Learning_About_Myself.01 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/01 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION PART 01 CHAPTER I My Cousin Reina "_Tadaima_! I'm home!" I called out as I slid back the metal-framed door of our house and removed my shoes in the tiny entrance lobby: "_Okaeri nasai_! Welcome back!" replied my mother's voice from somewhere inside in the traditional response to my announcement. As I expected, my mother was seated in the eight-mat room which was the main living-space of our small traditional house, paying no attention to the game show playing on the television and reading the evening edition of the _Mainichi Shimbun_. "What are we having to eat?" I asked at once. "Wait and see," said my mother. Then, relenting, she added: "I bought some _sashimi_ on the way home and then there are some burgers in the fridge. You like those, don't you?" "Ooh, yes - lovely!" "Now, it's getting late so hurry up and get ready. And I have something important to tell you." "What? What?" I asked excitedly. "Wait and see," said my mother again, and this time meant it. I hurried to the little room which was both my sleeping space and my study, dropped my schoolbag beside the desk where I would later have to do my homework, and quickly stripped off my high-school sailor-suit uniform. I changed to a _yukata_ cotton bathrobe and ran to the bathroom at the back of the house. The water in the _o-furo_ was still hot - my mother usually filled it for us both as soon as she returned from her office - and after a quick wash and rinse with the hand-shower I stepped into the tub and sat for a while with the water up to my neck. I didn't stay long. It wasn't really late, despite what my mother had said, but I knew she liked to get dinner over early so that she could supervise my homework and then get to bed: she had an early start and a long commute every morning to the real-estate company in Otemachi, the Tokyo financial centre, where she had worked ever since my father had walked out on us both when I was very young. I tended to take my mother for granted, but if I thought about it at all I was proud of the industrious and self-sacrificing way she had shouldered responsibility for the two of us, becoming a valued and reliable employee and living down the shame of having been abandoned by my father. I patted myself dry with a little towel as the hot water steamed off me. These days I liked to examine myself as best I could after the bath in the little mirror, checking the progress of the physical changes that had recently started happening to me: the swelling curves of my firm young breasts and buttocks, the narrowing of my waist, the first signs of black fuzz between my legs ... I knew these were natural developments and nothing to be ashamed of. My mother had told me what to expect and why these things were happening to me, and of course at school giggling groups of girls secretively compared each others' development when changing for gym classes. I was considered to be one of the most advanced, though of course I was very careful to be modest and not seem to show off. I discreetly denied my progress towards becoming a grown-up girl even though I was privately rather proud of it - and enjoyed the way running my fingers lightly over my skin now sent fluttering spasms of pleasure all through me. I had heard, or read somewhere, that lovers did that to each other; but I could hardly imagine myself having a lover or knowing how to find one. I didn't think of the boys who sometimes joined us girls after classes and wanted us to play with their cocks as lovers - they were just part of the casual physical contact of school. I was an average sort of girl, really: a little over average height perhaps, because of my fairly long legs, and a bit slimmer than most of my friends, but otherwise quite ordinary. There was a little tape-measure hidden in the sleeve of my _yukata_ which I sometimes used to check how well my breasts were growing. Exploring my newly sensitive body I had discovered wonderful feelings which spread from the strange folds between my legs and from the hard points of my new breasts when I touched and stroked them. One or two girls, more daring than me and with more generous allowances than my mother could afford to give me, passed round magazines published for teenaged girls, containing a mixture of advice articles and explicit _manga_ cartoons, from which I learned that there was nothing unnatural about these nice feelings and that a girl could and should learn to make them even nicer by special movements of her fingers, exploring more adventurously between her legs with one hand and pinching her nipples hard with the other. It seemed strange that hurting oneself like that should feel so good, but I couldn't deny that it did! The writers in the magazines even spoke about how these feelings could build up into overwhelming climaxes which were the most wonderful experiences a girl could have. I hadn't had those experiences yet, but I was looking forward to them. But tonight there was no time for measuring myself and experimenting with new ways of making myself tingle and quiver with enjoyment. My mother had told me to be quick, and she had an important matter to discuss. I hurried back to my little sleeping area, gathered my long hair together into a simple clip, and put on a clean pair of school knickers and a simple blouse and long skirt. In the living area my mother had already shared out the slices of raw fish and had prepared tiny plates with a little pool of soy sauce and a dab of green _wasabi_ horseradish. We sat on chairs and ate from a small round table: there was a square of carpet spread over the _tatami_ mats to stop the legs of the Western furniture damaging them. My mother couldn't afford for us to move to a more modern house or apartment, but we both liked to make ourselves comfortable with what we had. Of course I could sit on my heels in Japanese style if I needed to, and when I did I tried to emulate my mother who looked wonderfully elegant in Japanese dress and posture, but that was for special formal occasions. "Did you have a good day, dear?" asked my mother. "Oh, yes ... English, and gym class ..." "You enjoy those, don't you?" "I suppose so ... and after school I played and chatted with some friends." I did not explain that nowadays playing with friends often meant innocent sexual experimentation, or that the things we chatted about included the exciting new pleasures we were finding in our developing bodies and the strange but thrilling things boys expected us to do to them. My mother didn't ask or require me to come home straight after school. The house would be empty anyway, as she worked quite long hours at her office. We finished the _sashimi_ and my mother moved to the tiny cooking area where she grilled the burgers and scooped rice for us both from the rice cooker. She served the rice on plates beside the burgers so of course we laid down our chopsticks and ate the food with knives and forks. When she had returned to her chair, she looked at me seriously. "Now, Sayaka," she said, "I want you to be very grown-up and very sensible." I knew this was going to be important because she addressed me by my full name. That only happened when she was in a very serious mood. Normally I was just Saya - or even Saa-chan. "I had a private phone call at the office today. I'm sorry to say that Grandfather is very ill." Grandfather Isobe was her father, of course. He was over eighty, a widower and lived in an old people's home in Fukuoka on the southern island of Kyushu. My mother was his only child. Of course I had, in theory, other grandparents - my father's parents - but I had had no contact with them since he had left us. I said nothing: just looked at my mother and waited for her to tell me what was going to happen. "I went to see my Section Chief and told him I felt I had to go to him. He wasn't pleased, of course - I had to admit to receiving a private call at work, for one thing - but once he'd taken in how serious it was he had to admit I'd never asked for special treatment before." I knew that was true. My mother was determined to make a success of her position in the company and part of that was never asking for special leave, or even quitting the office early, to cope with family responsibilities. It hadn't been easy. When I had been going through the childhood illnesses which meant taking me to the hospital or even just to the doctor's office, she had had to ask friends and neighbours to stand in for her. They were willing enough to help when they could - they admired her determination to earn her living honestly and her commitment to her employer - but inevitably obligations built up and had to be discharged. People support each other in a Japanese community but the help and support have to be mutual: free-loaders are not respected. "So in the end he agreed I could take some of my annual leave starting tomorrow. Of course I don't know how long I'll have to be away. This may upset our holiday plans." I still said nothing, but that was a blow. We couldn't afford expensive holidays but the union my mother belonged to owned a resort hotel at a hot-spring town in Hokkaido. My mother's application to rent rooms there this summer at the union members' special rate had been successful, and we were going with a neighbouring family who had a teenage son and daughter. Letting them benefit from the cheap rate which my mother could obtain was part of the complicated process of paying off debts and obligations; but even though the young people attended a different school from mine we were friends and I had been looking forward to the holiday enormously. "Still, it may not come to that," my mother was saying. "The immediate problem is what to do about you. I can't take you with me, even if I could take you out of school." "I suppose I could manage on my own," I said determinedly. "After all, I'm fifteen now." "I'm sure you could," said my mother kindly, "but I have a better idea. It's so difficult being such a small family," she said rather sadly, laying down her fork and stretching. It had obviously been a tiring day. Without waiting to be asked, I moved round the table and began to massage her shoulders. "Ah, that's good. Thank you. But don't you want to hear what I decided?" "Of course." "I've asked your cousin Reina to come and stay while I'm away. She'll make sure you come to no harm." "But that's wonderful!" Reina was the daughter of my father's sister and was the only member of his family who had stayed in contact with us. She was five years older than me, so she must now be twenty and officially an adult. She had always been kind to me and I worshipped her. She seemed to me incredibly glamorous and sophisticated, always beautifully dressed in the latest sexy fashions - and to add to all that she had for the past two years had some kind of job in the movie industry. She had never told me exactly what she did but it sounded wonderfully exciting. "I thought you'd be pleased!" said my mother with a smile. "Of course she'll be out all day doing whatever it is she does, but she'll sleep here and will make sure you eat properly and do your homework. And I want you to promise me," she went on more seriously, "not to impose on her or take advantage of her kindness." "Of course I won't. Promise. It will be _so_ exciting to have her all to myself for days and days!" "Not _too_ exciting, I hope." == The next day was a Thursday. My mother said good-bye to me as I left for school: she would have arrived in Fukuoka by the Shinkansen bullet-train long before I was home that evening. I was distracted and inattentive all day at school, longing for my meeting with Reina when I got home. I hoped she would be there waiting for me. She was. In the entrance lobby was a pair of fashionable white boots with high silver heels and pretty chain decorations all down the front. She came out to meet me in her stockinged feet, not bothering with the traditional greeting. "Oh, how lovely to see you again, Saa-chan!" she cried, hugging me and lifting me up into the house in a very untraditional way. "We _are_ going to have fun together!" She held me away from herself. "You're looking very well. And how you've grown! Quite the elegant young lady." "You're looking _so_ beautiful, Reina-san," I said with a touch of longing - even envy - in my voice. Her hair, waved and bleached to a mid-brown, tumbled gracefully down her back. He face was beautifully made up, her lips painted a pretty petunia colour which I knew from the magazines was highly fashionable just then but which I would surely never be allowed to use myself. Her sleeveless dress was just a silvery sheath which reached only a little way down her thighs: I could guess how pretty it would look when teamed with the high-heeled boots with silver decorations which I had seen in the entrance hall. Her slim legs were shown off by black tights in a narrow fishnet pattern. Even though the dress had a high neck it showed off the shapeliness of her breasts: so much more rounded than mine, I thought sadly. I just gazed at her, uncertain what to say. "Now," she said, "my instructions from your mother are that you are to take your bath and then have your dinner. Of course we'll talk while we eat but then it's supposed to be homework - and no television or games till you've finished." I smiled and nodded. I had promised not to be a nuisance to her. "So why don't you go and drop your schoolbooks, then get out of your sailor-suit, and we'll meet at the bath." "To–together?" I said, startled. "Well, yes! We can talk there as long as we like!" Of course I didn't mind being naked and sharing the bath with other girls. We did that all the time when we visited hot-spring resorts - as I was still hoping we would be able to in the summer. But my mother usually let me have privacy in our bath at home. Still, a few minutes later I stepped into the lobby of the bathroom, folded my long hair onto the top of my head and pinned it there roughly, and took off my _yukata_ and hung it on a peg beside Reina's. She was already splashing about on the other side of the frosted glass door. I slid it open and joined her. She was standing under the shower preparatory to soaping herself, wearing only a towel round her hair. She looked even more beautiful than she had done in her pretty minidress: half a head taller than me, with - as I had already guessed - breasts and bottom much more curved and shapely than mine and shown off by an enviably slim waist. "Oh, you're _so_ beautiful!" I couldn't help saying. "But haven't you developed since I saw you last!" she replied. "You were just straight up-and-down then, but look at you now!" "Yes, but not like you." "Oh, you soon will be. Your breasts are still growing. But you're turning into a young woman. Quite fast, I expect." Once we were both thoroughly wet from the shower we squatted on the tiny plastic stools - my mother couldn't afford the proper wooden ones which added to the pine-forest smell of a traditional Japanese bath - and soaped ourselves. As the younger, I of course picked up a little wet towel and scrubbed Reina's back for her. "Ooh, that's nice! Now let me do it to you." She did more than scrub my back: her soapy hands were soon creeping round to my front, washing and stroking my growing breasts, and even lightly tickling my crotch. I moaned with pleasure and leant back against her as she squatted behind me. "Nice?" she said in a soft, teasing voice. "Wonderful. Oh, wonderful!" Her hands were on my breasts again, alternately flicking the hard nipples and then pinching them. "How lovely they are," she said. "Still growing, of course, but _so_ firm. And the nipples are as hard as little rocks. Beautiful. Are they always like that?" "Only ... you know, I can't stop them being like that ... they get hard and stick out whenever I think of ... you know ..." "And are you thinking of sex now?" she asked gently. It was just as well the steamy heat in the bathroom had made me pink all over, or she would have seen my blushes. She didn't wait for an answer: she knew I was, and she knew it was her delightful teasing of my most sensitive places that was making me do it. "Do you do this to yourself?" she asked softly. "_Onani_? Masturbation?" "Yes," I admitted in a whisper. "Good! We must talk about it. I must show you how I do it. After all, it's one of the best things about being a girl, isn't it? That ... and all the other things." She laughed, and gave both my nipples a hard pinch. "Now it's my turn. Do it to me." We exchanged places and now it was my soapy hands which were exploring her breasts. They were so beautiful, I thought, it felt like stroking a work of art. She leant back against me as I had done to her, and opened her legs a little way. I knew what she wanted and began gently stroking her crotch. It felt very different from mine: not just the springy curls of her hair, but the openings, the strange places that seemed so much more developed and interesting than mine did ... "Oh, that's nice," she said. "But I must show you how to do it even better. And how to do it to a man, of course. That's what being a grown-up girl is all about, isn't it? Knowing how to give pleasure ... and how to receive it. We must make the very most of it, don't you agree?" "Well, yes ... I suppose so ..." "Let's get into the bath now." We stood up again, helped each other rinse off the soap under the shower, and stepped together carefully into the hot water. There wasn't much room but we found it possible to sit almost side-by-side, at an angle to each other, my right shoulder against her left. "You're beginning to grow a little hair then," said Reina once we were comfortably settled. "Er, yes ... it's recently started to come ... some of my friends have it too," I added in a burst of confidence. "I wonder ... have you thought of shaving it off?" "Oh ... do you think I should? I thought it was a good thing to have - you, know, being more grown-up ..." "Well, it's a difficult decision. I think a girl should be one thing or the other. Properly grown-up, I mean, or still young and just beginning. When I was your age I decided to keep my pussy shaved smooth. It made me look very young and girlish! Until, as I say, I was properly grown-up. Then it's all right to let it grow. So long as you keep it neat and tidy, of course. Most men like it that way." I was confused. Just now having a little hair was a subject of envy for other girls who hadn't started yet. What did men and their preferences have to do with it, I wanted to know? "Don't you want to be desired by men?" "Well, yes ... I suppose so." "At your age you should want it very much. You're just beginning to discover the power you have over men. The more they want you, the more you can control them, and make them give you pleasure." "I never thought of it that way. Most of my friends talk all the time of getting boyfriends. It seems the boys have power over us, if you see what I mean. The power to choose us. Or not." "Well, yes, it can seem that way. But wouldn't you like to be so desirable that lots and lots of men want you, and you're the one with the power to choose?" I began to wriggle with embarrassment. But then I realised I was causing the water to swirl round us making us uncomfortably hot, so I was still again before Reina could complain. "I suppose at the moment your experiences are only with boys," she went on. "But men - properly grown-up men - are often crazy about very young girls. Girls who are certainly ready for sex and are probably already having plenty, but look as if they haven't quite begun. D'you know what I mean? Men like that adore young girls with completely hairless pussies, and will do _anything_ to have them. In fact, it's quite fashionable these days for even girls of my age and older to shave all their hair off." "Really?" "Yes They think it makes them look as if they're still young and inexperienced. It doesn't really. They're fully developed young women in every other respect, and - as I said - I think they should make the most of being that. But at your age, for a short while, you can present yourself as a little _roriita_ just beginning to discover sex. You know, looking as if you know nothing about it but are longing to be told. And shown." I looked at her with my mouth open and my eyes shining through the steam of the bath. The way she described it, it did seem exciting. "You're very lucky. You can have _so_ much fun that way. And so can your lovers. They'll tell each other about you, and keep coming back for more." I thought about this new idea. It did sound fun as well as thrilling. I especially liked the idea of lots of lovers telling each other about me and all desiring me. It made me want to squirm with excitement - except that in the hot water I couldn't. "What lovers are you having anyway?" Reina asked. "Just ... you know ... boys at school," I murmured shyly. "Tell me." "Well, some of us girls meet sometimes privately in the gymnasium after school," I said. I hadn't told my mother about this: she was content for me to spend time with friends after school, rather than coming home to an empty house, but she thought we just visited shopping malls and cafes together. "You know, comparing each others' bodies. Stroking each other, like you and I did just now. Sharing magazines. And some of the boys found out and came to join us." "Nice for them. Most schoolboys dream of finding a gymnasium full of nude, willing girls." "Uh-huh." "Are you still a virgin?" "I don't know, really ..." "Oh, come on. You must know," said Reina, sounding irritated with me for the first time. "What has happened so far?" "Well, sometimes a boy begs me to let him put his thing into my, er ..." "Into your pussy?" "Yes, into my, er, pussy ... and occasionally I let him because I want him to so much, and it feels _so_ wonderful ... but I always insist that he takes it out again quickly. I know it's dangerous." "And you're not taking any precautions?" "Precautions?" "So you're not. That _is_ dangerous. You could always get an abortion if anything happens, but that costs money and it's much better to avoid it altogether. When is your period due?" "Next week." "All right. So you should be safe for the next few days." Afterwards I wondered why she was so concerned about the next few days, but I said nothing at the time. "And when you've had your period, you must start on the pill. I'll arrange a supply for you." "Thank you." "No, of course you must have that. You can _really_ enjoy sex when you don't have to worry about anything. It makes being a girl _much_ more fun. But your boys - when they've pulled out, what do they do then?" "Oh, then I take them in my mouth," I said happily. "That's so nice! Their ... things ... are so beautiful when they're hard and strong! I kiss them and suck them, and they shout and say how wonderful I am - and then that lovely moment when they suddenly fill my mouth with delicious juice ..." "Yes, I can see you've got the taste for it! Lucky you. And lucky them." "That's how it started," I said dreamily, remembering. == We had been in the gymnasium together, seven or eight of us. My best friend Masumi and I were together, sitting or rather half lying on one of the gymnasium mats. We had just discovered that we could give each other lovely shivery feelings by stroking each other's bottoms - very lightly, with just our fingertips, letting them wander across the curves almost at random. It felt different from the sort of giggly spasms you got from being tickled as a child, I thought: it set off a sort of shimmer of pleasure all through you. Masumi and I had noticed it for the first time when helping each other to change after gym class the day before, but a teacher had seen that we were delaying the others and told us to hurry up. We had been looking forward to experimenting further, and had taken off our school skirts and knickers so as to enjoy the nice feeling more intimately. Masumi's gentle stroking didn't just make my bottom shiver, I was finding: the feeling spread to my breasts and crotch, and was even giving me a strange sensation of constriction in my throat. I hoped I was giving her the same pleasure and was shyly trying to find the right words to ask her, when the door suddenly opened and a group of boys came in. For a moment we were all - boys and girls alike - so startled that we could not react, but then some of the girls began to scream and grab their clothes. For some reason, Masumi and I did not do that: we just held each other more tightly. Seeing us reclining naked in each other's arms - it occurred to me much later, thinking over this momentous event in my sexual development, that we must have been a very arousing sight - one of the bolder boys ran over to us. Almost immediately he had pulled down his gym shorts and I had my first sight of an erect male cock. I wasn't frightened - I was fascinated. I could not take my eyes off it. I forgot all about Masumi. I sat up, and my hands, as if they had a will of their own, reached out. "May I ... may I touch it?" I asked in a tiny voice. "If you like." He was kneeling in front of me now, his cock throbbing as the sight of my nakedness strengthened his erection. I did not know it, of course, but it was my first experience of what Reina had been telling me about: the power a girl's sexuality has over a man. "It doesn't hurt?" I asked anxiously, hearing him moan. "No ... it's good ... _good_ ..." My hand cradled the tube of flesh and then began to stroke it gently, feeling for the first time the beauty of the soft velvet over the iron within. I bent over it, my face almost touching it. My other hand, knowing what to do better than I did myself, crept down and began to tickle and weigh the sack of his balls - full, though I was yet to discover it, of that strange-tasting yet beautiful creamy liquid that every girl, having once tasted it, longs for ever afterwards. "Oh, that's _good_ ..." he was repeating. I had forgotten all about Masumi. She might just as well not have been there - in fact, I think she had already been borne off to another mat where two boys were sharing her initiation into joy. "May I ..." I was about to say "kiss it," but I did not need to. My hand had already raised the fully erect cock to my lips and they were lightly brushing its beautiful length. It all seemed so right, so natural, as if I already knew what to do. As of course my hands and lips did. Then, suddenly, my lovely new possession was in my mouth, and now it was my tongue and the soft channel inside me that were enjoying its gentle strength. Of course I relived the experience moment by moment thousands of times afterwards, but I could never remember exactly how that happened. Did he take the initiative in thrusting his erection between my lips? Or was I still being driven by some instinctive wisdom hidden in my hands and mouth which took over from my conscious mind and knew the moment had come to surrender my oral virginity? I think what may have happened was that my softly kissing lips had progressed to the tip of the cock and had opened into a tiny O of surprise on encountering a little bubble of pre-cum emerging from it. Whether he skilfully took the opportunity of sliding his weapon into the sheath prepared for it, or whether I myself drew it into its waiting home I do not know. Both at once, probably. For a few moments it lay quietly there where it belonged while my mouth and tongue made it welcome. But he was hot and eager: perhaps it was his first time too - I never asked him. Soon my beautiful guest began to thrust and wriggle within its home and then I was suddenly aware that it was thickening and becoming more urgent and demanding. And then ... The sudden spasms which projected a thick, strange-tasting material onto my tongue and the back of my throat took me completely by surprise. I hardly heard his shout of joy and moans of happiness as his orgasm peaked and then gradually faded. I was trying to tell if what was coating my mouth and tongue was solid or liquid, and indeed if I liked it. If I had been presented with such a strange substance as part of an exotic dish I would have taken just a little on my chopsticks and tried it out cautiously before deciding if I wanted more. But there was no room for choice: my mouth was flooded with the stuff! It tasted bitter at first - but then it had been shot vigorously onto the back area of my tongue where the taste-buds are said to be particularly sensitive to bitterness. Then as my throat grappled with the material clogging it, and at the same time my lips and mouth tried to hold the still erect cock where it belonged, my saliva began to flow and mingle with the strange substance and dilute it. It still tasted strange but I found I began to like it. As my senses came to terms with it I was also aware of its smell. That too was strange but somehow exciting: it took control of me, thrilling me and making me want more of it. The cock was shrinking, softening and gradually withdrawing from my lips. My hands were once again holding and cradling it. As it emerged from my mouth and my eyes focussed on it I saw that there were still drops of the translucent substance hanging from the tip: not wanting to lose any of it, I quickly harvested them on the tip of my tongue and then kissed the smooth, beautiful head as it finally left me. Freed of its presence my tongue and mouth were now mixing, blending and savouring the delicious cum. Yes - there was no doubt about it, it was delicious once one was used to it and knew how to appreciate it! I looked up and my eyes met his. "Oh, that was _good_ ... so good!" he was saying again. I was still gently holding his cock, now no longer the hard tube in its gentle covering but softening and drooping. I stroked it consolingly. It had been so wonderful: would it be so again, and how soon? I sat back a little, and some instinct made me open my mouth so that he could see his gift swirling around inside as I tasted it, tested it, swallowed it down little by little. The exciting smell was still thrilling through me, making me shiver and somehow giving a sweet tingle to my breasts and crotch. I had never known a smell do that before! "Will you ... will you let me do that again?" I tried to say yes, but I was too overwhelmed, and my mouth was too clogged, to be able to speak. But he saw the answer in my eyes. I was already an addict. == I was suddenly aware of Reina smiling at me. "Happy memories, darling?" "Oh, yes! I was thinking of the first time I saw a boy's ... er ..." "Cock," said Reina firmly. "Yes, cock ... it was _so_ beautiful, I just couldn't stop myself taking hold of it. It was as if my hands had a will of their own. Of course I asked him if I might, was he sure it didn't hurt, and then I just couldn't help kissing it, and then of course, I don't quite know how, it was in my mouth and I was sucking it, and then that wonderful thing happened." "Again and again?" asked Reina with a smile. "Yes ... whenever I'm with a boy I ask him - I _beg_ him - to let me do it. That's all right, isn't it?" "Of course. But it's much better with a real man, who can control himself and make it last longer. You'll see." "Will I?" "That's what men are for, and don't you ever forget it. They exist to give pleasure to us girls. And that's what their cocks are for, when they get big and hard and are desperate to get into our love-holes. A man has an erection because he finds you desirable. It's your sexy body and the way you look and dress and, you know, behave that made his cock so hard and so full of lust. His erection wasn't there till he saw you and wanted you. You made it happen. It's yours. You have a right to do anything you like with it. Don't ever forget that." I said nothing. This was all too new, too difficult to take in at once. But it felt so exciting! Then I thought of something. "And if I am ... if I make myself what you said, a little _roriita_ with no hair, and that makes a man's cock get all hard and lovely, you mean then that's mine to do what I like with?" "Exactly!" She smiled at me the way a teacher did when I'd got something right. "But now we must get out of here and have dinner. And after that you have your homework to do." We stepped carefully out of the hot water and patted each other dry with the little towels as the steam rose from our rosy bodies. Then, in the lobby, I wrapped my _yukata_ loosely about myself before going to my room to change. I noticed though that Reina was putting on her _yukata_ more carefully, arranging the skirt snugly round her bottom and thighs while leaving the upper part loose over her breasts. She then tied her broad _obi_ sash tightly round her waist with a pretty bow at her back. She looked charming. "Are you going to wear your _yukata_ for dinner?" I asked. "Yes - aren't you? I always feel it's nice after a hot bath." In fact I had been planning to be more modern and wear a blouse and skirt, but instead I ran to my closet and found a pretty _obi_, broad like Reina's. I did my best to tie it tightly as she had done. As I was struggling with it I could hear her on the phone. "I ordered some take-away from your local _demae_," she said as we prepared the table and chairs for dinner. "I really can't be bothered with cooking. Ah, that will be it now." The delivery boy obviously liked my appearance as I bowed to him and received the dishes at the street door. Perhaps I had left the upper part of my _yukata_ a little too loose! But then I thought: this is my first experience of deliberately making myself desirable to a man, as Reina had told me I should. Thinking that gave me a funny shivery feeling. The food was much nicer than anything my mother and I usually prepared or ordered except on very special occasions. Reina was obviously much freer with her money than my mother could afford to be. When we had finished she pushed the furniture aside and knelt on the carpet which was laid over the _tatami_. I knelt beside her - much less elegantly than she had done - until she put her arms round me and pulled my head onto her lap. "Tell me about your job, Reina-san," I said. I was in no hurry to get started on my homework. "Oh, I do various things. Mainly I work in a movie studio," she said carelessly. "You mean you're an actress?" I said. "How exciting!" "Well, some of the time. But I do other things too, freelance work, a bit of modelling, escort work ... jobs for the movie company outside the studio." I had read about escort work in the magazines I shared with my friends. It sounded very exciting and I wanted to ask about it. But first I wanted her to tell me about being an actress. What sort of movies had she appeared in? "I'd love to visit you in the studio one day," I said. "May I?" "Well, perhaps ..." Her hands had found their way into the side-slits of my _yukata_ and were stroking my breasts. "That's nice ..." I said lazily. But then: "Is it all right to have such a nice time with another girl? I mean, I'm not turning into a lesbian, am I?" She laughed and tweaked my nipples the way I loved. "All girls are a bit lesbian," she said. "All Japanese girls, that is. It's one of things that makes being a girl such fun. Of course, sex with men is the best, but we girls should learn how to give each other pleasure too. And then ... nothing excites men more than watching girls make love to each other." "You mean ... two girls together and then men there too, in the same place?" I had never imagined such a thing. When boys joined us in the school gymnasium of course we girls stopped whatever we were doing with each other and did what they wanted instead. "Yes. You'll learn. I'll teach you. But now: what about that homework?" She scrambled to her feet and left me alone to get on with my work while she cleared the table and stacked the restaurant's dishes outside the street door for the delivery boy to collect later. When, finished at last, I returned to the living area she was quietly looking through the evening edition of the paper just as my mother would have done. "All done? Then I think we ought to go to bed. I have to be up early tomorrow to get you off to school, and then I have to go to work." "Of course," I said. "Let me help you lay out your _futon_." Although we sat at Western furniture for meals, in our old-fashioned house we still slept Japanese style. Reina was to use my mother's room - there was nowhere else, after all - separated from my smaller one by a pair of sliding panels. Together we opened the storage closet and unfolded the mattresses on which she would sleep and the lighter covering _futon_. "You can join me if you like," she said casually when we had finished. "I'll just go and wash." I was thrilled at the idea of enjoying her company for a little longer. I sat in my little room till I heard her come out of the bathroom, then visited it myself to prepare for bed. On my return I opened the sliding door to her room a little way, kneeling correctly outside. She was already lying under the _futon_, the room lit only by a floor-lamp, its three-way switch turned so that just the small night-light bulb was on. "May I ...?" I asked, hoping so much she hadn't changed her mind. "Of course!" she replied. I was still wearing my _yukata_. Normally I sleep in pink flannel pyjamas decorated with a "Hello Kitty!" motif. As I pulled back a corner of the _futon_ I saw in the dim light that she was naked. I froze, completely at a loss what to do. Reina understood at once. "I always sleep naked," she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Even when I'm alone. It feels _so_ much nicer! Don't you do that?" Feeling at ease now that I knew what was expected of me, I undid the bow of my _obi_ and slipped out of my _yukata_. I laid the garments neatly on the floor and slipped into bed beside her. The rough touch of the cotton sheets did indeed feel nice against my bare skin. Reina put her arms round me and cuddled me against her smooth nakedness. The contrast excited me; her long hair felt delicately stimulating as it fell over my face and shoulders, and her hard nipples pressed excitingly against my breasts. A complex mass of feelings flooded through me and I felt too confused to analyse them. I wondered what Reina had meant by sleeping naked even when she was alone. I wanted to ask whom she usually slept with: did she have a regular boyfriend? But I could not find the words. "Tomorrow's Friday," she said lazily. "You don't have school on Saturday, do you?" "No. We used to have half-day school, but this year the school decided to cancel it in the summer months." "Good. That means we can sleep late if we want to. So on Friday night I'll take you out somewhere." "Ooh, yes please!" "I know just the right place. It's a very nice bar. I often go there to meet friends." "Thank you! It sounds lovely! But ... I've nothing nice enough to wear ..." "Don't worry! I'll bring you a pretty dress from my studio. They have a big costume department, of course, and if I speak nicely to the person in charge she'll let me borrow something for you." "Will you really?" I thought for a moment. "Please tell me what you do at your studio. I'd love to know." "Well, it's a movie studio. I do a bit of acting. And other things too. Often I go to other places the studio send me to, promoting our products." "What sort of movies do you act in?" She thought for a moment. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully. "Have you heard of AV movies?" "Adult Videos? Of course I have." I was glad to be able to sound sophisticated. I had never watched any, but my friends and I had read about them. The beautiful stars were sometimes featured in our magazines, and we admired and envied their glamorous poses: daring yet somehow rendered innocent by their cute smiles and wide-eyed gazes. "They're movies showing beautiful girls taking their clothes off, aren't they? Is that what you do? How lovely you must look! I'd so like to see you do it." She leant over me, her beautiful hair tumbling even more freely over my face and breasts, and suddenly I felt her lips on mine. She kissed me: gently at first, and then, as my arms closed round her, more passionately, her tongue filling my mouth and exploring it. Her saliva tasted fresh and sweet. She pulled away at last, looking down on me tenderly. "Oh, please don't stop!" I begged. Her hands, which had been stroking my breasts, moved round my back and held me tight. We rolled over together: now she was on her back, pulling me down onto her, and it was my turn to explore her mouth with my tongue. I could feel one of her hands sliding down my back and stroking my bottom, her long fingers just able to tickle me between my buttocks. At last I pulled away. I snuggled down the bed a little way, my free hand stroking her beautiful breasts while I sucked and nibbled on her hard nipples. I felt her right knee rise up between my legs, her thigh rubbing delightfully against my crotch. Oh, how good it felt! Suddenly she reached over and pulled the _futon_ to one side so that we lay naked and uncovered on the mattress. We rolled over again together so that I was once more on my back. "Let me do that to you!" she said. Her mouth and hands were pleasuring my breasts while I moaned with happiness. She knew exactly how to mingle the gratification of her strokings and kisses with the deliciously contrasting pinching and squeezing of my nipples. Gradually she moved down my body, her legs stretching out over the room's _tatami_ matting, her kisses tickling and delighting my stomach and - at last - reaching my pussy. I raised my knees and opened my thighs, as my friends and I did for each other in our sessions in the gymnasium. She was lying on her front now, her face buried in my crotch and kissing my near-hairless cleft, one arm stretched up so that she could still stroke and squeeze my breasts, the other hand under my bottom and one long finger preparing to penetrate my anus. This was much more than I had ever experienced when my friends and I stroked and petted each other. And of course it was right because Reina was doing it to me and Reina knew ... I flung my head back over the little hard pillow and moaned in helpless ecstasy. At last she looked up. "Wouldn't you like to do it to me?" "Oh, yes - _yes_ - please!" She crawled back up the mattress and lay on her back, her legs apart. Under her guidance I turned right round and lay over her, my lips reverently kissing her exquisite crotch while her neatly trimmed pubic hair tickled my face. I felt her hands arrange my thighs on either side of her head. She deftly piled the two pillows behind her neck, bringing her head to the exact position she required for comfortable access to my pussy. Lustrous nectar was now dripping from hers - so much more delicious even than the thick cream I loved to suck from boys' cocks - and I lapped it up happily. I think I was dripping into her mouth too. Suddenly I felt her tongue move delicately up my crack until it was tickling my little arsehole. No one had ever done _that_ to me before! When she considered my anus was thoroughly moistened she began to explore it - oh, so gently! - with one slim finger while her tongue returned to my pussy. Her long, tapered fingernail scratched and tickled delicately, maddeningly. I wanted it to last for ever, but after - what? an hour or so I suppose - we began to tire. I gradually drifted off to sleep, filled with dreams of ecstasy, still in my 69 position with my head pillowed on Reina's left thigh. FOOTNOTE [1] Rice served in a bowl is called _gohan_ and eaten with chopsticks; when it is served on a plate it is called _raisu_ and eaten with a fork - yet another of those distinctions which seem perfectly obvious to a Japanese but incomprehensible to a benighted foreigner. [Next in Part 02: Chapter II: My First Adventure with Reina] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams