The Story Of Nok Pt. 01
Since Nok did not want to go on to university, she quickly became able to pay her own way, working with her mother Som, as a cleaner. Daily they would disappear together early in the morning, trooping home hours later, tired. Nok would then dive into her room, staying there for hours at a time.
I found this kind of behavior a little odd and I wondered whether she was homesick. After all, being ripped out of Thai culture and thrust into an entirely foreign one would be difficult, at the best of times. But Som told me that her daughter was perfectly happy.
"She loves being here," my wife replied to yet another of my persistent inquires on the topic.
"She seems so quiet, withdrawn," I said, "And she hides in her room."
"This is who she is. The same in Thailand."
I finally accepted her explanation. Nok was just a shy young woman. She liked her privacy and was happy to spend hours watching Netflix or pop videos. So I let it go.
Two years passed with little change in Nok. She didn't have a boyfriend and she hadn't appeared to cultivate any friendships. Her apparent self-containment when compared to the average 20 year old was unnerving. She responded to my greetings and small talk but never went beyond the most perfunctory reply.
Nor did she seem much interested in her appearance. She was clean and tidy but hung out in oversized t-shirts and track pants. She allowed her hair to grow long and it swung as she sauntered about the house. One day I was watching her prepare a Tom Yum Moo in the kitchen when I found myself asking whether she was pretty or not. Yes, she was very slim and had a shapely backside. But her face was fairly plain, erring slightly on the side of pretty. I guessed that she could probably do a lot more with how she looked if she cared to do so.
Everything changed when Som suddenly passed away. She had had some health problems before we met but they appeared to have settled down. Our marriage had been a very happy one and I thought that I had finally met my life partner. It is hard to explain how loss and grief work -- they follow no rational path -- but the next six months were the most difficult of my life. Each day was a struggle and if not for Nok, I might not have made it. She took up all the work that her mum had been used to doing -- cleaning, cooking and so forth. She still said very little to me but I was grateful for her help in a time of crisis. Sometimes at night I could hear her quietly weeping in her room, something that would often set me off too.
Things had started to settle into something approaching a normal life again when Nok asked if we could talk. This in itself was a most unusual event, so I jumped to the most likely conclusion -- she wanted to return to Thailand. I had wondered how long she would be willing to stick things so far away from the rest of her family and I guessed that she had made the decision to go.
Nok's English was very good. Even though she said very little, ordinarily, she understood everything that was said around her. I asked her how I could help her.
"I want to ask you a question Rob," she said quietly.
She went on, "I wanted to know if you are going to get married again."
It came out of left field really. What a question! Why on earth did she want to know that for? I thought for a moment before I answered.
"I don't know Nok. Maybe one day I will."
There was a long silence. So I ventured a question of my own.
"Do you want to go home to your family in Thailand?"
She looked a little fearful. Her eyes were cast down at the floor.
"Do you want me to go?" she said faintly.
"No. That's not what I mean Nok. I was wondering if you missed your family. Maybe you would prefer to be with them in Thailand. You followed your mum here, remember?"
There was another pause and she looked up at me.
"I want to stay in Australia. I like it here."
"You are welcome to stay. This is your home," I said, by way of reassurance.
She brightened up somewhat, even managing a smile.
It occurred to me yet again what a strange young lady Nok was. There was no way of reading how she felt or what she wanted, or why she had an interest in any future marriages I might make. Only 10 months had passed since I had lost Som and I was in no mood for dating. What was she thinking, I wondered?
Home life continued much as before, though Nok was a little more responsive, even making an effort to start conversations now and then. She also began make kind gestures like turning down my bed each night. She would pull back the covers a little, turn on bed-side lamp and make things homely. I thought it was very sweet of her though I wondered about how appropriate it was. I noticed too that her dress sense was improving.
A few more months passed with little change. One night Nok made me one of my Thai favourites, Pa Ga Pow Gai. We sat down at the table together, for a change, and I poured her a glass of red not knowing if she would drink it. I had never seen her drink anything alcoholic before. But she seemed to enjoy it so I refilled the glass before she could object. It was nice to see her let her hair down. The wine may have been talking during the following exchange. But whatever, it just came out of the blue!
"Rob. Do you think you will marry again? A Thai woman?" she said, a little unsteadily.
"That question again! Well, I really don't know Nok. But if I do marry, yes, she will probably be a Thai woman."
"You like Thai women?"
"Yes I do."
Something at that very moment landed in my head, a thought that I had never considered before.
"Do you want me to get married again?" I said by way of pursuing a line of inquiry.
"Oh. You can choose. I think she will be very lucky."
"Thank you," I said, wondering where this might go, "But what about you Nok. Are you going to get married one day?"
"Well," she said pausing, "I think there only one person."
Now I am 46 years of age and Nok was on the cusp of 21, but it was starting to dawn on me that maybe, just maybe, I was the person she was thinking of. It seemed ridiculous and impossible. But then, she was a very odd girl indeed. And frankly, I couldn't think who else it could be, unless she was talking about a work colleague, one she never appeared to date. It was possible that she was seeing someone at work and keeping it a secret.
That night I lay in bed thinking over the possible scenarios. Firstly, my libido had returned with force after a long period of mourning. Secondly, a moderately attractive young woman may have expressed an interest in me, though I couldn't be sure. Thirdly, that woman was a few metres away in an adjacent bedroom. These points in favour were weighed up against a very real downside. Friends and family members were unlikely to look kindly on a man who dates his dead wife's daughter, even supposing that he had no real fatherly connection with her.
I was cogitating on this when Nok's door opened and she passed my room on the way to the bathroom. On the way back she stopped at the door.
"Are you comfortable?" she said, somewhat sleepily.
She was wearing only a nightie but the light was too poor to tell if she had knickers on.
"Yes, I think I am thank you."
"It looks very comfortable in your bed," she added smiling.
"It's a great bed," was the only thing that I could think of.
Good lines don't always come when you need them.
"Is your bed comfortable too?" I asked, flailing for a direction to go.
"Yes just for me though. Your bed is double size, isn't it?"
"Definitely double," I replied.
"Maybe you get lonely sometimes."
Finally I decided to summon the courage and try it on.
"Um, do you, um, want to try out this bed? See if you like it?"
I had committed myself, though not irrevocably. She had brought up the topic. I was just pushing it along.
Nok did not answer but instead came into the room. My heart was beginning to beat with the excitement of what might come next. She sat on the end of the bed then lay down next to me.
"Very, very nice. Soft and a good feeling," she cooed.
She stayed motionless for a full minute.
It appeared as if she might fall asleep, so I said, "Would you like to sleep here tonight?"
She looked across at me, smiling. I motioned for her to move so I could pull the doona back and she hopped off the bed. I thought that she might change her mind and leave, but instead, she pulled her nightie off over her head. She was completely naked underneath.
"Come here," I said, feeling my cock harden.
She slid in next to me and I pulled her to me, kissing her. For a beginner, she seemed to know all about passion, her tongue sliding into my mouth with abandon. She reached under the doona to find my dick and seemed delighted at its stiffness. I flipped back the cover to reveal my swollen manhood in all its glory. She took the cue like a professional and swooped down and began sucking.
It was here that her inexperience was obvious, her teeth making contact with my shaft to my discomfort.
"Honey," I said, "No teeth."
I demonstrated with my finger.
"It's okay. Just suck the cock. Use your lips and tongue. No teeth."
She was, in truth, a fast learner. After a few minutes, she not only had a rhythm up, but I felt my balls getting ready to lighten. Shooting my first load in months into her mouth seemed a bit like a waste. I gently moved her head to one side.
"You don't like my suck?" she said, looking a little upset.
"No honey. It's fantastic. I was going to come. You know, shoot," I said with an explanatory gesture.
She laughed and replied, "That's okay. I can drink it. I want to."
"Maybe next time," I replied.
I was puzzled that an apparent virgin would know about swallowing. But being aroused, as I was, meant I had more important things to take care of. Nok lay back and I dived down between her legs, tasting her glorious twat. She had shaved her pubic hair into a curious exclamation mark, a thin black vertical line. I could only wonder where this idea had come from. My position also gave me a lovely view up her torso. She had small breasts with large flat nipples and a slim waistline. With her eyes closed and the long shock of black hair hanging down, she really was quite sexy.
She moaned as my tongue hit all the right spots, though, despite my best efforts, I couldn't bring her to orgasm. Still, it was clear that she enjoyed my attentions. After a while I began to throb for another kind of entry to her pussy. I had a condom in the top drawer of my dresser and reached to get it out.
She waved it aside, saying, "It's okay Rob. I don't need."
I had no intention of risking a pregnancy and flipped open the seal on the packet. She sat up.
"I don't need. I take a tablet every day."
I was gob smacked! How could she be on the Pill? My misjudgments of this girl were mounting by the hour.
"You are taking the Pill? The contraceptive Pill?" I asked with no little astonishment.
She nodded and said, "Please fuck me now."
I did not need any further encouragement. I pushed her legs gently apart and slapped her lips with the head of my cock.
"Is this your first time Nok?"
"Yes."
I worked my dick slowly through the tight opening, slowly enough so as not to hurt her. It was the narrowest fit I had ever had, but enjoyable and sexy nonetheless. Nok moaned and made a cute "oooing" sound as I pushed further in. After a while it felt safe enough to begin a regular sliding motion. I watched excitedly as my shaft moved in and out of her virgin box. Leaning over her now, I pecked at her lips with little kisses.
"I like this," she said breathily.
"You like my cock in your pussy?"
"Yes. I like it. Let's do every day."
Truthfully, I was so excited that it became harder and harder not to blow. But her moaning and general arousal made it impossible. I came noisily inside her.
Nok began kissing me with a passion after the last of my juice was spent.
"I want to please you," she whispered in between big pashes.
I rolled off and Nok continued to ply me with kisses over my neck and chest. She patted my dick and said,
"What a good boy. You did a good job!"
I laughed and sat up. I had not really had a chance to admire her body, which was way better in the nude than hidden under oversized garments. With a few more kilos I could see her figure filling out very pleasingly. Also, when she smiled, she was really quite pretty.
But I was still very curious about where she had gained her knowledge of sex, which struck me as more advanced than that of your typical virgin.
The following day, after she had left for work, I went to her laptop. Fortunately she had no password, so I began trawling through her saved data, now and then picking the tell-tale sign of a porn file. Searching her browser history confirmed my suspicions -- she had been looking at porn videos over a period of three months -- and her tastes seemed to vary widely.
There was the usual couple sex, but also group sex, oral, threesomes, gloryhole and anal, to name but a few categories. I began to get aroused just thinking about her watching this kind of stuff, never mind it's apparent educational value.
I could see some potentially fun times ahead with Nok. Not to stamp on her dreams, but I couldn't see any way that I was going to marry her. That was too difficult - a 25 year age gap was a bridge too far for me. That did not mean, however, that we couldn't have a year of two of sexual bliss together.
It occurred to me too that an opportunity had dropped into my lap that might never come again. How often does a man get a chance to the write the script of his love life? In this game of love and lust she was a tabula rasa really. And I was holding the pen.
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