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I didn't go to the studio anymore. As much as I loved seeing Huni in any naked, sexual position I could imagine, I didn't want to see her with Frank. I knew it was a matter of time before David found out. Soon, his life would be absolutely shattered when he discovered his deep, true fear of Huni's modeling for Frank was proven true.
But something happened to surprise me. I had some studying to do, so I decided to head to the library. It was late, and I wondered if I was the only one in the building. I studied for about an hour when I needed a walk to stretch my legs. I walked around the floor, noting how empty and lifeless it seemed. Except for one small, feint, crying voice. I turned a corner.
It was Huni.
She was alone, huddled in one of the study rooms with her head in her hands. Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but something was definitely wrong. I went to her.
She was hesitant to tell me anything at first. she just sat there, covering her face and telling me it was nothing. Finally, I was able to get her to look up at me. I'm her friend, I told her. A friend she could trust. I knew it wasn't true, but maybe she didn't.
She wiped her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and pulled off her jacket. She was in the top. Once again, I knew I was a bastard. I knew I was as bad as Frank. This fragile, desperate Chinese girl needed someone, and I was wondering how to hide my hard on.
"Frank has found another model." she told me.
My mind wanted to yell, "That fucking bastard!" But I had to act as if I didn't know. "So? I asked. What does that mean?" I knew what it meant. Frank found a new chick to try to fuck.
Huni sobbed, and told me she wasn't going to be a model. That Frank had broken his promises to her, and that he had lied to her. I think she now realized there was no contact. There was no chance at fame. There was lust, and a chance to fuck her. A chance that she turned into certainty.
"It's ok, Huni, really. You can still be a model if you want to! You're beautiful! Frank was nobody! He was nothing to you!" Except her first.
Huni cried some more, unable to form words for a few minutes. I knew the betrayal she felt. After all, I co- created it. I gave it life, and conspired with Frank just so I could see her body. I knew everything, and yet could say nothing. How could I tell her what had happened? How could I confess to setting her up, and costing her virginity?
"It's not like you were sleeping with him." I don't know what made me say that. A desperate sentence to feign my innocence I guess. Huni looked at me, and burst into tears.
Now I knew. I couldn't show it before, but her reaction was enough to enlighten anybody. Right then and there, Huni told me without words she had shared her body with Frank. That she had made love, fucked, screwed, humped, and had sex with a guy. A guy that wasn't David.
"Oh, Huni..." I said, and offered a hug.
She fell into my arms, and I held her tight. I felt tears come to my eyes, as I felt the betrayal full force in my heart. I had screwed this girl. I had fucked her. Not in the physical sense I so longed for, but in the mental sense I so despised. I had seen her undress. I had seen her in a bra, and in her panties. I had seen her bare breasts, and her equally bare pussy. But at what cost? Her virginity. He innocence. Her trust. So was so beautiful, so wonderful. I could smell the scent of her hair as she held me tightly. I could feel her chest heaving against. Her chest... that top...
Huni was resting against me. I felt the softness of her hair against my chin. I felt her arms on my sides. I felt the slight shift in her weight with each heave of breath. I wondered if she could sense my racing heartbeat. She felt so soft, she smelled so sweet. I sensed her emotion, I sensed her need. At that moment, I felt her body and soul.
She felt my erection.
She looked up at me, her eyes damp with tears and full of shock. Here was my friend's girl, hurt and vulnerable. So magnificently pretty and trusting. So hurt, alone, and vulnerable. And wondering why I was aroused.
I was responsible for her fucking. She was no longer a virgin because I paid a man to dress her in lingerie and fuck her. She had been fucked, purely. He had no love for her. He put his dick in her because of her beauty, her body, and her virgin pussy. I wanted to do it for love.
I moved my lips to hers. I kissed her. My lips lightly pressed against hers, then moved gently across her mouth. Huni stopped her whimpering, and looked at me with those trusting eyes. Had I groped her breast, she could have pulled away. Had I reached for her cunt, she would have jumped away. But I kissed her, something I had never seen Frank do. But because I was soft, because I was tender, and because I showed emotion, she was helpless. I looked down the length of her body, noting the feminine curves of her chest, her super thin waist, and her bare, slender legs emerging from the jeans shorts. And that top. Those wonderful, pert breasts awaiting beneath that tight, white top.
Huni leaned back, and started undoing the buttons. For the first time tonight, she smiled. She was going to feel beautiful, loved, and wanted again. She was to be idolized, revered, and admired again. Her shirt fell from her chest, and I moved my open hand to her right breast. So soft... so perfect. My heart d inside me. My cock pulsed with fire. Huni would no comfort by sharing her body. I would know fulfillment. She unclasped her bra and stuck out her chest, offering me her beauty. I closed my mouth on her sweet right nipple, nursing at it like a desperate child. I played and fondled with her left breast as I tasted her. The unfortunate parts of my body that weren't touching her lost feeling. She must have seen the tears in my eyes. The tears of joy that welled from happiness. I was going to fuck her. I was going to fuck Huni.
We slid out of my chair down to the floor. I tasted her hair as it fell between my mouth and her breast. I could smell her. I could hear the salivating squish of my tongue on her flesh. Her thin frame seemed barely wider than my face. My entire body was burning with want. Her name... Huni... circled my thoughts and caressed my feeling. There was no glass between us now. Her body... my body... meeting together in sexual nakedness. No more watching. It was time for fucking.
Our arms tangled as we both worked to free the top from completely from her body . Though I was more interested in experiencing the warmth I felt between the smooth fabric and her skin. Despite the fact the was now sexually active, despite the fact she had felt the hard slamming of a cock inside her, she still seemed like a lost, innocent girl as she sat in front of me. Her face showed so much need, so much longing, and so much curiosity. We looked at each other for a moment as I slowly ran my fingers between her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I tickled her right nipple with a slow, circular motion. She took my hand, not to reprimand it, but to bring my fingers to her mouth. She kissed each fingertip, and took the tickling one into her mouth, whether to taste herself or reward its efforts I wasn't sure.
Huni slid lower, and moved her hand to my zipper. I arched as I felt her touch e there. Huni's delicate hand was on me... on my cock. I slid backwards a bit, resting against the wall and giving her easy access. My zipper came down, and Huni slipped her spread palm into my jeans. I cried out as I felt her touch through my underwear. Me erection extended past the band, and her slow stroking touched the naked tip. My cocked flared with anticipation, my hips twitched in a combination if lust and despair.
Huni's soft hair cascaded across my hips, preceding her lips that kissed the naked portion of my cock. My hands moved to her head, caressing the silky hair as she pulled my underwear down and covered more of my cock with her sweet kisses. She worked my clothes down, and my erection sprung straight up. She lightly rubbed her fingers against it, examining it as if she wanted to compare notes between it and the only other penis she had ever known. Then in a quick motion, her head went down, plunging herself onto my cock.
Huni was giving me head! Her wet, warm mouth was sucking at the length, bobbing up and down with her still developing skill. I couldn't believe the sight of my cock in her mouth. This was how it was supposed to be. I was to be Huni's first lover. I was to be the first one to disrobe her, and the first one to orgasm into her virgin pussy. Not David, and certainly not Frank.
She wasn't jerking me off. Her lips and tongue were all she used. She licked, kissed and sucked me as if she was enjoying an oversize ice cream cone. Sometimes, it bounced away from her, but she giggled, and eventually got it back in her mouth. I knew I didn't have long to last with the touch of her lips, the brush of her hair, and the tickling of her naked breasts all against my cock.
But I needed to feel her cunt. I needed to hump her. I needed to cum in her pussy. I reached down, and started to pull her towards me. Her body rested against me. My cock pressed warmly against her chest, and slid silkily down her breasts and abdomen as she lifted towards me. Her naked breasts pressed against my still clothed upper body. My naked penis pressed against her still clothed pussy. I moved my hands to her bare legs, tickling the backs of her legs under her jeans shorts. We kissed slowly, almost nervously, a I worked my hands between us and unbuttoned her shorts. Huni lifted her body an inch off mine, allowing me to pull the denim down her slender legs. I couldn't see her panties yet. I struggled to get a look, to see what silken garment was clinging to her womanly area. Huni reached back to work her shorts the rest of the way down her legs. She turned her body, allowing me to see down the length of her body.
She wasn't wearing panties.
I don't know exactly how to explain it. But seeing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, that she was discovering the pleasures of sex and the experimentation with her own body, kicked me into unconscious lust. I had to fuck her. I had to fuck her right then. I looked at her, then fell onto her, pinning her beneath me. My cock found its way easily, and pushed deep within her. Huni's voice cracked as I began humping steadily..
I could feel all of her. All of her beauty. All of her flesh. All of her breasts, cunt, and nudity. I could feel her sapling sexuality, and the woman that had been held back for so long. I could feel my want of her, my months-old want and the final scream of relief that my body felt. I had seen her tightly dressed, and wanted to fuck her. I had seen her undress, and wanted to fuck her. I had seen her have sex, and wanted to fuck her. At last, I was fucking her.
Her pussy was tight. I looked down at my penetrating penis. God, her hips seemed barely wider than my shaft. Her hips seemed to tremble as they took me inside her. My cock glistened with her juice, and pumped inside her without my control. I realized my incessant fucking had caused us to slide across the floor. I was starting to bang Huni's head against the wall. I pulled out of her, and felt the cold air wash against my penis. I needed to be back in her, quickly. I lifted her to her feet, then bent her over the study table. Huni leaned against it, her ass rising invitingly into the air. I molded my self to her shape, and again found the entrance inside her.
My hands roamed across her tits as I resumed my fucking. Our collective moans rose without inhibition. If anyone was in the library, I'm sure they heard us. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter if David himself came in. I was fucking Huni.
I came in her. In an orgasm of almost excruciating sensation I released my sperm inside her. It felt wet, wonderful, and warm. I caressed her body as my hips humped slower into her.
"Huni... Huni... Oh, Huni..." I whispered into her ear. I had done it. I had sexual intercourse with this beautiful Chinese girl. Her nude body was still under me. We kissed. We smiled. We felt each other. We let ourselves return to the floor, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of each other's bodies. Then, we made love again.
So, there were was a thing I could have prevented. The bet. The entire set-up that took a young, attractive, Chinese girl from a traditional, moral person into the world of sexual intercourse. The bet that cost my friend the chance to share a special moment with the girl he loved: the losing of her virginity. I suppose the guilt from that is what lead me to do what I did next. Not the fucking of Huni myself, not the ramming of my own cock into her, but the treatment I gave her after.
She was my friend's girlfriend. And though I lusted for her wanted her, and desperately needed to have her, I still knew that. Now, I had achieved what I wanted. Now, I was a bastard but what I did, and not what I prevented. I told her to stay away.
For the second time, Huni had been rejected. She broke into tears when I told her I couldn't be with her again, that we couldn't share anything. She was Dave's girlfriend, and I couldn't steal her from him. I guess I could fuck her, but not take her.
I didn't see any of them for along time. Frank I avoided out of hatred. David and Huni I avoided out of guilt. Out of all this, I had forgotten about my girlfriend. I owed her guilt as well. Nobody knew hat had happened, at least not the whole truth, but me. So now my life was reduced to watching my tapes of Huni, remembering what it was like to touch her, and then fucking my real girlfriend.
I discovered some time later that Huni and David had broken up. I don't think she ever wanted him, despite all the love he had to give her. I don't know, maybe she did. But David would have nothing to do with her. He would have nothing to do with the beautiful Chinese girl he had so loved. Not with her, and not with the baby she carried in her womb. Huni was pregnant. I still don't know who the father is, Frank or me. In either case, the child's destiny seems to be set. It is a bastard.