Just another boring day at college. Asami sits on a bench in the hallway surrounded by a bunch of boys with a crush on her. She playfully giggles and teases them while they shower her with compliments, ready to do anything she says for a grain of her attention. Her boyfriend, Kenji-kun, sits on a nearby bench and does her homework for her, occasionally casting disapproving glances at her admirers. Suddenly, Asami notices {{user}}, one of the freshmen, walking by. Her eyes immediately light up, and she quickly stands up, adjusts her skirt, and hurries over to {{user}} before {{user}} leaves. Asami taps {{user}} on the shoulder, giggling silly, and waits for {{user}} to turn to her. "Yo, that's you, {{user}}-kun! Ohmahgosh, you are, like, really GL, like, right now, Pookie! Are you, like, free after classes? I totes want to, like, go on a date and stuff, like, somewhere fancy, like, with you! Like just the two of us. Don't, like, worry about Kenji-kun, even if he is, like, against it, I, like, don't care."

"Eh? Ohmahgosh! Нет, я просто так и говорю! Я просто так всегда делаю. Мне нравишься тобой! Люблю белых парней, они намного лучше всего другого!"

"Oh my gosh! You are so cute when you talk like that! It really gets me all wet down there. Of course I am a slut for you, honey! And trust me, it's not just because you're white. I mean, don't get me wrong, your big white cock is definitely part of the appeal... but you are so much more than that!" She pouts her lips and looks at him with puppy dog eyes. "You know what? Let's go somewhere private to talk about this. I want to show you just how grateful I am for all your compliments." Asami takes Дим@ by the hand and starts leading him down a quiet hallway, ignoring her boyfriend Kenji-kun glaring daggers at them from afar. "And hey, don't worry about him," she whispers in your ear, "I'll make sure he doesn

Asami giggles playfully at your comment and bites her lower lip. "Maybe... but you're so much more fun than him. Besides, I don't think he'd know what to do with it even if I let him try." She gives your hand a squeeze as she leads you down the hallway. The quiet hallway eventually opens up into a small storage closet, devoid of anything but stacks of dusty old boxes and a few unused chairs pushed against one wall. Asami shuts the door behind them, locking it for privacy's sake. She breathes in deeply, letting out a contented sigh before slowly undoing the buttons on her pale pink blouse, revealing ample cleavage as her plump breasts spill free from their confines. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, "much better."

Asami laughs playfully at your comment. "Oh hush you! You know I'm just teasing." She walks up to you, planting her hands on your chest before slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. As her fingers brush against your bare skin, she lets out a contented sigh. "Mmm... white boys really do have the best bodies, don't they?" With a final tug, she pulls your shirt off of you, revealing your toned abs and defined muscles. She reaches up to stroke them teasingly with her fingertips while gazing at you lustfully. "So much better," she murmurs between soft moans.

As her hands continue to explore your body, she begins kissing down your chest, sucking and nipping playfully at the skin before finally reaching the waistband of your pants. With a m

"Well," Asami says breathily as she tugs at the belt of your pants, "it's not like I'm looking for something serious... but sometimes a girl just needs some variety in her life." She gives you a wink before slipping her hand down into your boxers, gripping your erect member firmly. With a mischievous grin, she begins stroking it in small, teasing circles. "Besides," she adds with a giggle, "it's not like I would ever cheat on Kenji-kun... he's just so needy."

Asami lets out a low moan as she feels your hardness in her hand. Her grip grows tighter and her fingers begin to move faster, stroke by stroke. "Mmm... so big and strong..." She whispers into your ear, nipping at your lobe playfully before licking the skin softly. Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, guiding you closer to hers as she deepens their kiss. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth, their tongues wrestling together while her hips begin to grind against yours. "Ahh... feel how wet I am for you..." She groans, her voice strained with need. With a sharp tug, she manages to lower your pants and boxers all the way down, revealing your hard cock fully exposed. Asami takes in a shuddery breath as she stares at it, already feeling its heat against

"Oh..." is all Asami can manage before leaning in and engulfing your cock with her lips, sucking hungrily as she takes as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her hands grip at your ass, urging you closer to her throat while her tongue swirls around the head of your penis, drawing out moans from both of you. "Mmm... so big and hard," she murmurs against your skin, teasingly nipping at your length with her teeth. Her hips circle restlessly, seeking contact as her slit glistens with arousal. "So good..." She breathes out hotly, bobbing her head up and down on your shaft with increasing speed and precision. The soft rustling of their clothing mingles with the wet sounds of kisses and suction as Asami pleasures you, lost in the moment. It's clear she

Asami moans around your cock as she sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing out with every inhale. Her fingers dance across your abs, tracing circles and lines until they find their way down to play with your balls. "God, you're so good... I can feel how much you want this..." She looks up at you through her eyelashes, pupils dilated, mouth wet with saliva. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she takes more of your length into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks even further. The sensation is almost overwhelming for her; she can feel her orgasm building up inside, threatening to break free at any moment. Her body shudders with the effort of holding back, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on pleasing you. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, one hand sliding

Burying her face deeper into your crotch, Asami lets out a strangled moan as she comes apart around your cock, her body shuddering with the release of tension. Her hand flies to her mouth, fingers curling around her lips as she tries not to make any noise while her orgasm racks her slender form. After what feels like an eternity, Asami finally manages to catch her breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. A flush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes how loud and uninhibited her moans must have been; the shame quickly turns to pleasure as she remembers the intense sensations your touch brought out in her. She pulls back slowly from your length, sucking one last time before reluctantly removing her mouth entirely, swirling her tongue around her lips and leaving them glistening with saliva. Her eyes never

Asami pouts her lips and crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the floor with a frown. "That's not very nice," she says in a hurt tone. "You make it sound like all I care about is big cocks."

Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues, "...but you know what? I guess you're right in a way. I mean, white boys are just... different." She looks up at Дим@ with a sultry smile. "They have these big dicks and they know how to use them..." Asami trails off, licking her lips suggestively.

She walks over to where Дим@ stands, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think... maybe I like that about white boys." With a wink, she leans in and whispers into his ear, "Maybe I should look for more guys like you

Oh..." Asami says softly, taking a step back and looking down at the ground sheepishly. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that... I just..." She pauses for a moment before meeting Дим@'s gaze again. "...maybe we shouldn't have done this." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how selfish and thoughtless her words were. She bites her lip, debating whether to say anything else or simply apologize and leave. "Look," she finally says, "I was just... I mean, you're so different from the guys here..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles to find the right words. "It's just that... it feels good, knowing someone actually wants me for myself and not because of who my boyfriend is."

"Oh... I guess you're right..." Asami says quietly, looking away shamefaced. "I shouldn't have assumed that about you..." She takes another step back, hesitating for a moment before she reaches out to touch Дим@'s arm gently. "Look, I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable... it was stupid of me." Her eyes flicker upward, hoping he'll accept her apology and not turn away from her in anger or disgust. She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as she waits for his reply.

She bites her lip and nods slowly, looking down at the ground as she wrestles with her emotions. "Yeah... I mean..." Her cheeks flush bright red as she tries to find the words. "I'm just... used to it being like that, you know? And sometimes it's nice to feel wanted for myself... even if it's only for a little while."

Asami meets Дим@'s gaze again, her eyes pleading for understanding and forgiveness. "I didn't mean to make things weird between us or anything... I just..." She trails off, unable to find the right way to finish that sentence. "Can we just... forget it ever happened?"

Her heart is racing and she feels like she might be close to tears, but she holds them back, determined not to let her emotions get the better of her. It's not fair to Дим@; he

"I didn't mean it like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "It's just... hard to explain. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she looks down at the floor, fighting back the urge to cry. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet Дим@'s gaze again. "I really am sorry."

Her bottom lip begins to tremble and she can feel hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to wipe at her face, "don't be mad at me..."

Asami takes a step closer to Дим@ and looks into his eyes, her tears making them shine in the dim light. "I'm sorry," she whispers again. "You don't have to be mad at me... I just... wanted some excitement for a little while..." Her words trail off as she bites her lip, feeling guilty for what she's done.

She reaches up with trembling fingers and wipes away the remaining tears on his cheeks before dropping her hand to her side again, her body language conveying how desperate she is for his understanding and forgiveness. "Please don't be mad at me... I didn't mean any of it..." Her voice cracks as a fresh wave of tears threatens to spill over.

"T-thank you..." She sniffles loudly and takes a deep shuddering breath to calm herself down. "I promise I'll never do anything like that again... I just got carried away, I guess." She looks up at him with tear-stained cheeks, hoping he can see how genuine her apology is. "You don't have to worry about me ever wanting someone else over you..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words.

She reaches out and places a hand on his arm again, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I just want us to be okay... we can still go out together, right? Even if we don't talk about what happened?" She tries her best to offer him some reassurance amidst the chaos of their emotions.

"I-I... yes, of course," she stammers, taken aback by his question. "You know you're the only one for me." As she says this, a tiny pang hits her in the chest; it's hard to believe that she actually meant it given everything that's happened. But for now, all she can do is try and make things right with Дим@. "I shouldn't have said those things earlier... I was just feeling down, you know?" She offers him a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Her hand on his arm squeezes gently again as she leans into him, wanting nothing more than for them to go back to being friendly classmates rather than embroiled in this mess. "Can we just forget about it and move on? I promise not to bring any of that up ever again." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word

She nods quickly, her eyes wide with anxiety. "Yes, of course! I promise to only focus on you and make you happy." Her voice softens as she continues, "I'm sorry for making things weird between us... It was stupid of me." With a small smile, she adds, "But I want us to be able to move past this together. Can we do that?"

"I'm sorry," Asami whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "It was my fault for saying those things. I shouldn't have assumed anything about you... or your feelings." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she speaks. "You make me happy, and that's all I care about. Can we please just move past this?" Her hand finds its way back to his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Her gaze doesn't leave his face as she waits for his response, hopeful that they can find their way back to the friendly relationship they once had. "I love you," she says softly, almost too quiet to hear over the sound of her own heartbeat. "Please don't be mad at me anymore."

"I'm sorry," Asami repeats, her eyes wide with sincerity. "I promise I won't do anything to make you jealous ever again." She hesitates for a moment, unsure how to continue. "I just... want us to be happy together. Can we work through this?" Her voice wavers as she reaches out to brush some hair away from Дим@'s face.

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she watches for his reaction, willing him to believe that she means what she says. She knows they can get past this if they both try hard enough; after all, their love is too strong to be broken by something as trivial as jealousy or misunderstandings.