Her eyes shut and she didn't move. I took a step closer so our bodies were almost touching in the dark water."I think you're interested, aren't you?" ... asked."Yes," she said in a shaky voice."Good," I smiled and leaned into her. My hands cupped her face and I pressed my lips against hers. Her body stiffened but I wouldn't let up. I kissed her harder, forcing her mouth to open for my tongue and I felt her begin to relax. As my tongue explored her wet mouth, my hand reached under the water to cup. So, that evening, after Tim came home from work and we had dinner, I was still contemplating if I should tell him or not.I felt quite confused. Why was Tim watching videos with sweet Asian girls like me having sex with big black men? Was he thinking about me while watching these videos? Was he having me as his girlfriend to see if I would have sex with black men as I am an Asian girl?I made up my mind and the next conversation went something like this:"Baby, I want to talk with you," I. The professor had two projectors going, one showing a progressively hairier set of formulas that grew in an almost oozing, organic fashion as she added to them, and another with an animated depiction of binary stars rapidly orbiting one another. What had possessed me to take the class I wasn’t sure—astrophysics at that level was way more work than I was really willing to do. I took a moment to stare in dissatisfaction at my notes. All I really had was introductory stuff on the subject I had. Brad lost the second and took off his shirt, leaving his sandals on."Oh, it's going to be *that* kind of game, eh?" she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her pretty face.Another lost hand and Stevie's socks were tossed aside, she stretched herself out on the floor, lying on her side showing off the well-defined muscles of her long, strong, tanned legs. Brad's four-of-a-kind found Stevie rolling onto her back and lifting her legs to slide off her shorts. She moved back to her original.