The week at the school went by without problems. My teacher, a young and very attractive Japanese lady, seemed very pleased with my achievements about the language. Maybe she was trying to flirt with me, or maybe it was just a fantasy of mine. But I did not want to "cheat" Masako. No secrets, no lies, no problems. I know, "Carpe Diem," seize the day, but, you know, there is a thing called "self-respect". And however, I had food for the winter already, so, why bother?
Friday night Masako phoned me. I fancied that she wanted to show me the Tokyo nightlife (cruising, you know), but she did not call for that: she was too tired. I was on vacation, she was not. She just wanted to be sure that I was free for the weekend. She told me she had a surprise for me. A big, big surprise, she said.
We met at the subway station near my "student's house". And she was not alone. Yoko was with her.
I guessed it was her, and so it was: Masako introduced her to me, and vice versa. Yoko was very shy, and she acted with Masako as with an "Onee San," an older sister. She looked for her protection, and her teaching. Body language, no problem to get the picture. I wondered why Masako went to the date with her. It took me a bit of time (and a bit of help) to realize why. Yoko was the "surprise"...
"I talked to her about you," Masako told me in Italian language, while Yoko blushed a bit. "She has never been with a 'Gaijin'... And today is her birthday!"
I could guess how she had talked to her about me. "He is nice, amiable, genteel...with a long hard 'Dikku'!"...
"How many years?"
"Twenty!" she said, smiling about my scruples. No worry, I am not offering you an under-age..."And she only speaks English."
I had never been a birthday gift for anyone. But you have to prove everything in your life. Except incest and folk dances, as someone said. And Yoko was neither, after all...
"Well...There is a park here around," I said, in Japanese. "What about a stroll?"
"Why not?" Masako said. Yoko nodded, surprised. A "Gaijin" who speaks "Nihon-go" quite well was a rarity. I was a bit less alien to her, now. I got an approving glance from Masako too, while we started moving. You have acted well. Don't push too hard. She wants to do it, but she doesn't know you, she had never seen you before. Give her time to get used to you. And then...
We strolled around in the park for a couple of hours, calmly, exchanging small talks. Yoko did her best to speak English too, to put the guest (that is, me) more at ease. And to practice too, why not.
She looked like the typical Japanese, or however Asian girl of the American or Italian movies of my childhood days. Sweet, polite, discreet and with a strong, very strong and feminine Asian accent.
Delicious.
Masako seemed perfectly at ease, tranquil, not a bit jealous. She was happy that I was becoming a "friend" for her cohabitant, and that I was playing my role with style. Maybe she too felt herself a bit of an "Onee San" for her. They were from the same province, and Yoko had come very lately in the big city, to attend the university. She was not only younger, but even quite clumsy yet, She was not only younger, but even quite clumsy yet, more like a shy teenager than like a young adult woman. And this excited the maternal instinct of the "older girl".
Sure, in many countries you don't expect that your "older sister" introduce to you a handsome male, from the other side of the world, tested by herself, for your birthday, to let you have "a friend," or have fun, or even to "have an experience". But, countries you go, older sisters you find...
At a certain time, Yoko looked at Masako, and then at me, like a child who would like to play or chat with an unknown person, but is afraid to bother him...
"Now I would want... I would like to..." she said.
Me and Masako looked at each other. And she nodded. Yoko just wanted "it".
We went to the same love hotel where I went with Masako. She liked it, and me too. It was one of the not so many hotels which did no question about the number of guests: one, two, three, five, how many you like. You pay the piper, you call the tune...
Yoko insisted for us to make a shower all together. Now she was very cheerful, she smiled, she could not wait. She felt safe, at her ease between friends, not judged. It seemed to be a game, for her. And for Masako too, after all. Well, let's play...
We went under the warm water drizzle, all together, naked. Yoko had a nice little body, quite similar to Masako's one. She had told me, in the park, that they were cousins, third or fourth degree, but I thought they were closer relatives: they were very akin. Not only because, for a "Gaijin," all Asian girls seem equal. Yoko was laughing, giggling, touching me and Masako, and letting me look at her, touch her, grope her, kiss her, sniff her... And Masako too, of course...
We went back in the wide Japanese-style room. I had only a towel around my limbs, Yoko and Masako wore the snow-white robes supplied by the hotel.
They ordered me to lay on the futon and started a little show for me, chanting a Japanese tune, something between an ancient traditional chant and a sentimental pop song, with the most, say, passionate points masked by poetical euphemisms, but underlined by their moves: they showed me their breasts, touched their pubes and looked at me with sweet, submissive eyes... They should have proved this show, using Karaoke bases or something like that. Maybe they had even played it at some joint or girls-only party. A pretty, amateurish, but well performed show. They wanted to play geisha a bit, and they made it not so bad at all.
When the song ended, they bowed like professional artists, and I applauded. They laughed, and come closer to me.
"Who will you fuck first?" said Yoko. He could have said "who want you to play with?" with the same smile.
I looked at Masako, and she smiled, nodding. It was Yoko's birthday, so she had the precedence.
"Since you had talked..." I said with a rough, rude man's voice, "I will fuck YOU first!"
I grabbed her arm and pull her down on my side, on the futon. She cried a bit, surprised by my swift decision and rough action, but then started laughing, while I saddled astride her, widened her legs with my knees, as if I wanted to rape her.
Of course I didn't. I undressed her, leaving the robe beneath her beautiful naked body, and then she stopped laughing, and winced, as if in fear. She was looking at her belly, where my dick lay. It was ready to use, and it was pressing on her soft tummy. And long it was from her pubes up to her hub. I got the picture, and I stopped playing the big bad wolf.
