by Jesse Jordan
“No,” Su Lin says teasingly behind me. “I’m preparing your snack, now be patient! Before I go Chinese housewife on you!”
I laugh softly at her joke. “Su Lin, you’re many things, but you’re no stereotypical Chinese housewife.”
“That’s just because you won’t give me control of all your money yet. Once I get that, look out! I’ll have you on a daily allowance and harp on you about your drinking!” she jokes back. “Now shhh!”
I wait another few minutes, shifting around on the couch some as time drags out. Finally, I hear Su Lin walking back towards the couch, and I grin in anticipation. “Almost?”
“Almost,” she says, and I swear her voice sound different, not amused but something else. “Okay, open your eyes.”
What appears before me when I open my eyes makes me blink I’m so shocked. Instead of food, Su Lin’s standing in front of me in the sexiest set of ‘trashy’ lingerie I’ve ever seen. Wispy nylon panties are split in the middle as she bends down, showing me the pink lips of her pussy and leans back. Her breasts are barely hidden behind tissue thin panels, and her almond brown nipples are already stiff. I blink, sure I must have fallen asleep as she smiles and lays back. “What-?”
“I thought you’d want a nice, sweet snack,” Su Lin says, taking her right hand from behind her back and bringing out a can of spray whipped cream. She uncaps it and squirts a little on her right nipple through her bra before spraying more over the already moist lips of her pussy. “See anything you’d like to eat?”
I quickly slide off the couch, pushing her legs up and kissing the inside of her thighs. “You’re damn right I do.”
The sight of Su Lin’s spread open pussy, a halo of spray whipped cream around her hairless slit is the most delicious thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. She reaches down, running her hand through my hair and I look up, smiling. “My husband enjoys what he’s seeing.”
“Well, you know what they say. Half of eating is done with your eyes.”
“And the other half is done with your tongue,” Su Lin teases, swirling her hips. “Or do you need more encouragement?”
I hardly do, and lower my head, keeping my eyes on her as I drag my tongue over the soft lips of her pussy, the sweetness of the cream only enhancing the natural sweetness of her body. To think, less than two months ago she was practically a virgin, and now I get to taste this beautiful flower under my lips. I dip my tongue deeply, drawing more of her nectar into my mouth and gorging myself.
“Yes Rick… oh fuck…,” Su Lin murmurs, her beautiful green eyes widening as I stroke and lick her pussy deeply before pulling back and nibbling on her clit. She doesn’t know but the way her clit hardens for me is just what I’ve always searched for, not too big, not too small, but when she’s aroused it’s so easy to see and so responsive to the fluttering tip of my tongue.
I give all my attention to Su Lin, focusing on giving her as much pleasure as I can in this encounter. I know that so much of our sex has been for one reason and one reason only, and while we’re certainly going to end the same way tonight, I want her to enjoy it too… so I nibble on her clit, sucking and teasing it until her ass lifts off the bed and I cup her cheeks, pulling her to my hungry mouth until she cries out, covering my face with her juices as she comes all over my face.
“Mmmm, delicious,” I say in appreciation as I pull back, my face glistening and my lips twitching up in a big smile. “Do you want some?”
“I want your cock,” Su Lin purrs. “I know you enjoy that too.”
I smile, getting to my knees so I can undo my pants. While I do Su Lin takes off her bra, leaving the crotchless panties on and making it all the more hot as she lays back, running her hands down the backs of her thighs. Keeping her legs straight, she almost folds herself in half until she’s gripping her ankles in a position that would make some dedicated gymnasts hiss in pain. For her though it frames her upper body perfectly, the long V of her legs narrowing down to her pussy while her breasts are pushed together and up for my hands while her face, with her innocent lips and naughty eyes gleam surrounded by a cascade of dark brown hair. My cock twitches, throbbing with desire to be inside her and I line myself up, we’ve had sex so many times that I don’t even need to wonder if I’m in the right place.
Pushing into Su Lin is like sinking my cock into a warm, tight wet blanket of comfort and stimulation. Her pussy grips my throbbing, veiny shaft as I clench my stomach and ass, making them rock hard simply because I know she likes the way I look when I do it. Instead of taking her hard though, I slow down, relishing every second I can drag this out, filling her up completely and utterly as I bend down to kiss her velvety lips.
“Perfection,” I tell her as our hips settle into each other. I pull back slowly, stroking her hair when I pause at the top before pushing back in again. Su Lin moans, letting go of her ankles to stroke her fingers down my neck, kissing me tenderly as we fall into a gentle rhythm, not rushing but taking our time. Each stroke of my cock sends chills up my spine as her pussy grips me, our bodies moving in a harmony that feels… it feels like it’s more than just sex.
“Rick…,” Su Lin moans around our kiss as my hips speed up and I add a swirl at the end, grinding lightly against her clit. “Yes… you make me feel so good….”
“You make me feel like nobody else,” I gasp, burying my face in the curve of her neck and shoulder as our bodies take over. Faster and faster we go, our hips smacking together as I pump my cock deep into her, my ass flexing to give her that much more with every stroke. I commit myself totally to giving Su Lin everything she can ever want, and she gives it back to me.
I want it to last for hours, to last the rest of my life if I can, but neither of us can last long. Instead, as her fingers tighten on my neck and shoulders and I feel the scratch of her fingernails against my skin I let myself go totally, driving my cock fast and hard into her, the sensations shooting up to explode in my brain and making my cock swell. My balls grow tight and in moments I’m shooting deep inside her, her cries of pleasure telling me that I’m not the only one enjoying this instant of utter release. I’m glad, and hold her close, wanting to stay inside her as my heart hammers in my chest and I fight back the fear inside me for just a little bit.
“Thank you for a wonderful night out,” Su Lin says softly, yawning. “But I’m exhausted.”
“That’s okay,” I reply, kissing her cheek. Considering that after our first round she decided to give me a ‘second course’ where she peeled a banana and then sort of forgot which banana she wanted to suck… I totally understand. And that was before a wonderful dinner and evening out. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I go into my bedroom, shrugging off my suit and changing into my sleep shorts before laying down. Closing my eyes, I think about the past evening. Sure, my day started off terribly, and I’m still worried about Harvey and his bullshit. But at the same time, from the moment I stepped back into the penthouse until this instant, I’ve had a great day. Sex with Su Lin was playful, it was fun… and it felt like a lot more than just trying to breed her flawless body. Actually, I take it back, she does have a tiny mole on her left breast about two inches above her nipple… so only damn near flawless.
I roll over, wanting to have something else. I think about it, and realize that I want Su Lin with me. It was more than just the fantastic, playful, amazing sex this afternoon. It was going out to dinner, enjoying the fantastic food (not Chinese, that’s tomorrow), and even better conversation. For the first time in a long time, I spent a whole day with a single person and enjoyed it. There wasn’t a single boring moment all afternoon.
“Face it, you wish she was in bed with you,” I murmur to myself, sitting up in bed. I look towards my bedroom door and get up, walking over. I could go over to her room, ask her to join me. Hell, I could join her in her room, it’s not like it doesn’t have a king sized bed as well.
My hand goes out, resting on the door handle for a l
ong moment before falling back. “No,” I murmur to myself, shaking my head and turning around. I head into the bathroom and try to piss, utterly failing but still making the effort. Washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror, sighing. “Face it, you might have had fun, but there’s no way she’d want to spend the night with you. It’s just a business arrangement, that’s it.”
I don’t want it to be, though. That night we spent at the hotel when we went to Disneyland, there was only one bed, and it was amazing. And after today… I sag my head, drying my hands and going back to bed. Just a business arrangement, a way to produce an heir for me, and a way for her to have a better life for her.
That’s all it can ever be.
Because if it becomes more… it’ll hurt to goddamn much. For both of us.
Su Lin
“You want to do what?” Freida asks me as I finish applying my eyeliner.
“I want to learn about the society pages,” I repeat, capping my makeup and putting it away. “Rick said he wanted to spend the morning talking with a friend up at NYU, something about his research, and I wanted to spend the time learning about Rick’s past, about the minefield of rich people culture in America.”
Freida crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head. “You know that about half of what’s in the gossip pages is bullshit, right?”
“I’m sure. But if America’s anything like China, only half of what goes on is ever printed in the gossip pages as well. Considering the bar I worked at, I’d say less than a quarter of the rich’s dirty laundry ever sees the light of day.”
Freida laughs, nodding. “China, USA, it doesn’t matter. Celebrity gossip pretty much rules, and is a web of lies and half truths. Okay… I can’t fill you in on everything, but I’ll tell you as much as I can so that you can understand Rick’s part in the whole dance better. Where?”
“How about we take a walk through Central Park?” I ask, crossing my bedroom to look out the window. “It’s world famous, and I would enjoy not just sitting inside all morning.”
“Sounds great,” Freida says. “Gimmie five minutes to change for going out.”
We enter the park twenty minutes later, after stopping at a coffee shop named Central Perks, which Freida states is a miracle that they haven’t been sued. “Why’s that?”
“Trademark infringement,” Freida says, sipping her huge latte. “NBC still makes a ton of money off of Friends reruns.”
“Yes but… never mind. Again, another difference between our cultures,” I comment, sipping my own triple espresso. “You know, with this much caffeine we’re sure to be twitching by lunch.”
“Nah, I never have a problem with caffeine,” Freida says as she takes another sip. “Part of working for Rick. I’ve gotten so used to working fucked up hours that my body clock is permanently set on ‘what the fuck ever.’”
I laugh, glad to see more of this side of Freida. She can still be very well put together, not quite arrogant but just reserved. With our growing relationship though, I’ve come to realize I like this woman, and count her as a friend. “Excuse me, Freida?”
“Yes, Su Lin?” she asks. The light changes, and we carefully cross the street. I’ve come to recognize that drivers in New York treat traffic lights a lot like drivers in Beijing. Recommendations only.
“Would you mind… well, would you mind if I called you my friend?” I ask, slightly nervous. “I mean, I know it’s not required for what our relationship will end up being once I have a child and Rick is… well, you know, but-”
“But I’d like that very much,” Freida says, smiling. “It’s not easy making friends with the job I have. Most of the other house staff see me as half boss, half harbinger of doom.”
“What do you mean?”
Freida smiles sadly. “While Rick doesn’t like firing house staff, it has to happen sometimes. Rick’s not afraid to do it, but usually I end up doing it while Rick’s still willing to give them another chance. Growing up the way he did, Rick’s big on giving second chances to his staff. So sometimes, I’ve smoothed the rough patches for Rick when he’s busy being a genius. It’s… it’ll be nice having a friend.”
“Especially since you can’t fire me,” I joke, and Freida laughs. “So, fill me in.”
“Before I do, let me ask you… why?” Freida says. “I mean, it won’t really effect your life if you don’t want it to.”
“No, but right now it effects Rick’s,” I reply. “I’d like to be the best wife I can for him, and not just… well, you know.”
Just then, a guy on a skateboard goes rolling by, bumping into Freida’s shoulder. He tosses an apology back over his shoulder as I yell at him, shaking my fist and cursing loudly in Mandarin, but he doesn’t stop. “Get back here you fucker and apologize!”
“I’m okay, he didn’t even knock me down,” Freida says, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Hint, there’s a rule in New York. Don’t start shit if you don’t want shit.”
“Yeah well, he hit my friend, and didn’t apologize. I could handle him,” I growl, turning around and seeing that Freida is, in fact, okay. She didn’t even drop her coffee. “All the extra wushu practice means I can kick a little ass.”
“You have a little ass,” Freida says before stopping, shocked. She blushes, then laughs. “Okay, it’s official. We’re friends. I can’t say shit like that about my boss’ wife.”
“Only if I get to insult you back, in private,” I return. “And thank you for letting me see this side of you.”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Freida says as we start walking again. “Why are you really doing this? I mean, I know you had some struggles at first, but Rick seems to be doing better, and… well, you seem satisfied.”
I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, and I nod. “I am… Rick’s a tremendous lover. I was worried, actually. I read during the day I had between accepting Rick’s deal and leaving with him that frequent sex could get… difficult for a woman. That things get… how shall I put it?”
“A little worn down?” Freida asks, chuckling. “Remember Su Lin, I’m always worn down. Oh, the nerves down there work just fine and I can climax, but I don’t quite get as lubricated as some women. So when I do have time for a lover, I have to always use… assistance.”
“Me too, from time to time,” I admit. “At least, before I met Rick I did. I mean… okay, Rick knows, but I only had one man before him. And that guy wasn’t very good. But with Rick… I’m never needing assistance.”
Freida gives me a jealous look for a moment, and I’m reminded that despite her protestations to the opposite, she probably has looked at Rick in a sexual manner from time to time. I don’t feel angry or upset at her though, she knows her place and has never shown any sign of wanting to cross the line she’s drawn in her relationship with Rick. Still, I can understand her jealousy. “How long has it been for you?”
“Since when?” Freida asks.
“Since you last had a lover,” I reply, making Freida spit out a little bit of coffee. “What? You can’t be a mystery to me forever.”
“No, no you’re right,” Freida admits, checking that there’s no coffee on her shirt. “I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s been longer than I’d like to admit, honestly. Between most men seeing me as just a fuck toy as soon as they find out I can’t get pregnant and my duties for Rick and now you, I don’t have a great social life.”
“I’m sorry,” I say honestly. “I do hope once I am pregnant that you will be able to have a bit more social time.”
“Dealing with Harvey and his bullshit’s going to be a full time job,” Freida says with a mirthless chuckle. “Trust me, it’ll probably take both of us to deal with his scheming.”
“Start with Harvey then,” I say. I see a bench, and nearby is a basketball playground filled with young men playing ball. “Here, we can sit and you can get some eye candy while you tell me.”
We take a seat, watching as the young New York men play basketball. As I watch
, quickly getting the point of ‘shirts and skins,’ I find myself studying each of the men as they remove their shirts. While more than a few are impressive, I can’t find a single one that I think is more handsome than Rick. None of them have the same balance of muscularity, flow of body, and facial perfection that leaves me breathless every time Rick looks at me with desire in his eyes.
I bite my lip, distracted to the point that Freida has to jostle me with her elbow. “Hey… I thought the eye candy was for me.”
I laugh, finishing off my coffee. “Sorry, I was just watching them and thinking… well, I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I think I have the best looking husband in New York City.”
“I’d agree with that,” Freida replies with a chuckle. “Anyway, about Harvey and his various connections. Harvey’s wife is cousins with the Pratts, who are a family….”
I force myself to listen intently, knowing that every piece of information that Freida shares with me could some day be important to my interactions with Rick, and in protecting him and our position within the world.
I won’t fail, and I won’t fail him again.
Rick
I’m so close to the breakthrough that I’ve been searching for, I know I’m just one or two steps away from getting through this bottleneck that’s stopping me.
But what a bottleneck. I know it seems like magic, harnessing the sun in the manner I’m looking to do. Flexible, inexpensive, and more efficient than anything on the market right now, if I can get this to work…
I can’t even begin to count the benefits to all of humanity. With cheap, plentiful electricity that can be produced anywhere there’s sun, global warming can be reversed. Electric cars can be made available for everyone… hell, they can refuel themselves with panels on their roofs that charge the battery while the owner’s not driving. Combined with Panther technology, and electric aircraft could become a viable alternative to jets for all but the heaviest lifters and the military.
