Chapter 5: Nerds in Love
Melinda was still shy after our first time to make love. It's not possible for an average white male, no matter how sensitive he may be, to overcome 25 years of inexperience and thousands of years of culture. Melinda wanted me to stay with her until the morning. She obviously wanted me to respect her in the morning. Despite our intimacy and Melinda's assurances that it was the best sex of her life, Melinda rolled over and went to sleep. I tried to hold her in the spoon position but she said that she couldn't sleep like that. It took some time before she would let me hold her in bed. Our first time to sleep in the same bed and we were like a couple that had been married for a century.
Melinda woke up first and woke me up while she was searching for a house robe in her closet.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to have a shower. You really made me sweat last night."
"Don't you want to shower together like Hanna and Ted did their first time together?"
"Paul. Haven't you realized by now that I'm shyer than Hanna or any of the white girls you've been with? We will try everything but let me discover things at my speed."
By now, I realized that Melinda was her own person so I didn't contradict her and let her go shower. Actually, I wanted to be alone with my thoughts about the previous evening. I had made it with Melinda, the object of my lust for almost two months. She was everything I had ever hoped for. Her body was spectacular, tight where it needed to be and soft in the right places. Her shyness meant that I would be able to teach her everything about sex, just as she had taught me everything about the movies.
Finally, Melinda finished and said that I could have the bathroom. If I wanted to know how a Vietnamese woman was different from a white woman, the bathroom gave me no clue. There were no towels in the bathroom because Melinda had used them all, including a towel/turban thing on her head. The toilet was slathered in fuzzy coverings that caused the lid to slam shut in midstream while a guy is having a pee. The bathroom was all steamed up, just like after my white girlfriends left it. This made the mirror unusable, so I couldn't have shaved, even if I had found a razor. Melinda had no razor, not even one of those horrible flat-handled ones that are made especially for women. This was the only clue that this wasn't a white woman's bathroom. Melinda had almost no body hair, except for a small bit of bush. Actually, I wasn't desperate for a shave. I have a beard but it's nice to keep it trimmed and shaped.
Melinda brought me some towels and I showered in about a quarter the time it took Melinda. I found her shampoo, something with the brand name of a European dress designer. The designer should have stuck to his sewing machine. Then I thought, why am I complaining about Melinda's bathroom? All these little feminine touches confirmed that I was the first guy to stay here. Not only was I her first white lover, I was her first lover in Canada. I dried myself and headed for my clothes in the bedroom.
Melinda had dried her hair, gotten dressed and was searching for her shoes when I came in the bedroom. She was bent over and when she looked up, her eyes were crotch level. The heat and steam in the bathroom had an effect on my dick and I came into the bedroom swinging. Melinda was so impressed that her brown oriental eyes went absolutely round. She sat down on the bed and just stared at it
"I didn't get a look at it last night. Did you give me all that? You're so much bigger than my old boyfriend but I'm not sore at all this morning."
"Thanks, Melinda, for the compliment. My dick has always been a source of pride. Yes, I got it all in but you didn't make it easy for me. You're the tightest woman I've ever made love to. But, I got you properly prepared and that's the secret to good sex. You feel what you should feel and you don't feel anything you don't want to feel."
"Tell me, Paul, why are white guys circumcised? Hanna said that Ted's dick looked funny to her. I just think it makes your dick look different."
"For some Canadians, it's a religious issue. For the rest of us, it's a health issue. It makes keeping the dick clean easier. There are other benefits. I can last longer and there are Jewish women who won't go to bed with a guy unless they are circumcised."
Melinda suddenly realized she was discussing dicks with a naked man in her bedroom and told me to get dressed. She got up, kissed me on the chest, giggled and went to the kitchen. Melinda warmed up some noodle soup while I was getting dressed. I was hungry from the night's work and I was looking forward to food. I had never had a Vietnamese breakfast before. Mrs. Nguyen had always booted me out as soon as I had finished.
"Melinda, your cooking is as good as your lovemaking."