I had just dropped Katie off for her day of classes at the university. We had been a bit rushed this morning, spending a little bit longer in bed than we probably should have.
Reagan had taken the kids to school, but Katie had wanted a few more minutes with me so I had decided to be her chauffeur.
I hadn't had a chance to make coffee yet, and at this hour the caffeine withdrawal was beginning to hit.
I headed to one of the coffee shops I knew about on campus, and luckily found a parking spot as another car was just leaving. The shop was always busy as college kids and locals alike were eager to get their morning fix.
I waited in line for a few minutes, and a few minutes more for the coffee to be prepared.
I scanned the clientele as I snagged a two-person table. There were the obvious stoners, the down-to-business grad students, elderly dog walkers, and a group of rather attractive sorority-types. I glanced to the table next to me.
Seated there was a Asian girl who had shoulder length hair with indigo streaks in it. She was dressed like she might be heading to a cosplay event, in a plaid skirt, with white socks, and a navy cardigan that was too tight for a rather ample chest. She had the look of a manga character. She had dark rimmed glasses on, and her dark eyes were peering frustratedly at her computer screen.
She was cute and I couldn't help as my gaze kept returning to her. While I eagerly enjoyed all types of women, I would be lying if I denied that Asian girls always were my preference. My first wife had been Filipina, and after her unfortunate passing I had been introduced and quickly fell in love with Katie -- who is US-born, but 100% Korean. After we had married, we had opened up to live as a throuple with Reagan, who is half Filipina. So, I guess sure... I have a thing for Asian girls.
But unlike Katie's unsurpassed beauty or Reagan's incredible curves, this girl just had a cute but nerdy vibe. In fact, as she shifted her laptop screen a bit I could make out what appeared to be a VS Code window.
I slipped my coffee for a bit, just watching her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed perplexed by some problem in her code -- typing, staring at the screen, and then shaking her head and mumbling to herself.
"Excuse me young man, is this seat taken?" an elderly voice spoke. I looked back to see a smiling pair of senior women politely awaiting my reply.
"Oh here!" I said, promptly jumping from my chair and gesturing towards the seat.
"Oh, why thank you! Such a gentleman." The other woman said appreciatively.
Seeing my chance, I turned to the neighboring table. "I just lost my seat. May I join you?"
The girl looked up from her screen and nodded.
I took a seat, and returned to drinking my coffee.
An aggravated sigh escaped from her lips as she apparently encountered yet another roadblock in her code.
"Having trouble?" I asked.
She looked at me with a defeated look and nodded. After a few moments she asked, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about Python, do you?" She had a a very soft voice. It carried a distinct Chinese accent, but her sentences were masterfully American.
"Enough to maybe understand what you are having trouble with!" I offered.
She turned the laptop towards me.
"It doesn't seem to be recognizing my input." she explained.
I started to glance through the code, trying to get a grasp of what she was trying to accomplish. It appeared her program was supposed to be periodically fetching data from a service.
She rummaged through her laptop bag. "Oh no, I left my charger in my room." she complained just as a warning that a shutdown was imminent popped up in the corner of the screen.
"It is okay, I think I might know what is going on."
"Really? It would be great if you could show me." she said hopefully. "I know it is a lot to ask, but could you wait here while I go find someone with a charger?"
"Well, if you left yours in your dorm, I could just drop you off at your dorm?" I offered.
She looked surprised. "You don't mind?"
I shook my head no. "Grab your things, I am parked close by."
She gathered her things, and we made our way outside. I politely held the car door for her as she nervously got in.
I made my way to the driver's side and hopped in.
She gestured towards the car seat in the back. "Married?"
I nodded.
"Your wife won't mind you helping me."
"Not at all!" I assured her as she directed me towards her dorm.
"Oh, my name is Li Mei, but you can just call me by my American name Leigha." she said nervously as I drove.
I introduced myself in return.
Soon, we had arrived at her dorm building. I parked -- luckily I had Katie's car so it had the university parking permit on it -- and jumped out to open the door for Leigha.
I let her lead the way, taking the opportunity to check her out from behind. I could tell the Western diet has probably added a few pounds to her form as her waist flared out at the hips.
We arrived at the lobby. "Do you mind if we take the stairs?" she asked quietly. "My room is just on the third floor and these elevators are too slow sometimes."
"That's fine!" I assured her.
She led me past the elevators and to the stairs. As she climbed the stairs I got an unexpected view up her short plaid skirt. I could see a pair of stark white panties underneath.
I was enjoying the view but unfortunately it was quickly over as we reached the third floor.
Oblivious to me checking her out, she led my down the hallway towards her room. We met a few bathrobe-adorned late risers and music drifted through a few doors, but it was relatively quiet. I guessed many of the students were in classes.
Leigha stopped in front of one of the doors adorned with her and her roommate's names. She unlocked the door and led me inside. I closed the door behind us as she unpacked her laptop.
I politely removed my shoes and looked around the room. Two desks sat facing each other in the center. A typical undergrad twin XL bed was pushed against each wall. Both sides of the room were neat and tidy, with their belongings stowed neatly in boxes beneath the bed. The roommate's side of the room housed a small dorm fridge, while Leigha's had a small TV. They had hung pale blue curtains over the college-issued blinds, and a tall potted indoor palm plant stood sentry over the desks. It was very nicely decorated for a dorm room.
As her computer finished booting, she gestured towards her desk chair. I took a seat and got reoriented with her code. She sat on the edge of the bed behind me. The distance between us and I could smell a sharp note of Tea tree and citrus from some lotion or wash on her skin.
"I think... you need to split your sensor reading into it's own thread? Right now you call the function once, but it needs to keep monitoring the sensor, right?" I said pointing at a couple of lines of code.
"Oh my goodness, I am such an idiot." she lamented.
"Not at all! When you start at code for a long time it is easy to miss the obvious." I reassured her. "Do you want to give it a shot?"
She nodded, and I stood up. We exchanged seats and she began to quickly refactor her code.
"You have no idea how much you helped me. This project is do tomorrow afternoon and I was beginning to panic."
"It really is no big deal. I have been there many times.". I assured her. I continued to look around her side of the room and realized it was rather spartan with personal items. While her roommate's side had lots of photos of friends, Leigha had a single framed photo on her desk. In the photo a weathered man, petite woman, Leigha, and two other girls who appeared to be twins, stood in front of an idyllic forest background. It was obvious that this must be a photo of her family.
She continued typing away for a few minutes.
"Oh, if you want a water or anything, there is some in the fridge. My roommate won't mind."
I nodded, and rose up off the bed to go rummage through the fridge. Amongst of the bottles and cans of La Croix, White Claw, and wine coolers I found a pedestrian bottle of water which was good enough for me.
I twisted it open and took a swig, before returning to the bed.
As I went to take a seat, my foot clumsily caught the edge of one of the boxes under the bed. The lid went skidding across the floor as did a few notebooks that had been apparently inside the box.
I apologized and knelt down to pick up my mess. I picked up the first couple of notebooks and they appeared to just have notes from her class.
Leigha turned to look to see what I was apologizing about and she scrambled to the floor, her face flushed. I quickly realized why as the next item was not a notebook at all. Instead it was a graphic magazine of uncensored hentai drawings. I curiously flipped the page of one.
Leigha grabbed the one from the floor. "This is so embarrassing..." she gasped.
I instinctively pulled the box out to let her put away the magazines. There on the top was yet another issue. But I did note one thing about it. The main character was a school girl but bore a striking resemblance to Leigha -- if you translated her features to anime. The character was displaying a full frontal view while a beastly white sinewy member impaled her from behind. Her hair was dark with blue streaks just like Leigha.
Leigha grabbed the other notebooks from me, shoved them into the box, and slammed the lid frantically back on. She then sat back in her chair and took a deep breath. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment.
I didn't want to immediately say anything so I quietly sat on the bed drinking the cold water.
I didn't know what to say. If I left, it would just make her feel like she had frightened me away. If I stayed it was just as awkward.
She continued to intermittently type. Pausing to take a deep breath. Then I saw her wipe her cheek and realized she was crying.
I leaned closer. "What's wrong?" I whispered.
"Everything. You weren't supposed to see that." she said quietly.
I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry about it!"
"You don't understand. I have never... and then I screw it up." she replied.
"Have never? Never what?"
She shook her head.
"No, it is okay. What is it?" I persisted.
She sighed. "I have never had a boyfriend. My parents didn't allow me to date in high school. Then when I came to the US, I was nervous and shy. Lot's of my classmates hit on me. But, they just are never my type. Then, I find one... I like... and then, you just weren't supposed to see that."
"But, if you like me, why wouldn't you want me to know what turns you on?" I asked.
"Because you will think I am weird?"
I pulled her blue-streaked hair back, and nuzzled against the side of her neck, inhaling the scent I had smelled earlier. She shivered with surprise. "But what if I don't find it weird at all?"
"You don't?" she said, seemingly surprised.
"I'd love to be the beast in that drawing. You look so much like the girl."
I kissed her neck and she breathed heavier. My hands slid from her shoulders and immediately cupped her full breasts.
"Your wife..." she gasped, as her voice trailed off in a half-hearted protest.
I kissed her neck again. "She is okay with this..."
I didn't bother to explain more and she didn't ask. She turned her to mine and my mouth met her wet lips.
My hands unbuttoned the few buttons of her cardigan and then the tight white blouse beneath. She didn't protest.
Underneath was a white satin bra that matched the panties she didn't know I had seen earlier.
I cupped the bra in my hands, squeezing her tits. I judged them to be a full C cup, not quite Katie's D or Reagan's glorious DDs, but still large compared to the stereotypical Asian body.
I spun the chair around to face me. Without promoting she reached back and unclasped her bra. She slowly let the bra drop and I was greeted by a very nicely formed set of boobs. They sagged just the slightest at the top but then settled into some nice round spheres tipped with slightly upturned nipples.
Leigha smiled bashfully as she observed my gaze of obvious appreciation. Then to my surprise, she boldly lifted her legs up and placed her legs either side of me. Her short plaid skirt was hiked up and those panties I had stolen a view of before were in plain sight.
She bit her lip seductively as she watched me slide to my knees in the cramped space between her desk chair and the bed. My face was inches from her panties and she knew my intentions. She lifted her butt from the chair and pushed off her panties and skirt. She returned her feet to the edge of the bed.
There it was. A sweet little pussy, waxed of any trace of hair. Her outer labia were pudgy, but hid her vagina nicely.
Now the scent of Tea tree and citrus mingled with the gentle scent of her slit.
I leaned forward and gently kissed her inner thigh. She squirmed and thrust her hips toward me. She wasn't holding back. I gently ran my tongue along her labia. Her soft voice gone, she moaned loudly in sheer pleasure.
I dipped my tongue inside and tasted her. She tasted delicious. The hints of citrus that carried with whatever body wash or lotion were present in her taste.
I pushed my tongue deeper. She squealed with pleasure. I felt her quickly moistening as my tongue alternated between teasing her clit and plunging deep within her unspoiled deliciousness.
Her hands grasped my head and her fingers massaged through my thinning hair. She pushed me tight against her as her hips squirmed. My face was soaked with her wetness. She moaned loudly in satisfaction.
The edge of her chair was now also smeared with her appetizing fluids.
The room echoed with her exclamations. All signs of her shy and timid behavior had disappeared.
Her round ass lifted from the chair and she squealed loudly. She convulsed and squirmed as I took her over the edge with my tongue.
I slowly pulled back, wiping the wetness from my chin with my forearm.
Leigha looked at me with both hunger and satisfaction. I stood up and the giant quivering bulge in my jeans was very apparent. I quickly began to strip as she watched with wide-eyed excitement. As my boxers fell to the floor she could see the full size of my cock.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. I immediately spun her around and pushed her back on the bed.
She knew I was about to make her mine and didn't resist. Instead, she eagerly spread her legs.
I climbed on top of her and positioned my thick white cock against her soft pink labia.
I pushed forward and felt her warmth and wetness begin to envelop my member.
I leaned in, feeling her tits pressed against me. I forced my way deeper inside her as another moan escaped her lips. I pressed my mouth to hers and we kissed passionately. Her hands held the back of my head.
When I finally broke free to catch my breath, she just looked up at me with a smile. She clenched her jaw and nodded.
I knew what she wanted. She wanted to be impaled like that erotic anime drawing.
I leaned back a bit and my hands wrapped around her thick thighs.
I pulled back and then slammed into her with force.
"Yesssss!" she exclaimed.
I began to fuck her hard. Her moans grew louder again.
Her pussy was snug around my throbbing shaft, but slippery with her juiciness. As I pummeled her, the bed frame slammed loudly against the wall. To anyone passing in the hallway, there would be no doubt what was happening in this room.
Her tits bounced freely with every thrust.
"On top..." she moaned. "I want to be on top..."
I nodded, pulling my cock from her wetness. I laid back on her bed and she crawled on top of me. She leaned forward to kiss me. I savored the taste of her tongue against mine. Then she reached down and I felt her hand encircle my shaft. She guided me back inside her. She smiled and slowly slid up and then slammed down with a loud exclamation of pleasure.
She quickly picked up pace. Her body slapped loudly against mine as she somehow managed to pull up right to threshold of me slipping out and slamming down again. Her pussy was now so wet that I felt her juices splatter every time she slammed down on me.
Her soft skin glistened with sweat. She was putting every ounce of her energy into riding me.
"Suck on your tits!" I told her. She looked surprised and it was apparently something new to her. She grabbed her left tit and turned it towards her mouth. She extended her tongue and gently ran it across her nipple. Her body quivered as she continued to ride my cock. The sight of her doing it had the exact outcome I expected. It was something that turned me on immensely and seeing Leigha do it was no different.
My balls tensed and I groaned loudly. My cum barrelled up my shaft and sprayed into her.
She looked surprised that I had just came inside her, but she didn't stop. I knew she was too close herself to stop now. Within seconds she arched her back and gasped. I saw her juices come splattering around my impaling cock. Her moans reverberated through the dorm.
She moved in for a kiss, her hips slowing to a slow gyration. She didn't say anything, she just smiled and kissed me more.
My cock relaxed but didn't completely soften. She slowly slid off me and I saw my cum dribbling from her smooth pussy.
To my surprise, this little freshly divirgined coed wasn't done yet. She slid to her knees at the edge of the bed. Sensing my cock still wanted more attention, she brought it's slick twitching length to her mouth. Without hesitation she sucked the full length of it, consuming the wet mixture of our fluids.
I groaned with pleasure as she eagerly worked me back to a full erection. Her eyes locked with mine as I watched her suck.
She then pulled me from her mouth and began to firmly stroke the full length.
She smiled and quietly asked "Am as hot as the girl in the drawings?"
"So much hotter, because you are the real deal." I assured her.
She giggled softly as she stroked. "So you like girls like my age? Does your wife know?"
"She knows, but my wife is your age, maybe even a year younger." I replied.
Her pace quickened. "Ohh! So you do like younger women."
I nodded. As if reading my guilty mind she stopped to gently run her tongue around my shaft before asking a loaded question. "Maybe we can pretend I am even younger when we have sex. If that turns you on?"
I nodded.
She picked up the pace of her strokes as her breathing became heavier.
"God, you are sexy. I am so glad this turned out to be more than a coding session."
She smiled and tugged hard. "Yeah? Do you...."
But she never got to finish the sentence. We watched as a thick spurt of white cum spurted from my cock. It splattered across her glasses and nose. She immediately giggled and pointed my cock directly at her face. She painted her face and tits. By the time I finished, I could tell she had emptied me completely.
She pulled her glasses of and ran her tongue across the lenses, consuming my cum. She then reached back and set the glasses on her desk.
She rubbed her my cock against her cheek. "I am glad you helped me with my code. But I am glad you let me repay you."
I gently ran my hand through her blue-streaked hair. "Oh, I don't know that you have repaid me yet." I teased her.
She smiled when she realized I was just picking on her. "I want to repay you in full. Would you like that?" she asked as she crawled onto the bed next to me.
I gently pushed a glob of my cum from her cheek to her moist lips with my thumb. "I would!"
She sucked on my thumb. But then she frowned a little. "I know you will think I am trying to avoid you, but I won't be able to hang out as much as I want. My sisters are coming to visit for a couple of weeks. They have never been to the United States before, and so I will be very busy between class and taking them around."
"Well, maybe we can still hang out. Even if we keep our clothes on. I really enjoyed this." I reasoned.
"Do you think that is possible? I am not sure I would be able to keep my clothes on around you.." she said with a giggle as her fingers gently caressed her full breasts.
[TO BE CONTINUED...]