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 Year Away in Japan 8: Finally By Don Gordon

   The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just finishing up a
one year work stint in Japan as an English teacher in a small town on the
coast not far from Tokyo.  I was all set to go home to my girlfriend,
Elise, when suddenly one morning, one of my students, a cute girl named Ai,
gave me a playful peek under her skirt.  Wonder of wonders, she had no
panties on at the time, and it turns out that she was doing it because she
wants me to stay another year in Japan.  I got so worked up, I caught the
flu, and she came to my apartment to take care of me.  We've come pretty
damn close to doing it a couple of times, most recently at her place with
her parents nearby.  Despite all this, I'm still determined to go back to
the States, and I finally picked up my plane ticket.  As time runs out,
Ai's friend, Asuka, has stepped in to try to get me to stay.

   I woke up Friday morning in a mixed mood.  This was the last day of
exams, and tomorrow, I'm going home, back to the U.S.  to my family,
friends and Elise.  I know that this is the right thing to do, but for some
reason, I can't shake this feeling of regret.  I keep telling myself the
feeling will go away, but every time I do, the image of Ai will pop back
into my head, and I'm not so sure anymore.

   Just before I headed out the door, I fired up my computer, and checked
my email.  The only one I got was a short note from my friend Ralph back in
the States.

   "Finally decided to head over there.  Planning to arrive March 15th. 
See you then."

   I just looked at the message, and laughed.  Jeez, I thought I told him I
was going back.  Anyway, I'll have to ask someone at the office if they can
help him get set up.  I shut down the computer, and headed out to work.

   The morning exam flew by as I scrambled to finish up my marking.  Ai was
writing the last exam in the afternoon.  After lunch, my students start
filing in to the exam hall, trudging up the stairs to their seats.  Asuka
came in, and shot me a sideways glance before sitting down to calm herself
for the test.  The image of her cute little pussy, a neatly trimmed
triangle of lustrous black pubic hair, popped into my mind's eye.  Why'd
she have to go flash all those people in the coffee shop the other day?  I
rubbed my cheek where she had kissed me, and sighed.  As if I donft have
enough problems already.

   Ai came in, her eyes all red and puffy from crying, no doubt.  She
walked up the stairs to the last row of desks right at the back, and took
her place in the corner near the window.  Why is she sitting so far away
for heaven's sake?  I know she's angry with me for leaving, but what else
can I do?  I don't belong here.  This is not my home.  I have a whole life
waiting for me back in the States.  Surely she must understand that.  She
just stared down grimly at her desk.

   I passed out the exams.  Keitaro took about half the pile from me, and
helped me pass them out.  The minute hand on the clock reached one thirty,
and I told them to start.  I sat back down at the front, and looked out at
my students for the last time.  They all had their eyes on the test, and at
the back, I could see Ai writing furiously away.  I took out the exams from
that morning, and started marking them.

   About half way through the test, I looked up for a moment just to check
that no one was cheating.  They all seemed hard at work.  My eyes drifted
up towards Ai in the back corner.  She looked different.  Suddenly, I
realized she'd undone the buttons on her blouse, and I could see the
cleavage between her petit breasts.  She was still writing away furiously,
but her breasts jiggled back and forth as she wrote.  I began to worry that
some of the other students might have noticed her open blouse, but everyone
still had their heads down.  If the principal walks by and sees her like
that, I'm bound to get an earful.  I'd better get her to do her blouse back
up.

   I picked up a pad of paper and a pencil, and walked up the stairs to the
back of the hall where she was sitting.  As I came closer, Ai deliberately
leaned forward causing her blouse to fall open further.  She had on a
slender gold necklace wrapped around her collar, and that was the only
thing keeping her blouse from falling wide open.  From where I was
standing, I could see her tits well enough, and they looked as tantalizing
as ever.  God, how can she sit like that with her gorgeous little tits on
display for the whole class to see?  She straightened up, and looked at me,
acting as if nothing was wrong.  I scribbled out a note on my pad, and
showed it to her.

   'Do up your blouse.'

   She shook her head, her tits bouncing back in forth in rhythm, and then
went back to working on the test.  Her eyes were still all red and moist
with tears.  This strange mix of sadness and lust tore at my heart.  I
glanced down at her test paper.  She'd written pages and pages in just
forty-five minutes.  As I looked at it more closely, I realized it was more
a letter to me, than answers to the actual questions.  I didn't have to
read it to know what it said.  I'm sorry, Ai.  I'm really sorry, but I have
to leave.  Please understand.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a student stretching at the front,
and my mind came back to the reality of the class.  I thought for a sec how
to say 'do up your blouse' in Japanese, and then wrote it out.

   'Burausu wo naoshite.'

   Ai gave me a little smirk this time, and leaned forward to write
something on my pad.  Her tits dangled invitingly as she wrote out,

   'Yada.  (No way!).'

   I thought of doing up her blouse myself, but that would not look good if
she resisted, and people started turning around to look.  I wrote again:

   'Onegai!  (Please!)'

   She stopped writing, and looked up at me curiously.  She looked down at
the other students, but they all had their heads down hunched over their
desks.  She straightened up, but instead of doing up her blouse, she
started to undo the zipper at the side of her skirt.  What the hell does
she think she's doing?  She lifted her little bum off the seat, and slid
her skirt down her legs letting it drop to her ankles.

   Worse still, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.  My eyes focused in
on her well-groomed little pussy.  She was holding her legs close together
doubtless in embarrassment, but I could still see her pubic hair clearly in
the bright light of the sun streaming in through the windows.  She leaned
forward to pick up her skirt, but nervous, she lost her grip, and it slid
down into the next row of desks.  I was half panicking by then wondering
when one of the other students would turn around, and see me standing next
to the now almost naked Ai.

   Ai looked pretty scared too, but she quietly slid off her chair, and
crouched down on all fours, her cute bum high in the air, trying to reach
her skirt.  I moved around behind her, and the little vixen spread her legs
just to give me a better look at her pussy.  Her clam-like labia glistened
wet, and further in I could see the hood of her clit.  I could feel my
willy going stiff.  In a daze, I reached out to touch her.  I wanted so
much to slide my rapidly growing cock into that inviting little pussy of
hers to ease these endless weeks of building sexual tension.  Then, with an
effort, I managed to focus back in on the classroom and the exam.  I drew a
deep breath, and struggled to contain my feelings.  Ai was tilting her ass
this way and that, deliberately teasing me even as she struggled to grab
her skirt.

   I quietly moved down to the next row of desks, and picked up Ai's skirt
trying not to be seen by any of the other students.  I handed it to her,
and she stuffed it in her desk, still naked from the waist down with this
precious look of shy embarrassment on her face.  I clasped my hands
together begging her to get dressed, but she just sat there blushing as she
spread her legs to show me her pussy.  She pushed her chair back, and I
thought she was about to stand up, and flash the whole class.  I put my
hands on her shoulders to keep her down, but I honestly believe she would
have stood up if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the principal
at the front door.

   Luckily, I saw him before he noticed me, and I ran back down to the
front of the class.  He looked suspiciously up at Ms.  Hoshino, Asuka, the
one he thought went around in "unseemly attire." Ai had quickly
straightened out her blouse, so at least you couldn't see her tits anymore,
but I was still panicking that he might try to come in, and walk up that
way.  I motioned for him to move out into the hall praying he hadn't
noticed the way Ai was blushing.  I straightened my pants to hide my
erection, and followed him out into the hall.

   "Gohden-san wa kekkyoku kaeru koto ni shita no ka (So you've decided to
go back to the States?)"

   It took a moment for his words to sink in.  How on earth had he found
out?  I guess someone in the office had overheard me talking to my travel
agent, and I'd been handing my marks much earlier than normal, so maybe
that was it.

   "Aa, hai (Yes, yes, I have)."

   "Fuum.  Zannen da na.  Kekkou ninki aru sensei na noni (That's really
too bad.  You're pretty popular as a teacher)."

   I scanned his face for a hint of sarcasm, but found none.  Thank god, he
doesn't know about this whole business with Ai.  He might not be so keen on
me then.

   "Iya, maaa, chotto...  (Yeah well, I thought it was time to go
home...)."

   "Maa, tonikaku kaeru mae ni ikkai ore no tokoro ni kao wo dashi na
(Anyway, before you leave, come by, and see me)."

   "A, hai (Yes)."

   "Njaa (See you later then)."

   I bowed my thanks, and watched him walk off.  My heart was still
pounding from the close call.  I was a bit surprised too that he seemed so
sad to see me go.  Once he was out of sight, I went back into the class. 
Keitaro, Asuka, Ai and a few others were staring at me, evidently having
overheard our conversation.  Ai looked like she was going to cry again, but
at least she'd pulled her blouse back shut.  Keitaro and some of the others
didn't look too happy either.  I motioned for them to get on with the test,
and then slumped back down into my chair.  Ai finally did up her blouse,
and was no longer looking this way.

   When it came time to hand the tests in, I tensed to see what Ai would
do, but when she stood up she had her skirt back on.  She must have slipped
it on, while I was out in the hall with the principal.  Keitaro and my
other 'fans' flocked around me, and I had no time to stop Ai before she
stormed out.  Thank god, no one had noticed her.  It was all my fault that
she keeps doing these things.  I should have stopped her right at the
start. After I'd talked with my fans for a while, I said my goodbyes, and
retreated to the teachers' room to finish up the rest of my marking.

   Ai's test turned out to be one long love letter, going over all the good
times we'd had together.  I gave her an 'A,' and packed it away in my
briefcase before any of the other teachers noticed.  They invited me to go
out to a farewell supper with them.  I thanked them, but begged off.  They
slowly drifted out, each one saying goodbye and wishing me luck.  Around
five, I finally finished up the marking, and packed up my desk.  I stopped
by at the office to hand in my marks, tell them about my friend Ralph, and
say goodbye.  It turned out that the principal, teachers and office staff
had bought me a new briefcase as a farewell present.  I thanked them all,
said goodbye, and headed home.  All evening I concentrated on getting
packed for my trip back to the States the next day.

   Saturday morning came, and as I was getting ready, a knock came at the
door.  I knew who it must be, and I took a deep breath to brace myself
before opening it.  Sure enough it was Ai, dressed in jeans, and wearing a
dour expression.  She knew this was it, the last farewell.  Her eyes were
even redder than the day before, and she was so broken up she could hardly
speak.  I continued to pack up my things, as she sat there on my floor
sniffling and staring down.  We didn't talk.  I didn't know what to say.

   Once I was nearly ready to head out, I finally looked at her, and tried
to smile.  She had this look of intense sadness in her eyes.  I'd been
struggling to keep a lid on my feelings, but seeing her like this pulled at
my heart like few other things ever have.  My throat felt all clenched up,
and there was a dull hardness in the pit of my stomach.  Heck, even I felt
like crying.

   As I moved my luggage to the door, Ai stood up.  I went over, and
wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her back.  My throat was all dry, and
tears were welling up in my eyes, but the feeling of her warmth and
closeness was arousing other feelings.  She looked up at me with her wide
wet eyes, and I leaned down to kiss her.  This was it.  I held her so
tight, channeling all my pent up feelings into this one last embrace.  With
an effort, I finally let go.  She looked at me begging me to stay.  I
couldn't take the pressure, so I turned away from her.  I picked up my
bags, and put my hand on the door handle.

   At the last moment, I turned to look at her one last time.  I felt like
I could see my own reflection in the clear darkness of her wet pupils.  Her
gentle features, her soft young lips, her neatly combed hair, her white
skin, her tight little body, and worst of all this look of profound love
radiating from her very being, it was all drawing me in, in to her world,
her sadness, her deep feelings for me.  I was gripped by this longing to
kiss her, to ease her pain, to return her love, which was so obvious.

   We stared into each other's eyes, and I found myself moving forward, my
lips drawn to hers, in a rippling tide of emotion like I'd never felt
before.  Our lips touched, and I gave myself in to her warmth, unable to
control my passion any longer.  Her eyes brightened with joy and hope.  She
wanted so much for me to stay.  Somehow, I couldn't do it.  I couldn't just
leave.

   We stood there awkwardly for a moment as I wondered what to do.  I set
down my bags, pulled a futon out of the box, and spread it out on the
floor. She looked a bit confused.

   "But your plane...?" she asked softly, still looking at me.  I kissed
her again, and slowly pulled her down till she was lying on her back on the
futon, her beautiful eyes staring up at me, not sure what was going to
happen.  I wanted so much to have her, to take her, to solve the mystery of
her attraction to me, to know what it felt like to be inside her, and revel
in her warmth.

   Unable to control myself, I clawed at her jeans to undo the front, and
struggled to pull them down.  Her fluffy black pubic hair popped into view,
so tempting and attractive against her white skin.  She seemed surprised,
but made no move to resist.  I slid my hand between her legs, and probed to
find her pleasure zone.  She was not so wet yet, but as I caressed her
precious little slit, her love juice spilled out, a slight trickle at
first, but slowly more and more.  My own emotions were swirling up in a
spiral of escalating lust.  I caressed her, gently bringing her up and up,
showing her how good this could feel.  Her cheeks were blushing red as she
fought to stop me, but you could tell that she was enjoying this.  She
looked so sexy like that trying to hide her own horniness.  I couldn't take
it anymore.  I kissed her fragrant pussy long and deep, and then scrambled
over to my bags to dig out a condom.

   She lay back purring kitten-like, more excited than sad, now that she
knew what was going to happen.  She was still fully dressed except that her
jeans and panties were down tangled around the middle of her soft creamy
thighs.  She looked so inviting in that pose.  I wanted to dive on top of
her, but try as I might, I couldn't find my damn condoms.

   Tired of waiting perhaps, she struggled to get up, her jeans still
wrapped tightly around her lovely young thighs.  She finally managed to
stand, then sexily sashayed over to the window, her bushy little pussy and
the soft curves of her bare ass still on display.  She kneeled on my bed,
and leaned over to open the window, her rump sticking up in the air, just
begging me now to fuck her.

   I finally found my condoms.  I quickly pulled down my pants, ripped one
open, and pulled it on.  She looked back at me, her back arched, waiting.
She spread her legs wide to give me a better look at her now soaking pussy.

   I stood up, my throbbing cock twitching as it drew nearer to her
precious little twat.  I grabbed her by the hips, and we both shuddered as
I inched my pulsing cock in.  She was so warm and tight, her prone position
so sexy that I almost blew my load right then.  I held her hips tightly,
and she flinched, and moaned as I struggled to push my screaming member
farther and farther in.  God, she is so tight.  I don't know how much
longer I can hold this.

   She was gasping out the open window clearly overwhelmed by my size.  She
leaned further and further out the window, trying to get away from the
pressure of my prick against her delicate maidenhead.  I didn't want to
hurt her, but the desire to push forward was too strong.  Every little
whimper she made, the squirming of her cute little ass, the way her pussy
was kneading and coaxing my eager cock were all driving me to plow deep
inside her.

   As I pressed harder and harder, I grit my teeth to keep from coming, and
finally broke through her maidenhead, in a haze of lust.  She screamed in
pain, but the walls of her virgin pussy started to squeeze me even harder.
I slowly worked up into a rhythm, pushing my cock in, then pulling it back
out, trying to get her past the pain she was feeling to the pleasure
beyond.

   Her breathing was deep and uneven.  She looked back at me over her
shoulder, her teeth clenched, but then she motioned for me to pull off her
top.  Her head was half way out the window now, her knees spread wide apart
on the bed, seemingly encouraging me to drill in deep.  I worried about the
neighbors, but wanting to help her along, I did as she asked, and pulled
her top up and off.  She was wearing no bra, and her tits danced and
jiggled in the open window as I continued to thrust away from the rear.  I
leaned forward to grab her tits, but the excitement proved too much.  I
lost control, and blew my load.  Wave after wave of pent up semen spewed
forth filling her up, as I reveled in the exultant feeling of finally
having done it with her.

   Once the seemingly endless gush had stopped, I slowly pulled out of her.
She just kneeled there on all fours gasping for air.  I pulled her over
till she was lying next to me on the bed.  She was panting like crazy, her
cheeks still all flushed with desire.  I felt sorry that I hadn't been able
to escort her to her own orgasm, but it had definitely been an intense
experience for her, and she had been excited by it.  She suddenly looked at
me with a panicked look.

   "What about you plane?"

   Ah, jeez, I'd forgotten all about it.  I looked at my watch.

   "I'm not going to make it," I wheezed, a bit out of breath myself.

   "Oh, no, hurry, you must go.  No time." She seemed all excited now that
I not miss the plane.

   "It's OK, Ai.  I don't care," I said.  For one thing I couldn't leave
her like this, steal her virginity, and then just run away.  But even more
than that, I was beginning to realize how much I felt for her.  I didn't
know if it was all the little games, the teasing, the flashing, how
adorable she was, or how much she seemed to love me.  That all didn't
matter.  All I knew was that I wanted to be with her, to see her again and
see where this went.  As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted to stay.

   I didn't explain this all too her, but somehow she sensed it.  She
leaned over, and softly kissed me.  I kissed her back, more insistently
now, and she rolled over until she was on top of me, rubbing her little
pussy against my dick, coaxing it back to life.

   "Are you OK?" I asked reaching between her legs to run my finger along
her crack, still quite wet.  She blushed.

   "I feel fun.  I want try again."

   I looked at her curiously, but my southern representative was already
voting in favor.

   "But not here."

   "Huh?"

   "Let's go out."

   "What?  Where?"

   "I don't care.  Anywhere." She continued to rub her pussy along the
length of my dick, and he was already quite ready for a rematch, but I
couldn't think where.  That hiking course we'd been to was a good half-hour
train ride away.

   "Can't we just stay here?" I started poking at her pussy lips with the
tip of my cock.

   "No, I want go outside." She got off me, and walked to the door wiggling
her ass as her jeans fell down around her knees.  "Are you neighbor home?"
she asked coquettishly her hand on the door handle.

   "Ai, you can't do go outside like that.  That's crazy." I got up from
the bed, but felt the ooze inside the condom still wrapped around my
manhood.  I pulled it off, and began cleaning my pecker with water from the
kitchen sink right next to the door.  Ai opened the door, and we both
peered out down the hall, her, almost naked, and me, washing my wang.  The
feeling of the cool breeze on my prick made it roar back to life.

   "See, you want try too, don't you?"

   To be continued

   Don Gordon My web page: /~DonGordon/ My ftp site:
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