I [f]ucked [m]y highschool Asian ex (including some anal), years after she dumped me. (Kind of a long story) PART 1 | 2016

Alright, let's get some backstory:

I'm a 6'0 Asian male, pretty decent looking (nothing like those girly-looking Asian celebrities) and pretty built. I was never really into sports, so I don't look like an Asian jock. I've been working out since the year before I graduated from highschool and am currently a black belt in 2 martial arts. Yes, stereotypical Asian knowing martial arts. But I wasn't always like this.

In Gr. 10, I was a scrawny Asian kid with glasses, and even though I could get girls simply because of "my charm", I wasn't the most physically attractive guy out there, being 5'5 and 120lbs. Yeah.

If you want to skip to the sexy parts, scroll past the line and read Part 2

So anyway, I dated this girl back in grade 10, let's call her L. L was the cutest girl in my grade. She was Asian, petite, around 5'2, perky B-cup breasts and silky black hair. She even had a nice ass, something I don't see a lot of Asians having. She's also one of the few girls who could pull off cute AND sexy at the same time. Now let me get some more detail into this: She didn't look like one of those Asian-American porn actresses. God, Asian-American porn actresses are SO ugly. I have no idea how people can watch them. Would you rather date a girl like this or like this

My preference in Asian girls is the latter. Those Asian-American porn stars are butt ugly. But Anyway...

What was nice about L was that she wasn't "fob" like a lot of the Asians here in Canadian schools. (FOB = Fresh off the boat. The kind of people who only stick with their race, speak only their language, and dressed accordingly to their country's fashion). I, being raised in Canada, wasn't fob, (I do like Asian fashion though). Meeting someone of the opposite sex is hard for Asians because most of the time, they speak a different language. Also, I don't know about other races out there, but for Asians, we tend to stick to our own cultural background. So meeting an Asian girl who's interests weren't solely about Asian stuff was rare to find. I loved the fact that she was whitewashed. But that's not all...

This girl was literally the EPITOME of perfection. She could sing, dance, had straight A's, played video games, loved action movies over romance, and not to mention the fact that her parents were filthy rich, having bought her every "next-gen" gaming console at the time. She was literally a little princess. I started dating her early in Gr.10 and was completely infatuated. But of course, it didn't end well. We dated for almost 2 months when we finally split. I, being the 5'5, 120lb guy that I was, was completely crushed. She was the HOTTEST Asian girl around in my highschool, and even if there were plenty of fish in the sea (there are lots of Asians in my highschool here in Canada), I just couldn't stand the fact that I lost this perfect girl. We did stay friends afterwards, but I still kept kicking myself for losing her.

But that's all in the past.

Like I said, I worked out, got myself a decent job, had a couple girlfriends after L (meaning more experience and also losing my virginity), and went to University.

3rd year of university, I was single again, and wasn't really committed to any relationships due to school and work. Priorities, I guess. Some of my highschool friends were coming back from their respective universities and we all decided to hang out. It was something we did EVERY summer after university. Except this time it was different: L was there. She had a new boyfriend, let's call him M. M was a decent guy. I had met him back in highschool when he was invited to a party. I wasn't jealous at any point while he was dating L, I just thought he was lucky. However, this guy was getting a little chubby. I noticed he gained weight over the years, and I only had gotten fitter and taller (being almost 185lbs and 6'0). I knew L noticed it too, seeing her check me out and having a smile on her face while doing so.

L was as beautiful as ever, wearing a low-cut red top, showing cleavage (she ALWAYS wore shirts like these, which drove me CRAZY back in highschool), and some white short shorts. Her petite frame along with her perky B-cup cleavage and smooth legs always drove me crazy.

We were at my house for a reunion/get-together, drinking, chatting, etc. M was hanging out with the rest of the guys getting drunk, while I was in the kitchen finding myself something to drink other than alcohol (I was cutting at the time, no need for excess calories). L popped up by the kitchen door and was also looking for something else to drink. At this point we caught each other's eyes, eyed each other up and down, as if meeting a completely new person. I knew we both liked what we saw.

She asked how I was doing, if I was dating, how my job was and how school was. I responded accordingly, nonchalantly stating that I was single... Y'know... Keeping my cool and all. She asked for a bottle of water from the fridge, and as I was handing her the bottle, our hands touched. I could tell she liked it because she moved her hand away VERY slowly, with our eyes meeting for a few seconds. She was smiling like a little girl with a crush. It was cute.

We chatted for a bit, until we noticed everyone had left the house. Good job forgetting about your girlfriend, M. The guys left the house and walked to a bar a couple blocks down. Now, since I didn't want to drink at the time, didn't even bother asking L if she wanted to go catch up with them. I did, however, didn't want to miss out on the fun shit the guys were going to do over at the bar, but my hot ex was left alone with me, so I was pretty conflicted at the time.

Now, I'm not a cheating man. I haven't and will NEVER cheat on a girlfriend. But if I'm single (and ready to mingle), and there's a hot Asian girl left unattended, I'm gonna pounce on that ass. No remorse. Like Beyonce said, if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it.

We were sitting on the couch, watching the horror movie that everyone was watching earlier. Being a big horror fan, L was on the edge of her seat, but at some point, she jumped and moved a bit closer next to me. And closer. And closer... At this point, I wasn't even close to being conflicted about going out or staying. I was definitely going to stay.

She put her soft hand on mine and kept staring at the movie. I glanced at her for a split second to find out what she was doing. I could tell she was getting a bit frightened by the movie (and to this day, I still can't remember what we were watching). And then it happened. A big pop-up scary moment happened in the movie, causing her to jump again, and this time, into my arms. I held her for a bit, smelling her hair as she dug her face into my chest. She felt so delicate, so innocent, so soft. And she smelled amazing. She looked up at me, realizing what she had done. I stared back at her for a few seconds, then finally moved in for a kiss. I lightly kissed her on the lips. She had closed her eyes as I moved in, so I knew she was expecting it. And wanted it. She kissed me back, placing one of her hands on the back of my head, pulling me in. We were slowly making out at this point, testing what the other liked, remembering how we had done it before. She sucked on my tongue, passionately kissing me as I explored her body. I slowly moved from her ass, to her hips, her waist, then lightly brushed her left breast. I figured she wanted it because she didn't move away, so I cupped her breast, squeezing lightly. She moans in my mouth.

I teased her, brushing over her breast, then moving back to her waist. Finally, I slipped my hand underneath her shirt, and undid her bra with one try. She was surprised, smiling, almost grinning at me as she I pulled it off of her. Bra-less and horny, I teased her by pinching her left nipple, then moving back to her waist. She liked it. She asked me where my room was, and that's when I knew we were going to get it on.

I easily picked up her, not forgetting her bra just in case the guys came back, and kept the movie going. I could tell she enjoyed me lifting her up and walking to my room. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck and hugged me. When I got to my room, I lightly placed her on the bed, kissing her as she slowly laid down. I held her hands above her head, having full control of her body, and laid down on top of her. I knew she liked it when she was being controlled in bed. I moved my hands so that I had one arm pinning down both of her hands, while my other hand explored her body. I pinched her nipples, sending a soft moan out into the dark room.

To my surprise, she said "I miss you". But I didn't think she actually missed me all these years, even if I really wanted her to.

Part 2

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