She said she wasn’t Chinese, that she was half Vietnamese and half Caucasian. Then she said, “I’m adopted.”
I looked at her. I was so high.
“I love adoption,” I said. She looked at me weirdly, then she laughed. I liked making her laugh, because then she wasn’t so ugly.
“I love adoption too,” said Tom.
We all laughed some more. Tom was tall and blond and handsome. The Sunday sun from the window was warm on my back.
We were sitting there, and then I said, as if it was the best idea I’d ever had, “Let’s play ‘Camping’!”
She asked what Camping was.
“Tom, go get a flashlight. And a sleeping bag. We’ll pretend we’re out in the woods, camping.” Tom got up and went out to get the stuff. I went to the door and closed it, and turned off the lights. She was on the floor, watching me. I went to the window and closed the blinds, which made it pretty dark in the room. There was only the light from around the sides of the blinds, which glowed, a dull, radioactive orange. I took the comforter off the bed and went over to her.
“Roll up in this blanket with me, and we’ll pretend it’s a sleeping bag,” I said. I laid the comforter on the floor. I opened my arms, and she got close to me. We lay on the comforter, I took her in my arms, and we rolled ourselves up in it. Our heads were covered too. We giggled.
Then I heard the door open. Tom was there, but I couldn’t see him and he didn’t say anything. He was standing there, and we were lying there. We were being quiet, as if he wouldn’t know where we were if we didn’t make a sound, as if we were out in the forest. We were giggling but we kept it in. Silent giggling.
“I got the flashlight,” he said from the doorway. That really made us want to laugh, because it sounded like a question. Very quietly I said, “Shhh.” Her face was right next to mine. She was holding on to me tightly.
Tom stood there, and then said, “Fuck you guys.”
I heard the door close, and it was all dark again, except for the radiating window.
“We’re camping,” I whispered.
“Yes, we’re camping,” she said.
Then I whispered, “I heard that Chinese people have sideways vaginas.”
She didn’t say anything. Her face was touching mine, cheek to cheek.
“I’m Vietnamese, half,” she said, like it was a secret, and like she hadn’t told me before.
“Do you have a half-sideways vagina?” I whispered.
She said, “No,” very quietly.
“Can I see?” I said. She was quiet, but not as long as before, and then she said okay. I took her pants off. We were still in our blanket, so it was hard to maneuver. I couldn’t see in the dark, but I could feel. Her ass was fantastic, very hard. And her tits were big for an Asian. I spit on my hand, and then I put my dick inside her. It was good. And in the dark I couldn’t see her face.
After—after I got her number, and after she left—Tom and I were in his room. We turned the lights on. It was dark outside now. He found a blood spot in the middle of the comforter.
I added it up. I had eighteen.
Part II
Headless
We talked on the phone a few times. She had just moved to Palo Alto. She was an orphan. She was half Vietnamese and half white, she had white adoptive parents. I didn’t talk long on the phone, just enough to make her feel comfortable. She didn’t talk much; I did all the talking. I was a nice guy. I’m a nice guy to everyone. I asked her questions. Her parents were both doctors. They lived in a big brown house near Castilleja, a few blocks down Embarcadero from the park with the wooden sculpture of the couple sitting on the bench. It was from France, and the couple was headless because Jason King sawed their heads off. He lived just across Embarcadero.
I called Pam one night and went over. She opened the door and came outside. Her parents were home. We went around the house to a shed in the backyard. She gave me a blow job in the shed. I asked her if she liked it. She said that she did. Then I left.
A week later, I was riding in Tom’s car. Seth was there too. I said, “Let’s go over to Pam’s.” Everyone said okay. I called her from a pay phone on University, then we went over. I knocked on the door. She came out.
“Hey, Pam,” I said. We all walked down the street to the park. Tom Carver and Seth Klein are my best friends. I call Seth “Chunk,” but he’s not that fat, just short and chunky, and hairy. Rich and Jewish. He has a big dick.
Pam wore sweatpants and a T-shirt and a brown jacket that looked like a man’s. We walked through the park, past the headless couple on the bench. A light was shining up from the ground at where the heads should have been, but they weren’t there, they were hidden in Jason King’s bedroom across the street.
We walked to the bowling green. The old people lawn-bowl there on Sundays. There’s a place in the fence that is easy to slip through. I went through first, then Pam, then Seth and Tom. It was secluded in there. Just moonlight. On one side there was a big community house. It was white with green trim and the three stories of windows were dark. It was old. No one lived there.
Seth was excited, he was bobbling around. Tom was smiling big. He had big white teeth and a blond flattop. He had a Budweiser bottle that he had carried in his jacket pocket. His jacket was denim with a white fur collar. He was handsome.
Pam took off the brown man’s jacket. She was in a white T-shirt, no bra.
Tom walked over to her. He was still holding his beer bottle. He just stood in front of her. She unbuckled his belt. Everyone laughed because we were excited. She unclasped his top button and unzipped his jeans. She took it out. She got on her knees in the middle of the soft, manicured bowling green.
After, Tom zipped up and walked back over to us, on the side. She stayed on her knees. Next, I walked over to her, before Seth, because I didn’t want her to be too messy. She had to do it for a while. I made a mess. It got on her shirt and hair. I laughed, and Tom laughed. She was all messy for Seth.
Tom and I sat off to the side, on the ledge of the green. We shared the rest of his beer and watched.
Seth started talking to her.
“Baby, baby, baby, Klein is gonna explode on you.” Everyone laughed. Even she laughed. “Ow,” said Seth. We laughed even more, and she laughed even more, and he said “Ow” again, and we all kept laughing and it kept happening, until Seth had to push her off. She was laughing quietly. Tom and I laughed a ton, because Seth looked so mad. Chubby little devil in the moonlight. Finally she stopped laughing and finished. He did it on her face.
She was on her knees and wiped her face with her shirt. It was cold, and the big community house looked haunted. She stood up and we left the bowling green. The guys went to the car. I walked her to her house. She carried the jacket in her arms.
* * *
That summer, there wasn’t much to do. It was just the guys a lot of the time. Usually we were over at Simon Kats’s house. His mom worked nights as a nurse. Pam came over a couple times. She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I went in and took her shirt off. Everyone lined up outside, and she blew everyone who went in there.
One afternoon we played football in the park next to the bowling green. Then we went to Jason King’s house to get drinks. Jason’s parents were gone. We were drinking sodas and vodka and smoking pot.
Pam came over. I got her into Jason’s parents’ bed. I got her naked. She wasn’t even drinking. The guys lined up outside the bedroom. We went in, two and three at a time. Everyone fucked her. She got really messy. Some of the guys were so smelly. The room smelled like oysters. I kept going back in with everyone, like I was the party host. I didn’t put my clothes on when I ushered people in. I was a wild monkey.
Toward the end, I got some vegetables from the refrigerator. I had carrots, and cucumbers, and a squash.