The Asian Chick

I leave my spot by the bar and move into the crowd, weaving through dancing bodies to the asian girl. She breaks off immediately from her friend she was dancing with, and I can see I was right, just dancing with her not to be alone, not commitment beyond a friend for safety. We move together to the beat, almost touching from the start. From the smirk on her face and the mischievous glint in her eye, I can tell she’s open to being with a chick, and likes what she sees.

“Hi, I’m Bobbie.” I say, skipping any cheesy lines that would sour the moment.

“I’m Ling. You’re hot Bobbie.” She says with a teasing brashness. I giggle. “Let’s skip the b.s. Just tell me if you’re looking for an asian whore or a girlfriend and we can take it from there.”

I giggle again and look her dead in the eye. “I don’t go looking for chicks to pay for sex. I’ve been treated like a whore before and it sucks, I’m no one’s whore and no one will ever be mine. Now you tell me, you just looking for a girlfriend or an instant life partner?”

Her eyebrows raise and her smile seems to shed a layer, becoming genuine. I can tell that wasn’t the answer she was used to hearing, and she likes my attitude. It’s all the truth, so I can say it all without shame, but now she needs to be as sure of herself as I am, and most people need a second to figure out if they are.

“I like you Bobbie. Don’t worry, I’m not going to be at your door with a hatchback filled with my worldly possessions in the morning, we can just do this one night at a time and decide what we want as we go. What do you want Bobbie?”

I smile while I pick up on how many times she’s said my name. Makes me wonder if she has problems remembering names in the morning. I plan to find out.

“I want your time Ling. You’re hot, and your body has been driving me crazy,” I say as I reach out to wrap my arms around her and draw her against me, “I want to see more of it, touch it, taste it, and see how much more you can wiggle and moan. You going to tell me no, or do you want me too?”

I can see her friend coming back towards us to ‘protect’ Ling if she decides I’m being to forceful. Ling makes her choice clear by taking my face in her hands and kissing me on the lips. Her fingers are chill, and distract me so much I’m surprised when she flicks her tongue piercing across my lips to remind me that it’s there. She smiles and looks into my eyes.

“Can we go back to your place? My roommate will lecture me for being a slut in the morning either way, but at your place I won’t have the embarrassment of anyone overhearing it.”