With Christina off the scene, Josh hadn't seen or heard from her in a couple of months, he was at a loose end, he missed Christina for many reasons, he missed the sex and her, as a person, she was bright and fun, consequently he found himself spending a lot of time with his Japanese friend Hiroshi and his sister Asami.
When he met Hiroshi, he felt it was fate, sort of. He already knew a bit about Japanese people from the Japanese girl at the video library. She was the local product, born here of Japanese parents. Hiroshi and his sister, had arrived in the country, when they were young kids, eight and ten. They were really smart, spoke English fluently, with a slight accent, which he liked, and had westernised quickly. Asami, Hiroshi sister, was really pretty, smallish like a lot of Japanese girls, and quaint. Josh spent a lot of time checking her out, when he was at their house, there was a lot to like about Asami, even more than he knew, and being on a bit of a rebound after Christina, increased his interest. His observation didn't go unnoticed by Asami, and she teased Josh sexually, with low cut tops and often no bra.
They became a threesome. They went to movies, on walks, the museum and art galleries, whatever took their fancy, and Asami always walked between them, often holding their hands. He felt a real closeness to her, he wondered if she felt it too. He had never been alone with her, or had any real discussions about anything with her. He wondered if his attraction had anything to do with his missing Christina.
On the day it happened, he had arranged to meet Hiroshi at home, and they would make plans for that night.
He knocked on the door, a few seconds later, it opened, and Asami was smiling at him.
"Hi Josh, come in. Hiro had to help Dad at work."
Josh's heart beat fast, only for the fact that he was alone with Asami for the first time, and he could see her nipples making dents in her silky top.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No thanks."
She smiled. "Um, I have a question for you, please be honest in your answer."
"Sure," he half smiled, half frowned.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" she was serious and slightly embarrassed. "I have a reason."
Josh was elated, but tried not to show it. He nodded. "Sure."
She stood on tip toe, and put her soft lips on his. The kiss was beautiful, and although not intended to be, sexy, a tease.
"What did you think?"she asked coyly.
He nodded and smiled. "Nice."
She kissed him again, this time with her hands holding his face, and it was longer, and this time, with meaning.
"Was that better?" she smiled.
"Oh yes," he croaked.
"My question is," she said, holding his eyes with hers. "If you were my boyfriend, would kissing you like this be acceptable, be nice, you'd like it?"
"Definitely," he felt like his face was on fire, his cock hard now.
"I want a boyfriend, Josh," she gazed into his eyes. "I want you as my boyfriend. I have wanted this for a long time, but was afraid to speak about it to you. I can wait no longer."
She put her lips on Josh's again. They were so soft, and she moved them slightly, it was so sexy, and she was so close, her breasts touching his chest. He could feel himself getting harder, and for a brief second wondered how he was going to hide what she was doing to him. He needn't have worried, as a moment later, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and searched for his tongue. Now she put her arms around his neck, as their embrace got hotter and hotter, and her moan went through his body into his crotch, he felt her mound pushing hard against his cock.
"Touch me," she whispered.
Josh fondled her breast.
"No not there," she said softly. "Between my legs, touch my pussy."
Josh hesitated, surprised, but only for a second, he was about to live a fantasy. He had fantasised about having sex with Asami more times than he could remember. Everytime, his hand became her sweet tight cunt, as he jerked off. He had seen her in a bikini, so had a fairly good idea what she would look like nude. He was intrigued by her breasts, they seemed different to other girls he had been with. The moment of his intrigue was here.
He massaged her pussy lips for a moment, and then parted them with his fingers, feeling her wet slit, making her groan.
