Getting Creative

For the rest of the session, after the gals leave, Terry was pissed off at me for the embarrassment of having his secret crush cheering him on during batting practice, though behind the scowl a grin continually threatened to bloom. The anger was a smoke screen to hide his wounded ego at having been put on the spot in front of Marigold while also revealing his interest in her in front of everybody else. Had he not sent that ball past the fence I think I might have actually been in trouble. But, as it turned out, the spotlight had brought out his best. Though he wouldn’t admit it I knew he couldn’t have been more thrilled to have hit that homer with Marigold watching on.

His faux anger had finally abated by the time we were walking home and the way he talked about the practice and laughed so freely told me that my stunt had only made our new friendship even closer. When he peels off to head home we bump fists and he wishes me luck on my date. The moment I am alone my stride grows longer and faster as I make for home with a downright giddy joy in my heart. The mood is dampened, only slightly, when I have to walk by The Great Wall but the moment I pass it I put her parents out of my mind and focus on Mei. All day I’d been fantasizing about what we’d do on our second date and Mei hadn’t left me waiting long to find out. Though she hid it better than me she was as eager to see me as I was to see her. YES!!!

The first thing I do is give the Honda a thorough interior cleaning and freshening up before heading into my room to do the same to myself. If there was ever a date in which I needed to ‘take the edge off’ beforehand it was this one. Under the hot stream of the shower I take care of business, stroking my rock hard cock furiously as I pictured Mei in similar poses and states of undress as I’d seen in Barb’s magazine spread. As I masturbate the thought hits me…is Mei doing the same right now? Given her equipment surely she must have similar urges and feel similar pressures as a man.

My hand stops mid-stroke as I am reminded, in a flash, that Mei was as special physically as she was in every other way. Strange as it might seem it was easy to forget what Mei was hiding beneath those dresses she wore. I had fallen head over heels for HER, not her anatomy. The thought of it excites me as much as it scares me while the lewd images in my head transform to include a big, meaty cock between her legs. Shit. How far would things go tonight? Would I see it? Touch it? More!? Was I ready for this? What if I hated it? Fantasies were one thing, but the real thing? How would I react? How would she? With a shake of my head I continue my ‘pre-bating’. Though I couldn’t answer these questions nothing short of an act of God would have stopped this date from happening now. I would simply have to take things as they come.

“Ha!” I chuckle to myself as the smoking hot image of Mei blasting a load into the tub of her own shower flashes through my mind. “As they cum.”

***

At 5 minutes to 9 I cruise up and park in front of Mei’s house. The truth was that I’d been parked around the corner for the last fifteen minutes, not wanting to take any risk of something delaying me at the last second. I peer up at the house which stood dark except for the porch light. Taking a deep breath I look at myself in the mirror, running a hand over my shaggy red hair then rubbing my freshly shaved cheek, before stepping out into the prairie night.

Walking around to the front of my car I am thrown by the sudden appearance of Mei standing at the top of the stairs in front of the front door. During those few seconds it had taken me to double check myself in the mirror she had stepped out, though to me it was as if she’d materialized from out of the aether. She stands holding a small purse, held down and in front of her with both hands. She had changed since I last saw her and, unsurprisingly at this point, it was into an ensemble like nothing I had seen before. Immediately seizing attention is the knee length black jacket, worn open, made of supple sheep leather and in a double-breasted style with high collars and extra buttons that was somewhere between an 1800’s navy officer jacket and something a rock star might wear. It was the coolest fucking jacket I’d ever seen! Beneath that bad ass leather was a pale jade and white dress, lace across her chest and elegant rings of ruffles down the skirt, that hugged her thick curves just right and absolutely oozed soft femininity. The combination could have clashed more spectacularly, yet somehow that is precisely what made it work. Well, that and the absolute brazen confidence with which she wore it. God almighty! I swear she looked more beautiful every time I saw her.

Though she was already outside she waits for me at the top of the steps. I walk up the sidewalk to base of the stairs and gaze up at her like she were a goddess above an altar, squinting against the bright porch light over her left shoulder. Mei, with that signature placid expression, peers down upon her mortal acolyte. Beneath her cool, calm exterior I could tell she was nervous though she hid it well. After making me wait a few seconds longer than necessary she descends to earth.

“Right on time.” She says as she hesitates…then boldly takes my arm, her tight grip giving away the nerves simmering just below the surface.

“I never leave a lady waiting.”

“Mm.” She hums to acknowledge my statement without really reacting to it. At the passenger door she doesn’t even attempt to reach for the handle, preferring to let me open the door for her. I do so most gallantly. With other girls I’d found these sorts of gestures could be awkward, but with Mei it all comes naturally. She gets into the car and I close the door then walk around to the driver’s side.

As I buckle in I am treated to that unique orange blossom aroma that sends tingles down my flesh. I start the car and look across to her. Mei still hadn’t assuaged my curiosity as to where we were going. Showing my face at The Post would not be a good idea this soon after the ruckus and I highly doubted that she would be taking me to her parent’s restaurant.

“Drive.” She says. “I’ll give commands along the way.”

“Commands?” I smirk at her choice of vocabulary. “You mean directions.”

“Mm.” She shrugs, dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “Is there a difference?”

“Heh.” Without answering I begin to drive.

I’d only gone a block when she says. “Left here.” I pull down the street and slowly cruise past the houses, through most of their front windows the glow of a television. “Keep going straight.” She says as we reach the highway that cut the town in two.

“You’re enjoying this.” I say. “Telling me what to do.”

She glances my way without denying my charge. “Right.”

I chuckle and do as I was told.

“Stop here.”

Pulling in where she pointed I park. It hadn’t even been a five minute trip, we easily could have walked it, though the pick up and drive did give the evening more of an official ‘date’ feel to it. Leaning forward I peer up through the windshield at the sign on the front of the squat beige building she had brought me to.

“The Legion!?”

“Given the lack of options I had to get creative.”

“Okay, but…the Legion!? Are we even allowed in there”

“Quit worrying.” She says. “You’re with me. You’ll be fine.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Cool.” I get out and walk around the car to help my date out as I’d helped her in. Again she shows patience and appreciation for my old-fashioned manners. Once more she loops her arm through mine, this time with no hesitation, letting the world see in no uncertain terms that she and I were together tonight. With Mei on my arm I feel ten feet tall as I walk into that legion hall.

The place was exactly what I expected. The hall was a spacious open room, dimly lit, with wood paneling walls covered in photos of soldiers and squadrons. Though it was nonsmoking now no air freshener in the world could completely erase the aroma of decades of tobacco smoke that had seeped into the walls. Over the speakers, turned down low, played the virtuosic guitar licks of Voodoo Child. To our right was a row of three VLTs, two of them occupied by a pair of seniors I would guess were a couple, and on our left, in front of an American flag on a pole, is a table with an open guest book. At the far end was a bar that ran half the length of the back wall, between us and it were a dozen or so round banquet tables covered in table cloths.

The place was mostly empty. Beyond the pair on the machines there was one old fellow at the end of the bar chatting with bartender and only the table in the corner furthest from the entrance was occupied, by a group of four men playing cards. Just by stepping through the door Mei and I had brought the average age inside the Legion down by a solid decade. The next youngest to us was the bartender himself and he looked to be pushing 60.

“Think you can control yourself tonight, brute?” Mei deadpans. “These men are trained killers.”

With a wry grin I pan the room, taking in all the wrinkles and gray and white heads and the walker beside the old-timer at the bar and the cribbage board that was the focus of the far table. “Looks like a rough crowd. I better be on my best behavior.”

“You’d better.” She nudges me. “You’re my ride home. I just have to sign us in…” Mei starts for the guest book when she suddenly locks up. “Oh no!” Mei’s eyes, on the cribbage playing quartet, widen and she gasps with uncharacteristic unfiltered panic. “We have to go. Now!” Latching back onto my arm she tugs me back toward the exit. “Come on.”

Too late.

“Ey!” The bartender, a large amiable looking black man, bellows, his baritone voice filling the room. “Raymond! Mei’s here.” The announcement causes a stir, heads turn our way. “And she’s got company.”

With her back turned to the room so that only I could see her face Mei stiffens up and winces harder than when Marigold had been causing a scene at practice.

“MEI MEI!?” From that far corner table stands a tiny Asian man, bespectacled and balding, in an olive green vest proudly displaying a patch of some military unit upon his chest. “What are you…?” His voice cuts off as his deep, dark eyes, so similar to another pair I knew, lock onto me. “Oh!”

Mei stands frozen, her eyes closed as she collects herself. Once her calm demeanor was back in place she slowly turns around to face the room again.

“Raymond?” I whisper. “As in Raymond’s Vintage Shop?”

Under her breath she hisses. “I am so sorry, Dusty. He’s not supposed to be here today!”

As we are whispering Raymond is weaving around the tables toward us, his arms outstretched and his smiling eyes focused only on his granddaughter. “Mei Mei.”

“Grandpa.” She says back and a moment later she is pulled into a hug.

Despite her cringing she melts into his embrace, hugging him back with real warmth, real affection, real love. It was beautiful.