From Jenny to Mei Ch. 25

Although she felt she would explode with he intensity of her love for him she released it in a controlled, gentle, and reassuring whisper: "I love you, Philip."

"Umhp."

"So much love you. Love how you grunt in my ear like that. So totally sexy. Love how you look at me and can't stop thinking about me. Love how you love pink and pussy and peaches."

He humped her a few times more which just added joyful overtones to her sounds of pleasure.

"Love how you're going to hold my hand and smirk when I flirt with you in public. Love how you feel pride in me for my intelligence."

"The sexiest thing about you."

She snickered softly, "Not by a long shot, but it's sweet."

"Sorry I came so quick," he said when he could.

"Don't be dumb. I loved it."

"Peaches 'n cream?" he chuckled.

She looked back and up at him. "You love food."

She turned over and pulled him down on her, letting the couch take most of his weight. As his cum dribbled out of her, his wet cock nestled between her ass cheeks, she said, "Tell me you're going to do that every day."

"Every day."

"No, tell me."

"I'm going to make love to you every day."

"Promise."

"Do you need to hear my promise?"

"Nah, that's not how promises work. You're the one who needs to hear it."

"Better find gramma's book of spells."

"If I need 'em. My aunt is still alive you know."

"Hmmm."

Rather incongruously she said, "You like it when I come don't you?"

"For me it's the best thing about sex." He noticed her apologetic expression. "Ai, it's not a prerequisite, ok? You don't have to come every time." He leant down to kiss her. "I mean, I love it when you do and if I hadn't been thinking of your..."

"... vagina?" She kissed back.

"...sweet, hot..." (Kiss)

"... sloppy..." (Kiss)

"... sodden..." (Kiss)

"... squishy..." (Kiss)

"... peach vagina, then I'd have given you the chance."

"I don't need 'em. Not like Mei Chun. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's just that..."

"You like the emotion."

She looked at him with a gaze of mild surprise, admiration and amusement. Her fingers played through his soft, short hair.

"I'm not totally insensitive, Ai."

"Been reading romance novels?"

"Yep, buy cheap paperbacks by the hundred-weight."

"Economical," she said with a smirky smile, "not cheap." She changed her tone somewhat. "Love me, Philip?"

"Didn't I just..." He nearly didn't catch the signal, the change in attitude. "Yes, I love you."

She saw his brows slant. "I didn't mean it like that. I know you do. I just wanted you to be aware of your feelings."

"You're perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"You're perfect."

"My tits."

"What about 'em? They're fucking absolutely perfect."

"Pick a new adjective."

"Sublime. Perky. Supple, delectable, a delicious mouthfull of woman's bounty."

"Bounty," she scoffed, "Mei has bounty, damn, Karla, there's bounty. D cup bounty and firm."

"Springs," he said, "Tim says they're on springs."

"You guys had a good talk then? I mean if he's describing his toys to you then things must be all set."

"No. She told me when we got the massage."

"Oh?" she said with disappointment that would have him think she was jealous had it been anyone but her.

"B, C and D. You'll have a straight."

"Huh?"

"We have to find you an A cup somewhere then you'll have a royal... a royal..."

"Flush."

"Right."

"But we'll need an E too. You know, for like, five card..." He stopped when he noticed the analogy had been played out.

"Do you like...?"

"What? Huge breasts?"

She looked a bit fragile, which wasn't like her.

"No. Really, I don't. I know some guys like that kinda thing but frankly they are a turn off for me. Great big bags sloshing around a woman's torso do absolutely nothing for me."

"Mei's are beautiful. So... like, Playboy tits."

He had a sense of where her mind was going and said, "If you get a tit job it's all over." He was exaggerating, of course, but he hated them. "I won't have fake tits in my house. Not on a woman I love." He put a hand on her face to make sure she was looking at him and saw the first glimmer of insecurity he'd seen in her eyes. "Your... breasts... are... perfect."

"But Mei's and Karla's..."

"... are perfect too. It's not about how big the bags of fat are, honey. It's who they're connected to."

She smiled and kissed him.

"And no tattoos. I remember you said what's his name wanted you to get one, but please, please don't."

"Not even your name."

"Especially not my name. Keep your body pure for me honey. It would be like slapping God across the face."

"Ok... I don't like 'em anyway. What else?"

"No drugs."

"Not even a little dope? I mean it's legal now."

"I've seen it destroy too many lives. And legal doesn't mean ok."

She wondered what other prohibitions there might be, more to know his preferences than anything else.

"I guess you can smoke a joint every now and then. Like once a month or so but do me the favor of asking me, or telling me first, ok?"

"I'd like to get really high with you sometime and just snuggle together in bed for the whole afternoon. It gets me horny. Not crazy horny like Mei Chun but mellow horny like I want to do things for you. You know? Like just lick your whole body for an hour or two."

It sounded nice but Philip gave up dope in prison. Maybe he'd try it again.

"You look sleepy, Ai. Let me lick your pussy and let you drift off to sleep. I've got to get some work done."

"You say the most heartbreakingly romantic things, Philip. I'd love it."

She ran off to pee, splashed a bit of water on herself to ensure she was clean and quietly crawled on the mattress, careful not to wake Mei.

He started with graceful, tender strokes along her legs and Ai settled down into relaxation. She had no anticipation of an orgasm, wasn't sure she even wanted one. It was the emotions flowing into her body that were so exquisite, the adoration she felt from him and the care he was taking. She was three quarters asleep when he parted her thighs and began the kisses. Soft, enduring clasping of his lips and short wet licks on her thighs.

He whispered an unbroken chant of "I love you," between each kiss. It wasn't monotonous though it was the same three words again and again. Each hearing made her heart more full, lowering her ever deeper into the warmth of quiet peace.

Kissing her mound and nibbling her hair caused no moans to escape her. Even his licking of her lips didn't feel sexual, just lovely and light, calming and tender.

He stopped finally, a minute after she began snoring like a cartoon princess. He covered her and stood to gaze at them both. "Great God in heaven, what a undeserving slob I am..." he whispered to himself. These were his girls, his lovers. He noticed feeling his love for them as a physical pang. If he lost all his money he'd be fine in the end if he could keep these two.

He dimmed the light by closing the door most of the way, went to his workstation and put in some very productive time, despite the alcohol still in his system and the lateness of the hour. He slept on the couch covered by the throw, not wanting to disturb them.

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The early morning sun forced Sarah to shield her eyes as she pulled into her parking spot at the center. It was the one perquisite of the job, a reserved space with the word 'Director' in faded white paint on the gray tarmac. She often wondered why she, as young as she was, had been given the position. True, she had the requisite training and certificates, but she didn't feel she had the experience for the job. 'Probably couldn't find anyone else,' she thought. She did her job well, she knew that, and a year into the position she had weathered enough calamity and put out enough fires to have confidence in her abilities.

As she closed the door of her old Mazda she looked toward the entry doors and to her future. With dread and a palpable despair she cursed herself for her self-centered pity and trudged toward the interminable crises of sick children, heartache and mental illness.

Paradoxically, it was moments like this she most wanted a child of her own. She had no sex preference, both little boys and girls had their charms. She didn't even think about the man that would be necessarily involved in producing one. She wanted a child to love her and one she could give all of her love to. She wanted mornings in the park watching her little one interacting with other kids. She wanted to make adorable little sandwiches with the mayonnaise in a smilie face even if the bread made it invisible. She wanted a doughy little infant suckling her nipple and a tiny, tiny hand grasping at her neck.

"Morning, Sarah."

She hadn't even seen Mrs. Holloway.

"Hi, Kathy. Anything...?"

"Nope. All good. Rebecca's been a bit... well, Rebecca, but she's calmed down. Just about to get 'em up."

She watched the older, somewhat nosey and opinionated woman walk away and wondered about her quality as a mother. She did that a lot lately. She didn't like judging others but found it hard to resist, especially with the parents of the children under her care. Most of the kids were born to inner-city minorities or rural whites who didn't have the resources to have them privately institutionalized. They weren't bad parents, not that she could tell, they were just overwhelmed and had that look in the eye of people who'd been ground down by hideous circumstance.

Yet when she felt the mood she was in now she took it out on them, not in a way the parents would notice, it was just that she allowed her private mind to place some of the irrational blame on them. And when she caught herself doing it, blaming blameless parents for their child's misfortune, she hated herself and crawled further into the bag of misery.

But today her mood was caused by simple self-pity which wasn't really part of her nature, or rather the nature of the woman she had grown up being. It made her feel self-indulgent, like she was spoiling herself. Perhaps it had just been too long since she had allowed herself a vacation. True, she had only had the title of Director for a year but she had worked here or at similar facilities for the last five. And in that time she had only a few weeks off. Two and a half of those were spent on that enchanting vacation with Mitch in Bali. It seemed a dream now, having someone to love and give to and while away the days with in that tropical Indonesian paradise.

'Fuck Mitch!' Her thought was as much pleading as damnation. 'Why couldn't you see? Why didn't you see it was a means to an end. I fucked men to become a nurse, goddammit, to care for people? It wasn't like I did it for the money.' Then her thoughts again turned sour, 'Only to get a job caring for broken children and get ground to powder and live the rest of my life in Bedlam.'

She turned into her office.

'Not that it was horrible, fucking for tuition, most of the time anyway. And why shouldn't there be something for me?'

"Hi, Sarah. Morning!"

The chipper voice startled her. It had to be Mrs. Reinhold, a volunteer. Only they were happy at eight a.m.

"Gonna check on Sam and Jerome."

"Thanks, Maggie!" She forced a cheer into her voice that she didn't feel because she set the mood for the others.

Hearing Jerome's name made her think of Mei Chun and thus, of course, Philip. It lead her thoughts to a conversation she had with her last week. She thought she had the young Asian girl figured out until that discussion.

She saw Mei Chun's strength the day she asked her to stay through the night shift. Mei Chun had impressed her with her unwillingness to be intimidated. She had done well with the challenge, or was it a test? Sarah didn't know, or perhaps she did know but wanted to avoid the guilt of confronting her real motivation for placing the young volunteer into a difficult position. It was probably petty revenge if the truth were told, or some percentage of it was. The remainder was her total fatigue and the desperate need for a few hours in her own bed.

Regardless of her motivation, Mei Chun had done exceedingly well. Firstly by not telling her to fuck off and storming out. She had told her off but then bent her will to the task and Sarah liked that, a lot. It was the call she received the next day that totally bemused her. It phased her so much that she was only now coming to understand the reality of what had happened.

It was perhaps the most oddly disturbing and yet revelatory phone conversation of her life, and it lasted all of fifteen minutes. Mei had been blunt but friendly, even casual, when she summed up Sarah's state of affairs and the feelings swirling around inside her. It felt to Sarah as though she were transparent, Mei Chun watching the conflicts within her like she was a see-through anatomical model in med-school, her organs plastic chunks set together like a 3D puzzle.

"You're lonely," Mei Chun had said with obvious sympathy.

'No shit,' she thought with a bit of anger.

"Life's wearing on and you're not gonna have what you deserve."

'You're slobbering all over what I deserve,' she wanted to say. 'Getting pinned to the mattress and screaming his name.'

Patiently and with ruthless precision, Mei Chun went on to basically tear her life apart and show her each ghastly piece like it was her internal organs held up for her inspection. She had almost cried sitting there in her office clutching her cell phone with white fingers but for some reason she let her continue.

"You're never gonna be a momma and soon it's gonna be too late."

She nearly hung up on her at that point. It was too painful, too true and too intimate a conversation to have with her. But just as she was about to disconnect, Mei Chun said, "... Unless ..."

She listened with hardly a word as Mei Chun described her plan. It was stupid, debasing and a three-year-old would see it coming a mile away, but by the time she ended the call with the words, "I really wanna help, Sarah," she knew it was really her only hope.

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Philip awoke, bathed in a warm radiance as the sun lit the wall of glass block. He lay reviewing the work for his clients still remaining from last night and, figuring he took care of what was most pressing, planned out the day's program.

Mei was up a few minutes later and scolded him for not sleeping with them, saying she didn't want another night without him in her bed. As she made him coffee, Ai bounded out of the bedroom as chipper as the sunshine, eager to get going with the day. "Cappuccino, Ai honey?" she asked, "I've got the hang of this machine now and froth like a pro."

"Super... what's for breakfast? Can I make it?"

"Get out some eggs and I'll make French toast," Philip said, walking to the counter where Mei set down his cup and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Nah, I got it," Ai said, leaned over for her own kiss then scurried around getting out eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, and half 'n half. "Any peaches, Philip?" she asked with her head in the fridge, knowing with absolute certainty the glow in the smile he would have on his face.

"Peaches..." he droned as though hypnotized by the word. "Fucking sweet, sloppy..."

"Warm, wet..."

"Firm, fuckable peaches."

"What's with peaches?" Mei asked, sensing an inside joke.

"He did me on the couch after he took you to bed and showed me how much he loved pink."

"Ah... pussy pink peaches. Got it. Told you he couldn't resist you in pink," Mei said. "Pink makes guys horny."

"I thought it made girls feel girly."

"Duh, because it makes guys horny. I mean, hello!? What could make a girl feel sexy more than making a guy horny?"

He couldn't fault Mei's logic then looked at Ai. She nodded her head in silent confirmation that Mei was speaking the truth.

"Am I that dense?"

She kept nodding her head and gave him a mock pout. "But don't worry. All will be clear."

"Stage three, right?"

"Yep. Where's the flour?"

He pointed to the oven, "It's to the right, but you're making French toast."

"Yeah, you'll see." She whisked together the custard and to his shock, added two tablespoons of flour, slowly so it wouldn't clump.

"I've never seen that," he said.

"It makes it a bit more crisp, like a batter rather than just an egg wash."

Ai donned an apron so she wouldn't get splattering butter on the skin not covered by her tiny t-shirt and boy short panties, thinking how Mei and she would have to get little costumes for around the house.

"Mei?"

She turned while setting out two plates.

Philip's mind recalled last night. "I love you naked but I want you to feel free to wear clothes if you want."

She looked at Ai and felt momentary self-doubt.

"If it would make you more comfortable," he added.

"Or she could just go nude too."

Ai didn't want to be naked all the time. She couldn't compete with Mei's tits and she knew clothes were an irreplaceable tool that she'd need to keep his interest up. "C'mon Mei Chun, think how hot little maid costumes would be!"

Mei's eyes brightened dramatically, "And Catholic girl!"

"And belly dancer."

"And slave girl, and..."

"Girl cop!"

"Nurse!" Mei grabbed her phone.

"And..."

"Don't go crazy," he said. "Come to think of it, naked is fine."

"... desert princess!"

Ai slid the first slice on the plate before Philip, whose brain was struggling to keep up with the images that lurched to and fro before his mind's eye. "And boxer," he said.

Mei and Ai froze.

"You know," he paused for half a moment, "like, pony tail, gym shorts, tight sports bra, with lipstick and ..."

"Oh my," Mei said, seeing the potential in an outfit like that and feeling the helplessness of big, thick gloves that wouldn't let her grasp anything.

"Big stripes of black makeup under our eyes?" Ai said.

"Yeah."

"Sucking your dick like it was our reward for beating the crap out of you?"

He hadn't thought of that unlikely outcome but the gleam in Ai's eyes and the suggestive smirk on her pretty little lips made him realize that victory of one kind or another was guaranteed.

Of course it was the contrast that piqued his interest in a boxer-girl getup. The fact that feminine Ai donned heavy work pants, a denim shirt and leather apron when welding stiffened his cock like seeing Mei in chains, so he figured the waifish teenager in a boxing outfit would surely do the same. And didn't someone just say Catholic school uniform? Tawdry little slut fit Mei like a red dress at a movie premiere.

"Like the idea, Ai?"

"Love it. Especially the idea of your sperm as the prize."

She saw he didn't know how to react to her stony expression so let him gel for a moment then winked and licked her lips. "How's the breakfast?"

"Delicious. No doubt better with peaches."

"You'll have all the peach you can eat."

It was, he decided, fantastic French toast, yet another reason to be impressed with her.

Despite her best effort, Mei found she tasted a tinge of jealousy in the, admittedly spectacular flavor. "Philip?" she asked.

"Yes, Mei?"

"What are you going to do when we get jealous?"

Ai looked at her and felt somewhat guilty. She was showing off a bit. "Forgive me, jiějiě. I shouldn't take pride in my French toast."

"No honey, don't worry. It's my insecurity, I just want to know what to do when I find out you give better head than I do."

"One thing you won't have to worry about, Mei," Philip said. "Jealousy comes from a lack of self-confidence. Maybe that's why the idea of you..." he let the idea of her having sex with Dr. K go unspoken.

"You have more self-confidence than any man I've met," Mei said. Ai nodded her head in agreement.

"Jiějiě, how do you think I feel about those tits?"