Man (angrily): ‘Get out of my house now!’
Through the glass panels in the lift, I saw a woman tumbling out of her door in a black nightgown as I stopped a floor above them. Rushing down the stairs, a young girl around the age of a student was sobbing at the doorstep, unable to look at me in her disheveled state.
Me: ‘Hey, you okay? Sit at the steps.’
I handed her a packet of tissue and she used it right away. Adjusting her hair from her face, a word of ‘thank you’ muttered softly out of her tears coated lips. At 2am, there was nowhere to go and things were even more complicated in the flimsy gown she wore.
Girl (sobbing): ‘He.. just threw me out like that cause I was masturbating. Not like he doesn’t do it!’
Me: ‘He might be more religious than you?’
Girl (sobbing): ‘But he is always fucking my step mum so loudly!’
Me: ‘Okay okay.. relax k? Just compose yourself. And.. I’m J.’
Her head dropped onto her arms on her knees and cried even harder. Only when I took out my box of cigarettes did she stopped and pulled a stick out. The lighter clicked at the end of her stick and she inhaled deeply, reaching her cigarette over my lips for me to take a puff.
Girl: ‘This really helped. I’m Ziqi.’
Me: ‘And how old are you?’
Ziqi: ’18. But I smoke since my mum gone. I’m so stupid to believe him to take care of me.’
She finished the stick and slipped her arm under mine, leading me up to a corridor overseeing the streets I grew up in. Even though I had lived in this block for over ten years, I did not visit anywhere else.
Ziqi: ‘Can hug me from behind?’
I dropped my bag on the floor and embraced the saddened girl, feeling no panties nor bra under the flowing thin dress of hers.
Ziqi: ‘Even you can love me more than him.’
I remained quiet as she held my hands, guiding me between her legs where she lifted her dress. The slight dampness got the attention of my dick and it rose slowly to see what was happening. She pressed my middle finger conveniently between her vulva and made me massage her clit, going into auto-pilot seconds later.
Ziqi (whispering): ‘Take out for me?’
I undone my belt and opened my zipper wide, enough to stick my cock out between the quick access slot. The soft, gentle hands felt cold on my heated stick, but it was soon balanced out after she held it for a moment.
Ziqi (whispering): ‘Is it always this warm?’
Me (whispering): ‘Yes. Whenever you touch it like this.’
Ziqi (whispering): ‘It’s the first time.. ‘
Just as I jutted my hips back, she tightened her grip and I shoved back forward in fear. Boy, that felt great, even though it was for a second.