Twice the Love (5 page)

The local shopkeepers were all very friendly and
welcoming, but their English was limited to a few basic words. Several had
shared a pot of tea with her, and she was encouraged by their acceptance of
her, but she couldn’t chat about anything at all with them. She was limited to
pointing at items, smiling and saying thank you. She wanted to talk, really
talk, with the locals. She wanted to share in their lives, to ask about their
families, to smell and touch and taste every aspect of this exciting new land
she was in.

“Well, what do I do now? Do I go back to
America
, get a
job, start over and make my life there? Or do I stick it out here and be
content with what I have?” she asked herself.

“I don’t want to do either,” she wailed, laying
her head on her arms and sobbing again. In her despair, she’d totally lost
sight of the fact that such a short time had passed, and that any woman who’d
crossed the world to start a new life, could build that life around the
circumstances she’d found herself in.

****

Cherry tried to pull herself together, washing
her face with cold water, getting a notepad and pen, and sitting down to list
the options and possibilities.

I could
try to get a job, but without speaking Mandarin there’s very little I could
realistically do. And the thought of riding a bicycle anywhere, as most people
here do, scares the shit out of me. Could I find employment within walking
distance? Work where I only need to speak English? Maybe teach people to speak
English? But how would I do that without speaking Mandarin?

I suppose
I could have a baby with one of them—but that would be grossly unfair to the
other man, and my family was so dysfunctional I’m not sure I would be a very
good mother.

I could
start a hobby, a craft or sport or something technical. But the houses are so
small and people don’t seem to go to the gym or play team sports. And again
there’s the issue of having to travel around the city—back to the having to
ride a bicycle problem again.

What about
getting a pet? It couldn’t be a cat because of the fishpond. And the courtyard
is very small for a dog to play in. Besides, what if it barked and upset Mr.
Wang and Mr. Zheng? The houses are so close together. And I don’t think birds
would fulfill me any more than the fish in the pond.

Cherry sighed and rested the pen on the blank
notepad. “What the fucking hell am I supposed to do?” she wailed. Again, she
began to cry.

She’d completely forgotten the strong woman she
could be: the woman who had sold all her possessions, packed up her treasures,
and traveled halfway across the world to start a new life.

Chapter Four

By the time the men arrived home Cherry’s head
was pounding fiercely, her nose and eyes were red and sore, and she was no
nearer to finding a solution than she’d been when they left. Silently she
served their meal and sat with them, unable to eat because of her jangling
nerves, unable to contribute to the conversation because of her pounding head.

The men exchanged speaking glances. Lee gathered
himself and asked, “Are you…unwell, Cherry? Is this a, difficult time for you?”
He blushed furiously, obviously embarrassed at even thinking about a woman’s
monthly cycle.

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. It’s just—I can’t—”
Cherry broke into sobs, ran from the room and flung herself face down on the
bed.

Lee and Harry laid their chopsticks down and
stared at each other, neither having the slightest idea what was wrong or what
they should do.

“Should we go to her, or give her some privacy?”
whispered Harry.

“Damned if I know.”

“It makes my heart heavy to see her so unhappy.
I want to make her happy again. I love coming home to her bright smiles. She’s
usually so interested in everything we share together,” said Harry with an air
of sadness.

The men sat silently at the table. Cherry’s
sobbing, while not loud, was still clearly audible from the living room.

Finally Harry stood, nodded to Lee and the two
men went into the bedroom. Harry sat on the side of the bed and gently patted
Cherry’s back.

“Shhh. Everything will work out,” he said, then,
still stroking her back, he spoke softly in Chinese in time with his pats.
Gradually she stopped crying, her breathing deepened and she fell asleep.

Lee covered her with the quilt and he and Harry
left the room, closing the door behind them.

“Just as well she didn’t know you were telling
her the story of the Emperor Shih Huang-Ti building the Great Wall with slave
labor,” said Lee.

“My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was
small. It was the only thing I could think of to soothe her. But yes, it’s
probably a good thing she didn’t understand the lines about the workers dying.”

“Well, it worked.”

“Yes, but the problem isn’t solved. She’s asleep
now, but when she wakes up, whatever was destroying her peace will arise to do
so again.”

“That’s true. Do you think it’s a problem with
us? American men are so much more—I don’t know—demonstrative, perhaps? They
touch their women all the time in public, and speak much more freely about
their thoughts and feelings,” said Lee.

“I don’t know. Perhaps. I’ve wondered if it’s
our English. We don’t speak as smoothly and colloquially as she does. Those
words don’t flow from my tongue the way Chinese habits do,” replied Harry.

The men talked while finishing their meal and
decided the best solution would be to go to bed early, so they would wake early
and have time to encourage her to explain why she was upset before they needed
to leave for work.

****

Cherry woke as the sky was just starting to
lighten before dawn. She noticed that at some stage the men had undressed her.

In their desire to comfort her, Lee and Harry
had unconsciously cuddled into her body, something they usually didn’t do, and
Cherry was very aware of two thick cocks, one pressing into her from each side.

Hmm. I
love their cocks. I love the way they aren’t circumcised and that I get to play
with their foreskins. I love the fact their cock heads are more sensitive than
with the circumcised men I’ve known in the past.

Quietly and smoothly Cherry slid down in the bed
until she reached their legs. She sat cross-legged between the two men, and
rested a hand on each cock, gripping gently but firmly, running one hand up
each shaft, then bending forward to lick across the tip of each cock, sliding
her tongue down between the shaft and the foreskin, pressing the skins back
from the heads.

Keeping her hands around each shaft, she used
the tip of her tongue to run under the ridges of the cocks, seeking that
sensitive place that pleased her men.

“Ohh, that feels good,” mumbled Harry, still
half asleep.

“Very good,” agreed Lee, thrusting his hips and
cock up in Cherry’s hand.

The men rolled flat onto their backs to give
Cherry greater access and she continued her task of licking the heads, stroking
up and down the shafts, occasionally gently rolling their balls, until both
cocks were huge and hot and hard and the men were groaning with pleasure.

“Move closer together,” she ordered, and when
they had, she sat across all four legs and grasped both cocks, moving her mouth
quickly from one to the other, licking and sucking, rubbing and nibbling.

Both men were now thrusting hard up into her
hands, and the feel and scent of her cream dripping from her wet cunt onto
their legs raised the tension in all three of them exponentially.

Lee and Harry were braced up on their elbows a
little, their four black eyes watching her grip them both, watching her breasts
bounce with her efforts and her eyes focus on their cocks, her pink tongue
flicking in and out as she licked and sucked.

“So very carnal,” murmured Harry.

Cherry scraped her teeth over first one ridge
then the other, sliding her tongue into the slits to collect the pre-cum and
rolling their balls in her hands.

Each man had a distinct taste. Lee was much
sweeter on her tongue and Harry spicier. Both flavors were equally enticing to
her.

She gripped their shafts firmly, twisting and
stroking as she licked and sucked. Her tongue slid down over each head, pushing
the foreskin back then letting it move up again.

“I’m going to come,” gasped Lee. And as thick,
hot streams of cum erupted from Lee’s cock, Harry sighed and he came too,
thrusting one last time through her hand as his cum spurted and mingled with
Lee’s.

The men disappeared into the bathroom briefly to
clean up. When they returned Harry said, “Now what about you? Would you like
your nipples sucked?” He rested his mouth on one sharp point.

“Or perhaps all that cream flowing from your
pussy needs licking up?” said Lee, sliding his tongue into her hot cunt.

“You do seem to like it when I kiss you here,”
added Harry, sucking the soft inner skin of her elbow into his mouth and
nipping it gently with his teeth.

“And you like it when I play here,” added Lee,
sliding a finger into her anus and twirling it around.

Cherry was hot and aching everywhere. Sucking
her men’s cocks had heated her up way beyond any foreplay and she was ready for
more. The least little thing would send her over the edge, she was sure.

“Anything,” she breathed.

Two black heads descended onto her body, Harry’s
mouth and fingers busy licking, sucking and tweaking her nipples, Lee’s mouth
on her pussy and his finger up her ass.

Lee’s tongue was thrusting into her pussy and
her walls were already trying to clench around it. He added a second finger
inside her ass, sliding them along the hot walls of her rectum, teasing around
the rim, then thrusting inside again. Then he nibbled on her labia and sucked
her clit into his mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Harry had one nipple pulled deep into his mouth,
his tongue rolling it around and flicking it. His other hand was playing with
the other breast, holding and palming the weight of it, teasing and tweaking
the nipple.

“So close,” she murmured, trying to thrust her
pelvis into Lee’s hands and mouth while holding Harry’s head pressed to her
breast.

“Come now,” ordered Harry, lifting his mouth off
her breast to speak, then lowering it again to bite lightly on a nipple. As he
spoke Lee bit gently but firmly on her clit and Cherry shattered into an
orgasm, cream flooding into Lee’s mouth as her body shivered and shook in
release.

The two men kept kissing and licking her as the
aftershocks rolled through her body, then laid down with her pressed between
them, something they seldom did unless they were actually fucking her.

They rested like that for several long minutes
until finally Lee said, “Please tell us, Cherry. Why were you crying last
night?”

Cherry took a deep breath. She was over her
crying jag, but no closer to finding a solution to her dilemma.

“You’ve both been kind and considerate to me.
You’re looking after me very well. But I’m used to working. To being out of the
house, having a job, meeting friends, and talking to people during the day.
Here, even when I go shopping I can only exchange a few words with the people,
not have a conversation. Many people here speak English but not as well as you
do, and not well enough to do more than say, ‘How much do those apples and
spices cost?’”

“I can’t get a job because there’s nothing I can
do here, not speaking Mandarin. And I don’t want to ride a bicycle in the
traffic—your traffic scares me—so I can’t go to spend the day looking at
tourist places or visiting the Mausoleum of Mao Zedong,” she said with a touch
of her usual good spirits.

“I need to find a job, or a hobby, or some
friends with whom I can interact during the days while you’re both at work. But
I have no idea how to go about doing that,” she added, her spirits sinking once
again.

“Ahh, Cherry, this is our fault. We’ve
deliberately always spoken English with you so that you would feel included, at
home here, not confused. And therefore we have isolated you. This has been so
wrong of us,” said Harry.

“We shall begin teaching you Mandarin immediately.
Today,” added Lee. “And as soon as you understand simple Chinese, we’ll teach
you how to catch the buses. They are sometimes slow and crowded, but you can go
anywhere you wish on the buses,” he added.

“Really? It’s really that easy?” she asked,
astounded.

“Well, it may take you a few weeks to learn
enough Pinyin to read the signs to Mao’s tomb,” he joked, “but with both of us
teaching you and taking you on the buses it should be no more than that.”

“Pinyin? That’s phonetic Mandarin, isn’t it?”