In the year before we met, she told me she had another boyfriend, Kenji Sato, a CIS student and my senior. I'd only met him a few times, as he was graduating when I arrived at Clearwater University, so we just exchanged brief greetings.
I often regret coming to the US so early but only reaching Clearwater Town on the west coast so late. If I'd been her first boyfriend here, how great would that have been?
Still, things are good now. I grinned to myself, holding her smooth, naked body tightly.
In the bathroom, ignoring her struggles, I scooped her up, disregarding her shy protests, and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed.
"Pervert! It's the middle of the day, and you didn't even close the blinds! We're on the first floor!" She glanced nervously at the window, clutching her body.
"It's fine, no one's around," I said, though honestly, I wanted it this way. I'm not sure if it's the thrill of risk or some urge to show her off, but it made me even more excited.
I went straight for her slit, and with a soft "mmm," she was soon too overwhelmed to speak.
Though I love Suki deeply, whenever we're intimate, I can't help but think about her and Kenji.
Rumor has it, Kenji took her back home to meet his parents, and they were even talking about marriage. But then he chased after a woman five years older, married with a kid, and dumped Suki. Every student at Clearwater University knew about it. I heard the story when I first arrived.
Everyone said Kenji was blind.
Classmates also said he didn't end up with that woman either, convincing a mother to abandon her family and child is no easy feat. After that, Kenji graduated and moved to Pinewood Town, and no one heard much about him.
It's normal for a beautiful, accomplished girl like Suki to have had boyfriends, but what bothers me is that for the year before I arrived, she and Kenji lived in the same house.
Like most international students, Suki rents off-campus. She lives in a two-story house by the park. The first floor has a big living room and storage, unoccupied. The second floor has a bathroom, kitchen, small living room, and two bedrooms. Suki's been there a year, now sharing with a 40-something single woman named Hana.
But a year ago, Kenji was her housemate.
It's hard to believe a close couple living together for a year didn't do anything, even if they had separate rooms. With just the two of them in the house, separate rooms hardly matter.
I've cautiously asked Suki about her and Kenji multiple times. She always insists nothing happened. Kenji was gentle and kind, and they only ever kissed.
She's even gotten mad a few times, saying I'm too fixated on it and don't trust her.
Part of me is jealous, but mixed with that jealousy, imagining her being taken advantage of also weirdly excites me.
Since she never elaborates, I stopped pressing.
But one time, something unexpected happened.
It was a month ago.
Normally, when Suki goes down on me, she forbids me from finishing in her mouth. But sometimes, as I'm kneading her full breasts and watching such a gorgeous girl with my erection in her mouth, it's too intense, and I let go, shooting into her mouth. She'd pout and ignore me for a while, acting coy.
But that one time, I went too deep, and the thick load choked her. She coughed for ages, tears streaming down her face.
She was a bit angry and, in the heat of the moment, let slip, "Kenji never did it in my mouth before."
I was stunned.
So, Suki had gone down on Kenji too. I'd suspected as much, she wasn't my first, and she likely had a past, but hearing her say it out loud shocked me.
It was a mix of burning jealousy and strange excitement. Imagining my beautiful girlfriend pleasuring another man made me jealous, yet picturing her being "violated" was oddly thrilling.
After she said it, she froze, unsure what to do. Seeing my shocked expression, she thought I was angry.
She kept explaining, saying she hadn't told me because she didn't want to upset me, but that nothing more serious ever happened with Kenji.
I wasn't sure whether to believe her or not, but honestly, I wasn't that angry. It was in the past, and now this stunning girl was mine. Thinking about her past actually made things more thrilling.
Of course, I didn't share these somewhat perverse thoughts with her.
After that incident, Suki agreed to let me finish in her mouth whenever I wanted, which helped balance things out. It made every time incredibly satisfying. Whenever she went down on me, my mind couldn't help but conjure images of Kenji's erection in her mouth. The mix of excitement and jealousy drove me to thrust even harder into her mouth, releasing deep inside.
Today was no different.
I'd kissed every inch of her body, sucked her rosy nipples, and teased her clit until she climaxed. Now it was my turn to enjoy. I lay on the bed as she eagerly worked on me, her hands caressing my balls.
Watching my dark erection disappear between her soft, red lips, my mind drifted to Kenji and Suki again.
I'd seen Kenji a few times. He's tall, well over 1.90 meters, lanky but confident. Though he's smart, I have no idea how he won Suki over, maybe he's just good at chasing girls, or perhaps he's wealthy and attentive.
My mind involuntarily pictured Kenji kissing Suki, his hands groping her breasts. I tried to stop the fantasies, but the image of his erection in her mouth, with his release dripping from her lips, kept surfacing.
I hadn't planned to finish so quickly, I wanted to take her properly. But lost in these thoughts, I couldn't hold back. I exploded violently, catching her off guard. She gagged slightly but didn't pull away, continuing until I was completely spent.
Then she rushed to the bathroom, dry-heaving.
Even as my body buzzed with pleasure, I felt an overwhelming love for her. I followed her to the bathroom, hugging her from behind. "Suki, I love you so much."
"Ugh, you always say sweet things after you finish in my mouth," she said, twisting away playfully.
I chuckled and kissed her again.