Lucian and the woman he knows as Masumi come back to earth.
Things you need to know before reading this story: 1) It will not make sense unless you read Day One and Day Two first. 2) Lucian thinks that Naoko's name is Masumi. 3) The point of view goes back and forth between them. 4) It does not have a happy ending.
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At about two in the morning, he woke up to find her out of bed. He looked around the hotel room and she wasn't there. As he began to panic and get up the door opened and in came Masumi (the name Naoko had given him when they met) looking ridiculous in the hotel's terrycloth robe. It was much too big for her, so she had doubled the gown under, tucked under her arms and wrapped both sides tightly around her chest. It was just barely held in place with the belt tied tight and knotted around her waist. She could only take little baby steps or the whole thing would fall apart and the robe would come open. She was carrying the ice bucket and a handful of plastic bags from the ice dispenser. He did not let on that he was awake and after a while, he fell asleep again.
Quietly, Naoko slipped out of the robe, put the ice bucket on a side table, and put the key where he had left it. She went into the bathroom and got two towels, still damp from their games earlier in the night. She put ice in the bags, wrapped them in towels, and put them on her breasts, which had dark, long bruises where they had been clamped. She sat there for a long time, letting the ice take the soreness away, looking out over Tokyo, and thinking. Somewhere out there, she thought, Katsumi was sleeping and dreaming of her wedding. Katsumi, who had been her best friend at school, maybe her only friend, who would sit with her and talk with her about boys. Who she had introduced to Tadashi. And now Tadashi was marrying her and not Naoko. And yet, she wasn't upset. Not now. Not now that she knew what she knew. She would never see Tadashi or Katsumi again and she didn't care. She had never loved Tadashi. He was just the only one who ever paid attention to her.
On Sunday morning they woke up early but did not go back to sleep. Lucian's dick was bright red and a little numb. His balls were tender when Naoko felt them. Naoko's own insides ached pleasantly and it burned just a little when she peed. They spent some time watching an old Japanese monster movie on TV -- something Lucian could enjoy without understanding the dialogue. Naoko sat on his lap and let him fondle her sore and aching tits while they watched -- she was submitting again to pain, just not as intense as last night, but occasionally she yelped if he hurt her too much. The nipples were ok and he liked to tweak them but he couldn't pull them hard anymore because below the bruises her breasts were very sore from the night's play. From time to time she straddled his leg while she watched the movie and rubbed herself on him, leaving a little wet spot.
In the late morning they soaked in the tub for a long time, together. Japanese style, they took a shower first, then immersed themselves in the warm water. It took a while for Lucian to get into the right position but it seemed to work best when he lay back and Masumi lay on her back on top of him. She was so light, especially in water, and in that position he could stroke the front of her hairless body any way he wanted. He had to be careful with her tits, though. Masumi put his hands on them and clearly still wanted him to touch them and fondle them but they were obviously sore. If he pulled her nipples hard, like yesterday, it seemed to give her pain. So he mostly played with her smooth, newly shaved crotch and sometimes she stroked his penis when it stuck up between her legs.
They were tired. They still wanted each other but they were reaching their limits.
A little before noon, Masumi kissed Lucian and pulled him toward the bed. He had a sinking feeling that this was the farewell fuck but he didn't want to face the possibility. They had used up all the condoms of the brand he bought -- all they had left were the bad ones. But by this time Masumi had been well stretched and it was getting much easier to penetrate her; the condoms may have been substandard but they probably wouldn't break this time. She had also learned how to relax when he pushed into her. So she nodded her acceptance when he put the tight condom on and drew him between her wide-open legs. He felt like he was going home, entering her tight but very wet pussy, so familiar, so inviting. He was actually glad for the smaller condom because the rolled-up edge of it was like a cock ring, keeping him harder than he would have been. They fucked like the first time for a while, him completely overwhelming her little body, then they switched to her on top, with the rocking motion she liked so much, and for a while they did it doggie style, with her rump high on pillows. This time the desperate need was gone, that sense of need and that they could give each other relief. This time, they fucked because they just wanted to, because they liked and wanted to pleasure each other, and because they enjoyed their own as well as each other's bodies.
Lucian came first this time, while she was on top of him, and Naoko watched his face contort as he shot his load. Once again she fantasized what it would be like to let him come inside her, to impregnate her, to carry and then nurse his baby and all the while let him play with her body any way he wanted -- to let go and be his vessel and sexual ... Naoko broke off her fantasy because she started to come. He had brought her to it during his last strokes, before he softened. It was a long come, less intense than before but very long, and it seemed to come from deep within her, as if her womb were joining a sexual conversation about satisfaction, fantasy, and aspirations.
Lucian saw that she was having a good come and he was glad. He started thinking that maybe they could work something out to be together. She had told him last night she was single -- that was really all he knew about her that did not concern her body. She was clearly deeply into sex with him and he was infatuated with her.
Maybe... "Masumi," he said, finally, "I think we should talk about us..."
"No!" Naoko said sharply. Then she put her fingers over his lips. "We are together now. It is enough." It saddened her to say this but it had to be said. She lay by his side without saying another word.
