As it Happens

Chapter Tags: OC Ageplay MF Minor2 NoSex WIP

So, Friday evening I get the message from Ting that our date includes a third wheel, Song Fan, the plump girl from last week.

We planned to catch the ferry to Gulangyu, wander the pedestrian streets of a pretty island, take a late lunch and chill along the beach. Harmless fun without temptation.
A chaperone on our first date should devastate me but it didn’t. For a promise to see Ting again I would push her grandfather round in a wheelchair.

Song Fan had a wicked sense of humour and took the piss out of my too-obvious infatuation for her best friend. Her impression of me saying ‘you are really pretty, Ting’, was perfect and made me laugh.

Friends since they began to walk, now I came between them. Song Fan is also sensitive and smart, so as Ting wandered off to take artistic shots over the bay, she took me aside, quick and focussed.
“I want Ting to be happy, she’s had sadness so you must look after her and not hurt her like just another Chinese girl with a foreigner.”
“Okay, I promise, Song Fan, I don’t have a string of girls as you think, I’m not a typical young teacher screwing his way around China and I have no girlfriend right now. Would Ting even be a friend?”
“Oh, yes—she’s been strange all last week, but it’s important that I understand your intentions. If you hurt her, you’ll kill me. It falls to me to hide your relationship from her family, you’re aware of that, right?”
“Oh, wow, okay.”
“Now, she’s yours. I’ll disappear but she’ll always be my friend and will report everything, every tiny detail. If you’ve a birthmark on your bum, I can tell the colour,” she grinned.
“We understand each other, Song Fan.”

God, if only she lost some weight she would be a pearl. In China, there is limited PC as we know it and, after a few years, we big noses lose it too. Song Fan’s maturity astonished me for a fourteen-year-old.
“Hey, don’t be coy, I’m not here to block you,” she said, looking around. “Okay, I’ll use that toilet—back in five minutes,” she winked, walking away.

“It’s so fresh here,” Ting said, as I drew close, “everyone in China has a right to breathe like this.”
Lifting my nose I sniffed the air, but my brain only detected Ting’s fragrance. I took her hand, looking out over the hot bay.
“Thanks for coming,” I said to the ocean.
Ting turned toward me, the afternoon light caught her face, “Song Fan—I needed her today, I couldn’t come alone,” she explained.
“I understand. She’s a true friend and I’m pleased you did.”
“I’m so nervous,” she said, turning toward me and taking my other hand.
We stood lost in each other’s eyes, alone, silhouetted against the light and… unaware of the dozen smartphones recording our first intimacy.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered. Ting shrugged.
“Kiss,” a smartphone yelled.
“Yeah, kiss,” they chorused. “What are we, circus animals?” I said (privacy is more a concept thing in modern China).
What happened next just amazed me. Ting raised her eyebrows in submission, tilted her head, and I brushed her lips with mine. A muted cheer rose from the crowd at this foreign behaviour—a Chinese couple would never be this intimate in public. Ting willed herself to be different. A foreigner with his pretty girl.
I only hoped it wouldn’t go viral.

“One more,” Song Fan called out, panting.

To be continued (as long as it lasts)