The Cheong Sam

Yeah, I thought she was stuck up.

I met Alicia in uni and after I introduced myself to her, she said a few incomprehensible words to me, then took off to talk to someone else. At other times, I said hi to her whenever I saw her, but she often just looked down and walked right past me. She was attractive but I wasn’t drawn to her immediately, even though she was my type: shorter, Asian features, slim body, long black hair, and an exotic accent.

But before long, she regularly came over to my dorm room whenever I was making dinner, give me the sad puppy eyes, and ask if she could have some. Whatever. She was small and didn’t each much anyway. Other people in the dorm thought there was something going on but there really wasn’t. I found out later that most of her sexual energy was devoted to her sometimes boyfriend, Dave.

Alicia met Dave through her cousin, who didn’t know she was a virgin. When Dave found out, he was very excited – after all, who doesn’t want to conquer that mountain? Dave tried and tried, but many blowjobs and finger fucks later, Alicia would not give it up to him. Interestingly enough, she was still somewhat of a virgin after dating her next boyfriend, who insisted on ONLY having anal sex with her.

A few years later, Alicia invited me to her graduation along with the rest of her family. I was, of course, late and so ended up with a seat in the top balcony. When the first speaker announced that it was a ceremony that would last three hours, I groaned so loud that everyone turned around to look at me. Well, I thought, if I was going to be there for three hours, I was going to get a better seat. I walked around the building and ended up near the graduates. Alicia happened to sitting near the aisle and saw me, so I waved to her. Having been spotted, I thought it was safe for me to go shopping for a graduation present for her. So for the next two hours, I went downtown to look for a gift. When I returned, I caught her just as she was on stage receiving her diploma. Timing is everything. We posed in what I thought were “graduation boudoir” photos — her arms draped around my neck as I stood behind her, while she was making seductive facial expressions. I guess I was not surprised by this, after all, she was often quite affectionate with me whenever her boyfriend was around. Maybe it was to make him jealous – I don’t know – but that assfucker never said anything to me.

After graduation I moved to the tri-state area, a four hour bus ride from Alicia’s new home. She had broken up with her boyfriend and we were both kind of lonely and needed someone who would understand.

My vivid imagination got the idea that she wanted more from me than just friendship from her letters that summer. She would use purple ink, and when I asked why, she said she heard it was the colour of the sexually repressed. Okay then… Over the summer, our letters shifted more and more to the subject of sex. We talked about our exes and our sexual exploits. Her best story was with Dave – one time she was naked giving him a blowjob when his dad walked in on them. No, she didn’t blow Dave’s dad, but she admitted that she might have if asked. Fuck, I’m starting to like this girl. So I asked more questions – how was anal with Sean? She replied that it was usually okay, but one time it hurt so much she couldn’t sit down for a week. Damn.

When I came up to visit one December, I asked her to pick me up at the bus station. We went to her uncle’s place to drop off some gifts I had brought his kids, then we went shopping. We weren’t very touchy-feely with each other but she does recall that she got the idea I wanted more than friendship with her when I lifted her up so she wouldn’t step in a puddle on campus. And I thought I was just being chivalrous. I spent that whole day with Alicia, who had also invited me to a party later that evening as her ‘date.’ But the weird thing was that she told me she was interested in a guy who was going to be there that night. Again with the mixed messages.

We got dressed when we returned to her uncle’s place. Alicia had bought several dresses, which she tried on for me, but the most alluring was a black cheong sam, a form-fitting Chinese dress with a high slit along the thigh that reached up almost to her pantyline. It is sexy as fuck. When she tried it on and showed me, I was speechless.

“Damn you look hot. Are you wearing any underwear?” I asked jokingly as I felt her ass.

“Yes,” she replied, but didn’t motion for me to remove my hand.

“Too bad.”

Alicia just turned and smiled. As she looked in the full length mirror, I came up behind her and embraced her. She pushed back, more and more, until we toppled onto the bed behind us. I closed my eyes, as she turned herself over to face me. I could feel her face close to mine, her breath stirring. My hands reached around her and held her close to me. My dick was throbbing and she could feel my erection against her body as she ground her pelvis against mine.

Knock knock.

“Just a second!” she exclaimed, rolling off of me and onto the floor.

She straightened herself out and walked over to the door and opened it. It was her three-year old cousin. She held him up and gave him a hug. She was good that way – great with kids, like the oldest sibling should be. I guess that’s why I’m attracted to a girl if she’s the oldest sibling in her family. There is usually strength there.

She put her young cousin down and got his older brother to look after him. Then she walked back into the room without closing the door.

“How does this look?” she asked, knowing how I felt.

“Gorgeous.” I said, knowing she needed no reassurance.

We both sat down on the bed and I reached over and felt her ass through the dress again. She got up, took my hand, and led me downstairs.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she looked down at her shoes. “Oh, do me up?” she asked, placing her right foot on my knee.

The cheong sam slid up three quarters up her thigh, revealing the bare skin underneath.

I swallowed and did up the buckle for her shoe.

She set her right foot down and placed the left on my knee. I slid my fingers up to her thigh then down calf to her ankle to do the clasp. I looked up to see her mischievous smile. She liked being in control.

At the party, however, it was a different story. It was a graduate student party and the guy Alicia was interested in, didn’t show up. I met Amy, a beautiful, slim, Chinese girl, who seemed as interested talking to me as I was to her. However, halfway through our conversation, Alicia came up to me and told me she wanted to go home. I asked her to hold on.

It’s amazing how competition drives women. Alicia never really showed much interest in me until I started talking to Amy, and Amy probably would never have started talking to me if I hadn’t walked in with Alicia. Crazy,

But I felt bad for Alicia because her guy never showed. So we left and went to my sister’s downtown apartment. We sat on the couch and watched television. Alicia lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I placed my hand on her thigh and began caressing her thigh through the slit of her dress. Sensing an invitation, my fingers crept up to her panty line and started toying with it.

A few minutes later, she got up, turned to me, and said she had to make a phone call. After talking on the phone for a while, she said she had to leave and return to the party. I told her not to leave and asked her what she wanted to do. She said that she would rather stay here but it was her duty to return to the party. So I walked her to her car. Before she left, she reached up as if to kiss me, but then decided against it. My blue balls and I walked home in the cold together.

Alicia came back the next night, wearing a weird beige ribbed sweater and a pair of jeans. We were on the couch in the living room, watching TV. The light was turned down and we were both snuggled under a blanket. Nonetheless, my sister’s roommate came in and out of her room. Each and every time she did this, like guilty high school students caught in the act, we suddenly jerked up and rushed to opposite sides of the couch.

But as soon as the door closed, we immediately sat back down next to each other. My hands slid up the sides of her sweater, lightly touching her abdomen. My fingers continued their upward journey to her bra, then felt her soft breasts and the hardening nipples between my fingers. Breathing a little harder, she turned around to me and placed her hands on mine, guiding them down into her pants. “Down,” she whispered. Alicia is was absolutely clear with me what she wanted. My fingers took a while to find their way around her clothing (who wears a sweater onesie?) to find her mound and I began rubbing her through the coarse pubic hair. She breathed deeply and frantically unbuttoned her jeans so that I could reach further. “You have to reach underneath to undo the button,” she said, when I struggled getting her sweater dress onesie unbuttoned. Finally, I inserted a finger into her vagina then two as she bit her lip, muffling a cry. She reached underneath the blanket and felt my rockhard cock through my pants. Without hesitation, she reached into my jeans, stroked my penis, and ripped open the fly as she watched my member spring out.

Then the roommate came out again.

Are you fucking kidding me? Thankfully the blanket was still over us.

We decided to move to the bathroom. I didn’t know whether or it was better or worse to keep the lights on. So we left them off, hoping none of the actual occupants of the apartment needed to use the bathroom until we finished. Alicia lay down on her back, and shuffled her jeans and panties past her legs. She brought up her knees to her stomach then spread her legs apart. I positioned myself on my knees and placed my face over her crotch, licking her wet mound. The air was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of spoor. After climaxing she placed her hand over her mound and turned herself around. She had me take off my pants then positioned me over her, taking my cock into her mouth. I was somewhat apprehensive, but Alicia was delighting in the danger of getting caught. I came hard in her mouth which she delightfully gulped down then wiped off her lips with her tongue.

We agreed to meet the next day. I couldn’t wait to see her and when she arrived at the apartment, we immediately starting groping each other, fumbling from the foyer to the living room while taking off each other’s clothes. Naked from the waist up, Alicia then went into the kitchen, fetched a bowl and filled it with ice cubes. She brought it back to me. Without a word between us, I took one of the ice cubes, sucked on it until the edges were smooth, then slid it over Alicia’s body. I followed the contours of her body, from her moist lips, down the nape of her neck, watching the stone leave a wet, snaking trail over her. The ice cube went around the circumference of her right breast and stopped at the erect nipple. Drops fell off and patterned her breast in stripes of moisture. Drops of water and perspiration mixed together made their way into the crevice of her navel then spilled out to either side.

Alicia spread her legs, and a droplet circumvented the hairy mesh to join the emerging rivulets of moisture that seemed to pour from within. With the ice in my mouth, I traced lines of cold and wet from the tips of her toes, up the inside of her calves and thighs, around the pattern of hair, and then over her parting lips. I placed my lips on her vagina then used my tongue to push the ice cube into moist heat. She enveloped it before squeezing it back out. I took it back in my mouth and then climbed over her, putting it and her juices into Alicia’s mouth. She sucked on it then pushed it back into my mouth so I continued the game, sliding the ice cube over her body before slipping it back into her pussy.

When she really became excited, she told me to put on a condom.

That was when we realized we didn’t have any.

We tried to cajole the other into going across the street to buy a pack but she won out when she said, “I promise to be wet when you come back.” Less than ten seconds later, I was at the elevator frantically pushing the down button. Five minutes later, I came back with a box of condoms, a newspaper, and a bottle of water (hey, I was 18). Alicia was wearing my shirt and was naked from the waist down. She bent over with everything in full view and put a Sarah McLachlan CD in the stereo.

I let her put the condom on my dick and we began to have sex, first lying down in the missionary position, then with Alicia on all fours. Finally we moved into the other room and had sex on the leather chair. I sat on the chair as she lowered herself on my penis, reverse cowboy style. “You’ve never done this position before, have you?” she asked. I was having too much of a good time to answer. She got off me then turned around. I stood up, grabbed her around the waist, and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and slid down to impale herself on my cock. Holding onto her sides, I threw her in the air then pulled her back down, each time penetrating her. Her laboured breathing made me throw her higher and higher. When I got tired, I sat down backwards in a chair while still inside her. I reached down and sucked on her nipples. “Bite them,” she commanded. I obeyed but she kept insisted, “bite harder.” Ok… Her sexual frenzy began to peak as I thrusted faster and faster into her laboring cunt while biting hard on her nipples. The wet, sloppy sounds emanating from our loins only encouraged me to pump harder. “Ah, ah, ah… Shit! Shit! Shit!.. SHIIIIIT!” she grunted then let out a loud moan. Spent, she became quiet as she smiled with a sense of satisfaction and wiped the sweat from my brow. “You didn’t?” she asked. “No, I’m saving it,” I replied. We went again for round two.

After we started having sex, Alicia often sent me letters on wrinkled paper. She told me that she would go to work at Xerox, get really horny, then gone into the bathroom and masturbated. I told her to put a piece of paper underneath her pussy to catch the drippings. She would save that paper and then write letters to me on it, or once, simply write, “I got off on this. XXX Alicia.”

Alicia would often write me stories about how she wanted to lick me and fuck me, usually after teasing me to the point of madness. She also wrote about a co-worker of hers, when I asked her if she had ever thought about having sex with another woman. It was quite an interesting story, as Alicia described how she wanted especially to take her clothes off, turn her over, and lick her asshole. It was also a fantasy of hers to be raped.

Later that month, I came up again with my friend Martin, and although I felt guilty for ditching him, I figured he’d do the same if he were in my shoes. But earlier that day Alicia had told me about when she went to the basement to do the laundry. She took off her underwear and just put on her sweatpants. She told me she was thinking about me and by the time she got down to the basement, she could feel droplets of wetness running down her inner thigh. Martin who?

That night I waited for Alicia at the curb of the house. Around the bend, headlights swung around and found me. The passenger door opened and I stepped in. Once we were a safe distance away, I gave Alicia a hard kiss on the lips. Her hand found my thigh and began feeling the growing erection inside. While stopped at a light, my left hand crept into her khaki shorts and began fondling her. I was surprised at the fact she was wearing underwear – she would lose them anyway. While I was fondling her, the car swerved this way and that – I just hoped that we weren’t seen by police – it would have involved a breathalyzer and a hefty explanation.

But we arrived back at her uncle’s house without incident. The door to the office was open and her eldest cousin was on the computer, hooked up to the internet.

“We’re going to be talking downstairs. Please don’t disturb us. It’s quite important,” Alicia told him.

I don’t think he ever took his eyes off the screen and only muttered a few words of acknowledgement.

In the basement, Alicia admitted that she was as anxious and apprehensive as I was when we were fucking at my sister’s apartment. This time I was the one who was enjoying it. She had to suppress her screams as not to disturb the rest of the house’s inhabitants. I swung her around and kissed her passionately. Our hands worked furiously at each other’s clothes. Through her white blouse, I undid the clasp of her bra and removed it through her shirt. I could see a damp circle form on her khaki shorts below her crotch, where her juice had soiled through her panties. I ripped off her jeans then with a wet tearing sound, her panties came off. I placed them in my pants pocket. I fell to my knees to kiss her belly, all the time feeling the heat coming off her pussy. My fingers stroked through the black hair which I parted to expose the clitoris. I gave it a good, wet tongue lashing.

“I want you in me. Fuck me.” she breathed.

I rose to a standing position then helped her down to a sitting position. Legs wide and back arched, she aimed her pussy at me. I positioned myself beneath her and placed my cock at her labia. Sensing my cock, she tried to push herself towards me to swallow it but my hands prevented her from taking in more than the head.

Alicia began whimpering and when she finally could not take it anymore, I thrusted my member into her, eliciting a small shriek from her, then a long exhale. I pulled out and my penis came out of her, covered in a thick white mucous. She bent down to look at it and licked it off. We had sex sitting down, standing up, doggy-style. When we were both finished, we got in the car, then changed our minds and had sex in the back seat of her car, the car jostling up and down to our rhythmic motions.

About three months later, it was finally time for her to come visit me in the tri-state area. Since it had been a few months since we had seen each other and we were not exclusive, I decided not to push things. She arrived at my front door and we went upstairs and she wanted to shower. I thought about helping her but thought that would be too forward. So I turned the lights off and waited.

She emerged from the bathroom, hesitant in the darkness. I crept silently to her and placed my hands on her upper arms. I startled her but she welcomed my touch with a long breath. My hands felt the smooth, liquid feel of her silk robe. I leaned closer to her and reached her front, sliding her robe over her shoulders. Alicia stepped out of it as it fell silently to the floor. She turned to face me. I examined her, the burgundy neglige appearing black to me in the darkened room, contrasting against her fair skin. It was seamless and only broke where the erect nipples pushed against the fabric. Alicia pushed her hands against my abdomen and undid the button of my shorts and fondled my erection. We stumbled to the bed, lips and hands working frantically. I lay on my back and let me straddle me. With one hand on my thigh and another at the base of my penis, she hovered over me, then sank down, taking up the length of my member. She exhaled deeply in pleasure – it had been at least three months since we had felt each other. She rocked slowly as I watched her eyes glistening in the darkness. She sped up her movements as she got more excited.

“Oh shit! Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned.

My hands grabbed her ass and I thrust and with all my might, propelling her off my dick, but having her land back on it.

“Ugh!” she grunted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Gasping and grunting our way in the darkness, she finally came, explosively.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! FUCK me HAAARRRDDD!!!”