Saving Face

Soon-Yi and I had been roommates in college for three months when she finally broke down. We had gotten along pretty well considering our disparate backgrounds; she was a party girl whose parents were from mainland Korea and I was a fledgling lesbian of Irish-American descent. We both had a similar taste in music, though, and a love of the freedom that college life gives you. Before I arrived at college, I wondered if she would understand and accept my sexual orientation, but she seemed to have no problem with it (though I think she thought I was just trying to make my parents mad).

Soon-Yi would often ask me to go with her to a party, and sometimes I accepted. It's nice every once in a while to get dressed up and go out, even if the evening usually ends up with some drunk guy trying to put the moves on me as Soon-Yi slowly passes out on the couch. That evening, a chilly Friday in November, a band that we both liked was playing at one of the frat houses and we were getting ready for the event. I'm not much for a lot of makeup, but I do like to apply a little lipstick and de-frizz my hair before I meet strangers. Soon-Yi on the other hand should have been in the Miss America pageant for all the time she spent in front of the mirror applying makeup and finding the right outfit.

I had finished my preening and was sitting on my bed watching a rerun of "Friends" when I heard a muffled sob. I turned to Soon-Yi and noticed that she was trying her hardest not to cry as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Soon-Yi, what's going on," I asked her, concern evident in my voice. "Is everything okay?"

"You would not understand, Liz," she replied in between sobs. "You have everything! You are so beautiful and I am just a round-faced nobody!"

"What are you talking about? You know you are one of the most beautiful women in this dorm. I mean guys have been throwing themselves at your feet all semester!"

Soon-Yi and I sat down on her bed, my arm around her as she wept and explained. "I am not beautiful; I am ugly! Look at these Asian eyes! My dark skin and my short, stubby legs! I am never going to find someone to love me. Asian men have such high standards, even my mother tells me I need to have some plastic surgery to look better!"

Now, my mom has hinted at times that I need to lose weight, but she's never told me that I needed plastic surgery! A surge of protectiveness ran through me as I hugged her close. "First off, Soon-Yi, American men - and women for that matter! - can be very judgmental about appearances. And in any case you are one of the loveliest women I know!," I said as I held her hand in mine.

"Look at this hand," I said, comparing hers to mine. "I have been envious of your skin tone since I first met you! It's the perfect shade, especially next to LizBeth the Friendly Ghost sitting beside ya."

Soon-Yi giggled a little at this and I smiled back at her, then impulsively bent down and kissed her hand. I looked back up at her and she had stopped giggling. Uh oh!, I thought to myself, I have just crossed some kind of line and now she's going to avoid me the rest of the year and things will be awkward between us and I'll probably have to move out and I'll never find a roommate as wonderful as she is (it helps that I don't have to take breaths when I think - hee hee hee).

As I stared into her inscrutable face, though, she whispered, "And how do my eyes look?" I looked deep into her dark brown eyes and said, "Your almond eyes draw me into you, surrounding me with their warmth and beauty." I then kissed each one of her eyelids, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. My lips moved then almost of their own accord as I focussed on her beauty.

"And your cheeks…" - kiss.

"And your ears…" - kiss.

"And your neck…" - kiss.

"And your arms…" - kiss.

"And your legs…" - kiss.

"And your feet…" - kiss.

I had to get off the bed and kneel down to kiss her legs and feet, and when I looked up Soon-Yi had removed her sweater and had started to undo her bra. As she unclasped her bra, her breasts, small with dark, dark nipples, perked up as they were exposed to the cold air in the room. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took off my blouse and bra and resumed my place on the bed beside her.

I saw in her eyes the earnest desire for my affection, my attention, and I was more than willing to give it. I knelt down and softly began kissing each breast, commenting on the beauty of the curve of her bosom, the texture of her areola, the taste of her nipple. I gave each breast the loving it deserved, mixing in long slow suckling with fluttering butterfly kisses. She softly moaned, her eyes shut as she finally felt a true acceptance of her body.

After a while, I began to move down her body, sliding down until I was once again kneeling in front of her. We moved in tandem, reading each other's minds and hearts; she lifted her hips off the bed as I undid her jeans and slid them down. I then slid fingers underneath the hem of her panties and helped those off as well.

Wow.

For a minute I was speechless. Her pussy was so beautiful - elegant and sensual. Trimmed into a perfect V, her pubic hair created a soft, dark patch for the most wonderful set of glistening puffy labia I have ever seen. I told her this and I moved close to smell her, enjoying her exotic aroma. My tongue flickered out to taste her as I breathed deeply and she sucked in her breath. I looked up to see if I should stop, but it was obvious from the push on my head towards her pussy that she was enjoying this. I spent a while laving and loving every square inch of her delightful, delectable pussy. I could feel myself get wet as well as I listened to her moan with each stroke of my tongue.

I slowly began to tease her folds open with my tongue, tasting the honey from the intimate source. My bright red hair and pale skin sharply contrasted with her dark pubic hair and tanned Asian skin as I felt her getting closer and closer to release. I took my time, prolonging her enjoyment as I slid my tongue, wet from her moisture, to her clitoris and began expressing to her how truly beautiful she was - inside and out. She held me close as she began to climax, stifling her cries of pleasure as she released nineteen years of people telling her she wasn't pretty enough.

She began crying again soon after she came, and I held her softly in my arms until she went to sleep. I tucked her in her bed, slipped out of my jeans and put on a nightshirt, got into my own bed and turned out the lights.

Soon-Yi never mentioned that night except for a blushing nod of the head in the morning and a close bond between us that has never been broken. She never "changed teams", but she always knew that there was someone in the world who loved her body for what it was, not what others said it should be. And as for me, I'm getting used to the idea that a small-chested redhead is just as beautiful and sexy as a busty blond pinup ;-).

The End

Thank you, friends, for all your support! The comments and encouragement are appreciated, and I'm always up for more! Remember the true beauty that each of you possess. LizBeth