There are things one does in life that can't make you feel like a bastard. Things that you either did or could have prevented that could have made someone's life better.
Sometimes, it's both...
I considered my college life to be quite good. As a student, I had little trouble gaining good grades. And as a student, I had plenty of chances to party and go completely wild. And I had a girlfriend. A very pretty girlfriend that I loved to fuck in my dorm room and think about how her parents though she was getting along. If only they could see her cunt filled with my cock, I used to think.
I was pretty happy with one girl. And also happy with the group of friends I had gathered together in my three years of academic life. But how was I to know that someone would come along and screw that all up?
Her name was Huni, and if you're wondering, it is pronounced like the sweet syrup you put on biscuits and such. She was Chinese, and probably the most achingly beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I first encountered her in a winter class along with one of my best friends in college, David. When she walked into the room, we both turned to each other with a complete look of appreciation.
Of course, I had my girlfriend, so I contained most of my burning lustful intentions deep within my thoughts. But David was single, and the look in his eyes carried a sense of far more than the boiling lust most men felt at the sight of her. Perhaps I'm not as romantic as he was, or at least wasn't then, but I swear he fell in love at first sight.
Together, we managed to weasel our way into the same group as Huni when project time came around. Sitting up close to her only added to her enchantments. Her long flowing black hair streamed down her back and sides. Her perfectly white teeth smiled gleefully and innocently. Her dress was conservative, but her body just seemed to be bursting to display itself in all its firm, curvaceous glory. She was pencil thin at the waist. So thin, I was certain my fingers could touch if I wrapped my hands around it. She must have had some magical formula for channeling her extra weight into her breasts. They were so full, so round, beneath her tops and jackets.
Being winter, the rest of her was left too imagination. The cold classrooms didn't much suit skimpy outfits or high-cut miniskirts. But as we learned more about Huni, we doubted she would wear such outfits anyway. She had recently moved from China, though she had lived in the U.S. until she was about thirteen. Her father had wanted his family to experience traditional Chinese roots, but felt her best opportunity lay in America. So when college came around, she spent only two years in her native land before blessing our shores with her fully developed beauty.
The time in China had fulfilled its purpose. Huni was a very conservative girl, and blushed an endearing shade of crimson when even the slightest sexual innuendo was made. We knew she would pass out if we ever asked her if she was a virgin, but we didn't need to ask. She was, and planned on remaining that way until her eventual marriage.
Ahh, marriage. I think poor David saw wedding bells attached to those magnificent breasts. I laughed when I realized he was always the first to meet her when the group got together, and the last to leave when we dispersed. I had no idea what they talked about in these times alone, but I had to do my best to stifle my jealousy and not try to sneak in on the action. After all, I had a girlfriend. And a very pretty girlfriend at that.
Have you ever seen an expression of true joy on the face of someone? Have you ever seen the ultimate, soul-lifting exclamation of happiness from a friend's lips? David asked Huni out on a date. She said yes. I gotta tell you I was a bit jealous. I found myself spending less and less time at the group meetings. Not because I didn't want to work, but because I could barely keep my dick in my pants. I could reason the lust from my body, but the length and vigor of time it took increased with each meeting. I was doing so well, and then I saw her in "the top."
The library was warmer than the classrooms, and we decided one evening to meet there. The extra temperature allowed Huni to remove her jacket. She was wearing the tightest, whitest, most body-contouring top I had ever seen. It looked like she bought the right size, and then had it shrink while she was still wearing it. The sleeves barely came past her shoulders. The buttons seemed like they were carving out red marks in her skin. But the killer, the sight that drove me absolutely crazy, was the sight of her obscured, but quite visible bra.
I could see her bra! Right through that tight white top! I could see the different reflection of light on the satin underneath, and the shape of the lace in the straps. I could see the sewn point that most be pressing directly against her nipples. And I could see a faint pattern in the fabric, a faint rose-petal pattern that seemed to encompass both innocence and pure sexuality.
I had to excuse myself. I had to pretend to go to the bathroom, duck into an unused room, and restrain myself from masturbating. I couldn't believe what was going on. I had a girlfriend, Damn it! And a very pretty girlfriend, mind you!
But this girl was unbelievable! She spoke with a slight, captivating accent. She hid her face and laughter behind embarrassed hands but sprung right up to add a joke of her own. She stretched these long, magical stretches that threatened to pull that top out of her pants.
And she was a virgin. She was a good, conservative girl whose full lips had probably never pressed against a man. She was the purest flower, the most dainty of beauties.
So, as I said, I limited my contact with her after that. With most women, the time you spend with them builds up your desire to hump them like some kind of rising power meter. But once you leave their company, the meter falls back to zero. Not with Huni. The meter kept rising. It kept rising even when I wasn't with her, but fortunately at much slower pace. I even had trouble looking at other Chinese women. They all made me think of her, though not a one was even half her beauty.
Spring came, and the semester was over. David and Huni had been dating for awhile, and I can sadly say they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Sadly for me. I was happy for David. I did have a very pretty girlfriend, and was willing to accept that my friend had a heart-poundingly gorgeous girlfriend.
I managed two weeks away from her. Two weeks where I didn't see her with my eyes, but she never left my mind. The two weeks before Spring classes. When it was over, I found with her again. We had another class together, but this time, no David.
Huni came strolling into the classroom with a simple, tight yellow top with white buttons down the middle. But it was her lower article of clothing that caught my attention... something I had never seen her in before... a pair of shorts. They were simple enough. A casual white pair with a couple of pockets and a belt. It was the sight of her legs that was so spectacular. Her slender, golden-skinned smooth legs so perfectly shaped from foot-to-calf-to thigh-to crotch. They were so perfect, so flawless, I almost looked like she was wearing nylons the way her blemish-free flesh glinted in the light. But they were bare and wonderfully exposed to my eyes.
"Get a load of that bitch!"
Frank's harshness stunned me. Here was a friend I knew as long as David, if he could really be called a friend. I knew him, but considered him more of an asshole. He was so cocky, arrogant, and condescending. He thought the world turned when he commanded it, and would stop dead if he wished it. But as cruel fate all too often has it, he had the luck to back it up. He wasn't a great-looking guy, but he was good. He never lacked in his share of dates. His father owned a photography studio, which he let Frank use after hours for his own purposes. I had watched a number of the best-looking campus woman hop into his car to have some "nice" photos taken. I wondered how many of those woman showed more than their flashy smile. I wondered how many of them did more than just take pictures.
I turned to him, not even realizing his reference was to precious Huni at first. When I saw his eyes fixed upon her, I turned at him sharply.
"Watch it, that's my friend's girlfriend!"
"Dude, she's fucking hot!"
"Yeah, she's special." I couldn't use his term. "Fucking hot" was not the phrase that captured her beauty.
Huni broke from her friend, spoke a gleeful "Hello," and sat in front of me. This class was going to be torture...
When she turned her body, I could easily see the thin bra strap so eloquently holding those wonderful breasts. The width of her shoulders was so narrow, so vulnerable. Her black hair curled lovingly down her spine as she brushed it from her shoulders. I could feel my hands on those shoulders, rubbing her softly as they slowly moved down to her chest. The image and sensations of fantasy were so clear in my mind as my thoughts joyously brought my fingertips into her blouse and onto the smooth cups of her bra. My ears awakened to invisible hush of pleasure that slowly sighed from her lips.
"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Huni's wonderful, smiling face had turned to ask me something. What it was didn't matter. To borrow a pencil, to giver her my wallet, to kill a man. I handed her my pencil blessing the desk beneath me and it's ability to conceal the large bulge in my pants.
Frank seemed just as taken with her. Everyday of class, I caught him stealing stares of her. He would see me, and wink as if I was thinking about the exact same thing: fucking her.
But winks were not enough for a man like Frank. A man, who had no trouble expressing himself.
"Man, I really want to fuck her." he just blurted it out one day. "Just think about that tiny, tight Chinese cunt sucking on your dick."
"Frank, come on. Please don't talk about my friend's girlfriend like that." I probably sounded noble in defense of a lady's honor. The truth was, I WANTED to think about his images! "If anybody gets to make love to her, it will be David."
