Sun Hee Ch. 02

In was a strange feeling when Sun Hee finally left my dorm room the morning after we had finally had sex. Well, after she had sex. I mean, the night before was definitely the most intense sexual experience of my young life even if it hadn't involved intercourse, and going down on Sun Hee -- if I was being perfectly honest -- I loved that. It had felt incredible watching her cum so hard from the way I kissed her perfect little pussy. And I felt closer to Sun Hee than ever before.

But some of the other stuff was harder to take. I wasn't sure what to make of the way Sun Hee left me hanging -- and even seemed to enjoy it. Her suggestion -- well, her demand -- that I wait two more days for her seemed sexy and fun at the time, but now it worried me. I mean, right now I was so wound up I wasn't sure I could last two hours much less two days. And the discovery that she had had more sexual experience than I thought, more in fact than I had it sounded like -- well, that was a pretty big blow to my self-confidence. Never mind the way that I had apparently missed my chance to fuck Sun Hee, not just last night but from the very first night we got together. The blue balls were killing me.

I had a lot to think about.

I also had to get to class. After a pretty late, and for me largely sleepless night, we had both overslept the alarm, but that didn't stop Sun Hee from insisting on another round of pussy licking in the morning. It was past 10 a.m. when Sun Hee finally left my room, looking relaxed and happy, and I had class across campus at 11. But first I definitely had to squeeze in a shower. My room was heavy with the musky scent of Sun Hee's sex, and I knew I must be covered in her scent as well.

***

It was a rough day that had me feeling like a zombie from lack of sleep, but a bright and shining bright spot in an otherwise tiring day was running into Sun Hee in the hallway later that afternoon. I caught sight of her through the crush of students, her distinctive long black hair and bangs a beacon through the crowd. I felt a little embarrassed how happy it made me to see her.

Weaving toward her, I saw that Sun Hee was talking to someone, a tall guy with dark, well-cut hair. He loomed over her, making her seem tiny and delicate in comparison. Sun Hee smiled up at him as they talked, and as I got closer I felt confused noticing that his hand rested briefly on her arm, just under her elbow. Who was he? They were too far away to overhear, but she clearly knew him. Her mouth opened in laughter as she looked up at him, and she half stepped away from him before stepping close again in the flirty way girls do.

Why did my mind go there? Was she actually flirting? Surely this was just an innocent encounter. And besides, Sun Hee was free to hang out with whomever she liked -- I didn't want to be the possessive type, and she had made it abundantly clear she hated that even more than I did.

At any rate, the whole thing was over in moments anyway, just a passing encounter. Even as I approached, he was turning away, and she half raised her hand to wave goodbye. I felt a twinge of jealousy as his hand seemed to briefly rest on the small of her back as he took his leave. Then, backing away from her, he called out something about "next time" before turning and disappearing down the hall.

"Who was that?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Hi, baby!" Sun Hee cried out, bouncing up on her toes to give me a hug and a quick kiss. Her obvious enthusiasm at seeing me filled me with joy. As a Korean, she was pretty shy about public affection, but I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body tight against mine.

Delicious but distracting memories of last night ran through my head, and my cock began to stiffen. Her tight little body felt so warm and soft against mine.

Sun Hee was dressed in what I had come to understand as trademark Korean fashion, a high neckline modestly covering any cleavage and a deliciously short hemline that showed a tantalizing amount of her long legs set off, as always, by high heels. Her dress was a very dark blue that resonated strikingly with her long black hair. At the collar was a bib of white lace that was echoed down below by just a hint of lace petticoat peeking out at her thighs. In all, she looked especially adorable today.

"Who's that?" I asked again when she pulled away.

"Oh, Sebastian? He's in our Sociology class together, don't you recognize him?"

I guess I did. Sort of. He was some upperclassman who often had smart answers to the professor's questions. I could see why she might be flattered by his attention, and that definitely didn't make me feel better.

"He seemed pretty friendly," I ventured. "What were you guys talking about?"

Sun Hee's face abruptly darkened. She slapped my arm and demanded, "You're not being jealous and nosy, now are you?"

Her reaction put me back on my heels. I sputtered and shook my head, protesting, "No, baby, no."

Hands on her hips, she gave me an appraising look, almost as though she enjoyed flummoxing me like this, and a little smile crept back in the corner of her wide mouth. "Good." She patted her tiny hand on my chest. "Because you know I don't like you being jealous or possessive."

I pulled her back against me, drawing the scent of her skin deep into my nostrils. "I know, baby." My hand drifted down to her small but firm little ass. I knew I should let it go, but foolishly I pressed her on it. "But still, you have to admit he was flirting with you."

She looked up at me with her sweet little smile. "Was he now?" I nodded, mute, afraid to speak lest I sound jealous again, and I guess the look on my face must have been priceless because Sun Hee burst into giggles. "Maybe you're right... maybe he was checking me out."

Sun Hee pressed her body closer to me. I could feel her perky breasts push against me, and the heat between her legs meant she was aroused. My poor unrelieved cock stirred in response, pressing into her belly.

"Oh," she giggled. "Somebody likes that he was flirting with me, doesn't he?"

What? No, she was misunderstanding. After our crazy night together, I couldn't help but get hard; my poor balls were desperate for release. But Sun Hee didn't let up. She nuzzled her hips against me further, teasing my erection, and to my shock and embarrassment, her tiny hand slipped down to the front of my jeans.

She felt me there. "Ooh, somebody really likes it!"

My cock was raging at full mast at this point. It felt terribly embarrassing to be so visibly erect in the middle of the hallway like this, and Sun Hee's giggles did not help. My face turned a deep red.

Her look was speculative. "It's ok." She patted my arm. "I'm glad you like it. That makes me feel special. And I guess you're right, guys do check me out a lot."

Then she turned and, holding my fingers in her hand, led me down the hall. "Come on," she said. "You promised to take me out tonight."

I followed along happily, enjoying the way the short hem of her dark blue dress danced on her hips, the hint of white lace peeking out a delicious hint of the treasure between her legs just out of view. A treasure I had still not yet gotten to conquer. God, I needed to fuck this girl!

***

That evening found us alone together at the mall, another fun night out in the city for Sun Hee who chafed under the claustrophobic bubble of on-campus housing and the constant conformism of her Korean friends. She was in high spirits, and while shopping wasn't normally my thing, I discovered it was a great time for us to spend time together without the constant temptation of hoping to get it on. If I was to have any chance of not spilling tonight, I needed to keep busy. And I definitely needed to not be alone with Sun Hee in a room, even though that was exactly what I desperately wanted.

The lights and sounds and crowds captured Sun Hee's imagination, and it felt really good to give her such simple happiness by being able to take her new places and show her things she hadn't seen before.

"I never actually get to shop for myself. My mom always picks out stuff for me," she said. "Is that weird?" She was eagerly licking up the gelato we treated ourselves to, and I loved her for it.

"No, not at all, baby," I replied, though it did seem sort of weird. The way she talked about the limits she experienced growing up in Korea made it seem a foreign place, which I guess it was.

"Anything you want, baby," I said, spreading my arms in a dramatic way. "Anything."

She laughed and leaned up to kiss my nose, her lips soft and cold from the gelato. Then we both laughed and stumbled together into the nearby shop.

The first dress we tried was a floral print, and at my insistence she tried it on to model for me.

"I can't wear this!" she cried from the dressing room, and I had to practically drag her out into the hallway so she could model it. She held her hands shyly over her cleavage. The neckline was ordinary by American standards, but it must have felt pretty strange and new to her. She had told me about how her mother always hectored her about dressing modestly and not attracting attention, and even her Korean friends and roommate peer pressured her. It was part of the independence she complained she didn't get to have. Conforming and putting others ahead of herself was a basic part of what it meant to be a girl growing up in her experience.

When I finally coaxed her into lowering her hands and looking at herself in the mirror, she had to agree that it looked pretty good on her. Hot, in fact. Honestly, sexiness aside it looked much better on her than her Korean clothes. Given her perky breasts, their high collars just made her look boxy, and her old clothes hung in a way that always seemed ill-fitting. This dress gave a much more tailored look which really highlighted her slim and petite lines. The fact that it made her perky little tits stand out -- well, that was just gravy.

She looked thoughtful. She twirled around, admiring the way the dress accentuated her petite waist and cute little butt. In a quiet voice she asked, "I can't wear this... can I?"

"Of course you can. I want you to," I encouraged. "You look amazing, baby." The dress was hardly scandalous, but it did reveal the tops of her full breasts and flashed a generous glimpse of her cleavage. Seeing her this way excited me.

"I look so..." Sun Hee didn't finish the thought.

I moved up behind her, wrapped my arms loosely around her waist, and kissed lightly along the back of her neck. It was a surprisingly erotic moment, especially as we were standing in front of the dressing mirror in the middle of the store. Still, I pressed forward, letting her feel the full length of my aroused cock nudge between the cheeks of her ass.

"Trust me baby, you look incredible," I breathed into her ear. "No one could resist you dressed like this."

"I like that," she purred, leaning back against me. Her scent filled my nostrils. I wanted to fuck her.

She reached behind to pull me closer. "Are you saying this dress will get me lots of attention? Will guys hit on me if I wear this?"

I didn't know what to make of the way she was bringing that up again, but I couldn't help but feel aroused seeing how sexy she looked in the dress. She had to know how she was torturing me, and something I was learning about Sun Hee was that she enjoyed being a tease. I swear her nipples were getting hard.

"As if you don't get enough attention as it is," I groaned.

"Maybe I want more?" she asked, feigning innocence. Her eyes locked on mine in the mirror. Then, proving my point, she arched her back it a way that rubbed her sexy ass against my desperate cock and made her tits jut out in a way that made me genuinely ache.

I would have thought she would be the one to get awkward with this level of intimacy in public, but it was me who broke. I had to pull away from her tight little body to compose myself. We were in the middle of a store, after all.

The look on her face in the mirror told me two things: she liked that she had made me break, and she wanted more.

Laughing, Sun Hee took my hand, and we went around to other stores to try on different dresses. One dress we both really liked was a forest green skater dress with a white band accenting the edges. The green was a perfect contrast to her golden skin, and I loved the way the white trim really accentuated the neckline. It didn't go too deep, but it definitely showed the inner slopes of Sun Hee's pert breasts and a generous amount of the canyon in between. The only problem was her old bra showed as well.

"Try it without the bra," I urged.

We were having enough fun by now that Sun Hee quickly agreed, and she darted back into the changing room. When she opened the door again and stepped out into the changing room hall, my jaw dropped. She looked unbelievably sexy. The dress clung to every curve of her breasts making their shape and heft unmistakable, yet the fabric was thick enough not to be too obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples, which I could tell were hard, poked through just enough to be visible. They seemed to beg to be touched.

Seeing my sweet little Sun Hee this way was definitely not helping my blue ball situation.

"Do you like this dress?" she asked, playful.

I nodded, dumbly. I was practically drooling. "Yes."

Then she cocked her head. "Do you think Sebastian will like this dress?"

"Yes..." It just seemed to pop out of my mouth. I felt hypnotized by her. I didn't want to be thinking about him, but she was right, he would definitely enjoy this dress. Sun Hee had me imagining her standing this way in front of him, and despite myself I felt my cock stiffen.

She saw it.

But then she did something that rocked my world.

Sun Hee grabbed the sides of her dress, flashed me a playful smile, and started lifting. An extra inch of her bare thighs came into view, and then another. I assumed she was just doing a quick tease, but she kept lifting. Shit, she was lifting her dress high enough that I was about to see her little pink thong -- here, in the store dressing area.

But there was no pink thong! Just the bare flesh of her slender thighs. And then... lifting just a little higher... Sun Hee's bare pussy. As a slender girl she was justifiably proud of the generous gap between her thighs, and there, in perfect view, were the pink little lips of her labia. Thin and delicate like a flower, but a flower ready to open. Her pink lips seemed to flex and quiver which each breath as she stood before me.

"Oh... shit," I exclaimed. I couldn't believe she was doing this. We were in public, in the dressing area hallway where anyone could walk in at any moment. It made me nervous, yet incredibly aroused.

It clearly excited her, too. Her pussy glistened with wetness.

"What does this make you think of?" She looked at me with challenge in her eyes.

"Licking you." I blurted the answer without even thinking. And it was true. I definitely wanted to lick her, and if I wasn't such a coward, I would have pushed her into the dressing room and licked her right in that moment.

Sun Hee smirked, clearly delighted by the effect she was having on me. She rocked her hips back and forth. I swear she was egging me on. "What else does it make you think of?"

I hesitated.

Her nipples pushed through the green fabric like bullets. The dress hadn't seemed scandalous before but now it looked lewd. She seemed to radiate barely restrained sexual power.

"Say it," she insisted.

I don't understand why, but I felt both an eagerness and an incredible reluctance to say it out loud. I wasn't sure how I felt about her forcing me to speak the words but I did, and my cock ached with need. "That I don't get to cum." My voice sounded less solid that I had hoped.

"That's right," she said. "I like that part." She twisted side to side a little, almost like doing a little dance. "And how long can't you cum?"

The way she said it made me feel strange, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her pussy. "Two days." I don't know what compelled me to add the next part, but I blurted. "Baby, if you get that dress, I'll go three days."

Sun Hee laughed and dropped her skirt back down around her legs. The proper little Korean girl I knew and loved was suddenly back. "Well, then let's definitely get this dress."

She flung herself against me and gave me a deep and searching kiss. The heat of her body against me was incredible, and I definitely enjoyed feeling her in this sexy new dress. Sun Hee surprised me by reaching into my pants and wrapped her tiny hand around my needy cock. She gave me three long strokes of heaven. Then she leaned up on her tiptoes again to kiss me and said, "Thanks, baby."

Then she spun away, almost as though nothing had happened, and popped back into her dressing room and closed the door.

Needless to say, we got the green dress. It was a little pricier than I expected but well worth it. As we left, Sun Hee picked out two other tops for herself, similarly low cut. One was maybe lower cut that she realized.

"My Korean friends will freak out, but you're right, I should get to dress the way I want," she said to convince herself. "Besides, maybe this is the beginning of a new me."

I wasn't sure how I felt about everything that was happening, but I did like the new confident and adventurous version of her, and I told her as much. She looked happy and confident, and that made me happy. Maybe something about the way she had taken control of my orgasms had something to do with it.

"These are my treat," I insisted.

Sun Hee smiled, clearly very pleased, and reached up to give me a kiss on the lips in front of the sales clerk.

"I like buying pretty things for my pretty girl," I said. Then, thinking it was my turn to tease her, I added with a wink, "My naughty girl."

With the sales clerk was right there I had hoped my comment would scandalize her, but I was wrong. Sun Hee just seemed to glow. "And naughty," she agreed. "And don't you dare forget your promise!"

Just below the counter, her hand patted my eager cock. This new version of her was really something. Horny as I was, knowing I had made her happy made me happy. It was almost like she was training me to put her needs first.

***

That's why I was feeling foolish and apprehensive when I saw Sun Hee again two nights later. I had promised to stay chaste for her as part of our little game, but the night before -- while Sun Hee was busy studying and I was feeling lonely and frustrated -- I foolishly started touching myself. Even as I started I knew I was sabotaging myself, but I couldn't help it. I told myself I would only touch myself a little bit and that I needed to feel some of the pleasure and relief Sun Hee was denying me. But before I knew it I had spilled.

Now I was standing in the hallway of her dorm trying to decide whether or not I was going to confess.

When Sun Hee answered the door she practically bounced into my arms. I held her little body eagerly, and we kissed with enthusiasm. Honestly, the girl took my breath away.

Happily, it was one of the very rare times her roommate was away, so we could hang out together without interruption. I was especially glad of that tonight as her roommate intimidated me. Sun Hee grabbed my hand and eagerly led me back into her side of the divided double.

It was a school night, so Sun Hee was dressed for bed in an oversized black and white striped tshirt and shorts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I definitely enjoyed seeing her hard nipples poke through the fabric of her top. It felt good knowing she was excited to see me in more ways than one.

We cuddled together in the corner of her bed, sharing stories about our day and trading little kisses. I loved talking with her, but I also couldn't help getting distracted her luscious breasts. I started nuzzling her chest and nibbling on her nipples through her clothes. I loved the way her dark areolas strained against the fabric of her top and the way my saliva seemed to make them even darker. As she grew more aroused, the flimsy fabric strained to contain her tits.