I first met Winnie when we were in high school at the age of eighteen. We were both Asian, but I had lived my entire life in the states whereas she had only been here a few years. I noticed she was so different from all the other American girls in school. Winnie was a natural beauty, tall, slim, with long black hair. She would wear these Asian type outfits, thin in material which would show off her perky tits. And because she never wore a bra, her nipples were always poking through. She was so sexy in an innocent way and I was infatuated by her.
I grew up in the US, so I knew very little of Asian customs and could barely speak the language, but I quickly learned to get to know her better. After we started talking, I found out she was very naΓ―ve. She was a natural flirt with the way she would always be leaning into me. I could feel her body against me while she smiled and giggled in her cute little way. But I saw her acting the same way with all the other guys. I remember feeling so confused, jealous, but horny at the same time. I was surprised it was me she chose to be her boyfriend.
The first two years of our relationship was tough. Her father didn't want her dating and her brothers were very protective of her. She lived in an Asian trailer park community and the guys there were still hitting on her even though they knew I was her boyfriend. She was very honest and told me in detail what they were saying, so I trusted her.
Many of my friends told me how hot they thought my girlfriend looked and I found myself enjoying the way they talked about her. We were at a party and one of the guys picked up a Maxim magazine from the table and told everyone how she looked like the scantily clad girl on the cover. It was his way of saying she looked sexy and we were all amused by his comment. Another friend would joke about her pokies. It was harmless and she would playfully try to beat him up.
In private, the talk was even more bold. One of my close buddies kept asking about our sex life. I gave him intimate details and was surprised how much it turned me on talking about my girlfriend in that type of way. Another friend told me how she looked like a popular import model at the time, Kaila Yu. We compared a picture of them together and were surprised by the similarity.
Then he pulled up a naked picture of Kaila and asked me, "does she look like that too?"
I'm not sure why I did it, but I showed him a topless picture of Winnie and he said to me, "wow you're lucky".
We had an incident during the week I was to leave town for school. Our group of friends would play basketball weekly at a nearby park. Winnie never came along, but she wanted to be there with me before I left town.
While she was walking around the park, I could see the guys all glancing her way and checking her out. She had on a miniskirt revealing her long legs, but it was her tight white top that showed off her curvy breasts. After being in the hot afternoon sun, her shirt clung to her body and I noticed her dark nipples becoming visible.
While I was in the middle of a game, one of the older guys walked up to her and they started talking. He was standing next to her shirtless while Winnie's nipples poked at her shirt. Even though I was on the court playing, I watched him make a move on my girlfriend. At first they were just talking and then he stepped in closer. With a quick move, his hand moved to her neck line brushing down between her breasts.
My friends all noticed and wondered why I didn't react to it. After the game ended, I finally got to Winnie and took her home. I asked her about our friend and similar to when other guys would hit on her, she told me in detail what happened. This time I sensed an excitement in her.
She giggled in her cute little way while telling me, "he so bad, he teasing me about my xΓ muα»i(raisins), he say they look delicious".
I guess I should have been upset, but I didn't say anything.
The following week, I left town for school, but it was only a two hour drive away. Throughout our time apart, there were other incidents with our friends. She would always tell me about it, making me feel so nervous being away from her. But the time apart made us miss each other and reinforce our desire to be together.
We had a one year long distance relationship before Winnie finished high school and moved in with me in our own apartment. The first few months living together was great and then we started having problems. While she went to hair school, I was the only one working, so we struggled with money living on our own for the very first time. We became stressed with work and school and Winnie started having an attitude. The moodiness and constant fighting wore on our relationship. After another year of living together, we talked about breaking up and made plans to go our separate ways after the apartment lease ended.
