Amanda Likes Japanese Girls
by Vincent
Part 1
Amanda was in her bath robe sitting on her bed, waiting for the sound she's waited for every night this week. Amanda had a crush. She knew it was the real thing, because when she met Hina for the first time her teeth tingled. It was a dead give away. Every time she met someone that piqued her love interest she had that same reaction, tingling teeth. Almost all the girls in her wing of the dorm showered in the morning, like most Americans, to wash away the sleepy. Now Amanda showered at night, usually late, because she waited until she heard the footsteps of the Japanese exchange student at the end of the hall on her way to the shower. Two nights she missed the sound all together, twice there were other girls in the shower room, and once Hina went back to her room because she'd forgotten something.
She heard the distinct flip flop sound of bathroom slippers going past her door, but decided to wait a few minutes to make sure her love interest had already entered the shower when she arrived. Amanda didn't want to allow her another excuse to go back to her room, claiming she forgot her conditioner or something. She grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed down the hall. There was nobody in the changing room, but Amanda could hear the shower running. She put her robe in a locker and went into the shower room. There were partitions between the showers, but there weren't any doors. Two rows of three showers went down each side and at the far end there was a bathtub.
Amanda grew up on a Wisconsin dairy farm with two younger brothers. She was no stranger to hard work or rough play. She played softball and basketball in high school, and developed an athletic figure that complimented her blond haired, farm girl beauty very well. In fact, she became a Badger on a softball scholarship. When she entered the shower naked Hina turned to watch the gorgeous Amazon in motion. She couldn't help thinking it was the most athletic body she had ever seen on a girl and part of her wished she looked just the same. Hina thought her new friend must be very confident and proud.
"Hey there, Hina," Amanda said with a big smile, "How was your day?" What she really wanted to say was, "You look so beautiful nude and I want to make love with you." Hina was almost the opposite of Amanda, the top of her head only came up to Amanda's chin. She had the typical delicate features of an Asian woman, a slim body, small round breasts, creamy beige skin, and big hazel colored eyes that melted Amanda's heart.
"It was ok," Hina said, "It's just that I have a hard time understanding some of my professors."
"You're lucky. I can't understand any of mine." Amanda stepped into the stall across from Hina and turned on the water. As she wetted herself and began to rub soap on her body she stole glances at Hina. Amanda watched her skin glisten as the lather washed down her body onto the floor. Her bathing had the aura of an erotic dance as she twisted and bent to reach all her places. She imagined what it would be like to move with her, to kiss the skin the foam surrendered. For a moment their eyes locked breaking Amanda's thoughts. She suddenly became aware she had been unconsciously rubbing the bar of soap back and forth over her vagina. Moreover she realized Hina had seen her. Amanda needed to cover her embarrassment.
"If you need any help with your classes, I would be glad to go over some material with you," she offered.
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that. You have school and softball and other things. I'm sure you are so busy," Hina replied, but actually thought she could really use the help.
"Not at all. I usually waste too much time in the evenings; anyway you just live down the hall. I'll kick you out if I get too busy"
"Ok, that would be nice." They exchanged smiles. "I hope you don't mind me saying," Hina continued, "you have a beautiful body."
"Thank you," it pleased Amanda to hear Hina say that.
"You look so strong, yet you are so, uh, like a female."
"Feminine."
"Yes, feminine. Thank you."
"See, I can help."
"Would you like me too wash your back? It's a tradition in Japan. We wash each other's backs."
Amanda wasn't sure what to think, but she liked the idea of closing the physical distance between them. "Sure, that would be nice," she said.
Hina shut off her water. She took a washcloth and filled it with soap. The girls looked in each other's eyes for a moment. Amanda wondered if Hina was sharing any of the same feelings.
"Turn around," Hina said. She began making small circles on Amanda's back. She started in the middle and had to reach up to get her shoulders, then worked her way down. Hina was doing a very thorough job. "You have beautiful skin."
"Thank you. It's from growing up on a dairy farm," the taller girl said, "That feels nice."
"What is dairy?"
"Oh, it's milk. My family raises cows for milk."
"I love cows. They are so cute."
"You wouldn't think so if you had to take care of them."
"Maybe," Hina said thoughtfully, "but still I would like to see your dairy farm some day."
"Sure. It's about a two hour drive from here. We can go for a weekend."
"That would be so much fun."
Hina didn't stop scrubbing at Amanda's waist. She continued down to her bottom, rubbing the cloth over each buttock and into the space between, admiring her lean shapely ass. Amanda felt the cloth touch her pussy, but it was very brief and couldn't tell if it was intentional or not.
"There you go, all done," Hina said, "now you can rinse." Amanda turned to let the stream wash the suds away, but Hina didn't step back. The girls looked at each other silently for a moment, both of them unsure what to do next. They let their gaze lower over each other's bodies, feeling their desire swell. Hina put her hand on Amanda's stomach. "I like touching your body," the smaller girl said, then she broke the silence again, "You don't have any hair there. Do all American girls shave?"
It took a moment for Amanda to comprehend the question. "Oh, I suppose it's fashionable these days. I think most girls do."
"I want to be an American girl, too. I want to be like you," Hina said. She grabbed her thick black pubic hair in her fingers and pulled. "Japanese girls don't shave. It would be shameful for them."
"Why? Nobody would see."
"In Japan, hot springs are very popular. People would think a girl is a slut if she shaved."
"So you know the word slut? Your English is pretty good."