Someone's actually coming!
If it's a staff member or a random professor, getting caught like this would be disastrous!
What if it's a group of rowdy students? Would they rush in and make trouble, seeing her like this?
Damn it!
Why am I even thinking that? I shook my head.
My heart sank like it was filled with lead. I locked eyes with Suki, who was half-naked on the floor.
She'd heard it too. Her wide, bright eyes were filled with panic as she stared at me, silently asking, *What do we do?*
Without thinking, I jumped up, yanking up my jeans and stuffing my still-hard erection back inside, fumbling to button them.
I cursed inwardly.
Damn it!
Why does this pair have buttons instead of a zipper?
Suki scrambled up too, pulling up her pantyhose from her ankles and tugging down her camisole, frantically smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes.
The door swung open with a loud *"Clang!"* My girlfriend and I had barely managed to get our clothes on, standing awkwardly side by side, sneaking glances toward the doorway.
Two casually dressed girls walked in, carrying gym bags. They froze for a moment upon seeing us, maybe noticing our disheveled clothes or surprised to find anyone here at this hour. Then, acting as if nothing was amiss, they moved to a corner, chatting casually, seemingly about to start their workout.
Suki and I let out a deep breath. She shot me an angry glare, as if blaming me for being too reckless. Then, with a huff, she stormed out of the dance studio.
I sighed, knowing it'd take some sweet-talking to cheer her up again. My desire had been left unfulfilled, and I couldn't help but glance at the two girls. They were nonchalantly peeling off their outer pants, revealing toned thighs and ultra-short hot pants. The sight made my already hard erection throb even more.
Turning back, I saw Suki walking away and hurriedly chased after her…
As expected, she stayed mad for a couple of days, giving me the cold shoulder. But I wasn't too bothered. For one, I dote on her, and having such a gorgeous girlfriend is truly a joy, so I let her occasional tantrums slide.
Speaking of myself, I'm Taro, six or seven years older than Suki. I'm in the CIS department and have been in the US for several years. I spent most of that time on the east coast before moving to the west coast and arriving at Clearwater University about a year ago.
I'm 1.83 meters tall, not too short, thankfully, since Suki is quite tall herself. Without some height, I'd feel pressure standing next to her. I'm decent-looking, in decent shape, and when I arrived at Clearwater University, Suki had just gone through a breakup. Seizing the opportunity, I put in a lot of effort, overcame plenty of obstacles, and finally won her over.
The university is mostly filled with local students, with a diverse mix of backgrounds. Since Clearwater University leans heavily into STEM, there are very few female students. While there are plenty of attractive women on campus.
Having Suki as my girlfriend is incredibly lucky.
As mentioned earlier, Suki came to the US for specific reasons. Her parents were professors at prestigious universities and later became high-ranking officials. Her future looked bright right after graduating college, but then her parents' corruption scandal broke. Both were imprisoned, shattering her once-happy family.
I'd heard about her family from some online sources. Apparently, her parents took money from major monopolistic companies, never harming ordinary people, and the amounts weren't even that large. But for some reason, maybe they crossed the wrong person, they were put behind bars.
Some things are just too murky to understand.
To shield her from the fallout, her parents sent her abroad. Her family had been well-off, but most of their wealth was spent trying to secure her parents' early release from prison.
Suki rarely talks about this and stays cheerful, rarely showing any gloom. Being with her, I admire her resilience and feel even more protective of her. So when she throws a small tantrum, I'm always there to coax her.
What I love even more is her simplicity and kindness. She's warm and enthusiastic toward others. Though she appears refined and ladylike on the surface, she's actually eager to help people. With me, she's like a playful child, always joking and brimming with quirky ideas.
Of course, such an amazing girl has her flaws. Her enthusiasm and openness can sometimes be a downside. Coming here alone, her naivety often leads her to be easily deceived or blind to the truth, causing unimaginable trouble for herself and me.
If I had a second chance, I might choose a more street-smart girl. But then again, maybe not, Suki is just so beautiful, so captivating.
With a girlfriend like her, even the dullest life becomes exciting.
These past couple of days, she's been upset about the gym incident, refusing to let me visit her place or touch her. Still, I've stuck by her side. After all, my situation now is much better than before, so I don't mind too much.
About three months into our relationship, most of the time, she'd only help me with handjobs. But when she's lying on me, her full breasts pressing against my stomach, and I'm kneading her soft, perky hips while she gently works me with her hands and mouth, it's honestly pretty damn satisfying.
Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, I'm tempted to force myself on her, but I'm not that much of a beast. Not wanting to upset her, I've always held back.
Recently, we've made progress. Since the first time I claimed her alluring body, I've been hooked. Even though she often refuses my more adventurous requests, just having regular sex with such a stunning girlfriend is pure bliss.
But there's one secret about her that I uncovered, and it changed my world. I can't say if it's for better or worse…
Suki isn't petty. Though she blamed me for pushing her too far in the dance studio, nearly exposing her, I coaxed her, and soon she was back in my arms.
That day at noon, during the hottest part of summer, she had no afternoon classes and came to my place to escape the heat. My apartment doesn't have AC, but being on the first floor with thick walls, it's much cooler than her place.
"Taro? Are you here?" she called out loudly from the living room as soon as she walked in.
"Yeah, Suki, you got here quick!" I was in the kitchen making lunch and put down the vegetables.
"Big pervert, come help me carry stuff!" she shouted.
At some point, she started calling me "big pervert" when she's mad or teasing me. I sometimes feel wronged, how am I a pervert when I've barely been with her that many times?
I stopped what I was doing and headed to the entryway. "What's up?"
In the entryway, I saw a huge pile of books on the floor and asked curiously, "Why so many books? Got them on sale?"
"No way! Our department's professor is such a freak! Exams are coming up, and they're piling on so much homework. I can't take it…" she said, wiping sweat from her snowy-white nose.
I barely registered her words. She had just taken off her thin black jacket, and my eyes were glued to her round breasts, tightly wrapped in a teal T-shirt, and the snowy cleavage peeking out from her neckline.
Normally, Suki's gentle smile, refined aura, and slightly conservative style make her seem like a proper, elegant lady. But when she sheds her outer layer, revealing her curvaceous body, she exudes an indescribable sexiness.
A flawless figure has no excess fat, yet feels soft and tender to the touch. Today, she wore denim shorts that barely covered her thighs, bold for her. Simple flat sandals highlighted her blindingly white legs, slender ankles, and plump yet perfectly delicate feet.
But the most tantalizing sight was when she bent over, revealing the deep cleavage between her full breasts.
I used to steal glances, but now, as her boyfriend, I can stare openly.
"Big pervert, showing your true colors! Stop staring and help me carry these!" She caught my gaze and feigned annoyance.
"Heh, they've gotten bigger," I teased, sneaking a quick grab at her chest, earning a "jerk!" from her. Laughing, I started helping with the books.
"Want lunch? It's ready," I said, wiping my hands after setting the books in the living room.
"Nah, it's too hot. I'm gonna shower first. No appetite. You eat," she replied, tossing her backpack on the table and slipping into the bathroom.
With her showering, how could I focus on lunch?
I quietly pushed open the bathroom door, peering at her through the transparent shower curtain.
Her peach-shaped breasts had pink nipples, and her slit below was a faint pink too. Like many students at Clearwater University, she regularly shaved her armpits and pubic hair, leaving her body snowy-white.
Every time we're intimate, I love going down on her. Her small, pink lips are irresistibly tempting.
Watching water stream down her snowy, round breasts and firm hips, my erection sprang up fast.
Lost in my thoughts, she spoke up. "Hey, you're peeking again! Don't disturb me, pervert. Go eat!"
"Heh, I *am* the big pervert!" I said, quickly shedding my already sparse summer clothes and eagerly slipping behind the shower curtain.
"Ugh, not again…"
Before she could finish, I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her fiercely, pressing my erection against her stomach while my hands gripped her full hips from behind.
God, it felt amazing. I thought to myself, her ex-boyfriend must've been an idiot to let a girl like her go.
We sometimes talk about the past. She mentioned having a boyfriend in college back home, along with plenty of suitors, even a teacher who chased her relentlessly. But she stayed loyal to her boyfriend. Then, her ex hooked up with a girl everyone knew as trouble. Suki cursed him out and cut him off completely.
That's when she came to the US.