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.
He looked at her and forgot about himself. The realization of power was sublime. He led her hands up to the waist of the boxers and enclosed them with his own as he pushed them down. He allowed the moment to last for a torturous minute, staring at her like a predator. She shuddered as his engorged penis came into view. Her cheeks were crimson and her stomach was flustered.
As his hand slowly touched her cheek, she realized what was expected. Her eyes met his and she knew she didn’t have what it took to refuse, though her mind screamed chastity. He pulled the foreskin back until the dark ruby head was fully revealed, while guiding her hesitant lips to its tip. At first she only let her lips brush the head momentarily before receding. Then she began kissing it more attentively. Finally she let the situation take its course and tentatively extended her tongue to taste him. With some small measure of hesitance she resigned herself to gently slurping before an authoritative hand pulled her head closer, forcing her to take him inside her hot mouth.
