Claimer: Hey guys and girls. This is my first time writing and I greatly appreciate the support. Also, English is my second language so please forgive me if there are any linguistic abnormalities. I will try to update this series as often as possible and as long as I can. The story is, of course, entirely made up, and if there is any degree of similarity to events in real life it would be sheer coincidence.
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So where do I start about Niena?
To talk about our history, it would be something like a cheesy high school style novel. So, I will spare my dear readers the pain of details and summarize the situation up till now.
I met her in law school and we were class mates throughout the years. I still remember the first time I saw her. It was a summer afternoon, in the orientation program of the law school. She just came by casually and introduced herself "Hi I am Niena." and shook my hand, with a big earnest smile on her face, seemingly telling you that there is no one else she would rather talk to, and no place else she would rather be.
My first impression was that she was a typical Slavic beauty (she told me later that she has Balkan origins), like those in Repin or Bryullov's painting. She is a short girl, about 165 tops, with hair the color of ocher running down like waterfall down to her shoulders. She has a brownish eye, the color of condensed caramel, with amazingly long eyelashes. Her skin is white and smooth like alabaster. This skin caused me to have a habit which remains until today, which is to rub my face against her neck and shoulder any time I am tired or stressed. She has a chin which is sharp compared to her cheek bones, making her face visually reminiscent of a berry or hazelnut.
"Hey I am Rudolph Chang, Rudie for short." I smiled and shook her hand back.
"The pleasure is mine. So, you are international students like me?" She asked nonchalantly, a glass of wine in her hand.
"Yes, but I did spend a lot of time here before." I answered "So, yeah, hot day, isn't it?"
My inner self is laughing out so much. Seriously? Was I talking to this beautiful girl in front about weather?
She chuckled a bit, obviously noticing the weirdness of the conversation direction, but answered "Yeah I guess. I mean in Balkan the summer is probably hotter."
Thus began the weirdest conversation I had with girls for a long time. I was, for some reasons, a bit nervous, and just desperately tried to keep the conversation going. So I spoke whatever topic that spurred into my mind. For the next half hour, we (mostly me) talked about wine, Danube River, First Turkish-Serbian war, NATO and separationist movement in Balkan and Asia. Years later when we spoke of this event I insisted that it was the start of flirtation, she stated that it was like being on a slightly informal thesis defense session.
Well there are reasons to be attributed to. As dear readers must have noticed, I am of Asian origin, a whole continent where sex is taboo and discretion is a highly sought after virtue, thus making flirting all but a lost art to us. Having spent considerable time abroad however, I am much more open than my cultural comrades, and I am comfortable around girls. I am 182, and 75kg, quite tall for an Asian, and all years of passion with basketball and soccer left me reasonably well built. I am not the type of guy that makes a girl want to drop her pants like an anchor, but I do quite ok with ladies. Ergo I concluded that it was Niena who made me behave like an idiot that afternoon. That women was something different.
Going back to our conversation earlier, while we have talked for half an hour, and had two glasses of wine each, we were both happily tipsy. This is the moment when Niena's eyes rested on a small trampoline in the school garden.
"Ohhhhhh a trampoline!" she screamed. "Hold my glass."
Before I knew it, I had an extra glass in my hand, her coat in my fore arm and she is kicking off her shoes as she walks to the trampoline on the glass and shouting "ohhh I always loved those things. They are so liberating, don't you think?"
As she climbed in and started to jump up and down, giggling with a laughter that reminded me of a silver Christmas bell, I cannot help but to admire her flying body on the trampoline. For a petit girl, she is extremely voluptuous, with a soft and curvy body. Her ass is extremely firm. In fact, it is so firm that with her tight jeans, a subtle gap manifested between the cheeks that reminded me of a peach. She was wearing a flowery silk dress that flies up and down like the wings of butterfly. When the dress flies up I can see her ab which has a slight Adonis belt running through it. Moreover, I saw a red shade flashing by which I can only assume is the bra.
"Hey girl, that is not jumping." I teased her. "Come on jump higher, is that the best you can do?"
She complied gladly, and as she jumped higher I finally got a chance to assess her breasts. They were not huge, my guess is B+ tops, but fit a petit girl like her perfectly. They seem very perky and jumpy. As she jumped up and down they were almost struggling to fly out of her collar, forming a deep cleavage whilst doing so.
While I was drowning in my own thoughts and fantasies, she finally climbed down the trampoline, panting slightly, a flush forming on her cheeks and her front chest. I did not realize it until she took her wine glass out of my hands.
"Well well, somebody had a good show to watch, didn't he?" she smiled a devilish smile, teasing me. I was a bit embarrassed, but as a matter of fact, I had a semi-erection ongoing, and I wish I had not worn my tight suit paints that day. I hope for my own sake that she did not notice that (later she told me she did), and if she did, please do not let her think of me as a creep (she did not, au contraire she thought it was quite cute).
My dear readers, by now we were both tipsy, she flashed her boobs at me already and I have got a boner to work on. In the usual line of this type of story I would be doing her hot and heavy in the bathroom by now, which actually would have made my life a lot easier.
But God apparently said "Hell No!"
For a whole year, we remained friends, and we have always been best friends. We told each other secrets, we shared our histories, as we got closer and chummier we start to kiss regularly, when I was drunk I even groped her ass and boob. There was even one occasion when we both got drunk and she reached into my pant and fondled my penis, however it ended there as we were both terminally intoxicated. We both laughed about it the next morning, and I was thankful that it never became an issue or source of embarrassment.
Otherwise there has been no progress. We are just friends even though we were inseparable. The whole world saw us as a couple and everyone except our closest friends thought we were dating. I never quite knew my feelings towards Melina. Was it friendship, comradery, sexual or love? Who knows and it is too hard to figure it out. That being said, I do feel a strange feeling when she was dating other guys throughout law school. That feeling, as I would later come to realize, was jealousy raising its ugly head. Yet I continue to persuade myself that all was OK, that I was not, in fact, mayor of the friendzone.
Law school finished sooner than I thought and the long anxious process of job searching is finally upon us. Due to sheer luck or act of God we ended up working in the same city in two of the best law firms there is. Quite naturally we became roommates. There was not even a formal discussion. In retrospect, it seemed to just make sense, just taken for granted, that we would stick together. We found a good apartment near the center of the city at an amazingly reasonable price. Even our thesis professor congratulated us that we were "building our castle". Many of our classmates also sent their regards. To them this is just a college couple moving in together. Everything seems to be fine.
