Chinese Take-Out 4: Mia Gets an Egg Roll - Sex Stories

Chinese Take-Out 4: Mia Gets an Egg Roll

The look Mia had on her face was stuck in the back of my head the rest of the day. It seemed to me as though it was mostly surprise but with a slight smirk. Li called me for the first time on her cell phone as she was leaving, not quite crying but feeling very embarrassed and wanting to find out what happened as she had bolted the instant I slammed the door. I told Li that I'd handle it, that she had no reason to worry because Mia was new enough to not be familiar with the area, but she knew me and was very sweet. That calmed Li down quite a bit, but her breathing seemed to get heavier on the phone. Her reaction to being “caught” gave me ideas of doing things to her in public, but even my lizard brain knew I couldn't do that to her. Even so, I decided to file that away in my mind for some watered down exhibitionism trick in the future if things continued. We hung up after making our good-byes and I had a resolve to handle Mia to protect Li. Despite our closeness in living, Mia and I didn't didn't see each other until Thursday, the day before we were to to get together for a friendly dinner and a movie. She spotted me as the grocery store, called my name, and I watched her walk toward me with a smirk on her face. I was sweating bullets, knowing she was moving closer by the second and desperately trying to think of something to say to her. When she was close enough, her smirk turned into a huge smile. “Hey stud. Have a good Tuesday?” I could feel my eyes bulging out at her as ...

... I choked and started coughing. Despite me, she was almost doubled over laughing at my embarrassment. When I finally settled my knee-jerk reaction to what she said, I tried my best to roll over to my smooth mode and said, “every day is good to me.” She giggled at that and started picking out limes as I felt up oranges to distract myself. Over the next few minutes she asked me how I met the “hot Chinese MILF” so I lied and told Mia I met her in anatomy class, partly as a joke. Mia had a good laugh about that and cracked a joke about “hands-on homework.” Obviously she didn't buy it for a second, but she didn't ask again. Instead, we discussed movies after she made clear that our “date” was still on and I'd “have to save that MILF for another time.” As we finished browsing and walked to the check-out lanes, we continued talking movies and parted ways. I was still a little uneasy but not as worried as I thought I'd be. After classes on Friday, Mia and I ran into each other again as we were walking back to our apartments. Things seemed great, Li was totally forgotten or so it seemed and I for one was not about to bring her back up. As we approached our complex, we were back onto movies. Mia knew her classics pretty well, but I was a big fan of the action movies from The Good, the Bad, the Ugly to the Bourne trilogy and she liked all kinds but especially gangster and mob ones like The Godfather and Casino. I also liked those, so I made the suggestion of A Bronx Tale, which she had ...