Chapter 2

When I woke up, I could hear the shower running, and Hana wasn’t in bed. I laid back and just relaxed for a moment, thinking about how we met. Back when I was 19, I was a delivery boy for a local sub shop, and she was a student on the college campus where that particular shop was located. One day, I got a delivery to her, and called the phone number on the ticket to tell her I was at her apartment building, so she could come get her food. She did, and left me a five dollar tip. This was so out of the ordinary that I gave her a hug and thanked her.

Twenty minutes later, while I was on another delivery, I got a text saying “FYI: you’re cute. I’d have tipped you a ten if I’d had more cash.”

That was all I needed to start a conversation, and we texted for the rest of my shift, until I went over after work and we hung out for the night. That was 7 years ago. She was so cute, and I’d never been with anyone who wasn’t white before, let alone from India. Well, Indiana at least. Either way, it turned out not to be that much of a barrier. Sure, some people in her community weren’t so happy that she was with a white man, and she had some rude friends, but overall, it wasn’t much of an issue, because my family accepted her with open arms, and her family wasn’t racist about it. Within 6 months, I was head over heels for my brown beauty, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Vacations, trips to see people we met on xbox(did I mention I got her to start playing call of duty with me? Most awesome girlfriend ever.), dinners with my family, movies, weekly date nights, and the list goes on.

As I laid on the bed just smiling and reminiscing, I realized that I was an idiot for not getting up when I heard the shower running. “Think back later you big idiot!” my morning wood said. “Good idea little buddy.” I thought back, and climbed out of bed to join Hana in the shower.

I pushed the bathroom door open silently, and could hear Hana humming in the shower one of her favorite songs. Something by Lana Del Rey, I think her name is. Don’t quote me, it’s not my job to know things like that. Anyways, she didn’t hear me come in, and as I walked to the shower door, I let my shorts fall to the floor, and started to slide the shower door open. She was washing her hair, and had her eyes closed, so I managed to get in behind her without her hearing me. I waited for her to finish rinsing, so I wouldn’t be kissing soap, and I slipped my arms around the front of her body, my left hand going to her left breast, and my right sliding down to her clit, while I nuzzled my lips up against her neck, and gently started rubbing her nipple and clit, and nibbling at her neck.

At first, she gasped in surprise, but then moaned in pleasure as I bit higher on her neck, taking as little skin as possible into my mouth, for maximum pain and pleasure. She loves it. As I continued what I was doing, she reached her right hand around behind her to stroke my stiff member, and her left up around my neck to pull me in closer.