Asian Innocence
The end of the semester, a vivid memory at this point in time. He started the day, just like any other. Outside of the rented house, could hear his own footsteps on wooden floors. The house was naked, being moved out of. Finals were almost all taken. The air outside was warm, and calling and a brief escape to the local tavern would take place in the night time. The college population most likely dressed in pants and T-shirts deep into the night, inevitably finding after hour parties to take pleasure. Soon, there would be no cold water that would even come out of the shower this desert house, enough to drive a man insane. And soon, the place would be an empty shadow when everyone leaves. A listless fly, almost stepped upon by his white sneakers just outside on dirt parking lot. Don’t step on the fly, his karma instincts told him, just before getting into the jeep to drive away.
Friends gathered. The cavernous bar took shape. Alcohol pushed the meeting, but this time not even needed be forced by him. Looking for something, trying to find anything to satisfy the eye; where is the target? Scaling the bar, far and wide, they danced around. From it, an unsuspecting school girl approached with wide smile, beginning to flirt. The law of the bar finally balanced. This was the cashing in from the bar gods of points earned for showing up throughout the semester. Asian eyes, a short skirt, long dark hair. She was very short. Exotic yet inconspicuous somehow, and not overly alluring upon first glance.
So strange, she was so taken by him. Probably gravitated towards the collared shirt, and tall vision. An exchange of names, a dance. She was growing, growing with allure, as she wanted this to be. It would be right now, on this night. And he could see her friends, aiding against him, coming to her rescue. So often the case, but would somehow be distracted away as the stars were aligned. So they ventured together, escaping away to a party, with more of her friends, but not female ones anymore. Her enticing athletic legs welcoming him, so a hand held in a hand they had shared more drinks in celebration.
“How do I do this?” she had said as they sat on the couch.
“You’ve never done this before?” he inquired. “Put your mouth at the top of the tube. Just breathe in slowly and we’ll take care of the rest.”
The smoke escaped throughout the high upscale apartment from the four foot contraption. Skinny guy dancing with pointed arms to techno in a weird natural motion. The pool outside was visible through the clouding minds.
“So, what does it usually feel like?” she asked.
“Like you’re living in a dream,” some stranger said.
“Yes, like you’re living in a dream,” he confirmed.
They found themselves alone together on the black leather couch, even as the party carried on. People may have sensed it, gravitated away to the kitchen. “If this is my dream, then I can do anything I want,” a quiet rebellious voice whispered out of her.
“Yes, you can do what you want.”
“Then I choose to kiss you.”
“Wait, there are peop…”
The kiss at first was almost awkward. Not sensual at first, but hearts were beating quicker, and now she got that thing done. Good little business school girl sharing his major. Wanting this excitement. Needing him to push her through this.
“Where did Jen go?” at some point she asked. Jen another Asian girl, must have been one of those former distractions. Now he was curious, and did want to find her. Spread some more chaos into this little adventure.
“Think she went outside,” a voice from the gathered party informed. He saw the guy pointing to him and winking to her.
“No, Jen’s not here,” some other guy said. “She’s downtown at the X.”
“Do you want to find her?” she asked smiling to him.
“Yes, let’s go right now. I’ll drive.”
The streets flickered into coil. Lamp lit lights glowed down the university avenue, standing up tall. She was crimson somehow.
Downtown, younger bodies all around. Under age. No alcohol served at this place. E was all around this place, did she even know? $25 cover each to peak in and find her. A cheap price for this experience now, even as pockets were empty. Somehow the exact money was there in the wallet! A strange over aged woman’s face taking the money, and was not a trusted smile.
Down the stairs, into a crowd. Dark, loud beats embracing them as they found the intense downstairs atmosphere, looking for some mystery. He wondered, this may not even exist, this name called Jen. People crowding, surrounding around, dancing to the techno and could feel something outside of it all through the altered mind. Not my known scene, but smiles on all the faces and the crowd was another embrace. Energy would go tonight, the energy would not be stopped.
Turned to this lust. He kissed her slowly now. He took the control to slow her down. Felt her tongue tensed against his, not quite flowing. She must be thinking, he was thinking. She must be trying.
Slowed down and led, enticed her to relax with him just and enjoy for a moment. They were lost toward a round edge of the large warehouse of bodied chaos. A tall pyramid with lights shined in the center of it all. The kids surrounded, congratulating; somewhat annoying. He felt her bare shaved legs. She was an athlete, and felt her body was tight, as he glanced unaccidently from her firm hips against her breasts briefly. No, at first not alluring, but now… she was this night. They exited the place back into his jeep.
“We could not find her,” she said back at the party now as they ventured upstairs. Time slipped forward and found the trail back. Jeep lights had reflected brightly against everything.
“Where did you go?” the beautifully cynical eyes of the mystery now asked back at the upscale apartment.
“We went to look for you, but I’m glad you’re safe.”
Hands in hands, resting against his, she had made her choice.
“I should go home,” he instinctively whispered to her. “Do you want me to drop you off?”
In an instant they were outside her apartment, engine turned off. A shared kiss, more natural now. “Well, good night,” he said to her setting a dominant tone, but looking strongly into her eyes with passion.
“Do you want to come inside for a little while?” she asked with a flirtatious smile.
Counting his good fortune, he entered right behind her.
Straight to her room they hurried. Did not even notice a hall, a kitchen, a refrigerator. Everything was white, clean, contrasting against their scanning eyes. “Be quiet, my sister is sleeping,” she may have whispered. He heard the stir. Was the sister awake?
Benjamin Graham quote on the wall. Dropping some cliché, a vacant connection... She sat on the bed, waiting for him now beside her. They kissed again. Indifferent glare, and could feel her hard body now, holding it softly, holding it with his power. She quieted everything, passively tamed to him. He tugged gently against her breasts, and pulled off her shirt. She moaned out suddenly with uncontrolled pleasure, and the loudness of it surprised him.
He controlled just how much pleasure she would be taking with each motion. He would push her to the edge of the bed with each teasing touch. Her petite, economical Korean body now starting to be revealed quickly. White shirt was completely out of the picture now in the darkness. Her tight sexy belly now exposed, causing her to quiver, not quite knowing what to expect. Pouncing confidently, he pulled off her short jean pants. Her white panties now fully exposed and she lay down passively on the bed, arms together.
Moaning out now with each touch against her firm breasts, he finally freed them. Nipples hard almost as little diamonds against his hands. He pulled his shirt off and she felt him swelling against her. Relaxed to kiss her neck, slowing things down. Nipple in his mouth and she moaned out again in uncontrolled pleasure. Felt her soft unsure hand against him. A little unsure now, but touching against him. He could feel her softly touching against his boxers.
Her tight thighs intoxicated. Felt up to her tight panties, and she quivered again. How far would she let this go, he wondered. Freed her panties from her now, and she suddenly said to his surprise, “do you have protection?”
“It’s okay,” he said and kissed again down from her breasts, down to her stomach, nibbled against her inner thigh. Spread out innocently before him, open to this passion. Between her legs, she squiggled just a little. She was squiggly on the outside. So exotically enticing, she was presented before him. His finger entered her fresh inside, and could feel her tightness. “Uuhh,” called from her mouth. And not wasting time, he kissed her there and the moan grew louder, and louder. Wrestling around, he could hear her sister was awake in another room, and the forbidden pleasure heightened the moment.
She sat up, now engaged in this. A different woman somehow now, free to experience this. She held him in her hand, pulling gently against him for some time. “I want you to do it,” he whispered into her ear. Her mouth moved obediently down as his boxers joined her shirt somewhere far away. She surrounded him, an eager slave satisfying him into the night.
Into deep, deep hours, he finally got away in his jeep in the morning sunlight. At his house he took inventory, made sure the protection would not be preventing him from this again. Cursed himself for forgetting the obvious detail, but such is life.
She drove to his house later that week. Boxes were all around, and skeletons of furniture remained. His room had only a bed in it at this point. They ventured to the same bar if only to increase the tension a bit more. In her car she found herself once more. Gravitated back to his place.
Exiting the car, he wondered if she would head toward hers. He did not say anything, just walked. When she followed him, he headed with a quiet smile into the house. In his room, he found her among a few scattered boxes. Her breathing intensified as they stood apart. Breathing was loud now, echoing throughout the place.
He waited, knowing that he was in entire control. Could see her nipples were hard through the shirt. Approaching, they embraced for a moment, and again she was quickly naked in his arms, intoxicating him with her curves. Reciprocating the quiet motions, until they carried on the ritual. Taking a quick break, he told her “you have me so unbelievably turned on,” and she continued to satisfy on. Finally, the move was made and he laughed out, “I hate these things.”
Above her he closed in to her, and she fluttered in anticipation. Slowly he entered her. Breathing heightened, and “UUHH,” he could hear her cried out. Slowly he eased in. Every millimeter of movement corresponded with her cries deep in pleasure. So intensely the breathing began, and slowly he moved all the way into her. So primal, he felt now. She embraced tightly, and he crawled his way vigorously in and out of her tightness.
There was no music, and the room flickered from outside street lights. The pace began to quicken. She was holding on for control, embracing against it. Unsympathetically he created sounds from her as he pinched gently against her nipples, slowly biting against her neck. “Stop,” she begged for a moment. “Take a break,” she gently apologized without any need to.
Entering her again, he felt like a pagan God working against time, and everything was swept into the flowing embrace. Time changed into the flow, as if some other force had entered and taken over the place. She was crying out, trying to push back, and trying to stay within the thin lines of pleasure and pain as he physically dominated her into his bed.
Suddenly he felt her, as she was supposed to be felt. Deep inside, the friction subdued and tasted springs of life within her. Twisting in time, moving towards the climax, the pleasure was so intense that it transcended her, transcended the place. An awakening. Wildly, she clung onto him. Wildly they existed in this undaunted paradise together until the inevitable exploding climax was reached. Slowly winding down, and coming back again, and time again restored.
Her legs still moving uncontrolled, rattling together like a brand new corvette engine tingling. “Are you okay,” he asked. Almost surprised in a way that she was alive after the experience.
“Yes, I’m okay, just need some time,” she said smiling. He was relived for the moment.
Finally she got up for the bathroom, and he lay content. As she got back, he looked down to see the broken plastic around him, and coated with blood.
A frantic frenzy. Some phone calls placed. There is something called a morning after pill. The clinic opens at ten. They waited together, and he would accompany her there to make sure it was done. “What do we do?” she was asking. He paced through the house. Paced into another bathroom, waiting for the clock to push forward. What the hell did he just get himself into, he thought.
They stepped outside into the light. The fly in front of his car that had been stepped on was twisted without second thought into the ground by a sneaker. At the clinic, they waited. Miserable crying decrepit females waited all around them. They were the good ones. He was the only man there.
“How many girls have you slept with?” she asked with a smile.
“I slept with two other girls before you,” he said with an open smile.
“You know how I said I slept with one other guy? Well, actually we never really did it. It was not right, and it hurt too much. I don’t know what your experience was for your first time.” She waited a second, and triumphantly said, “You were my first.”
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