People say Asians have small tits, but those people haven't met Clara.
That wasn't her real name, of course; she chose an English name when she came here to study because her real one was hard to pronounce. The tits were real, though. I should know. Double-D's for sure, and with her being so skinny they made her look like she would overbalance any moment. I reckon they were counterbalanced by her arse, which was plump and fat and heart-shaped.
I knew Clara because I was fucking her flatmate, Kelly. It was nothing serious, but after she and I hooked up one evening we decided to make it a regular thing. I always try to be a good fuck, even to girls I might never see again; it's both a matter of pride and a good way to get more sex in the future. It obviously worked on Kelly, because after that first hook up she was calling me multiple times a week.
And so I would run into Clara as I left the flat, or as I hung out in the kitchen getting a quick drink after a session. It was the tits that got me first, straining in low-cut shirts and threatening to burst out her dresses, but as we got to chatting I noticed other things: that gorgeous mane of black hair, her long legs, her ass. She had an open, smiling, pretty face and full, dark lips, a twinkle in her brown eyes and a tendency to jiggle with every footstep. More than once I found myself thinking about her as I shagged Kelly senseless in her rickety college bed.
She obviously thought about me too, because she'd make sly comments when she saw me. "Called back for more, huh?" she would say as I walked in, or, "Just can't stay away, can you?" always with a teasing smile on her face. I started bantering back to her.
"Back again are you? Did you not do it properly last time?"
I shot back: "Once you get a taste of me, you get addicted."
She had a surprisingly dirty laugh.
And then things went further.
I'd just gotten done with Kelly, who was having a post-fuck nap in her room. After a quick shower I headed to the kitchen, looking for teabags or a bit of coffee for a boost before I went home. Clara was there, stirring something on the stove, and I took a moment to look her over from the doorway. A too-small tanktop, tiny mini-shorts, and a perfect view of her gorgeous figure. She wore sandals, and god, even her feet were sexy. Then she turned, and her eyes lit up when she saw me.
"Hi! I was just finishing up lunch. Would you like some?"
I had that post-sex hunger and it smelled delicious, so of course I said yes. It was some sort of chicken and noodle stew, and it was damn good. When I thanked her, she giggled, "Don't mention it! You need your strength, working hard for Kelly all the time."
She paused then, looking nervous. Then, "You must be very good. She never sees anyone else, and the noises she makes..." She looked down, cheeks darkening, and my heart beat faster. I reached out and stroked her dusky shoulder.
