Vivian Kwong on Tour

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Vivian Kwong grew up in Australia to Chinese parents. She was kind of small, but entirely gorgeous. It wasn't just me that thought so, at uni I had a constant battle for her attention. Long wavy hair, sparkling eyes, kissable lips. Viv wasn't one to show off her body, but occasionally she would wear a tight knitted jumper and tight jeans. It was enough to show she might look good undressed.

I was one of the lucky ones to find out, albeit briefly and in the dark. As much as anyone could date Viv, I dated her. Frankly it was more like a series of dates than dating. I lived in a house-share and if she was over when no one else was home, occasionally she would relent and come into my room. Occasionally she would relent and let me undress her. Occasionally she would relent and open her legs. But there were conditions. Under the sheets, which better be clean. Lights off or down. No condom, no fuck; and she wasn't the one to put it on. Her pussy may not be shaved. No toys. No tying her to a bedpost. No photos. And she did not suck cock. Neither did she stay over. Her parents had never fully integrated into their new society; they were strict about where all three of their daughters were.

"I can't work you out. When I finger you, you cum. When I fuck you, you cum. I don't understand why you don't wanna do this more often and in more ways?"

"Just be thankful for what you have!" Viv would chide me in return. "Some boys don't even get that!"

"How many boys are you dating?" I would frown, but never get a straight answer.

"I'm not good at being a girlfriend. I don't like being obliged to do things for someone."

"You're saying you're selfish?"

"Maybe?" she would grin cheekily, and get away with it. She was gorgeous; and coughed her pussy up just enough to keep me doting after her without committing to me. I wondered how many others she did that for?

She was clever though, was Vivian. She never played me off against other boys in person. If she was there with me, she was with me. For that night she held my arm like a girlfriend would. She would come to my family dinners as if we were together. Anything that might have happened with other boys was done away from me. Sometimes a friend would feedback they had seen her sitting on the lap of a boy all night at a party or doing her shirt buttons up coming out of a movie theatre, but If she did kiss other boys, she never rubbed it in my face.

It was terrible of me, but I did find myself 'projecting' when it came to my relationships with other girls. I didn't want to commit to someone on the ridiculous hope that Vivian would grow commitment to me. I kept thinking it would come over time. The things we did, any normal girl should want more. If we did go to bed, I could get Viv to lay on me face upward, cock inside her - and I would hold her fingers and use them to fiddle with her own clit. I was making her finger herself as she was fucked from below. It would drive her nuts. It was the sort of dirty sex orgasm that you would expect a girl to hold onto and never let go. Not Vivian. She would put her clunky bra back on, her stodgy pants and old-lace dress, and go home. I'd get a hug and peck on the cheek if I was lucky. Maybe a thank you. I kept hoping. It never happened. Eventually I took the plunge and properly dated someone else. Eliza. We worked together at a bar on weekends. I'd been doing to her what Vivian had been doing to me, so I broke the cycle and dated her properly. I didn't tell Vivian as such, but neither did I ask her out on any more dates. It was only then that I fully realized that it had only ever been me that brought Viv and I together. In the absence of me asking, it just stopped. We'd still see each other at uni (Eliza didn't study, bless her), and Viv and I would talk and have lunch, and things were still remarkably good. We just didn't date. Or fuck.

The next time we saw each other outside of uni was perhaps four months later. A friend of both of us had rented a surf club at the beach for their twenty-first birthday. It was a raucous affair, with a band and kegs of beer and gatecrashers. Of course, it became a massive spontaneous event that had police threatening to shut down every forty-five minutes, i.e. a great party. Eliza was working and the guy that drove Viv to the party was swiftly discarded once she saw me drinking beers on the long balcony overlooking the moonlit beach.

"It's too noisy, I can't talk in there," I said casually, as if she was just another friend.

"Can't talk out here, either, when it's just you yourself."

"You're here now," I smiled politely.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Viv asked in a nice way.

"You heard about that, huh?"

"Why else would you be ignoring me?" she asked. Seamlessly Viv came in close and hugged me, hiding from the salty wind. "She's not here now?" she asked.

"Working. Who gave you a lift?"

"Simon."

"You with him now?"

"No! He's just a friend."

I wondered if she used to say that about me?

"Do you have a drink?" I asked, knowing that she rarely drank alcohol.

"Get me one?" she asked. I was surprised. Even more so when she was stood in the same place when I got back. And she stood near me the whole night. It felt like the old days, like one of our dates. Especially when I got her down on the beach, stood against the dark wall of the club. Kissing her again was like going home. My hand in her pants was like going home. Her not putting her hand in my pants was equally familiar.

"Come back to my place?" I begged. "Let's do it properly."

"It's late."

"You've been home later."

"You have a girlfriend."

"So?" I asked. We were kissing. My fingers were in her pussy. If having a girlfriend made a difference, it should have been at an earlier stage than that.

"I can't, you have a girlfriend," she said slipping from my arms, doing her jeans back up and finding her way to a taxi. I watched her leave and sighed. At least I had the party to go back to, I had some catching up to do on the keg. And Eliza, I still had Eliza.

Until I didn't.

It was my own fault. I knew Eliza was already touchy about my history with Vivian. She knew I had chased her for ages and was always probing to see if I really was over her. I shouldn't have been so obviously clinging to Vivian at the party, it wasn't too hard to figure it would get back to her. And even worse, someone had told her Viv and I came out of a dark spot on the beach with Viv pulling her pants back up.

"They were never down! That's a lie! Only undone!"

It didn't help. I deserved it. I deserved Vivian. She was apologetic about messing things up for me.

"At least we can do this again," she consoled me. I sat on my bed, pulling her pants down as she stood in front of me.

"Can you stay?"

"You know I can't do that."

Or a whole lot of other things.

And so as much as I tried to pull myself out of the mire, I was right back where I began. I didn't blame anyone else, except fate perhaps. I was resigned to a mediocre love life. Sporadic exhilaration followed by long periods of doldrums.

I know what you're thinking. You're not that clever. Every member of my family and every friend I had said the same thing. Get the hell away from that woman. They didn't blame her, they blamed me. It wasn't Vivian's fault she wasn't in love. But it was my fault I couldn't leave her in peace.

"Does she ask you on dates?" my sister asked.

"No."

"Does she suggest she comes over for sex?"

"No."

"Then...anything to learn from that?"

Of course, there was. Let the poor girl be.

I didn't though. I couldn't. Though I guess other guys couldn't either. I kept hearing of that Simon guy taking her out, too. And there was a super tall Asian guy one of my friends saw her reaching up high to kiss in a night club. But as always when Vivian was with me she was as sweet as ever, and on every fourth date or so she'd take off her pants in the dark then go home.

"I have a charity night," I told Viv one afternoon at uni. "A big one. My old school's annual alumni fundraiser. Black tie."

I knew that would hook her. My high school was old and prestigious. One thing that attracted Vivian like a moth to a flame was anything glamorous; an event that would likely make it to the social pages photos.

"I have a ticket. Can I take you?"

It was the first time I'd heard her say yes before asking where or when or what time?

Vivian knew how to dress black tie. It was the one time she allowed herself to look sexy. Deep red. Plunge front, backless, hair tied up. Just the right level of make-up.

"Viv, I can see your tits, you know that right?" I whispered as we sat at our table. Her dress fell forward whenever she moved.

"You complaining?" she smiled.

"Not at all. But you will be coming back to my place tonight. No way you're not getting fucked later."

"Okay," she grinned.

We ate, danced, talked, met all my old classmates and teachers. People winked at me as they stared in at Vivian's nipples.

"I still can't believe you don't care," I said to her on the dance floor.

"Made you hard, right?" she teased, pushing against my boner.

"This is not the Vivian I know."

"You don't take me to parties like this enough, then," she protested.

"Clearly not," I agreed, trying to wrack my brain on what other black-tie events I'd ever come across.

After dinner there was an auction and a raffle. I was priced out of every auction item, the cheapest on offer was five hundred dollars; fortunately, enough parents were present to give the night a good kitty. I did buy a ten-dollar raffle ticket. Just one.

When they drew me at second prize, I felt guilty. I know a lot of my old classmates had bought more and they'd given me shit for being such a tight-ass. To then win a major prize, I felt the daggers on me as I went up on stage to collect.

Flight for two to Bali. Five nights accommodation at Ayana Resort. A thousand dollars spending money.

I have to say my first thought went to Eliza. How could I get her back? It didn't even occur to me that Vivian would come on a trip like that. Five nights, just the two of us, it didn't even enter my mind. We didn't discuss the prize at all. Even after I took her home and fucked her from behind in that beautiful dress, gripping her breasts, I didn't think for a moment of asking her along.

In fact, I messaged Eliza on the Sunday, asking how she was. Not as good as me, obviously, she texted back - along with a photo of the Sunday papers. Deep cleavage Vivian holding tightly and happily to my arm.

"Fuck."

I didn't see Vivian until the following week, and even then it was by chance.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She didn't look happy with me.

"Nothing."

I almost smiled at how well I knew her by then.

"Nothing huh? Okay I'll leave you be."

"Why you didn't invite me to your trip? You still planning to go with that other girl?"

That floored me. Perhaps I didn't know her so well after all.

"The trip?"

"I was right there when you won it. I let you have sex with me that night, but you didn't even talk with me about it. You really resent me so much?"

I didn't know how to answer. I was stunned. I hadn't given Viv a moment's thought. Even as she said what she said, in the back of my mind I suspected that if Viv wanted me to ask her to come, it was so she had the opportunity to say no. It would keep her in the ascendency. Pandering her whim, I said, "Vivian, I haven't asked any single person to come on my trip with me. I would like you to be the first. May I request you join me for five nights in Bali?"

"Thank you. I'd love to."

Thank you, I'd love to?

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I've never been to Bali," she smiled. "I have interest."

"For Bali or me?"

"Both," Viv said diplomatically.

"So, you'll come with me?"

"I'm hurt you didn't ask me already that night. I even gave you sex!"

"And went home after. Because you can't stay overnight with a boy. How are you going to go away for five nights?

"This is different. It's a trip. A resort hotel. I can do that."

"What will you tell your parents?"

"They know you," she shrugged. "I'll tell them the truth. It's a free trip to a beautiful place. They won't stop me from that. I'm an adult now."

"If you're an adult you can stay overnight when we fuck," I argued.

"That's different."

There was no point to persist. Viv was going to come with me. Part of me was ecstatic. Part of me was wary. Sex in the dark, if at all?

Still, I didn't exactly have an alternative. As much as 'do you wanna come with me to Bali?' would be a fun pick up line at a nightclub, I couldn't imagine it working.

My friends and family groaned, of course, at hearing Viv was coming with me.

"More of the same crap."

"You need to stop chasing the good-looking ones."

"She doesn't seem the beach type."

"Does she even have a bikini?"

"Of course she's going, costs her nothing, emotionally or financially."

It was difficult to defend any of it. I knew Vivian was using me to feed her need for reliable attention and devotion without the need to return it. Some people blamed her; said she was being cruel. But I chose to ignore them. I blamed myself entirely.

The trip had been donated by a travel agent, so arrangements were proper and smooth. The flights were with Ratty Airlines, so the departure was at the very cheapest gate time, six in the morning. I'd suggested Vivian to stay over at my place and we go to the airport together rather than wake her family so early. Hopes dashed once more.

"Don't be silly, I'll meet you there. Just after four, okay?"

I booked a taxi for myself. Viv's big sister drove her but didn't come in. We hugged and kissed when we saw each other. Viv was in ordinary pants and long T-shirt, sensible travel wear. What did I expect?

The flight was too early to serve alcohol, which being Ratty Airlines I would have had to pay for anyway. We shard earplugs and watched some Netflix I'd downloaded on my iPad, a present from my big sister 'to help study' (which it never got used for).

Denpasar airport is a cavernous shed, basically. It's designed to house thousands of tourists efficiently, not stylishly. Fortunately for us there was a lull in flight arrivals, we were through quickly. The hotel shuttle had us at Ayana before two in the afternoon local time. Starving hungry, we ate in the lobby cafe before getting into the room. When we did, our bags had already been delivered. I helped lift and open Vivian's first.

Two huge boxes of condoms fell out. It had been one task I'd given her, something awkward for her to do to make myself feel one percent less pathetic. I held them up.

"Twenty-four condoms? For five night?" I asked her.

"Well, I don't know how many times you're planning to do it to me? Had to be sure we didn't run out."

"Okay," I nodded, spirits slightly lifted.

"You want to use one straight away?" Vivian asked matter-of-factly.

I looked at her taking her clothes and packing them into the drawers.

"Ah, yeah. Sure. That would be nice."

"Okay. Shower first," she said, holding her bathroom bag in her hand. "Come on."

Somewhat stunned, I followed her into the huge bathroom and watched her turn on the water in the wide shower area. Then her clothes came off. Piece by piece. I'd seen Viv naked before, but not like this. Not during the day. Not in full light.

"You are stunning," I couldn't help but say, staring at her nudity.

"You like it?" she asked, playfully turning around to show me all of her.

"I fucking love it," I beamed.

"Hurry up," she said, stepping into the water, "Get undressed. Shower, then you can have me."

I was hard before my pants hit the floor. In the shower we went straight into a clinch, kissing passionately. Viv reached between us, gripping my cock and tugging.

"This thing is huge," she smiled at me. "I hope the condoms fit."

"As long as your cunt does," I suggested in return.

"It will. No need to worry about that this trip."

My head was spinning in the steam. We washed each other's hair and body, taking time to kiss and touch. Her Asian skin was so smooth, her nipples got rock hard as I fingered them.

When we finally turned off the water, we dried each other's body sensually. I sat on the bed and watched her dry her long wavy hair in front of the mirror. I never imagined she could be so comfortable standing in the nude, especially in full daylight. It was the first time I'd seen her move normally and naturally around a room undressed. Her breasts stood out, magnificently holding their shape as they bobbed. There was a gap between her thighs. Her ass was small and tight, her shoulders sleek and square.

"You would look good bent over with cock in you," I beamed.

"Come in, then," she told me, putting down the dryer and gripping the bench, sticking her ass back. I'd never put a condom on so quickly. I watched her body and face in the mirror as I pushed in from behind and started fucking. She looked happy.

"You like it," I accused her.

"I always liked it," she admitted.

I pumped and fucked based on her face in the mirror, doing everything I could to give her a great experience on my cock. I got her, eventually. It wasn't a big orgasm, but she shuddered and stood up straight to take a deep breath.

"Cum in me," she said after her vision cleared.

"It's okay," I smiled. "We can do it again later."

"Okay," she agreed as I withdrew. This time she took the condom off me and threw it in the bin. We hugged and kissed. She thanked me for having her on the trip. I thanked her for the great fuck.

"Come on! That's the least I can do," she smiled nicely. "You want me to stay undressed, until you're ready again?"

"Umm. Yeah. That would be...nice."

I couldn't believe my luck. Vivian was being very un-Vivian like. She cleaned herself up from the sex and helped pack away my clothes, look through all the brochures and menus, check out the TV, even step out onto the low balcony to check out the view. All nude. Not an ounce of shyness that I was so used to.

"I'm sorry, I'm staring," I said when she caught me.

"It's okay. You can," she laughed. "We're on holiday together."

"I don't want you to go outside this room. I don't want you to get dressed."

"Hmm. Better we use another condom? This time get your stuff out of you?" Viv suggested, coming in close to stroke me. I was hard instantly.

"You wanna try putting it on?" I asked.

"Okay."

She fumbled around, but managed to get it on.

"Hopefully it isn't broken," she said, climbing to sit on my lap. She held my cock and pushed her vagina full depth on to it.

"That feels good," Viv purred.

"For me too," I assured her. "I've always loved your cunt."

"You don't feel funny fucking an Asian girl?" she asked, lifting to put her breast at my mouth.

"I love it," I said truthfully. "Why? You feel weird fucking a white guy?"

"No, I like white guy cocks," she giggled.

"How many have you had?" I asked.

"Some," was all she would say, kissing me to stop the conversation. I fought to hold on as long as I could, but Vivian was fairly dancing in my lap. She looked happy to get me.

"Oh, I can feel you twitch even through the condom," she puffed. "It's a big one."

I couldn't disagree. I saw stars as I blew.

Vivian lifted off, getting a box of tissues to help pull off the condom and clean my mess. She sat back on my lap again afterward, back a little from my shrinking cock.

"I love you being naked," I moaned happily.

"I like being here, too."

We lay on top of the bed and kissed intimately. It wasn't the way I expected the trip to start. I was delighted.

As evening neared, we dressed and looked around the hotel. I wore my swimmers and a long singlet. Vivian wore a summer dress with no underwear, I didn't even have to ask.