Beautiful Liz

I was originally from Hong Kong, but at the age of ten, my family decided to immigrate to Canada for a more stable and secure environment. Despite the fact that Hong Kong was an international economic center and one of the largest concentrations of wealth, life for the average middle-class citizen was not as splendid as one would think. Jobs were competitive and there was no assurance of the future.

We were able to immigrate with a reasonable amount of savings. Coming to Canada, there was a very obvious improvement to everyday life. With the savings we were able to afford a medium sized house, with a pool in the back, in a suburb, as well as purchasing upfront an automobile. Despite difficulty with the english language, people were generally friendly and we never encountered racial hostility.

My first days at the elementary school is where this story starts. Having struggles with english, I had to take ESL classes for a year. There were only a few chinese kids in my grade, but one of them eventually became a very dear friend. Her name was Elizabeth and she was a CBC (Canadian born chinese). When she was with her group of friends, she was just like any other caucasian girls, the only difference was the colour of her skin and hair. We were at the age where guys still thought girls had cooties and generally had little contact. But Elizabeth, seeing I had no friends at all, approached me with utmost friendliness and sincerity. For the entire first year, Elizabeth would always be there to sit with me at lunch. She even invited me to her birthday party, though it was somewhat odd for me as it was almost all girls, except a few male cousins of hers.

That first year was as smooth as it could possibly go. The only trouble I ever got into was when a fat white bully tried to take my lunch. I was by no means a fighter, but I knew some martial arts. He might have been stronger, but I was much faster. It was unintentional, but I accidentally kicked him in his knee too hard, dislocating it. It was extremely painful for him as he cried for a whole ten minutes. I was given a week's detention. But what was interesting was that Elizabeth was there every day to come over to my class to say bye before she went home.

The year went quickly went by. Despite being somewhat slow in english, and some related subjects such as social science and history, I excelled at other subjects such as math, science, and surprisingly, gym. All was well, but it was near the end of the school year when it all turned grim. On a random day after school, Elizabeth approached me, telling me that her family was moving to the west side of Canada, to Vancouver. Elizabeth's father's company had struck oil in the oil sands out in the west. If he took the new post, he would be rewarded with a promotion and a list of monetary benefits.

At that moment when Elizabeth explained the situation, I was saddened to the point where I could not hold my tears. For the first time in my life I felt a terrible void in my heart. I had not known love or anything close to it, but it was then when I first tasted its bitterness. Seeing my tears, she began to cry as well and wrapped her arms around me. I did not remember how long I cried for, all I could recall was that the tears would not stop.

Elizabeth was moving with her family in the middle of August. She spent as much time with me as possible, but she had other friends too, and she was busy packing and making preparations. The day came. My family drove me to see Elizabeth off at the airport. Somehow I was able to keep check of my emotions. When I gave Elizabeth one last hug, I remember tugging on to her arms like mechanical wrenches. I knew it was inevitable and I very unwillingly released my grasp. As she walked through the gate, she turned around and gave a smile, and then disappeared.

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Many nights I would simply cry until I feel asleep from exhaustion. For almost a month I felt like life was meaningless. I wrote almost on a daily basis for the entire year. She replied my letters almost immediately. But after the first dreadful month, I started to cope with reality. And after a year, we started writing less frequently and it went into a weekly basis for the next two years. Then after when we got into junior high, because of an increased workload, it became a biweekly and then monthly basis. We had a bit more allowance and we were able to afford calling cards to call each other. No matter how busy we were, we never broke contact. But what I really wanted to learn was her love life, if she had one. I had no idea and she never suggested the topic. I had not dated anyone up until that point. I knew a number of my female friends had a crush on me. Apparently word got out that I was quite hung. I suppose I was. I was on the swimming team and when using the public showers I was able to hold my ground in comparison to the other white males. I guess that would be considered huge relative to the average asian male.

Jump ahead a little more. I was finally finishing high school and I was receiving acceptance offers from Universities across Canada. I even received modest athletic scholarships as I was an outstanding swimmer and long distance runner. I of course had to talk to Elizabeth, which I still considered to be my best friend throughout the years.

She had decided to go into mechanical engineering at the University of Toronto, which was a no-brainer. I was overjoyed at the news. I ended up going for the same program as Elizabeth did, despite knowing the fact that it was notoriously difficult, with a dropout rate of fifty percent in the first year.

We had not seen each other for six years. We exchanged pictures frequently and talked on the phone or used a webcam. But now I will finally see the person whose departure had once put me in a great depression.

I picked her up from the airport, and when I went approached her, all I could were the tears of joy. I hugged her so hard she was lifted off the ground. We were in embrace for probably a whole minute.

She was staying at her aunt's place until the residence move in day. I also was to be living in residence as it would eliminate commuting hassles from my home in the suburbs to the downtown Toronto. It would also eliminate the need for the purchase of a new car.

After dropping off her stuff at her aunt’s, we went out to grab dinner. We had a pleasant evening. It was also then when I realized how beautiful she was. She had beautiful ivory skin with slender cheeks and full lips and her eyes bright and sparkling. Seeing her in person was far different from seeing her in pictures. She was definitely not the girl that I knew in primary school anymore. She was not tall, but her curves confirmed she had fully blossomed into a woman. I was no expert at measurements, but her fitting clothing showed her thin waist, curvy hips, and full breasts. Her physique was unlike the typical chinese girl’s I knew for sure. Well I’m sure she had her fair share of milk and steak, growing up in Canada. I suppose that could be the same reason I took on the physique of a typical white male.

Our first year of university eventually started, and like most typical freshmen, we hit decided to the clubs on the first weekend. We weren’t really dancers and so all we did was get ourselves pissed drunk. After puking out our intestines and gulping many glasses of water, we gradually became sober. Well at least sober enough to walk back home. It was still early in the night, barely past one in the morning. So we decided to chill in her single room, which was one of the deluxe units, which had its own bathroom. I lived in a double room, and my roommate never stayed up late, even on weekends, and so I decided not to disturb him at such late a time.

Elizabeth’s room was a war zone. She went into the room and jumped onto her bed, possibly still drunk. I sat on the ground next to her bedside when I noticed her underwear lying on the ground. Still somewhat drunk, I just picked a bra to examine it. The brand was La Vie En Rose, and the listed size was 34D. Just then she rolls over to the edge of her bed and saw what I was doing. “Hey c’mon, that’s dirty laundry.”

That was a very surprising response. I thought I would get a smack in back of my head, or maybe even worse.

“Hey move over.”

She moved over back to the other side and I climbed onto her bed and laid beside her.

“Elizabeth, I never asked, but are you seeing anyone?”

“When I do, you’ll be the first one to know okay? And just call me Liz, no one since grade school calls me Elizabeth. How about you, seeing anyone?”

“I don’t know I’m use to calling you Elizabeth. And no, not seeing anyone, haven’t dated anyone yet.”

“Well neither have I. I still feel like crap, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be back.”

She climbed off the bed, grabbed a bathrobe and went off into the shower.

“And don’t go through the dirty laundry on the ground, I’ve probably stepped on them so many times.”

I did not respond. After I heard her go into the showers, I decided to clean her room up a bit. She did not have a laundry basket and that could explain the clothing everywhere. I opened some of her drawers and none of her clothing was folded. Well it was only the first week and she might not have had time to clean up yet. But at the same time, you could say it was only the first week and it’s already this messy. I grabbed a large cloth bag on the ground and started putting her laundry into it. After about five minutes, the room was much improved already as there was actually space to walk around. It was also then that I noticed the bathroom door not completely closed. My heart started beating faster, but I knew better. But then some invisible force took hold of me and told me to go. And I did. I slowly crept up and opened the door just enough to stick my head in. It was a small shower stall with a clear screen and I was able to see the left side of her entire magnificent body. I retreated quickly, whilst savoring the thought. She came out after a few minutes. “Hey, I told you not to go through the laundry, but thanks anyways for cleaning up. Do you want to take a shower? I can lend you a pair of my baggy shorts and t-shirt. You can stay here tonight if you want.”

“Okay sure.” I replied

I took my time in the shower to gather my thoughts. I also grew a large erection thinking about Elizabeth, but I opted not to whack off. I then thought about whether Elizabeth is really the one for me. She was the only woman that I ever genuinely cared for. She was the one weak spot in my heart. I had physical attraction for other girls in the past, but Elizabeth was different.

I think I was in the shower for almost half an hour.

“You sure took your time.” Elizabeth said with a slight smile on her face.

I climbed back onto her bed and laid beside her, looking at the ceiling without saying anything for a few minutes. She turned onto her side looking straight at me. I rolled onto my side and looked at her.

“I missed you. I really missed you. These six years, I was always worried about you. I constantly prayed for your health and well-being. And I don’t want to leave you again, I love you. I know you were looking at me in the shower, but that’s okay. I want to be yours.”

I felt embarrassed, but at the same time I felt joy, that the one I truly cared for felt the same way. It was also then that she climbed on top of me and took off her bathrobe. She was not wearing anything underneath. Her breasts were very full with very dark enticing nipples. I sat up and began working on them. I varied my motions around her nipples, moving my tongue around the areolas in circling motions. As her nipples grew even harder I would give it a gentle flick with my tongue. I also occasionally moved to kiss her neck and collarbone, which produced a soft moan from her. Her 34Ds were not monstrous by any means, but they were firm and hung down only a little. I continued sucking on her nipples, moving from one to another while caressing them with my hands.

Then I gently moved her down onto the bed, threw the bathrobe onto the floor, and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was not completely bald, but she did shave her panty-line. By now she was very wet and I could see the glistening of her pussy lips. I took gently flicked her clit and that caused her to jerk slightly. I ran my tongue around her labia, which caused even more of her fluids to come out. I lapped up her sweet tasting juices and proceeded to insert a finger in. She was tight, she was tight even for a finger. I went in very gently and moved very slowly. She had her eyes closed and was enjoying my every move. Slowly I increased my pace, and when I felt her ease up a bit I inserted another finger. I saw her hands starting to clench the bedsheets by then. I was moving my two fingers rapidly in and out. Then I decided to also start licking her swollen clit at the same time. It was then when she let out a moan and started tensing up. I knew she was coming soon and I kept the speed. Then all of a sudden I felt a contraction around my fingers, she was having an all out orgasm. I moved my fingers out but still kept licking at her clit. She finally eased.

“That was good. But let me please you now. I want you inside of me. I want you to take my virginity.”

I then took off my shirt and shorts, revealing a very large erection. She was almost amazed by the size of it. She sat up and took hold of it and started fondling it. It was not only steel hard, it was pulsating and very warm.

I laid her back down and put her legs wide apart. I then pressed the tip of my cock against her open pussy. I started rubbing the tip against her labia, wetting it a bit with her juices.

“I’m ready for you.”

With that I put the tip in, and she let out a deep breath. It was very tight, but she accommodated me, and slowly I was able to put a few inches in and with each stroke I was able to move a bit more in until all eight inches of my manhood was in. I increased the speed of my strokes and she was beginning to breathe very heavily. I continued to rub her clit as I made love to her for all I was worth. She came one more time, and I felt the contraction around me. I nearly came at that moment, but I was able to slow down the pace. I pulled her up and I laid down so she could take command. We weren’t experienced but she slowly bucked up and down, and slowly I began to match her movements with my own. As she bucking up and down on me, I took her breasts and caressed them as well as gently biting and sucking her nipples. I was ready to cum at any time, and she could feel it too. My legs started to lock up a bit as I increased my pace even further. I took my hands off her breasts and put them on her waist and I was going at a very fast speed.

“I’m gonna come soon, Elizabeth!”

Then I came. I came so much I could not believe. I felt streams of my semen rushing through the length of my shaft and shot out the tip as though it was a volcano. At least four or five full streams shot out into her pussy, followed by smaller spurts. I moved in and out of her a few more times, milking whatever was left in me.

We laid down in exhaustion and embraced each other. We fell asleep and slept until the next afternoon.

We were lucky Elizabeth was not fertile at the time and we promised each other to always use protection from then on.

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Next possible chapter if I get a good review for this one:

Liz’s sister

I know the story was perhaps unnecessarily long, but I wanted to build up a story instead of another typical “the girl had large tits and the guy got horny and she ripped off her shirt and they started fucking”