Chapter 50: Do You Like Eating Chinese?

February 19, 1982, Chicago, Illinois

I couldn’t believe the way the forces of the universe had come together, bringing me sexy girls who wanted to have sex with me. I didn’t put any particular value on virgins, and preferred experienced girls, but the virgins I’d been with had been very exciting. Huifen gave every impression that she’d be even more fun than Bianca, Phoebe, or Jeri.

I sat down on the bed and held out my arms for Huifen to come to sit on my lap. She did, and we exchanged several sexy French kisses.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“I’m dying to have your tongue in me! The die just would NOT cooperate!”

“And if you had rolled a five or six?” I asked.

“I simply willed the die not to be a five or six! The power of the Chinese mind!”

I laughed, “And you think you could control the die?”

“It never was above three, so maybe I was too good at it! I used every mental power I had to make sure I won!”

“Really?”

“Once I saw you, I was absolutely positive I wanted to be with you. But I didn’t want it to be in front of the other girls. Call it the power of positive thinking!”

I laughed, “Well, I certainly have no objection to you using your mental powers to manipulate the outcome.”

“Let’s get undressed,” Huifen requested.

She got off my lap, I stood up, and we both undressed. I held out my arms for a hug, and the top of her head just barely reached my breastbone. That was actually going to make any position with me on top difficult, but that didn’t bother me at all. I picked her up as I had earlier, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist so we could kiss. She squirmed and wiggled, her nipples tracing across my chest.

We kissed for a bit, then I turned and lowered her onto the bed. She spread her legs, and I lay between them so I could suckle her small breasts. I was in no rush, but I knew Huifen was anticipating my tongue in her, so I slowly kissed my way down her body, then kissed the inside of each thigh, before gently pushing my tongue between her thin labia, her wild tuft of soft pubic hair tickling my nose.

“Heavenly,” she sighed as I swirled my tongue inside her, then groaned when I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“Keep doing that,” she gasped as I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue.

A minute later, she groaned and shuddered.

“Do you like eating Chinese?” she giggled.

“I do!” I exclaimed, then returned to my ministrations.

Normally, just putting my tongue in a girl would get me hard, but I could tell it was going to take more than that. I focused on pleasuring Huifen and was rewarded a few minutes later when she had her first orgasm. I gave her two more before she touched my cheek.

“I need you in me,” she panted.

“I’m not hard,” I said somewhat apologetically.

“Let me suck you while you lick me,” she said, breathing hard.

We shifted so that I was on my back, and Huifen straddled my face. She mashed her pussy against my mouth and began kissing, licking, and stroking my semi-flaccid dick. She had to work for a bit, but she got me hard and moved off my face. I expected her to straddle my groin and mount me, but she turned onto her back and lay next to me. I got between her legs, lodged my glans against her labia, and propped on my arms so that I didn’t smother her, pushed my hips forward. Huifen gasped and her eyes flew wide as I spread her open and slid into her tight, slick pussy.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Wow! So full!”

I only needed two thrusts to bury myself in her, surprised that I could fit completely into her small body. Huifen put her heels on my butt and bucked gently, encouraging me to begin my thrusts. With everything I’d done earlier, I had no urgency of any kind, so I fucked Huifen at a slow steady pace, with her raising her hips to meet me.

Huifen had several orgasms over the next twenty minutes, and I felt I could probably go for hours, but concentrated on bringing myself off. I increased my speed, and Huifen matched me with thrusts of her hips. She began squeezing her muscles, which felt VERY good, and helped me achieve my goal about five minutes later. The orgasm felt great, though I knew I didn’t have a lot of cum left to spurt into her. I kept fucking her, bringing her off once more before gently pulling out and moving to lie next to her.

“That,” she said through labored breaths, “was amazing. I felt SO full, and it felt SO good! How soon can you go again?”

I chuckled, “Probably fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“Sit up on the edge of the bed, please.”

I did as she asked and she got out of the bed. She moved to straddle me, wrapping her legs around my back and her arms around my neck. We started French kissing, and she squirmed and wiggled, rubbing her nipples and fur-covered mons against me. We kissed for about fifteen minutes, and Huifen managed two small orgasms from rubbing against me, before she put her hands between us and began stroking me as we kissed.

It took some time, but she got me hard, lifted up, positioned me against her labia, and moaned softly as she sank down completely. We French kissed, and I let her move the way she wanted, wondering if I’d have even a drop of cum to shoot into her when I had my orgasm. Huifen brought herself off three times, then put her lips to my ear.

“Fuck me hard!” she begged.

She was so light that I could easily stand up, turn, and maneuver her onto the bed. I once again propped myself on my arms and began pounding in and out of her. Huifen threw her hips around with abandon, coming three times before I groaned and felt intense pleasure, though barely spurted anything into her spasming pussy.

“What about a rest?” I asked.

“How about I set my alarm for ninety minutes from now and we try again?” she asked,

“Sounds good,” I agreed.

She set the alarm, then pulled the comforter over us and snuggled close. I was mostly used up and quickly fell asleep.

February 20, 1982, Chicago, Illinois

On Saturday morning, having woken with the alarm three times during the night and early morning to ‘eat Chinese’ and fuck, Huifen and I went to the girls’ showers where we washed each other, then stood under the warm spray to rinse off.

“Did your night of ecstasy live up to your expectations?” I asked.

“You were amazing! I can’t believe how good you made me feel with your tongue and dick!”

“And I very much liked eating Chinese!” I declared.

Huifen turned and put her arms around me, squirming and sliding her slick body against mine.

“If you want a second helping of Chinese, I’d love to have another night, this time without you being halfway used up! Then we could literally do it all night!”

“I think we can arrange that,” I said.

“Awesome!” she exclaimed. “I’ll give you my phone number before you leave!”

I turned off the shower, we dried off, put on robes, and managed to get out of the girls’ showers without incident. We went to Huifen’s room, dressed, then she made green tea for us, as we still had twenty minutes before we had to meet the other girls for breakfast. She also gave me her phone number, though she wrote ‘Hannah’ on the paper.

“Why ‘Hannah’?” I asked.

“A lot of girls with traditional Chinese names use what you would call a ‘Christian’ name because it’s easier for English-speakers.”

“Which should I use?”

“If you can manage Huifen, I prefer it!”

“I can. How long has your family been in the US?”

“My dad was born in China just before World War II. His family came here when it was obvious the Communists were going to win. My mom’s family is originally from China, but moved to Hawaii just before the turn of the century. My parents met in California when they were at Stanford together in 1956. I was born in 1963.”

“I take it you speak Chinese?”

“Yes, though not as well as my parents would like. They still speak Chinese at home, but they made sure I learned to speak English as a toddler, and that’s what I speak most everywhere.”

“What does your dad do?”

She laughed, “He’s a math professor at Stanford.”

“Why not go there?” I asked.

“Because I would have had to live at home and I certainly couldn’t do what we did last night! I’ll go to graduate school at Stanford, but I wanted to go someplace where I could have fun away from home. We have friends who live in Chicago, and one of my dad’s best friends teaches physics at Loyola, so Dad was OK with me studying here. He had the idea I couldn’t get into too much trouble at a Catholic university. He was obviously wrong!”

“Obviously! What does your mom do?”

“She manages two Chinese restaurants in San Francisco on behalf of her family. They have two in Hawaii and two in California. She earned her degree in Business. What’s your major?”

“I’m only enrolled part time. I’m working in the mailroom for Spurgeon Capital paying my dues so I can move up to the trading or brokerage floors. I’m taking a class in financial accounting three evenings a week.”

“You seem extremely intelligent. Why not go to college?”

“It’s a long story, but the short version is my mom was a single mom from the time I was born, we had almost no money, and I was a mediocre student because I worked three jobs to help make ends meet.”

“You said you grew up in Ohio, right?”

“Yes. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why join the game?”

Huifen laughed softly, “Because it sounded fun! Paula told me about you and said you were really nice and very good in bed. I knew what might happen, and I was totally ready, but I could have quit at any point if I didn’t like you or changed my mind. As soon as I met you and saw how comfortable all the other girls were with you, I knew I wanted it. When I saw how big you were, I really wanted it. That’s when I began concentrating on winning the second round without having you penetrate me.”

“What would you have done if you’d rolled a five or six?”

“Most likely I would have dropped out and looked for another opportunity with you or someone else. But I might also have done it.”

“Why wait until last night?”

“Part of it was not finding the right guy, part of it was Paula’s sales job, and part of it was being thoroughly intrigued with watching others.”

“But not being watched?”

“Not for my first time, for sure!”

“Did Paula know you were a virgin?”

“No way! That’s private! The only person who knows what I had done before last night is my best friend. She’ll know what happened between you and me. She’s going to be jealous because her first time was NOTHING like mine!”

“I’m glad I could make it good for you.”

“Good? It was GR-EAT!”

I laughed, “Tony the Tiger.”

“Yes. Finish your tea, please. We need to go meet the girls.”

I drained my tea, Huifen took the mug, and turned her face up for a kiss. I picked her up as I had before, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she had before. We French kissed for several minutes before she broke the kiss and put her lips by my ear.

“Call soon,” she whispered.

I put her down, we left her room, rode the elevator to the ground floor, and walked to the cafeteria to join Allyson, Bianca, and Shelly. Sally, Julianne, and Lucy came in a moment later. I wondered where Paula was, but I didn’t mind if she had decided to bail on us. Everyone went to the line to get food, then returned to the table.

“Has anyone seen Paula?” Lucy asked.

“She was with you last night,” Julianne replied. “The rest of us went to bed. Did she pick up a guy at the party?”

“Yes,” Lucy responded, “but she almost never stays out all night.”

“Maybe he was that good!” Huifen said with a smirk.

“Maybe!” Lucy said, laughing. “How was Jonathan?”

“Awesome!”

“So the eggs on your plate aren’t the only ones that are scrambled?” Lucy asked.

“I’m on the Pill, so there better not be any eggs, scrambled or otherwise!”

The girls and I all laughed.

“Did you drain him completely?” Lucy asked.

“Pretty much!” Huifen replied. “And I make no apologies!”

“What do you say, Jonathan?” Lucy asked. “Do you have enough in your tank to play?”

“Maybe,” I replied. “It would probably better if we waited until after lunch.”

“You sound a bit hesitant.”

I shrugged, “Huifen didn’t let me get much sleep last night, and she wasn’t kidding when she said she drained me completely! And that is NOT a complaint!”

Bianca and Shelly had a quick, whispered conversation.

“Shelly and I will drop out because we’re each going to see him during the week,” Bianca said.

“I had him all night, so I can let others have fun,” Huifen said.

“And I’m staying with him tonight,” Allyson declared.

“I got what I wanted last night!” Julianne declared.

“I guess that leaves Lucy and Sally,” Allyson said. “Jonathan, you think you’ll be able to please two girls?”

“After lunch, sure,” I replied. “Well, assuming Sally and Lucy are interested.”

“What about Paula?” Lucy asked.

“Honestly? I’d rather not.”

“Can I ask why?” Lucy inquired. “Usually guys are way more interested in girls with tits like hers than ones like mine.”

“Believe it or not, there is more to it than just big breasts or a sexy butt!”

“Acting like a bitch last time didn’t help her cause,” Allyson interjected.

“And given Jonathan has seven options sitting right here,” Sally smirked, “do you think he’ll miss her?”

“What are we doing after breakfast?” Bianca asked.

“I figured we’d just hang out,” Allyson replied. “Obviously, if someone has homework or something they want to do, they don’t have to.

We finished breakfast and all the girls except Julianne, who had a paper to write, went back to Allyson’s room, though Lucy went to check to see if Paula had returned.

“No sign of her,” Lucy said when she came into Allyson’s room a few minutes later. “I’m a bit concerned.”

“Do you know who she hooked up with?” Allyson asked.

“A tall blonde guy named Phil, but I don’t actually know him. I don’t recall seeing him on campus, but if he’s not a science major of some sort, I wouldn’t see him in class. They disappeared about 1:00am, but I didn’t think too much about it then. I ended up coming back to campus with Joe.”

“Your go-to guy when you have an itch that needs scratching! Why not just date him?”

“Variety is the spice of life!” Lucy smirked. “I’ve told you what my life will be like in medical school, Internship, and Residency, and I want to be a cardiologist like my uncle. Marriage and kids are tough on female doctors, more so on ones who choose seriously challenging specialties like cardiology.”

“You sound like you won’t ever marry,” Shelly observed.

“I’m not big on kids, so it really doesn’t matter. And being single lets me have a guy around when I want, and not when I don’t. And I’m not stuck with the same guy for life.”

“My dad would lose his mind!” Bianca said, shaking her head. “In his mind, if I don’t marry and have children, I’m offending the family! And we’re Catholic, so he’s expecting me to have five as he and Mom did. Forget THAT!”

“Do you go to church?” I asked.

“When I’m home, I go to make my parents happy. I haven’t been once since coming to Loyola, except for when I was home at Christmas. The rituals bore me and the teachings of the Church about sex, birth control, and abortion could only have been made up by old men who never once in their lives got laid!”

“So no church wedding for you, then, right?” Lucy asked.

“Well, you know for a fact that I can’t wear white!” Bianca declared mirthfully.

“Oh, bullshit!” Sally said vehemently. “Wear white and own it! I plan to, and you know I’ve been with quite a few guys. I mean, seriously, how many girls do you know who are still virgins when they marry?”

“A few girls from High School who went to a Bible church in Warrenville, but that’s about it,” Bianca said.

“Don’t count on that!” Shelly declared. “I knew a girl in High School who carried her Bible everywhere and only hung out with the Christian Club members and who ended up pregnant.”

“Hormones do not care about Jesus!” Lucy declared. “Or any other gods!”

“O’Shea is Irish, right?” Bianca asked.

“Yes. I’m just as Catholic as you are! I go to church with my mom when I’m home, but otherwise, well, I prefer worshiping on my knees in a way the church most certainly doesn’t approve!”

We all laughed, and what Bianca had said about her church made me more comfortable with the plan she was proposing. I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I felt I could seriously consider it.

“Do you guys listen to Frank Zappa at all?” Lucy continued.

“I’ve heard a few songs,” I replied. “But just what was played on the radio. I know he has some stuff that can’t be played on the radio.”

“There’s a double-album set called Joe’s Garage that has some really extreme stuff. You should listen to it. He’s outspoken on the whole church/sex thing. I memorized something he said about it, and it’s what made me basically give up on church. He said —