He had left college a year ago, after his parents withdrew their financial support. At first he had felt ambivalent, but as time passed a sense of displacement surfaced. It created a void within him, which demanded escape. And so it found him.
His girlfriend in college had been his first and only love. She too was forced to leave. He felt dark. As though what he had been had left, and what he was, lay hidden in the recesses of his mind. His new girlfriend was different from the last, who had been articulate, cute, four years older, and European. The new girl was nineteen, Chinese, and possessed a striking face, as well as a remarkable figure. Her shirt revealed well-proportioned breasts that seemed to just float. Her stomach was toned, though not muscle-bound. Her khakis wrapped around a perfect ass. Only astounding ignorance marred her aesthetic perfection. The more she spoke, the more incomprehensible she seemed. All the same he smiled and pretended to relate as he felt the tender skin of her thigh.
She had tenaciously guarded herself at first, but a smooth voice and a warm look convinced her to allow further explorations. He played everything with paternalism, though what he felt was satisfaction, the satisfaction of his will infringing upon hers. He sensed that her inexperience had left her with an overwhelming fear of embarrassment. He played upon her fears and she gave up what little control she had.
He arose from the couch and motioned for her to remain seated as he stepped in front of her. He placed her hands at the top of his pants. Not knowing what was expected, and too embarrassed to withdraw, she let him use her fingers to manipulate the clasp open. Her eyes widened as the zipper descended with a tug of from her hand. On sight of the tented cotton boxers she became visibly uncomfortable with her lack of control. Her hands were frozen on the sides of his receding pants.
