Anzu is Japanese for Apricot.
Part of my curriculum as a hospitality student is to have a wine class – a class that not only teaches me about the different grapes, but also allows me (and the other students of course) to taste. We would usually have 6 flights of wine, each about 2 to 3 oz full. Some people would spit their wine or just taste a bit, without finishing their glass. I was one of the swallowers. In fact, after that class, my alcohol tolerance had shot up, since every Wednesday, I would drink at least 10 glasses of wine (actually, that makes about 5 or 6 regular glasses of alcohol, which is still quiet an amount for a girl who stands 5'3" at 127 lb).
Now, everyone knows what alcohol does to a girl. It gets her horny. Like weed does that to a man, alcohol loosens a girl up and allows her to let her guard down. In my case, it was a literal thing. I had another girl sitting behind me, a sweet Japanese chick who loved touching me. She was sweet to everyone, this Anzu, and she would give me hugs and pat me on my ass. Last semester, she leaned in to kiss me, but I moved my head away – I thought that she was kidding. Then, the entire summer, I had been wondering about that incident – what if Anzu really did want to kiss me. Would I have let her? Would I have enjoyed it?
Now, having her in my class, her sharp little nails scratching the sensitive part of my neck as Riesling is being poured into my system...ahh, all that is missing is some chocolate. Anzu was real nice – she would give me backrubs and sometimes, go forward and stroke my upper chest. She sat too far behind me to let her hand wonder freely into my shirt, though I never stopped her playing. I always assumed that she was just that – playing.
Then, one day after class (and a few glasses of German wine), she took my hand and jokingly pushed me to the staircase. She pushed me against the wall and kissed my lips. She was laughing and I asked her straight out if she was bi-sexual. She was. My hand caressed her breast through the sweater; I moved it lower over her waist into her pants. I felt the sweet cool flesh, the gentle swell of her ass and my Anzu, eyes closed, started to move her hips about. I let my hand roam, as I grabbed her flesh with my palm and stroked over her creamy skin. I had wanted my hand to enter her pussy, but I didn't want to hurt her – after all, it was my first time touching another woman.
I kissed her lips, as if I was kissing a man, her tongue entering my mouth and intertwining with mine, sucking on her upper lip as she sucked on mine. I started biting her lips gently, teasing her and her soft moans filled the area. My other hand went forward and I found her nipple under her sweater. Her hand found my ass and she pressed me closer, rubbing herself over my taunt thigh. Ahh, how I wished I wore a skirt at that moment, not some tight leather pants that barely allows room for grabbing of the ass. We continued kissing until finally she stopped and laughed a silvery laugh that meant a beginning and the end.
"I have a class to go to," she said in her cute Asian accent. What could I have said to stop her? Nothing, absolutely nothing. I smiled and we left the staircase and I went to see my man.
The following week, however, I had a plan. I asked my guy friend to wait for me in the hallway. He is a very big man, standing at 6'8", with dark chocolate skin and a tongue and lips just perfect for pussy eating. As I was leaving the classroom, I asked Anzu to walk with me. I introduced her to my friend Robert and the three of us walked toward the staircase again. I was a bit woozy, but Rob held me as I opened the door and pushed Anzu inside. I smiled at her and kissed her softly on the lips. She moaned against me and pressed her soft body against mine. This time, I was smart. I wore a skirt. Her hand quickly snaked under my skirt and found my wet petals. She smiled at me as she plunged her finger inside me, tracing intricate patters on the inner walls of my pussy. I was gasping soon, as she pumped me, but I would not let her have the pleasure of watching me cum. I took her finger out of my pussy and started licking it, sucking off my juices, kissing her palm and then kissing upward. She was wearing a t-shirt with her jeans today, and I could clearly see her nipples standing up. I kissed on the inside of her elbow and moved my cheek against her breast. Rob was sitting on the staircase and he gently pushed me down on his lap. I felt his hard on, but I was too busy playing with Anzu's breast in my mouth. Anzu must've said something, because Robert answered her, but my mind was too foggy to notice. I felt his hands though, his large hands feeling my ass cheeks, spreading them and pushing my thong deeper into my soaking pussy. I started bucking on his finger, then I felt two and I was stretched to my limit, feeling as if I had his dick inside me. Rob, being a very large man, has very large fingers. I felt those fingers spread open and start curling on the inside and I moaned on Anzu's breast.
She grabbed my head and kissed me ferociously, her hand joining Rob's under my skirt. I spread my legs open and felt two beautiful people play with me, her nimble finger rubbing over my clit. Quickly, she went down on her knees and started playing with my pussy. Her tongue traced the outline of my outer labia, then licked Rob's fingers as he continued pumping inside me. Then I felt her tongue on my clit, little licks repeating over and over, as if a cat was lapping on milk. I groaned and kissed her sweet mouth again and felt my body squirt liquid onto the floor. She laughed, that silver voice ringing in the hallways again, and let me suck on her fingers. I smiled at her and stood up on wobbly feet.
