Chapter 9

Sunny’s turn:

I went back to my room, you know. Grabbed my bag, called the front desk, talked them into writing the charge off. “I haven’t even laid on the bed.”

Oh, but I laid all over a bed in Carl’s room.

I’ve been LOVED. I feel like a little schoolgirl with her first valentine.

I enter Carl’s room. Now it’s OUR room.

“You should’ve let me go with you.”

“Nope. Symbolic in my head. Leaving THAT behind. Carl, you’d better be serious...”

“Sunny, I’m serious. I’m giddy.”

“How long will you stay that way?”

“Darlin’, I will stay that way until my dying day.”

“I knew you’d be this way, Carl.”

“I hope you’re not taking advantage of me.”

I kissed him. “Never.” Another kiss. “And always. And you will take advantage of me and two of us will be very happy as one.”

By this time we were horizontal on the bed again.

All over each other. I’m happy at finding something and I want more of it.

Because I had to go to my room and he didn’t, he’s still naked and we’re both tugging at all too many obstacles on my body.

“Wait!” I said breathlessly. “Lemme do this.” I stood up and stripped under his almost worshipful gaze.

Naked again, I get back in bed. I wonder ... I scoot on my knees until I’m next to his face.

It’s a somewhat subtle hint. A question. I know what I’d like for an answer.

“Baby, you’re beautiful,” he says, rolling toward me, planting his nose in the ‘y’ formed by my legs and my torso and he inhales deeply. Follows with a kiss.

“Would you allow me?” he asked.

“Yesssss,” I hissed as I flopped back onto a pillow at the head of the bed, unfolding and spreading my legs.

Expectant? Oh, hell yes. Chu did this ONCE, unartfully, pronouncing it something he didn’t like.

Carl?

“Pardon me while I worship for a moment.”

“Gee, Carl...”

“You’re beautiful in ways I can’t describe, Sunny. This...” He kissed right at the beginning of my cleft, “is a work of art.”

Another kiss, then a flurry starting at the top and working down. I realized I was holding my breath. I forced myself to breathe, then his tongue glided from the bottom, forcing the lips aside.

“Mmmmm. So perfect...” and his mouth covered much of me, gently sucking, while his tongue explored and while I found myself in a steep spiral to...

His tongue found my clit. Gentle. Up one side, down the other, then right THERE. Flicking.

Boy needs hair. My fingers clasped the back of his head while my body bucked and shook against him.

And he kept at me. Oh, Soon Yi, what have you FOUND?!?!?!?

A second...

And a third ... And I grabbed him. “Come here, you ... you’re gonna KILL me...”

“You didn’t like that?”

“OhgodCarl...”

“You liked it.”

I pulled his glistening face to mine, welded my lips to his. “Please tell me YOU liked it...”

“Heaven exists down there. Yes, but ‘like’ is hardly an adequate word.”

“Carl ... never ... whole new world.” I guess that not mentioning Chu at this point was a tactful choice. Okay, Soon Yi. Chu never happened. That short bit of personal history was NOT a marriage and what happened was NOT lovemaking, so I will go to my grave swearing that Carl Primeaux is my FIRST.

Okay, if THAT was a first, then this ... I started sliding down.

On my ‘wedding night’ I had been told ‘suck it’. I react poorly to being told, and I react even worse to having a stubby uncircumsized dick stuffed into my mouth. Like I said. Sex was about Chu getting his rocks off. Fortunately that never took long, and even on our ‘honeymoon’ once a day was enough to meet his needs. And either hole would suffice – mouth or cunt – he’d laugh, thinking he was being some kind of dominant stud.

Carl’s pink, edging toward purple on that clean, circumsized dick and I actually WANT to go at it, first, because he just sent me on a tour of the Andromeda Galaxy and I wanted to repay him, and second, I’ve heard from some happier friends that it can be quite fun, and third, OUR bodies. I want us to learn each other.

“You don’t have to...”

“Shut up, Carl. I WANT to ... you don’t want me to?”

“NO, please ... I do...”

“Then...”

Six inches long, hard underneath that soft skin, the head getting more and more purple, a little drop of clear liquid. ‘Beautiful’, I thought to myself. ‘I waited all this long for this white boy’s dick’.

The only odor was from our coupling a short time ago. So ... a kiss that gave me a shudder from the recipient. If a kiss did that, then... “Mmmmm...”

“OhgodSunny!”

I hope he doesn’t misunderstand my happy titter. Another suck. How far down will it go?

That far. Comfortable. I hope it’s good enough.

Signs. His hand is caressing the back of my head, fondling my cheek. Other hand stroking my body. He’s still got that ‘worship’ thing going. I thrill at both ends, what happiness I have going in my mouth, the gentle caress as his hand traces the curve of my butt.

Signs. I recognize he’s getting close and I’m welcoming THIS one like I never did before.

“OhgodSunny. Stop before I...”

“Why would we wanna do that?” I asked before I went back to enjoying him. I felt the throbbing, then the pulsing and YESSSS! This one I want to keep sucking as I swallow. I do that. Listen to sighs and whimpers. I can identify.

Finally I give him up, crawl up beside him.

“Sunny...”

“Carl. I liked it. All of it. You. Me.”

“Sunny, I told you I was weird, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied cautiously. “So...”

“How do you feel about interracial marriage?”

“I’ve known you three weeks. We just jumped into bed. Now you wanna marry me?”

“I’m sorry. Weird, okay?!?”

“Uh, the answer is ‘yes’.”

“Yes, you’re okay with it?”

“Yes, I’m okay with it and yes, I’ll marry you.”

“I didn’t get a chance to ask...”

“Doesn’t matter. I know you, Carl.”

“Have you even thought about it, Sunny?”

“I have. Used to be working with one of the crews and think about ... But none of them ever seemed like a thought that got off the ground. Always a little something that stopped me from seeing ... I’ve been seeing that with you. Also thought about how Mom’s jaw will sound when it hits the floor.”

“Your parents. My parents. Might be a shock. No, maybe not. Mom and Dad watched me crash and burn out of the first marriage. I don’t think they’ll kick. They love me. My sister will figure it’s just me being me.”

“I can see where my people might turn colors. Tradition was what got me in an arranged marriage. You know I said I’ve kind of been persona non grata since the divorce.”

“So you would really cause havoc if you show up with a white boy.”

“I dunno. I never explored that idea.”

“Awww, Sunny ... I can’t ... not your parents...”

“Carl, my brand new love, I chose my path, the one that just connected with yours.”

“We’re crazy, you know...”

“Second time I’ve been crazy and KNEW I was being crazy. First time I walked away from an arranged marriage and from my old life. I was a lot more disturbed and apprehensive then.”

“I can imagine. But this is number two?”

“I want it, Carl. Got you in it, so I want it.”

“But family...”

“They’ll come around, baby,” I said.

“You think so?”

“I do, baby. What mom could turn her back on her child for her whole life?”

“I dunno ... I’ve heard of it. Drugs, disastrous lifestyle...”

“You’re my disaster, master.”

“Master? Kinky!” He smirked.

“You know, buddy, you’ve been tossing that silly smirk at me for weeks now. I think I’m gonna kiss it off your face.”

“I’d like to see you try...”

Carl’s turn:

Whatever I did to deserve this, it was a total accident and I’m glad I did it.

First time I saw Sunny I thought ‘Cute as hell. Exotic’. Us Cajun boys don’t get a lot of exposure to oriental girls. I was a bit apprehensive about the fact that my junior tech was a girl, but Jason doesn’t hire bad techs. I talked with him.

“She pulls her weight on the job. Everybody says so.”

“What about that ‘male-female’ thing?”

“That’s a big ‘no’. She’s correct, cordial, guys say she’s funny to hang around with, will even have a beer and dance, but I know that a couple of guys’ve tried. Got shot down. She’s very chaste, according to everything I can see.”

So for the beginning, all of that was true. Interesting person to talk with – intelligent, pretty well rounded knowledge, at least put up with my music.

Exotic-looking. Okay, yeah, the haircut. I can see that it’s practical, short, so it stands up well in the heat that we sometimes work in, and with practical bangs so she’s not having to brush hair from her eyes.

Eyes. Dark brown, like windows into her soul. Almond-shaped. Subject to twinkling when she really smiles.

Oh, yeah, the smile. Beautiful lips, just a little turn up at the corners, like a smile is a natural thing. Kind of thin, just a little pouty thing happening with that bottom lip. I imagined they’d be very kissable.

Not big-breasted. Not broad-hipped. A neat, compact body, really.

Altogether, a very pleasant package to see, and when we are working in close proximity to each other, me on the test set out by a transformer, her climbing the ladder to rearrange test leads, I think I looked too much.