Authors Notes:
This story is based on a true experience when I was young and foolish. My moral compass was not very developed at that time and I regret some of the things that happened.
It occurred quite a while ago at a time when the United States was friendly with countries we later became unfriendly with. Immigration policies were not a hot a topic like they are today, but there were still rules and regulations, and it certainly wasn't easy to get a green card.
I will not specify the specific country Jenna is from.
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I felt like a wild dog finally released from it's cage, I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin with excitement. Here I was in Austin, Texas having just turned 21 two weeks ago and very far from my small town Ohio roots. It was my first time truly on my own in a strange place. I had been responsible for making my own money and paying my own bills since I was 18, but this internship in my chosen field was the first taste I would have of what life after school would be like.
Through the intern office I had found a small furnished apartment near my new workplace that looked relatively new and had a nice pool. I had given myself a few days to unpack and get acquainted with the area. I arrived on Thursday and didn't have to start work until Monday. After unpacking the few things in my car I changed into a swimsuit and went to check out the pool.
Given that it was Thursday afternoon the pool was pretty empty and I put my towel and lotion down on one of the chairs. I wasn't used to the Texas heat yet so I jumped in and swam a bit to cool off. When I got out I saw that a chair near mine was now occupied by a gorgeous young woman.
She was about 5'5" with tan skin, black hair, and a great build. I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses but she had dark red lipstick and her fingernails and toenails were also painted red. She was reading a magazine.
After returning to my chair I not-so-subtly watched her, I'm sure she could tell. Finally I introduced myself when she took a break from her reading to take a sip of water.
"Hi, my name is Mark. I just got into Austin today."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Jenna"
Her voice was lovely and had an accent that I couldn't place.
"So you just arrived in Austin? Where are you from?" She asked.
"Ohio." I made sure to pronounce each syllable because for some reason people seem to confuse Ohio and Iowa. "I go to the university there and am here on a six month internship."
We made small talk for awhile. She told me she was also a college student visiting from her country and would reluctantly have to return sometime next year. I really enjoyed our conversation and her beauty captivated me.
The following day I again went to the pool in the afternoon and she returned, this time sitting right next to me. I was surprised for a few reasons. First she was out of my league. I don't consider myself a bad looking guy, I am 6'4" and well toned, but definitely not a model. Second I was not an experienced player, no smooth talker, so my conversation skills were probably lacking. Third I was pretty naive coming from a very small farm town and I'm sure I had a wide-eyed look of wonder. "Country-boy" would be an appropriate description.
In any case we again had a nice talk. She seemed genuinely interested in me and very friendly. I found out she was recently married and her husband was also a student but that I would be unlikely to meet him because he was always doing work for his professor.
I was disappointed that she was married. I sensed that she was a bit older than me, but thoughts of marriage were far from my mind. I hadn't had a girlfriend in six months and was looking for some casual summer fun.
Saturday the pool was more crowded and I met some guys. We were playing volleyball in the pool when Jenna came down. She got my attention, along with all the other guys in the pool, and asked where I was sitting. I told her and she pulled up a seat next to mine. The other guys were giving me envious looks and a few back slaps.
We again talked and were becoming more casual with our conversation. I asked about the country she was from. She said there were few opportunities there and she was dreading having to return, but she was on a student visa and it would expire the following year, also it looked like there would be very little chance of getting any kind of extension. She said her husband was in the same state.
I asked about her husband. She described him with respect, but without any words of affection, almost like you would describe a colleague. She said it was an arranged marriage which was common in her country, their parents were friends and had made the match.
"What about love?" I asked, then felt like maybe I was being too forward.
"Marriage for love is an American concept. For us marriage is about shared responsibilities, duty, and children."
It sounded pretty cold to me. But what did I know.
Things went on like that for several weeks. I would see Jenna regularly at the pool on weekends or after work. I had a lot going on with other guys I had met and work activities, but we still saw each other enough that I felt a friendship was growing. I was also in lust with her and thought about her in my dreams too.
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One day we were talking like we had been doing for a few weeks.
"Mark I want to propose something. I want to ask you something and I don't want you to give me a quick answer. I want you to consider it carefully."
I could see the serious look on her pretty face and wondered what it could be.
"Sure Jenna, what would you like to ask?"
"I want you to marry me."
The look on my face would be laughable if the circumstances were different.
"Uhhhh, what? But ... you're already married."
"In my country we are married, but here in the US we are not. I want you to marry me so that I can remain here after my student visa expires. We will remain married for a couple of years until I receive my citizenship, then we will separate. In return you can ask me for something."
"So ... you want me to marry you so that you can get your citizenship? What about your current husband? Are we going to move in together?" I didn't even know his name and had never asked.
"We will only be married on paper. I will continue to live with my husband."
"That's a lot to ask Jenna!"
"I know it is. That's why I want you to consider it and take your time."
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The next week I thought about her proposal on and off. I really was out of my depth. I ended up avoiding her as it felt weird.
Running it by my newfound friends didn't help since they were as clueless as me. Some thought it was stupid to even consider it, while others thought I should ask her to be my sex slave, still others that I should ask for money. Given that she was a college student living in an apartment I doubted she had much money. I also doubted her husband would agree to her being my sex slave for two years. And I couldn't think of anything else to ask for.
I came out of my apartment on my way to work one morning and found her standing there.
"I think I've made you uncomfortable." She said and walked over taking my hand and looking into my eyes. At her touch I could feel my manhood stir, it had been a long time.
"Hi Jenna, I'm sorry. I've been considering your proposal, really."
She moved even closer to me so that we were standing only inches apart. My stiffening cock had now escaped my briefs and was growing down my pant leg.
"If we are discreet maybe we can do things like this." She said as she pulled me against her, touched my cheek with her free hand and leaned up toward me. I felt myself drawn to her. I closed my eyes and my lips touched her soft, full, red ones. My hand went behind her head and pulled her into a deeper kiss. She moaned as her mouth opened and I found her tongue. We probed each other's mouths. My cock felt like it was ready to explode right there.
After what felt like a long time but was probably only a couple minutes she pulled away.
