This is the final of 3 parts. Part 1(long) and Part 2 are linked just for any review. If you want a short recap: Aiko is a female Japanese exchange student, currently cheating on her boyfriend with me, 5'1, nice ass. I'm 6'0, work out somewhat frequently, average cock. We're both 21.

I don't remember our 3rd meeting being planned. It seemed like it happened somewhat spontaneously, with her coming over randomly. Whatever the reason may be, I knew what I wanted to happen. She knew what she wanted. We both started making out shortly after she arrived. Roommates were out for the morning, which was nice.

One of the weirdest coincidences, and I'm not sure that she meant it to be this way, is that our makeout sessions and our sex sessions mirrored each other quite closely. Times of day were the same, the second time is when my roommate kinda caught us, the third time is what led to - well, you'll find out at the end of this story.

We rolled around in bed, as our makeout session was super playful today. I held her close to me and, as she loved to do, she nibbled on my earlobes. I never got why she did it, but it made her happy, so I was ok with it. She was wearing a pleated skirt and that made it easy to grab her ass. I remember being a bit bolder and even spanked her a little. She looked into my eyes with that smirk stretched across her face - a mix of horny, tease, and pleasure.

Our stripping was slower this time around. I believe it was because we knew we had more time, but I also learned that I liked more foreplay. Our second session together was fast, unrelenting, with total focus on just to fuck. This one felt like a middle ground between the first and third.

The daylight seeped in through the blinds as our bodies intertwined with one another. I took off her shirt, always with a black bra underneath, and she threw off my shirt, before kissing all the way down my stomach. When she reached my pants, she slowly slid them down too. I could feel her hot breath right over my cock as she looked at how hard it was already. She definitely led this time, as she swung her legs over mine, mounted my lap and ground against the thin layers of underwear. Our kissing got more intense, but not quicker. It was just a bit of tongue, just the right tempo. I held her face as our hips rocked together, feeling her pussy rub right against my even stiffer cock. It was divine and I enjoyed every second of bliss in this position.

She sat up, releasing our lips, and was more aggressively grinding now, her hands planted on my chest. I could see my precum leaked through my underwear again. She panted as I could feel her pussy get damp while she ground into me more. We both knew it was time. I had her get off my lap, I stripped off my underwear, and got up to get a condom. While I was getting one, she took off her panties too.

As tradition at this point, she had me lie down, and slid down onto me. Still tight as ever, my cock disappeared into her pussy, her walls very welcome to have me back inside. She was still wearing her skirt, which was odd but I liked it a lot. After she started her usual pace, she asked if I wanted her to take everything off. I didn't even realize it at the time, but I had never seen Aiko fully naked before. She never took off her bra when we had sex or when we made out. I think she asked at the wrong time though, because I remember not wanting her to stop fucking me, not even for a second. So I told her "Keep it all on, it looks cute anyways," I said with a smirk.

I had her hips in my hands, and she was more vocal this time around. Since she was clearly enjoying herself, I decided I'd have a little fun myself. I told her I wanted to try something, and she stopped fucking me to see what I meant. I held her hips in place and thrust my hips into her from underneath. I was grunting, using my same stilted technique, but it was becoming smoother every time I fucked. Her face was flushed, her mouth was open, and she squeaked every time I thrust into her, which echoed in the room. As I quickened my pace, I started to guide her hips down, as I thrust up. She loved it, and she leaned down to make out with me, but then her head drifted off to my neck so I could continue to hit her deepest parts. I could feel her hot breath escaping her every time I thrust.

After going for 5 minutes or so, she told me to slow down. She sat up, my cock deep inside her, as she ground against me again. She looked like she was in absolute heaven. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back, and she was moaning from all the stimulus. I assume it was because she was full inside and her clit was being treated quite well. It only took a minute, but she got off me and asked for missionary.

I got up and she laid down on the bed. Her legs were spread, pushing her skirt away. This was the first time I got a proper look at her pussy. It was absolutely beautiful. Even though it was obscured by a thick layer of black pubic hair, I could see her perfect puffy lips enclosing a tight entrance. The only thing that stuck out was a bit of labia minor on her left side. She was immaculate besides that. I finally was able to see where I was aiming, and when I stuck my cock head in, she flung her head back in pleasure. I thrust in deep and continued to fuck.

My fists were balled up and pushed into the bed on either side of her petite body and I gave her kisses while I thrust in deep. But, my stamina was even less because I had just fucked her from underneath. I don't even think I lasted 2 minutes in that position. With some quick thinking, I got all the way inside her, paused for a second, and then wrapped my arms behind her back.

I then sat up and brought her with me. My cock was still buried deep inside her, and she was surprised she was going back on top. Her eyes opened wide as I did the move. I grabbed her ass and told her to ride me again. She happily obliged. Our faces were so close, and because her riding speed was slower, we got way more intimate. I moaned into her mouth, she danced with her tongue around mine. My cock stayed deep inside her as we made out for some time. She just slowly rocked her hips against me while we did that. I grabbed her hips to guide her back to fucking, but really it was that we were done and she was having a great time being stretched again. Eventually, she hopped off, we cleaned up, and went along with the rest of our day.

The next day, I found her and I sat down to talk. She asked me to go to her band concert. I declined. I told her that it was crossing a boundary and that I was still complicit in her cheating. She tried to defend herself, saying it would just be a fun thing for us to do. I asked her if she wanted to fuck again. She didn't deny it, and tried to say that it would be something that friends would do for each other.

I told her pretty bluntly, "At this point, we are not friends. I am a second lover to you. I give you time when you need it, I take care of you, I sexually fulfill you. Going to this concert would be pretty publicly stating us being lovers. I can't make that commitment when you're still with your boyfriend. I bet you I could fuck you 30 minutes from now, and it still wouldn't convince me to go."

She looked down at the red and white checkered pattern of the blanket we sat on. After deliberating for a few seconds, she looked up and said "I do still love him, and I take care of him way more than you. I just thought it would be nice to see me perform." Sad that she never denied the sex part, but I commiserated with her. I offered to walk her back to her place.

"I do still like you as a friend though. I wouldn't have learned so much about Japanese culture and language, and wouldn't have had the opportunity to share a perspective of different cultural lives," I said as we walked back. My brain thought back to another conversation we had late at night as I spoke it to her.

She talked about how Japanese women end up with one guy and they're stuck with them forever. She was also afraid of breaking up with her boyfriend, because of the intense social stigma associated with a "used woman". She envied the life I lived, that all Americans did, where I could be free to choose who or what I want and not be pinned into one specific life path. I remembered her saying it was hard to see your whole life is set ahead of you. That's why she came over to the States, to see what societal freedom looked like. In my years since that interaction, every woman I've talked to who grew up in Asia had some of that feeling remnant. Whether it be my freedom to date who I want, or the thrill of the unknown, they all wanted some part of my life in their's. I always feel quite sad knowing that, because I remember back to Aiko, and how she struggled through it.

After a quiet 5 minute stroll, we arrived at her dorm door. Oddly, it would be the first and last time I would see it. We hugged, and I held her for a bit longer than expected. I'm sure she didn't mind, because she flashed that smirk again. It was two weeks out from Spring Quarter ending, and we said our goodbyes. I haven't talked to her since, but there's always a chance I end up in Japan and stumble upon her again.