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 Eunjee knew her life would change when she went to graduate school in
America, but she thought change would come as a result of the education and
prestige she earned, and not by the careless sport she engaged in during
graduate school itself.  But she'd learn that anyone can blow up, or knock
you up -- literally and figuratively -- and your fortunes can turn as
quickly as the turn of a key.

   America was supposed to be the land of opportunity, but in fact it was
where Eunjee would learn personal responsibility and the travails of acting
rashly.  Until she arrived she'd never paid any consequences for anything.
She'd always been beautiful and talented at what she loved to do, which was
piano.  She grew up in the posh, southern districts of Seoul, and few
obstacles stood in her way as her life unfolded, so she was able to fully
develop the grace and charm that open so many doors for a woman.

   Her presence, and her talent, was such that in just her freshman year of
college a dean from a top music school in America attended one of her
concerts in Korea.  Afterward he asked her breathlessly to attend his
school.  She knew that a prestigious American degree would be quite a
feather in her cap, and so, two years later (after earning her
undergraduate degree in three years, unheard of in her school), she was in
America for the first time, at age 20.

   It was at music school orientation before classes started where she met
Soo-Jung, the other Korean piano prodigy to arrive that fall.  Soo-Jung was
also an attractive and talented, and in America for the first time.  Eunjee
and Soo-Jung had known of each other in Korea but never met until they both
arrived the same fall semester at the same American music school.

   Eunjee suspected that they wouldn't get along, as both were ambitious
and bound to vie for the same spotlight in Korea after earning their
advanced degrees.  But in fact they hit it off from the start.  They went
to eat at a Korean restaurant that evening after session, and over bowls of
bibimbob they found that they were quite compatible.  They quickly became
fast friends.

   Around the music school they were known affectionately as Low C and High
C, because they were so close and yet Eunjee was slightly taller, by
exactly an inch.  There were other nicknames for them, too, which weren't
related to their talents at the piano, and which weren't mentioned to their
faces.  One of them, "Double Yum," appeared on the men's bathroom wall and
came to Eunjee's attention in a roundabout fashion.  That's when it became
clear to the friends that they had become the subjects of not a little
fantasy amongst the droves of horny males in the music school.  The truth
was that while Eunjee and Soo-Jung were good friends that fateful fall,
they were both firmly heterosexual.

   And they were both very enthusiastic about men.  They weren't loose or
slutty -- in fact both had until that point preserved their virginity --
but they weren't above performing all sorts of other sexual acts with men
they found attractive, or for a man from whom they needed something.  Not
that they developed a reputation for that.  Indeed, from their arrival in
August until this story begins in October, they hadn't so much as
accompanied a man on a date, so intent were they on their studies.

   But their hormones were bound to conflict with their strict study habits
before long.  It happened one night in mid-October when they attended a
party at the house of one of their friends.  The friend was well-liked and
there were lots of people there, including many from other schools and
colleges.  Eunjee and Soo-Jung wore tight jeans and flashed their belly
buttons around, had a few drinks, and before they knew it a very
attractive, light-skinned black man from the law school was proposing that
they engage in a three-some.

   At first they didn't understand what he meant.  All they knew was that a
tall, dark, stranger they had been talking to was suddenly saying something
to them in a low voice, so that nobody else could hear it.  But when Eunjee
tried to sort out who he was interested in by asking, "Her or me?", he
pointed to both of them.

   They did two things that night they'd never done before.  They went to
bed with a man not of their race, and they had a threesome.  The law
student brought them back to his apartment, a one-bedroom flat all done up
with African art, and after Eunjee and Soo-Jung consulted with each other
in his bathroom, they decided to go ahead with it.  They stripped down to
their underwear together, bounded out of the bathroom, and to his profound
pleasure joined him on his big bed.

   It began a little awkwardly for Eunjee and Soo-Jung, as they displayed
their sexual prowess in front of each other for the first time, but as the
sex began to heat up and the alcohol sunk into their heads they began to
throw inhibitions to the wind.  They even laid on top of each other and
deep kissed each other at the stranger's request, although they balked at
sucking each other's breasts or licking each other's pussies.

   "That's okay, ladies, that's okay," he assured them.  "We're all gonna
be happy at the end."

   Before long the man started asking to screw.  The two women, however,
still clinging to their virginity vows by a thread, tried to distract him.
Soo-Jung straddled his face while Eunjee sucked on his penis, and then vice
versa.  When Eunjee straddled his face is when the trouble arose.  The
stranger did incredible things with his tongue, flicking and licking,
sending shivers up Eunseong's belly and into her bosom.  She'd never been
licked that well, and in a moment she was overcome with the urge to fuck.
To hell with virginity, she thought.

   But as she turned she saw that the man had had the same effect on
Soo-Jung.  Instead of sucking the stranger's penis Soo-Jung was straddling
him.  She hadn't quite inserted his cock into her pussy yet, but she was
holding his penis and guiding it toward her vagina lustily.

   Enough rationality was left in Eunjee's head that she snapped to. 
"Soo-Jung-ee!  No!" She cried, and tackled Soo-Jung off the stranger. 
Soo-Jung collapsed on the bed on her back, and Eunjee landed on top of her.
The way they landed, with Eunjee caught between Soo-Jung's knees, it looked
like now THEY were fucking.

   "Hell, yeah, I like this!" The stranger said.

   "Eunjee-ah, what is this?" Soo-Jung said, her eyes wide with surprise.
"I never knew you felt this way..." And then, drunkenly, she began to
thrust her hips into Eunjee.  The angle was just right so each of their wet
clitorises rubbed against each other.  It DID feel good, and Eunjee was
about to say it was a misunderstanding but she held off for a few thrusts,
and even thrust a couple times herself, before rationality took hold again.


   "No, Soo-Jung-ah, this isn't what I meant to do," Eunjee said, lifting
herself off her friend.

   "Then if you would," Soo-Jung said, annoyed, "please move so I can fuck
him!"

   "Not now, not like this," Eunjee replied, in Korean, so the man wouldn't
understand.  "This isn't the right time or place."

   The stranger couldn't understand but he understood that some debate was
going on.  "Come on, girl!" The man was saying.  "I'll get to you, don't
worry about that, there's enough for both of you!  One testicle for each. I
can do that.  I can!"

   Soo-Jung chimed in.  "You just want him for yourself!" She protested, in
Korean.  "You're going to come back here when I'm gone and fuck his brains
out!  You have no right to tell me when I can lose my virginity!"

   Eunjee and Soo-Jung began shouting at each other.  The man watched,
perplexed, as these two sensuous vixens who just a minute before had been
making out for him were now red-faced and feuding with each other.  It
turned him on.

   "Ladies!  Ladies!" He cried, good-naturedly.  "How about this?  I won't
come until I do you both real good.  Then you two can nibble on my nuts
like you've been doing all night and I'll give you both a shower.  Sound
good?"

   This was met with a moment of silence.  Eunjee felt tempted like she
never had before.  She envisioned herself laying next to the stranger and
Soo-Jung, watching them fuck, stroking the man's ass to keep him rocking,
holding Soo-Jung's hand through it, and then parting her legs and taking
her turn with his 8-inch shaft up her pussy as Soo-Jung held her hand.  She
and Soo-Jung would lose their virginity together.  It was fitting.

   But she could not shake her rationality.  She rejected the thought. 
Ignoring the man's pleas, she leaned in close to Soo-Jung.  "Don't think I
don't want to do it, too," Eunjee said, in Korean.  "But we don't know how
many women he's been with.  Dozens, probably.  And I don't see any sign
he's going to slip on a condom.  I don't want you or I to catch any STDs,
Soo-Jung-ee," she said.

   "And remember," Eunjee added, "every man, deep down, wants nothing more
than to lay his seed inside a woman.  He says he would not come inside us
but he will, and he'll say it was an accident, and maybe he'll think it WAS
an accident, but the result will be the same.  Do you want to get pregnant?
Do you want to practice the piano with a giant belly?  Do you want your
audiences to know you were impregnated by a black man in America?"

   That got through.  Soo-Jung blinked, reason returning to her face.  She
folded her legs and went for her underwear.

   'What's up?" The man said, incredulously.  "I'm ready to go.  Let's get
it on!"

   "Not tonight, mister," Eunjee said.  "You blew it.  You moved too fast."
She and Eunjee dressed quickly.  The man was in a fit, pleading with them
one moment, raging the next.  Finally he said "You'll be back!  I'll keep
the door unlocked and I'll be up ALLLL night!" They left him and caught the
bus home.  Eunjee stayed the night with Soo-Jung so that neither of them
would lose their resolve and run back to the man's apartment.  By morning
the booze and hormones had dissipated, the notion gone.  They never saw the
man again.

   But the evening turned out to be a watershed moment for Eunjee and
Soo-Jung.  Something had changed between them, and it wasn't that they had
kissed, or been naked in front of each other, or had engaged in a brief
moment of fucking.  That had all been part of the show, explained away by
alcohol.  A rift formed after the experience, however, and it had
everything to do with the fact that Soo-Jung had lost control and Eunjee
hadn't.

   Until then they had been under the guise that they basically were equals
in every department -- talent, looks, intelligence, grace, control.  They
both thought in fact that they were just a little better than the other,
but they never let on that feeling because their friendship was too
valuable to jeopardize on pettiness and subjective opinion.  But after the
experience with the law student, there arose the undeniable fact, the
elephant in the room, that Eunjee was just a little bit wiser and more
responsible, and a little more in control.  That notion of control loomed
large in the minds of pianists.

   That did not sit well with Soo-Jung.  Like Eunjee, she was accustomed to
being the best at everything in every category, and yet now here was
indisputable proof to the contrary.  Worse, she owed Eunjee something.  If
not for Eunjee she might very well have contracted an STD, or have fallen
pregnant, which would have ruined her future entirely.  No doubt about it,
when they returned to Korea, the people packing the concert halls would be
paying good money not only to heard good music but to see a young,
beautiful, and virginal pianist, and imagine what she'd be like in bed.  If
it became known that she had been impregnated by a black man in America,
well, nobody wanted to watch a whore play the piano.  Such was the attitude
of high society in Korea.  And so Soo-Jung, indebted to Eunjee, began to
resent her for it, and she began trying to drag Eunjee from her perch.

   There was another change that should be mentioned for purposes of this
story.  Until they went to be with the stranger, neither Eunjee nor
Soo-Jung had been sexual with anyone but Korean males.  The women thought
other races would be too hairy or smelly, but in fact the experience with
the law student had been a satisfying one.  The man had certainly been
better endowed than most Korean men they knew, but more than that, the
black American stranger also didn't bear all the preconceived notions that
Korean men had about women.

   There came a point with every Korean man, for example, that he tried to
take possession of the female and reduce her to nothing more than a moaning
sex slave.  But the stranger had been extremely considerate and genuinely
interested in satisfying them.  It was a refreshing change, though Eunjee
and Soo-Jung both felt they had committed some kind of betrayal to their
country.

   Still, the idea of dating non-Koreans had become a possibility, and so
as they looked to new pastures they naturally sought out middle ground
where the transgression against Korea wouldn't be so stark, and yet the
experience would be something new.  White men became the answer, and that
conclusion was essential to what transpired next -- the center of this
story.  It involved a thin, nasally, pasty-white flute player named Harris
Long.

   Standing at about 5 feet 6 inches, weighing about 110 lbs., with thick
glasses and a wardrobe limited to cheap sweatshirts, baggy jeans,
sweatpants, and Star Wars T-shirts, he was undoubtedly a "nice guy," which
was female parlance for someone who was never, ever going to get laid, much
less be any kind of candidate for the deflowering of a fabulously hot
Korean pianist.

   But that's getting ahead of the story.  Eunjee and Soo-Jung were having
lunch with another Korean musician one day, this one a slightly pudgy
director-in-training named Hyo-bin, when Hyo-bin told them the story of how
Harris had asked her on a date.  "I had no idea he was interested in me,"
Hyo-bin said with a laugh, recalling the episode.  "Then later I found out
that he's been asking lots of Korean women out on dates.  He's got the
yellow fever, but it's only for Korean girls." She looked across the table
at both of them.  "So how and when did he ask you?"

   Eunjee and Soo-Jung looked at each other.  "He hasn't asked us," Eunjee
said, troubled.

   "No?" Hyo-bin said.  "No???  You mean he asked ME before he asked Low C
and High C?  You gotta be kidding me.  You're kidding, right?"

   "Maybe he likes directors-in-training," Soo-Jung said.

   "Yeah, I know what that means," Hyo-bin replied.  "You mean, 'Maybe he
likes fat chicks.' Don't worry, I get it, and I'm not offended."

   "That's not what I said!" Soo-Jung said.

   "Don't worry, Soo-Jung-ah!" Hyo-bin said, with a laugh.  "Seriously! 
Don't!"

   "So, did you go out with him?" Eunjee said, changing the subject.  Ever
since the night with the law student she'd been trying hard to accommodate
Soo-Jung.  Her voice dropped: "Did you let him ravish you?"

   Hyo-bin laughed and turned red.  "No, of course not!" She said.  "My
parents would kill me if they knew I dated a white man.  I didn't even go
out with him."

   Later, Eunjee and Soo-Jung were walking home when the subject of Harris
came up.  "Did you know he had a thing for Korean women?" Eunjee asked.

   "Not at all," Soo-Jung said, morosely.  "He must have a thing for fat
girls, seriously.  We see him all the time.  We talk to him.  Why would he
ask Hyo-bin out and not us?"

   Eunjee arched an eyebrow at her.  "Do you WANT to go out with him?"

   "No, silly, of course not," Soo-Jung said.  "But I want him to ask."

   Eunjee laughed.  "I think the problem is we're too good-looking.  He's
too intimidated to ask us."

   "You think so?  I know I won't stop wondering," Soo-Jung said.

   "Well, it's either that, or maybe we're just losing it," Eunjee said,
with a laugh.

   But Soo-Jung took it more seriously than Eunjee intended.  "Speak for
yourself," she shot back.  "I haven't lost anything.  In fact I'll put
money on it.  I'll bet he'll ask me on a date before he asks you."

   Eunjee laughed again.  "You bet?  How much do you bet?"

   "If he asks you out I'll pay you the same amount that he spends on you
on your date," Soo-Jung said.

   "Oh, so not only does he have to ask us out to win the bet, but we have
to go out with him?"

   "Sure," Soo-Jung said.  "Dinner and a movie, whatever.  Be seen with
him."

   Eunjee smiled.  "Sounds easy enough.  And I don't think we have to worry
about having to fend him off.  He'll be too scared to suggest anything more
than holding hands."

   "Is it a bet, then?" Soo-Jung said, using an American expression.

   Eunjee looked at her.  To her surprise Soo-Jung seemed serious.  "Isn't
it bad to toy with him like this?" She said.  'What if he thinks we really
like him?"

   "We're not toying with him.  People go out on little dates all the time
and don't follow up," Soo-Jung said.  "We're giving him a gift.  When does
a man like that have a chance to go on a date with women like us?" She
smiled.  "Besides, he doesn't have to KNOW it's a bet, silly."

   "What if he gets all obsessive?  What if he can't let it go?"

   "Harris?" Soo-Jung said.  "Do you know him at all?  He's like the least
scary guy in the whole music school.  He wouldn't hurt a fly." Something
showed on her face.  "I see what this is," Soo-Jung said.  "You're afraid
of losing the bet!  You're looking for a way out!"

   "I am not!"

   "Fine, then prove it," Soo-Jung said.

   Eunjee thought it over.  "Fine," she said.  "It's a bet!" They stopped
in the middle of the sidewalk and shook hands theatrically.  Soo-Jung's
face was a picture of confidence.  When they parted they said goodbye
sunnily enough but they shot daggers at each other with their eyes when the
other wasn't looking.  Now that they were competing, the gloves, to use
another American expression, were off.

   The next morning Eunjee saw that Soo-Jung had gotten the jump on her. 
She'd had an earlier class and when Eunjee arrived at the graduate lounge
Soo-Jung was already talking to Harris.  They were sitting at adjacent
computers and Soo-Jung was there, her computer not even on yet, seemingly
enthralled with Harris as he talked in his squeaky-scratchy voice about a
trip home to see his mother.

   The computer on the other side of Harris wasn't taken, and Eunjee
plopped down on the other side of him, making enough noise that he turned.
He blushed, now surrounded on both sides by Asian hotness.

   "Hi Harris!" Eunjee chirped.  "Hi Soo-Jung.  What are you guys talking
about?"

   "Oh, I was just getting around to talking about the Halloween concert,"
Harris said.  "It's going to be a good one."

   "Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun," Soo-Jung said.

   "Yeah, I'd love to go to that," Eunjee said.

   "Well," Harris said, "maybe you two should go together?  Or you can meet
me there!  I asked Hyo-bin to go with me and she said she would."

   "She did?" Eunjee said, incredulously.  "I mean, I thought..."

   Harris looked at her oddly.  "You thought what?"

   "Nothing," Eunjee said, catching herself.  "I just thought she was
engaged.  I guess I'm wrong."

   "Engaged?" Harris squeaked, his bushy eyebrows shooting halfway up his
forehead.

   "I thought she was married, actually," Soo-Jung said, piling on with a
devilish little twinkle in her eye.  "But she must not be if she's going
out with you."

   "And I guess I was wrong about her having a child, too," Eunjee tossed
in.  Soo-Jung had to bring a hand to her mouth.  "Maybe we're not talking
about the same Hyo-bin.  You're not talking about the future director, are
you?  You're talking about some other Hyo-bin?"

   'Well, um, I don't know," Harris mumbled.  He gathered his things,
muttered a hasty goodbye to both of them, and looked very concerned when he
walked off.  Soo-Jung and Eunjee broke into a fit of laughter that went on
until they had tears in their eyes.  "Oh, you naughty girl!" Soo-Jung said.
"He's going to dump Hyo-bin!"

   "Me?  Naughty?" Eunjee said.  "You're the one who said he was married!"

   "Only after you said she was engaged!  And then you said she had a kid!"


   "Do you think Hyo-bin will be mad at us?" Eunjee said.

   "Not Hyobin," Soo-Jung said.  "She probably said yes because she was
starting to feel bad about shooting him down before.  She'll thank us when
she finds out."

   "Well, then," Eunjee said, "in any case, I guess our bet is still on!"

   Two days later Eunjee was still pondering how to get Harris to ask her
on a date when she saw that Soo-Jung had made her move.  She was walking
past the student union when she saw Soo-Jung walk out with Harris.  It was
just after lunch so apparently they had been at the cafeteria.  Soo-Jung
was dressed in black tights and a high skirt, and a blouse that showed the
rise of her breasts.  She managed to look sexy and classy at the same time.
She's really going all out, Eunjee thought.

   As they walked they laughed and joked, looking very comfortable with
each other, and Eunjee let out a sigh and continued on to her appointment.
Later, she was in the graduate lounge when Soo-Jung came in and sat down
next to her.

   "Here to gloat?" Eunjee said.  "I saw you and Harris today.  If I
haven't lost the bet by now, Harris is a homosexual."

   Soo-Jung chuckled and started up the computer, but said nothing.  The
silence was heavy.  Eunjee looked over.  "Oh my goodness," she said, "he
didn't ask you out!  You looked irresistible and he STILL didn't ask you
out, did he!"

   Soo-Jung slapped the table in frustration.  "He got a call on his cell
phone just as we were about to go our separate ways," Soo-Jung said,
slapping her keys on the tabletop.  "It was his mother.  He talked so long
that I had to go before he hung up.  Oh, I know he was going to ask me out,
I just knew it!"

   "So the bet's still on," Eunjee said with a smile.

   "Yeah, well, don't get your hopes up," Soo-Jung said.  "I made some
serious inroads with that outfit I was wearing."

   But Eunjee had a plan of her own.  The next day was the concert. 
Hyo-bin had cleared up the question of her marital status -- "I may not be
attracted to him, but I'm not going to claim I'm a pregnant wife just so he
gets off my back!" Hyobin protested -- but Eunjee called her up to ask her
a favor.

   "I know you're all lined up to go to the concert with Harris," Eunjee
said, "but it turns out I need to go to it, too, for a class
interpretation, and I don't want to go alone when Greg Busey is going alone
too.  He has been all over me."

   "Okay," Hyo-bin said, hesitantly.  "I'm not following."

   "Can I have Harris?" Eunjee said.  "If I'm with a guy Greg will leave me
alone."

   Hyo-bin was silent on the other end, then broke out laughing.  "You,
Eunjee Cho, star of the wet dream of every man in the music school, are
going to be escorted to the concert by Harris Long?  Not only that, but you
have to beg for him?"

   Eunjee laughed into the phone.  "Well, maybe I like skinny dorks."

   "Nah, that's not it," Hyo-bin said.  "Something's up.  But whatever, I
don't care.  I kind of wanted to see the concert but this gets me out of
trying to keep his paws off me.  And I like being accused of standing him
up way more than being labeled a cheating wife and absent mother!"

   The next evening Eunjee showed up early in a black dress.  She stood in
the lobby, waiting, drawing appreciative glances from men who strolled by.
She saw Harris arrive, wearing a collared shirt tucked into his trademark
baggy jeans, and she waved at him.  He smiled and came over.  "How ya
doing?" He said in his scratchy voice.  "You look great!  Meeting someone?"


   "Yeah, but he hasn't shown up yet," Eunjee said.  "How about you?"

   "I'm meeting Ms.  Hyo-bin Kim," Harris announced, so proudly that Eunjee
couldn't help but feel bad for him.  He held up two tickets.  "Lower level,
front center," he said.  "These cost me quite a little bit of money!"

   "Oh Harris," Eunjee said.  "You must really be trying to impress
Hyo-bin!"

   Harris shrugged.  "Well, if I'm going to ask her out, I should treat her
well, right?"

   They stood there chit-chatting as they waited.  The crowd in the lobby
began to thin as everyone made their way into the theater.  The big clock
on the wall read 7 p.m.  and the ushers began closing the doors.  "Well,"
Eunjee said, after a while, "it looks like we've both been stood up!"

   Harris tried to call Hyo-bin while Eunjee made a show of trying to call
her date.  Hyo-bin had been instructed not to answer Harris's calls. 
"She's not answering," Harris said, crestfallen.

   "Neither is my date," Eunjee said.  She turned to face Harris and raised
up her hands, blinking largely and pouting a little.  She really laid it on
thick.  Her winning the bet -- hell, her pride -- depended on Harris
connecting the dots.

   The solution dawned on him.  "Well," Harris said, brightly, "I don't see
why we should miss the show, right?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, you're dressed up, I'm dressed up, I have two tickets, and
neither of us are with a date," Harris said.  "Care to join me?"

   "Aw Harris," Eunjee said, beaming.  "Are you..."

   "Asking you on a date?  Yes, ma'am!"

   Eunjee smiled and gave him her arm.  "I accept, sir!"

   They walked into the theater and watched the concert.  During the show
Harris kept his hands firmly in his lap.  Afterward he insisted on bringing
her to a coffee shop, and then he drove her home.  Eunjee gave him a peck
on the cheek as she got out of the car.  "Thanks for the date, Harris!" She
called.  "Unexpected as it was!"

   "Thank YOU for the date!" Harris called out, as he pulled away.  "Nobody
would ever believe it!"

   Eunjee laughed.  She found herself smiling as she went inside.  Not
because she won the bet, necessarily, but because she'd had a good,
relaxing time.  Dates were seldom so free of pressure.  And rare was the
man who parted so easily, without any hopes whatsoever of getting lucky. 
She was in control and she liked it.

   The next day Eunjee found Soo-Jung in the library studying music theory.
Eunjee sat down across from her and they greeted each other.  Soo-Jung
didn't suspect a thing.  With a flourish Eunjee slid a ticket stub and the
receipt from the coffee shop across the table.  "You owe me $33.26," she
said.  Soo-Jung stared for a moment, and then her eyes grew wide.

   "You didn't!" Soo-Jung said.

   "I did.  Last night we saw the concert and went to the coffee shop
afterward."

   "Oh, no!" Soo-Jung cried, drawing a few looks.  "How?"

   "Planning," Eunjee said, with a shrug.  "You can pay me now or later."

   Soo-Jung took a moment to compose herself.  Eunjee could tell she was
burning up.  Then she stuck her tongue out at Eunjee and counted the money
out from her purse.  "You must have really showed some skin," she muttered,
with a shallow grin as she snapped her wallet shut.  "Tell me how you did
it."

   "I'll never reveal my methods," Eunjee said, and winked.

   Soo-Jung buried her nose in her theory book again.  "Just remember, he
would've asked me first if his mother didn't call!" She muttered.

   "You never know," Eunjee said, smugly.  It was clear that Soo-Jung
really felt that she was more attractive than Eunjee, and thus should have
been asked out first.That rankled Eunjee a little bit, but they were
friends so she let it go.

   Later that day, however, Eunjee was on the bus toward home when her
phone rang.  It was Soo-Jung.  "So I talked to Hyo-bin," she said, "and I
found out what you did!  You sneaky devil!"

   Eunjee tried to play it off.  "Don't believe anything Hyo-bin tells you!
She is of loose moral character!"

   "Oh, she told, alright," Soo-Jung said.  Her voice was a little shrill.
"She can't keep her mouth shut.  So I know you tricked him into asking you
out!"

   "Oh, come off it," Eunjee said, a little annoyed at her tone.  "You
weren't any better, wagging your breasts all over the place.  How much
cleavage did you show?"

   "Well, regardless," Soo-Jung said, "I think we need a do-over."

   "What?  He already asked me out.  I won fair and square.  You want to
see who he asks out second?"

   "No, it has to be different," Soo-Jung said.  "The stakes have to be a
little higher.  Dates don't say enough.  How about the first one he kisses
wins the next bet?"

   "Kisses?  Are you crazy?  I don't want to kiss him!"

   "Why not?" Soo-Jung said.  "Are you afraid you might lose?  Are you
sensitive that he just picked you because you were easily available, and
that maybe he doesn't WANT to get more involved?"

   "Oh, whatever," Eunjee snapped.  "He wanted to ask me out anyway instead
of Hyo-bin.  You said it yourself.  He was intimidated to ask me out."

   "Us.  He was too intimidated to ask US out."

   "Whatever."

   "So is this a bet?  Loser pays $33.26?" Soo-Jung said.

   "Sure, it's a bet," Eunjee said.  "I don't know why--" But Soo-Jung had
already hung up.

   Eunjee felt bad about the new bet for a little bit -- a kiss could
really lead Harris to some misperceptions -- but soon she put that aside to
began mulling her options.  She knew that Harris had an office in the music
building, and she emailed him after she got off the phone in hopes that
he'd be at his desk.  "I had a good time last night!" she wrote.  "Just
wanted to say hi."

   Almost instantly her inbox bonged and it was Harris.  Apparently
Soo-Jung hadn't gotten to him yet, she thought.  He mentioned that he was
at his office practicing the flute.  Eunjee gathered her things and went
over.  She found his office and stood at the door for a moment listening to
him play for a minute, then knocked lightly on the door.

   "Eunjee!" He proclaimed, as he opened the door.  "What a surprise!  What
can I do for you?"

   "Oh, I just wanted to say thanks again," she said, blinking and blushing
intentionally.  "Sounds like this is a complicated piece.  Need me to turn
pages?"

   Harris cocked his head curiously.  "Sure, that woudl be a help," he
said. Eunjee closed the door behind her and made her way to the music
stand. As Harris began to play she stood near him and turned the pages. 
She had put on a squirt of her best perfume on the way over and made
certain to lean close to him as she turned the pages.  Harris swayed with
the music.  Eunjee had seen some wild things happen during music practices
such as this, between the musician and the page-turner, if the music was
right.

   As Harris played the last note and lowered the flute, Eunjee could tell
he was moved by the music, which was a light, love piece.  She smiled
warmly and made sustained eye contact with him.  The rules dictated that
she couldn't initiate anything, however, so she had to wait for Harris to
get the message.  As the music coursed through him he saw her eyes and
cocked his head, in question.  Eunjee gave a little waggle of her eyebrows.


   Harris took a step toward her but then his phone went off, a distinctive
bell tone, and he reached for it.  "Mom!" he said, answering it.  "How are
you?  Oh, nothing, a friend of mine is just helping me practice..."

   And on and on he went, and when he had talked for 10 minutes, and it was
getting embarrassing for her to sit there waiting, Eunjee packed her
things. She waited for Harris to ask her to wait, but he was totally
engrossed with his conversation with his mother and as she left he only
shrugged and held up his palm apologetically.

   It was the following day, late afternoon, and she was at her apartment
preparing dinner when there was a knock at the door.  She looked through
the peephole and threw open the.  "Soo-Jung!" she said, to her friend. 
"Come in, please!  You should've called!  What's up?"

   Soo-Jung sauntered into the apartment, smiling, and Eunjee suspected
immediately what was up.  "I just came to pick up my $33.26," Soo-Jung
said. "Turns out that Harris has a little thing for me after all."

   Eunjee was stunned, but she did her best to cover it up.  She decided to
throw it back in her face.  "Eww," Eunjee joked.  "So you actually went
ahead and did it?"

   Soo-Jung's eyes flashed.  "Of course.  It was the bet, wasn't it?"

   Eunjee rolled her eyes.  "So you kissed Harris Long.  I'm not sure if
that makes you the winner or the loser."

   Soo-Jung pursed her lips angrily.  "Don't do that," she said.

   "Do what?"

   "Don't try to make it look like you weren't trying anyway," Soo-Jung
said.  "I know you tried.  He said you came by to help him turn pages. 
God, how obvious can you get?  And yet he STILL didn't kiss you."

   "He would've if his mother didn't call," Eunjee said.

   "Oh sure," Soo-Jung said.  "So she called at just the key moment for the
second time in a row?"

   "Apparently she has that ability."

   "Bullshit," Soo-Jung said, angry at Eunjee's smug demeanor.  "You think
you're all hot for winning the bet on the date.  But all you were to him
was table scraps.  He would've taken any female on two legs at that point.
Maybe even a man.  You were just sneaky, that's all."

   "And you're better?  What slutty little act did you pull to get him to
kiss you?  Show him some more cleavage?  Ply him with alcohol?"

   Soo-Jung's eyes burned.  "You can keep that bet money," she hissed. 
"It's good enough to see what you're like when you meet your match in
something.  As it turns out you become very shallow and petty!"

   "So if you're so special, and he's all into you as a person, and you're
not just some casual fling to him," Eunjee shot back, "tell me the name of
Harris's pet dog."

   Soo-Jung cocked her head.  "Excuse me?"

   "If you don't know that, at least tell me how many brothers and sisters
he has."

   "What does that prove?"

   "It proves that he opened up to me more than he did you.  He just wanted
a piece of ass with you," Eunjee announced.

   Soo-Jung's jaw dropped.  "You bitch!" She spat.  "I suppose he could
have talked to me about his dog, but instead he was making a move on me. 
Only in your self-centered, narcissistic mind could that possibly mean he's
more attracted to you than me!"

   With that, she got up, grabbed her things, and stormed out.  Eunjee went
to the door.  "I was going to ask you to stay for dinner but now that you
have Harris eating out of your hand why don't you just eat with him?" She
slammed the door shut.

   For days they didn't talk.  When Eunjee entered the grad lounge and
Soo-Jung was there, Soo-Jung would get up and leave, and vice versa.  They
had subsequent practice times in the recital hall, but instead of talking
to each other over the piano, now they brushed past each other.  The
coldness was so severe that others took notice.  One day Eunjee was having
lunch with Hyo-bin when the subject came up.

   "So what's going on with you and Soo-Jung?" Hyo-bin said.  "You used to
be attached at the hip.  Now you act like you hate each other."

   "It's nothing," Eunjee said, brusquely.  "Just a little fight."

   "Yeah, I could've guessed that," Hyo-bin said.  "You know what the rumor
is?  It's that you two had man problems."

   "I don't care what the rumor is."

   "Oh, you will," Hyo-bin said.  She leaned over the table to speak in a
conspiratorial tone.  "The rumor is that the man is HARRIS!"

   Hyo-bin looked for Eunjee reaction.  Eunjee kept eating as if she could
care less.  "It doesn't really matter who the man is," Eunjee said.  "You
know how we girls are.  When we fight over men it's always over something
bigger than men."

   "Oh...  my...  God," Hyo-bin said.  "It IS Harris, isn't it?"

   "It's not Harris, it's pride," Eunjee said.  "He just happened to be
caught in the crossfire."

   Hyo-bin didn't like the sound of that sentence.  She frowned.  "I hope
you guys aren't using him," she said, at last.  "He's a nice guy.  A huge
dork, but he doesn't deserve to be a pawn in one of your hot chick games."

   "Harris is being treated very well," Eunjee said.  "Don't worry about
him.  I can assure you he's not being harmed by our conduct."

   It was a day later when Soo-Jung called.  Eunjee at first decided not to
answer, but when Soo-Jung called again she picked up the phone.  "What do
you want?" She said.  "Make it quick."

   Soo-Jung was equally cold.  "This is about Harris," she said.  "I want
to settle this."

   Eunjee softened some.  "Well, that's good to hear.  I think--"

   "What do you think it would mean if Harris showed you his penis?"

   "What?" Eunjee gasped.

   "If a guy like Harris showed you his penis, do you think it would be a
significant event?  Do you think he would take such an occurrence very
seriously, and that, given his religious background and Puritanical
upbringing, and his overbearing mother watching his every move, it would
mean something if he revealed his penis to a woman?"

   "I--I suppose so," Eunjee stammered.

   "Good.  Then it's a bet."

   "What's a bet?"

   "The first one of us to see his cock wins.  We win the original $33.26,
plus affirmation that our feminine powers are greater than the other's."

   "I thought you were crazy.  I see I was mistaken," Eunjee said.  "Now I
know you're FUCKING crazy."

   Soo-Jung snorted.  "You're starting to prepare your arguments for defeat
already, I see," she said.  "You just can't believe there's someone out
there that finds me more attractive than you, can you?"

   "You think so?  Then prove it.  I'm tired of this," Eunjee said,
venomously.  "The bet is on!  Winner gets the $33.26!" Soo-Jung hung up. 
Eunjee set the phone down and groaned.  She collapsed on her bed.  How am I
going to do this?  She thought.  The idea of coercing Harris to show her
his penis for a bet didn't set well with her.  But Soo-Jung was right on
one thing, and it was that Eunjee didn't like to be second-place in
anything, including when it came to attracting men.  So even while a voice
inside her told her this whole bet was morally bankrupt, she began to
formulate a plan.

   A couple days later she showed up again at Harris's practice room.  He
was just leaving this time, so there was no chance for winning the bet in
the next 15 minutes.  But that wasn't what Eunjee had planned, anyway. 
Besides, Harris wasn't the kind of guy to whip out his cock in the music
building.

   "Oh, Harris, I'm glad I found you," she said.  "I have a problem.  One
of my electives is a film study class and we're talking about Star Wars."

   Harris's eyes lit up.  "Terrific!  It's about time that movie got its
due!" Harris cried.  "I can't believe it!  Star Wars in a film
interpretation class.  Wait'll this hits the blog!

   "Yeah, well, the problem is I haven't seen it--"

   Harris grabbed her shoulders.  It was as if she'd told him that her
blood processes nitrogen instead of oxygen.  "You're kidding me!"

   "No, and everyone is talking like you, like they've seen it 1,000 times
before.  So I need to watch it but someone has checked it out at the movie
store.  I was wondering, do you have a copy?"

   "Do I have a copy?  Does a bear poop in the woods?" Harris cried.

   "Excuse me?" Eunjee said, unfamiliar with the phrase.

   "Nevermind, of course I have it!" Harris said.  "I'll bring it by school
tomorrow."

   "Oh," Eunjee said, letting her voice drop in disappointmentt.

   "What is it?"

   "Well, I was hoping I could watch it with you, so you could explain
what's going on."

   Harris worked his lips.  Apparently he was at a loss of words for this
marvelous turn of events.  Wait'll he sees what I have in store for him,
Eunjee thought, I wonder what he'll look like then!

   "Oh, man, I'd love to!  Your place or mine?" Harris said.

   "Welll," Eunjee said, "I don't have a DVD player.  Do you?"

   "Sure I do."

   "Okay then," Eunjee said.  "Can I come over tonight?"

   Again he worked his lips.  "Sure you can, I'll be home," he said,
finally.  "Drop by the dark side anytime." Harris gave her the address. 
Eunjee thanked him and went to catch the bus.  Of course she knew the 'dark
side' reference.  She'd seen the Star Wars trilogy only about a dozen
times.

   That night she came by Harris's apartment.  He lived in a converted
garage next to a house a few blocks from campus.  The original car door had
been sealed off, and you entered through a side door so low that even
Eunjee, at 5-foot-4, had to bend over to get inside.

   Once inside she saw how cramped it was.  His single bed, neatly made,
had a ruffled look to it, as if it had been done hastily.  It sat right
next to the door, and on the opposite wall was his television fronted by a
big stuffed chair with holes.  He had pulled over another chair from the
kitchen table, making for seating for two.  In the other corner was his
kitchen and in the other was a tiny bathroom.  He had pictures of family on
the wall, including not a few of his mother.

   Harris threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and ushered Eunjee to her
seat.  "What is this?" Eunjee said, lifting up one of the DVD boxes. 
"Return of...  the Jedi?" She deliberately mispronounced it to sound like
"Jeddie."

   "Jed-eye!" Harris corrected.  "Well, that's the third one.  Why don't we
start with the first--"

   "Well, actually, now that I think about it, the Jedi one is what we're
talking about in class tomorrow," Eunjee said.  "Can we watch that one
first?"

   "Well, you won't understand all the references," Harris warned.

   "Silly, that's why I'm watching it with you," Eunjee said.  "You're the
Cliff's Notes of Star Wars."

   And the way she said it, as if he was her hero, made Harris blush.  "Of
course," he said.  "I can't believe they're starting with Return of the
Jedi.  That's like reading the last page of a mystery novel before you even
start.  Well, let's pop it in."

   "I'd like that," she said, suggestively.  Harris swallowed, his mind
racing and yet not really believing that she really meant to send it that
way.  He loaded the movie into the DVD player.  He ushered Eunjee into the
stuffed chair but she declined, saying she preferred the "stiff one." He
swallowed hard again and started explaining the movie and filling her ears
with background.

   As he talked Eunjee edged her chair closer to him.  "Do you mind?" she
said, leaning over, her hand brushing his arm.  "I can't hear you so well."


   "I don't mind," Harris said.  "Usually I watch movies from my bed.  I
mean, not that we should watch it from there, um, please, don't take that
the wrong way--"

   "I don't," she said, with a warm little alluring smile.

   They got to the part where Princess Leah was shown in a bikini outfit
with Jabba the Hut.  "Oh, she's so sexy," Eunjee said.  "I'll be you like
this part."

   Harris laughed.  "You wouldn't believe how many guys like this part."

   But in fact that scene was the whole reason Eunjee asked for the Return
of the Jedi movie.  It was a tool in her plan.  "Do you think I can look
like that?" She said, suddenly.

   "What?" Harris said.

   "I said, do I look like that?" Eunjee said, standing up.  She struck a
seductive pose for him.  "Imagine me in a bikini, a little chain around my
neck."

   Harris's eyes widened.  "Well, you're as pretty as Leah," Harris said,
stammering and blushing.  "I guess I really wouldn't know, I mean, I
wouldn't know, but I think I know, and what I think--uhhh--I think you
would look better--"

   "Do you want to see me like that?" Eunjee stood up.  Harris blinked hard
as Eunjee unbuttoned a button on her blouse, the bottom one, revealing her
belly button.  As The Return of the Jedi played on, she worked her fingers
up her blouse, revealing her belly, then the cross-strap on her white bra,
and finally it was undone.  Harris watched all with his jaw slack.

   "Eunjee," he said, "this isn't funny, this isn't a joking matter..."

   "I'm not joking," she said, and with a little toss of her hands removed
the blouse from her shoulders, so she stood there baring the bra that
covered her swelling breasts.  She saw a twitch in Harris's baggy jeans. 
"Would you like to see more?" Eunjee asked.  Without waiting for an answer,
she worked her fingers at the button of her pants.  Harris licked his lips
wildly and adjusted himself to cover up his growing erection.  The movie
played on but neither were paying attention now.  Her pants dropped in a
little clump on the floor.  She stood in her panties.

   "What do you think?" She said.

   "I think...  you're way hotter than Princess Leah," Harris breathed.

   She held out a hand.  Harris took it, and she urged him to his feet. 
"Your turn," she said.  "I want to see if you're as hot as Luke Skywalker."


   "Eunjee...  I didn't know this was going to be like this..."

   "I wouldn't think so," she said.  "It's best that way.  Is this okay?"

   Instead of answering, Harris, hands shaking, worked his thin fingers at
the buttons of his shirt.  He worked down his shirt awkwardly, revealing a
white tank top and a thin, bony chest with a few wispy hairs.  Eunjee
smiled and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.  "Very nice," she said.

   Harris breathed in relief, but then his eyes narrowed.  "Are you joking?
Is this a joke?" He said, suddenly suspicious.  "I know I'm not that hot."

   "I said, this isn't a joke," Eunjee said.  "I know you're not hot by the
usual standards.  But I have different standards than others.  I like thin
guys.  I've liked you from the start."

   Harris searched her eyes for deception.  Finally he seemed convinced,
and he smiled broadly.  "Well, jeez, why didn't you TELL me before now,"
Harris said.  "I've liked you ever since I saw you too, but I figured you
were way out of my league!"

   "That has yet to remain seen," Eunjee said, her eyes flashing downward.

   Harris bit his lip.  "Ohhhh, um, I should say, right off, I'm of the
mind, well, I can't do EVERYTHING," he said, glancing at his bed, and
shifting on his feet.  "I mean, not that I can't, but I don't want to, I
mean, I do, assuming that's what you--well--I know you're not--it's fine if
you were suggesting that-- anyway, I've made the decision not to do that
until I'm married.  It's a religious thing.  I may as well put it out there
now."

   "Okaaaay," Eunjee said, perplexed.  "So are you talking about...  sex?"

   "Well, yeah," Harris said.

   "Well, there's lots of different kinds of sex," Eunjee said, rubbing his
arm.  "If you're talking about sexual intercourse, that's fine.  I'm a
virgin too."

   "You ARE?  Seriously?"

   "Sure.  Why is that so surprising?  You think I'm easy?" Eunjee said,
accusingly.

   "What?  No!  That's not what I meant," Harris said.  "It's just that,
well, you're so good-looking, you must have your pick of men, and you
didn't give in to temptation once, after all this time.  That IS
impressive."

   She looked at him with a sly grin.  "There are lots of ways to give in
to temptation.  So what do you think of ...  other things?  Are those off
limits too?"

   Harris, his eyes wide, shook his head.  "No, I guess not, I mean no, not
at all, I mean, my mother might object, but there's no reason she has to
know..." He fumbled with his belt.  Just as his pants were about to drop
his phone rang.  He rolled his eyes.  "Sorry," Harris said.  He reached
over to pick it up.

   "What?" Eunjee gasped.  "Are you kidding me?  Can't your phone take a
message?"

   Harris held up a finger as he opened up the phone.  "Hi Mom," he said.
"What's up?  What?  Really?  Oh my goodness.  Hold on, hold on, yes, yes,
I'll be over."

   Harris snapped his phone shut.  When he looked at Eunjee his eyes were
full of apology.  She could tell he was in agony.  "Can we start this again
sometime later?" He said.  "I'm sorry!  So sorry!  It's just my Mom--"

   "What does she want?" Eunjee said, annoyed.

   "Her car broke down and she needs to run to the store for some milk."

   Eunjee sighed and pulled her pants back up.  "How far does she live from
here?"

   "An hour away."

   "An hour?" Eunjee cried.  "You're driving two hours to get her some
milk?"

   'Sorry," Harris squeaked.  "You wanna come with me?"

   "No, I do not," Eunjee said.  She picked up her shirt.  "This is so
humiliating!  You chose a gallon of milk over me!"

   "No, that's not it.  It's not the milk, it's my mom.  Don't let it
humiliating.  Please.  It's not you."

   "How can it not be humiliating?" She snapped.

   "It's my Mom.  She needs milk!"

   "Well, who am I to stop your poor mother from getting milk," Eunjee
said. "It's nine hours to breakfast!" She picked up her things, and
ignoring, his pleas, left, slamming the door behind her.

   The next day she saw Harris talking to Soo-Jung in the grad lounge. 
When she came in he broke away from Soo-Jung to come say hello, but Eunjee
hardly said a word to him.  She made an excuse to leave and left the two of
them without saying another word.  The day after that she was checking her
email when her Outlook inbox dinged.  There was a new message from
Soo-Jung, with a photo attached.  She opened it up and saw that Soo-Jung
had typed in all caps: "SO LUKE SKYWALKER DIDN'T LET YOU SEE HIS LIGHT
SABER!"

   Sneering, Eunjee opened the attached photo.  She gasped when a
full-screen image of a penis popped up.  It was small and semi-erect,
popping out meekly from a full bush of black hair.  At the bottom was a
message: "GUESS WHO GAVE HIMSELF TO THE DARK SIDE!!!!!  YOU OWE ME
$33.26!!!!!"
Black with rage, Eunjee snapped her laptop shut, packed it away and
stormed off.  Soo-Jung must have gotten him drunk for him to allow her to
take a picture of his cock.  Still, it stung worse than losing the bet over
the kiss.  Much worse.  Maybe, she thought, Harris really did have more of
a thing for Soo-Jung than her.  Maybe all the calls from mother were just a

ruse for him to wriggle out of the situation.

   As she rode the bus home, however, she noticed a man trying to make eye
contact with her.  She didn't allow it but she regained some of her pride.
She realized that the truth was the simplest explanation, and that was that
she would have seen Harris's "light saber" days before Soo-Jung if his damn
mother hadn't called.  Eunjee mulled over Soo-Jung's mocking words.  It was
time Soo-Jung was taught the ultimate lesson.  It was time for amateur hour
to end.

   When she got home she called up Soo-Jung.  Her friend answered after
four rings.  "Hello, beautiful," Soo-Jung sung, mockingly.  "Are you
calling to arrange your payment?"

   "Double or nothing.  Do you know that term?" Eunjee said.

   "Sure.  A second bet.  If I win, you owe me double of $33.26.  If you
win, you owe me nothing.  So what's the bet?  You want to try and see his
penis again?"

   Eunjee's voice was cold, steady: "First one to fuck him wins."

   Silence on the other end.  "Eunjee," Soo-Jung said finally.  She was
pleading now, trying to reason with Eunjee.  "You don't want to do that. 
We can't sacrifice our virginity for a silly game.  This has gotten out of
hand.  Keep the bet money.  Let's stop this and go back to just being
friends."

   "It isn't a silly game anymore," Eunjee said.  "I don't like to lose. 
Neither do you.  Especially when it comes to men.  And we're both ready to
lose our virginity."

   "Why don't we just say we're even?" Soo-Jung said.  "Come on, let's stop
this.  I want to go back to being friends."

   "It's a little too late for that now!  Now, Harris is prohibited from
sexual intercourse by his religion and his mother.  Any woman who can
overcome those two things is the ultimate woman.  Are you going to be on
this or am I going to win by default?"

   "No," Soo-Jung said, after a long pause.

   "No, what?"

   "No, you've got nothing over me!" Soo-Jung hissed.  The connection died.
Eunjee tossed the phone aside and went to bed early.  She worried that she
had made the bet too hastily.  In any case she had a lot of thinking to do.


   Actually it was easier than Eunjee thought it would be to get back to
where she had been before with Harris in his apartment the day his mother
had called.  The day after renewing the bet with Soo-Jung she went to
Harris's practice room and knocked politely as he studied his music.  He
looked up and a big grin came to his face as he saw her.

   "Eunjee!" he cried.  "So good to see you!"

   "Are you sure you weren't hoping I was Soo-Jung?" Eunjee said.

   "Soo-Jung?  Naw," Harris said.

   Eunjee waved it off.  It was best that he didn't feel guilty over his
lie.  "Look, Harris, I'm sorry for the way I acted the other night and
yesterday.  It's your mother, I know I shouldn't be mad.  I was just, well,
my hormones were flying--"

   "Oh, I'm the one who should be sorry," Harris argued.  "To tell you the
truth I hadn't ever been to that point with a woman and I was panicking a
little bit, too."

   But now you've been to that point with Soo-Jung, Eunjee thought, but
again, thought it was better not to say.  "Well, do you want to make it up
to me?" She said, blinking prettily.  "I do need to watch The Empire
Strikes Back."

   "Oh, baby," Harris breathed.  "I am so into showing you that one.  And
I'll take you out for dinner before that.  How's that?"

   "Sounds good to me," Eunjee said.  "Can we do it tonight?"

   Harris shrugged.  "Tonight is best!" He said.  then he slapped his
forehead.  "Oh, wait," he said.  "I told Soo-Jung I could drive her home
from the library tonight."

   "Tonight?" Eunjee said, without a pause.  "Oh, that's a surprise."

   "Why?"

   "Oh, it's nothing," she said.  "It's just that maybe there's a
misunderstanding.  I saw her not 30 minutes ago and she said she had a date
tonight, with a guy named Lance, from the law school."

   "A date?  Really?" Harris said.

   "Oh sure," Eunjee said.  "She really has the hots for him, ever since
they had a little fling at a party a little while ago.  Former football
player.  I guess she really goes for those big guys."

   "Oh," Harris said, his eyes turning into lead.

   "Oh!  Harris!  I'm sorry!" Eunjee said, throwing her hand to her mouth.
"I forgot you and she, uh, um..."

   "Kissed?  Yeah.  Did she tell you?" Harris said.  "Well, I was a little
drunk.  We kissed at the bar." He looked at her.  "I hope that isn't a
problem.  With you, I mean."

   Eunjee waved her hand.  "So you kissed at the bar?  How romantic,"
Eunjee said.  "Did you like it?"

   "Well, I mean, she's pretty, and a guy like me should never have a
chance with a woman like that -- or you, by the way, and even more so -- so
yeah, it was nice, but with Soo-Jung it didn't feel quite real, honestly,"
Harris said.  "I felt like she was using me, somehow.  And that's why I
thought it might be a joke with you.  I know you two are friends."

   Eunjee wanted to ask him the circumstances around why he showed her his
penis, too, but she didn't want to put him on the defensive, or make him
think that he and Soo-Jung were so close that they shared everything. 
"Well," she said.  "I'm glad that's all, how do you Americans put it,
'water under the bridge.'"

   "Sure, it's way under the bridge," he said.

   Eunjee let that lie slide, too.  And so the momentous evening began,
with Soo-Jung disposed of.  There were only two notable occurrences before
they wound up again at Harris's apartment.  Harris took her out to dinner,
and at about 7 p.m., as they sat finishing their meal at the pizzeria, his
phone rang and it was Soo-Jung.

   "She's done studying already?" Harris said, looking at the phone,
contemplating whether to answer it.  "I guess I could drop her off and we
could still--"

   "No, she's on her date, silly, with that big football player she's all
crazy about, and she remembered that she asked you to pick her up," Eunjee
said.  "She already feels bad that she used you.  She's just trying to mend
her guilty conscience."

   Harris snorted and nodded in agreement.  To Eunjee's profound pleasure,
he ignored Soo-Jung's call and stuffed the phone in his pocket.  In a
moment Eunjee's phone rang.  She picked it up and it was Soo-Jung.

   "I know you're with him," Soo-Jung said, right away.  "He was SUPPOSED
to pick me up, and I've missed the last bus, and I'd APPRECIATE it if you
let him fulfill his promise so I wouldn't have to walk all the way home!"

   "Oh, hi Soo-Jung," Eunjee said.  "Has Lance picked you up yet?"

   "What?  Lance?" Soo-Jung said.  "Who are you talking about?"

   "Oh, you don't think you'll be able to meet for our walk tomorrow
morning," Eunjee said, with a wink toward Harris, who was listening raptly.
"So you must not think your date with Lance will be over by then--I mean,
oh, I guess it's really none of my business..."

   "WHAT?" Soo-Jung cried.  "Keep your voice down!  I know what you're
doing!  You lying bitch!  You--"

   But Harris could hear nothing but Eunjee's side of the conversation. 
"Oh, jeez, Soo-Jung-ah," Eunjee said, laughing.  "No, I don't have any of
those!  You might be able to grab them from the drugstore...  well, you
just have to be brave enough to ASK, honey.  Have Lance get them... 
Trojans.  That's what I hear.  DON'T let him not put one on!"

   "FUCK YOU!" Soo-Jung cried.  "Where are you?  Where?  WHERE ARE YOU?"

   "Oh, I can hear Lance now," Eunjee said.  "Sure, it's time for you to
go. Have a good evening -- and morning -- however long it goes!"

   "EUNJEEEEE--"

   Eunjee calmly hung up the phone and slipped it in her purse.  She
adjusted the volume so they wouldn't hear the inevitable calls.  In another
minute she tried calling Harris again, but he was angry at the thought of
Soo-Jung screwing a football player, and toying with him at the bar the
night they had kissed, so he ignored the call.

   The other notable moment came when Harris took a call from his mother,
just as he was paying the bill.  Eunjee braced herself for another evening
down the tubes, but with increasing surprise she listened to Harris's end
of the conversation.

   "Not tonight, Mom," he said.  "The truth is, well, the truth is that I'm
having dinner with a very nice girl and if I have to travel two hours to
pick up batteries for you right now it's going to ruin my evening.  So
you'll just have to wait until tomorrow...  No, there are no storms in the
forecast...  Well, if by some fluke occurrence there's a power outage
tonight you can just walk over to Elma's and ask her for a few batteries.
No...  no...  No!  I cannot come over after the date!  Good night, mother!"


   He hung up.  Eunjee beamed at him.  "That was great!" She said.  "You
stood up to her!"

   "Yeah, well," Harris said, and put his phone away.  He looked somewhat
distracted for a little bit but before long he was normal again, commenting
on her hair and "fabulous" dress, which, admittedly, showed quite a bit of
Eunjee's slim shoulders, the rise of her breasts, and a good piece of
thigh. She was showing more than Soo-Jung showed, she thought, shamelessly.


   They were on their way to Harris's apartment in his Ford Escort when his
mother called again.  "Yes, mother, the date's still going on," he said,
with a roll of his eyes.  He continued: "We're going to watch a movie... 
no, it isn't too late...  where?  My place...  no...  not that...  out of
the question...  mother, it's time to hang up...  good bye...  good
night....  love you too...  don't cry...  are you crying?...  oh, mother,
I'll call you in the morning...  sure, I'll let you know how it went... 
good night...  bye...what?  No, not sooner...  in the morning...  I don't
know what time I'll take her home...  bye, Mom!  Bye!"

   He was distracted again after he hung up, but she reached over and
touched his hand and smiled at him appreciatively.  "I REALLY like it when
you do that," she said.  "Do you know that there are few things women find
hotter than when a man stands up to his mother?" That brought him back and
he blushed deeply, and the gates were lifted.  His mother's phone call was
a distant memory an hour later.

   By then Eunjee was topless and wearing only her panties.  Harris had his
shirt off.  He was sitting in his stuffed chair and she was on her knees in
front of him, resting her chin on her hands, folded like a bridge between
his thighs.  A moment before she had been sitting in the chair, cradling
his head as he suckled her breasts.  After a few minutes she had pushed him
away gently and gestured for him to sit.  A little conversation was
necessary before proceeding.  A few more walls of inhibition had to be
broken down.

   She had a pleasant little buzz going on in her ears and some warmth in
her belly.  His tongue action on her nipples had been a pretty
straightforward and a little awkward, but just knowing it was the first
time he'd placed his mouth on a woman's breasts -- other than his mother's
when he was an infant -- made it quite exciting.

   "I can't believe you stood up to your mother like that," she said,
admiringly, as they gazed at each other.

   Harris shrugged.  "It just seemed like it was time that I did," he said,
resolutely.

   Eunjee leaned in close, so her breasts pressed against his lower belly.
She whispered: "Would you have done it even if you didn't think this was
going to happen?"

   Harris swallowed.  His big eyes crawled slowly around her bare shoulders
and breasts, her belly, her round hips, then back up to her face again.  He
looked her in the eye.  "I'll be honest," he said.  "No."

   Eunjee laughed and slapped him playfully.  "Then why didn't you hang up
on your mother the other night when I was here?  What was different then?"

   "Honestly, I thought you were playing a joke," he said.  "But then I saw
how truly upset you were, and I figured you wouldn't get that upset about a
joke gone bad."

   She smiled demurely.  "You're right, I did take it bad, only because I
wanted things to go differently." She pulled herself up on her elbows,
extending her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest, and
they kissed again, slightly less awkwardly than the first time.  Harris was
quaking with energy.  His hands rubbed her skin tentatively, yet with more
confidence than before.  Eunjee knew it was still a long shot but she knew
that if she didn't score with him tonight she'd never win the bet with
Soo-Jung.

   Eunjee knew that asking permission wasn't the way to get Harris in bed,
since he would undoubtedly voice the opposite of his desires, so she began
working at his belt.  Eunjee looked up and Harris's eyes had grown wide. 
She bit her lip in anticipation and pulled the belt free and started
working on the button.  "Why do you always wear these big baggy pants?" She
muttered, with a smile.  Harris was blinking slowly, as if in a dream
state. His hips rolled gently as she worked the button loose.  "Stand up,"
she said.

   Harris got out of the chair and she unzipped his jeans.  They collapsed
to the floor and he was left standing there in his briefs, with her
kneeling before him.  His pencil-like, pasty white legs looked like they'd
never seen the light of day.  Eunjee let on nothing but admiration.  Her
eyes went to his crotch and she saw a large lump.  Harris saw her narrow
her eyes slightly and he covered his crotch with his hands.

   Smiling, Eunjee stood up and stepped into him, sliding her hands around
his narrow ass, and pulled him close.  She moved his hands away and felt
the big lump press against her belly as they stood there.  They kissed
again.  "You don't have to do that," she whispered.  "I like you just the
way you are," she said.

   "Didn't have to do what?"

   "Make...  it bigger," she said.

   Panic flew through Harris's face.  "I'm sorry--I--I can't help it--isn't
that kind of normal that it gets that way?  Isn't that what you--"

   Eunjee cocked her head.  "You mean you haven't done anything to it?"

   "Oh, you mean those pills?  No!" Harris said, shaking his head
emphatically.

   "You didn't stuff a sock down there, or a roll of quarters?" She said
with a wink.

   "No!" Harris said.

   "Don't lie to me," Eunjee said, with a smile.  From what she knew of
Harris's cock in the photo she knew she was in for a big letdown, but
seeing as her primary purpose was to get laid, and against all odds, she
had to make him think his little penis wasn't going to be a letdown.  It
was a very fine line.  One she hadn't walked before.

   "I'm not lying--" Harris started, but then he stopped as Eunjee hooked
her thumbs through the waist strap of his briefs and began removing them.
She chuckled as his face lit up with surprise.  As she tried to push his
briefs down past his cock, however, the cloth kept getting hung up.  She
looked down to work the cloth free of his penis.  As she did so her eyes
flew wide.

   "Holy SHIT!" Eunjee said.

   "Eunjee!  What is it?" He cried.  His hands flew over his crotch, as if
it was offensive.

   "That!" She said, looking down.  "Move your hands!"

   "What's wrong--"

   "Nothing's WRONG!  Move your hands!"

   Hesitantly, Harris moved his hands, and there, between his skinny legs,
and surrounded by wispy, reddish pubic hair, was a large, pulsing, deep
red, snake-like object so out of place against his narrow frame that it
looked artificial.  Eunjee started to laugh.  "Is this a joke?  It's a
joke, isn't it!  That's some fake thing you stuck down there to surprise
me--"

   "No, that's crazy!  It's real, Eunjee!" Harris protested.  She looked at
his face and saw that he was serious.

   "You better not be messing with me," she said.  Slowly, almost
hesitantly, she reached out her hand.  Harris didn't pull away.  He took a
sharp breath as her fingertips brushed the big eel-like appendage.  It felt
hot, and firm, and alive.

   Eunjee started shaking her head.  "Oh my God...  oh my God...  that
BITCH!" She hissed.

   "What?  Who's a bitch?" Harris said, startled.

   "Soo-Jung!" Eunjee spat.  "She said -- oh, nevermind," Eunjee said,
catching herself.  It would do no good to bring up the photos, but she had
to fight to control her anger.  The tramp was lying all along!  She
thought. Soo-Jung never saw his cock at all!  She found a picture on the
Internet and said it was his!  No wonder she wanted to end the game after
she supposedly saw his cock!

   "It's nothing," she said, composing herself.  "It's just, jeez, she's
bloody missing out, isn't she?"

   "I hope she's have a good time with Lance," Harris said.

   "Do you wish you were Lance right now?"

   "Absolutely not," he said.  He paused.  "Do you wish you were Soo-Jung
right now?"

   "I wouldn't want to be any other place but here," she breathed, eyeing
his monstrous cock.

   With her hand resting on Harris's dick, Eunjee found herself at a
crossroads.  She could end it here, confront Soo-Jung, get her bet money
back, end the whole game, and over time pretend it never happened. 
Eventually she'd be friends with Soo-Jung again and someday they'd laugh
about this.  Or...  Eunjee gave Harris's schlong a light tug.  It pulsed
and nosed out toward her eagerly.

   She suddenly remembered a recurring dream she'd been having lately.  In
it she was a famous bullfighter, but the bull she drew that day was a
large, powerful, intelligent creature that knew all of her tricks.  As she
tried to use the cape the bull hooked it with its horns and tossed it
aside. As the crowd roared, the giant beast hooked her costume with its
horns and, piece by piece, stripped every stitch of clothing from Eunjee's
body.

   Screaming, Eunjee ran to get away from it, but the bull pursued her all
around the ring.  She could see that it had a massive erection, its giant
cock swaying between its legs.  She ran down a tunnel but the passage ended
in a dead end.  The bull cornered her and knocked her to all fours.  At
first she was petrified as it mounted her, but a wild lust more intense
than anything she'd imagined erupted inside her as the bull's thrusting,
steaming hot penis extended from the bull's groin and swung toward her
vagina.

   Just as the massive organ breached her she would wake up, her nipples
hard as rocks, her pussy soaking wet.  Eunjee would masturbate furiously,
trying to conjure up the incredible feeling she had in the dream when the
bull mounted her.  But the primal emotions tied to the dream would always
fade as quickly as the dream itself, and by mid-morning the dream had
escaped her memory.  But now the details of it, and most importantly the
feeling, was back so strong that she was literally salivating.

   Eunjee clenched Harris's cock a little more firmly and gave it a stroke.
Harris moaned.  Just as she pulled it again, his phone rang.  She could
tell by the ring tone that it was his mother.

   "If you answer that, Harris, I swear I'll tear your balls off with my
bare hands," Eunjee said, her hand moving to his testicles.  Harris nodded
and didn't make a move toward the phone.  Eunjee waited for the phone to
stop ringing, and in the silence that followed, uttered, "To bed."

   "What?  Oh, Eunjee," Harris said, "I told you I can't--"

   "I know what you don't want to do!" Eunjee said.  "I just want you to
lay on top of me with that thing.  Just dry fuck.  You know that term?  Sex
without the sex?  If that's as close as I can get, I'll take it.  Will you
do that for me, at least?  Good Lord, Harris, I'm so turned on right now,
I'll explain later, but I need you to do this to me.  Can you?  Please?"

   Harris looked at the bed, hesitating, and then nodded as the
possibilities crushed his inhibitions.  She led him by the hand to his
single bed, already planning her moves to turn a dry fuck into a real fuck.
Had things been different she might have tried priming him up by giving him
a blowjob, or a hand job, and then, just before he came, stopping and
asking him to slip it in her pussy, just for a minute.  It seemed a sure
bet with any man.

   But by the combination of her dream, her virginity, and the timing of
this whole bet with Soo-Jung, she knew that Harris's big, twitching penis
was meant for one thing and one thing only: Serious, bed-shaking,
scream-to-Jesus sexual intercourse.  And not just sex with anyone.  Sex
with her.  It was as if it was preordained.

   She slid between the flannel Star Wars sheets and pulled him to her.  He
gave in an crawled into bed, though his eyes were doubting.  "Eunjee," he
said, "this is dangerous--"

   "I won't try anything," she lied.  "I'll even keep my panties on.  Come
here and kiss me."

   Harris hesitated, and then, with his enormous schlong flopping on the
sheets, he bent over her to kiss her, and as he did she wrapped her hand
firmly around his cock.  As she slipped her tongue into his mouth she
stroked and stroked his penis, feeling it expand and stiffen in her palm.
She stretched her hand out along it and found that it was much longer than
the span from the tip of her thumb to the tip of her pinkie.  And thick. 
She couldn't touch the tips of her thumb and index finger if she wrapped
them around it.

   "Oh, God, Harris, you're HUGE..." She mumbled between kisses.  But she
couldn't say it clearly because he was kissing her like mad.  Then his lips
went down her jaw and neck, to her breast plate, then across to her
nipples. She arched her back, enjoying the feeling, but she obsessed about
the oversized cock dangling above her thighs.  She held it in two hands
now, pulling on it, feeling his testicles sway back and forth, bumping back
and forth between her thighs.  She angled the big head down and drew it
across her belly.  Harris was moaning into her shoulder, shuddering.

   "Lay on top of me," she whispered into his ear.  "Let's pretend we're
fucking."

   He nodded and when she parted her thighs he settled down between them.
She felt his big cock, hot and hard, rubbing on the other side of her silk
panties, and she threw her hips into him a little bit, to get him started.
Her name escaped his lips like the breeze and Harris rocked back into her,
gently.  His stiffness pressed down on her clitoris and a great swell of
sensation rolled through her.

   "Go a little harder, Harris, don't worry, you won't hurt me," she said.
He laughed happily, losing himself a little bit, and threw his hips a
little harder.  She grabbed his ass and held him firm between her thighs,
and countered his thrusts with her own, grinding their midsections
together. Her little silk panties, stuck between the two thrusting organs,
stretched ominously, the last barrier.  The wetness of her pussy soaked
through the cloth and onto his shaft, and in a moment Harris's cock was
slick with her wetness.  His schlong slid over her crotch easily.  He was
thrusting faster and faster, with little wet smacks.

   "There, Harris, there, you're all wet, you're all wet with the juice
from my pussy," she said.  "You like how that slides?"

   When he nodded she pulled his ear to her mouth with one hand, while
holding his ass steady with the other.  She said, urgently: "That's only
half as good as the real thing would feel..."

   Even as he thrust his hips he shook his head desperately: "Oh Eunjee,
don't say that!  I can't!  I can't!"

   "Oh baby, don't be scared!  You know you can!" She whispered,
breathlessly

   "I can't!"

   "Just let me take off my panties, baby..."

   "No, you better not, Eunjee, we'd better not..."

   "Okay, just let me take them off," she panted, "and we don't have to DO
it, but we'll just be close, really, really close, as close as you can
get..."

   "Oh I don't know, I don't know..." But then he was lifting himself up,
giving her space, and as she worked to pull off the little silk panties he
reached down and tore them off her ankles, and tossed them aside to the
floor.  "Oh God," he said, "Oh God, we're both naked now, Eunjee, how did
this happen?  This must be a dream, please don't be a dream!"

   "Lay on top of me," she said.

   "We're just going to lay here," he said.  "Okay?"

   "Sure..."

   With a giant smile he laid on top of her, settling his schlong back onto
her crotch, now unprotected.  They moaned deeply together as their hot, wet
skin united.  At that moment, as he moaned her name, she knew she had him.
His shaft, soaking wet now, rubbed back and forth, to and fro along the
outer folds of her pussy, gliding along her clitoris and setting off
fireworks through Eunjee's body.

   She grabbed his ass again and hauled him into her.  He responded by
bobbing his buttocks even more vigorously, so that the full length of his
hot shaft slapped uninhibited against her crotch.  He didn't intend for it
but she could feel the big head prodding against the opening of her pussy.
They were so close, so close...

   Each time the head of his penis probed the opening of her pussy she let
out a little sound, so as to let him know exactly how he could escalate
things.  As he grew more vigorous she raised the intensity of her response.
"Harris...  Harris!....Uhnn....Oh....Harris...  Harris...ohyeah... 
Harris!...HARRIS!" He began to focus his efforts there, butting the head of
his cock against her clit, his big balls slapping against her groin, but he
still wouldn't seal the deal, wouldn't give it the angled thrust it
needed...

   She put her hand behind his neck and forced him to look at her.  What
Harris saw was her face streaked with sweat, strands of hair criss-crossing
her forehead and nose.  "Oh God I want it and I can FEEL you wanting it!"
She hissed.

   "Oh, Eunjee, I promised, I can't, I don't know--"

   "Just for a moment, honey, just for a couple seconds, just so I can feel
what it's like, come on, just for a little moment, it'll fit..."

   "Eunjee!  Don't tempt me!"

   "Just a little moment," she whispered, pushing the head of his penis
down to her crotch, to that spot.  "Just for a minute.  You'll see.  You'll
like it..."

   He wasn't resisting.  He was watching her hands and what she was doing.
Just as she positioned him against her, the phone rang.  Harris jolted.

   "NO!" Eunjee cried.  She clung to Harris with one hand and used the
other to grab the phone from the side of the bed -- how had it gotten
there? -- and flung it across the room.  It stopped ringing abruptly.  And
then she was guiding his thick, slick shaft, pulling it, stroking it,
guiding it.  "OhhhHHH...  I will NOT let your MOTHER deprive me of this!"
Eunjee moaned.  "Come on, Harris, come on!" And then he was arching his
back, pushing his hips, calling her name, and as her efforts were coupled
with his own, the big eel nosed under her pubic bone and wriggled and
twisted around so that slowly it crept into her.

   Eunjee was moaning with every centimeter of his shaft that she absorbed:
"Oh jeez!  Oh jeez!  Oh jeez!" She cried.  Harris's penis was disappearing
between her legs, and she could feel a great swelling in a place inside her
where she'd never felt anything before.  As the big eel crept deeper into
her pussy she felt a piercing pain, and she gasped, but then it was gone,
and the stiff swell of his penis inside her sunk in further, inching up
toward her belly button.

   "Am I hurting you?" Harris said, urgently.

   "Oh, God, no..." she moaned, "it's fantastic, it's so incredible... 
keep going!"

   She could feel the deep, slow rub of his cock extending further,
further, and she rotated her hips to match his thrust.  And then she felt
his testicles pressing up against her, and she knew his shaft was fully
entrenched.

   "I'm in there!  You got me!  I'm all the way in!  Eunjee!" Harris
moaned. He began to rock his hips.  He was really quite a sight, all bony
and covered with whispy hair, his thick glasses still on his nose.  Eunjee
might have laughed out loud at his pathetic frame had she not felt like she
had a Genoa sausage up her pussy.  In her orgasmic haze Harris appeared
surrounded by a heavenly glow and she hooked her arms under his armpits and
drew him close, trying to exact every inch out of him that she could.  His
light little body was taut as a drum as it banged against her urgently,
like a rabbit in heat.  She dug her nails into him and hooked her ankles
around his ass.  Trapping him, she decided that she was not letting him go
until she had drained him of every milliliter of what was to come.

   The phone rang somewhere, but to both of them now, as they lay locked in
naked embrace, attached at the hip, moving in a wave atop the bed, the
outside world was a distant, insignificant thing.  Eunjee's groin muscles
were stretched tight as she made as much room as possible for him between
her thighs.  Harris's ass was narrow enough that his hips fit snugly into
the gap between her legs, as if they were made for that spot.  As he lay
there, wedged, his little hips gyrated around on top of her, so that his
giant cock probed and danced and bobbed about her depths.

   "Oh Eunjee!" He was crying out.  "How could I be so dumb?  How could I
be so dumb?  This is fucking incredible...  this is...  oh, God, I can't
take it, you're so fucking hot, you're so fucking TIGHT, I just wanna bang
you all night..."

   She arched her back and threw her hips into him, then alternated the
thrust of her hips with a roll that swirled his penis around in a long,
slow circle.  "Oh Harris, oh Harris, oh Harris..." Eunjee panted, in time
with his thrusts.  "I told you!  I told you!  I told you we shoulda!  Oh,
Harris!  Keep going!  Keep going!  Fuck me!  Fuck...  FUCK...""

   "I can't go much longer!  It feels...  it feels...  I'm gonna..."

   "You're gonna come?" She cried, as the bed slammed against the wall. 
"You're gonna do it to me?  You're gonna be a fucking man and....  come
inside me?"

   "Can I...  can...  can I..."

   "Oh God, Harris, whatdoyoufuckingTHINK...Oh, God, I'm--I'm--I'm
gonna--I'm gonna--" She began moaning in Korean, her English escaping her.

   Somewhere off in the fog of the outside world, someone banged at the
door.  Somewhere there was a woman's voice.

   "Harris!" it cried.  "Harris, open the door!  I know you're home!  I see
your car!  Harris, open the door, honey!  It's mother!  Harris!  Don't let
that woman touch you!"

   The voice at the door pierced through Eunjee's haze.  "Harris!" She
breathed.  "Maybe we should--"

   "No!" Harris said, not even slowing as he continued to fuck her.  "She
is not...  going...  to ruin...  this...  for me!  Oh!  Eunjee!  YESSS!  I
fucking HOPE she hears us!"

   A surge of hormones ripped through Eunjee.  "Oh HARRIS!" She cried, her
orgasm rushing back in.  "That's so HOT, honey!" And in a moment, even
though the door was right next to the bed and Harris's mother continued
shouting and pounding on it, Eunjee and Harris were too far gone to take
heed.  Their limbs were locked together, their fingers interlaced, their
chests and hips grinding into each other, all centered around the fantastic
union of hot, pulsing inches of virgin cock and soaking, virgin pussy.  As
the orgasm reached a frenzied peak they gasped into each other's faces and
locked eyes.

   "This is it, Eunjee!" Harris moaned.  "This is it!"

   Another bang at the door, louder.  "HARRIS!"

   "OHHHHhhhhOWWWWWwwww!!!!" Eunjee howled, as her orgasm ignited and
rolled up her spine.  "AAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOoooooooOH GOD!  GO!  YES!  YES! 
YESSSS!!!"

   And then every fiber of Harris's body went taut, and his balls slapped
up against her ass cheeks one last time, his shaft thrusting deeper than
ever into her pussy, and there was this pause -- a pregnant pause, Eunjee
thought, wildly -- as it seemed all the energy in his body rushed to his
cock, and then she felt his great cock begin hopping and pulsating inside
her pussy like a scooter engine revving to life in the cold.  His cock
contracted again and again, ejaculating great, hot teaspoons of sperm and
semen deep into her vagina.  It spouted up his shaft like elevator lifts,
pulse after pulse of it, so she could feel the squirts deep inside her.

   Overcome, Eunjee squealed like an animal, tore her hands from his grasp
and pounded his chest with her fists, needing an outlet for the incredible
sensations roaring through her mind.

   There was another sound from the door.  CRACK!  This time the sound from
the door broke the orgasmic spell.  They turned, and to Eunjee's horror
they saw the claw end of a crowbar working around the edge of the door.  A
single, wild eye appeared in the gap and registered the scene.  "HARRIS!"
his mother roared.  "GET OFF THAT SLUT RIGHT NOW!"

   "Oh God," Harris said, frightened.  "We'd better--"

   "Get the FUCK outta here, bitch!" Eunjee cried, still ramped up in
orgasm.  "Come back in 10 minutes when we're done FUCKING!"

   "Eunjee!" Harris cried.  "Don't make her more mad--"

   SMASH!  The crowbar smashed through the gap again, driving the gap
wider. It worked in a frenzy to open the door and the fragile lock
unprepared for this kind of assault, began to bend and give way.

   "You've got to go, Eunjee," Harris stammered, his eyes wild with fear.
"This is bad.  This is really bad."

   His mother threw her shoulder into the door and it splintered open. 
Eunjee screamed and then she saw an enormous woman with big, curly hair
dyed blonde come crashing through the opening.  She collapsed on the floor
and lay there for a moment, shaking off the blow.  Then slowly she rose to
her feet, crowbar in hand, and they could only lay there, stunned, Harris
still nestled between Eunjee's thighs.  Eunjee could even feel Harris's
cock, gently pulsing, winding down, oblivious to the unfolding drama.

   She looked at them back and forth, her blue eyes blank with rage.  She
surveyed Harris's bare body, then hers, then her gaze stopped at their
attached midsections.  "Get...  off...  that...  little...  slut," she
said. Harris hurriedly got off Eunjee, his cock making a loud pop!  sound
as he withdrew from her vagina.  A river a semen poured out of Eunjee's
pussy before she leaped to her feet and stood behind Harris.  Globs of
Harris's semen leak out and dropped to the floor.

   Harris's mother next looked at the bed where they had been.  There, in
the middle, was a big, wet patch of semen, sperm, and blood.  Harris's
mother walked to the bed and leaned down.  Eunjee heard her sniff.  Then,
in the coldest voice Eunjee had ever heard, she said: "Well, well, looks
like two people just lost their virginity here!"

   Harris cleared his throat.  "Mom," he said, "go back out to the car--"

   "DON'T tell me what to do, you little rugrat!" his mother cried.  "You
couldn't wait, could you!  After all the talks and all the bad girls I
chased off, you couldn't wait until you were married to stick that big dick
of yours into some little WHORE!"

   "She's not a whore--"

   "She IS!  I would have been perfectly happy with this ...  scene if this
was your wedding night, but you've gone against the Bible, you've gone
against GOD--"

   Eunjee had heard enough.  "Oh, we were praising God, alright," she said,
snarkily.  "Couldn't you hear us?"

   Immediately she knew she should have held her tongue.  Harris's mother's
face screwed up into a sheer visage of hatred.  "Don't ...  TALK..." she
roared stepping forward, gripping the crowbar.  Harris stepped forward
between them.  "Mom!" He cried.  "Get a hold of yourself!"

   "Get out of my way, Harris," she growled.  Eunjee, petrified, could only
watch.

   "Mom, let me explain--"

   "Move...  out...  of...  my...  way."

   "Eunjee," he cried.  "Go.  Leave.  Now." But she couldn't move.

   "How COULD you, Harris?" His mother cried.  "How COULD you?"

   Harris raised his voice.  "Because I'm a MAN, now, mother!  And I have
this incredible cock and I can't even USE it until I meet a woman YOU
approve of, and you scare them all away!  You should have heard her!  God,
we had the time of our life!  And now you're ruining my life!  I can make
love to whoever I want to!  Get out of my life!"

   It happened so quickly that for a long time Eunjee wasn't sure it did
happen.  Harris's mother raised the crowbar and struck Harris across the
head.  There was a wet crack and Harris fell like a rock, and a pool of
blood spread quickly around his head.  "Harris!" His mother cried,
horrified.  "Harris!" She dropped to her knees.  "I'm so sorry, baby! 
Harris!  Wake up!  Harris!  Harris!"

   Eunjee was screaming, but her cries were drowned out by Harris's
mother's great sobs.  They were there for a long time, then, silent, just
staring at Harris, hoping he'd wake up, but he didn't.  His mother lifted
her eyes to Eunjee's face.  "YOU did this!" She cried.  "If you didn't fuck
him this wouldn't have happened!"

   "No!" Eunjee screamed.  "YOU did!  I saw it!  I saw!"

   His mother reached for the crowbar.  Eunjee screamed and ran to the
bathroom.  She slammed the door shut just as his mother hit it.  She locked
the door, but she heard the woman smash at it with the crowbar and she knew
it would only be moments before she broke through.  Eunjee had the horrible
vision of dying in this dirty little bathroom.

   The window.  It was locked shut, but Eunjee lifted the porcelain top off
the toilet and, with adrenalized strength, smashed it through the window,
creating a perfect hole in the pane.  She stood on the toilet and wriggled
through the opening.  Just as she fell out the other side Harris's mother
burst into the bathroom, reached, and grabbed her left ankle, but it wasn't
enough, and Eunjee crashed to the dirt and leaves below the window.  And
then she was up, running, bare naked.

   Harris's mother came bursting out of the house, roaring, but Eunjee was
quick.  She ran through yards, across streets, her breasts bouncing, her
pussy filled with a dead man's cum.

   ***

   Four months later Eunjee lay in the doctor's office.  An ultrasound
technician had a device to her stomach, and Soo-Jung sat next to her.  They
watched the baby in Eunjee's belly kick and move around.

   "Okay," the technician said, "you said you want to know if it's a boy or
girl?"

   "Yes," Eunjee and Soo-Jung said in unison.

   "Okay," the technician said.  She angled the device around, and then
there it was, two legs and a big, third protrusion.  "Definitely a boy,"
the technician said, awestruck.  "And one helluva boy, at that.  Gawwwd,
look at that thing!"

   For the first time in months, Eunjee smiled.