PRACTICE GIRLFRIEND
*** CHAPTER 1: Feng ***
Most guys lose touch with their junior high crush when her family moves away, and that's that. I, too, was heartbroken when I heard Alana Jones was moving. But to my surprise and delight, she didn't move *away*, she moved *to* my neighborhood, and ended up living next door to me! Too bad I didn't have the guts to talk to her! I was the shyest, most whitebread boy ever. So as the years passed, I could only watch Alana from the sidelines. Craving her with all my soul, and she barely knew I existed.
After high school, all my friends left for big important state schools. I'm the only guy I know who stayed for Podunk Community College. But, lo and behold, who was this beauty I saw on the Podunk College campus? This heart-stopping girl-next-door type, with medium-length brown hair and the freckles, curvy hips, blue jeans, and an 'Arrested Development' T-Shirt? It was none other than Alana Jones! It turns out that she, too, had stayed in our small town. She, too, had enrolled in our small-town trade school!
It was obviously fate, and I HAD to take action. But how? I was still so shy, so awkward, so white. I was as innocent as Dorian Gray.
That's when I realized I needed a practice girlfriend.
I would get myself a practice girlfriend in order to learn how to be with girls. I would use her for sex practice, flirting practice... everything practice. Then after leveling up by grinding enough slimes, I'd be ready to fight the final boss. That was my thought process.
But I was really quite inexperienced. I tried asking out a few other girls I knew from school. I was universally BTFO (Blown The Fuck Out). I'd been an incel all my life growing up. No girl in my peer group would give me the time of day.
Then I ran into Feng.
Feng was a "Fresh Off The Boat" (FOB) Chinese girl. All those Chinese parents send their kids to the U.S. for education, to the most expensive U.S. schools they can afford, right? Well I guess Feng's parents weren't well-off back in China. So Podunk Community College was the best they could afford.
When I had asked Stacey out for coffee, she had said, "Bug off, loser!" When I'd asked Vicky, she had said, "Ewww! Gross!" But when I asked Feng, she answered in that cute Chinese accent of hers: "I would love that, Michael! What time are you available?"
I ended up kissing Feng on that coffee date. My life's first kiss, at Starbucks! Romantic! Well, I guess for a rural chink like Feng, whose parents were farmers for the Communist Party, "Starbucks" actually WAS sort of exotic and romantic. Whatever: doesn't matter, got kissed.
"You're blushing," said Feng, after that first kiss. She giggled.
She was right. I was blushing from my first kiss, and somehow, the blush stuck. My skin tone got permanently darker!
I was still living with Mom and Pop. So Feng and I would go to her dorm room and hang out there. Her roommate Chen gave us the 'evil eye' and we could hear rap music from another dorm room through the paper-thin walls the entire time, but whatever: doesn't matter, had sex.
We were both completely clueless about the act of love. It was a learning experience for both of us. I guess most people learn all that stuff in high school. Feng and I went through that awkward first romance as college freshmen. Fortunately it didn't really matter since Feng was just a foreigner. I didn't give a fuck what she thought about me in the long run. She was just my practice girlfriend.
Actually, looking back at it, my lack of caring ironically made me a better lover than I realistically had any right to be. For example, if it were Alana Jones I was dating, I would NEVER have had the balls to suggest watching porn together. But with Feng it was no more awkward than watching porn with your pet hamster in the room. We clumsily tried to imitate the different positions we saw. Gradually, we got better at the physical act of sex. Feng especially liked watching WMAF raceplay videos with me. She would get really turned on watching amateur Asian girls talk about how they would never touch little Asian boys, how only Western cocks were any good, etc.
I didn't care about keeping other men away from Feng. I eagerly encouraged her to learn about makeup, fashion, and working out. If it were Alana, I'd've been too afraid if she made herself look better some other guy would steal her. But it was just Feng, who the hell gives a fuck about Feng? I could just snag another FOB bitch if some other guy took Feng. The girl was just my training-wheels.
It's amazing what a little makeup can do for a girl. Look up one of those Asian makeup "before and after" memes if you wanna see what I'm talking about. A little primer, a little eyelash glue, and some clothes that weren't designed by Chairman Mao, and BANG! My little practice girlfriend became a 'six' out of 'ten' almost.
I was becoming more attractive myself! My muscles were getting larger from all that fucking, and my skin tone got darker and darker. All that rigorous training in Feng's little pussy stretched my cock out, I was a good inch longer, and it felt great. In order to intimidate my little practice girlfriend into greater depths of submissiveness, I started acting like a thug. I started talking ghetto, and dressing like a rapper. Poor Feng was completely intimidated and she would leap at my every command, like a sex slave.
Picture me throwing her around (she weighed about fifty pounds soaking wet), choking her while I smashed her little sideways-vagina against the wall. Pulling her hair while she was moaning and whimpering, begging me to cum in her. I would push her down on the bed and molest her little titties (you could use her chest as a table, she was so flat!), biting her nipples HARD, I didn't give a fuck how she felt so I didn't hold anything back, she was GREAT practice. Picture me fucking her doggy-style, spanking her nonexistent little China-girl ass until the imprint of my hand was almost glowing. I guess practice works: I got to where I could make the bitch suffer three or four massive orgasms before I busted inside her.
Feng was totally devoted to me. She would talk about marriage and babies, while we were cuddling after a practice fuck. I just said whatever I calculated was the most strategic thing to say, assuring her of course I was gonna marry her and have babies with her, blah blah blah. She wanted to move into a real apartment together, split the rent with me. I kept on making up excuses, stringing her along so I could get some more practice out of her.
"I'm tired of Chen always giving us the 'evil eye'," Feng whispered one day. Chen was Feng's roommate, another Chinese FOB girl. I had just finished practicing 'prone bone' with Feng and we were cuddling. "Let's get our own apartment," she whispered. "I'll pay 75% of the rent, ok Daddy?"
"Not right now," I hissed. "Gots to study for 'dem midterms."
Actually, the truth is by that time I had already started cheating on Feng with Chen.
The first time I strayed from Feng and banged her room-mate, I swear, my skin turned an entire shade darker. At this point, I was practically mulatto.
I was starting to feel I was getting diminishing returns from Feng. There wasn't much left to practice besides practicing cheating on her. The roommate was just as easy to seduce as Feng had been. Even the fact that Chen had a Chinese boyfriend didn't seem to change anything. All those Chinese FOBs are pretty much just waiting to be sluts for the first Western guy to come along.
The night before midterms, I pretended I was drunk and I forced the two roommates into a threesome. "Darling, please! You're drunk!" Feng kept wailing, as I took turns on the two girls' pussies. Actually I wasn't drunk at all, it was just a pretext to excuse my actions. I had Feng and Chen in doggy style, with Chen on top of Feng so I could smoothly move from one girl's pussy to the other. They were having some kind of fierce argument with each other in their indecipherable orc language, but it didn't stop them both from cumming like crazy all over my Western dick. I busted a huge fat nut in Chen's pussy and then I grabbed Feng by the hair and rubbed her nose in it, til she reluctantly obeyed my demands and started licking.
After midterms, I resolved it was enough. I had obviously got all the experience points I could get out of Feng and Chen. It was time to stop grinding slimes and go fight the final boss. I set my eyes back on my neighbor, Alana Jones, the real target all along.
*** CHAPTER 2: Karen ***
