Chapter 2: All I Could Think of Was...

... Brad.

My last year in High School and I was keeping my head down because of all the shit from that asshole pervert teacher and mostly hanging out with my bestie, Karen. Her house or mine or dating any guy that came along and looked good, and I still remembered, and memories were all that was left. Almost all.

“This’s my brother, Brad, he’s back from the ‘Stan,” Karen’d said, and I kind of vaguely remembered him from way back when I was about ten or something and he’d enlisted. Tall, awkward, kinda gawky older guy and I wasn’t interested in guys back then at all, he’d been background noise, but now? Wow, he sure wasn’t gawky anymore.

I’d just kind of stood there with my mouth hanging open and I’d just looked at him and he’d looked at me and our eyes ‘d met and it was like my heart ‘d been stopped and restarted with a jolt and suddenly I was alive in a way I’d never been before and the entire world was just brighter and more vivid around me.

“Brad, you remember Jenny Wong...” Karen started to say but Brad interrupted her.

“Yeah, I remember Jenny Wong,” he said, and his eyes never left mine and somehow both my hands were in his and we just looked at each other and looked at each other and everything else just faded away and his eyes were this gorgeous blue and I was sort of vaguely aware of Karen making noises but I wasn’t listening to her.

“Hi, Jenny,” he said, and my name was like music when he said it.

“Hi, Brad,” I said, kind of breathlessly and I knew, I just knew he was the guy and I forgot all about Karen. I forgot about everything except Brad and we went out on our first date that night.

“Not sure I like you dating another gweilo boy, Jenny” my Dad’d said, because I was running around having a panic attack over what to wear and I’d finally settled on something that didn’t exactly say “fuck me” because most dates that was all I was in it for but Brad was just something else and I didn’t want to look easy but I did want to say “go for it.”

My Dad wasn’t too excited about my choices but he wasn’t going to come right out and say that to me because, back in those days, even Chinese parents were getting the idea that the thought police were listening and after that little lgbtq episode at High School my Mom and Dad were a bit cautious and I had a bit of a free rein and I’d been using it.

“He’s not a boy, Dad,” I said. Because he wasn’t. He was, like, ten years older than me and he was totally perfect however I looked at it.

“That’s shameless, Jenny. Wear something more modest. And why another gweilo boy. That nice Sidney Chow wants to date you. His mom told me.” My Mom was way more upfront and she really didn’t like me dating those gweilo boys and I was pretty sure she knew her daughter’s precious pearl was long gone but she didn’t say anything about it and neither did I.

“Mom! I wouldn’t date Sidney Chow if he was the last guy on, like, earth,” I said.

I wouldn’t have either. Fat little toad, and I wasn’t gonna mention it to my Mom but I was sure he was gay anyhow, so he was probably spinning one to his Mom but he’d never dissed me so I wasn’t going to drop him in it with his Mom and Dad. Besides, he was a kid. Eighteen. My age, I wasn’t gonna date some eighteen year old kid. Wouldn’t know where to start, to begin with and if he did, it’d be over before I blinked. Been there, tried that, been disappointed. No fun.

“He’s here,” I squealed, because the doorbell had rung and I ran, I really did and when I opened the door, dressed to slay him dead, oh yeah, it was him and he was in jeans and a big warm army jacket thing and the first thing I wanted to do was just fling myself into his arms but I kinda held back outta respect for my Dad and Mom. I’d fling myself into his arms later.

“Hi Jenny,” he said, towering over me and he was looking down at me and I was looking up at him and we were just standing there and looking at each other and holding hands and my Dad burst out laughing and I giggled and Brad grinned and I guess that broke the ice because my parents didn’t give him the third degree the gweilo guys I dated always got, and it wasn’t like Brad was exactly the first gweilo guy I’d dated either.

They asked him inside and gave him a cup of tea instead and that was a first.

“Where’re you taking me?” I’d asked, a while later, because I’d been thinking, you know, clubbing or bar or dinner date or movie or something kind of romantic before he got to score and that was what I’d dressed for but he sure wasn’t dressed for anything like that at all.

“Got some jeans and a warm old jacket?” he’d asked, looking me up and down and smiling. “Something windproof and outdoorsy.”

“Yeah,” I said, more or less thinking oh fuck, cheap date, but I didn’t care because as soon as I’d seen him at the door, I knew he could take me down to the corner of Washington and Jefferson and sit on the sidewalk with all the druggies and it’d still be perfect because it’d be with him and that was all that mattered.

“Get changed,” he said, grinning. “I like it, but tonight you’re gonna meet some buddies of mine and you’re gonna want some jeans. Preferably old jeans and we’re gonna be inside but it’s not heated.”

“Okay,” I said, and I went upstairs and I changed and him and my Dad were talking away and seemed like my Dad actually liked him. ‘Specially when I came back downstairs wearing a pair of old jeans and an even older jacket but yeah, real warm.

“Much better,” my Dad grunted. In Cantonese.

Even my Mom nodded. “Not shameless at all,” she said. In Cantonese. “I like this boy. Very respectful.”

“Back by midnight,” my Dad said. In English. He always said that. Sometimes happened, sometimes didn’t. But he always said it.

“Sure thing, Mr. Wong,” Brad said. And he did, he had me back before midnight.

“Where ‘r we going?” I’d asked, sitting real close to him in the old F150 crew cab he’d come home from the Army in and I’d kind of thought about that because bench seat in the back, and it was a bit blatant, but I’d totally made up my mind about him so after about a second of thinking that maybe I didn’t want to be too easy, not for him, I just sat as close to him as I could, and if that gave him ideas for later, well, good, because maybe I wouldn’t be easy but if he wanted too and he went for it, well, I wasn’t going to stop him either.

“Ever been shooting?” he asked, smiling at me.

“No,” I said, kind of doubtfully, because you know, guns were baaaaaaad. All the teachers said so. The news said so. Half the kids at school said so and the other half said nothing and I knew my parents didn’t like guns. I sort of half liked guns myself but I didn’t think I should and I sure wasn’t saying so. Not even to my friends. Actually, thinking about it, especially not to my friends.

“Well, you’re gonna go shooting tonight,” Brad said. “Meet my buddies and I’m going to teach you to shoot.” He grinned. “Every girl should know how to shoot.”

“Okay,” I said, because it sure didn’t change what I thought about him and hey, why not. Might be fun.

It was. I’d never shot a handgun or a rifle before. By the end of the evening I had and oh wow, did I love my instructor. Because Brad was real hands on with his instruction and his hands were perfect and no kidding, he taught me to shoot in one evening and I actually really liked it. Like, totally, and his buddies were real fun to. Bunch of guys who’d been in the Army or the Marines and even a couple of air force pukes and when I asked why the guys called them that they just grinned.

“Enjoy yourself, Jenny?” Brad’d asked me, sitting in the cab of his truck afterwards with a coffee each and his rifles and handguns were in a couple of cases behind us in back and I even smelled of guns and gunsmoke. So much for that perfume I’d spent half an hour agonizing over.

“Yeah,” I said. “I loved that.” Then I grinned and put my coffee on the dash and I took his coffee and I put it beside mine. “and now it’s time to enjoy something else,” I said, totally blatant, sliding into his arms and giving him my very best ‘kiss me’ look, and I guess that Army training had been pretty thorough because he didn’t need a second hint and he kissed real good.

Reaaaaaal good and about sixty seconds later I was in his arms and his tongue was in my mouth and I was moaning and that kiss was so good and I felt like this was where I’d always belonged and my arms were round his neck and it didn’t take much, pre than a hint or two and we were in the back on that bench seat and he was easing over with me and that was exactly what I wanted.

“Jesus,” he said, when we came up for air and I’d been wondering how far into my mouth his tongue could go which kind of made me think how far something else could go and I was panting.

“Jenny,” I said, batting my eyelids. “It’s Jenny,” and he laughed and then we were kissing again and next time we came up for air he grinned and got my name right.

“Jenny,” he breathed, and his fingers were tracing my jawline and I just shivered in his arms and when his fingers began to unbutton my shirt I looking into his eyes and I didn’t tease him and my heart beat faster and my breath came faster and when he brushed my shirt open and looked at me I reached behind my back with one hand and unhooked my bra and I’d never done that for anyone although it’d been done for me more than a few times.

“Jenny,” he breathed again, and his fingers brushed my bra up, exposing my boobs and his hands guided me over and onto my back on the bench seat and he moved with me and I smiled as his hand cupped my boob and hot ripples ran through me and I smiled as he lowered his mouth and his lips drew gently on my other nipple and one of my hands stroked his head as he sucked and licked and kissed my boob and oh boy, that army training must’ve been really good, because he sure knew what to do.

“They’re small,” I breathed, arching my back, pushing my boob at his mouth and oh Jesus, he sucked my whole boob into his mouth and his tongue swirled around and across my nipple and then his lips closed on it and he drew it out and I just moaned desperately because it was so good.

“They’re perfect,” he smiled, his mouth lifting for a second, and then “Jenny?”

His hand was fumbling at my jeans and I reached down with both hands and undid them and just pushed them down to my knees and kicked them off and his hand helped and I wanted him and my hands found his belt and undid it and unzipped his jeans and he pushed them down for me.

“Brad.” It was just a sigh of pure happiness as I reached inside his boxers and found him and he was big and hard and thick and silky hot and he just fitted my hand so beautifully and that look on his face when I stroked him.

“I want you, Jenny Wong,” he breathed, and that look in his eyes and on his face said yeah, he really really did. “I want you real bad.”

“Okay,” I moaned, not teasing him at all, letting go of him and I didn’t want to but I needed to get rid of my panties so I did and then my hand found him again and he was looking down at me and just looking and looking and his hand stroked my leg, the outside of my thigh, gentle and firm and his hand was calloused and rough and I loved that roughness on my skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, and our eyes looked into each other’s and I knew he meant it and I knew he was everything to me now and there’d never be anyone else ever again and I kind of regretted that there ever had been anyone else before him and my hand drew him to me and he moved as I spread my legs wide for him.

One knee slipped between mine and I drew one leg back, opening myself as his hand found me, cupped me, one fingertip probing gently, touching me where I was so wet and ready for him, probing gently inside me, touching and exploring and caressing my channel walls where I was so wet and slippery and my head arched back and he moved between my legs and I was wide open to him, drawing my knees back, offering myself to him and I didn’t want him to be disappointed.

“Brad, I’m not...” I whispered, wishing I was for him but that’d been a few years and a lotta guys back. His finger on my lips interrupted me.

“It doesn’t matter, Jenny Wong,” he breathed, his lips brushing mine. “You’re mine now.”

“Yes,” I moaned, looking up at his face above mine and I knew that I was and my hand guided him to me and his finger eased out, his cockhead found me, pushed, entered and I’d done this before but with him, with Brad, it was like my first time all over again as he slid gently inside me, opening me and I stretched around him and clasped him inside and I wanted all of him in me and he wanted to be inside me and he thrust slowly.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” He was. All of him in one long thick hard glorious slide up inside me that took my breath away and stopped my heart and he filled me completely and he was pressed up hard against me and stretching me inside where his hard length pressed against my channel walls and we just looked into each other eyes and he was so big and heavy and on me and in me and touching me everywhere and it was just perfect and it was like he belonged in me and he’d always belong in me. Forever.

“Jenny,” he breathed. “Jenny Wong, you’re beautiful.”

“Brad,” I breathed, shuddering beneath him, drawing my knees back and back until they brushed his ribs and my feet trailed across his hips and my hands ran over his shoulders and I wanted to touch him everywhere and my back arched and suddenly that excitement was overwhelming me and my sex danced and spasmed on his rigid shaft and I moaned and my head arched back.

“I love you,” I sobbed without even thinking and my climax took me and swept me up and I crossed my ankles behind his back and squeezed him tight as I juddered beneath him, eyes wide, moaning as my sex pulsed on him and wave after wave of ecstatic sensation washed through me and I’d never climaxed so quick and so hard.

“Oh Jesus,” I sighed as I subsided beneath him, and I didn’t want to let him go and I was just glowing and it wasn’t like I’d never climaxed before, it was just that this was so special and I knew I loved him so much and I hoped, I really hoped he wanted this to be more than a short term thing.

“Brad,” he said, and he was smiling as he brushed my hair back from my forehead. “It’s Brad.”

“Brad,” I sighed, and I didn’t feel like giggling at all.

“Ohhh,” I sobbed, because he’d moved inside me and it kind of dawned on me that he hadn’t done a thing except take me and I’d climaxed right away and he hadn’t even started and I looked up at him and I smiled and there were lots of things I could’ve said but all I did say was “please”.

“Jenny,” he said, and he eased back and then, very slowly, back into me again, thick sliding friction against my channel walls, so high inside me and he really was big and I loved it. Loved him. Loved what he was doing to me.