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 He was a night janitor, and she was a hard-working graduate student, and
that was only the beginning of why things never should have progressed
between them past the eye contact stage.  He was also half Brazilian and
half black, and she was Korean, making any sort of connection even more
unbelievable.  The Asian women he knew might go for white guys, but never
black guys.  But you never know what's going to happen.

   His name was Tyrone, after his father.  Early one fall he got a job
cleaning at the university and was stationed at the telecommunications
building, which meant that part of his cleaning duties included a small
graduate student lounge.  The first couple of nights, early in the
semester, he did his job without seeeing anyone, but then, on the third
night, he spotted an Asian woman camped in front of a computer.

   "Can I run the vacuum?" Tyrone called.  "Is it going to bother you?" She
turned to him and smiled, and he felt his stomach do a little summersault.
She didn't do it sexy or flirtingly or anything, but she had a very sexy
mix of cute and elegant features, along with almost translucent, olive
skin, and dark eyes.  Her smile was warm and welcoming.  Her hair was long
and straight, black but with a natural slight, red tint, that he could only
see because of the light.

   "I don't mind," she said, in a slightly accented voice.  Tyrone nodded,
smiled, and turned on the vacuum.  He tried not to let his eyes linger too
long on her, but it was hard.  In addition to a knockout face she had a
trim, curved stature, tight little hips, and pretty feet.

   Later, during his break, he mentioned the woman to another janitor, Jan.


   "Oh, she's here late a lot," Jan said.  "You'll probably see her three,
four nights a week, until 2 or 3 in the morning.  Hard little worker."

   Tyrone nodded and grinned.  "That's fine with me."

   "I'll bet it is.  She's quite a number," Jan said, with a crooked grin.
"You're a good lookin' fella, but don't be gettin' any ideas, young man. 
She's in a different world than you."

   Tyrone agreed.  He was the right age for her, 28, and blessed with an
attractive, strong body.  But he cleaned trash cans, for pete's sake, after
having dropped out of college years ago after one semester.  He'd worked on
campus before, at the union bowling alley, and he enjoyed the appreciative
looks he got from the college girls, but, inevitably, when they learned his
job, his prospects with them came to an abrupt end.

   One night after he was done vacuuming the Asian girl cleared her throat.


   "Sir?" She said.  "I see you a lot.  I have a problem.  I just got a
call from a friend and his car break down.  I live far from here and I
don't want to walk.  I know you don't know me, but I see you often, and Jan
say you nice, so I was just hoping--"

   "Sure," Tyrone said.  "I can give you a ride."

   On the way to her apartment he learned that her name was Soo-Ji, and she
was a native Korean.  She was going for her PhD.  She learned his name and
said it a few times, turning it around in her mouth.  She made it sound
like "Ty-lone."

   "It's just Tyrone," he said.  "It ain't that hard to pronounce, is it?"

   "No," she admitted.  "But we have problem with 'r.' And I also just want
to be sure I remember it."

   From that evening on things took on a different tone between the two of
them.  She smiled and waved at him whenever he came in, her little fingers
waggling hello.  He'd stop and talk with her for a few minutes.  One day
soon after they met she asked if she could ask him something personal.  He
said yes.

   "You janitor," she said.  "But you very smart.  Why you no college?  You
can make your life better!"

   "What's wrong with my life now?' Tyrone said.  Her face fell.

   "Oh!  I sorry--"

   "Don't be sorry," Tyrone said.  "I didn't take offense.  I take pleasure
in physical work.  It is my salvation.  I tried school work and I got
enormously frustrated, because I felt like I wasn't doing anything."

   "Yes," she said.  "Sometime I feel same way."

   "Are you kidding?" Tyrone said.  "You came all the way here and you
think you're doing nothing?  Learning a new language and studying for a
PhD? You're doing an incredible thing."

   "Thank you," she said, and smiled in a way that melted Tim's heart.

   "So what do you do for fun?" Tyrone said.  "I see you in here all the
time.  You must relax somehow."

   Soo-Ji shrugged.  "I don't know..." she said.

   "Movies?  Theater?  Sports?"

   "I like to run," she said.  "Keep fit."

   "Yeah, I can tell that," he said.

   "I have question for you.  Please...  no offense, I hope," she said.

   "Go ahead.  I don't take much offense at anything."

   "You very interesting look.  I ask Jan.  She don't know.  Are you
black?"

   Tyrone smiled.  "My father was black.  My mother was Brazilian."

   She smiled.  "I see.  Very interesting.  Very interesting.  Is it hard?"

   "Is WHAT hard?" He said.

   "Being that way," she said.  "Race very...  important in America."

   "It can be, sometimes," he admitted.  "But I try not to think about that
kind of stuff too much."

   That was the extent of their talking for a few days, although Tyrone
felt for some reason as if he had made another breakthrough.  He had always
been curious about Asian girls but had never dated one.  He wondered if
Soo-Ji was leaving an opening for him, but a part of him said no, Asian
girls, particularly Korean ones, don't date blacks, even half blacks.

   One Thursday evening Tyrone walked into the grad lounge and saw Soo-Ji
sitting with a white guy.  Soo-Ji turned and smiled at him, giving him her
customary wave.

   "Ah, Ty-lone, I want you meet my friend, Dan," she said.  Tyrone went
over and shook his hand, his face falling.  Dan had his hand on her leg
when he walked in, which meant he definitely was more than a "friend."

   "Ty-lone and I have many talk," Soo-Ji explained to Dan, who smiled and
nodded.  He looked smart.  Educated.  Tyrone felt his hopes fading yet
again.  He wondered why he ever let them get up.  He kicked himself.  Well,
he thought, he'd go home, rent some Asian porn, and that would be that.

   Dan became a semi-regular appearance.  When he was there Tyrone would
wave at Soo-Ji but they never talked.  When he wasn't, they would talk, but
it was shallow conversation, not like the ones before Dan came into the
picture.  A little switch had gone off in Tyrone after Dan came along.  Try
as he might, Soo-Ji remained a symbol of what he couldn't have.

   Soo-Ji was puzzled by Tyrone's sudden reticence but understood what was
happening.  Nonetheless, her relationship with Dan progressed.  One day she
was eating lunch with her friend, Eun-Sun.  Midway through the meal Eun-Sun
smiled at her devilishly.

   "So," she said.  "What's it like to have a white boyfriend?"

   "What do you mean?" She said.  They spoke in normal tones since they
were speaking Korean.

   "I mean, what's it LIKE," Eun-Sun said.  "In bed.  Is he...  big?  Does
he hurt you?"

   "Oh my gosh!" Soo-Ji said.  "I can't believe..."

   "Oh come on," Eun-Sun said.  "We're just friends talking."

   Soo-Ji smiled in disbelief, then thought, why not?  She knew Eun-Sun had
a thing for Dan.  She'd give her something to think about.

   "Oh, that's nice," she said.  "He's kinda big, like white guys can be,
but it's nice."

   "Oh boy," Eun-Sun said.  "Well, that's good.  Glad he's not TOO big.  I
heard black guys can be too big.  Korean girls like us just wouldn't fit
well with them.  Or they wouldn't fit into us." They howled with laughter,
but Soo-Ji was thinking of Tyrone.  She found herself wondering how big was
too big, and she wondered what the line was between too big and extreme
pleasure.

   In fact, for some reason she became infatuated with the idea of penis
size.  The next time she and Dan made love, after a movie, she held his
erect penis for a moment against the inside of her forearm and made a
mental note before he plunged the throbbing rod into her pussy.  Later she
measured the span.  He was six inches long, fully erect.  It felt nice. 
How long, she thought, could Tyrone get?

   A few days later Soo-Ji called Dan on the phone.  "I'm sick," she said.
"I'm just going to stay home tonight.  Don't go to lounge.  I can't meet
you."

   "Get well soon," Dan said.  "I miss you when I can't see you."

   She said goodbye.  Then, perfectly healthy and a bit excited, she packed
her bag and went to the graduate lounge.  After a few hours Tyrone came in.
Soo-Ji waved and cleared her throat.

   "Ty-lone?" She said.  "Dan email me.  He car run out of gas.  I was
wondering, I hope--"

   "Yeah," Tyrone said, with a smile.  "I can give you a ride."

   Tyrone opened the car door for her but they drove in silence until
Tyrone pulled into the apartment parking lot.  Soo-Ji looked at him.

   "Ty-lone, I want to say something," she said, as he idled near the door.
"I don't know, I miss our talks.  For some reason we no talk much anymore."


   Tyrone nodded.  "I know.  I just figured Dan wouldn't like it."

   She smiled.  "That why?"

   "Yeah," Tyrone said.  "I know what he'd think.  Some guy talking to his
hot girlfriend.  Of course he knows what he's up to."

   "What would you be up to?  What do you mean?" Soo-Ji said.

   'Well, I, well, I don't know if I should go saying everything in my
head..."

   "Tell me."

   "Well, Dan would know that I'd be hitting on you.  Of course I am.  I
mean, I would.  I don't want to screw things up between you guys.  Not that
you'd ever--"

   "Ty-lone," she said.  "I want you hit on me."

   He looked at her, his eyebrows up.  "You mean that?"

   "Yes," she said, with an emphatic nod.  "I...  curious about you, and I
hope you come up for drink so I learn more about you."

   It was late.  They saw only a few people in the student housing complex
as they made their way to the 7th floor, where she lived with her roommate,
whom Tyrone learned was out of town.

   He watched Soo-Ji.  She was different, now.  Not a student, but someone
else.  Someone in the company of someone they were attracted to.  She was
more relaxed.  She went to the cabinet and poured two glasses of wine. 
They sat on the couch together.  They had a second glass of wine.  Soo-Ji
started to loosen up.

   'So," Tyrone said, "you ever wonder about guys like me?"

   "Well," she said, "you very attractive.  Your coloring.  Wow.  I notice
you right away.  You like gold.  Your eyes brown but light brown.  Very
interesting."

   "Well, if you were attracted to me, why didn't you say something? 
Before this Dan character came along?"

   "I was nervous!"

   "Nervous?  About what?"

   "About how you were," Soo-Ji said.  "In Korea we hear bad things about
black men.  Only ones, they American soldiers.  Want hookers."

   "I'm only half black."

   'Still."

   "Yeah, well, there's a feeling here that black guys like me never get
with Asian women.  Especially Koreans"

   "Why?"

   He smiled.  "Well, partly because Koreans and blacks have had some
run-ins in the past.  And partly for other reasons, but don't make me get
into that!"

   She took a drink of wine.  "Yes, well, I think I know what you mean. 
There talk in Korea," she said.  "Women wonder about white men, but black
men, they hear that, well...  they wonder if things so different, whether
it work, to, you know, big good conclusion."

   Tyrone nodded.  "I think I'm following," he said.  "They say we're
well-hung."

   "And?" She said.  "Is it true?" She clapped her hands over her mouth, as
if hardly able to believe she said such a thing.

   'Well," said Tyrone, laughing, fueled by alcohol, "it's all relative. 
Depends on what you're used to, I guess.  I been in the lockerroom a few
times and I'm not ashamed to say I sneak some peeks, just to know the
score. I've seen only a few cases to dispel the rumor."

   She took a sip of wine.  Let it settle.  Imagined him.  "I don't know if
size matter.  I think fit matter.  It matter if fit well."

   Tyrone chuckled.  "That's funny.  I heard Korean women are, well, small
in that department."

   She smiled.  "I thought men like it like that."

   He laughed.  There was an awkward moment when both were shy to take the
conversation to a place they both wanted.

   "So," Tyrone said, after a moment.  "Do you know how much fits you?"

   She laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.  "No, I try cucumber once,
but I worry it break off inside me!  So I no know."

   'Wow," Tyrone said.  "Wow.  Talk about frustration!"

   She smiled.  "I don't know how big man be."

   "Would you know?"

   She shrugged.  "Dan only one I be with."

   "I see," Tyrone said.  "You've got no basis of comparison!"

   "Yes," she said.  "I need more data.  I researcher, you know."

   He looked at her.  She bit her lip.  "Well," he said, "do you want some
more data to examine?"

   She blushed deep scarlet.  Bit her lip.  She nodded.  He reached behind
her head and pulled her to him.  They kissed, and his hand found her breast
and pawed it through her shirt.  She moaned into his mouth, both of them
already horny.

   "I wanna know what Asians are like, too," he mumbled, as he unbuttoned
her top and exposed her bra.  "I wanna see for myself."

   Her shirt fell off, and she lifted his tee shirt.  He pulled it off,
revealing his well-built torso.  Her mouth formed an 'O' and she ran her
fingertips over his muscles.

   "Very nice," she said.

   "Time to even the playing field," he said, and unclasped her bra.  He
removed it deftly, and as it fell away he eyed her orange-sized breasts
hungrily before taking one in his mouth.  Soo-Ji let out a gasp and
clutched his curly haired head as his tongue rolled her nipple.  She leaned
back to the couch cushions, pulling him on top of her, and her hands
wandered about him, found his belt, unhooked it.  He found her pants
button, undid it, unzipped it.  She unzipped him, pushed at the waist.  He
pulled off his pants, and then he pulled off hers.  All that was between
them were his briefs and her silk panties.  Her shapely body stretched out
below him.

   "Stand up," she said.  "I want see you first."

   He did.  She looked at his boxers for a moment.  "Take them off," she
said.  Tyrone smiled and hooked his thumbs through his waist band, then
pushed them down.  He stood naked.  His penis hung well down his thigh. 
Her eyes went wide.

   "Oh Ty-lone, you big," she said.  "Come closer."

   He did, and she reached out and grasped his cock.  She wrapped her
fingers around it.  He was large.  As she felt it, let it swing in her
grip. his golden penis began to twitch and grow, slowly forcing her fingers
apart as it swelled.

   'Ty-lone, Ty-lone," she moaned.  She hooked her thumbs in her panties
and pullled them down, revealing all of herself, and her mound, with a
little patch of hair on top.  She reached up and pulled on his cock, her
breathing rapid as he came down.  Instead of settling between her thighs,
however, he laid on his side between her and the couch cushions, and
reached his hand between her legs.  His fingers worked the lips of her
pussy, which quaked and pulsed to life, making his fingers slick with her
fluid.  She moaned and grasped his penis as her thighs clamped on his hand.


   His cock grew with each stroke of her hand, and when it finally stopped
swelling, she tried the same experiment she had with Dan.  Tyrone's rock
hard penis reached from her wrist to almost her elbow.  More than 8 inches,
she estimated.  She gasped.  She worried about pain, but a part of her
screamed to put that thing inside her.

   "Ty-lone," Soo-Ji moaned.  "Lay on top of me."

   Tyrone obliged, pushing down her left knee gently so he could settle
between her thighs.  She felt his body force open her knees and an intense,
helpless excitement overcame her in those last moments before his hips
settled onto hers.  She felt horny and exposed, as he lowered his engorged
cock toward that little piece of real estate between her legs that she had
been keeping under wraps for so long.

   It didn't happen right away.  She felt his hips swaying against her
inner thighs as he probed around, the head of his penis bumping her thighs,
her ass cheeks, her belly.  When, by chance, it rubbed against her pussy,
she heard him grunt and his intensity grew.

   Once Tyrone knew where the target was he worked his cock
enthusiastically to get it between her little hips.  The head of his penis,
big as a racquet ball, rubbed and rubbed her wet folds of skin, finally
gaining traction.  It breached Soo-Ji.  She moaned deeply.  She felt a
creeping pressure deep between her legs and looked down, between her erect
nipples.  Soo-Ji saw Tyrone's big shaft starting to disappear inside her,
inch by inch with every downward swell of his hips.

   "Ohhh Ty-lone," she moaned, feeling her pussy stretch to accomodate him.
She adjusted her ass and legs, thrusting them outward to usher him in.  His
cock crept up her pussy, deeper and deeper as they rocked their hips into
each other, his golden skin grinding into her creamy olive skin.

   "Ohhhh Soo-Ji," he moaned.  "You're so tight.  You're so fucking tight.
But we're getting there.  We're getting there."

   "Ty-lone," she moaned, smiling, her eyes clenched shut, enjoying the
cramping feeling between her hips as his cock wedged inside her, "we having
sex, baby, we get laid together!"

   "Oh yeah," he said, feeling his shaft wriggle through the last few
centimeters of her wet, hot skin, "we're so close, so close..."

   Then he reached his limit.  His balls held him from going further.  With
a satisfied moan from them both their bare bodies rocked into each other.
He moved his hips slowly, and instead of the usual sliding motion of his
penis it was as if they were glued together because she was so tightly
wrapped around his cock.  Their hips moved together in a circular, fluid
motion, the friction very slight.  That, along with the hotness of her
pussy, was enough to start drawing him toward an orgasm, albeit a very slow
and gradual one.

   She certainly liked it, as her head whipped back on the couch pillow to
and fro.

   "Oh, Ty-lone," she groaned in genuine pleasure, as her hips were rocked
back and forth by the thrust of his penis.  "You like?  You like it?"

   "Ohhhh so tight," he moaned.  "I think I'm stuck you're so tight..."

   "Then we have no choice," she gasped, "but to FUCK until you COME, and
then shrink..."

   She threw one foot up on top of the couch and stuck the other out onto
the floor, so that her legs were removed as much as possible as an
impediment to his fucking her.  Soo-Ji's hands found both his ass cheeks,
clutching them as they bobbed up and down, up and down, in a fluid,
grinding motion.  Her hips stuck to him, bouncing with his movement.

   "Ty-lone," she said, "I want on top."

   They didn't want to try disengaging themselves, so Tyrone lifted her
with him, then flipped on his back.  She straddled him, lowering her pussy
onto his big, pulsing cock and letting gravity force the sturdy shaft into
her eager vagina.  She began to swivel her hips, grinding his cock against
the inner sanctums of her pussy, and together they looked at the spot where
their hips met, where his golden flesh and her yellow flesh became one. 
Their pubic hairs pressed together with the effort and tangled.

   But of course the real action was taking place below her skin, in the
pumping, thrusting depths of her pussy, where his engorged dick probed new
territory and she pumped her hips into his to double the sweet effect.  She
felt as if his cock were reaching her stomach, and she loved the feeling --
she screamed for it after a few moments -- and she began to feel a tingling
warmth grip her body.

   Tyrone gripped her hips to pull her pussy into him and she braced
herself on his chest with her hands.  They swayed and rocked, searching for
the perfect combination of gravity and friction on the couch and each
other, in order to fuck as effectively as possible.  They found it.  His
rock hard bounced in a straight, bulging line straight up her pussy.  She
was so wet now that there was a little more friction.

   "Ohhhh Ty-lone," she moaned, lustily.  "Ohhhhh, fuck!  Ty-lone!"

   Then she uttered a stream of Korean, and began to buck wildly, her pussy
throbbing and clenching his cock as orgasm seized her body.

   "Oh Soo-Ji, Soo-Ji, should I--"

   "Come!  Come!" She cried.  "Oh, baby, come now, come inside my pussy, I
want to feel you, I want to FEEL you, I want to feel you COME, baby, COME,
Oh, OH, OHHH FUCK, TY-LONE, FUCK, FUCK, YES, FUCK, YES!!!"

   His cock kind of jerked, as if in warmup, and then it pulsed wildly in
orgasm, like a jackhammer, throbbing again and again against the tight,
smooth skin of her pussy, and load after load of hot semen spewed deep
inside Soo-Ji's quaking, willing pussy.  She reached back and rubbed his
balls furiously, extracting the stuff into her, grinding her hips until his
cock simply gave out, and went limp.  She collapsed on his chest and felt
his penis slowly lose its rigidity, and go limp.  She disengaged from
him,and his penis slid out of her vagina and flopped on his belly like an
exhausted eel.

   "Oh my," Soo-Ji said.  "I think we do that again sometime?"

   Tim nodded.  "My God," he moaned.  "How could we not?"

   "I no tell other Koreans of this," she said, with a laugh.  "I no want
them hit on you."

   "Why would I?"

   "Because you feel good in me, and I feel good on you," she said, with a
smile.  "It be our secret."