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 Grant met In-ju in graduate school during a tumultuous time.  He was going
for his master's degree because he didn't know what else to do, seeing as
his job prospects were dismal.  It was either stay in his dead-end
small-town job, miles from anywhere, or go back to college three years
after he left and take another crack at reaching the big show.  So he
packed his stuff into his little blue pickup, skipped out on his lease and
went back to school.

   Of course all that stuff had nothing to do with his manhood,
specifically his hormones, which began ramping up the moment he saw In-ju
give a talk during his orientation.  She was a year ahead of him and came
in to talk about her experience in the program.  Her English was slightly
broken, as she was Korean, but his attention was mostly spent on her long,
black hair, her slightly sloped eyes, her fair, Asian skin, and her perky
breasts and ass beneath her blouse and skirt, covering a shapely and lithe
body.  He'd never dated an Asian, not even an Asian-American, but he
decided then that now was a good time to start.

   But thus began a long and frustrating chapter for him, one that would
play out over a year.  He approached In-ju in the graduate student lounge
after the meeting.

   "Your English is very good," he said, pleased to see her light up at the
compliment.  "How long have you been here?"

   "Uh, two years," she said.  "My first year I spend in English class. 
Then they let me come here."

   "Well, the courses paid off," he said.  "I have so much respect for
people who come here to study.  It must be so hard."

   "Yes," she said, blushing.  "Very hard."

   "I've always had an interest in learning a foreign language," he said.
"I'm the typical American.  I only know 'American,'" he said, and they
laughed together.  "Anyway, I want to learn another language sometime."

   "You should learn Korean!" She said, smiling at the joke.

   "Sure!  Why not?" He said, and smiled back.  "Do you teach Americans?"

   She laughed and slapped his shoulder.  "Why you want to learn Korean? 
It no good in real world.  You learn Spanish."

   "Nah," he said.  "I just need to learn a foreign language.  Any
language. I need to open that part of my mind."

   "Ah, well," she said, "Korean very foreign to you.  It be very hard to
learn."

   "Well, would you be--"

   At that moment the lounge door opened and another student he didn't
recognize came in.  In the new few moments Grant learned some good news and
bad.  The good news was that In-ju had nothing against dating white guys.
The bad news was she was dating the white guy who just walked through the
door.

   "Oh, there you are," the guy said to her, casting a glance at Grant. 
"You ready to go?"

   "Hi Dale," she said, beaming at him.  He bent down and they kissed
briefly.  She turned back to Grant.  "Nice to meet you.  Good luck in
school!  If you have questions just ask!"

   "Sure," he said, trying to keep his face from falling.  "See you
around."

   She flew out the door with Dale, her light skirt blowing in the draft,
clinging to her shapely legs.  Grant sighed, spit out his gum and hurled it
toward the garbage can.  It missed and stuck to the wall.

   *** ***

   As it turned out he didn't have to wait long to see In-ju again.  She
was in his class the next day.  She saw him and raised her hand and waggled
her fingers hello.  She sat quietly through class, offering a few comments,
laughing at the jokes.  He admired her surreptitiously and began to wonder
how serious she was about Dale.

   After class he asked her if she had lunch yet.  She said no, and they
went together to a bagel shop a few blocks away.

   "So how long have you been dating Dale?" He said, as they settled down
with their food.

   "Oh, since last spring," she said, smiling.  "He very smart guy."

   "It's interesting," he said.  "Sometimes Koreans don't like to date
white guys."

   She waved a hand through the air.  "No matter to me," she said. 
"Actually, I don't like Korean men.  They too domineering.  Americans much
more kind to women."

   "You mean we're pushovers," Grant said, and she laughed, and delivered
him a playful kick under the table.

   "So how about you," she said, going on her elbows on the table.  "You
only date Americans?"

   'Shoot, I don't date anyone," he said, drawing another hand-clapping
laugh out of her.  "No, seriously, I haven't dated anyone other than
Americans.  It's not a choice.  I just haven't really had the opportunity
to date someone else.  I guess now at the university there's more chance
for it."

   "You should try Korean girl," she said, smiling.

   "They're nice and submissive, right?" He said, smiling.  She caught the
joke, thankfully.

   "Actually we can be pretty stubborn," she said.  "That's why Korean men
so angry."

   They finished their food and walked back to the lounge.  Dale was there.
He didn't look happy.  In-ju gasped.

   "Oh Dale!" She said, looking at her watch.  "I'm sorry!  I forget!"

   "That's okay," he muttered.  "What, you go for lunch or something?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "You know Grant?  Grant, this is Dale.  My honey,"
she said, grabbing hold of his arm.

   "Nice to meet you," Dale said, insincerely.  They shook hands.

   "See you in class, Grant!" In-ju called as she flitted out the door. 
Grant said nothing.  He sat down at a computer and tried to think about
work.

   *** ***

   Grant tried to date a Korean girl.  Her name was Hanna, and she was in
the department.  She had been in America since the 8th grade and spoke both
languages fluently.  She was a friend of In-ju and they spent a lot of time
together.

   Hanna was good-looking.  She wasn't as pretty as In-ju -- her eyes were
smaller -- but she was just as perky, and her breasts were bigger.  Grant
began talking to her, and eventually they went out to lunch.  That lunch
led to another, and finally Grant asked if she wanted to have dinner.

   They were in the grad lounge at the time.  Of course no one was there.
Hanna sighed and took his hands in hers.

   "I think you're really nice," she said.  "But I generally date only
Korean guys.  I'm sorry.  It's nothing personal.  I just...  when I date, I
automatically think about how he might be as a husband.  I know I
shouldn't, I know it's kind of crazy, but I do.  And if I don't marry a
Korean guy my family will flip.  That's just how it is.  I'm sorry."

   She left.  Grant groaned and dejectedly surfed the Internet.  The door
opened and he thought Hanna had come back for something, but In-ju sat next
to him.

   "How are you?" She said, smiling.

   "Did you see Hanna?"

   "No.  Why?"

   "I just wondered if she told you."

   "Told me what?"

   "Oh, I don't know," he said.

   "What?" She said.  She was interested now.

   "I had this dream.  I dreamed I was dating an Asian girl," he said.  "I
guess that got me thinking.  So I asked Hanna to go out.  She said she only
dates Korean guys."

   "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, laying a hand on his shoulder.  "If I knew I
would have warned you."

   "I mean, is it true?  I know I'm a little skinny, maybe not a movie star
face, but I'm decent, I think--"

   "It's true," In-ju said.  "She only dates Koreans.  It's hangup of her.
I think she missing out.  Just like," she paused, "I think she missed out
tonight."

   "Thanks," he muttered.  "That's nice."

   "I mean it.  You very nice guy."

   "Careful," he said, throwing a dramatic glance over his shoulder. 
"Better not let Dale hear you talk like this."

   She laughed.  Then she dropped the smile.  "So what make you try to date
Korean woman?"

   "The truth?"

   "Of course."

   "It's You.  Sorry.  I know you're dating Dale hot and heavy and all, but
I've been attracted to you since I first saw you.  I got curious about
Koreans because of you.  See?  You had so much impact on me that I regard a
whole country of women differently."

   She laughed and pushed him playfully.  "Oh, Grant," she said.  "You so
funny.  Who know?  Another time..." Her sentence drifted off.  Their eyes
met.

   "I'm not above stealing another man's girlfriend, you know," he said. 
She smiled, but didn't laugh.

   'We engaged," she said.

   'What?  Jeez," he said, and part of him reeled.  "I'm sorry--I mean,
congratulations, oh, jeez, I shouldn't have--"

   "No, that okay," she said, patting his hand.  "He came over on Monday
and propose me."

   "How many seconds before you said yes?"

   She smiled sadly at him.  "I'm sorry."

   "What for?  Aren't you happy?"

   "Grant, I..." She looked at him.  A tear fell on her cheek.  "I like
you. But I like Dale too.  I know you want to ask me out.  Why didn't you?"


   "I didn't think I had a chance!  You were dating him!"

   "So?  I his girlfriend.  Not his wife.  Why didn't you ask?  You not
think of me that way?"

   "Oh, I thought of you that way," Grant said.  "I just didn't..."

   "You afraid I say no?"

   "I guess."

   She shook her head.  "Pride," she said.  "It prevent good thing from
happening."

   He looked at her, then looked at her engagement ring.  "Well, that's not
a wedding ring on your finger yet."

   "What?"

   "Engagement isn't anything legal.  Just a promise.  And promises are
made to be broken."

   "Oh Grant," she said.  "I can't tell him no now.  I don't even really
know you!"

   "Well, let's change that," he said.  "He's working out of town now,
right?"

   "Yeah.  He graduate in December and now up in Hinsdale.  Come down on
weekends."

   "Well, give me a chance, then," he said.  "Let me be your weekday man.
Let me take you out on three dates.  If those work out let me take you on
three more.  Let's see what we think of each other.  Hell, maybe I won't
like you!  But don't you think you owe yourself the option?  Let's give it
a try."

   "I don't know..."

   "Come on," he said, and was egged on by her smile.  "It's harmless,
right?  Just to see how things work.  You can cut it off at any time and
I'll never talk to you again."

   She smiled.  "I wouldn't want that, no matter what happens." She bit her
lip, thinking.  Excitement danced behind her eyes.

   "I know," Grant said.  "It's hard to say yes.  I'll come by Tuesday
night at 8 o'clock for the movie.  If you're outside your apartment then it
means yes."

   He left.  The next day he anxiously waited throughout the day.  In-ju
gave no indication of her decision until that night, when he pulled up to
her place in his pickup.  She was standing near the railing, dressed in a
devastating dress.

   *** ***

   The dates, frankly, went as Grant expected.  They were a thrill.  They
played it conservative at first, sitting next to each other but not
touching.  Their first date, of course, was the movie, followed by dessert.
Their next, a week later, was a Valentine's Day concert -- Grant benefited
from that because it fell on a Tuesday.  In-ju talked to Dale on the phone
and then said she was going to the library, and then got in Grant's car.

   Things progressed slightly with that.  During the concert their legs
touched and she didn't pull away.  Afterward, he walked her home and their
pinkies hooked together, then they held hands.  He noticed she was still
wearing her engagement ring.  After the third date, in which he went all
out because he knew she was balancing whether to go out with him again, and
they went to the city for a trip to the comedy club, and he gave her a
mixed tape, she kissed him.

   "Will--"

   "Of course I'll go out with you again," she said.  "This next date let's
listen to your tape."

   The fourth date progressed with him thinking constantly of listening to
that tape.  Did she mean in the car?  At her place?

   At the end of the play she sat in his truck and folded her hands on her
lap.

   'Where to?" He said.

   "Let's listen to that tape."

   "Ohhhhkay," he said.  "You have it with you?"

   "No," she said with a snort.  "It's back at my place."

   They drove back to her tiny apartment and he followed her as she
unlocked the door and went inside.  Her answering machine was flashing. 
Dale had called.  She put a finger to her lips and called him back.  She
talked to him for a few minutes before she told him she had to study for an
exam.

   "Love you too," she said.  "Can't wait til the weekend." She hung up.

   "You're bad," he said.  She smiled at him devilishly.

   "You drove me to it," she said, and came to him.  And, for the first
time, they really kissed.  He took in her smells and kissed her deeply.

   "The tape!" She said, walking to the stereo.  She put the tape in.  The
Beatles came out of the speakers.  "She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah,..."

   In-ju smiled at him and sauntered over, swishing.  "Let's dance," she
said, and embraced him.  They began to slow dance.  He felt her body
pressing against him.  She nestled her cheek on his chest and wrapped her
arms around his waist.  As the songs progressed so did they, and soon they
were kissing as they danced.  Their tongues flitted through their lips.  He
pulled his mouth away and kissed her jaw line, then her neck, and her ears.
She moaned lightly as his tongue brushed her earlobe.

   "Sensitive spot," she murmured, and kissed his neck.

   He began running his hands up and down her back.  She responded
correspondingly, eventually, as things got hotter, pulling out his shirt
and slipping her hand up his bare spine.  He clasped her bare shoulders,
then slipped a hand down her back.  She reached a hand behind and unzipped
the back of her dress.  He took advantage and slipped his hand full along
her back, tracing the small of her back.

   "Nice," he said, feeling the curves on her back and sides.

   "There so much more.  How you know?" She said.

   "I guess I don't," he said.  "Can I find out?"

   "This our fourth date?  I guess so," she said, giggling.  They kissed,
and their hands began to explore.  Before long she had unbuttoned his
shirt, and pulled it off his shoulders.  He let her make the next move,
which she did, and pulled her dress off her shoulders.  It fell to the
floor, and she was in her slip.  Then she reached to the bottom of her slip
and pulled it up over her head.  There she was, in her bra and panties.

   Grant sucked in a breath.  She was stunning.  Her hips were round,
sloping into her flat belly, and then her body widened again at her chest.
The perfect hourglass.  She had a darker hue that white women lacked.  She
stepped forward and grabbed hold of his belt, jerked it out.  Then she
dropped his pants to the floor, and he was in his boxers and tee shirt. 
She pulled at the shirt and he took it off.

   "It's only fair," she said, looking him over.  "It can't be only me in
underwear."

   They embraced, and he grew excited by the increased planes of contact
between them.  She brought up a knee and ran her thigh along his.  Their
bellies pressed together.  Wild lust galloped through his head and he
wished they were completely naked, and...

   She stepped back and glanced down.  "What's that poking me?" She said,
and he looked down.  His boxers were bulging to a single point.

   "Sorry..." he said, holding his hand over it.

   "That's okay," she said.  In-ju glanced at the corner, where her single
bed stood.  "My legs are getting tired," she said.  "Let's lay down."

   "Are you sure?"

   She just caste him a look and walked to her bed.  She laid down in it
sideways and scooted to the wall, giving him room to lay down sideways,
too. He complied.  She smiled at him and they were kissing again, rubbing
with their hands.  He heard a snap and realized that she had unhooked her
bra.  The straps were loose around her shoulders.  He pulled them off.  The
bra parted from her breasts.  They hung there perfectly.  He put a hand
around her and eased her to her back, and then took a breast in his mouth,
gnawing at it gently with his teeth.  She let out a little moan.  He moved
to the other breast, then back.

   "Oh, Grant," she said, and he felt her hand fumbling around.  Finally it
found him.  It grasped his penis through the cloth.

   "Oh!" She said.  "Oh!"

   "What?"

   "Oh!  Boy!  What a surprise..."

   "What's the matter?"

   "Nothing's the matter, silly," she said.  "Jeez, Hanna missed out.  Wow
did she miss out.  You're big.  Wow.  I mean, wow!  Is this it?"

   "That's it."

   Almost as if a scientist she pushed his boxers down, her demeanor
curious.  His hard penis flopped out, swaying gently.  She looked at him,
smiling as she bit her lip, and then reached down and grabbed him, felt his
hot rod along the length of her hand.

   "You're big, honey," she said, pulling him gently.  'Bigger than I'm
used to.  I mean, wow.  Maybe I should take a picture for Hanna?  Show her
what she missed?"

   "I don't know..."

   "I'm kidding," she said, and began rubbing her hand along his penis. 
"Ohhh nice," she said.  "Very nice.  Very nice."

   Her hand slid along his penis and his eyes rolled back.  She felt him
stiffening even more and she began to pull more vigorously.  Her hand
jerked back and forth, jamming the balls on one end and circling the head
of his penis with the palm at the other.  He could feel the engagement
ring. He simply could not hold back what was coming.  His penis lubricated
itself so her hand went smoothly, and then he felt a growing itch.  Then he
was exploding all over her.  Hot jets of semen sprayed all over her
breasts.

   "Oh Grant!" She said.  "You came, baby!  You came!"

   He sagged back down to the bed.  She looked at him.  "I liked that," she
said.  "It turns me on a lot."

   "Me too," he said, and she laughed.  He leaned forward and kissed her,
and she moaned expectantly.  He caught her drift and reached down for her
panties, the last bit of clothing on the bed.  She arched her hips
helpfully and he pulled the silk panties off, tossed them on the floor. 
Then he went down on his elbows, opened his mouth, and slipped his tongue
to her soaking pussy.  Immediately she cried out and pulled his hair, so
his tongue had no choice but to slip into her vagina.  She tasted minty, as
if she'd cleaned it, expecting a visit.

   He wrapped his arms around her legs and continued lapping his tongue
over her midsection, finding her clit and licking it until In-ju cried
something in Korean and her body quaked like the San Andreas fault.  He
rose to his knees and slithered up to kiss her.  She regarded him through
half-slitted eyes.

   "My God, you're beautiful," he said.

   "Oh, Grant," she said.  She reached to her left hand and plucked off the
engagement ring, set it on the bedside table.  Then her right hand traced
its way down his chest, past his belly button, and back to his penis, which
was twitching with enthusiasm again.

   "Can you..." She said, her brown eyes widening.

   "Yes, I can," he said.

   "So soon?"

   "I can."

   "Jesus," she said, stroking his penis.  "Hanna IS missing out."

   As she stroked him his hand found her pussy again, and began to rub,
too. Their breathing increased together this time.  The bed began to creak.
Then she reached up and put a hand behind his neck, pulled his ear to her
mouth.

   "Lay on top of me," she said.

   "You're sure?"

   "Lay on top of me."

   Her legs spread to accomodate him and he laid down.  She immediately
arched her back, thrusting her pussy down to the bed, pulled him up, then
snapped her spine back so her pussy thrust back and met the head of his
penis.  They both moaned.

   "You still dream about Asian girls?" She said, rocking her hips.

   "All the time."

   "Let's see if I can make it come true."

   She reached down, her hips still rocking, and grabbed his cock.  She
steadied it and guided it home, to just below her muff of hair, and then
pulled her hand away.  "There," she said.  "There."

   He pushed his hips forward slowly.  She bit her lip in pain and he
almost pulled away but she shook her head.

   'Stay, keep pushing," she said.  "It's better that...  way....unh!"

   He eased forward again.  This time his penis covered the lost ground
quickly, then slowed as it met unexplored skin.  They rocked their hips
together, got a little rhythm, and his penis slipped in another half inch.
Then another half inch.  Another.  She arched her back, that little trick
again, and he went a full inch forward, rocked his hips, her knees squeezed
him, another inch, and then he was full inside.  Slowly he pulled back out,
then in again, feeling her tight pussy giving way more easily now, and she
cried out.  He pulled out, plunged again, she cried out, but less
painfully. The next time she didn't cry out.  Then she moaned in pleasure.
She put her hands on his hips and began guiding his thrusts.

   "Grant!" She said, her voice high.  She said something Korean.

   "What?"

   But she didn't notice his question.  Her eyes were shut, and all her
concentration was on his throbbing cock making a sopping mess out of her
pussy.  His wide girth banged against her clit with every thrust and she
began to emit an animalistic moan from the back of her throat.  Then the
phone began to ring.

   "Let it ring," she said, throwing her head back into her pillow.  "Let
the fucking thing ring."

   It rang and rang.  When the answering machine picked up, it cut off and
then the phone rang again.

   "Just a second," she said, mid-thrust.  Grant pulled out -- he exited
her with a sloppy 'pop!' sound -- and she went to the phone, ripped the
cord out of the wall.  When she came back she mounted him.  She guided his
rod into her pussy and began riding him like a bull.

   "Oh Grant!" She cried, her breasts bouncing with the effort, her head
turned to the ceiling.  "Oh FUCK yes, Grant!"

   "Is it good?" He wheezed.

   "It's the BESt...  it's the fucking BEST," she moaned.  "How you like
your Asian girlfriend?  How you like her pussy?"

   "Oh, babe, I can't get ENOUGH...  keep fucking me In-ju...  IN-ju..."

   He reached up, pulled her down by the back of her neck, and then swept
his legs around and rolled so he was on top of her.  He grabbed her ass
with one hand and pulled her midsection into him.  Her knees flopped out to
the side and he slid his penis full into her, feeling her vagina walls
thrumming with orgasm.

   "OhhhOOOHHHhhhh...." she was saying, in a continuous moan, as he
swiveled his hips like pistons, his swollen penis eagerly making room
between her hips.  He grabbed her hips with both hands and lurched forward,
plunging his penis into her hot depth.

   "I'm gonna--"

   "Come, baby, COME!" She cried.

   'Should I wear a--"

   'Fuck the condom fuck ME!" She moaned, her orgasm banging against his
cock like a drum now.

   And then he came.  It was different than his countless beat-offs in the
shower; this time his semen felt like it was up against something, but his
penis kept throbbing and throbbing, and he knew he was shooting his cum
somewhere deep inside In-ju.

   "I feel you!  I feel you coming!" She moaned, grinding her hips into
his, squeezing his ass with her hands.

   "Ohhh In-ju," he moaned.  "Ohhhh baby..."

   "I think you qualify for the job, if you're willing to accept it," she
said, as their rhythm slowed and he pulled his gleaming red penis out of
her pussy.

   "What job?"
   "Weekday guy," she said.  And they leaned in for another kiss.