Bobby sat in the wicker chair and sipped his beer. His best friend, Roger, was drinking a few with him. They were watching football on Roger's big screen TV. Roger's wife, Marissa, was busy bringing food and more beer to the two. Every time she was a little slow, Roger would get angry and yell at her. Such was life in the Filipino community in the little town in the San Joaquin valley.
"C'mon Roger, lighten up. She's going as fast as she can," said Bobby.
"Not fast enough!" exclaimed Roger, his Filipino heritage getting the better of him. The more he drank, the meaner he got.
Finally, Bobby could take no more. "I'll be back when you can be nice, maybe you should go to bed," he said as he walked out the door and got into his car.
Bobby could not understand Roger's impatience with his wife. Marissa was gentle and kind and she did everything for Roger. She had borne him two beautiful daughters. Bobby suspected that the lack of a son was Roger's main problem. He also knew that Marissa had been forced on him by Filipino tradition. His first love was still in the Philippines. Bobby really liked Marissa and hoped he could help her. He had talked to Roger several times. Roger had to listen because Bobby was 6' 4" and Roger was an even 5'. He was certain that Bobby could kick his ass and he was right!
Bobby walked into his house and opened another beer, pondering what to do about Roger. It wasn't really any of his business, but he was slowly getting the idea that he would have to rescue Marissa.
Two weeks later at 7:00 PM on a Saturday night, there was a meek tapping at his door. When he opened it, there stood Marissa. She was weeping openly, had a black eye and her nose was bleeding.
"Come in here!" Bobby commanded. As he led her to the living room, he wondered what had happened to her. She sat on the sofa crying loudly. "What happened," Bobby demanded as he turned off the TV.
"Roger hit me," she whimpered.
"Why?" Roger asked softly.
"I, I, I guess he didn't like his supper," she stammered. She was almost incoherent.
"I've had enough of that son of a bitch!" Bobby almost shouted. "I'll go over there right now and kick his dumb ass!"
"No, no please don't leave me alone," she cried. "Can I stay at your house tonight? Please?"
"You know you can. Where does Roger think you are right now?"
"I told him I was going to mama's house in Palm Springs."
"Let's have a look at that eye. Have you eaten anything?"
"No." she said demurely.
"I'll order a pizza and we'll take care of your eye while we wait. Come over here in the light, lie down and let me take a look."
She slid down the sofa and lay down. He leaned over her and took a long, careful look at her eye, deciding that time would heal it. Retrieving a cold, wet compress from the bathroom, he got her nose to stop bleeding. She sat up and he sat beside her. He put his arm around her and she leaned into his chest. She was almost lost in his arms. She was only 4' 8" and weighed a whopping 90 pounds.
"I could kill that asshole for hurting a beautiful little flower like you," Bobby whispered to her.
"Oh Bobby you have always been so nice to me. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here."
The doorbell rang and the pizza was delivered. She dived right in as if she hadn't eaten in a week. He got her a soda from the 'fridge. They ate silently until the entire pizza was gone.
She resumed her position on the sofa and beckoned to him. Without hesitation he sat next to her and once again put his arm around her. He hugged her with both arms and she kind of melted into him.
She trembled a little and looked up into his eyes. "Make love to me, Bobby," she sighed.
With no reluctance at all he started unbuttoning her blouse. "Roger deserves this," he thought. To her he said, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I have wanted you for years," she replied, "but I was afraid that you would think I was a slut if I told you."
"I have wanted you for a long time too, but I was afraid if I told you Roger would get pissed off and I wouldn't see you anymore. I couldn't have that!"
She quickly peeled off his t-shirt. There was a sharp intake of breath when she saw how hairy he was. Roger had almost no body hair. She dragged her fingers through it and tugged at it lightly. "Wow!" was her only comment. She wondered what other surprises Bobby had hidden away beneath the rest of his clothes. It didn't take long for her to find out.
Bobby stood up and removed her bra. She had small, perfect little tits. They were just exactly right. He leaned down and tenderly kissed them. Then he took off her skirt and shoes. Her legs were beautiful and just properly proportioned for her little body.
She pulled off his jogging shorts and his boxers. Another loud gasp escaped her as she stared at the 7" cock in front of her. She had only heard about equipment this size; she always thought it was lies meant to scare her.
He peeled off her panties and gazed upon a perfect hairless pussy. It was not unusual for oriental girls to have little or no pubic hair, but every time he saw one, he was fascinated. "Open your legs," he said gently.
"Are you going to do it now/" she asked with a trembling voice.
"No, first I'm going to show you something you'll love." He dived on her bare pussy. He started by licking the inside of her thighs, coming close to her vulva but not quite touching it. He drew back and looked at her little pink asshole. "I'll save that for later," he said to himself as he resumed his trip up her legs. His hands were busily massaging her tits. He inhaled the fragrance of her womanhood. It had a beautiful, aphrodisiac quality. He gently kissed her pussy lips and then licked her slit hard.
She was moaning. Roger had never kissed her pussy, much less licked it. New sensations traveled up to her brain. About that time, Bobby reached her clit. He spread the hood open and licked the tip very gently. Her mind exploded into a thousand little, horny pieces. He sucked her clit between his lips and rapidly flicked his tongue across it. Her hips were bucking wildly as she lost control of her mind.
Bobby lapped up the pussy juice that was draining profusely from her snatch. Boy did it taste great! He continued to lap and lick and suck until he could feel her getting tense. Her muscles hardened up as she experienced the most violent orgasm she had ever had.
"Roger was nothing like this!" she thought. She vowed to return to Bobby no matter what her situation. She looked between her thighs and saw Bobby smiling at her. "Oh god Bobby, I've never felt anything like that before," she exclaimed.
"We're just getting started honey," he smiled.
She saw that his cock had gotten very hard. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it. Her little fingers gently stroked it. As she played with it the fear of it left her mind and was replaced by primeval lust. "Please Bobby, don't wait any longer. I must have it now!" she shouted.
He picked her up and carried her to his bed. She lay nude upon the covers. A perfect little woman. "How could Roger be so goddamned stupid," he thought as he lay down next to her. She turned to him and offered her lips which he greedily accepted. Their first kiss. It was one of the sweetest he had ever experienced. He rolled over on her tiny form, supporting himself on his forearms. Once again, they locked their lips together.
When the kiss broke she said softly, "Now, do it now."
Bobby rubbed his cock against her nether lips and started to push forward. The head slipped in and he stopped to see if she would take it.
"More, more, give it all to me," she begged.
