4 comments/ 12420 views/ 3 favorites The Letter From England By: G-String The letter arrived from England this morning. It contained a brief note "Gabby married so and so on such and such a day." It was posted by her mother. I called her Aunty Doris. At one point, I even called her mum as she treated me like a son. Two photos came with the letter. One showed Gabby in her wedding dress smiling shyly but beautifully at the camera. The other showed Gabby, again in her wedding dress, standing by her handsome bridegroom who was dressed in top hat and tail, in front of a Rolls Royce. I placed the photos and the letter back in the envelope and slipped it into my desk drawer. I sighed. With mixed feelings, I wish her a world of happiness from the bottom of my heart! ***** It started some seven years ago. It was almost a month after I arrived at the British university from Hong Kong. It'd been a long day at the campus and I was looking for a relaxed Friday evening with Bach in my dorm room. It was a typical day of 'Good English Weather', meaning: cold, damp and drizzling. I was queuing up for the bus outside the campus to return to my hall of residence a few miles away. "What's that?" There came a girl's voice behind me. I looked around just to make sure that she was talking to me. "Oh, it is Bach's... the Brandenburg Concertos. I borrowed them from the library. You probably wouldn't like them." I showed her the CDs and thought to myself "What do you know about classical music?" Then I looked at her - a short and slightly chubby girl of about 5'1", with a little snub nose, a head of messy curly light brown hair, wearing a burgundy corduroy jacket over a thick dark green woollen pullover, long denim skirt coming halfway down her shins, grey woollen stockings and tan leather deck shoes. I saw nothing that I fancied. It was as though she was determined to look as unattractive as possible to her lover. That was me by the way! "Well, actually they're my favourites. I like Concerto Number 2 the best." "Really?" I took a closer look at her. She had a pair of large brown eyes with tinges of grey and emerald. She was all smiling and friendly. I remembered seeing her in the lecture. "Hi, I'm Gabby. We attended Professor Cairn's lecture today." "Oh, yes. Hi, I'm Danny." She was the easiest person to talk to. During the bus trip, she learnt that I came from Hong Kong. We studied in the same faculty though specialising in different subjects. We both like classical music - Bach, Mozart... The bus trip suddenly turned out to be too short. She alighted two stops ahead of my hall of residence. I said goodbye but forgot to take down her phone number. But that turned out to be no problem at all. I saw her again on Monday morning in the campus when she came over and asked about the CDs. At the time, I tried to play sophisticated by comparing the version I borrowed with the interpretation by another conductor. Gabby's response was sincere and down-to-earth. She just liked the richly melodic music. And I suddenly felt ashamed for acting pompous. However, there was no sign of rebuke from her. At lunch, I went to the Student Union canteen. I bought a beef burger and ate at a quiet corner. Then I spotted Gabby talking to a group of friends from our faculty. She appeared the life and soul of the crowd. I found myself stealing glances at her throughout the lunch break. Later on that day, I found her at the bus stop and I awkwardly went up to her, trying to invent an excuse to chat her up. It turned out that was unnecessary. Because once she saw me, she started by asking if I was free that Wednesday night because she had invited a few friends over to her student house for a wine party. "Yes" I replied readily. On the following day, I waited for the right moment to catch her at the bus stop. I got off earlier with her with the excuse of buying something from the quiet town centre near her student house. I walked her back, carried her shopping but then realised that I didn't get whatever I was supposed to buy for myself. I didn't know if she spotted that but if she did, she said nothing. Came Wednesday, I was getting so excited about the party that I was really in no mood for the lectures and tutorials. By that time, I became acquainted with some of the others who were invited to Gabby's that night. After the last lecture, we each picked a bottle from an off-licence and arranged to meet at Gabby's place later that night. I remembered very little about the party, except that it was nice and friendly. It was around 10 p.m. We didn't want to be a nuisance to the others girls at her house and we decided to call it a night. "Hey Danny aren't you coming?" The last of them was standing at the kitchen backdoor, holding it open and waiting for me to join them. "You lot go ahead. I better stay and give Gabby a hand with this mess." I found it easier to make up an excuse when I was feeling a bit tipsy. They waived their goodbyes to Gabby and gave me the funny eyes. "There is really nothing that you need to..." she closed the door and started telling me that I needn't trouble but stopped in mid-sentence looking up into my eyes. "Gabby, I..." Over the past few days I became so very attracted to her. Now that I was half drunk I thought I could perhaps summon just enough courage to tell her that but I didn't. As she was still looking enquiringly at me, my face turned a shade redder than the wine induced glow. I didn't know what to say anymore and I just bent down to kiss her. There was a look of surprise in her emerald tinted eyes. "What was that for?" She asked and for a fraction of a second I felt like an idiot. I had never kissed a girl before and didn't know if I could do it without asking. But then just as suddenly, she smiled coyly, put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a passionate kiss. I remembered that kiss vividly and she tasted so sweet. Suddenly, I felt so happy as though all my prayers over the pass few days had been answered. I wasn't joking when I said that I was a bit tipsy and that kiss just took my breath and my strength away. I hugged Gabby and sat down at the nearest plastic chair, pulling her on my lap. We cuddled as we kissed. I didn't know how long we were there. During that time, a few girls from her house had opened the kitchen door, saw us and made their hasty retreats. Later, one or two just couldn't wait any longer. They came in, walked around us, fetched whatever they were looking for and left without saying a word. Gabby and I were glued together without once breaking the seal of our lips. All I remembered was that eventually Gabby had to push me out of that kitchen backdoor with one last goodnight kiss. We met the following morning in the campus and walked hand-in-hand to the lecture hall. We lunched together and later met to catch the bus. I didn't get off earlier as I had some urgent assignment to prepare for a tutorial the following day. We arranged to meet later that night at my place. After tea at the dining hall, I returned to my dorm room to hurry through my homework, because Gabby would be there any minute. It was just after half past eight when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there she was thick woollen scarf, overcoat and all. I let her in and discretely checked that no one else from my landing saw her arrival. I closed the door and tried to offer her tea or something but she saw that I was working. "Don't worry about me, just finish your work." She removed her coat and draped it over my divan bed. When she saw that I was still standing and waiting for her, she added, "Finish your work. Just do as you're told." I obeyed but switched on some light music for her. She sat in the single armchair and read a magazine she found. I hurried through my assignment and after about 15 minutes, I thought that would have to do. I put down my pen and said, "Done!" I didn't know what to expect but suddenly she turned so hot. She grinned and put down the magazine in the armchair. Then she came over to hug me and gave me a big wet kiss on tiptoes. That took me completely by surprise and I had an instant erection. I grabbed her and we ended up on top of my bed kissing. I wasn't drunk this time and she surely tasted so sweet! After a couple of minutes, my hands were getting restless. I came from an all-boy's school in Hong Kong. And you know boys bragged about what they would do to girls yet I never had a girlfriend. I was getting so excited that I was feeling expectant and amorous. Now I had this Gwei-mui (western girl) squashed under me on my very own bed! I grabbed her bum over her tight pair of denim jeans and started squeezing. My heart was already pumping furiously. I thought that any second she would push me away, or worse to slap me in the face. The rebuke didn't come. I took it as a good sign and I got bolder. Nervously, I worked my palms up her body. I had never touched a girl's breasts before and prayed that I would get lucky that day. Suddenly, my fingertips struck the wire under of her bra. Tentatively, I turned my palms by 90∘and I was suddenly in heaven! Her breasts were soft and bouncy, trapped under her beige linen blouse and bra. She was big as I spread my fingers but was still quite unable to catch it all. She gasped but otherwise showed no sign of rejection. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyelids were tightly pressed. I fondled all over her ample bosom as she trembled under me. She was beautiful! By that time, my manners had all deserted me. My palms swept to the centre of her blouse and my fingertips met to work on the buttons. She must have known what I was trying to do but she kept her eyes tightly shut and she was breathing heavily. Pop, pop... The first three buttons were undone despite my clumsiness and I caught my first glimpse of a live cleavage. I was so nervous yet excited that I could hardly breathe! I tried to slip my hands inside her blouse, to reach behind her for the hooks but there was just no room round her 32C, or D depending on the brand of brassieres she wore as I later found out. Feeling a bit frustrated, I retrieved my hands and tried reaching behind her back over the blouse. She raised her back ever so slightly to let my hands slip under her. Once I watched a film in which a man expertly unhooked the bra of his lover over a dress behind her back. Now was my chance to experiment. I planted a deep kiss on Gabby while my right thumb and forefinger squeezed at the hooks. I released the pressure a bit and found to my surprise that it actually worked! Gently not to alarm her, I let go of her bra strap and retrieved my hands while still kissing her. My hands found the flaps of her blouse and eased them open. I cupped her teen breasts over the bra. With a deep breath, I eased her loosened bra over her breasts and was instantly rewarded with her hidden treasures. They were full and rounded with taut pink areolas and nipples. I couldn't restrain myself as I kissed her left nipple. "Ooo..." Gabby shuddered and I felt her nipple hardening between my lips. I was going crazy in my head. I rolled the tip of my tongue round and round her left nipple and then the right one. "Oh! Mmm..." she squirmed and started to pant. After a while, I discovered that her right nipple was more erogenous as suckling on which brought on louder moaning. I kept fondling her magnificent breasts. My heart was pounding wildly. I heard that girls had reservations about men touching them down there, but I was feeling so expectant. I placed my hand at the zip of her jeans and asked. "Gabby, can I..." In retrospect, I felt foolish asking. "Danny, you can do anything..." red-faced, she nodded then added "...but that!" She looked timidly into my eyes then pressed her eyes tightly shut once more. She seemed so embarrassed giving me the permission to touch her pussy. Of course, it was instantly understood between us what she meant by "but that!" I popped the brass button of her jeans and slid down the zip. My hand slipped passed the elastic of her knickers over her soft tummy. My fingertips struck soft pubic curls a second later. My heart was pounding so furiously. My hand delved deeper into her knickers and another second later, I found her slit down there. My throat went bone-dry but she was so wet! "Mmm..." Gabby gasped for air as she moaned. I nearly spurted my load inside my jeans as I slid my fingertips over her dripping wet slit, spreading her pussy lips. Suddenly, I felt her hand reaching for the waistband of my jeans. My heart almost leaped out of my mouth when she slipped a dainty hand inside my y-front. Then her soft hand found and held my erection. Slowly, she began to stroke. No one had touched me there before. I stiffened and gritted my teeth, as the sensation was so strong particularly with the added stimulation of her slippery pussy folds gliding over my fingertips. My imagination ran wild. "Mmm..." I shuddered and suddenly, I was coming inside my jeans. I felt so embarrassed and just wanted to dig a hole to bury myself. Yet, Gabby didn't seem the least bit perturbed. She giggled, looked around, found the box of tissue papers on my bed stand, took a couple out and stuffed them inside my underpants. I was going to apologize... but for what? She did this to me! Now all I wanted to do was to return her the pleasure. "Gabby?" "You can do anything, but that!" She searched my eyes and replied nervously then she shut her eyes and turned her scarlet face away. I needed no prompting or instruction. I thought I had had ample sex education through reading girlie magazines. I kissed her lips softly then gently took a nipple in my mouth and began to suckle while the fingers of my right hand began to slide along her wet pussy folds and the tip of my forefinger started nudging at the little nub that must be her clit. I dared not poke my finger inside her pussy, as I didn't know if it would hurt. "HO!" She gasped and shivered but quickly bit her lip to suppress the noise. As I rolled my tongue around her bullet hard nipples and slid my fingers along her wet slit down there, she began to moan and hiss as she grinded her pussy against my hand down there. "Oh... mmm..." She was panting and her eyebrows suddenly furrowed. "Oh, HO!" She squealed and her body bugged against my hand that was trapped inside her tight jeans and knickers. I looked up at her while still nibbling her more sensitive nipple. Her eyeballs were fluttering behind her tightly pressed eyelids as a pink flush quickly spread down to her ample teen breasts while her whole body went through a violent convulsion. "Gabby, you're so lovely." I whispered when her shuddering finally died down. Her cheeks were flushed crimson. She didn't say a word. Her smiling eyes held my gaze when she reached up and gave me a big kiss. "When... I mean how did you do that?" She asked when she realised that her bra was unhooked and lifted under her chin. I just grinned at her. "Gabby, are you a virgin?" I was so flustered by what had just taken place that I forgot my manners and asked her boldly. Coyly, she nodded. "Did you come?" I knew it was a stupid question but I had to know. Again she nodded and grinned shyly, her face beetroot. I suppressed the urge to ask her the third and fourth questions. At the time, I would really like to know if that was her first orgasm and how did she learn to jerk off a man. I guessed that I was never going to find out the answers. "I love you, Gabby." She smiled ever so sweetly as she began to tidy her clothes. It was getting late and I better walk her back. As we were ready to go, I discovered that I had forgotten to lock my room door. It was a miracle that nobody had barged in when we... Hand-in-hand, we strolled back to her house that was 15 minutes away, all the while feeling the wad of tissue papers inside my underpants. She waved once after our goodbye kiss and gently clicked the door shut. As I turned to walk back to my hall, I could restrain the urge no longer. I picked my right hand out of my jacket pocket and took a deep sniff, savouring the scent of Gabby's virgin pussy. Next morning when we met at the campus, Gabby gave me a peck on my cheek and I was so chuff with myself. That night, Gabby came to visit me again. The reason was simple. She had a roommate while I had my own room. The first thing I did was to lock my room door. "Danny." "Yeah?" "Remember, you can do anything but that! Promised?" I nodded. Then everything seemed to be happening at once, but that! We kissed amorously and started stripping each other. It was snowing outside and the heating in my room was insufficient, as I always left a small window open for ventilation. At the time, I was still unused to central heating and had wanted a bit of fresh air. As a result, by the time we greeted each other in our birthday suits, we were goose-pimpled and her nipples were sticking out lewdly on her magnificent breasts. Gabby blushed furiously, perhaps because she knew she was a little plump but that was hardly the matter to me. "Oh My God!" I exclaimed as I leered unashamedly at her bouncy teen breasts. "Don't Danny." She was all red as screwed her eyes like a little child and that childlike gesture I later grew so fond of. Quickly, she slipped into my bed. Then it was her turn to play devil. "Oh My God, Oh My God! Look at that!" She stared at my erection that was pointing accusingly at her. I went beetroot and was suddenly unsure of myself. Somewhere along, I heard that western guys had bigger cocks and mine was just so so! "Come here, don't get cold you silly bugger!" Gabby raised a corner of the blanket, giving me a peek of her goodies. I needed no prompting and slipped quickly beside her in the small bed. Her body felt so warm, so soft and so silky smooth that I just couldn't keep my hand still. I flipped on top of her, as I explored her virgin body. I didn't know whether it was the experience the night before or what but she didn't touch my cock, not at once. Instead, her soft hands started fondling my butt clefts and her touches felt so warm and sensuous, sending wild excitement up and down my spine. I was sure that if she grabbed my cock and stroke, I wouldn't last very long. In any case, I was very busy by then. I raised myself a bit and gazed longingly down at her lovely breasts. Yesterday, they were partly covered but now they were revealed to me in their full glories. "Gabby, they are beautiful!" And she blushed a shade deeper. "I hope that they were a bit smaller." Came her shy reply. "Why?" "They are an embarrassment." "Don't be silly. " As I closed my moist lips on her nipple, she shuddered and used the back of her small hand to muffle a moan. Then I just lost myself among this pair of perfect knockers, kissing, suckling and squeezing. "Gently!" "Did, I hurt you?" She nodded but there was no hint of anger, just pleading me to be gentler with her. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't know." She grinned suddenly. I guessed she just found out that, like her, I was also a virgin and was inexperienced. "It's a bit tender," her finger indicated her engorged nipples. "If you kiss them too hard then they get a bit sore." "I'm sorry." I felt like a brute and it must have shown. "Don't worry. You can kiss me better." With that she pulled me to her and we were at once locked in a big wet kiss. As I felt her tongue slithering around mine, my cock jumped and was suddenly nudging at her down there. Quickly, her hand grabbed it and pointed it away from her love entrance as we continued kissing. "Gabby?" "Hm? "Everything?" "Everything, but that!" Alarmed, she stared solemnly into my eyes. I nodded as my kisses started descending her body like butterflies, at her depilated armpits when she giggled, all around her magnificent breasts when she sighed and down her soft tummy when she started writhing about in bed. Finally, they came to her pubic curls. Well, there was no point shying away, I knew I was dying for a taste of Gabby's pussy. The aroma coming from her sex was so inviting. I parted her fluffs with my fingers as my tongue slithered along her slit. She was so very wet down there and she tasted like a delicious oyster! The Letter From England "Ssss..." She hissed at the first contact of the tip of my tongue and she squirmed as I tried to slither its way in her pussy. She stiffened and her thighs suddenly clammed up holding my head like a vice. I didn't know whether it was her way of saying no but it didn't seem like it, because she seemed to be quivering with pleasure. So, with a little bit of force, I prised her thighs open just as the tip of my tongue flicked over her clit. "Ahh!" She squirmed. I was so nervous and wondered if I had been a brute and perhaps hurt her again. But I needn't worry, because the next thing she did was to grab my head with both of her hands and pulled me right at her pussy. I grinned as I started lapping up her nectar that by then was free flowing from her intimate place. When I flicked my tongue over her clit again, Gabby suddenly bugged her hips, knocking her pelvis against me as she gasped. "Oh... Oh..." I wasn't prepared for the jerky movement as she knocked against and probably split the inside of my upper lip against my teeth. I tasted my own blood but that hardly mattered, as I wanted Gabby to have the most earth-shattering orgasm in the world. I continued to lap at her pussy, savouring every last drop of her nectar as she continued to bug and squirm, bug and squirm right in front of me. It seemed to last forever. But her convulsions gradually died down to spasmodic quivering when she pulled me up and hugged me. "Aren't you clever?" After she caught her breaths back, she screwed that childlike eyes of hers again and said, "There are women who had difficulty reaching a climax but you made me..." She blushed suddenly. "Is that so, and how did not know?" "Well, I read it in some journals." She didn't say anymore at that point and I didn't pry. But she later told me that she and "the girls at school" had read some sort of medical/sex journal in the library to learn about these things and had a few giggles. "Danny." She said in a soft voice as her small hand reached for my hard cock. I raised myself a little over her warm tummy to give her room to manoeuvre. She smiled, averted my gaze as she began to stroke. My God, it felt so good as her soft palm slid up and down my cock. I was still on top of her and I inched my hard cock a little towards her pussy. I could easily overpower and take her that I had no doubt. But she was such a sweet girl that I would never force myself upon her. However, when my cock nudged against her vulva she froze. "Danny, no!" "Gabby, I already promised. I just want to rub against you down there, to find out what it feels like." Again, I gave away the fact that I had never been with a girl before but she probably didn't catch it this time for she was so scared. "No, please!" "Yes, please Gabby. I promised. Or don't you trust me." "It's not that. I... I..." As she was still hesitating, I rubbed my cock-knob against her opening a couple of times just to feel how warm and slippery she was down there. But she froze and stared at me, absolutely petrified. Feeling dejected, I sighed, rolled over and lay on my back next to her. Although I knew that she was worried, at the same time I was disappointed that she did not trust me. "Danny." I didn't reply. "Danny, I really want to have a band of gold on this finger before we do that." She said almost apologetically. "Yes, Gabby. I'm sorry but I already promised you that I wouldn't overstep." "Danny." I looked at her sweet almost childlike face as she leaned over to kiss me. Her right breast squashed against my chest as her soft hand grabbed my semi-deflated cock and began to stroke. A voice suddenly screamed inside my head, scolding me for acting like a jerk. I kissed her back with a renewed passion as she began to quicken her stroke. This time, in her eagerness to please me, she was a bit rough causing me a little pain. I wrapped my hand over hers to show her the tempo. She caught on quickly and soon I was panting. "Oh, Gabby... Oh!" I screwed my eyes as an electric current ran down my spine. I shuddered and shot a big load all over my belly. It had never felt so good before. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Gabby was surveying her handiwork. "Wow, I didn't know it would be that much." She said and giggled. "Well, it's all your fault." She smirked grabbed some tissue papers and began to wipe her hand and me clean. "I love you Danny!" She whispered in my ear and kissed me as she reached over to throw the tissue papers into the wastebasket. "Gabby, can you stay for the night?" She thought for a bit, smiled and nodded. Gently, I pulled the blanket over us and I hugged her. We didn't say anything else as we tried to savour our moment of togetherness, our very first night. However, after almost 30 minutes we still couldn't sleep as my arm was trapped under her body and it went numb, no doubt also causing her discomfort. We had so much to learn! Reluctantly, I retrieved my arm. "Goodnight, Gabby." "Goodnight, Danny." We kissed and quickly fell asleep in my very cramped bed. From then on, we were inseparable. With her sweet and sincere personality, she was quickly embraced by the Chinese community at our university. I became a regular guest at her student house, particularly over the weekends when I would skip food in the hall and went over to hers. Every time, she prepared something new and delicious for us, sometimes her housemates would join us. She turned out to be an excellent cook. Yet, I must say that the most delicious taste she offered was still her pussy! Once during her period, I said I would like to eat her pussy. She demurred and said that I mustn't. But it was one of those rare occasions that I simply ignored her command. We were in her bedroom. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend and some of her housemates were sitting and chatting at the back garden while catching a bit of sun, just outside Gabby's window. If any of them stood up and looked in through that open window, they would no doubt see Gabby lying on her bed, her dress pulled above her waist, her knickers with a soiled sanitary towel dangling round one of her ankles on the floor, her other foot was pressing hard onto my back between the shoulder blades as her orgasm drew near; and I had my head buried between her splayed thighs, lapping away like a little puppy. And my god, she came so abundantly that she had to bite hard on her knuckles to suppress her squeal of pleasure. When it was over, she picked up her knickers stealthily, changed the soiled padding and made herself decent. Just as I was going to unlock the door, she grabbed me and used her facecloth to wipe away whatever telltale sign was on my chin. Then we just joined her housemates in the garden. I thought we were very cool. But we just couldn't be sure if some of the girls had sneaked a peek through the window and saw us! I respected her "but that" rule in bed and gradually she grew to trust me and let me rub outside her pussy. When we did that, I felt so close to her and wished that soon after graduation I would be able to put that band of gold around her finger and made love to her properly, to take care of her and to live together happily ever after with her. During the interim months, she took me home to see her mum and dad one weekend. Aunty Doris took an instant liking on me while Uncle Alfred quietly appraised me and offered me a scotch. They showed me round to their friends and neighbours and I also got to see some of "the girls" from Gabby's school. Her friends congratulated her and said I was handsome for I didn't have slanted eyes like most Chinese. I supposed that was their seal of approval. By the time we were to leave for the university, Uncle Alfred and Aunty Doris asked me to come and stay over the summer holiday. I sighed in relief as I just leaped over a big hurdle. Summer approached and Gabby came and stayed over one Saturday night. We kissed and made passionate love, abiding by her "but that" rule. By about midnight we were both so exhausted and satisfied that we fell asleep in each other's arm naked in bed. I was woken up by some noise at around 8:30 on Sunday morning. I listened and it was bed creaking right above me. Shortly after, I heard the howling of Cathy, Chris' blonde girlfriend. "Mmm... Mmm..." Not long, Gabby woke and asked, "What was that?" "I think Cathy and Chris are having a good time." I pointed at the ceiling. As I said that, I already sported a massive erection. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm..." It was not the first time I heard them, but Cathy was unusually noisy that morning. Her moaning was getting more and more persistent as the bed creaking gathered momentum. "OH!" There was a brief pause. "ARRHH! HA! HAAAA!" Cathy was suddenly squealing at the top of her lung. Rapid bed creaking continued for brief moments then it was all quiet. "Bless you Chris." I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt Gabby's hand on my erection. Pre-cum was oozing from my cock-knob, smearing onto her soft little hand. "Danny, you're are so excited!" "Aren't you too?" I leaned across to kiss her already hugely engorged nipples. She blushed as she gazed timidly into my eyes. "Danny." "Yes, Gabby?" She said in such a faint voice that I didn't catch it and had to ask her to repeat it. "Take me, Danny." She said in a soft quivering voice and her face was scarlet. What she said was so unexpected it sent a shock through my system. "Gabby, are you sure?" She nodded and said, "You are going to hurt me one day, anyway. You may as well do it now." As I was still thinking, Gabby added, "Do it now before I... I want you to do it now." My heart was thumping madly. I kissed her and thought that I had always wanted her but I always abided by her "but that" rule. But now, making love to Gabby without that band of gold? Suddenly, it felt like something was missing. Gabby grabbed my cock and pulled it to her. "Come on, Danny. Make love to me." She said softly. If I had waited another second Gabby would start begging me and I couldn't do that to her. Anyway, our sexual relationship had to be consummated one day, so why couldn't we have our first time now. I was ready to take up the commitment on Gabby. I kissed her, whispered in her ear that I loved her and spread her legs. Although I hadn't done anything, she was already dripping wet down there and her pussy lips seemed to be giving me the welcoming smile. I positioned myself and nudged my cock-knob at her pink opening. She cringed as I tried to push it in a little. At that moment, I didn't know whether she or I was more scared. "All right, Gabby?" She took a deep breath then nodded bravely. But in fact she was shivering all over. Cautiously, I pushed a little and saw my cock-knob slipping into her tight wet pussy. All of a sudden, she screwed her eyes and her jaw quivered. I stopped and almost pulled out when I saw that she was already in pain. But then her hot pussy seemed to draw me deeper into her like a magnet. As I slowly inched into her, her eyebrows furrowed, then she gritted her teeth, but I was only halfway in. I paused for a while then tried to push a little. "Sss..." She hissed as a big drop of tear suddenly rolled down the corner of her eye. It almost broke my heart. But then all so suddenly, I seemed to have gained entry, as I burrowed deeper and deeper inside her tightness until our pubes finally crushed against each other. I sighed in relief and had to pause for a rest as her tight hot pussy was sending a weird signal through my cock-knob, as though she was trying to milk me for cum. Oh Christ, not yet! I was not ready to give you a baby! Later, but not now! When I got my breath under control, I wanted to ask Gabby if she was all right. Instead, I whispered that I love her. Although her eyes were tightly shut, she smiled back amid deep panting. Slowly, I began to slide in and out of her slippery tight sheath, loving her properly for the first time. Although she still gritted her teeth when I pushed, I saw a faint smile on her lips and she kept nodding her head as if encouraging me to carry on. I grounded against her pussy again and again. It felt really good inside her. "Oh, I love you so much Gabby!" She nodded then opened her eyes and gazed longingly at me. It was just too much. I hissed and knew that I couldn't hold back much longer. "Gabby, I think that I'm..." She nodded, kissed me and held my gaze as I quickened my pace. For the first time, my bed creaked loudly all over the landing until I could hold back no more. When I felt a little tingling in my balls, I pulled out immediately and shot a hot load all over her soft tummy. I knew that Gabby hadn't come. Yet, she was smiling through her tears. "Oh Gabby, I am so sorry." She shook her head, held my cheeks in her hands and smothered me with kisses. "I'm yours now." She looked timidly into my eyes then she hugged me tightly. And suddenly I felt so proud that I made a man and a woman of us. After vowing my love for her again and again, I got up to inspect the damage. There was a big puddle of cum, mixed with streaks of pink on her tummy. A faint stream of blood was seeping from her pussy lips. I wanted to kiss it but I had another idea. I got up, my spent cock dangling as I took a white linen handkerchief from my wardrobe and started to clean her pussy. "Danny, you soiled your hankie. Why not use some paper tissues?" "Gabby, it's an ancient Chinese tradition. On wedding night after the couple had been naughty, the bridegroom would use a piece of white cloth to wipe away the virgin blood from his bride. In Chinese, it's called "red-dropping". Then on the morning after, he would parade his wife in front of his parents and show them the cloth as proof of his wife's chastity." "Is that so?" "Yes, Gabby. One day when I take you home, I shall show this to my mum and dad to say that you're a very good girl." "Don't you dare showing it to anybody! Let me throw it away." She tried to snatch it away. "Not a chance. I would always treasure it and guard it with my life, Gabby." "It's so embarrassing. You're not really going to show it to your mum and dad, are you?" "No," I shook my head and grinned, "but I am going to keep it." I give her a big kiss, stashed the treasured linen away and used some tissue papers to wipe away the puddle of cum streaked with her red-dropping. Then I rejoined her in bed as we kissed and cuddled and actually slept for a bit before waking up again just before noon. From that day, I insisted on teaching her Cantonese. When we were along, she was to call me "Lo Kung" (hubby) and I her "Lo Poh". Our shopping would sometime include a discrete box of Durex, but it was my duty to get it, as she would shy away and waited for me outside the pharmacy. We spent time in the library to read about sex and pregnancy to learn when it would be safe to go all the way without the bother of a condom when our mutual orgasms would be most intense. We were probably the happiest couple in the university and things just seemed too good to be true. Graduation came and her parents took lots and lots of pictures of us together. Then the problem came. My student visa had just two months left and I couldn't find a job. I had already obtained an extension of stay and there would not be another one. Without resident status, I had to leave. Of course, if Gabby and I got married then I could stay. But what would I do then? Although Gabby had a very promising job, I would not live on her earnings. It was just not what we wanted. I recalled the last time I saw her. She shared a house with a few girls away from home in her town at work. She and I knew exactly how it all was going to end. I packed a sports bag for a weekend visit. She tried to pull a brave face and showed me around town, places to visits and where her office was. We lay side by side in bed but we did not make love. It was not like we wanted one last big bang. We felt so sad. A part of me already died! On Monday morning, she cooked some bacon and sausages, my favourites. "Danny, I think it's will be a very long time before I can cook for you again." I almost cried but I pulled a grin and said, "I love your beacon and sausage, Gabby." "I know." After breakfast, she had to leave in a hurry or she would be late for work. The night before, we decided that we would say goodbye at her house. So we hugged, we kissed, pulled a brave face and exchanged our goodbyes. Then she quietly slipped outside and closed the door. The second the door clicked shut I felt tears streaming down my face. I waited for perhaps half a minute for she to get out of earshot before I started screaming, "Why? Why? Why?" as I headed for her room to pack my bag. At the time I didn't know there was another girl in the house, until I heard noises from her room. I stopped screaming, wiped tears from my face and I packed hurriedly and left. I took the bus to the town centre and stood quietly at a street corner across her office, trying to steal one last private moment to be near her. "Goodbye Gabby. I love you! I really hope..." I couldn't finish the sentence as my eyes were brimming with tears. I turned and walked two blocks to the station to catch a coach home, to my miserable rented room, to do the final packing as I was due to fly back to Hong Kong in two days. We exchanged letters, averaging once every week for the first six months. We shared news about her work and friends at the office, my job hunting and then my employment on probation. She was doing really well over there. Then the letters became less frequent, but still at least once a month. About a year later, I got a letter from her in which she proposed marriage. She said that she was prepared to leave her job and came to live with me in Hong Kong. You couldn't imagine how happy I felt when I read that letter, but how very sad when I later composed my reply. She really had something going for her over there. But what would she do in Hong Kong, away from a promising career, her friends and family. Knowing Gabby so well, she would be miserable living in Hong Kong. As carefully and sincerely, I composed my reply to turn her down. Sadly, I never got another letter from her. Although I wrote to her again and again, to share news of my work, then to apologize and tried to appeal to her reasoning, which was her strong side, I never heard a word from her again, until the letter from Aunty Doris this morning. In a sense, I was happy that Gabby found happiness. In a perverted sort of way, I hoped that my letter turning her down had somehow contributed to her happiness today. I went to my wardrobe, dug out a neat little packet that contained a stained white linen handkerchief. "Oh Gabby, I loved you so much. I really hoped that I could slip that band of gold..." I couldn't finish the sentence as my eyes were once again brimming with tears. She once said that I could do anything, but that. Now, it came back to mock me. I had done everything, except marrying her. And that I realised was what I truly wanted to do. But now that was never going to happen. Quietly, I slipped the little packet down the chute without opening it for one last look. She belonged to someone else now, someone who loved her, someone she loved. I wiped the wetness off my cheeks, went back to my desk and wrote a short letter thanking Aunty Doris.