"Mirayi, mon amour, can you please watch my coat? I've got to go to the washroom, been holding it since we left campus," Rachel Guillaume said, shaking her head. The tall, curvaceous young Haitian-Canadian woman carefully draped her black leather jacket over the back of the chair. Mirayi Yasimoto smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her tea. Rachel flashed Mirayi a sly wink, then walked away.
Mademoiselle has a nice derriere, Mirayi thought with a smile. Rachel looked simply gorgeous in a black leather jacket over a red turtleneck shirt, black Yoga pants that looked almost painted on and showed off her thick, muscular thighs ( and her big ass ), and black leather boots. Her long black hair was done into neat tresses which hung off her back, mere inches above her waist. As Rachel headed to the ladies room, both women and men checked her out, and Mirayi smiled. Sorry, people, this cutie is mine, Mirayi thought.
Mirayi sat there, sipping her tea while waiting for Rachel. At this hour, the Copley Mall food court was packed, and Mirayi could barely hear herself think over the din of families dining, business types and working-class types going about their day. Copley Mall was supposedly the largest shopping center in the Boston area. Mirayi had seen much bigger malls in Tokyo, Osaka, Okinawa and other parts of Japan. American malls left her...underwhelmed.
Coming to the Copley Mall had been Rachel's idea, and as usual, Mirayi went along with it. The two of them met during orientation day for international students at Suffolk University, a few short months ago. Two young women who simply couldn't be more different. Mirayi, a native of the Japanese Home Islands, and Rachel, a Haitian-Canadian newcomer to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, by way of Montreal, Quebec. Yet, as different as they seemed on the surface, Mirayi and Rachel shared a secret. They were two of a kind...
"Beautiful girls are my weakness," those were Mirayi's first words to Rachel, when she nearly tumbled while looking for a seat inside the packed auditorium at Suffolk University. The short, slender young Japanese woman flashed her most disarming smile at the object of her affection, a tall, curvy young Black woman who looked like she could give Serena Williams a run for her money in the looks and athleticism department. My Afro-Caribbean goddess, Mirayi thought, grinning.
"Yeah, that and apparently gravity," Rachel replied, chuckling, and Mirayi laughed as well. From that moment on, they were fast friends. For Mirayi, this was a most wondrous meeting. In modern-day Japan, as progressive as the country proclaimed itself, being gay, bisexual or lesbian was still considered taboo. Mirayi's parents knew she liked girls, but she didn't throw it in their faces, preferring to be discrete in her private life. It was the Japanese way.
Moving to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, even for a year, well, that afforded Mirayi Yasimoto the kind of freedoms she never would have dreamed of back in Japan. On the streets of Boston, Mirayi saw handsome, masculine men...in the arms of other handsome, masculine men. She saw gorgeous young women who looked hotter than most magazine models fearlessly kiss other young women. Boston is like no place on earth, Mirayi thought, amazed.
"Hey, boo, I'm back," came a feminine voice, and Mirayi grinned as Rachel threw her arms around her, and kissed her on the earlobe. Mirayi purred like a kitten and turned around, kissing her lover passionately. Mirayi loved it when Rachel called her boo, a term of endearment among young people of color in the North American lexicon. Black folks in North America are in a league of their own, Mirayi thought, pleased with that observation.
