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Chapter 8 The First Touch
Chapter 8 The First Touch
Dinner was two meat dishes and one vegetable that Zhang Xue ordered. She said she had no strength to cook, and she did not want to watch Li Gan perform in the kitchen. While the three of them ate they drank water, not wine. Wu Ziyi said the reason aloud. "If I drink, I'll suspect every yes I give tonight." Zhang Xue said she was the same. Li Gan put the beer back in the refrigerator. The sound of the door shutting felt solemn even to him.
By the time they had showered it was nearly nine. Only one floor lamp was left on in the living room. Zhang Xue sat at one end of the sofa, hair blown half dry, in a washed-out black T-shirt and shorts, legs bare. Wu Ziyi sat at the other end. The tie of her house robe was not tight, but she had not let it fall open on purpose either. Li Gan sat on the rug with his back against the coffee table, a little lower than they were. The height made Zhang Xue look at him and say, suddenly, "Come up here. I don't want you to start on your knees. Kneeling looks like asking to be sentenced. We already did the sentencing in the daytime."
He sat beside her. There was still a palm's width between them. "Zhang Xue, may I kiss you?"
She looked at his mouth for two seconds. "Yes. Only a kiss first. Don't start by undoing my clothes."
He leaned in. The first touch was light, light enough that it was still a question. Zhang Xue's lips were a little thinner than Wu Ziyi's, and hotter. She did not open her mouth at once. She felt his breath first, and felt that he was not pressing her down into the sofa. Then she lifted her own hand, caught his collar, and deepened the kiss. When the tip of her tongue met the tip of his she made a sound in her nose, as if her own need had angered her and she still would not retreat. Li Gan's hand hung at the side of her waist. "May I hold you?"
"Hold me," she said into his mouth. "Don't let your hand go down right away. Let me know first that this is you kissing me, not you completing clause seven."
His arm went around her. His palm lay on her back. Under the T-shirt the shoulder blades were tight. She kissed deeper and deeper. Her jaw loosened. Her breath went uneven. At the other end of the sofa Wu Ziyi watched, and her fingers dug into her own palm. Her thighs pressed together once. She made no sound.
Zhang Xue felt that gaze. She drew back half an inch. Her forehead was still against Li Gan's, but her eyes turned to Wu Ziyi. "Are you still here? Not whether your body is here. Whether you're still willing to be."
"I'm here." Wu Ziyi's voice had gone rough. "Watching him kiss you, I'm sour and I'm wet. I'm not going to call red light. If the sour covers the wet, I'll say so."
"Then come a little closer," Zhang Xue said. "Don't touch me yet. Sit where I can see you. If you stay that far, I'll think you're proctoring an exam."
Wu Ziyi moved over and knelt on the inside of the sofa, close to Zhang Xue's knee. Li Gan could see both their faces at once. His cock was already hard enough to push against his trousers. He did not use it to touch anyone. He only asked Zhang Xue, "May I touch your chest? Through the clothes is fine too."
"Inside the clothes," Zhang Xue said. Her ears were red, and the words were direct. "I'm not wearing anything under. You'll know when you touch. My nipples are very sensitive. Use your palm first. Don't pinch with your nails. I don't like pain."
His hand went in under the hem of the T-shirt and up along her waist. The skin was hot. When his palm covered her breast she drew a breath. The breast just filled his hand, and the nipple scraped hard across his palm. He rubbed slowly with the palm. His thumb only circled the edge of the areola and did not grind directly. "Is this all right?"
"All right." Her waist lifted a little. "The other side too. Don't only tend one, as if you're inspecting."
Both his hands went in. The T-shirt was pushed up and bunched under her collarbones. In the lamplight Zhang Xue's chest rose and fell. The skin was whiter than her face. The color of the nipples was a light brown. She was being looked at by two people, and she lifted her chin and would not shrink. "Look, then. Ziyi, if you want to touch my leg, you can ask now."
Wu Ziyi's gaze moved from her breasts to her eyes. "I want to put my hand on your knee. Only the knee. May I?"
"Yes."
The hand came down. Its temperature was a little cooler than Li Gan's palm. Zhang Xue's leg jumped once and did not pull away. Li Gan bent and took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue was light and slow. Zhang Xue finally cried out, a short sound, as if she had startled herself, and then she bit her lip. Wu Ziyi's thumb drew a small circle on her knee. "You don't have to bite. There isn't a fourth person in this flat tonight. If you want to be quieter, that's your choice, not a rule."
"Then don't be so good at talking either." Zhang Xue was panting. Her hand went into Li Gan's hair. "Li Gan, lower. Your hand. I want you to touch me down there. I've been wet a long time, since before you kissed me. When you feel it, don't offer a commentary. Tell me straight whether you want to go on."
His hand came out from her chest and stopped at the edge of her shorts. "Do I take the shorts off, or go in through the leg?"
"Take them off." She lifted her hips herself. He drew the shorts and the underwear, already wet in a small patch, down to the bend of her knees, then stopped and looked at her. She worked her legs out of the cloth and opened them. The light was not dim. The hair was trimmed short. The middle was already shining. Her breath was fast, and her eyes were clear. "Look. This is what I look like when I'm jealous enough to do it myself. Now you know. Do you still want me?"
"I want you." Li Gan's voice was low enough to be hoarse. "Zhang Xue, I want to lick you, and I want to be inside you in a while. Right now I'll use my hand first. May I? One finger. If you feel it's fast, say slow."
"Yes. Touch my clit first. Don't shove in the moment you arrive."
The pad of his finger met that wetness, found the point that had already swollen, and circled it lightly. Zhang Xue's head went back against the sofa. The short length of her throat was entirely bare. She swore, very softly and very dirty, and then she caught the hand Wu Ziyi had left on her knee, not to push it off, to hold it. "Ziyi. Look at me. I want you watching while he touches me. I don't want you turning your head away to make room for me."
"I'm watching," Wu Ziyi said. The tie of her robe had already loosened. The hollow of her chest rose and fell with her breath. She did not open her own clothes. She only watched, eyes dark, lips a little parted. Li Gan's fingers rubbed slowly between Zhang Xue's legs. A wet sound gradually came. He put one finger in. Zhang Xue's inner walls were hot and tight and bit him. He stopped inside her. His thumb went on tending the outside. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't." Zhang Xue looked at him. "Deeper. Bend it. Yes. Don't only mind the technique. Kiss me. I want your fingers inside me while you kiss me."
He kissed her. He kissed her until she hummed into his mouth, and her grip on his fingers almost kept them from moving. Wu Ziyi's hand moved from the knee to the thigh, and before it moved she asked, "Here all right?" Zhang Xue said yes, muffled. The hand stopped at the top of the thigh. It did not touch Li Gan's hand. It only pressed that shaking flesh. The three breaths tangled. Zhang Xue's hips began to push themselves onto his hand. Her nipples were painfully hard in the air. Wu Ziyi saw them and still asked first. "May I take one in my mouth? Only once. If you don't like it I'll leave."
Zhang Xue's eyes were wet. "Yes. Lightly. Your tongue. I haven't tried a woman. I may shake very hard. That isn't a red light."
Wu Ziyi bent her head. Her hair fell on Zhang Xue's chest. The tip of her tongue touched the nipple first, very lightly, like testing water. Zhang Xue's whole body jerked, and her cunt clamped hard on Li Gan's finger. She cried out, and this time she did not bite it back. "Ziyi — lick me again. Li Gan, don't stop your hand. The two of you together, I'll be fast. If I'm going to come, let me come. Don't ask me a long sentence while I'm coming."
"I'll only ask one thing," Li Gan said. His thumb went faster. "Like this, now, may you come?"
"Yes, yes, just like this—"
When she came she caught Wu Ziyi's hair, then was afraid of pulling it and changed to holding her shoulder. The tops of her thighs spasmed. Wetness surged out and ran down Li Gan's finger into his palm. Her hips left the sofa and fell back. Her chest rose and fell hard. Her nipple was still in Wu Ziyi's mouth. Wu Ziyi lifted her head. Her lips were shining. She looked at her and did not smile, and did not speak. She only put her forehead into the hollow of Zhang Xue's shoulder. Her own breath was just as uneven.
A good while passed before Zhang Xue let go. She looked at the ceiling and suddenly laughed once, and there was a cry inside the laugh. "I didn't say red light. My legs are just soft. Neither of you summarize what just happened. If anyone summarizes it I'll be angry."
Li Gan drew his finger out slowly. As it left she trembled again. He kissed her knee once, very lightly. "Then no summary. I'll go wash my hands and get a condom. Before I come back, if you want to talk, talk. I don't have a rule that some things can only be said when I'm not in the room."
He stood. His shorts were still tented. The way he walked made Zhang Xue swear again, and this time the swearing had a laugh in it. Wu Ziyi was still against her shoulder. The two of them listened to the water in the bathroom. Zhang Xue turned her face and saw Wu Ziyi's lashes. "Are you jealous? Just now."
"Yes," Wu Ziyi said. "And I want it. Both at once. I wasn't pushed out by you. I'm here on my own. Zhang Xue, when you grabbed me just now, I nearly came too. That isn't comfort. That's my business."
Zhang Xue's fingers touched her wrist and stopped. "When he comes back, I want to watch him enter you. I want to watch. Not to pay you back a favor one for one. I want to see whether, when he wants you, you're still the person who reached first. While I watch I may go sour. If I go sour I'll say so. Don't act calm in order to make me comfortable."
"I won't act," Wu Ziyi said. "When he enters me, I'm not calm to begin with."
The water stopped. When Li Gan came back he had the box in his hand. His ears were red, and his eyes were checking whether, in the few minutes he had been gone, the two of them had turned into some other feeling. Zhang Xue reached for him. "Come here. Tonight isn't finished. I've had my first touch. The next inch, the way she said it in the daytime, doesn't have to be given to me anymore. Ask her."
