I went back to my apartment to change.
Hiro, my roommate from Tokyo, greeted me with a husky "Hi," followed by standing there awkwardly in his hunched posture, staring at me with eyes like black marbles, wearing that half-smile of his. I didn't like how he would nod nervously at everything in a conversation, so I tried to keep it brief with him. He was supposedly studying economics, but he always seemed to just be hanging around the apartment, but not on his phone, computer or watching TV- he was always just standing in the kitchen, hall or bathroom sink, mostly just staring off into space as if he were thinking about something really important and I was interrupting him.
I smiled and nodded at Hiro, going into my room while he continued to stand there. He went back to watching people walk to class through the sliding glass door to our balcony.
After getting changed, I went to the dining hall to get breakfast. Inside was crowded and echo filled, with a sickly sweet bleached aroma ice cream shops always smell of. On my way to find a seat after getting some imitation eggs and toast, I saw my friend Samuel sitting at a table in a sunlit corner, chatting up a cute Japanese girl, Aika, and Laura, the Dutch girl.
I joined them. We joked about what was in the dining hall food, gossiped about other people living in the apartments, talked about which teachers we found weird, and teased Sam about his misogynistic jokes that went a little too far for the girls' tastes.
I asked Laura about her interest in Japan and Anime and Manga as she blabbed on about it as she had at the party. Laura was working on copying drawings out of a fantasy themed manga. She lamented how she had to take pictures of the speech bubbles and have her friend in Japan translate them for her over the phone. One of my best friends from the boxing gym was Japanese, and I picked up a few phrases from him. It got me into studying it, and I had learned all my hiragana, katakana, and basic kanjis enough so I could stumble my way through any manga at a middle school level. She was impressed I was able to roughly translate the few pages across the table, which prompted her to come around to my side of the table and sit next to me. Our arms and legs kept brushing together as I continued translating more frames of the manga comic. It was a lot of fun and felt good to use my Japanese knowledge.
I kept glancing down at Lauras cleavage in her low cut tank top, and her bra was loose enough to see her pert pink nipples. She definitely noticed, but kept leaning forward and asking what this speech bubble or frame meant. We went on until Sam and Aika had already left for their classes.
I realized my 10 AM class had already started. I got up and my erection strained against my pants, but I played it cool and just said I'd see her later. She apologized for making me late, and said she'd make it up to me, giggling as she looked back and forth between my eyes and hard dick.
In my African Literature class, every novel we read was about rape in some way. This cute girl in the class read a passage out loud about a nomad on horseback taking a village girl as his slave, stripping her of her clothes, slathering her naked body in oil, binding her hands behind her back, and leashing and collaring her, forcing her to walk alongside his horse, before taking her into the reeds and forcing her to submit to him. Some people in the class laughed nervously, but there was a silent acknowledgment among everyone that the scene was incredibly hot, despite us supposed to feel some kind of outrage towards the nomads and sorry for the people in the village. I pictured Nellie as my bound slave girl, her hair in a single braid, a wisp of stark red against her lily-white back, and I grew hard.
The next day, I got a text from Laura asking me what I was up to and I said I was taking a study break and going to watch this somewhat sexually suggestive anime about a schoolgirl who gives up her clothes for super powers. She said she had heard of that one and asked if she could watch it with me.
She was knocking at the door within a few minutes and Hiro answered it.
"Hi," he said, standing in doorway, staring with his usual emotionless robotic demeanor.
"Hi, Hiro. May I come in?" she asked, talking in an overly polite tone.
Hiro stepped aside, staring at her plump ass clad in tight jeans as she walked by. I offered to show her my room. Shaking my head at Hiro, who hung his head down and looked up at me with his eyes, like he was trying to look at me through his eyebrows.
I put on the schoolgirl Anime show and we sat next to each other on my bed. By the end of the first episode, our hands were touching and gently caressing each others palms and fingertips. As soon as the episode ended and the credits rolled, she looked bashfully at me and leaned in to kiss me. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and a tingling excitement pulsed through my body. Our bodies writhed against each other's. She playfully bit my lower lip. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek and we laid down together, snuggled and talked in whispers into each other's ears. It was a different sort of connection than the one I had with Nellie. But it felt good to let my guard down around someone and be vulnerable. My erection poked through my pants, but for some reason it didn't feel right to try and fuck her right then, and that was as far as we went that night. After she left, I started to jerk off to relieve the tension that had built up, but then I lost the desire to finish myself off. I definitely had blue balls, but for some reason I didn't want to cum, despite imagining Laura on her knees with her hands tied behind her back.
The next day, after working on assignments all afternoon I was feeling restless. All my roommates were gone, and my friends on campus were busy doing something else. My thoughts drifted to the awesome shower sex with Nellie. I hadn't seen her since then and although Laura and I had made out, I hadn't cum since then either. My thoughts drifted to the flashes of exposed skin and hips and breasts and eyebrows arched in such a way that turned me on.
Just as I was about to go on the Internet and start jerking off to porn, Laura texted me.
"Hey! What are you up to?"
I paused, looking at my phone. I don't know what got into me, even though I did like Laura, I knew she would just be gone in a few months and real relationship wasn't possible. I decided I could pretty much say whatever I wanted to her.
"Just getting ready to masturbate."
The phone didn't move for a second and thought I had disgusted her and would never hear from her again. Instead, the little dots on the phone jumped up and down signalling she was typing something and she said:
"Oh... Should I leave you to that or you need some help? ;) "
"Sure, come over."
Within 5 minutes, there was a knock at my door. Hiro answered it. Laura wore a black beanie with one bang hanging in front of her face, tattered hip hugging shorts and a thin white t-shirt bearing the Dali painting of the melting clocks. He gawked openly at her tits as she begrudgingly sidled past him. I shook my head at him: Not cool, dude. He stared dumbly back at me, mouth slightly open. I closed the door to the bedroom behind us.
"I thought you'd be hard already," she said, making a show of looking down at my crotch, with mock disappointment in her voice. We both laughed. I traced my finger along her jaw.
We kissed.
She stopped to take off her shirt and bra. Her full breasts flopped out as she released them. They were big and beautifully shaped, didn't sag, but hung over her rib cage like two perfect, soft semicircles. She arched her back so I could better fondle and explore them with my eyes, hands and tongue. She reached under my shirt and to feel my chest, so I took my shirt off. She ran her hands through my chest hair, which never grew in very thick, and she leaned in to kiss and lick my nipples, which felt amazing.
