Retired AV idol Yuki Kusanagi, a.k.a "Snow Princess," tells the story of her rather late sexual awaken (during her first year of college) and of her desperate effort to lose her virginity. Based on characters that appear in "Becoming the Snow Princess" and "Rie's Dress."
In high school, when they ask you to answer those "career goals" questionnaires, no one ever writes, "I plan to be a porn star," or "AV idol," as we're called here in Japan. It certainly never occurred to me, but during my first year of college, I found myself heading down that road. But that's not what this story is about. This story is about me trying to get laid in town where 19 year old virgins don't exist, about how I discovered sex, about all the trouble I had getting laid, and about how I finally lost my cherry. I swear I could climax simply from telling the story.
When I was in school, because I didn't like to study, and especially because of the way I dressed, the teachers all thought that I was a trouble maker, what we call a ske-ban. I had no business being in school at all. I hated it and didn't really have to be there. Attendance in high school isn't mandated by law, but my mom thought she was doing me a favor, that by staying in school I'd avoid her fate: pregnant and unmarried at 17. I guess it worked since it wasn't until I was a senior in high school that I even started thinking about sex, and in college before I had any.
In Japan, the purpose of going to high school is to go to college, and since I'd spent four years preparing, I took the exam; to a two-year college. I wasn't much of a student, but I wasn't enough of a rebel to buck the system. Beside, as long as I was in school, I could stay at home.
How did I miss sex in a country where it's rare for a girl to leave high school a virgin? I couldn't say now, but I thought of almost nothing but sex once I discovered it, and don't remember what I thought about before. I also discovered what it was like to play with another girl's body. That girl was my best friend Nobuko.
Nobu and I had been friends since junior high, and we were both a year older than our classmates: Nobu because she had been sick for a year; me because . . . because in those days, my mother is a drunken loser that got me into kindergarten a year late. Now we were inseparable, figuratively, and then literally. I'd often stay at her house, and whenever I did, we'd take our bath together, which is pretty normal here. And even when we got bigger it was no different than going to the public bath-house where friends or relatives would scrub each other's backs. As much time as we had spent together naked, I'm surprised something didn't happen earlier. In term of sex, Nobu and I were similar; clueless until college. I didn't think about it at all; Nobu thought it was disgusting.
How our bodies developed goes a long way toward explaining our respective attitudes about sex. I developed rather slowly, and I had a girl's body well beyond high school. I was an adult before I ever started wearing any kind of a bra, and I the tits I now have, I paid for; bought the best on the market.
For Nobuko it was just the opposite. Besides being a little on the chubby side, Nobuko started to develop early and wearing regular bras long before most of us were wearing trainers. Many of the other girls were jealous of how she looked, or embarrassed, or something, because they made fun of her. But not me, she was my best friend after all, and it made me mad.
That may have been what started me down the road to becoming a "delinquent," because whenever the other girls would pick on her, I'd always step in, ready to fight anyone. I punched one girl, giving her a bloody nose, and she ran off crying to the teacher. I got in trouble, but after that Nobu and I became tighter than ever, and the next time someone gave her some shit, she took care of the offender herself. It got us both some notoriety and in a Japanese school, once you get that kind of reputation, you never live it down, even though we were never as bad as the teachers thought. Nonetheless, the whispers followed us. There were whispers about us being "lez" as well, but these were just rumors. At least at the time.
Nobu had had a woman's body all through high school, and while the other girls picked on her, I did at least notice how all the boys, and even men who saw us walking to school, looked at her. Of course they did; the uniform designed to shield our innocence has become a major fetish item, making the girls who wore them part of the fetish. The eyes of these men and boys were always fixed on how her titties pushed against the sailor blouse of her uniform. It made Nobu uncomfortable; having nothing really to look at, I didn't know why it bothered her. I was right there, but I might as well have been invisible.
Perhaps being "underdeveloped" was the reason I hadn't thought about sex before college (Nobu and I were probably the only two virgins on campus, though as it turned out, there was at least one more), but as I said, after I did discover it, I thought of little else. I'd stand in front of my mirror, dragging my hands lightly across my slightly swelling nipples and wonder what it would be like to have what Nobu had. The first time, I was quite surprised to find them harden at my touch, but the sensation sure was pleasant. My breathing got heavy as I ran my hands up and down my body, and I thought about lying down, but watching myself was half the fun. My hand soon drifted down to my nearly smooth pubic mound, (nothing much developed there either) and as I slipped my finger across my slit, I found that I was wet. By this time, I'd closed my eyes, and was so into how good it felt, I stopped thinking.
I was still a virgin then so I didn't think to stick my finger inside of myself, but simply rubbing my glistening finger against my clit was pleasurable beyond description. Soon my body was convulsing from my first orgasm. My knees went weak, and I had to hold on to my dresser to keep my balance. It was a lot of fun, but it made me think, 'this would be even better if I had tits,' and that focused my attention on Nobuko's breasts in a new way. The next day I asked Nobu to stay over on Saturday night. My mom was a bar hostess, so she was never home at night.
"Sure, I guess," Nobu had said. "What so special about Saturday?"
"Nothing," I said. I didn't know how I was going to manage what I was trying to achieve (or even what that was), but I was smiling in a way that tipped her that something was up. She looked at me strangely, but shrugged it off.
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On Saturday, we went to Harajuku to watch people, shop, and show off our "street styles" (outlandish but creative outfits); I was wearing a denim mini-skirt and plaid shirt tied around my waist, black bikini-top, beat-up old leather biker jacket, and black 'bat boots. Nobuko had by then gone from chubby to curvaceous, and was showing it off in a similar get-up, minus the shirt. She was also wearing her old school kilt rather than denim. Of course, our jackets were open. Not the usual Harajuku style, but we did get some looks.
We were having fun, but I was distracted; I could hardly wait until my mom went to the bar and we had the apartment to ourselves. When we did get home, I wanted to drag Nobu into the bath as soon as we walked through the door, but I kept my cool as best I could. Nobu kept bugging me about what the big secret was, but I would just change the topic. She eventually gave up, and we spent the afternoon and early evening watching TV and talking girl stuff. Actually, I didn't know what I was planning; I was just hoping that once in the bath I might have some chance to touch her tits.
Finally she suggested that we take a bath, which was great because for some reason I couldn't seem to take that step. I was sure that if I had suggested it, she would know what I was up to. Once we were inside the bath, naked together in such a small space, I got my nerve back. I was behind her, scrubbing her back when I asked, "Can I touch your tits?"
"Is that what all of this is about?" she asked.
"Kind of. But it's just because I'm curious," I said. "I have nothing. I just wonder what it will be like, and I'm tired of waiting." As if waiting would help.
"Okay, I guess it'll be all right." she said, raising her arms a little.
I knew what it would be like for her if I touched her nipples, but I just pressed one finger against its fleshy side. It was firm, yet soft, and moved under the pressure of my finger. I was fascinated.
