Back in 1997, Mr. Song drove to the airport with David to pick up a new teacher. He returned with an older woman named Linda who hailed from Utah. Dearest readers, don't confuse her with the Sexy Linda, the Korean woman who had given me wood upon my arrival. Sadly, this particular Linda was much different. She was a 42-year-old former truck driver with blonde hair and pale skin. She had a nice figure in spite of her age, but I would later find out that she was a complete loon.
Linda’s new home was on the nice side of the office building. She lived in the same sector with Roger and Michael Freeman. She also shared the space with two couples who were shacking up in an effort to save money for their impending nuptials. Korea was very conservative back then, so these individuals had to pretend to be married in order to sleep in the same bed.
Moss and Peggy were from Seattle. They were liberal tree huggers who wore homemade sweaters and sported wire-rimmed glasses. Dave and Patty, on the other hand, were right-wing Canadians from the city of Lethbridge. Dave was very short, and like lots of midgets, he had a surly attitude.
Moss said, “Hey, Buffalo, have you met the new teacher? Her name’s Linda, and she’s from Utah. Isn’t that cool?”
Peggy said, “Linda used to be a truck driver. There aren’t many females attracted to that profession. And she’s so pretty and feminine. Just look at her. She’s so cool.”
I smiled. “Hello, Linda.”
She returned my smile. “Nice to meet you, Buffalo.”
I could tell right away that she was attracted to me. And, even though she was fourteen years my senior, I was really dying for a piece of pussy. The very thought of fucking Old Linda gave me wood. So I decided to do something about it.
I said, “You just had a long flight. You’re probably tired.”
“A little. Why do you ask?”
“I’d like to take you out for a drink…if you’re up to it.”
“I’d love a drink. Just give me fifteen minutes to freshen up.”
We went to a joint that was close to the building. It was only a five-minute jaunt. We drank soju and ate dried fish.
Linda said, “Mmmmm, this stuff tastes great.”
I said, “Really? It’s like chewing on a baseball glove.”
She giggled. “I love it.”
Linda batted her eyes at me, and I figured that I’d get a blowjob at the very least. The woman really loved to drink. She kept throwing back the shots as if they were water. We both became quite inebriated as the evening progressed.
I said, “You have nice hair.”
“You like blondes?”
I touched her locks with my fingers. “Very much.”
“Did you know that the hair on my pussy is gray?”
I nearly choked on my soju. “No shit? I would have never guessed.”
“My pubes might be gray, but my stuff is still nice and tight.”
“Well, that’s certainly a blessing.”
“I love my pussy. I play with it all the time.”
“All this sexy talk is turning me on.”
She smiled. “I once even ejaculated like a man?”
“I had no idea.”
“I was playing with myself, and suddenly I just squirted all over the living room floor.”
“No kidding. That must have been one hell of an orgasm.”
“It felt great.”
“I bet it did.”
“Do you jerk off?”
“From time to time.”
“Maybe one day we can jerk off together.”
Then she howled with laughter at the notion.
I took her home, and we walked over to the ghetto. We kissed several times in the television room, and I did my best to get her out of her panties. However, she kept batting my hands away. I was desperate and horny, so I made a disgusting offer that would have landed me in a lot of hot water in the current age of the Me-Too Movement.
I said, “Do you want to watch me rub one out?”
“Are you crazy? I barely know you.”
I had obviously misread the signals.
Later that night, I beat my meat as I relaxed in bed. Then I blew my load into a tissue and slept like the dead.