finished watching the match yet and then I get kicked out. Bored? I moved closer until I was just a little bit away from her, conveniently placed my hand on her shoulder and shook it lightly.
– She is very reckless but progressive.
– What, what…! she almost lost her voice.
– Progress is that today I… don’t have to wash the sheets downstairs; I spoke very softly but emphatically while leaning close to her ear and then turned to kiss her cheek lightly. She didn’t say anything, just stood still; I also kept this position for a while and then as if possessed by some evil spirit, I hugged her shoulders and squeezed them gently. She didn’t resist and her body gradually softened…
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After a while, I laid her down on the bed, the place where she and my old man had just finished having sex; still emotionless. When our lips touched, she didn’t make any “receptive” movements, so I gradually moved down, combining the movements of my hands; my first problem was that when I slipped my hand inside her shirt, it was protected by her bra, not allowing me to reach her breasts. To be honest, at that time, I didn’t know how to open her bra, so I rubbed the outside a few times, then slid down and lifted her shirt to kiss her white, flat belly. She only flinched slightly in surprise, then lay still… emotionless!
So I was discouraged; I felt no longer interested! I…didn’t want to do anything anymore, “lift it up and cover it up”; I lay down on the bed next to her, also…didn’t want to say anything anymore…to see what she would do.