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Perspiration is the bane of my existence. I am a sweaty guy. I’m having a difficult time maintaining my erection and sweat is dripping down my chest onto Jessica below me. It’s really not that hot in this room, but still the sweat pours from my body. All this wetness is distracting me from the pleasure I’m supposed to be feeling. I turn to my right and catch a glimpse of Courtney, Jessica’s ten-year-old daughter, looking at me. She smiles.
I pull off. “She’s awake.” I say.
“Courtney, You go to sleep right now!” Jessica orders. She sounds annoyed but I see her smirk when she turns away from her daughter. She gets up and I watch her move toward the bathroom. Barely five feet tall, I’m proud to be with her; she’s exactly the type of woman that I've fantasized about. Pretty, petite, fit, smart, Asian... the qualities I value in a woman, pretty much in that order.
She has a soft face; her lips hold a permanent pout. There is strength and a quiet dignity about her. A year from now, a friend will tell me she looks angry... and she will be, angry and afraid. But today she’s not angry, she’s loving, playful and horny. Her hair is dyed with blond highlights; though she sells jewelry for a living, she only wears one bracelet, one of those magnetic ones that are supposed to have some sort of mysterious health benefits.
Born in Vietnam, she was only four when her family fled after the war. She was raised in LA before she moved to Hawaii. She speaks four languages. Though from Vietnam, she’s of Chinese decent and speaks dialects of both countries as well as southern California valley girl English. I like that she’s Asian, she’s American, and she’s not local.
“Hiiii Jooooe” Courtney says in a low quiet voice.
“Go to sleep Courtney.” I tell her.
Courtney is the reason I met Jessica in the first place. She still sleeps in bed with her mom. Her younger sister Samantha sleeps next to the bed. They have their own room, but they’ve only just moved into this new house and their room isn’t furnished. Besides, this is what they’re used to; in the old apartment they had to share a room with mom.
