This is my first try at erotic fiction. I hope you like it and please be nice.
It's largely autobiographical but not literally so. I'm an Asian girl and lots of what I write about Mei is me but lots isn't. I'll leave it to your imagination (hint, if it's about sex it's me)
If you all like it I'll write more but please let me know in the comments and by voting.
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Jenny was a cold, heartless bitch, and that was ok, it worked for her. It certainly never got in the way of her getting what she wanted.
She wasn't overt about it, after all, no one likes a bitch, and people liked Jenny. Yet she was completely empty of compassion and other values people judged the worth of others by. So she was only a bitch when it was of some value, some strategic utility.
To the world at large and the very few people she thought of as friends she was just Jenny; hard to get to know but pleasant enough.
In addition to being cold and heartless, Jenny was a slut. She had an insistent libido that would not stay quiet and nothing she could do would keep it sated for more than a few days. This secret, and the methods she used to keep her inner tigress fed, were kept carefully hidden. Were they discovered it would ruin her life.
It's not that Jenny fucked every guy she could. In fact she kept as few guys as possible, preferring one reliable cock at a time. Once she found one that knew his place, didn't talk too much, paid for stuff and didn't take the sex for granted, she kept him until he became tiresome.
The problem for Jenny was that her guys would inevitably turn gushy, fall in love, promise everlasting devotion and fidelity. That was her signal that it was time to stop answering phone calls and start blocking texts. Men suffered for loving Jenny and she liked it that way.
Jenny had been the most desirable woman in her small Wyoming town. She wasn't a beauty queen and she'd probably never get a job as a model, an actress or a pop singer. However, two things were irresistible about Jenny; one, she had a smoldering sexuality, like a force field that surrounded her, and two, she was a lithe Asian girl.
Now Wyoming is not known for its ethnic diversity and when Jenny came to town at age fifteen, her mother taking an assignment as a nurse, she was judged exotic and therefore desirable. Every boy in the small high school sought to make Jenny welcome. They went out of their way to carry her books and did what they could to get in her pants.
Jenny was born in Wuhan, capitol of Hubei province in China and at nine her folks emigrated to the U.S., settling with relatives in San Francisco. By the time the move to Casper happened she was as American as any kid could be.
That's when Jenny discovered how good it was to be Asian and female. She didn't really understand it, she didn't think of herself as any different than any other girl but for some reason she got much more attention than even prettier girls of her age.
One of her friends, Margo, said all the guys had yellow fever. She didn't really understand what was behind it but she knew it was true. White guys just seemed to find her irresistible.
By fifteen she was five foot five and one-hundred pounds, slim with hair the color of spilled ink and dark brown eyes. She knew she had a pretty face, pert breasts that were large for her frame and an ass that made male mouths water. But she discovered that to key to driving guys into paroxysms of lust, and got them to do her homework, flirting was the ticket.
By eighteen and starting senior year she was the best flirt in the county. With a few flutters of her eyelashes she could have her biology homework done by the dumbstruck nerd in her class. With a few suggestive hints she could have a term paper written. A quick kiss on a cheek and a 'You're the greatest,' she could borrow some guys car for the weekend. She was spoiled rotten, not by her Tiger Mom but by nearly every male she came in contact with.
She used her gifts to their full advantage and set her sights on Billy Michaels, a tall handsome boy who played linebacker on the football team. She didn't like him in the way high school girls liked football players, didn't give a damn about his popularity or charm. She liked the way his ass looked in jeans, his thick neck and the stories she heard at the lunch table made him more attractive still.
Billy, also a senior, was dating Alyssa and had been for two years, but that didn't present any problem to Jenny. She simply seduced him during an assembly when they were sent on an errand by their math teacher.
She wasn't subtle about it, she didn't have time. Sent to the supply closet to get some raffle tickets or something, she simply took off her skirt and panties in one motion, grabbed Billy, kissed him, pressed down on his shoulders until he was on his knees. She curled a leg around his neck and ground her pussy into his face. She came quick, kissed him and left with the tickets, never having said a word.
Billy stopped seeing Alyssa and for the next three months Jenny had all the dick she wanted. Then Billy made the mistake of buying her flowers and telling her how she made him feel. It was time for a new guy and she discovered that the social studies teacher might make a good replacement. He was single and there was a rumor he was gay. Every unmarried male teacher had the same rep, but Jenny knew better. She caught him staring at the white triangle under her skirt, which she exposed only to him as she slumped down in her first row chair. She loved skirts.
She started her seduction of the handsome young teacher with a few subtle innuendos. "You're such a wonderful teacher, Mr. Kelly. I know I could learn so much from you." Later it was, "Too bad I couldn't learn everything from you. Real life lessons."
She'd drop by his classroom and flirt when she had the opportunity. She knew it was driving him nuts. During class other students would notice that he was distracted but only Jenny knew why. She'd catch his eye before he diverted his gaze, then she'd spread her knees a bit wider and play with her hair to lure them back.
One day she followed him home; Casper isn't a big town. She knew the neighborhood and devised a plan. She'd catch him at the supermarket and chat him up, or maybe feign illness and get him to take her to his home, or something. Maybe she'd borrow some boy's car and run it into his mailbox.
She saw his girlfriend one day after school, when she picked him up in her convertible. She was hot, Jenny had to admit, but that would be no problem. Jenny knew that any red-blooded American man couldn't refuse her tight little Asian pussy. She'd have to ensure that the bitch wasn't at his house when she made her play.
"Any plans for the weekend Mr. Kelly?" she asked one Friday as class ended. His mind full of images of her triangle.
"Uh... No Jenny, just relaxing around the house. Maybe a little gardening."
"Oh is your girlfriend out of town?" She leaned in closer and with a confidential voice, said, "I saw her pick you up after school once. I love her car!"
"Yeah. She's going to be in Billings for a recertification test and to see her family."
"Oh, poor thing. You'll be home all alone and desperate for company."
"I'll survive, Jenny. How 'bout you? Any plans or just studying."
"Just studying. You know what Chinese mothers are like. It's all books and piano practice for me, but I'll get a chance to take a breather on Saturday."
"How's your Chinese, Jenny? I've been taking some online lessons, just, you know, to broaden my horizons a bit."
