*Every character in this story is a college student, at least 18 years old.
"Oh god!" Joe grunted as he ejaculated into Krissy Nguyen's mouth. Krissy kept on stroking the shaft of his cock with her lips clamped around it and her tongue continuing to swirl around the head, as blast after blast of his semen filled her cheeks.
"Mmmmm!" Krissy moaned, looking up at Joe's face as she swallowed every drop, her mouth never breaking contact with Joe's pulsing cock. Finally, the spasms in his body abated and his cock grew softer in her fist and on her tongue. She let Joe's penis fall from her mouth, and spoke.
"Will that hold you over until the fall?" She asked. It was May. The school year was finished. The dorm room around the single bed into which the two college freshmen -- now sophomores -- had folded themselves was stacked with boxes and suitcases holding all Krissy's belongings, and the belongings of her roommate Jenny.
Jenny had, generously vacated the room that morning when Joe came over to wish Krissy goodbye for the summer -- Jenny had a good idea what he wanted, and figured that Krissy was willing and eager. Krissy usually was -- willing and eager, that is. At least as Krissy had described hers and Joe's sex life to Jenny, Krissy seemed like the prototypical GGG girlfriend: good, giving, and game.
On their nights in together, Krissy and Jenny would drink and share stories of their respective sex lives. Jenny didn't have a boyfriend, but had had one in high school, and had several one night stands over the course of their freshman year. She wasn't at all prudish -- she was just very serious about her studies and didn't want the distraction of a boyfriend. Once she had a shot or two of tequila in her, Jenny was only too happy to share the details with Krissy.
Krissy didn't even require that much inspiration to start talking -- she was very open about what she and Joe did when they were alone. But, frankly, what they did was not all that exciting. Krissy and Joe had an enthusiastic but pedestrian sex life. Lots of oral, lots of missionary, not a lot of dirty talk. On the night they met, back during orientation in the prior fall, after talking and drinking in a local watering hole close to the dorms, Joe had asked Krissy if he could kiss her. She was attracted to him, and she liked that he honored her right to consent, so she said yes. But when, as they kissed, she slid her hand down to feel the bulge in Joe's shorts, he immediately suggested that they go back to his room. Krissy was turned on and would have kept rubbing him under the table in the bar, or even done him in a stall in the ladies bathroom, but he was obviously shy.
The few times Krissy had suggested that she and Joe try something racy -- having sex outside at night, or going dancing without underwear, going to a nude beach, or skinny dipping in the river near their Oregon campus -- Joe always said no. It wasn't that the ideas didn't excite him, but they usually excited him so much that he'd initiate sex or ask for a blowjob, and of course, once he came, his fantasies evaporated like so much steam. The bottom line was that Krissy had a playful streak, and Joe did not. Still, their relationship was warm, affectionate, and comfortable, if lacking in thrills.
Probably because of people's stereotypes of Asian women, people tended to underestimate Krissy. But they did so at their own peril. Krissy was whip smart, had already committed to a double major in statistics and psychology, and was by nature a deeply a compassionate person. She had a very high emotional IQ and she always pondered everybody else's motivations and drives. She was nonjudgmental, and very forgiving of those whom she cared about. Krissy was always willing to go the extra mile to accommodate a friend.
