Nineteen years old.

     Her name was Akiko.

     They shared an Eighteenth Century English Literature class. 

     They split a bottle of chilled chardonnay sitting on the sofa in her dorm room. They chatted until the bottle emptied, then kissed, although they couldn't get the angle quite right. It made them both feel self-conscious.

     "Come on," Akiko whispered in Adam's ear, even though they were alone. She led him by the hand into her bedroom. "My roomie's spending the night with her boyfriend."

     Once on her bed, she tugged at his T-shirt. Take it off, please, was what she seemed to be requesting. The lights were off, but illumination from the campus parking lot spilling through the window created enough light for her to examine every part of Adam's torso, his hands, his arms, his hairless chest, his underarms, his stomach, his shoulders, his neck, everywhere. It was like she'd never seen a man up close before. He tugged at her blouse, and she looked down at herself as if to say, oh yes, that's right. I should probably remove my own top as well.  

     The bra she wore almost glowed it looked so bleached white, especially contrasted against her darker Asian flesh. As they kissed, Adam felt how her bra strap dug into her skin. Adam reached around to unclasp it, and that also seemed to surprise Akiko. It was like she kept forgetting she was having sex. He kissed and gently caressed her nipples, and she didn't fight him, but, really, Adam felt that what she really wanted to do was focus on him.

     The rest of the clothes came off. Adam's erect dick got a lot of scrutiny. She touched his hairy balls with a finger, not lovingly, but more like she was in the process of examining something very fragile.

​     Which, of course, she was. 

     "Can I put your condom on you?" she asked.

     "Uh...Uh sure." 

     "I've heard that some of them glow in the dark."

​     "Mine don't."

     "It's goopy." 

     "It's lubricated." 

     The condom in her hand had Akiko so transfixed that she'd forgotten about her own nudity, and the realization of that got Adam so hard she had no problem sliding the cream-colored condom over his cock. 

     It seemed, also, that she wasn't much interested in foreplay. What she wanted was his goopy dick inside of her. She never took her eyes off him as he entered her and began his strokes. It was like she was making a mental recording of the entire incident for review at a later date. What he figured was that he had just better hurry and finish because the whole situation was beginning to turn him off a little. He closed his eyes and let his imagination find one of his personal favorite masturbatory fantasies. There was a girl on campus, Brenda Fargo, so charismatic that Adam, like every other man on campus, had to train themselves not to stare at her as she passed. In reality, Adam had not a single prayer with Brenda, but in his fantasy they would wind up in someone's bedroom at a party or in someone's back yard, and she would smile as she removed her clothing for him, and then he would show her just how good a lover he was as he thrusted himself...oh yeah, here it came, the cum. 

     Afterwards, they watched TV while she peppered him with questions. "Was that enjoyable for you? What part did you like the most?" 

     On the TV screen, someone lit someone else's cigarette, and the flame the match made as it fired up glowed bright red and all but took up the entire screen...

     …in spite of the fact that what they watched was a black and white movie. 

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