As it Happens

Chapter Tags: OC Ageplay MF Minor2 NoSex WIP

An anxious young lady, still dressed in her school uniform, met me with a shake of the hand in the foyer of her parent’s apartment building under the gaze of the security staff (and cameras). I signed in and we rode the elevator to the twentieth floor, making small talk.

The father concentrated on my resume, certificates and schools then asked questions on the style of English spoken in Australia. Intelligent and focused, but he appeared to be under pressure, not nervous but uncomfortable. I saw anxiety in his eyes and the leg tic that troubles so many Chinese men.
One glance at Ting’s mother, not yet forty, showed me where Ting got those looks. Jesus Christ, what a beautiful woman! I could tell from the muscles on those gym-toned forearms and lean physique that she worked hard on her body.
Once, I caught her eyes down there, but Ting spotted it, too. That wouldn’t come up at home. Though I wondered about her marriage, I expect she was only foreigner-curious.

I made sure to be expensive but offered to take only fifty percent, contingent upon the student achieving her grade.

So, here I stand at the top of a moral slope. Starting Monday, I will have time alone with their daughter twice a week. If they were alive to my night fantasies—no way.

Tuesday, we snatch an hour together but Ting isn’t comfortable. Doesn’t want to walk, only talk in a park cafe. First, her auntie has come (she has her period) and she berates me for hitting on mum.
“Ting please, I did nothing wrong. That happened, but did I flirt back?”
“You liked the attention, though.”
“Who wouldn’t? Your mother is beautiful, but I didn’t make a pass.”
Ting’s mouth cracked at the corners as she worked to suppress a smile.
“Your family endured some sadness; was it her?”
Ting’s eyes squeezed closed, blinking against tears. When she spoke, her voice cracked.
“Mum got sick—blood cancer, they kept her in hospital for a long while, then in and out for years. Each time we visited, fresh flowers—not always from dad.”
“She had an affair?”
“That hurt us both.”
“I’m sorry, I understand, I will be very careful around her.”
“You said mum is beautiful.”
“She is, I see her in you.”
“Am I having an affair with you? Am I like her?”
“That’s hard, Ting. It’s not wrong to fall for someone and a relationship might involve both hurt and love. Your tie is with parents and being here with me isn’t a breach of family devotion, so I’d say no, not an affair. Does that make sense?”
“So if I fell in love, it may hurt them, but it’s not evil?”
“Yes, I would say so. But depends who you fall for…”
We both teared and, fuck the cameras, we held hands and kissed over the table. In the quiet that followed, I wondered how Ting’s mind worked, to process that. School here doesn’t equip students to grapple with abstract reasoning, leaving them with a naïve view of the world.

“Remember I told you they want to emigrate, to live in Australia?”
“A great country; if you have money.”
“Not that simple.”
“Explain.”
“Mum’s affair—he’s someone dad’s senior. He won’t leave her alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“The guy still pesters her. Mum and dad have rows—I hear them in the bedroom. Dad’s obsessed with Australia.”
“Does she still see him?”
“I’m not sure. These guys can make a lot of demands, through their damn system. Perhaps mum has to.”
“That’s awful, Ting.”
“Let’s go, my belly hurts and I soon need to change my… thing. Guys are lucky.”

So I walked her a bus stop, stopping under the branches of a tree, away from the cameras.
“Saturday’s out, Matt. Uncle’s coming down from Shanghai with my grandma. Family stuff—sorry.”
“Looking forward to Monday’s lesson?”
“I’m afraid, Matt. Yeah, it’s stupid…”
“Don’t be, I would never hurt you or ask for anything. In fact, I’m nervous, too.”

A bus laboured into view through a billow of diesel smoke. On hearing the brakes squeal, she ran as only a teen girl can—enchanting.  How am I going to make it to Monday?

To be continued (as long as it lasts)