We're a Wonderful Wife Ch. 03

It's been almost a year since Don and Lanh stood on the frozen pond and pledged to spend their lives together. They finished their Junior year in high school and spent an entire summer together. Lanh grew to love farming and became a valuable hand on the Campbell farm while Don fell in love with working at the restaurant with Lanh's family, and in their time together they grew as a couple and slowly began to explore their bodies. Now that they have turned eighteen, holding back is becoming more difficult.

We're a Wonderful Wife

Chapter 3

Seniors

"Nhanh lên!" Lanh shouted as she walked alongside Don as he swam. To most people it sounded like she was shouting "n'yen yen" but in English "Nhanh lên" means "Hurry up!" As he turned his head to breathe Don could see her tiny bare feet as she walked alongside him, her high-pitched voice clearly audible to him as he knifed through the water. Halfway down his last length of the pool, she started shrieking "Đi đi mau! Đi đi mau!" which very roughly translates to "Go! Go!" This was Don's cue to give it everything he had.

He poured it on, using all his remaining energy in this last burst of speed, his legs churning the water to foam, his arms pulling him through the water with every erg of strength remaining to him. Lanh's cries of "Đi đi mau!" spurred him on to do better, to go faster, to do it for her. And there it was, the final yard! His arm shot forward and struck the pool wall and Lanh yelled TIME! The word echoed in the empty school pool room long after the sounds of Don's efforts faded.

Gasping deep draughts of air, Don barely had the strength to cling to the end of the pool. He didn't have the energy to look around and see where the coach was, instead he gasped for air, looking up at Lanh, admiring her trim form in her skintight one-piece swimming suit. In turn, Lanh looked at Coach Mach who looked at his stopwatch and then wrote something on his clipboard.

Don gazed up at Lanh's figure and admired everything that he saw. When they first met her figure was so childlike, her legs were pencil thin and her chest was flat with only her expressive nipples to show a hint of what nature had in store for her soon. Now, almost two years later, her waist has slimmed some, and her hips have flared to give a delicate hourglass shape to her overall figure, her legs, once thin and fragile-looking like matchsticks with knobby knees, are now feminine and delightful, and her breasts are small and firm, perfect teacups that he madly loves.

Don and Lanh turned 18 this summer, Lanh on June 29th, and Don on August 31st. They threw a party on July 30th, the day between their birthdays, celebrating their 18th birthdays. With the drinking age being 21, the 18th birthday isn't as much fun as it once was, but that didn't stop Kim-ly and Bao from plying Lanh with as much beer as they could. They wanted to see how many Coors Lites it would take to get their tiny sister drunk. The answer was: three.

Coach Mach was impressed with the numbers Don turned in and he respected Lanh too much to tease her with anything but the answer to her unspoken question. He simply smiled at her and nodded his head; Don had just beaten his personal best time.

Lanh squealed and jumped in the pool and slid into Don's exhausted arms. Coach Mach just shook his head as the young couple hugged. This is something he has not seen in years, high school couples come and go, but these two! It is so rare to see a couple that takes such joy in each other's accomplishments, Don was there for every debate and debate prep that Lanh had as captain of the debate team, and today Lanh was here for Don's swim team try-outs. Even if his top swimmer returned in the autumn with an Olympic medal, they still must try out to make the team. If you don't like it and you don't want to try out, the chess team is always looking for new players. And Lanh didn't act like other swimmer's girlfriends, sitting bored in the bleachers reading a book while their boyfriend swam, Lanh actively coaches him, just as she did all last season in their junior year as he recovered from that assault.

"All right you two! Cool it off." Being seniors and a full year older than his other senior students didn't get them a pass on their behavior, but being straight-A students, the captain of the debate team, and one of his best swimmers did. Well... a little bit. He shook his head knowing what the next question was going to be, and as usual, it was Lanh who asked it.

"How much did he beat it by?"

Deep sigh. "Two point five seconds." Lanh's joyful squeal of surprise nearly pierced the coach's eardrums, and the echo in the pool room gave him a headache. Then it was silent, dead silent as Lanh gave her chosen man a sweet, passionate kiss. He looked down at the kissing couple. "HEY! I don't care if you are eighteen, not in my pool! Go hit the showers."

"Yes, coach!" called Don as he and Lanh climbed out of the pool and headed for the locker room.

"SEPARATE showers!" called Coach Mach without turning around to see what the couple was up to.

"Yes coach," called Lanh and she turned around at the boy's locker room door and headed for the girl's locker room.

"Lanh! Come see me before you two head out."

"Yes coach," called Lanh from the depths of the girl's locker room.

Coach Mach chuckled as he headed to his office, he was crazy about those kids. At one point they were both one small step from dropping out, running away, becoming addicts, or something even more self-destructive, and at the last moment, they found each other. It was a miracle, a miracle that he wished happened more often. He thought of Don and Lanh as he considered all the troubled and lonely kids in his care and shook his head sadly at the plight of many of his students.

He tossed his clipboard on his desk, sat down, and got back to the mundane life of a high school teacher. Fifteen minutes later he was filling out his trial line-up when a barely audible tap on the door announced Lanh's arrival. "Come in," he said as he removed the document from the old Remington typewriter and reached for the stapler. Without looking up he said "Don, can you give us a moment?"

"Yes, coach."

He looked up to see Lanh and Don standing side by side in front of his desk, holding hands. "Alone?"

"Yes, coach." Slowly Don turned and headed for the door, their hands didn't part until Don was nearly at the door, their eyes fixed on each other until the door was closed. Lanh turned to face the coach and she looked utterly heartbroken that he asked Don to leave.

"Please sit Miss Nguyen." He waited until Lanh primly sat in a chair in front of his desk. He looked at some papers on his desk and said "I'm going to put on my guidance counselor hat for a moment..." as with many small schools, the staff performed double duties, Coach Mach, head of athletics now became Mr. Mach, guidance counselor. "You do know that you will be eligible to graduate in January, right?"

"Yes," nodded Lanh, and she very quickly added, "but I won't."

"I uh... you won't?" he was stunned, normally when a student finds out they're eligible to graduate early, they start making plans to hit the road. "Because of Don?"

"If I go away to college, Don will follow, and he will not graduate. If he does not graduate, he cannot enlist. If he cannot enlist our plans will be ruined. So, I stay more months, he graduates with honors, I graduate with honors, everyone happy." Her slight accent was becoming more pronounced, showing that she was becoming upset, but Mr. Mach was unaware of that point.

"You don't mean to tell me that..." he twirled his wedding ring to show that he was afraid they would elope.

"Mister Mach, I have tell my father our plans, it not easy to say no to Vietnamese father. To say no to you is much easy." Lanh started to panic, the idea of graduating early didn't sound like a reward or an opportunity, it felt like the world was trying to pry Don out of her arms and separate them, a punishment. It's a good thing Don isn't here thought Lanh realizing how upset she was, if he heard her talking like this, he would quit the team and storm out of the office with Lanh in tow.

"Ok, good... relax Miss Nguyen! I just wanted to find out what your intentions are."

"We intend to..." she paused then blushed. "It private."

"Good, keep it that way. I called you in here because I need..."

Ten minutes later Lanh came out of the coach's office wearing an official Woodcutters Swim Team polo shirt featuring an embroidered "Grant Valley High School" and the image of Paul Bunyan leaning on his axe on the left breast. She was carrying a clipboard with a stopwatch mounted on the board to make timing the swimmers easier. "Impressive!" smiled Don as he reached for the office doorknob.

"Oh, there will be no need for that," Lanh said as she swatted his hand away from the doorknob. "Coach Mach is on a call. If you have urgent business with the coach, please let me know the details of the matter, and if I cannot resolve your issue, then I will be happy to schedule a meeting between you and the coach."

Don took Lanh into his arms, they locked eyes and he smiled down at his lovely little girlfriend. "And what does the team mascot have on my schedule?"

"Team Mascot?" Lanh deftly twisted away and flipped through the papers on her clipboard, "Funny, I can't find you on the team roster anywhere... oh wait... here you are... you're listed here under questionable potential..." she grinned and held her clipboard tight to her chest, "It says you're scheduled to take the official team timekeeper to the Nguyen restaurant to show off her new wardrobe, then you have some hay to put up back at the farm."

"May I escort the team timekeeper?" he bowed and proffered his left arm to Lanh who delicately rested her right hand on his arm.

"Please keep my hordes of fans at bay, would you kind sir?" The halls of the school were predictably empty being a week before school reopened and soon Don and Lanh were outside and seated in the "Three on the Tree GMC" the old rattling pickup truck that Don received for his 18^th birthday, rattling their way to Lanh's family's Pho restaurant. At the restaurant her oldest sister Tam was managing while her older brothers Huy and Trung were getting ready for the lunch rush. "Where are má and ba?" asked Lanh. (má and ba are Vietnamese terms of endearment for mom and dad)

"They are taking some time off," answered Tam, "Why do you... hey! Looking good tôm!" (shrimp) Tam made Lanh spin around so she could see the shirt from all angles. "I'm guessing Coach Mach had his sights on you for a few weeks."

"Why do you say that Chị?" asked Don who knew that Coach Mach wanted to ask Lanh to be the team timekeeper for weeks. (Chị is another pronoun being a term for older sister)

"Because they would normally get a small men's or women's shirt, which on her still fits like a tent, this shirt actually fits her." Tam rolled the collar so she could see the tag causing Lanh to twist around and pretend to be choking. "Boy's medium. He's been planning this for a while."

"It looks good on her," said Huy who knocked his older sister's hand out of the way freeing Lanh. He wrapped his arms around her. "How's my munchkin guppy?"

Lanh struggled to free herself from his grip, complaining the entire time that he was taking unfair advantage of her size until finally she twisted free and walked up to Don and hit him as hard as she could in his aching, exhausted arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"That was for not coming to my aid while I was being manhandled by those brutes!" she pointed angrily at Tam and Huy.

"Hey!" said Don holding up his hands in innocence, "that was a family thing, I'm an outsider here."

"You're going to be family soon enough," she said poking a finger in his chest like he was a truculent child, "my husband is expected to come to my aid." And with that she went to her room to change, leaving Don to explain what she had just said to his future in-laws.

"You're going to be family soon enough?" asked Tam loudly. "Did we miss something here?"

Don found himself surrounded by Tam, Huy, and Trung. Trung was grinning, Huy looked like he was ready to hear the punchline or else start punching, and Tam had a sharp knife in her hand and was aiming it at parts of Don's body that both he and Lanh want to be left attached. "We're just talking about what we plan to do when we get married."

"WHEN you get married? Did you propose to her?" demanded Huy.

"Not yet..."

"More important, did you ask fathers permission to marry his baby?" growled Tam.

"No, of course not," Don said to Tam.

"Why not?" demanded Huy.

"Because he'll say no and then we won't be able to get married." Tam brought the knife closer. "BUT,

I will ask for his blessing."

"And what if he says no?" growled Tam.

Don shrugged and grinned at his Roman Catholic friends. "So what? He ain't the pope."

Tam smiled, put her arms around Don's shoulders, and gave him a hug. "You are just what my dorky little sister needs," she sniffed.

"I like this one," said Huy. "Much better than that nerd that you picked out." Tam continued to hug Don, but Huy found himself staring at a very sharp knife.

Dressed in a long denim skirt and one of Don's flannel work shirts, Lanh came back into the restaurant part of their home where she found Don being grilled by her sister and brothers about their future plans.

"Where are you going to live?"

"On my farm."

"What are you going to do?"

"Farm."

"What is Lanh going to do?"

"Farm."

"What about children?"

"They can farm too."

"Ok, that's about enough," said Lanh, wrapping herself around Don's arm. "We got some farmin' to do, come on dear."

As she led Don out of the restaurant, he looked down at her and said, "Why did you do that to me?"

"Do what dear?" she looked up at him, her eyes wide in faux surprise.

"Call me your husband before we get engaged. Are you trying to get me in trouble with your family?"

"Oopsie!" she giggled and covered her mouth with her free hand. "Did I do that? As a lowly team mascot, I'm not capable of being devious, or even smart. I'm simply kawaii." She emphasized kawaii, the Japanese term for cute, by taking off her glasses and batting her eyelashes.

He opened the truck's passenger door and boosted her up into the seat. "Every day I find more reasons to love you. Admitting being in a state of kawaii is another." He leaned in for a kiss and she responded eagerly.

When their lips parted, she gasped, "Let's get married now. We're eighteen, we can do it. Let's elope before school opens up."

"Our parents will freak."

"I want a maternity graduation gown," she said as he got in the driver's side and started the truck.

"Wait until I have a life insurance policy that will support you and the baby after your mom stabs me to death."

"Oh, you're exaggerating," she said as they rounded a tight curve scattering gravel. "Dad will shoot you long before mom gets close enough with her knife."

As they bounced along the country roads to the Campbell farm, Lanh snuggled up to Don, and Don put his arm around her shoulder, his right hand seemed to naturally be drawn to her breast. As he gently massaged her tit through her shirt Don thought back to a conversation he had with Dr. Tam Nguyen, Ph.D., psychologist, sister, and blackbelt.

Tam had come out to the farm to talk to Lanh. Lanh led her out to the yard where some hay was stacked up in the shade of a large maple tree. The sisters talked while sitting on a stack of hay bales for a good long time while Don worked in the tractor shed. Lanh had promised Don's dad Ralph that she'd help the veterinarian with an ailing calf, so she and her sister Tam had to cut their conversation short when Ralph announced, "The veterinarian is here."

Tam was far ahead of Lanh in her schooling. While Lanh just turned 18 and is getting ready to start her senior year in high school, and her future plans are to become a farm wife, raise children, and get her college on the side, Tam graduated high school at 15 and went straight to the University of Minnesota and now has her doctorate in psychology. While Lanh is short, slim, and cute, Tam is over half a foot taller and curvier than Lanh. Tam is often described as breathtakingly beautiful, a beauty that came from her mother and is shared with her sisters.

Don always thought that Tam and Lanh had a mother/daughter relationship more than a sisterly relationship and little did he know how right he was with that assessment, yet Lanh has never explained her relationship with Tam to Don. Lanh is still learning to turn to her mother for guidance when a problem comes up, but when Tam is in town Lanh always turns to Tam for help, a situation that pains and confuses their mother, Mai.

Walking back to her car Tam heard the Klank! Klank! Klank! of someone pounding on something in the tractor shed, so she poked her nose inside to see what the ruckus was all about. She walked into the tractor shed and marveled again at all the stored machinery. Don saw Tam approaching out of the corner of his eye and called out, "Hey doc." Don had a heavy ball-peen hammer and was really pounding on a tractor.

"Why do you hate this tractor?" asked Tam as she eased into the metal tractor seat. All she knew about the tractor was that it was a John Deere, and she only knew that because it said so on the side. It was old, green, and the bouncy metal seat was surprisingly comfortable.

"I don't hate it; I just enjoy hitting it."

"You appear frustrated, are you frustrated?" asked Tam as she slipped into Doctor mode.

"I don't know, you just talked to Lanh for about 3 hours, am I frustrated?"

Tam smiled. Don may look like a simple Minnesota farm boy, but when he wants to cut the crap, he knows right where to stick the knife. "I would be if I were you."

Don paused and looked at the beautiful woman perched on his tractor seat. "You need to know this right now; I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love Lanh. I would do anything for her if she asked."

"She says you have yellow fever."

Don laughed; yellow fever is an imaginary condition that a non-Asian male gets that causes him to become attracted to Asian women. "If I had yellow fever, you'd be in serious trouble right now, ol' girl."

"Old girl?" Tam whooped in laughter. "I'd give you a run for your money, you young whipper-snapper."

"If I merely had yellow fever, I'd take you up on that offer. But I don't. I have Lanh fever." Don suddenly looked sad. "I want her to enjoy being with me, instead I terrify her."

"She's not scared of you, but she is a bit... concerned. Look, you're both virgins..."

"And we're going to stay that way... for now."

"Well, you're going to try. And I believe you two want to succeed, but from what she says, your... equipment is... a little intimidating."

"I'm just average doc. I've been in enough locker rooms to know what I've got," Don looked depressed.

"But she hasn't. What you need to keep in mind is that yours is the first adult penis she's ever seen. Look, when we first start out, we girls don't know what to expect. Yeah, we babysit and change diapers, but little boys are really, really, little. Things change between eight months and eighteen years, and when the biggest thing you've ever introduced into yourself is a small tampon and the occasional finger, a throbbing, full-grown man is kind of terrifying. Especially when you're tiny like Lanh."