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Asian Porn Story: There was a long pause while her face reddened. “So,” he asked, “just what does it feel like when you feel horny?”

“I’m so sorry,” Delia said looking away. “That was definitely TMI. It just slipped out, I didn’t mean…” She faltered. It was late in the photo lab, almost the end of her shift. Josh had just finished printing up his images for tomorrow’s critique. They were lounging on the couch by the coffee pot when he had casually asked how she was. Without thinking she said, “Frazzled, tired, and horny.” It really had just slipped out. “I didn’t mean it as a come on or anything,” she said quickly.

Delia and Josh had known each other since freshman year and were now both in the senior honors photo seminar—along with another dozen kids in the class. Elaine, the matriarch of the department, had chosen each of them personally; it was a very select group. Well as they knew each other’s work, the two students alone in the lab that night were only casual friends, hardly close and certainly not intimate in any sense.

Delia was lean and lanky and was sprawled out, her swarthy skin and shoulder length raven hair betraying her Iranian ancestry. Her looks were striking, but she would not be called beautiful with her beaklike nose and almost curveless body. Nonetheless she was attractive with her large, liquid, intense eyes, full lips, and the sensuousness with which she carried herself. She often wore a slight smile, as if she knew some joke or secret that everyone else had missed.

Josh, on the other hand, was anything but exotic on this California campus. Light brown hair, blue eyes, and a friendly smile. He swam a couple of miles a day, so he was fit. But not with a bodybuilder physique. People could not always pick him out in a snapshot, so unremarkable was his face. At under 6 feet he was an average white boy from the Midwest. Dressed in khakis and tee shirt (black with the words “images matter” printed on the front) and a pair of hand-graffitied Chucks, he was virtually a walking cliché.

Josh laughed. “I didn’t take it that way either. Or let’s put it this way, I didn’t imagine that you were asking me to do anything about your being frazzled… and horny, or tired. That doesn’t mean I can’t be curious.” Which he definitely was, suddenly fixated on her sexuality.

Delia met his eyes again with a curious look of her own, “Curious about what?”

“About what a girl feels when she says she’s horny. You used the word ‘feeling’ not ‘thinking.’ I have heard other girls say it too and I have no clue what it means, what is happening in your body when you feel that way?” Josh wanted to point out that she was the one who had raised the subject, surely, he was within his rights to at least ask. He liked Delia and had always appreciated her eye. But, truth be told, he had never had the vibe from her that she was in the least attracted to him. Truth was she intimidated him a little; he thought of her as out of his league.

“That’s pretty personal,” Delia said with a raised eyebrow and a direct look. “Let’s just forget I said it, okay?”

But no way was Josh giving up. “Tell you what, if you tell me, I will tell you.”

Delia threw her head back as she laughed. “Show you mine and you will show me yours? Right. How much mystery can there be with men. As far as I can tell most of you are horny 24/7. Asking what if feels like not to be horny would probably be more revealing.”

“Okay, I will tell you that then,” Josh said with a wide smile.

Delia looked at him for a long moment. “You may not have taken it as a come on, but I sense you are trying to imagine what I am feeling right now, aren’t you? to imagine what my horny female body is experiencing just inches from yours. Just that thought is making you horny, am I right?”

It was Josh’s turn to blush. “You could say that,” he mumbled.

“Just as I said, 24/7.” Delia looked at him more thoughtfully now. Graduation was a few weeks away and they would soon scatter to the corners of the world. Her best friend, Iesha, would go on a Fulbright to Japan. Josh was headed to Chicago for the SAIC program and she was trying to figure out how she could visit Iran (and get back in the country) in the current political climate. Josh was a good guy, actually actively supportive of women in the arts, generous, and a good colleague. Hardly a sexist much less a leerer or a groper. What could be the harm? The question was kind of intriguing and undeniably stimulating. She had indeed been feeling horny for the last few days, but had never consciously contemplated the experience phenomenologically. She laughed out loud as the academic word popped into her head, the result of Elaine’s emphasis on theory.

“What?” asked Josh.

“Okay,” Delia said, “I will engage in some phenomenological reflection if you like,” which provoked a laugh from Josh in return. Looking at him sternly in the eyes she said firmly, “Don’t get any ideas now, okay?”

She went on, “I don’t think I have ever considered before exactly what it feels like, so let me try. And, if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone else, I will kill you. In fact, turn off your phone right now. Let me see you do it.”

“Delia, I would never, ever,” he said crossing his chest, taking out his phone, turning it off and putting it on the counter next to his prints. Josh had little idea of what he was about to hear, and that made this all the more exciting. He did not want to do anything to derail her. He turned to face her more fully, eyes eager. “I get it, just theory, not practice.” Delia nodded with a bit of a spark in her eyes.

Delia’s dark eyes looked off to a vague distance as she considered. “Okay, first let’s just say that when I feel horny, sex is on my mind, not front and center, but nibbling at my awareness, distracting me. In fact, that I blurted out what I did is sort of an indicator itself, I think. I mean, it is on my mind so I say it. So, if I am horny, memories come up, about past experiences. I find myself unconsciously planning when I can masturbate later, how I will I get the privacy. And, if I encounter an attractive stranger, I might find myself speculating about his equipment or whether he knows how to go down on a girl.” She paused. “That doesn’t tend to happen with boys I know, though.”

“Why not guys you know?” Josh asked, knowing instinctively that he could not ask about Delia masturbating, even though that was what had caught his attention. His imagination conjured an image of her leaning back against white fluffy pillows at the head of a large bed covered with equally white and fluffy bed clothes. With her left hand, she was slowly and deliberately fucking her pussy with a large wooden dildo, slick and shiny with her juices. The thrusts in were quick, while she pulled it back out more slowly. It was like when she drew it out she was winding up for the next one in. With her right hand she was teasing her clit, buried in a thatch of trimmed curly black pubic hair. He imagined her head thrown back in pleasure. Having seen her nipples hard against her tee shirts a few times, he pictured them hard.

“I’m not sure… Hey, Josh?” He focused his eyes on hers again. “You with me? I’m not sure why. Maybe with guys I know well, I suppress my desires, or maybe it is because they are well rounded people to me, not just male bodies. I sit here with you and, even though I might be horny, I am not thinking of you in that way. You know, feeling horny is not the same as feeling turned on. It’s not like I am creaming my jeans all day.” Josh could not help it, his eyes flitted to the crotch of her well-fitting jeans. “I saw that!” Delia laughed. Glancing over at his lap, she could see the outlines of the erection she had known she would provoke. “I told you, this is purely a theoretical inquiry, not an invitation,” she said mock scoldingly.

Seeing her gaze, he looked and responded, “Come on, I can’t help that. It happens on its own.” Josh, of course, had been well aware that his cock was not just hard, but throbbing.

“Is that it?” he asked, “You think about sex with guys? That is not really a bodily feeling, sounds more like it’s all in your head to me.”

“Ah, yes, the physical sensations. This is where it starts to feel very personal.” She breathed deeply as she paused to gather her thoughts, even to assess what her somatic experience was at the moment. “I have this nagging sensation that I need something inside of me, in my vagina. Definitely something bigger than a tampon.” Delia gulped and paused for another moment or three, wondering where that last bit of information had come from. She looked more directly into Josh’s warm eyes, her own looking large and liquid to him. As if she could see his thoughts. “I don’t know how that sounds to you. It’s not like I want to fuck or get fucked. I just want to be…to feel, uh, filled.” She rushed on, as if to get it over with, “My skin is more sensitive than usual, especially my nipples. I feel a little warmer all over. My sense of smell seems… ah, enhanced? Maybe I am just more aware of smells good and bad. Body odors especially. I remember in my dance class sophomore year being very aware of how everyone in the room smelled when I was horny.

“Shit, this is embarrassing,” she said, her face and neck reddening again. “Girls talk about sex all the time among ourselves, but nobody I know has ever talked about this. We might tell each other when we are…I am getting tired of that word, but that is what are discussing, horny, we might say that but not how it feels.” At this point, Delia had to admit to herself that Josh was not the only one whose body was responding to her descriptions. She could feel that small tightness in her chest, a slight shortness of breath, and she sensed a warm swelling between her legs, a fullness in her groin. One thing was sure, she was not about to fuck Joshua Jenkins, so this could not go much further.

“Okay, that’s it,” she declared. “I have said too much already.”

“But wait!” Josh joked, “there’s more.”

“No, really. Enough. More than you needed to know.”

“How often do you feel this way? Surely not 24/7 like us guys.”

Delia smiled and relented, “Actually, not all that often. Mostly if I haven’t… uh, had a chance to, ah, do anything about it.” No way she was going to say the word “masturbate” again in this conversation. “Or sometimes when I am ovulating.” She blushed again; she was not sure why she had added that last and why it felt so potent to have said it. She regretted it, having already tried to shut this down.

Yet, she was not quite ready to quit. She did not want to be the only one who had shared secrets. “Okay, you promised, Josh. Your turn.” She looked into his eyes, avoiding looking into his lap again.

He looked into her eyes in turn, and then looked away as he began to speak. “Well, when I am horny, I confess, I get erections unexpectedly. It can be pretty embarrassing, though it is not like when I was in high school. It happened a lot more then. And, like you, sex is on my mind, a distraction. And almost any grown female I encounter becomes an object of my imagination. Looks or age aren’t much of a factor. I picture her naked. I wonder what she looks like when she cums. I wonder when she last touched herself, fucked, or had an orgasm. I wonder how tight her pussy is, what it would feel like to… ” He paused. “Uh, I could go on, but you probably get the picture.” He wished fervently he had stopped sooner, that he had not used the word “pussy,” that… Suddenly he felt like a pervert. “I’m sorry, Delia, you must think I’m a creep.”

Delia was indeed a bit taken aback, figuring immediately that there had to have been times—probably many in the four years they had been acquainted—that he had fantasized about her in these ways… naked, cumming… And yet… “No, not a creep, it’s just…I, uh, wouldn’t have known. It is kind of, um, unsettling. You hide it well. I have never…” she drew in a long breath. In her mind she was retreating from this encounter, but realized that her body was not going along for that ride. She could tell that her vagina was lubricated, her vulva must be red and swollen. “Listen, Josh, thank you for telling me. Just one more question, do you think other guys are like that too?”

Josh just laughed and rolled his eyes. She took it as an assent.

Delia pulled herself upright, “Okay, as I said before. Enough. Time to close the lab. You have a crit tomorrow and I really am frazzled and exhausted. I need to lock things up and get some sleep.”

“Frazzled and exhausted? What about horny?”

“Okay, that too. And I am DONE with this conversation. Remember, not a word. In fact, forget that this conversation ever happened, right?” She stood, smiled at Josh, ignoring his tented pants, and gestured for him to put away his prints.

Josh sighed. She had warned him. At least he would have plenty of fodder for jerking off tonight and, he admitted, he would never again see Delia the way he had before this evening. He would probably be wanking to this memory for a while.

Delia knew all that too. They would always know something about each other that others might guess but would not know. Thank goodness that they would be parting ways soon. She did not regret being so open, but did feel a little bad that—despite her caveats—she had led Josh on. No doubt near the end he was hoping to at least make out with her, touch her tits, and… lots more. It’s not that she was a virgin, or did not like sex. She was very sexual. She just did not engage in it casually or lightly.

Josh closed the drawer on his prints and she ushered him toward the door, jangling the keys. “Good night, Josh. Elaine is going to love these images.” She mimicked their charismatic teacher, “‘And where are you in this image, Mr. Jenkins?'” They both laughed. As Josh was walking away, she called out to him one more time. He turned to look. “Listen, Josh, I know you are all hot and bothered. So, just, uh, when you get back to your dorm imagine me imagining you. Because I will be. Good night Josh.” she said with her eyes glowing.

“Wait!” Josh called. “Just one question, please?”

“Just one.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have a dildo made out of wood, by any chance?”

“Sorry, anatomically correct silicone,” she said with a wink. “And remember, not another word, no texts, no calls, no snapchat, no knowing looks in class tomorrow; this conversation never happened.”

Delia closed the door with a sigh and shiver. She would go back to her dorm and… relieve… herself, she thought with a wide grin, imagining Josh imagining her imagining him. All the time, fantasizing about what Josh’s o-face looked like.

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