My First Asian
She was an American-born Korean girl from Jersey (or "Joisy," as she jokingly said it). Her name was Lynn. We were freshmen in college, and we lived on the same floor in our dorm. This was back in the fall of 1998.
My roommate and I had a few friends over for Halloween, just to drink a few beers and chill. She showed up wearing this beautiful butterfly costume. Not revealing at all, just very pretty. She had shoulder-length black hair and a slim body, with a nice curve at her hips. I couldn't stop checking her out.
The next day a mutual friend told me he'd "hooked up" with her the night before. Turns out they just went back to his room and made out for a while. He said her skin was so soft and she smelled so nice, but he had to stop because he couldn't commit "floor-cest."
I told him I wasn't bothered by such idiotic notions, and that I would love to hook up with her. Friend that he was, he passed along the word that I was interested in her. So Lynn started showing up in my dorm room more and more frequently.
To tell the truth, she was kind of annoying. She just didn't know when to stop talking, and she was somewhat awkward. And she had this habit of always stopping by when my roommate and I were busy studying. At the same time, I kind of felt sorry for her. Her parents were really strict and oppressive. They were forcing her to study engineering when she'd rather take Art classes. She wasn't doing well, and the pressure was wearing her down.
Then one Saturday night I came home from a party and knocked at her door. I knew her roommate was away for the weekend, so we'd have the place all to ourselves. My patience in letting her interrupt my studying every night was about to pay off.
She let me in right away. She didn't even seem surprised to see me. The room was bathed in soft ambient light, and she had Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing" CD playing on repeat.
I don't remember what was said, but we both knew why I was there. We soon ended up lying together in her warm, unmade bed. It was after midnight, and she must've been lying under the covers, listening to music, and feeling lonely.
She was wearing blue cloth shorts and a white t-shirt. I ran my hand up and down her thigh and we started kissing. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I had never felt anything like it before. And her lips seemed to melt in my mouth.
My friend was right, she smelled amazing, too. She wasn't wearing perfume or anything, but she just had this naturally delicious scent about her, nothing like a white girl's.
I pulled her shorts off, and took off her cute cartoon character panties. What I saw changed my life forever. There, for the first time, before my eyes I saw an Asian woman's long straight black pubes, standing straight up against her soft pale flesh. Up until that point, I had only been with white girls, and their bushes were all coarse and curly, like mine. But those soft black Asian pubes were like nothing I'd ever encountered before.
Immediately, I cupped her bush in my hand and thrust my middle finger into her wet pussy. She was so tight, I was afraid I'd lose circulation. Her vagina was so shallow, without any effort I was pushing against her cervix.
By this point, Lynn had taken off her t-shirt, so she was only in a black bra that perfectly complimented her black hair, black pubes, and pale off-white skin. "I don't even bother to take my bra off anymore," she said. She felt self-conscious about her small tits, which barely filled out an A cup-size. I told her that I preferred modest breasts, but she still refused to reveal hers. Oh well, I thought, I'd have ample opportunity to see her tiny tits later.
I took off all my clothes, too, so that my entire body was pressed up against her smooth soft skin. I had never felt such delicate stimulation before in my entire life.
As we continued kissing and rolling in the sheets, I finger-fucked her for a while, too roughly, I must admit. I was only 18 at the time, and I hadn't yet learned the art of masturbating a woman to orgasm by cupping your hand around her lips and rubbing in a circular motion to indirectly stimulate her clit.
"I've never had an orgasm before," Lynn confessed to me. I guess this was her way of telling me to give up the intense fingering. Instead, I begged her to let me lick her pussy, but she wouldn't allow it. While my fingers hadn't yet learned the art of pleasing a woman, my tongue was more than up to the task. Still, she refused. I later learned that it was out of consideration for me: she had an STD, and didn't want to share it. Apparently she had been around quite a bit. (I actually ended up with a disgusting wart on my middle finger from her pussy.)
"My ex-boyfriend would just tap me on the shoulder when he'd had enough kissing and was ready for a blowjob," she added. "What a dick! I would never treat you like that," I admitted. "Well, are you ready to cum?" I still hadn't given up hope of tasting her pussy, so I persisted in my demands for a little longer.
Eventually, though, she decided she'd had enough and reached down to grab my thick, hairy white cock. By this point I was so turned on that I really couldn't hold back any longer. With my finger still inside her pussy, pressing against her cervix and her G-spot, Lynn jerked me off to orgasm in less than a minute. I moaned and shivered as the hot white cum flew out onto my pubic hair and all over Lynn's delicate hand. "That was fast!" she laughed, as she reached for a box of tissues and helped me clean up.
It was too fast. I still wanted her, wanted to taste her pussy more than anything else.
We lied in bed together cuddling for a while, with Lynn's soft black hair gently nestling against my chest. She talked to me about her overbearing parents, her emotionally abusive ex-boyfriends, and even her controlling white girlfriends. We had similar tastes in music, and we both spoke French. Lynn's delicateness and vulnerability awakened my protective instincts, and I pulled her close to me, cradling her in my arms tenderly.
I now realize that THIS is what she wanted, the emotional support, a friend in bed to listen to her problems and make her forget her loneliness, even just for one night. With all the regrets I have about how I subsequently treated Lynn, I'm glad I could at least help her escape her life that one time, on a chill early November evening as we stared into the darkness and listened to Sarah McLachlan together.
I was 18, though, and incredibly horny. Lying there next to Lynn soon made my cock hard again, even though I had just came. Lynn noticed, and when I started begging her to let me lick her pussy, she offered to take care of me. When she started stroking my dick again, though, it hurt a little, and she got concerned.
"Well, I could put a condom on, but that would be too much like sex, right?" She asked. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was offering to have sex with me. I was still a virgin. If I had realized what she was saying, then Lynn would have been the woman I lost my virginity to. Instead, I just agreed with her that a condom would be "weird."
So Lynn slid down in between my legs and started running her soft lips up and down the shaft of my throbbing cock. Then she took my dickhead into her tiny mouth and sucked tightly, all while squeezing and massaging my hairy balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with the other. Although I had just cum less than an hour before, Lynn's mouth was so soft and wet that I couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm getting close," I warned her, not wanting to bust in her mouth. "I'll be able to tell when you're about to come," she replied, confirming my suspicion that she was indeed an experienced cock sucker.
After a few more minutes, Lynn felt the initial spasm from my shaft and removed her mouth, just in time to stroke out another heavy load onto my bush. Exhausted, I collapsed as she wiped up my semen with a tissue. In just moments I was snoring away with Lynn's head on my chest. She teased me the next morning about my snoring, too!
Lynn and I hooked up a few more times over the next few weeks. Usually just late night visits, me fingering her and she jerking me off while my roommate was either out or unaware of what was going on. Then I decided to call it off. I just couldn't handle how annoying she was out of bed, when other people were around and she would make awkward comments and not take hints that she was being inappropriate. One day, maybe a month later, she stopped by with two guys from her Engineering class. "This is him," she told them. I guess they were her new love interests, and she was now telling them what a dick I was for using her. (I never did get to see her tits.)
After freshman year, I didn't see Lynn again until right before graduation. She was standing outside on the street, nervously smoking a cigarette. She didn't acknowledge me. And she looked like she wasn't doing so well.
To this day, I regret that I didn't pursue things further with her on an emotional level. I think we could've helped each other a lot, in a lot of different ways. Having her as my GF for a year would've been a lot better than what ended up happening with other girls. I still think of her often, and I hope she's finally happy now, and is doing ok.
My roommate and I had a few friends over for Halloween, just to drink a few beers and chill. She showed up wearing this beautiful butterfly costume. Not revealing at all, just very pretty. She had shoulder-length black hair and a slim body, with a nice curve at her hips. I couldn't stop checking her out.
The next day a mutual friend told me he'd "hooked up" with her the night before. Turns out they just went back to his room and made out for a while. He said her skin was so soft and she smelled so nice, but he had to stop because he couldn't commit "floor-cest."
I told him I wasn't bothered by such idiotic notions, and that I would love to hook up with her. Friend that he was, he passed along the word that I was interested in her. So Lynn started showing up in my dorm room more and more frequently.
To tell the truth, she was kind of annoying. She just didn't know when to stop talking, and she was somewhat awkward. And she had this habit of always stopping by when my roommate and I were busy studying. At the same time, I kind of felt sorry for her. Her parents were really strict and oppressive. They were forcing her to study engineering when she'd rather take Art classes. She wasn't doing well, and the pressure was wearing her down.
Then one Saturday night I came home from a party and knocked at her door. I knew her roommate was away for the weekend, so we'd have the place all to ourselves. My patience in letting her interrupt my studying every night was about to pay off.
She let me in right away. She didn't even seem surprised to see me. The room was bathed in soft ambient light, and she had Sarah McLachlan's "Surfacing" CD playing on repeat.
I don't remember what was said, but we both knew why I was there. We soon ended up lying together in her warm, unmade bed. It was after midnight, and she must've been lying under the covers, listening to music, and feeling lonely.
She was wearing blue cloth shorts and a white t-shirt. I ran my hand up and down her thigh and we started kissing. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I had never felt anything like it before. And her lips seemed to melt in my mouth.
My friend was right, she smelled amazing, too. She wasn't wearing perfume or anything, but she just had this naturally delicious scent about her, nothing like a white girl's.
I pulled her shorts off, and took off her cute cartoon character panties. What I saw changed my life forever. There, for the first time, before my eyes I saw an Asian woman's long straight black pubes, standing straight up against her soft pale flesh. Up until that point, I had only been with white girls, and their bushes were all coarse and curly, like mine. But those soft black Asian pubes were like nothing I'd ever encountered before.
Immediately, I cupped her bush in my hand and thrust my middle finger into her wet pussy. She was so tight, I was afraid I'd lose circulation. Her vagina was so shallow, without any effort I was pushing against her cervix.
By this point, Lynn had taken off her t-shirt, so she was only in a black bra that perfectly complimented her black hair, black pubes, and pale off-white skin. "I don't even bother to take my bra off anymore," she said. She felt self-conscious about her small tits, which barely filled out an A cup-size. I told her that I preferred modest breasts, but she still refused to reveal hers. Oh well, I thought, I'd have ample opportunity to see her tiny tits later.
I took off all my clothes, too, so that my entire body was pressed up against her smooth soft skin. I had never felt such delicate stimulation before in my entire life.
As we continued kissing and rolling in the sheets, I finger-fucked her for a while, too roughly, I must admit. I was only 18 at the time, and I hadn't yet learned the art of masturbating a woman to orgasm by cupping your hand around her lips and rubbing in a circular motion to indirectly stimulate her clit.
"I've never had an orgasm before," Lynn confessed to me. I guess this was her way of telling me to give up the intense fingering. Instead, I begged her to let me lick her pussy, but she wouldn't allow it. While my fingers hadn't yet learned the art of pleasing a woman, my tongue was more than up to the task. Still, she refused. I later learned that it was out of consideration for me: she had an STD, and didn't want to share it. Apparently she had been around quite a bit. (I actually ended up with a disgusting wart on my middle finger from her pussy.)
"My ex-boyfriend would just tap me on the shoulder when he'd had enough kissing and was ready for a blowjob," she added. "What a dick! I would never treat you like that," I admitted. "Well, are you ready to cum?" I still hadn't given up hope of tasting her pussy, so I persisted in my demands for a little longer.
Eventually, though, she decided she'd had enough and reached down to grab my thick, hairy white cock. By this point I was so turned on that I really couldn't hold back any longer. With my finger still inside her pussy, pressing against her cervix and her G-spot, Lynn jerked me off to orgasm in less than a minute. I moaned and shivered as the hot white cum flew out onto my pubic hair and all over Lynn's delicate hand. "That was fast!" she laughed, as she reached for a box of tissues and helped me clean up.
It was too fast. I still wanted her, wanted to taste her pussy more than anything else.
We lied in bed together cuddling for a while, with Lynn's soft black hair gently nestling against my chest. She talked to me about her overbearing parents, her emotionally abusive ex-boyfriends, and even her controlling white girlfriends. We had similar tastes in music, and we both spoke French. Lynn's delicateness and vulnerability awakened my protective instincts, and I pulled her close to me, cradling her in my arms tenderly.
I now realize that THIS is what she wanted, the emotional support, a friend in bed to listen to her problems and make her forget her loneliness, even just for one night. With all the regrets I have about how I subsequently treated Lynn, I'm glad I could at least help her escape her life that one time, on a chill early November evening as we stared into the darkness and listened to Sarah McLachlan together.
I was 18, though, and incredibly horny. Lying there next to Lynn soon made my cock hard again, even though I had just came. Lynn noticed, and when I started begging her to let me lick her pussy, she offered to take care of me. When she started stroking my dick again, though, it hurt a little, and she got concerned.
"Well, I could put a condom on, but that would be too much like sex, right?" She asked. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was offering to have sex with me. I was still a virgin. If I had realized what she was saying, then Lynn would have been the woman I lost my virginity to. Instead, I just agreed with her that a condom would be "weird."
So Lynn slid down in between my legs and started running her soft lips up and down the shaft of my throbbing cock. Then she took my dickhead into her tiny mouth and sucked tightly, all while squeezing and massaging my hairy balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with the other. Although I had just cum less than an hour before, Lynn's mouth was so soft and wet that I couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm getting close," I warned her, not wanting to bust in her mouth. "I'll be able to tell when you're about to come," she replied, confirming my suspicion that she was indeed an experienced cock sucker.
After a few more minutes, Lynn felt the initial spasm from my shaft and removed her mouth, just in time to stroke out another heavy load onto my bush. Exhausted, I collapsed as she wiped up my semen with a tissue. In just moments I was snoring away with Lynn's head on my chest. She teased me the next morning about my snoring, too!
Lynn and I hooked up a few more times over the next few weeks. Usually just late night visits, me fingering her and she jerking me off while my roommate was either out or unaware of what was going on. Then I decided to call it off. I just couldn't handle how annoying she was out of bed, when other people were around and she would make awkward comments and not take hints that she was being inappropriate. One day, maybe a month later, she stopped by with two guys from her Engineering class. "This is him," she told them. I guess they were her new love interests, and she was now telling them what a dick I was for using her. (I never did get to see her tits.)
After freshman year, I didn't see Lynn again until right before graduation. She was standing outside on the street, nervously smoking a cigarette. She didn't acknowledge me. And she looked like she wasn't doing so well.
To this day, I regret that I didn't pursue things further with her on an emotional level. I think we could've helped each other a lot, in a lot of different ways. Having her as my GF for a year would've been a lot better than what ended up happening with other girls. I still think of her often, and I hope she's finally happy now, and is doing ok.
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