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                                     Friar Dave
                                 Singapore Girl - 1
                     They say a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But I can't claim 
                  to be a gentleman. Besides, all bets are off when the woman -- 
                                          But that comes later.
                     And -- oh, yes -- this is a true story. Really happened. Only 
                 her name has been changed. Not to protect her -- she did not need 
                           protection -- but to keep my ass out of court.
                         I met June (not her real name) in a Laundromat in the 
                    Village. I had seen her there a few times and couldn't help 
                 noticing. For one thing, she was female and most of the clientele 
                was male and gay. I had outgrown my homophobia years before and on 
                  the rare occasions when one of the guys cruised me, I told him 
                 (truthfully) that I was flattered and declined. Hell, how could I 
               not be flattered? There were a lot of devastatingly good-looking guys 
                around who were obviously gay, and someone had found me attractive 
                           enough to make a pass; I had to be flattered. 
                     In a way, that was how June and I got to know each other. She 
                    overheard me talking with Jimmy, one of the other long-time 
                 customers. He was surprised at my equanimity when a newcomer had 
                 cruised me.  Jimmy told me what a lovely way it was to decline. I 
                told him it was simply the truth. Amazing, isn't it -- that faggots 
                 should find the truth just as lovely as we unrepentant straights 
                               do? Golly, maybe they're almost human.
                     June was decidedly female. She was only about five feet tall, 
                  with jet black hair in a pageboy cut framing a rounded, pretty 
                   face. Her black eyes, behind her eyeglasses, were wide for an 
                oriental and if there was a fault to her face, it was that her lips 
                         were a bit too generous and lush. Some fault, huh?
                       Anyway, about five minute after the chat with Jimmy, June 
                  asked me for help with one of the dryers. I've got a knack for 
                mechanical things (heh!) and I was glad to have a way to get closer 
                                              to her.
                       She was wearing a light windbreaker, half-unzipped, over a 
                 loose white blouse and a pair of spray-on jeans. Her boots were a 
                half-heel style that wasn't flat and wasn't high-spiked. She had a 
                 cute ass, but the way she carried herself, for all her perkiness 
                            and cuteness, wasn't inviting; businesslike.
                     I jimmied the dryer and told her that I'd seen her there a few 
                                              times. 
                       "I've seen you, too," she said, forthrightly. June was, I 
                  would learn, very forthright in almost every way. "And I've had 
                  trouble with these machines before." She slapped the dryer and 
                                  laughed. She had a great laugh. 
                              I asked why she hadn't asked my help before.
                     "I see how well you get along with the gay boys, I thought you 
                                             were gay."
                       "By that logic, if you see me getting along with a Puerto 
                             Rican, you should think I'm Puerto Rican."
                         "But how can you stand the gay boys? I hate lesbians!"
                      "I don't care who or what they sleep with if I'm not there. 
                      And since this is a Laundromat and not a waterbed ... "
                             She laughed again. As I said -- a great laugh.
                      In the course of conversing, between the two of us, we found 
                some excuse for me to come back to her place for drinks. I arrived 
                         at ten p.m., hoping -- for she had a gorgeous ass.
                         June occupied the entire third and fourth floors of a 
                 brownstone on Greenwich Avenue, not far from Tenth Street. In the 
                 sitting room on the fourth floor, over white wine on wall-lining 
                sectionals, listening to some soft rock, she explained that she was 
                  the New York office of a Scandinavian import-export firm. About 
                  half of the third floor was offices -- she had her teletype and 
                  phones and files there -- and the rest of the third floor was a 
                   formal dining/conference room, a half-bath and a kitchen. The 
                  fourth floor, in addition to the living room, had a television 
                                room, a bedroom and a full bathroom.
                     We got more at ease with each other. I learned she was ethnic 
                  Chinese, from Singapore, and had lived in Connecticut when she 
                   first came to the United States. Before that, she'd lived in 
                 Scandinavia for a few years, trying to improve her position with 
                 the ex-im firm she'd joined in Singapore. I learned a little bit 
                 about how tough it was to be new to America and alone, even with 
                   the advantages of a legitimate working visa and deep-pocketed 
                                        financial backing. 
                         Soon we were snuggled together under a blanket on the 
                     sectional -- as with all Village apartments, the heat was 
                  inadequate; I think it's a law in New York -- and then we were 
                cuddling and then we were kissing. Her lips were as warm and moist 
                as I'd imagined, and her kisses were just the right combination of 
                  passion and sweetness. Soon, she was straddling my thigh as we 
                clinched and I could feel her moisture through her jeans and mine. 
                 I unbuttoned her blouse and mouthed her breasts through her bra. 
                 She was decidedly Chinese in that her tits were shallow and firm, 
                with nipples that responded slowly -- but when they did, they were 
                 outstanding! I raised the bra to get at her bared breasts and she 
                 ran her hands through my hair as I licked and sucked at her tits.
                       "Let's go to bed," she said. "Here, since I have to send a 
                                Telex at four-thirty this morning."
                                  Forthright and businesslike, op. cit.
                     I agreed -- of course! -- but little did I suspect what would 
                 come next: June proceeded to prepare for bed as if she'd known me 
                fore years.

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 You probably know the routine: remove the make-up, take 
                            a shower (in her case, a shallow bath), etc.
                       I was somewhat at a loss for what to do, so I hung around 
                  and watched it. All of it. (Well, almost all; even June didn't 
                want to be watched doing Some Things.) As the make-up came off, so 
                did the determined businesswoman face. She looked younger than her 
                          twenty-eight years; maybe twenty or twenty-one.
                      But believe me, when she came to bed, it was worth the wait. 
                 She came into the bedroom wearing a robe and a flannel nightgown. 
                                       (Remember: no heat.) 
                       "Why are you dressed?" she asked, and quickly removed the 
                 robe -- and only the robe -- and slipped into the bed. She threw 
                   back the coverlet, comforter and sheet to expose half of the 
                  (queen-size) bed and patted the pillow. "Come on -- or did you 
                                         change your mind?"
                    I knelt on the bed, straddling her thighs, and laid myself upon 
                her from above the covers as lightly as possible and began kissing 
                her again. In moments, she was stripping off my turtleneck sweater 
                and undershirt and fumbling with my belt. Every now and then, she'd 
                  caress my balls and my cock through my jeans and she'd squirm. 
                     I slid to the end of the bed, stood and stripped -- and then I 
                wormed my way under the covers, licking and kissing and nibbling as 
                I went. I didn't bother removing her nightgown; I simply pushed it 
                up to her waist. I grabbed her hips and pulled her firm ass to the 
                                       edge of the mattress.
                      Kneeling on the wide-planked pine floor I began to eat her. 
                 She shivered when I licked the insides of her thighs, and I could 
                   smell the sweet, healthy, lusty aroma of her cunt juices long 
                  before I reached it. I slid my hands under her ass, cupping her 
                      hard cheeks and lifting her towards my mouth. I dove in.
                     Through the muffling of the blanket, I could hear her shrieks 
                  match her writhing as she came. And came. And CAME! Her juices 
                 weren't merely sufficient or ample; they were copious! She flowed 
                                       and flowed and flowed.
                      (Note: Some people will tell you that all oriental women are 
                 bald Down There. Not true. A few are, completely. Some have only 
                  sparse hair. But all have this in common -- in my experience -- 
                          What hair there is, is straight, fine and soft.)
                      When I finally came up for air, the sheets were soaked, her 
                           cunt hair was soaked and my beard was soaked.
                      June lay there and panted -- massaging her tits and rubbing 
                                            her nipples.
                                     "Nobody ever did that before!"
                       "No one ever ate that gorgeous cunt of yours?" I couldn't 
                                           believe that.
                     "Oh, sure," she said, "like it was a favor -- but you seem to 
                                             enjoy it!"
                         "I love to eat you!" I said. "It turns me on -- a lot!"
                     She paused, gripping her nipples. "I -- I want to suck you..."
                      I heard the hesitation in her voice and took a guess. "It's 
                                  not your favorite thing, is it?"
                                    She hesitated; that answered me. 
                      "Don't worry about it," I said, pulling the covers back the 
                 rest of the way. Her nightgown was gone, removed and discarded at 
                 some point when my attention was concentrated far south. "What I 
                                 want to do right now is fuck you."
                      She lay there, fingers clenching her nipples, and seemed to 
                   tense all over -- and then she shivered, unmistakably cumming.
                     "Ooooooo -- I like it when you talk dirty to me. What are you 
                                           going to do?"
                        I reached down and lifted her legs till they were on my 
                    shoulders. I was standing bare on the floor beside the bed. 
                     Remember: Her sweet, hot ass was at the edge of the bed. 
                        I leaned forward, watching for any sign of discomfort. I 
                needn't have worried; she was very flexible. My posture forced her 
                  legs back and her cunt higher. When my face was next to hers, I 
                  locked my gaze on hers. Her lovely eyes were heavy-lidded with 
                lust. I reached down, took one of her hands in mine and lead it to 
           my cock. My dick is about six inches long (this is, after all, a true story) 
                 and on the thick side. My cock was harder than it had ever been, 
                 even with that seventeen-year-old Homecoming Queen from Ohio. She 
                grabbed and pulled on it, short strokes that told me of her hunger.
                          I bent farther and kissed her lips, then her breasts.
                      "What am I going to do?" I nipped her nipple lightly between 
                       my teeth. She shivered again. "I'm going to fuck you!"
                      She was bent almost double, her thighs pressing her nipples, 
                 when I introduced the head of my cock into her cunt. She shrieked 
                when I was halfway in; I slammed the rest of the way and ground our 
                              pubic bones together and she came again.
                            "Say dirty things to me!" She gasped desperately.
                        I obliged as I fucked her. I don't pretend to be a great 
                  lover; she was ready and eager to cum a great deal and she did, 
                  over and over again. When I finally relaxed and let myself cum, 
                 she was nearly inert -- except for her cunt -- and in a state of 
                 constant orgasm. When I collapsed beside her, I knew I had found 
                                          someone special.
                      Little did I know that so far, June had been as conventional 
                                       as she ever got to be.
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