The Only Chinese Boy by Clee
This story contains sexual activity between two friends of high school age. Please do not read if you are under 18. This story is a product of the author's imagination, any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
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The Only Chinese Boy Part 2
When we got to the kitchen, his mother was waiting for us at a large, round table full of platters loaded with various types of meat, vegetables and rice dishes. Sitting next to her was an attractive middle-aged Asian man. "Billy, this is Mr. Li, Eddie's father." She said while gesturing for us to take seats.
"Hello, I'm Billy Taylor." I said as I took a seat. Mr. Li nodded at me and began eating. "Well," I thought to myself, "now I know where Eddie inherited his gift of conversation from."
Eddie ate silently, so his mother started a conversation, "Billy, you must be very special. Eddie has never brought a friend home before." Suddenly Eddie began coughing and choking on his food. "Eat slowly son, there's plenty of food." She looked at him with a concerned mother's face.
The food was delicious, and after a few minutes of mostly quiet eating, the back door suddenly flew open and a young girl came rushing in, flinging a pink backpack on the floor. "Mama! Baba! You'll never believe what happened at dance practice!" When she looked up and saw me, she froze in her tracks. "Hellooo, who are you?"
"Helen, calm down," Eddie's mother stood and picked the backpack up off the floor. "This is Billy, Eddie's friend. Wash your hands and come sit down. Oh, what happened at dance practice?"
"Forget that," Helen didn't take her eyes off me as she moved to the sink and washed her hands. "Hi Billy, I'm Helen, Eddie's sister. I'm in sixth grade. You're cute. I know what you're thinking, she's too young for me. But actually, I'm very sophisticated for my..."
"Helen!" Eddie suddenly came to life, "Sit and eat."
Helen dried her hands and took a seat. As Mrs. Li loaded up a plate for her, Helen leaned in and pointed a finger, moving it back and forth between Eddie and me. "What's going on here? You're friends with Eddie? Why? Eddie doesn't have friends. He never talks."
"I talk when I have something to say." By this time Eddie was glaring at his sister.
"Eddie's helping me get into shape." I tried to lighten the mood. Actually, I thought the whole scene was funny; Helen was everything Eddie wasn't: Loud, outgoing and social.
We ate the rest of our meal listening to Helen tell us all about what happened at dance practice that morning. Mr. Li and Eddie didn't say a word, two peas in a pod happily eating with no conversation needed. When we were finished, I started to help Mrs. Li clear the table. She let me know gently but firmly that as a guest, this wasn't expected. I thanked her and Mr. Li then turned to Helen and Eddie, "It was nice meeting you Helen. Eddie I'll see you on Monday at school."
"Bye Billy!" Helen waved at me brightly, "Come over anytime! See you again!"
I was cracking up at her enthusiasm as I opened the back door when behind me I heard Eddie say, "Bye." I turned around and glanced at him, but he didn't look up. Another first, Eddie said bye to me.
Before I knew it, Monday morning rolled around and I was off to school. That morning I didn't pass Eddie in the hallway. When it was lunch time, I joined my usual friends in the cafeteria at "our" table. The seating arrangement had been worked out organically at the beginning of the school year and due to the rigidity of cliques, almost no one deviated from that arrangement.
As my gang sat eating and talking about the usual bull crap, I sensed a presence behind me. Suddenly, Eddie appeared and sat down next to me. "Oh...hey," I said to him as he opened his lunch bag. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Eddie of course gave no reaction as if he had been sitting here every day and he began to eat silently.
"Eddie!" My friend Nathan exclaimed (he was the loud one). "Welcome to the cool table. I was just about to remind these losers that my birthday party is Saturday night. You should come too." This invitation was a perfect example of how my classmates regarded Eddie. He wasn't unpopular, it's just that he was so quiet that no one knew him or really what to make of him. I was secretly happy that Nathan extended the invitation, but I thought to myself that there's no way Eddie would ever go to someone's party.
The week passed by uneventfully and as the weekend approached, I was getting excited for Nathan's party. About ten kids of our main group had been invited, both boys and girls. He told us that his parents would be gone until midnight and they had agreed to provide a limited amount of liquor on the condition that none of us would drive to the party, or home afterward. Since we had all been friends since at least the seventh grade and we all knew Nathan's parents, we agreed right away at the prospect of being able to drink.
That Saturday morning I rode my bike to Li's Oriental Foods at 7:00 as usual to unload the truck with Eddie. By this time, he no longer waited for me out front, I went directly to the back of the store and met him at the loading dock. We worked silently as usual. When the truck was almost empty, Eddie suddenly spoke. "What time tonight?" I stopped and looked at him.
"Do you want to go to Nathan's party?" I was very surprised.
"He invited me. I'm going with you. What time?"
I thought for a moment, "Since we all agreed not to drive, my mom's going to take me. We'll pick you up at seven."
"Okay," he replied and went back to work.
We finished our work without speaking. When I was ready to leave I said, "Bye Eddie, I'll see you tonight."
"Bye."
"He said `bye' to me again," I thought to myself, "and he wants to go to Nathan's birthday party." Maybe Eddie was beginning to come out of his shell.
When I got home, I collapsed as usual, got up and ate something. By the time I watched a movie, had dinner with my parents and little brother and took a shower, it was time to leave. My mom and I arrived at the Li's store right at 7:00 and Eddie was standing there wearing jeans and a denim jacket over an oversized white T-shirt. And...he had no hair. His head was completely shaved down to stubble. He looked like a cross between a Buddhist monk and a gangster. Additionally, the nerdy, round glasses were gone. As he got into the back seat, I'm sure he could see the surprise on my face, but of course he didn't say anything. "Mom, this is Eddie Li. Eddie, this is my mom," I said, not able to take my eyes off of him.
"Hello Eddie, it's nice to meet you." My mom smiled into the rear-view mirror.
"Hi." He surprised me again by responding.
"Why did you shave your head?" I turned around in the passenger seat so I could get a good look.
"It's almost summer. This will be cooler." Of course, his response was succinct and completely logical.
"Where are your glasses?" I was probably getting on his nerves, but I didn't care.
"Contacts." He looked out the window and the rest of the ride was silent.
When we arrived at Nathan's my mom said she would pick us up at midnight and we got out of the car. When we entered the house, I announced our arrival to my gang, "Hey everyone!" But clearly Eddie was the star.
"Hi Billy...oh hey, Eddie!"
"Glad you could make it Eddie!"
"Damn Eddie, that haircut is legit! You look like you could kick someone's ass!"
A couple of the girls were already descending on him with plastic Solo cups full of multi-colored concoctions. "Hi Eddie, want a drink?"
"Why didn't you start hanging out with us earlier?"
For some reason I felt strangely jealous, but Eddie ignored them, remained silent and made a beeline for the sofa. Any ideas I had about him coming out of his shell quickly evaporated. I sat down next to him and asked what he wanted to drink. "Beer." That was the extent of his party conversation. I got him a beer and since I was feeling brave, I took a mysterious green drink in a red Solo cup from one of the girls. Eddie looked visibly relieved when I returned to the same spot next to him on the sofa.
We all began to have a lot of fun and I was loving just spending time with this group of people I had grown up with. I was thinking that there wouldn't be many more nights like this; next year would be our senior year. The class of 1996 would graduate, then we'd all be going off to college and dispersing.
About an hour later we were all engrossed in a game of charades when Eddie suddenly grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at him and his faced was as beet red; this was my first experience with "Asian glow". I looked at the coffee table and there were six empty beer bottles scattered in front of him. Shit! Six beers in an hour? Who kept giving him more? As he looked at me with glazed-over eyes that were even narrower than usual, he stood up shakily, pulling me with him. In the midst of all the commotion, no one noticed as we walked into the dining room and out into Nathan's back yard through a sliding glass door. Eddie continued to pull me through the dark toward a garden shed. He dragged me around to the back of it and drew me into an awkward embrace.
"Billy, I just wanted to be with you. I only came here because I wanted to be with you." Suddenly, his lips were on mine in a very wet, sloppy kiss that tasted like beer. His tongue found mine and he was moaning softly. This was not at all how I imagined my first kiss to be, but so far with Eddie nothing was as I expected it to be. Now his mouth was on my ear as he held me tightly to him and slurred, "I like you so much Billy, you're the one Billy, you're the one." He continued to hold me close and I could tell that he was hard, his vertical erection pressing forcefully against me. A rush of emotions came over me all at once: excitement, attraction and confusion. This was the most Eddie had ever said to me in the two months since we met, and it was a messy, drunk confession. I didn't know what to say.
As it turned out I didn't have to say anything, because Eddie suddenly turned his head to the side and began to vomit. Loudly. It was everywhere: on his jacket, shirt, shoes and even the back of the shed. "I have to get him out of here," I thought to myself, "Come on Eddie." I put my arm around him and tried to support him as best I could. He had to outweigh me by 30 pounds, easily. We stumbled back to the patio outside the sliding door and I plopped him into a lawn chair, ran inside and called my mom to come and get us, this was years before we would all have cell phones. She was surprised that I wanted to be picked up so early, but I assured her she'd understand once she got to Nathan's.
"Bye everyone, we're gonna get going," I announced to the living room.
"Oh, why?" Nathan asked, "Where's Eddie?"
"He's passed out drunk on the patio, my mom's on her way. Happy birthday Nathan, I'll see you guys on Monday. Oh, and don't look behind the shed for a few days unless you want to see what a Chinese buffet run through a blender looks like." Everyone waved to me and as I said this, I was already heading out the sliding door to fetch Eddie. He was out cold. "Eddie, wake up. We have to go out front and wait for my mom." My parents were what I would consider to be pretty cool, but I still hoped that my mother wouldn't be pissed off when she got a load of Eddie's condition.
He stirred just enough for me to half walk, half drag him to the front of the house. Just when I thought I couldn't support him for another second, my mom drove up. I opened the back door and poured Eddie into the back seat, pushing him over so I could slide in next to him. "It looks and smells like someone had a good time," my mom said with a smile. I was relieved that she wasn't upset.
"Yeah, this kid drank six beers in an hour." I said as I tried my best to get a seatbelt around Eddie.
Suddenly the thought of his parents popped into my mind. To their knowledge, I was the first real friend he ever had, and here I was returning him to them completely wasted after knowing him for only two months. "Eddie," I tried to rouse him a bit, "are your parents going to be angry when they see you like this?"
"They're in Portsmouth," he slurred, "Helen has a dance competition this weekend."
My mom and I glanced at each other in the rear-view. "Eddie," she said suddenly sounding very maternal, "I think you're coming home with us so that we can look after you. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone at home in this condition."
I glanced over at Eddie for his response. His head was hanging forward and he looked terrible. Then, for the second time since we met, the world stopped. Eddie Li smiled. A foggy, drunk, dreamy smile. The most serious person I had ever met, despite his awful condition, now looked happy and content. He began to mumble: "I'm going to Billy's house...my Billy's house...MY Billy's house. Going to Billy's house..." and he was out.
My mom and I glanced at each other in the mirror again and I shrugged my shoulders as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
End of part two
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