Now that Sasha was keen on attending a program in Vancouver in Canada, she was setting about getting coursework, work experience, and references. She knew she would have no problems with grades. She was blessed with a high IQ, a curiosity about the world, and some previous accreditation for language fluency.
One of those languages was Japanese. She had lived there with her mother for a few years and attended an international school where everyone learned Japanese and English, and she became a good reader, writer, and translator.
This led her to a job at the university as a Teaching Assistant. She did not need the pay, as such. It wasn't a lot anyway. Professor Greenwood certainly appreciated having someone who could take some marking and help with tutorials. He had a master's student, Midori, who did some actual teaching, so she also appreciated that Sasha could help as it gave her more time for her own studies.
Professor Lachlan Greenwood (or Dr. G, as many students called him) was a ruggedly handsome Brit who had lived in Asia for many years. He was about six-two, in his early forties, and he was developing a bit of salt and pepper in his mostly black mane of hair. His eyes were clear blue, he was always clean shaved, but let his hair get a bit on the long side. He had the solid physique of someone who had played rugby for many years (he still played on a men's squad and did some assistant coaching of the university women's team). His nose had paid the price for all that rugby football, as it was just a little bit crooked, giving him a rakish look. In one conversation Lucia had said, "Dr. G could be , like, a hero, or a villain in a movie - he's that handsome." Sasha had agreed.
The female students who were in Dr. G's classes had crushes aplenty. Even some of his colleagues joked that his classes were 10-1 females with crushes, and the one guy was likely gay - also with a crush. Girls who knew Sasha often joked about trading places with Sasha because she was too studious, and she seemed oblivious to Dr. G's charm. "Besides," one of her friends had said, "you already had René - why be greedy?" Sasha had laughed at this.
"Yes. That's why I don't need another man. Even a handsome daddy like Lachlan, um Dr. Greenwood."
There were rumors about Midori and Dr. G as well, but Sasha thought they were silly. They were professional and collegial as far as Sasha could tell, although any straight or bi woman was likely to feel a bit special when having a one-on-one conversation with Dr. G. It was his combination of respectfulness, a sense of humor, and a soothing deep voice. The same would go for Midori for anyone who had even a microgram of attraction to beautiful women.
Midori was a stunningly pretty, Japanese woman with luxurious, medium length black hair, large eyes, medium-sized but shapely breasts, long legs, and a shapely behind. She often played with colored streaks and highlights in her beautiful hair, and she had given Sasha advice on where to go and whom to see when Sasha was thinking about coloring her own dark mane. Midori was also graceful in her bearing. She also had numerous students crushing on her. Sasha enjoyed talking to her because she had one more person to practice proper Japanese with, and to pick up a bit of Korean from.
Hannah, Lucia, and even René had pressed Sasha for intel on Dr. G and Midori, but she did not have anything to give them. "They just seem professional. Sure, they get along, but no slap and tickle, canoodling, or snogging." She quipped, wagging a finger and cocking one eyebrow. These were terms and expressions she picked up from the British Hannah, and she got a kick out of them. "Who would not find either of them beautiful. Well, they would be a good match, but Midori has someone in Seoul."
"Yeah, right," Hanna had said dismissively.
"Midori is practically engaged to a guy named Kenzo who she went to school with in Japan. He's studying in Seoul - some tech stuff. She showed me pic and videos of them. He looks kind of nerdy, but to each her own. I really don't think she's been looking or active here. She's never mentioned anyone else."
"Sure.
Su polla
- his dick -can't be that long to reach her from Seoul," Lucia snorted. "
Ella es muy guapa
! I'll bet she's just quiet about it."
"I've heard of people who had good long-distance relationships," René said.
"Maybe," Hannah said. "But I would just miss the sex too much. I would need hall passes."
Everyone laughed. Still Sasha wondered what she would want to do in that situation - if she and René were that serious and had to spend time apart. Would there be jealousy? Loyalty?
That night she felt and reacted much more seriously with René. This surprised him somewhat. They respected each other and enjoyed their sex life - even had sex with Hannah and Lucia - and both could be quite exuberant.
As he stroked Sasha's breasts, tenderly licking and sucking her perfect nipples that jutted out hard from her small areolas, his free hand rubbing her wet pussy, her clit quivering against his finger, Sasha pulled him on top of her, kissed him passionately, looking deep into his clear blue eyes.
"You are so beautiful," she said earnestly. "Promise me..." She felt his rigid phallus settle between her silky thighs and resting on her labia.
"Promise what, love?" René adjusted himself so he could rub his glans on the nectar soaking her opening. She did not break her gaze, her hazel eyes holding him captive.
"If we get more serious, we will be honest with each other." She gripped his erection, shifted her hips, and the head slipped inside, the now familiar stretch making her juices flow more.
"Of course, love." René held her gaze easing his thick hard cock in and out slowly a bit at a time.
"That way there won't be any petty jealousy." Sasha grasped his taut buttocks forcing his stiff member all the way into her eager cunt.
"Ahhh!" he sighed, the crush of Sasha's tight young pussy on his cock exciting him further. He rested it in, up to the hilt, and the two rocked their hips together so they could bask in their sexual unity. "About what?"
"Well, it's inevitable. We will spend times apart." Her long legs wrapped around her lover urging him to begin slowly pumping his erection fully in and out of her love hole. On each entry, she tried to clench her wet cunt to tantalize the cock that was giving her such exquisite pleasure. "You know I want to go to Canada next fall."
"That's many months." René began just pushing the head in and out of her hot opening.
