0 comments/ 31922 views/ 0 favorites Summer of Awakenings Ch. 02 By: Pensri It is two years after Sun Suk’s “Summer of Awakenings.” Her first crush, long before Brenda and Brad comes back into her life. They meet at a party, and this time she is able to act upon her innermost feelings. Every time I used to see him, I would feel all warm inside. My heart would begin to beat so quickly and loudly I felt as though everyone around me could hear it. It always seemed like I made such a fool of myself whenever he was around. I had trouble removing the smile from my face, all my words seemed to slur, and the few words that didn’t slur were not really what I mean to say. He was my 12th grade trigonometry teacher Mr. Evans. I went through my senior year of high school the same shy, naïve Korean girl I had always been. That was two years ago, and I have slept with two different guys since my first time with Brenda and Brad (read my previous story “Summer of Awakenings”). One of the guys had blonde hair and looked a lot like Brad, while the other guy had really dark hair and looked a little like Tom Cruise (not as cute though). Still to this day, my crush on Mr. Evans never really ever left my mind like most crushes do. Everything about that crush had been taboo. He was my teacher; an adult nearly twice my age (33), married, and even had a daughter. I was just one of his many students, only 17, and still considered a child. Mr. Evans was also a black man. Now I never really considered myself a racist before, but I don’t think I ever got past the fact that he was black. In fact, it was probably one of the reasons I was so attracted to him. Mr. Evans stood about 6’3 and was built like a football player. I later found out he had played running back in college, but badly tore the ACL in his left knee and never played football again. He did, however, continue to stay in great physical shape and coached our high school football team. That is probably why I went to every home game; to see him. He was quite simply the best looking man I’ve ever seen. Over the past couple of years, I have fantasized and even dreamt about Mr. Evans and I being together. Last weekend, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to attend a big party she had heard about over in Riverside. Usually, we only go to parties on campus (USC), but lately I had been in a dating rut and decided to go with her. The party started out like they normally do for me because I am very shy – a little on the boring side. My friend started dancing with a guy, and I had a few drinks to try to lose my shyness. A guy asked me to dance, and I said yes without even looking to see who he was. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. It was then I realized it was a large black hand. My little white hand looked so small in his. When he turned and we started dancing, I realized it was Mr. Evans. My heart skipped a beat, and if it weren’t for the alcohol I had drunk, I probably would have fallen on the floor as I became so nervous. He looked as handsome as ever, and even more so as he had grown a sexy goti. All the old feelings came back to me and more. I was so nervous I had a little trouble dancing with him with my two left feet. My nipples became so hard they ached. When the song switched to a slow song he put his arms around me and moved in so our bodies were touching. I was like putty in his hands as he began softly grinding against me, and I could feel my panties becoming damp. It was then I wondered if he recognized me. With all the students he had taught, he probably did not. I didn’t think I had changed that much, maybe a little taller and fuller (5’4 and a “B” cup). I was now 20 and I guess no longer that little girl from high school. When the song ended, I did not want to let go of him. I am happy he escorted me from the dance floor because I had trouble moving my feet on my own (smile). He got us a couple of drinks and we sat down on one of the couches to talk. He introduced himself as Michael, and I smiled as I realized I had never known his first name. When I said my name was Sun Suk, he looked closer into my eyes, and I thought I would die as he looked me over so intently. “Oh my God! Sun Suk, is it really you?” he asked. I only smiled as he went on about how one of his favorite students and that little girl he used to know had grown into this beautiful woman before him. I had trouble speaking, but finally managed to ask “I was one of your favorite students?” I also said “You think I am beautiful?” “Of course Sun Suk,” he said. “You were always so intense in trying to learn that it seemed like sometimes you had trouble speaking straight. That and the fact that I always thought you were one of my prettiest students, how could I not consider you one of my favorites?” I could only blush as I heard him speak of me in this way. We went on in catching up on each others lives. Mr. Evans. . . Michael (smile) told me he lived in Riverside, and was now a professor at UCLA, which was one of the reasons why he was also now divorced. He had told his wife, before they got married, of his dreams of teaching at the college level. When his big chance came, however, she did not want to go with him. They had been having other problems as well, but it was still a very difficult decision for him considering how much he loved his daughter. I told him how I was now a junior at USC, and lived in the dorms, but still went home most weekends. I felt so comfortable talking to Michael, I hardly noticed how he now had one hand around my back holding my hip on the other side, and held my hand with the other. I felt uneasy looking where his hands were now, but when I looked back into his eyes, everything was fine. When he then leaned in and kissed me, I found myself melting into his arms. He led me into an empty room, one of the bathrooms, and we began to make out. Michael’s hands unbuttoned my blouse and caressed my breasts as we kissed. He then kissed his way down and began sucking and gently biting my nipples. Then one of his hands was under my skirt rubbing my wetness through my panties. When one of Michael’s large fingers slipped deep inside me as he bit my nipple, I began to cum. Oh my God! It was incredible how he had so easily brought me to orgasm that first time. Michael smiled, and moved up and began kissing me again. Then he held one of my hands against the now very large bulge in his pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out as we kissed. It felt so hard and big as I gently stroked it in my hands. His hands pushed lightly down on my shoulders, and I dropped down and sat on the lid of the toilet. My eyes widened as I finally saw his black dick for the first time. It was just a little longer than Brad’s had been (around 8”), but it was also very thick and uncircumcised. At first, I was a little embarrassed as I could not stop from softly moaning as I pulled back the foreskin and began to suck his large head into my mouth. The taste, the smell, and the feel of it throbbing in my mouth soon had me not caring though as I moaned aloud. My hands were holding his billiard-sized balls and gently squeezing as he held my head in his hands and pulled my mouth further over his long cock. Harder and harder he fed it to me until his balls smacked against my chin and his cum began to shoot down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but some of it dribbled down my chin and onto my breasts and stomach. By this time, someone was knocking on the door wanting to use the bathroom. We quickly cleaned up, dressed, and finally walked out the door. The two women waiting gave us a weird look, but Michael just led me out of the place to his car. He took me to his home where we spent the night exploring each other’s body. But as they say, that in itself is another story. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please feel free to give me your honest feedback below, or send email to the link below. Thank you; more parts to follow in future. Summer of Awakenings Ch. 03 I was living out my long-time fantasy/dream. Michael was driving me back to his place in his BMW to do whatever he wanted to me. I realized my jaw was a little sore from being force-fed my former teacher’s big dick. I actually had an orgasm while he did this to me, without even touching myself. I could still taste remnants of his cum in my mouth (delicious). Why, all of a sudden, was I a little worried? He is so much older than me (36 to my 20). What if I am not experienced enough for him? What if I embarrass myself? What if I am not as good as his ex-wife? Considering how thick Michael’s cock is compared to Brad’s, and the soreness in my jaw, how sore will my body be in the morning? I know all of this may sound a little childish, but that’s sort of how I felt around him. Michael parked in his garage and led me into his home. It was a large, two-story with a huge living room and fire place. Michael sensed my hesitancy, poured two glasses of wine, and led me to a sunroom in the back of the house. The backyard was large with an eight foot fence for privacy. There was a rather large in-ground swimming pool in the middle, which was surrounded by several deck chairs and some very beautiful landscaping. The sunroom had a table with four chairs on one side and a large Jacuzzi on the other. We sat and sipped our wine and Michael suggested a dip in the Jacuzzi. “That sounds like fun, but I do not have my bikini with me,” I said. Michael smiled and suggested that we wouldn’t need any swimming attire. For some reason, I was blushing while Michael slowly stripped in front of me. His body was so muscular and beautiful that I could not help but look it over. He began to laugh softly, and I realized I was staring at his cock and was still fully clothed. He then helped me out of my clothing and we stepped down into the Jacuzzi with our glasses of wine. After a couple of glasses of wine, I felt as though I could no longer contain my excitement. It was hard to keep looking him in the eyes as we talked. My eyes kept inevitably dropping down between his legs. Was he getting an erection, or was it simply the water playing tricks on my eyes. My concentration kept shifting from the conversation to thoughts of what the night would bring. Oh my God, how I wanted him so much! My mind was racing with what to say: How do I tell him how much I want him? Do men like/respect women who tell them these types of things? Should I try coming on to him, and if so, how? All of a sudden, I just blurted out, “Michael, I want you!” Michael smiled, and said, “I know you do Sun Suk, I want you to.” Then he leaned in and kissed me so tenderly. My hands instinctively dropped into the water and encircled his semi-hard cock. We kissed for awhile as Michael’s hands squeezed my breasts. He then leaned down and sucked and gently bit my nipples. He motioned for me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi while he moved his head between my legs. Michael began by gently kissing and ever so lightly licking my thighs and around the edges of my wet pussy. His hands were softly touching/tickling my breasts and stomach area. It was almost like he was teasing me, and I began getting anxious and wetter by the moment. Then he, ever so slowly and gently, ran his tongue from my asshole up the crack of my pussy to my clit. As he licked and sucked my clit, one of his fingers slid deep inside of me. “Oh God yes,” I moaned as my body began to shake. Michael only quickened the pace of his finger fucking me and his excellent tongue-work. I was now almost convulsing as the orgasm quaked through my body. He continued his assault until I finally had to pull away. My clitoris sometimes gets a little too sensitive after I have an orgasm from oral sex. We finished our wine and went upstairs to shower. I was like a scientist making a new discovery as I soaped up and studied every inch of Michael’s gorgeous body. By the time I was finished, his dick was hard as steel and sticking almost perfectly straight out from his body at a 90 degree angle. We stepped out of the shower, and he began to dry us off. I dropped down to my knees, pulled back the foreskin of his uncircumcised pole, and took him deep into my mouth. Michael stopped me in just a few minutes by taking my hands and pulling me to my feet. He kissed me deeply; his hands sliding down and squeezing my ass while my arms reached around his neck. He lifted me up, just below the curve in my ass cheeks, and sat me on the edge of the sink. The he rubbed the head of his glistening cock against the wetness of my pussy. The hesitancy I had felt in the car was gone now, my fear completely vanished. When Michael slowly pushed forward, I looked deeply into his eyes and said, “Fuck me!” He smiled and inch by inch he pushed his long cock inside me. At one point, it felt like he hit bottom. I guessed this was about the length Brad’s cock had been. I looked down to see a couple more inches of his cock still waiting to go inside, then back up to see Michael looking into my eyes. My pussy was already stretched wide to accommodate his thick prick, but I nodded as if to say I wanted all of him. Michael then lifted me up off the sink, and began to fuck me while standing up. This was a new and exciting position for me. I looked into the mirror to see us, and it was incredible how he was lifting me up and down on his long black pole. I remember how even more erotic it was seeing his sexy dark skin against my own light skin. I was so wet and feeling so good, I felt as though I was flying. Suddenly, I could feel my ass smacking lightly against his balls every time he slid me down. My first orgasm was overtaking me and I was moaning loudly. I thought I was going to pass out, but Michael finally stopped and sat me back down on the sink. My knees were a little wobbly, as Michael turned me around and bent me over the sink so we were both facing the mirror. My face went beet red when he said, “Sun Suk, I cannot believe what a lovely ass you have.” I could see him smiling in the mirror as he touched the head of his cock against my asshole. “Michael no,” I nearly screamed. It scared me a little when he said, “Perhaps another time,” but my fears quickly vanished as he slowly buried his cock back into my pussy. Michael’s hands grabbed my hips as he began to do me again. I was holding onto the sink tightly as my knees were still not very steady. Faster and faster he pounded me, his balls smacking loudly now against the backs of my legs. I was soon screaming in ecstasy as I came again, and still he continued his assault. Then Michael’s arms wrapped completely around my waist tightly as he fucked me harder and harder. It was to the point where it almost hurt, but soon I was cumming uncontrollably. His cock seemed to feel even longer and harder as he began to tense up, and I knew he was about to cum. “Please Michael, I want you in my mouth,” I quickly said. He pulled out and his first couple of spurts splashed against my breasts and my face, before I could quickly turn around, drop to my knees, and take him in my mouth. I greedily swallowed the rest of his tasty cum. We showered again, and Michael toweled us off before carrying me to his bed. I was already sore, but this time he was so gentle with me. He started out by gently massaging my body with baby oil from my neck down to my toes. I was so wet by the time he was done; I was begging him to fuck me again. I lied on my back as he covered my body with his and began to kiss me. Our tongues were playing together as his dick slipped deep inside me. Slowly this time, Michael made love to me. When my first orgasm quickly turned to my second and third, I remember thinking that deep inside me was exactly where his black cock belonged. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please vote below and feel free to send me your honest feedback at the link below. Thank you, and also let me know if you are interested in more parts to this story in the future. Summer of Awakenings Ch. 04 Living out a long-time fantasy was incredible, but trying to maintain a relationship quickly became difficult. Michael lived about two hours south of me for starters. With him teaching full-time at UCLA and me a full-time student at USC, it became difficult for us to get together very often. He had papers to grade and lectures to plan, and he was also trying to spend some time with his daughter who lived in San Diego. Meanwhile I was always busy studying trying to maintain my GPA above 3.0, as I had started thinking about attending graduate school after I got my bachelors degree. It seemed like we could only really get together about one time a month. One of the few weekends I found myself home alone without any school work to do, Michael had already made plans to spend it with his daughter. I almost felt jealous of her. I know this sounds a little crazy, but what I was really feeling was very lonely (and very horny). I was lounging around the house wearing an old tank top and a pair of cutoffs. I tried to relax and watch a movie on TV, but then a rather explicit sex scene came and I began playing with myself. I went and got one of the vibrators Brenda had given me a couple years earlier. I was very close to orgasm when the door bell rang. Damn! I quickly got myself together and opened the door to see Lake standing on the porch. Lake is a long-time friend of the family I have known since I first came to America. She is about ten years older than me, and lives close-by in the same housing development as I do. She is of Thai decent and came to America as a teenager. We really became close friends ever since my Mother had returned to Korea. Lake is only about 5 feet tall, weighs maybe 110 pounds, and has long, dyed blonde hair that flows down almost to her butt. She works out a lot and has a tight 32C-22-32 frame. When I first met Lake, she was only an "A" cup, but her husband of ten years talked her into breast enhancement surgery shortly after they were married. Her husband is an older, wealthy business man who is always traveling across the country to his different business offices. As a result, she is always coming by to visit. I enjoy her company and we have become close, almost like sisters. Lake must have been swimming in her pool that day as she was wearing a pink two-piece bikini with a lovely floral patune (Thai wrap worn like a skirt) over top and her hair was still wet. I invited her inside and welcomed her with a hug and kiss as always. Normally the kiss was simply a quick peck on the lips, but for some reason on this day it seemed almost electric. Our kiss only lasted a few seconds longer than normal, but I guess due to my state of sexual arousal, I felt myself wanting to kiss longer. I sensed that Lake felt the same way and, of course, my thoughts quickly turned back to my time with Brenda a couple of years earlier. We looked at each other a few moments rather awkwardly, but then simply went over and sat on the couch to watch TV and talk. It seemed crazy, but after all these years of being good friends, I found myself looking rather lustily over every inch of Lake's beautiful body as she spoke to me. When I came out of my daydream, I realized she was holding and asking me about my vibrator. Oh my God, I had forgotten to put it away. I quickly found myself blushing and trying to come up with some reason why it was on the couch and obviously wet. My head dropped almost in shame, but Lake pulled my chin up and she smiled at me. "I guess you are a little aroused today just as I am. It is nothing to be ashamed of my good friend," she said. Lake was one of the shyest women I knew until you got to know her. Then she would say anything almost "matter of factly" at anytime and place. Sometimes it could be a little embarrassing at public places (smile). She went on to tell me her husband was away again and would probably be gone for a few weeks this time. Then she said something I never knew before. Her and her husband rarely had sex anymore. Then she reached in her purse and pulled out her own vibrator and smiled. We had a good little laugh together as we checked out each others vibrator. "I've been meaning to tell you something very personal for quite some time now," Lake said. She started to say something else, but then blushed and stopped. I told her to go ahead, that we had been friends for a long time, and that she could say or ask anything of me. I thought she was going to cry, but then she started talking about me and how our relationship had become so important to her. She said even though I was younger than her, she looked up to me in a lot of ways. "You have been with five lovers and one was a woman, and now you even have a black boyfriend. I was a virgin when I met my husband, and he has to this day still been my only lover," Lake said. She also talked about my going on to college after high school and living on my own. She had moved out from her parent's home right into her husband's home. She even talked about how I dressed, and how I was some special, together woman of the 90s. I was speechless for a moment realizing she had just poured her heart out to me. "I look up to you more than you will ever know," I began. "You have been and are like a sister, a mother, a special friend, and now the best friend I have. I could not handle college, living on my own, or any of this if you weren't a part of my life. You must know how much I love you Lake." Then I hugged her and we had a good cry together. I don't remember who then kissed who first, but we were kissing. It was softly at first, but gradually it became harder, more passionate, and our tongues and bodies soon became intertwined the way paired ice skaters dance. Lake and I seemed to naturally sense what the other wanted as we made love. There was no awkward or shy feeling like I used to feel with Brenda a few years back. I had always wanted to explore her enhanced breasts as the doctor had done such a wonderful job. I now touched them and squeezed them as I gently sucked on and bit each nipple. Lake was breathing very loudly as I then kissed my way down over her tight stomach to her shaved pussy. I could sense she liked to be eaten gently almost teasingly. My instincts were correct, and I was quickly rewarded as her juices soon covered my face. Lake was so beautiful when she had an orgasm. She did not make much noise beyond a steady hum of moaning, but her body shook almost violently. I got this feeling she had given herself to me completely when I noticed she had tears in her eyes. I felt almost honored in a way just to be with her and I held her tightly in my arms. Lake then slowly tried to do the same for me. Her inexperience was highly overshadowed by the passion of her efforts and her instincts. At first, she simply copied what I had done. I think she sensed how I like my sex a little rougher than she does. As she played with my breasts softly almost like a massage, her gentle bites of my nipples soon turned hard. My orgasm began quickly, but slowly. When one of her hands then reached down and she slipped a finger inside of me, I was on fire. Then she moved her mouth down from my breasts to my pussy and she began to fuck me hard and deep with her tongue (she has a longer than average tongue, that's for sure). Her finger, wet with my juices, then slipped in my ass and mimicked her tongue. I began to cum almost like I do with Michael, over and over. We explored each other's bodies the rest of the evening and into the wee hours of the next morning. I was awoken the next morning by the phone ringing. It was Michael. He apologized for waking me, and then told me of the previous day spent with his daughter and of their plans for today. Then he asked me what I had done without him. I smiled and told him Lake and I had spent the day messing around the house. He told me he was happy I didn't have to spend the day alone. Then I felt hands reach around my back and begin playing with my breasts. Lake whispered in my other ear she was ready to learn more in the ways of female love. I told Michael to have a great day with his daughter and hung up the phone. Then I turned and began to kiss Lake good morning. I hope you enjoyed the story. Please vote and feel free to send me your honest feedback below. Thank you very much for your many inputs on possible future Sun Suk story lines. I think there may be another story or two including Sun Suk and Lake together in the future.