By the time I got into my second year at university, when this story takes place, I had changed a great deal from the boy I was when I first enrolled. I came from a fairly small town where sex was not freely available and was something that I had only fantasised about. Maybe it was because I had been something of a nerd at school and even when I matured and built up a muscular body with regular trips to the gym the girls still remembered the boy I was, not the man I would become. Either way, most girls I knew saw me as a friend first and it was difficult to change that viewpoint. When, I went to university it was a relief that girls might see me in a different light.
Within the first few weeks at university I had lost my virginity and it didn't take me long to realise I didn't have much trouble getting girls. I am 6 foot tall, have dark brown, almost black, hair and green eyes. Girls always used to say my eyes were my best feature but I suspected my lean, muscular body had more to do with my successes. Anyway, as the weeks developed I had my fair share of partners but nothing ever became too serious, I was just having fun.
In my second year the stream of girls I bedded became a trickle. I was now living off campus and picking up girls didn't seem quite so important. I still went out at the weekend to chat up girls but mostly I was concentrating on my studies. Something happened that year though that remains my favourite memory from college.
After one of my lectures, my eye caught a girl I had seen a few times before. In fact, I had always tried to sit in a position where I could look at her during lectures. I had always had an attraction to oriental girls as I suppose a lot of men do. This girl was a great example of why. She had beautiful shoulder length black hair, big brown eyes and perfect brownish skin. Most of all she had an indefinable air of mystery that attracted me more than anything.
"What did you think of that?" I asked as I caught up with her. She was quite small, about 5' 4" so I had to lean down slightly to speak to her.
We got talking about the lecture as we walked away from the campus but the conversation ran past that onto other matters people speak about when they first meet. I learned her name was Lei, she was from Hong Kong and she had come to England to study before going home where she wanted to be a teacher.
"Do you want a cup of coffee?" she asked as she stopped outside a house just on the edge of campus. Although she had a strong accent it was clear she had learned English from a young age, as it was perfect.
"Yeah, that sounds great," I said. I didn't drink coffee as a rule but one simply doesn't refuse a gorgeous woman asking you in for coffee.
Lei's house was a typical student house in lay out with the living and the kitchen area connected. We removed our coats and I settled on the couch as Lei went into the kitchen to make our coffee. I noticed the room had a definite woman's touch. The house in which I was living was always a mess with books scattering the floor. This room though was neat and tidy with beautiful prints and the walls and candles placed everywhere. I pointed this out to Lei.
"That's more to do with Mandy than me," Lei replied, "She's my housemate. And an art student."
"Hi, I'm Mandy."
I whipped my head round to look towards the doorway, where the new voice had come from. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Mandy was wearing a red dressing gown that came down to the middle of her thighs. In all honesty she was a work of art herself. She was Chinese like Lei but she was much taller, only and inch or two smaller than me. She was slim, on someone less graceful it would seem skinny, but on her it was perfect. Her hair was as black as night, looked as soft as silk and came down to the bottom of her back.
I managed to put my eyes back in their sockets. "I was just saying to Lei, this house is beautiful," I said, "I'm Alex, by the way."
She sat next to me on the couch. Although there was plenty of room, she sat up close to me so our legs were touching. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils and I could feel her eyes assessing me as she looked me up and down. She made no effort to disguise what she was doing.
