Day 10 -- A petite Asian spinner joins Daddy's class
The next day I took a rare day of working at home. Usually, I'm not one of those guys who does a lot of remote work, but on this day I had to visit a client near my house, and after doing that it seemed sensible to do the write-up from home rather than drive all the way across town for the rest of the work day.
I was surprised, in the late morning, to hear the doorbell ringing. When I answered it, I saw a sweet little Asian girl with long black hair standing on my doorstep.
"Hello, sir," she said. "I'm not sure if I have the right house. Does Eve live here?"
At that point I heard an excited squeal from behind me, one of those vocal sounds that only teenage girls seem capable of producing. "Anna!" cried Eve. "You came!"
"Of course I came! We're besties, aren't we? As soon as I heard you were in town,..."
I stepped aside to let Eve greet her friend. Within seconds, Eve had her arm around the girl and the two of them went to the living room to sit.
"Where have you been?" asked Anna. "You disappeared after graduation and no one heard from you. You didn't answer my calls. I couldn't find you on social media. It was like you dropped off the face of the earth!"
"I'm sorry," said Eve. "I should have stayed in touch. After my Dad died..."
"I heard about that. I'm so sorry."
"Well, after all that happened, I came here to live with my mom and stepdad, Danny." She nodded in my direction. "It's been kind of a tough time, and..." Her voice broke off, leaving a lot unsaid.
"I understand. But you should have stayed in touch. I was worried about you. By the way, you know there are three of us from school living in the area now."
I left the two of them alone so they could catch up. I went back to my study and closed the door so they could have some privacy and I could get back to work. Those TPS reports don't write themselves, you know.
A couple of hours later I was hungry. I figured I'd have a sandwich and thought it would be nice to fix something for Eve and her friend at the same time. I looked in the living room for them, but they'd left. I heard voices down the hall and walked toward her room to offer them some lunch.
When I approached Eve's closed door, I could hear a familiar voice coming from the other side. It sounded exactly like the female narrator of those insane sex videos that Eve and I had watched.
I stopped before knocking and instead put my ear to the door. From the other side, I heard that sexy, seductive voice. She said, "You can deepen your friendship in so many ways! You can go so deep! Deeper! Deeper!"
Holy shit! I thought to myself. What are they doing?
"It's so important to bring together family and friends!" said the voice. "Bring in your stepfather!"
My heart started beating faster. I knocked on the door, then after waiting only a moment I went in.
When the door opened, I saw Eve and her little Asian friend both sitting crosslegged on the floor with a laptop open between them. Both of them were partially undressed, with the top buttons of their blouses unbuttoned. Anna jerked in surprise and quickly reached over to close the laptop.
Eve, on the other hand, didn't look embarrassed at all. She gave me a knowing smile. She suppressed a giggle, causing her immense hooters to jiggle under the nearly open blouse. She saw my stare, looked down at her own chest to see what I was gawking at, and looked back at me with an excited, happy expression, like she enjoyed being caught doing something taboo.
A few minutes later, both girls were in the kitchen and I was fixing them ham sandwiches.
Anna turned out to be a friendly, talkative girl -- VERY talkative. Within only a few minutes -- the time it took for me to get the sandwich ingredients out of the fridge and spread the mustard and fixings on the bread -- I felt like I'd heard a big hunk of her life story. In those few minutes she managed to explain to me all about how her family had emigrated to the United States from Korea shortly before she was born, and how she spent every summer on some dinky little fishing island I'd never heard of off the coast of Korea. The main village on the island was so small that she knew all the kids her age. Because, she said, she had US citizenship, around the time she hit puberty all the other kids on the island started calling her "Miss America". Her parents, she told me, still had hopes that she'd find some nice boy to marry from their old home town on the flyspeck little island.
I looked her over while she spoke. She was a beautiful girl, with small facial features, lovely dark eyes that contrasted with her flawless pale skin and long, straight jet black hair that came down several inches below her shoulders. Her body was extremely petite -- she was barely five feet tall and more than a foot shorter than me -- and her lithe Asian body lacked the mouth-watering curves that Eva had. Still, she had a different kind of beauty than Eve did, a more delicate type that was beautiful in its own right. Her almost girlish, slight build gave me the urge to pick her up and play with her body like my own personal toy.
"And is that what you want -- to marry a Korean boy from your parents' home town?" I asked as I laid down three plates of sandwiches and joined them at the table.
"Oh God, no, sir!" she said. Her repeated habit of calling me "sir" even when she was talking informally, struck me as odd, almost quaint, but I chalked it up to the fact that, despite growing up in America, she obviously came from a conservative family. "My parents always talk about fixing me up with some Korean guy, but I'm not interested. And when I finally got to college they insisted that I join an Asian sorority -- but all those girls ever do is date guys from the Asian frat house a few doors down!"
"That doesn't appeal to you?" I asked.
"No!" Then her voice softened as she continued, "I... uh..."
"Go ahead," said Eve. "Tell him what you told me."
"Well, I..."
"You wanted a white guy. Isn't that what you told me?"
"My older sister told me she likes dating white guys," she said sheepishly. "She said they're... uh... better than Asian guys."
"Better how?" I asked.
"She said they treat her really nice. They don't take her for granted. Plus, she said they're..." her voice trailed off to a whisper as I heard her say, almost inaudibly, "bigger." She looked intensely embarrassed as she looked back into my eyes.
"'Bigger'?" I asked.