For Sonja
Like every other guy in our class, I too had a secret crush on Sonja. She was from Germany and was one of the most intelligent students in the whole student body (if not the single most intelligent). She was also very friendly and humble, if not a bit reserved, and she was very kind and considerate to me.
Me? I was the only Asian guy in our class, and since I was Korean, that made me even rarer at our school. Growing up as an Asian guy in predominantly White society all my life, I never had any friends who were White females... but Sonja made me feel very included and close, for which I was often grateful. She had very professional looking handwriting in her class notes she shared with me that were so exquisite and that I admired very much. I did not know how she could write so quickly and so neatly. I attributed all these good qualities to her German genetics.
It was only natural that this Korean boy developed a crush on Sonja.
Our school was having a homecoming dance, and I dared to take a chance to ask her out to go to the homecoming with me. I remember that as I went up to her, she took off her jacket and she was in the middle of stretching, and I don't know how I missed all the time up to now, but I saw unmistakably as if for the first real time how extremely busty she was. My eyes must have popped wide, but I know I suddenly froze and all the courage I had saved up to ask her out now completely vanished away, and I felt so intimidated by her.
I couldn't ask her out. I felt ridiculous that I even thought I had a chance of her saying yes to me.
It was after seeing her body in that way that oblivious me finally began paying more attention to what the other guys in our class were snickering to each other when she was out of the room, and learned more about why exactly they had crushes on her too. It wasn't because they admired her handwriting or kindness. Everyone had her big tits on their minds and they laughed about how they wanted those big jugs in their hands, mouths, and between their dicks.
I noticed more closely how when she was in the room, in her seat during lectures, the other guys would silently make eye contact with each other and then leer at her chest, make eye contact back with their friends smirking and silently laugh again.
I didn't go to the homecoming, but one of those guys at least probably did take her. I never heard though.
Near the end of the semester, Sonja and I were paired together as partners on our final project. We shared a lot of time together outside of classes and I got to know more about her and thankfully became closer to her working together on the project. I was grateful and happy for the opportunity.
We got an A on the final project and I knew that once the semester was over, Sonja would be going back to Germany. It was silly for me to feel sad about that, but I did.
On a Friday evening after our last class of the week, and the beginning of the weekend, she invited me to her apartment a short drive away from the school. I followed her in my own car.
Inside her place, she eventually told me that she thought I was handsome. She didn't even say "for an Asian" at the end. I was attractive looking to her as a man. I had always had such a crush on her and after my eyes became opened to how sexy her body was, I always fantasized about her as all the other men around her did too. But how could I share that with her without coming off as so pervy.
Not to sound conceited, but I knew I was attractive to women. The problem for me was that: as an Asian man, I knew that non-Asian women needed to be shown that Asian men have big muscles and big cocks. And I didn't have those. So even though several attractive White and sometimes Latina women told me they found me handsome, I never made a move to escalate signs of attraction and pursue bedding them. Because I was "unqualified" to do so. I didn't want to add to the already-prevalent negative stereotypes that non-Asian women are bombarded with about Asian guys. Besides, there were better looking and more social Asian guys at our school (not many, but they could be found here and there on campus), who I knew had very big cocks (not gay, but some I'd seen them in our shared dormitory showers before I moved out to my own apartment off campus). I was hoping those women would go for those Asian guys instead who could shatter the stereotypes and satisfy them appropriately.
But with Sonja, I knew that I would always forever regret not tasting her body at least once, so I very nervously let happen that night in her apartment whatever would happen.
She took off her coat first and I got to see more of the shape her figure and my hands began to sweat. She smiled her timid or shy or reserved smile she had a gentle habit of and she looked so beautiful it made my heart warm and race as I wanted so much to kiss her, taste her lips, put my tongue inside her and feel her body.
I was honestly very scared and nervous and intimidated by her body. I wasn't sure if she felt about me how I felt about her, and I didn't want to risk losing her as even just a friend, so I didn't press my luck. I tried to stay as respectful as I could, but I'm sure she saw the glances of my eyes following the powerfully magnetic, gravity-like pull drawing my gaze to her ample chest sticking out so unavoidably from her clothing.
She had the prettiest face I'd seen up close, and her eyes were so kind I could get lost staring into them if I could get away with it without creeping her out, but her eyes were so deep and the design so intricate inside the color.
She was too beautiful it was hard for me to make eye contact with her, I couldn't look for too long in her face.
We actually didn't sleep together that night, sadly. I went home and jerked off imagining how it would feel to fuck her instead.
I did get to fuck her another night, though, and when she finally let me know I had her permission, I eagerly took her sweater off, her shirt, her sports bra, and what the hell, she was wearing two sports bras. My hands were so nervous I went up to kiss her mouth again. We had been kissing and making out and tasting her lips was something I was enjoying so much. I kissed her now as a safety refuge to get more courage again before I stripped her chest totally naked and saw what every man in our school wished they could see.
I took off her second sports bra and her mountainous breasts fell out heavily and I just stared. Oh my god. For the rest of the night, she was god to me and I moaned her divine name so many times I lost count.
My mouth was watering as my eyes took in each breast in full scope. Holy fuck. Her breasts were so large, so gorgeous, so intimidating, I felt so unworthy of being with her. She saw what must have been a reverential fear in my eyes because Sonja gently leaned into me while at the same time pulling me gently in close to her, to her body, and kissed me so warm and wet in my mouth. Her soft hands took my own and moved them to her soft hot breasts. I shuddered as they felt so heavenly perfect. I kissed her deeper and moaned my pleasure in her mouth as my hands shakingly found more and more courage the more I caressed and squeezed and kneaded those angelic Germanic titties.
My heartbeat was pumping so hard the pressure in my ear making me lightheaded as I removed my mouth from Sonja's lips and I just stared wide-eyed at Sonja's divine chest. I couldn't believe how big her breasts were. It amazed me how this White woman could have breasts that big and heavy and that they were real. I wanted to ask her a million questions, but I could just stare in reverence and my mouth dried up and I couldn't move until Sonja reassured me that it was ok. She was very patient and gentle and encouraging with me and that helped so much to overcome my feeling so intimidated by her overpowering beauty.
I had never been intimate with a White woman before in my life, and her body made me feel so unworthy to be in her presence, I felt so intimidated just looking at her. She kissed my hands and moved them to her breasts once more and told me to squeeze them.
They're so large, oh my god, I told her. They're so soft and large. I'm telling her things she already knows and probably heard many times from who knows how many guys, and I know I can't compare to them, but I try to enjoy what I can get from her body anyway.
