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CHAPTER 23 – PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG WOMAN
I called Nguyet a few days later and asked how she and her dad were doing. Apparently, there weren’t any problems with her pregnancy and her dad was already out of the hospital, so we could see each other later that week. I couldn’t wait to watch Nguyet portray Tuyet naked. Nguyet drawing my dick last November was possibly my favorite sensual encounter of all time.
I picked up Tuyet close to her house the next Saturday. On the way to Nguyet, we stopped at a bakery. Tuyet was wearing a dark-blue skirt with polka dots, which was probably made from the same material as the shorts she had worn on our last date. Her blouse was cream-colored but the material was so thin that I could see her bra. Waiting at the bakery, I asked who actually tailored her clothes, as I had always been curious about that.
“An older woman in our street, Mrs. Binh,” she replied. “She makes all of the girls’ and women’s clothes in our family. And her husband tailors the pants and shirts for my dad and my little brother,” she added.
“Nguyet’s mother also tailors. I find it beautiful that you and Nguyet wear original clothes, that you dress thoughtfully. I love it when women wear dresses and skirts. Do your parents insist that you wear dresses or skirts?”
Before Tuyet could reply, it was our turn to pick what we wanted here at the bakery. When we got our bag, we stepped outside and I lit a cigarette, as I couldn’t smoke at Nguyet’s place. We were still in good shape, time-wise. As I was smoking, she answered my question:
“I can wear whatever I want. I guess my parents would say something if I looked somewhat scruffy. But I wouldn’t wanna leave the house anyway if I didn’t look good,” she assured me. “Dresses are so much better in this heat anyway, believe me,” she smiled. “And I’m just too skinny for jeans. I either have spider legs or they look baggy.”
“I’ve only seen you wear jeans once,” I told her.
She frowned briefly: “I don’t think I’ve ever worn jeans when I met you. Oh, hang on, now I remember: on the train to Da Nang,” she laughed. “Yeah, these were my sister’s. I don’t wanna wear anything nice on the train, as the seats are sometimes dirty.”
“Anyway, you’re beautiful, no matter what you are wearing,” I insisted. “I just love it that many women here wear dresses and skirts. That’s all. You don’t see that anymore in the States or in Europe.”
“Ok, I understand. But, speaking of beautiful women: let’s go to Nguyet!” Tuyet insisted.
When we got to her apartment, we just went upstairs and knocked on the door. Today, she was in, and, yes, she did look rounder again. Her belly was rather substantial, just as it was supposed to be. Tuyet was beaming and kissed Nguyet on the mouth right after we got inside the apartment. The two of them looked like they were in love with each other.
Nguyet was wearing a loose, lime-green outfit. The shirt was pretty long, and her shorts went down to her knees. She wasn’t wearing a bra; we could see her large, brown nipples under her shirt. She, naturally, was leaning back a little as she was walking, like any pregnant woman.
To have sex with a pregnant woman had never been on my bucket list, and I had never fantasized about it, but today was different. I couldn’t wait to caress and pleasure Nguyet together with Tuyet. This was our last chance to have sex for a long time, possibly forever, if she really moved to Saigon.
Tuyet was looking around the apartment now.
“For how long has Nguyet been living here?” she asked.
“Since November. While she was drawing my erect dick here—when I was visiting for the first time—I conceived the idea of Nguyet doing a portrait of you, too,” I told her.
“How many times have you been here?” she asked now.
“Maybe five or six times. Not too often.”
I put the pie in the fridge in the kitchen, and Nguyet handed me some bowls and chopsticks to set the table. I did so, and Tuyet came over.
“Nguyet and you, you went to hotels first and then you met here, once she had moved?”
“Well, in the beginning, we were at her house pretty often, actually. Her mother found out about us but didn’t want Nguyet to run around like an outlaw, going to cheap hotels. So, she said we could meet at their house. But, yes, once in a while, we went to small hotels, regardless. We also went to Thuy’s house twice,” I laughed, as I had fond memories of those frivolous two trips.
“So, her mother was fine with her having an affair?” asked Tuyet.
“Well, she didn’t want people to see us. So, I drove to their house for lunch sometimes, and then Nguyet and I went upstairs for an hour or so. Later, Nguyet’s mother changed her mind, partially because we went to hotels anyway, I guess. Once, her mother actually caught Nguyet wanting to leave the house with no underwear, so she ended up demanding that Nguyet break up with me.”
“And then you just kept going to hotels?”
“Yeah, that, or we went to her house when her mother wasn’t there,” I admitted.
“Do you think that Nguyet’s beşiktaş escort mother was hoping that she could get laid, too?”
One side of me wanted to explode with laughter, but Tuyet sounded kind of serious. Well, that was an interesting question, but we would have to ask Nguyet about that, who appeared just in time with the food. After we had sat down to eat, we all filled our bowls with rice, vegetables, and fish. But Tuyet’ question was too good to ignore.
“Hey, Nguyet, Tuyet’s asking if your mother wanted to get laid, too,” I passed on the question.
Nguyet choked a little on her food, coughed, cleared her throat, and said, blushing: “I’ve never thought about that. I doubt it. Why?” she asked Tuyet.
“Well, Ben makes my mother hot,” she chortled.
I wasn’t entirely sure if we really needed to open that topic again. I wouldn’t have brought it up, but if Tuyet wanted to discuss the incident with her mother again, fine. It was definitely in sync with her adventurous personality that she wanted to share this outrageous episode with Nguyet.
“How do you know that your mother thinks Ben is hot? Has she told you?” Nguyet wanted to know.
“No, but she threw herself at him like a slut when he was at our house four weeks ago,” she told Nguyet.
“Oh,” Nguyet was astonished. “What did she do?”
“Well, she first lied down on my bed with no panties under her dress, then proceeded to surreptitiously show him her hairy butt crack, and finally she sent me to pick up my younger siblings.”
I was imagining Nguyet’s mother doing that but didn’t say anything. Nguyet perhaps had the same thought, though, as she said gravely: “My mother would never have done that. I can’t imagine.”
“Well, your mother, Nguyet, is at least ten years older than Tuyet’s.”
“I know. But what happened then?” Nguyet was curious to know.
“Ben, do you wanna tell her, or do you want me to do it?” Tuyet asked.
“You started it, you might as well finish it,” I only said, as I wanted to enjoy my food in peace. I liked that story but it was nothing of which I was immensely proud.
“Ben fucked her, of course,” Tuyet blurted out.
“Holy mackerel!” was all Nguyet could say. She seemed somewhat frightened.
“Yeah, but, Tuyet, you need to tell Nguyet why she did what she did and why I didn’t walk away.”
“Well, Ben’s theory is that if he hadn’t banged her, my mother would have told my dad and perhaps other people that we’re having an affair. So, he fucked my mother to prevent her from spilling the beans about our affair.”
“Well, that’s a possibility,” Nguyet concurred, chewing on her food.
At least, Nguyet had my back, and I loved her for that.
“I still believe that your mother wanted to drive a wedge between us,” I defended myself further. “So that you would break up with me,” I reiterated my point.
“Well, it looks like you’re still together,” Nguyet only said dryly. “Yeah, Tuyet, you must have been cross but if you stopped seeing Ben, you’d hurt even more.”
“I know. That’s why I met you again after a week,” Tuyet surmised, looking at me. “But yeah, I was royally pissed, believe me.”
“You know you can’t let your mother win this. Just imagine her prancing around your house,” I chimed in.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Both of you. And I did meet you again, didn’t I?” Tuyet said slightly miffed.
“Would you have fucked my mother?” Nguyet asked now.
I started to like her dry humor. Or was she serious?
“Jesus!” I said exasperatedly. “Can we stop this? No, I wouldn’t have fucked your mom, Nguyet. No offense, but she isn’t that attractive, and she’s older than me. I would admit it but that’s a ‘no’.”
“How did your mother find out that you were having an affair, Nguyet? Did she catch Ben at your house?”
“Ha! That story is too beautiful. Nguyet, you gotta tell it!” I demanded, laughing.
“Well, she found a pair of soaked panties in the hamper and asked me if I was sick ‘down there’. Like Ben’s cum was some sort of discharge. She also wondered why there had been two bedsheets drying in the backyard when she got back from her trip after the first time Ben and I did it. And I didn’t answer the phone for the whole afternoon when we were at the hotel. I’m sure your mother would get suspicious too, wouldn’t she?” Nguyet asked Tuyet.
“Yeah, my mother used to text me when I was hanging out with friends to come home and do chores, mopping and sweeping and stuff, which drove me insane,” she remembered.
Tired of that talk about mothers, I just changed the topic abruptly and asked the most important question: “Hey, Nguyet, are you moving to Saigon, or are you staying?”
“I’m staying. On the whole, it’s really …”
The rest of what she wanted to say was swallowed by Tuyet and me cheering. We high-fived each other and hugged Nguyet. After the noise had subsided, Nguyet said that her moving to Saigon would have completely devasted her parents and cut all ties with them, which she wasn’t prepared bayrampaşa escort to do. And it was unnecessary, too. Her parents, especially her mother, would be of great help soon and even more so once the child was born.
After this was settled, we cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. The two women did the washing up, chattering away in Vietnamese. I didn’t know what they were talking about? Mothers? Soaked Panties? Pregnancy? Babies? Me?
I went back to the living room and sat down in the low armchair I had sat in a few times before, the last time when Nguyet had blown me while I had been reading from her diary. When the two of them were done with the dishes, they came over and were now standing in front of me. In their idiosyncratic ways, they both looked absolutely ravishing.
“Do you want Nguyet to draw you, Tuyet?” I asked.
“Or we fuck a little first?” countered Tuyet.
“The drawing could be a nice foreplay,” I suggested.
“I’m already pretty horny,” Nguyet admitted.
“Can you do a quick little sketch at least? I like the idea of a foreplay. Believe me, that’ll transition into sex perfectly. Trust me, if we fuck first, we’ll be exhausted, and then no one will want to do anything. I think we also need a little tension for the drawing, don’t we?”
“Well, ok then,” Nguyet nodded and got a pad and some pencils.
I moved the chair in the middle of the room, and Tuyet sat down.
“What kind of portrait do you want?” Tuyet asked.
“Well, that’s up to you; you’re being portrayed. But I’d go for something erotic, not blatantly sexual: like you open your blouse and pull down your bra on one side, so that one nipple is exposed? We could also do several levels of eroticism. The one I just mentioned and then one where you show your pussy under your skirt, perhaps with one leg up on the chair? Or a naked portrait on the bed with your legs spread?”
“Hey, I’m not going to draw a whole flicker-book now,” Nguyet protested. “That’s too much. We need to settle on one drawing. Remember, I’m pretty horny. We’ll do the one in the middle: one leg up without panties and one breast exposed.”
“Or Tuyet takes off her bra but puts her blouse back on but leaves it open? I’d find that beautiful. And, yes, one leg up on the chair, with her pussy showing a little.”
As Tuyet was taking off her panties and bra, Nguyet told us that she’d make a good sketch and then ‘draw it out’ later when we’re gone. That way, we’d save some time. ‘Drawing out’ probably meant that she would look at it again and re-do some portions or highlight certain parts. Fine.
Now, Tuyet was sitting on the chair with her legs spread and her skirt up in her lap, which was hot but not erotic. It was too much in our face, I thought. Nguyet was still preparing the paper, so I asked Tuyet to put one leg up on the chair and put her arm on her knee, kinda like she had done at one point at the café.
“Well, Nguyet, what do you think?”
“Her pussy is in the dark now, so, Tuyet, can you turn a little towards the light? Ok, that’s better.”
Nguyet got up again and rearranged Tuyet’s blouse, so that the folds were together a little more, like an unused curtain bundled together next to a window, and one of her breasts was partially hidden but still exposed. Tuyet’s breast was the size of a tangerine and looked absolutely delicious. I got horny immediately, but I had to wait, so I just sat down.
Yes, that was it: One breast was hidden behind her knee and her blouse, while the other side of her chest was partly exposed.
“Hold you skirt on your knee as well. I think that would be better. What do you think, Nguyet?”
“Yeah, that’s great,” she said and started drawing.
I looked at Tuyet and held up my thumb questioningly. She nodded, and one of the most erotic hours of our lives began. I was mesmerized, thinking of all the beautiful hours we had had together and what we would do after the drawing would be done.
The pose I had maneuvered Tuyet into I had gotten from an old postcard I had once seen at a small museum for photography or an art gallery in New York City, near Central Park. That must have been in 1996. What I loved about that pose was that it, again, combined the natural and the cultural or cultivated side of Tuyet (or any woman). Her face and her clothes stood for the latter, while what we could see peeking from the blouse and under her skirt was her natural side. Both sides together at once—if they are well developed—was the hottest and most endearing sight.
Nguyet got up again and did something to Tuyet’s clothes. Otherwise, the room was completely still. If we had talked, Tuyet would have move slightly. I asked Nguyet if she would mind if I stood behind her but she didn’t want me to come over. Not now. Not yet. I could see a little bit, however, of what she was doing.
The shape of the sitting young woman was already finished. Now, Nguyet was doing the clothes. Apparently, the face would come later. She was calm and full of escort avcılar concentration, just like I had often experienced her at work. I felt like taking my dick out and stroking it but, of course, I didn’t.
Tuyet’s small breast in the semi-shade was incredibly beautiful. Barely noticeably, it moved up and down. Her pussy lips were still fully closed. I asked Nguyet, if Tuyet shouldn’t open them slightly, but the artist only responded that if Tuyet’s pussy decides to open itself, so be it, but we shouldn’t tinker with it. It was Tuyet’s pussy’s decision how much it wanted to reveal of itself. It was destiny.
Now, Nguyet was working on Tuyet’s face. Tuyet didn’t have clearly defined eyebrows, and her ears were relatively large. Her cheekbones weren’t as pronounced as Nguyet’s and neither was her mouth. Tuyet had perfect teeth, on the other hand—not commercial perfect but with that pleasant, natural ivory tinge.
I could have been wrong here but I thought Nguyet was heaving already, breathing somewhat heavily. Perhaps that was just because she was pregnant or, because she was aroused. I wanted to touch her, but right now I obviously couldn’t. Tuyet looked pretty serious too, like she was mulling over some problem or thinking about our next moves.
Just as I was thinking about what could happen next, Nguyet stopped drawing and said she wasn’t able to hold back any longer. The sketch was sort of done, and so we all got up and met in the middle of the three chairs we had been sitting on. I ogled Nguyet’s large breasts, while Tuyet was looking at the drawing. She smiled as she was holding her blouse closed with one hand. I moved behind the two ladies and put my arms around their waists.
I kissed Nguyet’s hair and praised her work. Not only because I loved both women, but because it was really done in an exceptionally thorough and precise way. Apart from the modern clothes, it could have done by Leonardo. I wouldn’t have been able to tell. Tuyet’s blouse, for instance, was drawn translucent, and Tuyet looked like she was alive, breathing. Her marvelous small breast seemed to be moving up and down, even here on the paper.
Other things were moving too, like my dick. I opened my pants and took them off, together with my underwear. Nguyet looked down and grabbed my dick immediately. We kissed, while I began to massage her large tits through her garment. As Tuyet was doing the same now, I reached for her one little breast before I found the other and massaged them both. Our lust came over us like an avalanche. Tuyet took off her skirt, and Nguyet instantly reached for her pussy. My dick was pointing into the room, ready for whatever action the ladies would request, but when Nguyet removed her shirt and exposed the most sensational pair of breasts, my dick became temporarily irrelevant.
Tuyet reached for Nguyet’s tits and kissed and massaged them thoroughly, like she had waited her whole life for that moment. I was fascinated too, but I wanted Tuyet to have her go first. Nguyet pulled down her pants and panties, sat down on the bed and let herself fall backwards. Her belly protruded up in the air and both, Tuyet and I, couldn’t hold back. We rubbed, stroked, caressed, and kissed that hemisphere enchantedly. I licked Nguyet’s bellybutton, which was kinda pointy, before Tuyet and I kissed profusely over Nguyet’s orb.
Completely absentminded, we kept kissing and caressing Nguyet’s body, which was warm and soft. Nguyet had her eyes closed and was already moaning. I reached for the blanket here on the bed, folded it, and kneeled on it in front of the bed. Tuyet joined me between Nguyet’s legs, and we saw the most beautiful sight to behold: the center of the universe.
I kissed Tuyet’s earlobes and motioned to my right, where Nguyet’s vermillion vertical eye was greeting us. Her pussy was alive and welcomed us in. I had never seen Tuyet, or any woman, so eager to dive into a pussy. It was insane. I couldn’t see anything, as Tuyet was blocking the view, but I let her work off some steam. Tuyet was sucking, biting, licking, and kissing, and I simply decided to caress her back, ass, and pussy in the meantime. I let my fingers run across the small landscape of Tuyet’s back, traveled under her belly and back up again.
Tuyet was already out of breath, like she had forgotten to inhale while she was in Nguyet’s treasure. She gasped like a carp, and when she looked at me, she had a pussy juice moustache. How delightful! She was breathing through her teeth, sniffling and panting.
“Do you wanna have a go?” she asked me.
“Of course. Come on, we’ll do it together!”
We both leaned towards Nguyet’s pussy, and I opened her lips with my fingers. The inside was frolicking, trying to get out. We stared at Nguyet’s flesh as it was moving, and then I let my finger flicker over her clit. Nguyet moaned like she was going insane, and if she hadn’t been so far gone already, we could have played ‘Who touched my pussy? Tuyet or Ben?’
It was not the time for being silly, however. Tuyet reached for my dick and forced it closer to Nguyet’s pussy entry. I pulled our pregnant friend closer to the edge of the bed, remembering that sperm could cause contractions. I didn’t care, however, and went in between her wet lips. Tuyet pushed my dick further in, and then lifted herself over Nguyet’s protruding belly, kissing her face.