Chapter 1: The Movie
Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions are welcomed.
Yuka can best be described as cute. Not gorgeous, not sexy, but best described as cute. That's not to say she lacks those other qualities too, but cuteness clearly takes the lead. A young woman, short in stature and a bit overweight, she wears a thick set of glasses upon a pretty face. I initially stereotyped her as a student when we first moved in next door. At the very least, I figured she was into books, maybe a librarian. She had the look of a smart young woman who liked studying and probably got good grades.
Later behavior served to reinforce my initial stereotype. The drapes of her house stayed mostly closed. She tended to keep to herself, staying inside, and only returning a shy "hi" on those rare occasions when we crossed paths. I used to picture her sitting in a rocking chair, under a lamp, and maybe in front of a fire reading a book or maybe crocheting a new scarf to keep warm. The only time I got to see her was when she was all bundled up for her early morning run. For a person who was overweight, she ran a surprising amount. I would even see her on the coldest days of winter jogging down the snow covered walk.
My wife, Katie, took the initiative to get to know her. I saw them talking out front when day when I got home from work. A couple days later they met for tea. Eventually they had lunch together in town. As it turned out, the two of them happened to have jobs within a few blocks of each other. Yuka was not a student at all, but worked as a sales girl at some sort of woman's clothing store downtown. She was also older than I figured, in her mid-twenties rather than the teenager liked she looked. It's been my experience that short Asian women often tend to look younger than what they really are. Perhaps it is due to their fair complexion, or maybe it's just because they are short.
In any case, I eventually got to know her too. My wife invited the bashful little woman over for dinner one night, and then Yuka returned the favor a few weeks later. To my pleasant surprise, our neighbor turned out to be an excellent cook. She made a terrific Chinese marinated chicken, and her Italian lasagna tasted pretty good too. Given the way she cooked, no wonder she was overweight and had to run every day.
The two of us eventually worked out an informal deal where she cooked while I helped her out with repairs. As talented as Yuka was in the kitchen, I could be in the garage. Both her house and car were time bombs of disrepair. The tires on her car were almost bald, and the oil in her car hadn't been changed since she bought it two years before. I quickly discovered Yuka grew up under a traditional upbringing and practiced traditional habits. She was into girlish things - like cooking - and wouldn't open the hood of a car even to check the oil.
We ran into each other more and more. One night she would stop by to help Katie with something in the kitchen. A few days later I might return the favor by helping her fix something around her house. Lucky for her, her cooking made it worthwhile. I didn't mind spending an hour fixing a leaking showerhead if it meant a delicious meal a few nights later.
Yuka behaved bashful to strangers, but opened up once you got to know her. I also discovered she had a pleasant personality and a good sense of humor. Sometimes on the giddy side, she occasionally acted more like a dizzy blond than the dark-haired cutie she really was. She could also shock you but some of the things that came out of her mouth - especially about men.
"Men are so much trouble," She casually told us over dinner one night after my wife hinted about possibly introducing her to a nice single guy at work. "But on the other hand, it sure would be fun to have a dick around to play with!"
She shocked me with her words. I couldn't believe such smutty words coming out of her sweet little mouth. In fact, I thought I misheard her at first, but then joined in with them in a laugh.
Yuka didn't have a boyfriend. Never married, but she occasionally brought up her boyfriends of the past. Her quiet, secluded nature probably prevented her from meeting many guys. I'm sure that working in a woman's clothing store didn't bring forward many opportunities either. In any case, it certainly wasn't because of her looks. I'm sure her cute face attracted many men, and all her running was starting to have an affect.
We moved in over the winter when everyone stayed bundled up in conservative sweatshirts, sweaters, and coats to keep warm. As spring approached, people started wearing less. Yuka was no exception, and she started giving hints at the result of all her running. She also tended to let down her guard on weekends. One day she came over in a old white T-shirt that clearly showed the outline of her bra and what appeared to be cleavage underneath. Another time she bent down right in front of me while I worked on her sink and was looking up from under the counter. Pleasant to my surprise, she was blessed with a pronounced chest. It surprised me, especially coming from an Oriental girl. I never much thought of her chest, but from then on couldn't keep from picturing her topless every time we met. I yearned for the day I might get to see her in a swimsuit or maybe even a bikini.
We continued as neighbors during the summer and then into the fall. I continued helping her around the house or whenever she heard something "funny" in her car. In payment, we would get invited over for dinner about once a month.
Yuka and Katie continued to be friends too. They met quite often for lunch and then started going out for drinks in the evening too. I don't know where they went for their nighttime festivities. Katie didn't tell me. She only said they went out to do girl-things. Secretly, I think she tried to play matchmaker. Yuka didn't go out much on weekends. I suspected Katie was trying to remedy her boyfriend situation by introducing her to some of her single male friends from work. Once in a while Katie even returned a little tipsy, indicating they had gone to some bar or maybe a club. Sometimes she returned rather late too. As for me, it didn't matter. I didn't care where they went, for it meant that I could go out with the guys. Thursday night was poker night. Katie didn't like me playing poker, especially for money. She also didn't like it when I returned home after too many drinks. But if the girls got to go out over the weekend, then I got to go out to play poker on Thursdays.
It wasn't until last week when I got my first clue at where the girls went. Poker night finished early. One of the guys was sick in bed and another had to leave early because his wife was pissed about something or other that he did or didn't do. With only three left, we decided to quit early. We split after only a few hands and only one beer. I came home early to find the lights out and the television on.
"Look at the size of that thing!"
The first voice I heard upon entering the house was of Yuka. It came from the living room. I could tell the television was on by the flicker it made against the walls and the eerie glow it gave to the room. All was dark except for the nightlight above the stove.
"Holy shit!" I heard Katie too, agreeing with a playful giggle. It sounded like the two of them were having a good time, probably watching the latest chick-flick that I wasn't interested in watching anyway. I closed the front door with care and decided to sneak up on them.
"Did you ever realize one could get that big?" Yuka asked.
"It's even bigger than the one we saw up on stage last week," Katie's voice spoke with amazement.
I didn't pay much attention to what they said at first. I had no idea what they were watching. Their words put me at a loss.
"Wait until you see what he's going to do with it!"
"He's going to hurt her with such a big one!"
I peaked around the corner to find them both sitting wide-eyed on the couch and facing the TV. Katie sat forward, barely keeping her ass on the couch, watching with intense interest at whatever was playing on the screen. Yuka acted more relaxed, sitting back, seeming to take delight at Katie's reaction. Through the speakers on the television I heard a commanding voice giving an order. "Over here," It shouted. "So we can shackle you."
"Oh my God!" Katie's hands went up to her mouth.
"Now we're getting to the good part," Yuka started to lean forward too.
For the first time, I grew curious. I had never seen two women watch a movie with such interest. What could be so good? Why were they so interested? It certainly didn't look like any ordinary chick flick.
"Is she actually going to..." Katie's voice trailed off.
"I bet she is!" Yuka acted like she didn't know, but clearly had seen the movie before. She teased my wife. Poor Katie looked to be in shock.
Growing more and more curious by the second, I decided to take a look for myself. I couldn't see anything from the hallway, so had had to step inside to satisfy my curiosity. Our living room was small and I had to practically walk up beside the couch in order to see the screen. Normally they would have noticed me, but their intense interest in the movie pulled all four eyes away.
"Now he can't even cover himself," Katie mumbled through her fingers, her hand still positioned over her mouth.
"Lucky for us!" Yuka giggled in agreement.
The darkness of the room helped to cover my presence. The high volume of the television helped silence my steps.
"Now give me pleasure," The voice from the speaker spoke.
"He's actually going to fuck her!" Katie gave the first hint at what was really happening on the screen.
A moment later I looked for myself. It was an x-rated sex flick. Two sparsely clad women wore little more than teddies. A third woman was naked and down on all fours. Behind her was a man, also naked, and sporting the biggest cock I had ever seen.
"Holy shit!" I couldn't help but cry out.
It took them a moment to realize I was in the room. Katie jumped up with a start. Yuka quickly went for the remote, dropped it, and then fumbled with the buttons while trying to figure out how to stop the movie. It played on long enough for me to see the guy jerk his hips forward and plunge his monster dick into her. I couldn't believe any woman capable of accepting such a large weapon. I couldn't believe Katie was watching it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Katie shouted at me.
"I don't believe this!" Yuka cried out in embarrassment.
Katie regained her composure enough to reach up to the reading lamp. Both girls stood before me embarrassed and angry - or at least Yuka was embarrassed. Katie just looked angry.
"The game finished early," I told them what they already knew. "So I came home."
"How dare you sneak up on me like that!" Katie didn't seem to hear me.
