For Christmas, I bought her a promise ring and took her shopping at a local department store. For Valentine's Day, I took her to a very expensive french restaurant that was in my town. Her 18th birthday was soon after that, but she had to spend it working. I really wanted to take her for a holiday somewhere, but I wasn't old enough yet to do that. So I baked her a birthday cake and brought it to her family's restaurant. She blew the candles out in the backroom, had a piece, as did the rest of her family, and then went right back to her job. That night sucked, to be honest. She deserved a lot better than that. Monday, I made dinner for her and her family. Not much of an 18th birthday present, I know. I felt like a total ass. The thing was that she was so sheltered she hadn't been exposed to anywhere near as much stuff as I had, so she didn't have much of an idea as to what she wanted in the way of material things or where she wanted to go. Plus she had her family obligations to consider.

We graduated in June and I still hadn't gotten further than second base with her. There just wasn't enough opportunity for privacy other than my car. I was jacking off a treat, but that didn't blunt the frustration I felt one iota. During summer vacation, since we had our mornings and afternoons now largely free, we explored a lot of southern California together. We also went to my favorite place, the beach, at least once a week.

Finally, in the early fall, I became a legal adult. During the next date after that, I told her that I was taking her for a weekend in Coronado. Now she knew what my  intentions were without me needing to say anything. I said that I needed to make sure she was going to come before I could make the reservations. It was still going to be warm enough to be comfortable during the day there. However,  even in the 1970's, unmarried people staying in the same hotel room together and living together was still somewhat controversial thanks to the usual suspects at Big Religion. I anticipated that her folks would strenuously object. I told her that at some point they were going to have to let her make her own decisions and she was going to have to stand up for herself. She agreed and stated that she was going no matter what her parents thought about it. I assured her that if her people decided to toss her out of the house or some such extreme reaction that we would get a house together.

There apparently was a strenuous argument about it, but I guess she had siphoned off enough of the anger born energy by the time I arrived to pick her up in the early afternoon that they didn't try to stop us. Now here's the thing about Chinese: the outward morality is very conservative, but get them in the sack and they are as freaky as anyone else. It was also no secret that her parents, in their heart of hearts, would have preferred that she date another Chinese. At that time in that area, however, there just weren't very many. There was something of a Japanese-American community and it would be swamped by Vietnamese in the wake of the South's defeat at the hands of North Vietnam. But Chinese? Most of them were in the San Francisco area. A little later, there would be a sizable Chinese presence in Monterey Park and environs, but that was still a few years off. Thus, the reality was that their daughter would be an old maid, which at that time was shameful among Asians of all cultures, or she could marry a Caucasian or a Mexican.

We arrived at the hotel about 90 minutes later and went to our room, changed into our swimming gear and hit the beach, taking a nice long walk hand in hand. We didn't go in the water because in mid-October it was too cold even if the air temperature was very comfortable. I hoisted her on my shoulders on the way back to our accommodation. We cuddled and kissed for a while, showered (separately), dressed in our Sunday best and went for dinner at a very fancy restaurant near the hotel. We had an outstanding meal and leisurely walked back feeling full and relaxed. I had made arrangements with the hotel concierge to have two bouquets of roses and scented candles delivered to the room while we were out. When we got to the door of our room, I opened it and picked her up and carried her over to the left side of the bed (if you were laying in it) in the dark. "Stay right there," I pleaded. I took a book of matches out of my pocket and lit the candles and then opened the curtains and the sliding glass door that led out on to a little veranda to let the gentle breeze in. She giggled when I unbuckled the ankle straps of her heels and pulled them off. I kicked my shoes off and peeled my socks off and went to wash my hands.

She noticed the roses and her eyes sparkled as I looked down into them. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment," I said. "Me too,"She  smiled. I tenderly caressed her cheek as I slowly and lovingly kissed her soft lips. For the next half hour, as I continued to silently talk to her with my kisses, I gradually deprived her of her clothes, leaving her petite body naked, her untrimmed black pubic hair the last line of defense for her sacred gate. After dotting her neck with kisses, my mouth surrounded her left nipple and used suction to tug on it while my righthand pushed her short legs open and I fingered her clit with a combination of slight pressure and up and down strokes. "That feels so good,," she moaned with an almost dreamlike nuance to it. Her breathing was edgier and her pussy was filling with its lubricant. I was really turned on and I hoped that I would be able to hold my orgasm off when they big moment came.

I kissed her all over her tummy,  her sides and then went down to her small feet and left a trail of smooches on both legs all the way to her inner thighs, where I nibbled and sucked them. I pulled her already erect clit into my piehole and, sucking, licking and slapping it with my tongue, in five minutes, her hips were bucking and she was sighing and moaning madly when her first orgasm ruptured her connection with mundane reality. Provoking those kind of desperate pants out of her lent me a sense of fulfillment. I kept the orgasms coming for her, her tasty juices slurped up by my eager tongue. I stopped at around the 30 minute mark and scooted up next to her and kissed her passionately. "Oh my God Ricky, I've never felt anything like that before!" she gasped. "You're so beautiful when you climax," I remarked. She displayed that trademark little bemused smile and kissed me.

I moved in between her legs and on top of her. "Listen Li-hua, I'll be as gentle as I can, but it's going to help if you can relax, clear your head and let your body go limp during the early part of what we're about to do." "Okay," she acknowledged and I carried my dick to her tight opening and barged in on her quite literally. She emitted a gasp. "Okay baby, take some deep breaths and let all your muscles just go slack, while your thoughts go right out your ears," I recommended. My cockhead hunkered down between her snug vaginal walls and crawled forward. "Ahh unnh, that really hurts!" she reported. Fuck. I didn't want to hurt her. This is the part of taking someone's virginity I hate. I knew I had to just about be at her hymen. I jabbed it quickly most of the way in and I thought she would begin crying the pain was so sharp. I held it there for a minute or so and then popped it in the rest of the way. I cradled her head in my hands and brushed her cheek. "I love you, Li-hua," I whispered before I kissed her.

My hip movements were exceedingly turtle like in order to gradually stretch her vaginal canal. I was struggling to relax myself because I was so concerned for how she was feeling. Over time, the vice grip of her vaginal muscles on my cock was loosening and the pain was becoming increasingly dull for her. "How are you doing sweetheart?" I solicitously inquired. "Much better," she passively pronounced. I passionately kissed her, my tongue whirling all around hers while I rocked my hips just that much faster. I withdrew my lips from hers, took a deep breath, cleared my head and just turned my body into a penis pumping machine, my senses dimmed by my having relaxed all my muscles. Five minutes later, she was being taken up the mountain path toward the summit of pleasure by my cock, her brain now craving more of the friction we mutually generated. I carried on with my thrusting, relaxing my hips further to get more range of motion and speed out of them. The quicker her panting became, the faster the flexion of my hips and she climaxed in muscular tremors around her pubic region and thighs. "Oh God Ricky!" she called out in an almost agonized voice as the internal pleasure quake collapsed all resistance to the euphoria the endorphins induced inside of her.

I ravaged her as I continued to cradle her head, intermittently kissing her, and she had another orgasm and then was beset by multiples before I turned my sensory perception back on and flushed my juice down her pink channel. I hugged her firmly almost like was trying to swallow her body with my arms. "I love you so much, Li-hua. You're so fantastic that I can't describe it in mere words," I conveyed to her. That enigmatic smile crossed her face again and she hugged me tightly. We eventually fell asleep and the next morning, I woke up early. I watched how gentle her chest rose and fell as she slumbered and lightly stroked her forehead with my fingertip.

I slipped out of bed to shower and brush my teeth. I called room service and had them bring breakfast up. We ate it sitting together in bed and then had a nice long kissing session. Fuck, just looking at that face, Jesus, that alone was a good reason to keep on living.

That was the only time we made love that weekend. She was quite sore Saturday and I wanted to give her time to recover. She did, though, have me teach her how to give a handjob and got a kick out of how big a wad I shot when I came. She got off on it so much that she seemed to have developed a thing about masturbating me and did it often with a mischievous grin on her face from that point on. Of course, I would often rub her clit when she did that.

On the way back home, we discussed having kids. She wanted at least a couple. I lied that I had a vasectomy because I had previously determined I didn't want children when the truth was that Vishnu had made me sterile at my request. She wasn't very happy about that. I then promised that I would look into getting it reversed once we were out of college and, if  not, we could adopt. "How is it that you decided to not have children when you were in high school and now you want to have them with me?" she pondered. "Because other women aren't you," I declared. "I didn't know I was going to be able to be with you," I reasoned. "I'm not angry with you or anything," she retorted. "But I think it's natural that a married couple would want children."

This was her behavioral pattern. She'd never showed steaming mad anger, but she'd get this look of disappointment on her face and it just made you feel like shit. She never said "I love you" to me, either. Instead, she would sit next to me on the couch with her arm hooked in mine or want me to lay in her lap or wrap her arms around me and want to cuddle. Having lived in Asia during my original life, I guess you could call it, I could intellectually cope with it, but deep down I didn't like it. However, I had to accept responsibility for who I chose as a mate. It's just the way a lot of Asian women are.