"How did we meet," I asked George.
"You know how we met, Izumi. It was at a party at university."
"And..."
"And you were having sex with some jock. I don't know his name."
"I don't think I ever knew it," I interrupted.
"And then I asked permission to go down on you after he'd cum and you agreed." He finished.
"Did you know that we're not unique?"
"In what way?"
"I got another call today, through the Asian sisterhood. Can you get over to that Louisiana restaurant on Shattuck -- the one near the university campus. Lunch on Wednesday?"
"I suppose so. But aren't students a bit young?"
"Were we too young?" I responded.
"OK. Fair point. Describe some realities. Point out potential mistakes etc..."
"Exactly. And I know you like gumbo."
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"I can't see anyone Asian here apart from you. Do you think they got cold feet? George asked.
"I said I was contacted through the Asian sisterhood. But she's not Asian. She's Mexican. Look, there she is," I said as I waved a tall, dark haired young woman with an even taller fair haired man on her elbow to our table.
"We're glad to meet you," I said. "I'm Izumi and this is my husband, George."
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Carmen and this is Dylan," said the young woman.
"I'm glad Akiko put you in touch. It sounds like you and we might have similar stories."
"I'm sorry, I only know your name," said Carmen.
"Long and short," I explained, "George and I met at a party at university. I was having sex with a jock and George asked permission to go down on me after the jock had cum. Does that ring a bell?"
"The specifics are different but the essence is the same," nodded Dylan.
"Pretty much," Carmen agreed. "When we met I wasn't dating, just having one night stands. When I moved here I knew I needed something and I didn't know exactly what. I got a reputation as a bit of a slut because, I wasn't choosey. I was walking back home late one night. I was a bit drunk and I stank of sex and Dylan was such a gentleman. He made sure I got home safely, he didn't take advantage and he checked on me the next morning."
"That's sweet," I said.
"I asked to see her again," Dylan said. "But I also confided in her that she was very sexy with cum dripping down her inner thigh. I admitted that I really wanted to lick it but just couldn't because she was drunk and that would be wrong."
"So it was like one of those interview scenes from When Harry Met Sally," Carmen commented. "'At that moment I knew; I knew the way you know about a good melon.' Dylan was what -- and who -- I'd been looking for."
"Well, that makes sense. I understand why Akiko thought we should talk. Is there anything you need that we might be able to help with?"