This series is about my journey, combined with some fantasy, and I hope you enjoy it.
I came to the US in 2013 for my Master’s degree. I had never been to the country before, and I had often imagined what the campus would look like and how the people would interact with me. However, I never could have predicted how this experience would change my life, especially my personal and sexual relationships.
Everything started with a college program designed to help international students adjust to American life. I was matched with a local family and visited them every month. My host was an older gentleman named Lou, a vegetarian in his 60s who lived with his twenty-year-old daughter, Grace. The first time Lou invited me over, Grace wasn’t there. Lou and I spent the evening cooking pesto spaghetti and chatting about my major and my plans after graduation. He told me Grace was at another college in town and was away on a trip with her boyfriend.
Lou mentioned that his wife had passed away a few years prior, and he had raised Grace alone ever since. He was eager to introduce us next time. I told him I’d be happy to meet her and offered to help her with classes or language learning if she ever needed it.
Two weeks later, Lou invited me back for Friday dinner. This time, Grace would be there. I picked up some colorful flowers and a chocolate melting cake. When I knocked, a girl with curly blonde hair and a big smile opened the door.
“Hi Kevin, nice to meet you. I’m Grace,” she said, reaching out to shake my hand.
She was wearing a light blue summer dress that showed off her slender figure. She invited me in, and we joined Lou in the living room before sitting down to eat. Grace was incredibly friendly. We talked about our interests and my life in the US so far. I found her charming, curious, and intelligent. After dinner, Lou offered to do the dishes so Grace and I could keep talking on the couch.
She asked me about my childhood and my home country. In return, I asked about her college life and her recent trip. She said it was fun, but I noticed a slight frown. When I asked if she was okay, she hesitated.
“My boyfriend and I had some disagreements during the trip,” she admitted. “We ended up not speaking to each other by the end of it.” I offered her some comfort, feeling sorry that her trip had ended that way. She asked if I’d had many girlfriends before, wanting a guy’s perspective on relationship issues. I told her that while I’d had a few relationships, communication and understanding were always the most important parts. She seemed to appreciate the advice.
When Lou joined us later, he spoke about how much he missed his late wife. Grace looked at him with a sad, sweet expression. They told me I was the first student they had hosted, and they were glad to have me. I felt a deep connection forming, especially with Grace.
Two weeks later, Lou invited me over early. He had to go grocery shopping and asked if I could keep Grace company because she had been feeling down lately. I brought some snacks from my home country to cheer her up. Grace greeted me at the door with a melancholy smile. Once Lou left, we sat in the backyard, listening to the birds. She opened up more about her boyfriend, explaining that she felt confused and hurt by his recent behavior.
“Sometimes relationships are just like that,” I told her. “It’s important to communicate openly. Guys at this age often haven’t developed much emotional intelligence yet.”
She looked at me curiously and asked, “Then how did you learn it?”
I laughed nervously. “I don’t know. I guess I just try to pay attention to what people are feeling.”
“You must be some kind of magician!” she joked. The atmosphere relaxed instantly. Later that night, while Lou was upstairs, Grace turned to me with a vulnerable look in her eyes.
“Kevin, can I have a hug?” she asked softly. “I feel really lonely and I really need one.” I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate, but seeing her upset, I opened my arms. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest.
A week later, I received another email from Lou’s account, but when I arrived, only Grace was there. She confessed that she was the one who had emailed me. Lou was actually out of town, and she wanted to see me privately. She told me she had tried to talk to her boyfriend using my advice, but things had taken a strange turn. “He wanted me to do something for him to make up for our fight,” she whispered.
“What did he want?” I asked.
“He wanted me to have sex with him as an apology,” she said, looking conflicted. I told her that sex should never be used as a way to say sorry. She agreed and said they had argued again because she refused.
“Why can’t he behave like you?” she asked. “You always treat me with respect.” She looked at me intensely. “Kevin, I trust you so much. I just don’t know where my relationship is going.”
I tried to tell her that ups and downs are normal, but she suddenly pulled me into a hug. She looked into my eyes and, without a word, pressed her lips against mine. I was taken aback, but soon I was responding, feeling her heart beat against my chest.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered when we pulled apart. We decided to order pizza and watch TV. Despite the casual plan, the air between us had completely changed.
When it was time for me to leave, Grace led me toward her bedroom. The very second she led me into her bedroom, she closed the door and turned to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. This time, I didn’t resist and we embraced each other tightly. We began to kiss deeper as I used my tongue to pry her mouth open, and she responded with a hungry tongue of her own.
Grace began to unbutton my shirt with shaking hands, and I helped her slide the dress off her shoulders. We stood there in our underwear, looking at each other with pure desire. I could see what she really wanted; she said she wanted to feel me inside her. We slowly shed our last layers and stood naked, the heat of our bodies radiating between us.
My hardness was growing, standing tall between Grace’s legs. I felt a flash of embarrassment, but she just smiled and took my hand, guiding it to her wetness. She was already soaking. She began to gently stroke my length, her fingers coating me in her own juices. I reached down to explore her, feeling how slick and ready she was.
We moved to the bed and lay down, our bodies entwined. I was on top, kissing Grace from top to bottom. I bit her earlobes and nibbled her neck, making her shiver. I moved down to her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. Grace moaned loudly, her hands gripping my hair as I continued to pleasure her.
I moved down further, kissing her stomach and inner thighs. I could see the wetness glistening between her legs. Grace stopped me for a second and asked, “Are you sure about this? Do you want to taste me? My boyfriend never did that and said he doesn’t like it.” I said nothing, but opened her legs wider and used my tongue to split her folds.
Grace gasped and arched her back as I licked her clit, circling it before pushing my tongue deep into her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her deeper. She tasted amazing. I licked all the juices and sucked on her clit until her legs began to shake and cross.
“Kevin, don’t stop, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she screamed. She had a long, shuddering moan and collapsed into the pillows. I climbed back up to kiss her as she whispered, “Thank you Kevin, that was amazing. Now it’s your turn.”
I put on a condom and pushed into her, feeling her tightness embrace me as we moved in a feverish rhythm, the pleasure mounting until we both reached a climax. We lay there cuddling for a while, laughing softly. “Maybe I just hadn’t found the right guy before.” She winked as I got dressed to leave.
Over the next few months, our secret relationship continued. Sometimes it was a quick encounter before Lou got home; other times we just cuddled on the couch. She still stayed with her boyfriend, and I respected her choice to remain his friend and more.
In September, Lou told me Grace was moving to another city for an internship. He invited me for one last brunch. The atmosphere was heavy with the knowledge that she was leaving soon. When Lou left to meet friends, we were finally alone.
“I’m really going to miss you, Kevin,” she said sadly. I promised we would stay in touch. She led me to the couch, wanting to make our last moments together special.
“I want to give you something to remember,” she whispered. Grace looked me in the eyes and put her mouth around my stiff cock. I didn’t know she was that good; her lips wrapped tight around the head while she moved up and down my shaft. She created a vacuum, using her teeth to gently graze the skin. She tried to go deeper, almost choking on me.
“I’m sorry Kevin, I can’t go deeper,” she whispered. I told her it was okay, that her mouth felt incredible already. But I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to take her to the bedroom, but she refused. “No, Kevin, I want you to fuck me right here. Our last time should be more fun.”
I put on a condom and dragged her legs toward me, sliding my stick into her. This time she screamed. She wasn’t gentle anymore. She shouted, “Ah yes! Kevin, please pound me as hard as you can! Fuck me harder and harder! You make me feel so good, you’re so much better than my shitty boyfriend! You fuck me so good, I want you to use me one last time as your cum bucket!”
I never knew Grace was this slutty and good at dirty talk. We tried different positions on the couch, the kitchen counter, and even the backyard. As I got close to my limit, she pushed me out and grabbed the tip of the condom.
“I want you to fuck me raw and cum inside my pussy,” she ordered. I followed her command, sliding my bare cock into the deepest part of her. “Oh my God, Kevin, you feel even better with nothing between us! Dump your cum into my hole. I want to keep your seed as my best gift.”
We looked into each other’s eyes as I hammered into her, her pussy squeezing me tight. We shouted dirty words at each other until I finally came deep inside her. As I pulled out, a small amount leaked. Grace scooped it up and put it in her mouth, smiling at me.
“Ha, it was sweet. So delicious.”
We cleaned up just before Lou returned. At the door, we hugged one last time. I still see Lou every month, but I haven’t had the chance to see Grace again since that day.
