Learning Chinese the Hard Easy Way

Part One.

1.

Learning Chinese isn't hard.

But I was. Constantly.

I met Chen Dongyu in a bookstore. She approached me and, as soon as I saw her, I was glad she did. One look at her and I was smitten. But, here's the thing, I don't know if I'd have had the balls to approach her. But she took my balls and drained them day after day. I never knew that someone could do that. Especially a girl like her.

She didn't seem like the type and I loved that.

"Can you recommend me any books?"

Now, many people dislike the classic Chinese accent. I love it. I also love the flat, round faces that aren't considered classical beauty in China. But that's not my problem. At that point, liking her up and down, my only problem was how would I get this babe to come home with me.

Turned out it wasn't a problem.

"What are you interested in?" I asked. I hoped she was interested in me; wanted to read me. "These are horror novels. Do you like getting scared?" If she did, she could cuddle up to me to feel safe.

"Maybe. They have cool covers." She had a cool cover.

She picked up a copy of Salem's Lot. Stephen King. "Is this one good?"

"I haven't read it in years. I was thinking of re-reading it. It's about vampires."

She could be a vampire and suck the life out of me -- I wouldn't complain.

"Vampires?" Her flat, round, pretty face was blank. She didn't know what a vampire was, did she?

"Yeah," I said. "You know vampires?" I asked, watching her thin fingers on the book. I wanted them on me. Anywhere on me. "They drink blood."

"Oh." Her eyes lit up. They were thin and dark and hypnotic to me. "Maybe jiangshi? Yes, I know. I like. Scary."

"Jiangshi," I said. "Is that the Chinese word? You're Chinese, right?"

She nodded and smiled. "Yes, I am from China. And you said it perfectly. Jiang shi. Jiang shi is not quite the same as your vampire here," and she pointed to the book. "They eat qi, not blood."

"Qi. Hey that's coo. She nodded. "Jiangshi," I repeated. "You know, I've always wanted to learn Chinese. But I heard it was too hard."

"It will be easy for you," she said. "I think you're speaking is already hen hao."

"Hen hao," I repeated.

"See? That means very good." Dongyu giggled. "You said very good very good!"

"Well, then I definitely want to learn," I said. "How hard can it be?"

Dongyu turned the book over, then flipped the pages. "Not as hard as reading this book. I think you will have to help me."

"I will if you'll help me learn Chinese," I said. I looked right into her eyes. She looked down at the book and smiled.

"Okay."

"Okay? Deal?"

"Yes." She looked at me then. "Deal."

"Shake on it?"

She narrowed her already narrow eyes. "Shake? Like this?"

She shook her body lightly.

I laughed and she laughed, too. Good sense of humour. Absurd, maybe. Unexpected, for sure. I liked it. A lot.

I held out my hand. "Shake on it. It's a deal."

She put her slim hand in mine and already I didn't want to let it go.

2.

We had coffee nearby and I read her the first page of the book. Dongyu said she "loved" my speaking voice. Well, the feeling was mutual. I asked her to read some in Chinese and she said this book might be too hard.

"Just try," I said. "I can explain any words you don't understand."

I had a feeling that, being a student at the university, her English was totally fine but I suppose there's a difference between Salem's Lot and a nursing degree. Nursing. Imagining Dongyu in a nurse's uniform made me hard almost instantly.

And when she read to me in Mandarin, I nearly melted into the chair. My brain turned to slush. There was--is--something about her that goes beyond anything I ever knew before.

Chen Dongyu. Winter Rain. It was just about the most romantic name you could ask for. And being the old-young romantic I am, I fell for it, for her, hard. And looking at her as she sipped on a latte, I was hard. Very hard.

After coffee we had a stroll through the mall. We passed the cinema and I asked her if she wanted to watch a film with me. I was getting a date out of her already.

"Okay," she said. "But you choose."

I chose a romantic comedy--and actually I don't mind them anyway, unlike most guys--and she didn't get it, which I expected, but we shared popcorn and when I put my hand on hers in the dark, she didn't move it away. I just let it rest lightly.

You know how you can instinctively tell that someone is looking at you? I turned to her and found I wasn't wrong. I smiled in the flickering light and she returned it, moved closer and rested her head on my shoulder. I couldn't focus on the movie. The feeling of this Chinese dream-girl on me was too much. I decided right then not only that I would learn Chinese to speak to her in her language, I'd keep her as well. I wasn't letting this one go.

No way.

3.

We held hands on the way out of the cinema. It was magical.

"Hungry?" I asked as we walked out of the mall onto the streets.

"Wo e si le." She said. I'm starving to death.

"Wo e si le," I repeated and she squeezed my hand.

'Wo e si le." She put an emphasis on the "e" and I knew instinctively that I had to hit it. Like I had to hit her. That was all going to come, in good time.

I said it again and she nodded. 'Hen hao! Ni xihuan mian tiao, ma?"

"Um...yes," I said. "I'll have what you're having."

"Good." She pointed to a noodle restaurant across the road. "Zhege jiacanguan de cai hen hao chi!"

We ate and she pointed to items on the table and around the room, and told me the Chinese names for them. I repeated them, enraptured. She corrected me if I got them wrong and smiled the most beautiful smile when I got them right. "Tai bang le!" she said. "Amazing!"

And she was. She told me the dish names we wanted in Chinese and I attempted to order them when the fuwuyaun came. She giggled as I butchered it and I laughed, too. I never felt embarrassed when I was with Dongyu. The fuwuyaun looked at her and she ordered in proper Chinese. "That was pretty good," she said. "Zhende bu cuo." Really not bad. Just like Chen Dongyu herself.

Outside, the air had cooled. "Hao leng," she said. It's cold.

I dropped my backpack to the ground. "I have a sweater in my bag."

"Bu yao. Zuo wode maoyi."

I looked at her blankly. "My Chinese isn't that good," I said.

"Not yet. It will be." She came closer. "Zuo wode maoyi. You be my sweater."

I wrapped myself around her thin frame and pulled her close in, buried my face in her dark hair. It was heaven. She looked up at me. "Qin zui"

I knew what it meant, instinctively, and I knew she wanted it. So did I.

Qin zui.

I didn't want to stop kissing her.

4.

It was nothing to get her to come back to my place. It was nothing to get her into bed. But it was everything when I undressed her.

Her body was slim, her tits were tiny, and her nipples were long and dark. Her skin was brown which was seen as not so attractive in China, where porcelain white is preferred, but for me it was perfect, and she had a mound of pubic hair that was soft and sparse. Not too much, it was almost like she'd sculpted it that way and yet it was all natural. Dongyu was all natural and was comfortable the way that she was. I'd only known her half a day and here we were naked in bed together like we'd been together for years, like we were soul mates.

That's how it felt. That's how it still feels.

We kissed deeply. "More," she said, "Don't stop."

"Don't worry, I don't want to."

"Wen wo quan shen." She rubbed her hands down her body. "Quan shen." Whole body.

Her nipples went even harder in my mouth. She rubbed her body again. "Quan shen."

I moved on from her nipples, kissing and licking down her body. My tongue found her bellybutton and I kissed there, too. She was rubbing her pussy and breathing heavily. "Wen wode mixue."

Honey hole. Yes, I liked this word as much as I liked her honey hole. It was soaking wet and so xiang--fragrant--that it was like having desert. I licked her until she was shaking, my tongue deep in that honey hole. She lifted her legs, screamed and then, as she did, I found myself wet. Her body convulsed as a jet of liquid shot out of her mixue. I tried to catch it in my mouth because not only did I want to kiss her, I wanted to drink and eat her up. The juices ran down her inner thighs and I licked them off her, cleaning her up. "Dubuqi," she said. Sorry. I wasn't. I kept going, licking her legs, which were quite long for her height, down to her feet. Those feet. If I thought her honey hole was heavenly, her toes were heaven in my mouth. I flipped her over and licked the back of her legs, all the way up to her ass, which was as awesome as you'd expect. It was slim and a bit round but not too much and felt good to the touch. My mouth was all over it, then it was in it--Dongyu gasped and giggled as my tongue found her asshole and circled it. That was gorgeous, too. Everything about her was, to me, perfect. Wo ai shangle ta.

I heard it then, the winter rain at the window. And I knew what I'd suspected since the bookstore.

That I'd fallen in love with her.

5.

"Qing cao wo," she said. Please fuck me.

She had my cock in her hand, her slim fingers around it. Her other hand was on her mixue, rubbing it. It was so hot; she was so hot. And unexpected. When I went into that bookstore, just for something to do, really, I never expected to be seduced by a conservative looking Chinese girl. But it was my dream, and dreams do come true, sometimes. I'm not making it up when I say that my dream-girl had been, ever since I'd first seen one, a conservative looking Chinese girl with a flat, round face, small eyes and tits. Slim, trim or a bit chubby, I really had no preference. She didn't have to be classically beautiful, she only had to be beautiful to me. And Chen Dongyu was everything I'd ever wanted.

My dream-girl squeezed my cock and it felt like I was gonna cum there and then, forget about the fucking.

"I don't have any condoms," I said. I wasn't a fuck monster; I wasn't getting laid on the regular so I had no need of them. Maybe I'd just been waiting for my dream girl.

And I didn't think she'd be on the pill. I asked anyway and she didn't know what it meant. She had to look it up on her phone. Biyunyao.

"You'll have to pull out when you want to finish," she said.

I nodded. "Hao," I said. Okay. Hen hao, indeed.

And, Lord, was she tight. She gasped and moaned when I entered her mixue. She was so wet and warm, like actual honey. Her pussy muscles gripped my cock as I thrust into her. At first it was the usual missionary and that was great because I could look at her, deep into her eyes as we fucked. And we could kiss, too. But Dongyu wanted more. She said she wanted to be zai shang mian. On top. This was great, too, because I could touch her nipples and her tits, put my finger in her bellybutton as we fucked. She leaned back, arching herself so I went further in. The girl knew how to fuck. She either had a decent body count--which I didn't believe--or she was just raw talent, which I do. She was great at everything else, so why not. It was too much, though in the end.

"I'm gonna cum," I said. She looked like she was on another planet and I wasn't even sure she'd heard me. I pulled my cock out and and Dongyu fell back onto the bed, just in time for her body to catch my hot load. It splattered up her tummy, onto her tits, and goddamn it looked great. She wore my cum so well. She seemed surprised at first but then she giggled.

She looked down at the white cum on her brown skin. "Mmmm, hao kan ba," she said.

Looks good, right?

I nodded. She looked amazing.

Then, her fingers found the cum and she smeared it across her tits, rubbing it into her skin in slow, loving movement. I watched, dumbfounded. This was so hot. My dream girl playing with my cum on her body, her beautiful body. But she wasn't just smearing it around, her fingers were writing. She was writing something.

"Hard to write upside down," she said.

爱 it read.

Love.

6.

Chen Dongyu taught me to speak Chinese in bed. And she taught me to read, and write it, by using my cum as ink on her body.

"If I think you speak well today, we practice some writing," she said.

"And if I don't, can we still practice some writing?"

Dongyu looked into my eyes, pretending that she was thinking about it, pretending that she was going to say "no." She was never going to say "no." She loved it as much as I did. She was standing in my kitchen wearing a pink apron and nothing else. The apartment smelled like five spice beef and potatoes. Perfect winter food. It was still raining out. It seemed that it hadn't stopped since the night we first fucked. Weeks ago now.

She turned the stove off and undid the apron. It fell to the floor and there was barely time to take in her still amazing body. I could and indeed did look at it and touch it all day and not once had I not wanted to. That hasn't changed. We were kissing, our tongues on fire in each other's mouths, and wo de shou zai tade quan shen shangxia le -- my hands were all over her body.

Then were on the floor of the kitchen and my cock was between her tits. She pushed them together and I thrust right up to her face. She took my cock with a slim hand and rubbed it over her cheeks, lips, even her eyes. Then it was in her mouth and she worked it like she'd been doing it her entire life. Maybe she was put on this earth for this. Maybe I was, too. Maybe we were here for each other. Right then, as I came in her mouth, I believed that, and I know she did, too.

Chen Dongyu sat up, opposite me on the floor. She spread her legs and leaned back, opened her mouth. Cum drooled out and dripped down her chin, onto her chest. It rolled down her body, to her pussy, and caught in her fine pubic hair. It was just about the most erotic and beautiful thing I'd ever seen. My dream-girl drooling my cum down her body.

"Xie zi," she said. Write.

She lay back down, her legs still spread and I gathered up some sticky cum, traced a word I been practicing onto her glistening skin. I started on her left nipple.

永远

Forever.

When Chen Dongyu saw it, she sighed and closed her eyes. Her mouth turned up into a smile. I kissed her, then. I tasted my salty cum in her mouth, and it was okay.

She pulled away from her and laughed. "It'll probably taste better with wuxiang niurou!"

Outside the rain was coming down hard and the room was heavy with aroma of five spiced beef.

"Dui," I said. Indeed. "But first we have some unfinished business."

Chen Dongyu smiled. "Yes. Cao wo. Give me more of your cum."

I entered her, harder than I'd ever been and we fucked slowly. Her legs were around me, drawing me in further. I was pressed into her and the cum was on me now, too. We were doing real cum covered fucking. My fingers found her nipples and rubbed them and they were erasers between them. Our mouths locked and when I felt the rush of cum again, I pulled out and filled her bellybutton. I smeared the cum on her tummy and thighs and she scooped some up and rubbed it on her nipples and tits.

"I'm covered in your love," she said as she sat up, the love still running. "And I love it. I love you," she said. "Wo ai ni."

I ran my hands over her body, pressed a finger into her bellybutton and held it there.

"Wo ye ai ni," I said. I love you, too. "Yong yuan."

Forever.

To Be Continued.