New Friends - Wei

New Friends - Wei

"Can we have some Bud lights, please?" She was young, brunette, likely undergrad.

That night I was seeing the bar from an unusual perspective. Jack had a family emergency, the usual backup was out too, so the owner asked me to help on slow nights. The real bartender would mix drinks, I took food orders, poured beer, wine.

Life had, for the most part, returned to its quiet, boring routine broken by the occasional, unannounced visit from Sam. Her hair was longer, which was fun for play. I learned how to bind a ponytail, making suspensions more, well, interesting. Even though I was standing at the bar, my attention was distracted by how she'd asked to have her head pulled back when hogtied. Her groans after a while were unbearably alluring. Couldn't keep my mind off the memory.

"Happy to help - can I see ID's please?" She was with two friends, out having fun on an early weeknight.

She leaned over the bar, trying to look cute, flirtatious,. I didn't take the bait, not looking down her loose top as she'd hoped. "Do you really need to see ID's - we're grad students." All three laughed. "We could have some fun later you'd like."

"That's a terribly kind offer, but the law's the law. ID's, or would you like a few diet cokes on the house?" Not waiting, I poured sodas. They pouted, complained, took the free drinks.

"You handled that pretty well. Why didn't you take her up on that?"

"They gotta learn that's not a good way to get ahead in this world. What ever happened to fake ID's?"

"Don't know. Weren't they written with a quill when you were their age?"

"Nope, carved into stone tablets."

She laughed. "Sense of humor. Surprising. Another?"

I gave her another glass of our best wine, which wasn't very good. "Aren't you usually on this side of the bar?"

I knew she seemed familiar, tall at almost six feet, lanky. She could have been conventionally beautiful but clearly avoided that, wearing ugly glasses, hair up in a messy sorta bun, no makeup, hoodie and sweatpants. Trying very hard to avoid notice.

"I am. David." Put my hand out.

"Wei." Gave me a handshake. "Oh wait, David? You know Izzy, right?"

Izzy had been one of her TA's, so of course she knew all about my business. Wei was from Hong Kong, left young on a British passport after the handover, lived in England, then the States. She didn't go out much, but sometimes wanted a beer, be around people. She wasn't a regular, but I'd seen her around. Now when she came in, she'd sit near me, talk. Turned out to be brilliant, so much so that I didn't understood most of what she said, but loved listening to her voice.

Unusually, one Friday night she came in, sat on the stool next to me.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure - what's up?"

"I really needed to get out of my place, have a drink, but there are so many knuckleheads here on a Friday."

"Indeed."

"I don't want to be hit on. Help a girl out?"

"Happy to run interference. Cover story?"

"You're an old associate of my dad's, who's asked you make sure I get out every once and a while."

That worked surprisingly well. She'd find me at the bar, sit down, let me buy her drinks, complain about other students, professors, stupid shit. I'd happily listen, enjoy her low-key company. Easy.

I was at a charity fundraiser schedule for parent's weekend to attract rich alumni, when in walked an expensively dressed older Chinese couple and their stunning daughter. I was talking to the group's executive director, who I knew, they came over to her.

"David, let me introduce you to the Chen's, they've been very generous in the past. We couldn't run the place without them. Mr. Chen, this is David - one of our volunteers."

Shook his hand, then his wife's, and was shocked to realize their daughter, decked out beautifully, jewelry, long straight hair, was Wei.

"Nice to meet you, David. Have I seen you around town?"

"Perhaps, it's not a very big place. And thank you your support, it is greatly appreciated." Having had some business dealings with Hong Kong before, I knew to offer to her father "and if there is anything I can ever do for you or help your daughter, do not hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, David, I appreciate knowing there is an adult I can trust should my daughter need anything." He gave me his card, I gave him an old one of mine, said reach out anytime, excused myself.

Later at the bar, I smelled an intoxicating perfume.

"Thanks for not reacting. My dad is very traditional, doesn't like the idea I have friends, especially male ones. Just supposed to study all the time."

"No problem, though to be honest, I didn't recognize you at first. Quite the transformation."

"My mother thinks I dress like this every day - she'd be horrified." We laughter a bit, I excused myself, went home.

Soon I was seeing her most Thursday nights. She opened up about family background, expectations, limitations on her social life. After a while, she asked about me.

"Not to be rude, but why the sudden interest? I'm an open book, but you've never seemed interested."

"You're not really an open book, though, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, I know Izzy." Pause. "About Izzy." Looked at me, raised eyebrow. "I'm impressed you've never brought it up, asked what I know. Tried something."

I stared at my drink for a moment. "We've been drinking buddies for long enough; I'd started hoping you didn't know."

"Why?"

"'Cause I don't love being a creepy old guy."

For first time since I'd met her, she laughed. "Can you keep a secret?" She smiled. "Let me put that another way - can I confide something, well, complicated?"

"Of course." Turned. "What's up?"

"You've met my family, but you have no idea how hard it is to date. My dad expects me to marry a rich Hong Kong man, right family, money. I don't care about that, but when it hasn't been one of their setups, I've gotten burned by guys actually interested in my money. So, I dress like this" pointing to clothes "whenever they're not around, keep to myself."

"And?"

"I'm getting tired of it, hiding who I am, what I want. I have a fucking awesome closet, never wear any of it 'cause I don't have anyone to go out with." Took a sip. "And I'm horny. Haven't had sex in - shit, I can't remember. Izzy told me I could trust you - but I had to be sure."

"Trust me with what?"

"All of this - my poor little rich girl thing. Avoiding issues with family, needs. So, are you game to not only keep the idiots away, but maybe help me enjoy life a little more without taking advantage?"

Stared at my drink for a minute, trying not to seem too eager. "You can definitely trust me. You're clearly brilliant, interesting, pleasant to be around, have a beer with. But how do you define take advantage. I mean, I don't need anything from you and - as I'm sure Izzy has shared - I don't kiss and tell. So, secrets are safe with me. But I'm still not sure what you're asking for."

She looked around, as if that would make a difference. Took another sip.

"It'd be easiest if you'd come with me. Are you free?"

"Depends, getting close to my bedtime."

She laughed. "That's not gonna fly - I know how late you can stay up. Come on." For once, someone else paid the tab - Jack got a kick out of that.

We left, walked toward campus but taking an unexpected turn past grad-student housing toward the best part of town, with big houses, manicured lawns, fancy cars. She walked up to a small but beautiful older home, discreet but really nice. Inside, it wasn't over the top, but everything was high quality - not the usual place for a student to live.

She dropped her keys on a table, kicked off her shoes, started up the stairs. When I didn't follow, she yelled down "Hurry up."

Upstairs was all master suite - bedroom, sitting area, en-suite bathroom, the biggest closet I'd ever seen. One small area was dedicated to student clothing, hoodies and such, the rest to an impressive collection of beautiful, expensive, tasteful stuff. Without even flinching, she pulled off her hoodie, tights, let her hair down.

In just panties, she was impressive, fantastic shape, toned, perfect skin. Her hair came down to the middle of her back, slightly wavy, jet black with a surprising detail; she'd partly shaved upward behind her neck, giving a slightly punky vibe. She pulled on some loose silk pants, a vest.

"Ah, much better." She turned. "If I walked around like this, I'd announce myself - but god I hate only wearing cotton." She stopped, looked around as if making a decision. "Ok, come with me."

We went to the sitting area. She grabbed two bottles of water, poured herself into a chair, pointed to the love seat across for me.

"What do you think?"

"It's beautiful - tasteful, comfortable, only the best."

"Yup, and you're the only person besides Izzy and the cleaning lady to ever be here. My fortress of solitude."

"That sounds a little sad."

She leaned forward. "Exactly. I'm tired of living this way," waving her hands "not being myself. I know that sounds boujee, and maybe it is, but what the fuck."

"What can I do for you, though? Other than be your friend, which I am?"

"Oh, I have friends - just not here. I know I'm paranoid, but I wanna know, now that you see all this, do you think worse of me?"

"No, that's silly. But I worry - can't be healthy to hiding yourself this much."

She slumped back, wrapped a leg over the side of the chair, then leaned forward, proving how flexible she was.

"So, would you be willing to be my boy Friday? Be around if I started inviting folks here, go to dinner, help me figure out who to trust, who to push out the door?"

"Well, your dad did ask me to take care of you."

"True, though I'm asking you to take care of me in ways he would definitely not approve of."

"You do realize I'm older than him, right?"

"Whatever. I've heard you have this conversation with everyone - just assume I've heard it from Izzy."

"Ok, then, what would he not approve of?"

She lounged back again, an evil smile on her face. "I've heard about some of what you've done for Izzy and Katie. Not quite that, but it gives me ideas."

"Say more."

She came over, sat next to me. "Would you judge me if I had an exhibitionist streak? Liked to cum in public?"

"I am in no position to judge anyone."

"Hold on, there's more. In that closet is an impressive collection of remote control devices which are much more fun for me when they're not in my hands. As well as a bunch of latex."

"No issues yet."

"And something I've missed so much - I can't even tell you" she looked carefully at me, thought, "being fingered for hours on end."

"Sounds entirely reasonable to me."

She leaned in, kissed me. Her lips were tentative, soft, as was her skin which smelled of a flower I couldn't place. I took her face in my hands, leaned in, taking time to get to know her mouth. She broke off, slowly, leaned back.

"Yup, reputation deserved. Man, it's been a long time." We kissed again, I ran my hands down her sides, back, caressing skin over silk. She was taller than me, so it was easy to shift attention to her neck, ears. Reaching up into her hair was a surprise, bare skin under her hair, fine stubble where she'd shaved.

"I am not usually this impatient, but I've only had myself for companionship...." She leaned across my lap. "Show me what those famous fingers can do." Her legs pushed against the armrest, head on a cushion, presented me her bottom. I squeezed, ran my hand up, down along silk clad legs, which she parted. Running two fingers downward I could already feel warmth, cloth beginning to show moisture. Rubbing slowly, bottom to front, using even pressure, smooth fabric made even slicker by her wetness. With only using two fingers I reached under, between her, lifted, pressed hard.

She had a giant grin on her face, relaxing, licking lips. She brought her arms up, under her head, settled in. The vest provided a glimpse of side breast, nipple as she began breathing harder. One hand between her legs, I traced the other down her back, under the vest, cupping as nipples hardened, lengthened. She began to make a sound more like humming than anything else, the tone, volume changing as I my hands moved. I slid my hand under the silk, touched lower lips for the first time, humming becoming louder, urgent.

I slid a whole hand down, middle finger riding the space between ass cheeks, across her pucker, down between slick lips, her opening, clit, then back up, entering her wetness. We stayed like that for a while, fingers sliding from perinium to mound, varied pressure, her pushing back, lifting ass off the couch, pressing down when under her. When I slipped a middle finger into her, slowly burying itself all the way, she hummed louder, singing "finally......"

I pushed in, out, gripping her with my other fingers, thumb pressing against anus, pulling up, pushing down. Her movements became urgent, an arm falling off the couch from under her head. I slipped a second finger in, releasing her, moved in, out, faster, harder, in time with her rocking. Her breathing, humming became heavier, louder, head rolling side to side.

I took her free arm, pulled it up behind her back, pushed up. Her eyes sprung open, a look of surprise, fascination, her mouth open, panting. I moved as fast my old hands could, watching the tension build in her back, her eyes almost pleading. When I could tell she was about to cum, I pushed her arm, harder, up the back.

Eyes wide, she tensed, came, humming now moans, body bouncing, gyrating. Using fingers inside to hold her down, provided pressure for her to push against. Eyes locked, she came for almost a minute, groaning, surprised, laughing, gasping. Fingers still inside, she laid her head down, closed her eyes, arm still behind her back.

When she looked up at me, she smiled, seemed truly relaxed for the first time.

"Sorry I destroyed your silk pants - you'll never get that out."

"More than worth it. Mmmmm..." she hummed again, eyes her, pushing lightly, side to side, against my hand. I rearranged, fingers under, thumb at her backdoor. I held tight, pressure across her whole pelvis, lightly moving fingers in, out. Lying like this for a while, Wei drifting off into a faraway headspace, swaying side to side. I withdrew, lightly, slowly, brushing up, down, playing with the slickness. Her breath became shallower, started to move, grind.

I added a second finger, just the tip at first, Wei sweating again,grinding harder, humming louder. I pushed all the way fingers in, hard, slowly out, in, slowly out, over and over. She exhaled every time digits hit home, breathed in when they came out. Mouth open, head back "that is so good, like that, oh god, yes, fuck......" Held like a fake gun, two finger pushed in, two folded so knuckles hit clit, thumb raised brushing her anus with every stroke. She panted, pushed back, getting wetter, hotter, gasping building.

"like that...yessssss, keep going....hhhmmmmmmm.....oooohhhhh.....keep going...."

I fisted hair, pulled back sharply. Her mouth burst open wide, grunting,- came again, harder, louder, clenching fingers inside her, bucking so hard I kept her from falling off the couch.

She came down as I stroked her back, legs. She rolled over, looked up. "I needed that. Damn boy..."

I smiled, we laughed. She wrapped her arms around me, head on my shoulder. She smelled sweet, undertones of that flower I still couldn't name. Hair was thick, soft, disheveled. She nibbled an earlobe, whispered "what can I do for you?"

I laid my head. "Nothing today. I'm sure Izzy told you I need help."

Reaching down "Doesn't seem like it."

"I know, but it won't last long enough to be useful. Raincheck, but I could be convinced to do this often."

"You could? That'd be awesome - but I've got other ideas...."

She'd text. Always me to her place, never her to mine. Sometimes upstairs, sometimes down, I'd touch, stroke. She'd keep something on, loose like that first night, sometimes skin tight -she really did have quite the latex collection.

Sometimes she wanted to go to fancier places than I knew existed around here. She'd pick me up in a fancy car, wearing something fabulous, a dress with high a slit, skintight pants. She'd hand me a remote control, never the same one twice, smile, play during the meal so she'd cum many times or stay on the edge. Her ability to keep up a conversation, looking unphased, with a vibrator buzzing away was remarkable.

I asked her how about that. "As you know, I have a pretty strong libido. They didn't like me dating, so I had to take care of myself. I think the public thing started as rebellion, wanting to see what I could get away with. I lost count of the number of family outings with something shoved up my pussy. I took pride in fooling them, not showing anything."

"Impressive skill," turning up the device inside her. If I hadn't been the one with the control, I'd have missed the slight widening of eyes, the little bead of sweat behind her ear. She didn't flinch, pause conversation. Indeed, she'd show off, rubbing my leg under the table when I'd change settings talk to the waiter, or say hi to someone random.

On a rare occasion, she'd come into the bar in baggy sweats and hoodie, sit next to me, slide a control over after a beer. I was surprised the first time - I didn't consider the two worlds might collide, but that became routine as well. She was impressively surreptitious, but I noticed a bunch of times girls sidling up to the bar to order, then sniffing, looking around, shocked that they caught a sniff of something - then dismissing it as being in their heads. If they only knew.

Too worked up to drive and wanting to be a passenger princess often meant one hand on the wheel, one between her legs for me. Her cars had massagers, adding to her record of three orgasms during a 20-minute drive. Sometimes she wanted to dinner further afield, I suspect for the longer drive home. With more time, I'd sometimes tie her hands over her head to the headrest, ankles to the seat rails, open, exposed, unable to touch herself, me in complete control. On moonless, rainy nights she'd pull her top down, leaving her half naked, cumming every time she was illuminated by a set of passing headlights.

On warmer evenings, we'd drive back on rural roads, so we could stop, let her step out, undress. She became highly skilled at kneeling on gravel, taking me in her mouth as I revved the remote higher, lower. She loved the risk of being seen, wanted to be seen by strangers, dressed to the nines, doing unspeakable things.

A favorite memory is of her wearing a stunning, full length, tight black gown, high slit, back exposed to her ass. We pulled over, middle of nowhere, dirt road. She'd hidden rope in the trunk, had me tie her face down to the boot, as she called it. The vibrator easily slid out of her wetness, easy access as I kneeled, ate her from behind, slowly rubbing with slick fingers as she strained against the ropes. Stunning in the moonlight, her light skin glowing against the dark fabric, paint of the car. I put the vibrator back in, leaned against a fence post, watched her thrash, hum, rock, struggle, cum.

Unable to resist anymore, I left the suit on, opened my fly, pushed in. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, the wool of the pants scratching her delicate skin as she pushed back. I leaned forward, kissed her back, wrapped her hair in my fist, pulled. Splayed against her car, slick, moaning - it was amazing.

At the next family weekend fundraiser, her father greeted me like an old friend, thanked me for watching over his precious child, making sure she had a social life, ate properly. Her mother even gave me a hug, I guess missing the slight mix of flower and sex essence on my fingers, face. If the ever knew...