Flight JA 231 from San Francisco to Osaka began its descent in the early evening into Kansai International Airport with two young women on board who had very different thoughts going through their heads. The tall blonde haired, blue eyed senior stand out on the Wisconsin Badgers softball team was contemplating the past 24 hours, and the adventure before her. Just one day ago she was dreading the absence of her passion, a petite, doll like Japanese girl she became infatuated with who ended up stealing her heart. Coquettish and mischievous, she showed Amanda that love can be guileless and exhilarating, and that sex can be amazing and deeply satisfying.
Amanda thought her friend would be returning to Japan alone for the two months of summer break, leaving her alone to deal with an aching heart. She fell to tears at the airport when she was surprised by Hina and her mother with a ticket to Japan and a suitcase with all her stuff, leaving her with no option but to follow her friend to the land of the rising sun. She had barely been out the USA before. Her international experience was limit to a few hunting trips to Canada with the guys in her family. She had no idea what to expect when they touched down in a strange new land.
From what she knew of Japan, she might have expected everyone to be wearing kimonos and thick glasses, driving around in flying cars. But more rationally she was thinking of how it would be to stay at Hina's house, with her family, how to behave and how they would communicate. She was nervous, would it be uncomfortable, and how might Hina's family feel about having a giant American invading their space and would they suspect she was their daughter's lover. Subconsciously she decided to be as quiet as possible and not move very much. If she had given words to those thoughts she would have felt they were silly. Hina, on the other hand, was much less worried.
Hina had been planning to kidnap her friend ever since Amanda took her to their family's dairy farm. The experience had been wonderful. Everyone was so kind; the farm was fascinating, and it was enlightening to see how Amanda had grown up. She felt so much closer to her girlfriend after the trip, and she wanted to do the same for Amanda. She called Amanda's mother, who thought kidnapping her daughter was a wonderful idea, and the two of them set the whole scheme in motion. Hina was trying to think through Amanda's eyes how she would perceive all the things she wanted them to do together on this trip. Hina's family had no idea she was a lesbian, and she wasn't very keen for them to find out. She would be just as happy living her whole life having them never find out, but she did want to be intimate with her girlfriend during the trip. She realized she was developing a taste for exhibitionism, and she had the wildest orgasms from being naughty.
As the airplane lined up on the runway to land Hina took Amanda's hand, they interlaced their fingers and held tightly. Without breaking the silence, they turned their heads, gave each other a long kiss and smiled. The plane touched down, then they suffered a long line through immigration, grabbed the bags, waved through at customs and they were free to go.
"Is anybody coming to meet us?" Amanda asked.
"Lesson one," Hina held up her finger, "In Japan the train goes everywhere. In two days you are going to become an expert at using the train, so why not start now."
"Very good. I am your blank canvas."
They dragged their bags over to the train station. Hina showed her how to read the map, how to buy a ticket and go through the gate. She explained the types of trains and a bit of train etiquette. Amanda was hoping she could remember, but there were so many things distracting her, people rushing everywhere, signs she couldn't read and so many strange sounds.
"What's with the birds sounds?" Amanda asked, "is that for our pleasure?"
"That is a kestrel," Hina answered, "They play it to keep pigeons away."
"Clever. Maybe you do have flying cars."
They boarded the train and sat down. "These are nice, just like airplane seats," Amanda said, "and the train is so clean. How long will it take to your house?"
"About an hour. That will give me a time to brief you on my family." Hina said, "First of all, they are very excited to have you stay will us, even though it may not seem that way at first. Japanese people are a little shy about showing their feelings. My father is very busy. I'm sure you'll hardly see him."
"What does he do?"
"He's an architect. He restores old Japanese style homes. He designed our house. It's small compared to your house, but it's nice. My mother is a typical Japanese housewife. Her life revolves around taking care of the family. They're fine, but it's my brother you may have to worry about. He's a little pervert."
"Oh really? What's up with him?"
"He lurks, he spies, he has a pile of porn magazines in his room. I'm convinced he's constantly masturbating."
"And I'm sure you sneak into his room to borrow a magazine for a little pearl diving yourself. Seems normal to me, just like my brothers. Boys are filthy animals." The girls laughed out loud.
"Maybe, but your brothers are so handsome. Daisuke is just a skinny little turd. And we can talk my masturbation habits later."
"I can see you have great affection for your brother. Daisuke? Cool name. Can I ask, do you still have a thing for Max?"
"Not at all, you're the only Clark I'm interested in. I only let your brother fuck me because I wanted you to watch. It made me want you even more."
"I think perversion runs in your family. I'll take that as a half truth, but is there something I should watch out for."
"I'm absolutely sure he is going to stare at you with his mouth hanging open. Being so close to a gorgeous Amazon princess will cause his brain to malfunction. And he will definitely be plotting ways to see you naked."
"That actually sounds fun. I'm going to let him see me naked, and I'm going to flirt, just to get back at you." She leaned over and stole a quick kiss from her friend.
"Just be careful. You don't want to wind up with a testicle under your pillow."
They reached their station and exited the ticket gate. It was dark and late, and not many people around.
"Still nobody to meet us?" Amanda asked.
"My house is over here, just a few minutes walk. They know we're coming."
"I'm a little nervous meeting your family."
"Don't worry, they will love you. Just one thing. They don't know I'm a lesbian, so we need to behave."
They passed through a few narrow streets until they reached a large covered wooden gate.
"This is it. This is my house."
"This is almost surreal. It looks so Japanese. I would have never guessed one day ago I'd be standing at your house, in Japan. What is that?" pointing to a small placard with kanji.
"That is my family name. Every house has one. This says "Kobayashi" it means small forest."
The gate creaked as they passed through and Amanda felt transported. She found herself in a beautiful Japanese garden with small pine and maple trees lining a stone path that led up to a large tradition two story Japanese home.
"Your house is beautiful. Your father made it? It looks like something from an old samurai movie." Hina smiled at her comment. They stepped up to the entry and slid open the double sliding doors.
"Take off your shoes." Amanda obeyed. Just then a middle-aged woman who was the spitting image of Hina came into the room.
