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Story codes: FF, asian, oral, anal

Connection
by A. Geerling

I went out to lunch with Chiemi, my student. She was thin with long
hair, an oval face and a sweet smile. Her English was quite good,
and through our lessons together we had become friends, or at least
I liked to think so. She was 22 at the time, and worked part time
at a Pachinko parlor to save up money so she could go abroad. She
lived with her family in town and wanted to be a translator.
	
I was 24. I had graduated college and found myself with no idea of
what I wanted to do. I had come to Japan following my then boyfriend,
Tim, and I got this job teaching English at a private conversation
school. I have to say I don�'t think I was very good at teaching,
and most of my classes I fumbled through as much with my broken
Japanese as with English. But the students didn�'t seem to mind
much, and I heard that my classes were generally enjoyed. Anyway,
I broke up with my boyfriend after only four months in Japan and
I was left with the remainder of a year long contract. I hadn�'t
spoken to him since our break-up, and I was lonely, without any
friends in Japan. That was why I was really happy when Chiemi asked
me out to lunch, even though we teachers weren�'t supposed to meet
with students outside of class.
	
Chiemi took me to a small coffee shop outside of town and we talked
for over an hour. We talked about work, about learning languages and
about our love lives. I had taught her English class every week for
six months, so we knew each other pretty well. I was really happy at
how close I felt to her during that time. We laughed and got into a
fit of giggles that went on so long that I thought even the tolerant
Japanese manager was going to ask us to keep it down. We recovered
ourselves with some effort and Chiemi asked if I wanted to come over
to her house.
	
�"Chiemi, I�'d love to, but what about your family? I don�ft want to
be an inconvenience. Besides I have no gift to give them.�"
	
�"Don�'t be silly, no one will mind. And anyway, everyone is out
today, go to shopping in Nagoya. My grandmother is gone to her
friend�'s house, so we can relax alone.�"
	
�"Well, if it�'s really okay, then sure.�"
	
�"Of course! Let�'s go.�" She paid for our lunch over my objections
to at least pay for my share: she wouldn�'t hear of it. �"You are
my guest,�" she explained.
	
Her house was about ten minutes away by car through winding streets
so narrow that they�fd be called alleys back home. We left my car
back at the coffee shop because parking was so scarce, and because
I probably wouldn�'t have been able to find my way back by myself.
We kept talking in the car and almost had an accident for laughing
too hard.
	
Chiemi�'s house was in a classic Japanese style with a small yard
with a flower garden in front. She parked and let me inside. We
slipped off our shoes in the front hall and I declined the slippers
she offered me - Japanese slippers are always too small for me and
are quite uncomfortable. I am very tall, six feet, and so I pretty
much have to duck in and out of doorways most places over here. I
followed her in my stockinged feet.
	
�"Would you like some coffee, tea?�" she asked.
	
�"Tea, please.�" It had taken awhile, but I have come to really like
Japanese tea. She brought me a cup of Oolong-cha from the kitchen
and a plate with some crackers and nori snacks and led me to her
room. It was rather large with a bed, a low coffee table, a TV, VCR,
a stereo and several bookcases crammed with CDs, videotapes and books.
I sat on the floor while she put on some low music.
	
We talked for a long time. The conversation turned serious as she
told me how she split with her boyfriend when she was twenty. She
had been pretty broken up about it and even had to go get counseling
for a few months. Then she went abroad for a year, and had come back
just before I arrived myself. I told her about my own break-up,
giving her some of the details I had held back before. She put her
hand on my knee consolingly.
	
The conversation turned back to hilarity somehow and we found ourselves
rolling on the floor with tears in our eyes from laughing. I lay back,
doubled up and she ended up halfway on top of me.
	
The laughter died down, our stomachs aching. I brushed the tears
from my eyes and looked up to find her looking back down at me.
Our faces were very close, our breath mingling. I could smell
her, sweet, like herbs.
	
�"Chiemi,�" I started to say.
	
She kissed me.
	
�"Oh,�" I said. �"Chiemi.�"
	
She inched closer, readjusting her position, then kissed me again
more slowly. It felt strange, soft and moist. I kissed her back.
A faint ring of energy passed through my body. It was good. Her
tongue urged at me and I let it into my mouth. A stirring of pleasure
ran through me and I felt the beginnings of heat building between
my legs.
	
We kissed and quickly it became deeper and more impassioned. Her
hands appeared on my shoulders, on my sides. I wondered if this
could really be happening: it was so fast, like a spreading fire
between us. I had never been interested in women before - it had
never occurred to me - but she felt so good in my arms, soft and
delicate. She seemed to fit against me in a way that no man I had
been with ever had. It was natural the way my arms folded around
her and pressed her into me, natural the way she held me in return,
our tongues intertwined, our breath mixed together. I felt heat
rising between my legs, threatening to spill out: my pussy was wet
like never before, swelling, blooming open like some ripe flower.
Chiemi slipped her thigh between my legs, riding up my skirt, rubbing
against my hot sex. I felt the heat of her pussy searing against my
leg through her jeans.
	
She rubbed my tits through my blouse, cupping and massaging them.
	
�"Sensei,�" she began, then dared, �"Amanda.�" She looked brave to
dare so much. �"So big. Let me taste.�" I could only nod as she
unbuttoned my blouse, accidentally popping a button in her rush,
and then reached underneath me to unfasten my bra. My 38C breasts
revealed, Chiemi began nuzzling, licking and sucking my nipples
until they stood tight and hard. She rolled them with her fingers
and tongue, and pinched just enough to burn. She sent quivers of
pleasure through me to my pussy; I couldn�'t help but moan. I
ground my crotch in her hip and thigh, rubbing at the itch of fire
and pleasure in me.
	
One of her hands moved down and started playing with my ass. She came
up under my skirt, probing through my wet panties in a delicious
fondle. Her fingers crept under the edge of my underwear, feeling
my asshole, and from there my fiery cunt. I groaned as her fingers
brushed at my lower lips.
	
�"Chiemi, wait,�" I said and elbowed myself up so I could take off
my blouse and bra. She took off her shirt and lacy bra revealing
small, pert breasts with large excited nipples. I reached out for
them, came close and took each one in my mouth for a long delirious
kiss. I looked up at her; she smiled and kissed me.
	
�"Come to the bed,�" she invited. We stood up and fully undressed
each other. She kept her bush trimmed and neat, while mine was
rather wild. She laid me down and hovered over me. She held and
fondled my breasts for a few moments more, then turned her attentions
downward, rubbing my stomach, my thighs. She brushed at my pubic 
hair, making me shiver. With a massaging touch she spread my legs
wide and brought them up to my chest. Chiemi stared at my round
ass and blooming pussy, which was practically steaming; I was
embarrassed, and happy, desirous, and confused. My idea of myself
had never included anything like this before and I found myself
at a total loss. I decided to just close my eyes and let what would
happen happen.
	
Her tongue descended upon me in a way that my ex had never and could
never do, with a gentle aggression, a persistence and a knowledge of
my own pleasure that exceeded his imagination. She swept up, parting
me, filling me, drinking the juices that poured from me; teasing and
tendering my clit until I was gasping. She slipped some fingers into
me, working from my inside, making slushy sounds that filled the
room. Everything else vanished but her fingers and tongue working
me like I had never felt before.
	
�"Oh, God, Chiemi, don�'t stop, oh, please, just don�'t stop...�"
	
Her tongue was wide and soft one moment, hard and pointed the next.
It swarmed over and around my clit, driving me mad with building
climax. Her fingers twisted and turned in my insides, spreading my
juices, rubbing my G-spot.
	
Chiemi�'s other hand, wet from working her own pussy, came up and she
slipped a long finger into my asshole. I started and came in surprise,
squeezing around her fingers, pulling up the sheets from the bed and
wailing in the anguish of pleasure. I came and came; she lapped and
my clit softly and squirmed her fingers against my squeezing.
	
After a long moment, as I came down from the dizzying heights of my
climax, she gently removed her fingers from me and got up to get
something. I was too dazed to really notice, but after a minute I
started to wonder where she was. I opened my eyes and looked to
see her stepping into some kind of black underwear, but a kind
that looked very strange. It took me a moment to realize what
it was: a harness fitted with a double-dildo. She pulled the
harness up, one piece fitting into her cunt with the other
extending out in front like a penis. She sighed as she put it on.

She came back to me, smiling. �"We�'re not done yet. I�'ve wanted
you for long time, Amanda.�"
	
I could only look up at her; I hadn�'t the strength for anything else.
	
She eased down in front of me and pushed up my knees again. She set
into position and rubbed the head of her weapon all over my wet pussy,
getting it slippery. She eased forward and the black shaft of the
dildo slid into my belly filling me with cool firmness. My legs came
down around her hips. The dildo slid in until our bodies were touching.
I found that I was holding my breath; I had to gasp and make myself relax.
	
�"I�'m going to fuck you now,�" she said with relish, stirring her
hips, making me moan.
	
�"Okay,�" I said, my voice almost a sob.
	
The first couple of strokes were a warm-up before she started slamming
into me. My tits bounced and jiggled with her thrusts. I tried to
match her rhythm with my hips, but it felt too good for me to keep
it up for long.
	
After only a short time I felt another orgasm building, but before
I could come, she slowed down and urged me with her hands to change
position. I lifted one leg and somehow managed to roll onto my
stomach without her losing her place and she pulled me up into a
dog-style position. Keeping her place with hands on my dangling
tits, she built up her tempo again, fucking me from behind. I tried
desperately not to think about how this all must look, about what
would happen afterwards and what this could mean for my job if any
word of it got out. I just let myself sink into sensation again,
as Chiemi sank into me, plunging into my depths again and again.
I found myself coming - I screamed and buried my face in the pillow
in front of me. Chiemi slapped my ass, hard, once, twice, three
times, stinging me back to myself. Then I was coming again and I
heard her coming with me, and felt her pleasure through the
frantic change in her movements.
	
�"I fuck you, I fuck you,�" she kept saying. She didn�'t slow or
stop. Her fingers were probing at my exposed anus again, and
slippery from our juices, slipping into me that way, too. It
stung and throbbed at first with two fingers in me, but I tried
to just relax as they wriggled in my rectum.
	
Chiemi pumped herself to another orgasm, then stopped.
	
�"I want your shiri. I gonna fuck your shiri now.�"
	
I was in no position to protest and the mass of dildo left my pussy
and pressed into my loosened anus. Wet from my pussy juice, it went
in easily enough, and while I felt myself being stretched and filled,
it didn�'t hurt that much. It seemed to take forever as inch by inch
it disappeared into my bowels, but at last I felt Chiemi�'s body
touch my buttocks.
	
�"Okay, it�'s in. I�'m in your shiri now. How�'s it feel? Feel good?�"
	
I nodded sharply, and breathed deeply at the intensity of the
sensation. �"Just go slow, okay?�" I said. �"Just go slow at first.�"
	
�"What�'s the word for shiri?�" she asked with a gentle thrust and pull.
	
�"Ass!�" I gasped. �"The word is ass.�"
	
�"Then I fuck your ass.�"
	
�"Yes! Oh, God! I can�'t believe this is happening.�"
	
�"I fuck you.�" She pulled out a bare inch then pushed it back in.
I hissed at the sensation. She rocked her hips and I moaned. I felt
a splat of spittle dribble down on my ass and she rubbed it in and
around. Chiemi slowly picked up speed and all I could do was hold
on and bury my head in the sheets. Through the intensity of the
feeling, the feeling like I was going to shit all over, the feeling
I was going to be distorted and broken, or else filled forever, the
stirrings of pleasure started to come. I could feel Chiemi behind
and above me, coming again and again, so thrilled was she to be
fucking me in the ass. Sweat slicked us both. The sound of Chiemi�'s
short yips and shouts of orgasm, my own moans and wails, the rush
of blood in my ears and the slapping of our wet flesh together all
mixed into a chaos of noise that perfectly reflected the feelings
growing inside me. The feeling of my ass being fucked was very
different from my pussy, almost like a glow that burrowed around
my guts and spread through my womb; quivers of sharp electric joy
crackled around the edges where my muscles contracted in my pussy
and the pounding rhythm of the dildo stimulated through the wall
of my anal canal.
	
Suddenly it all peaked, cresting in an unexpected wave of glittering
nerve endings sending shattering pulses through all my insides, and
I buckled and screamed into the bed. My ass clenching against the
dildo, my pussy convulsing and my heart aquiver, it was the most
intense orgasm I have ever had. It went on and on, like my body
was expanding beyond the room, engulfed in white light, and I
distantly was certain that I was dead.
	
Chiemi cupped my breasts, collapsed on top of me and we rolled onto
our sides. We rocked together, exhausted and running with sweat and
other fluids. The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex.
My body was dull and heavy as I gradually returned to my senses.
Chiemi�'s hands held my breasts as if she never wanted to let go.
At last she moved away. The dildo slid from my ass leaving my hole
gaping and lax. It gradually closed, but I thought my guts were
oozing out of me, or shit. Concerned I checked, but there didn�'t
seem to be any. Chiemi was struggling feebly to get the harness
off; I was too weak to help. She got it off and collapsed back
next to me, kissing me again. I kissed her, falling back into the
pillow and drifted into blissful sleep in her arms.

About an hour later we both stirred and started to get up. The air
in the room was stale and rank; our bodies stank and I felt sticky
all over. We looked at each other sheepishly. Chiemi looked extremely
embarrassed. I wasn�'t sure what to do, but fighting my own woozy
embarrassment, I leaned forward and kissed her, giving her my
tongue. After that she smiled. We helped each other up and she
gave me a robe to wear. We went to the bathroom and washed up
in the shower. Both of us were so shaky on our feet that we
practically had to lean on each other. My ass was raw and extremely
sore. But every time I remembered what we had done, I got quivers
of after-orgasm. My pussy was wet again. I wanted to fuck her
again. But I didn�'t say anything.
	
We came out of the shower and dried off. Chiemi suddenly apologized
for everything.
	
�"Sensei, I so sorry, taihen moushi wake ga arima-" I stopped her,
put my finger to her lips.
	
�"Never apologize to me again. Not for this. Not for anything
today.�" She nodded.
	
Back in her room, she opened the windows and put on a fan to air out
the room. It was getting on towards evening, and it was time to
start worrying about her family coming home. I was concerned that
the neighbors had heard us, that they would be watching to see who
had made all the ruckus. A tall, blonde foreign woman like me stands
out a great deal in a small town like that one. She helped me get
dressed first.: she picked up my bra and gently put my arms through
the straps, placing my tits in the cups one at a time. She fastened,
I adjusted. We got dressed.
	
Chiemi started to get embarrassed again.
	
�"Could you take me back to my car now?�" She nodded.
	
On the way back neither of us said anything. I really didn�'t know
what to do. I was still in a daze. When we got back to my car, the
evening light was starting to fade and the dashboard clock read 6:48.
We sat in the parking lot and didn�'t move.
	
�"Chiemi,�" I said, �"we, um, need to talk. Because this has been a
really unexpected afternoon. I mean, what I really want to know is,
did you plan this? Or was it something that, uh, just happened? Is
this something that you do a lot?�"
	
�"No!�" She shook her head violently. �"No, I... Once before I was
with a woman. Four years ago. She was so good to me, I... You are
my teacher, my friend. I did not think to attack you. I wanted to.
You are very beautiful and I like you so much. I have thought about
it very many times. And it was... Are you angry?�" I could see that
one harsh word from me would crush her.
	
�"Chiemi, I am not a lesbian. I have never been with another woman,
never even thought about it. I never thought much about that kind
of thing at all: no one I knew was into that. So, I want you to
know that you have shown me something new today. Something really
wonderful. I don�'t think I�'ve ever been so surprised. Or so
happy. Sore, but happy.�"
	
Chiemi�'s eyes were wet. Mine, too. I put my hand on her leg,
giving her a gentle squeeze.
	
�"So you...�"
	
�"I�'m... I�'m your friend. I want to see you again. Please let me
see you again.�"
	
She leaned forward and kissed me, hungry, weeping. I still was
confused, a little frightened by what was happening, but at the
same time it felt so good to have her with me, good in a way
beyond sex. I love her. Is that it? Do I love her? I wasn�'t
sure what it would mean either way.
	
As we kissed and groped in the car, our needy mouths clasping, our
breasts crushed together, in my mind I felt different strings of
possibilities extending off into the future. Some paths led showed
us together for the rest of our lives as passionate lovers; others
showed me using her for sex and companionship while I was lonely,
and then leaving her when I found someone new; in others I firmly
ended it here and now. And I knew I didn�'t want any of those paths.
I wanted something that I didn�'t have the imagination for, something
I couldn�'t show to myself.
	
Her hand was in my panties, frigging me to orgasm again.
	
We could disappear in each other, I thought. But I knew that on the
other side of that, once my confused desire had spent itself out, I
would leave her. Selfish and cruel, I thought. People kill themselves
over such things. I always hated men who did that to women; was I a
woman who would do that to her?
	
She climbed on top of me in the narrow car, tilting the seat into
the back where she peeled off her jeans and panties; the windows
fogged up with our lust; she spread her legs and pulled my wet
pussy against hers, humping and grinding them together in the
cramped backseat. How heavenly, how divine! I came again and again
with her, shaking the car for all to see.
	
If I used and abandoned her, as I could easily see myself doing
through all the passion of the moment, would it be because she
was a woman, or something else? Was it something that I was holding
back, not willing to share with anyone, man or woman? If it was the
latter then by rejecting her I would be hurting myself, cheapening
myself into a lesser person. It would be petty beyond words, and
however well I lived afterwards, I would be hollow inside. If I
abandoned myself to a romantic dream image of �"happily-ever-after�"
in the face of her family and my own, the outright prejudice of
Japanese society and my own, I would regret it somehow. What did I
really know of Chiemi, and what did she know of me? Very little.
Look how much our relationship had changed in six hours. How much
more would it change by morning? I should make no promises that I
could not keep.
	
Our engorged pussies were locked in a deep-throated kiss, the nubs of
our clits rubbing together, dancing. We were so over-stimulated that
we were locked in a feed-back loop of pleasure, and all it took to
send us over into climax again was a few short gyrations of our hips
together. Juices, hers and mine mingled together, ran down our legs,
dripped on the seats. The air seemed to vibrate between us, connecting
us as one body.
	
I realized, I loved her from before as my friend; now, with her as my
lover, I felt something more than that. I felt a sweet poignancy, a
spiritual resonance between us. The more I thought about it, the less
 I could stand to let her go. I sensed that I needed to be very brave.
All my life before I had drifted here and there without much thought,
without more than a nominal decision. I had followed my mother and
father, my teachers and friends, my boyfriends and bosses. But now
it was time for me to decide for myself what kind of person I was
going to be. It was not the choice to be straight or gay; it was
the choice to love someone who loved me. I was in a position to
greatly change both her life and my own, for better or worse. Of
course, it wasn�'t all up to me: there�'s only so much any person
can do in a relationship. But whether or not there was going to be
anything between us, it was up to me to make a decision to be brave,
to try harder than I had before. Even if it came to the worst, I would
live, but I would give of myself and be open to receive what
she - Chiemi - had to give.
	
Perhaps it wasn�'t the best situation in which to make that decision,
but even after we parted, dazed, exhausted and in bliss, and I went
home to my apartment, to bath and to bed, even in the morning when I
looked at myself in the mirror, I knew that it was right. It wasn�'t
just my lust moving me. This was my own decision. I would have to see
what hers would be. Maybe it would all come to nothing. But I didn�'t
think so.
	
At 10:30, my phone rang. I answered it. It was my boss asking me to
cover a shift in the afternoon, so sorry about your day off.
	
�"Sure,�" I said. �"No problem.�" I hung up and the phone rang again
almost immediately.
	
�"Amy-sensei?�" It was Chiemi.
	
�"Good morning, love. Are you feeling well today?�"
	
I heard her breath heavy over the line.
	
�"I�'m sorry I can�'t talk to you in Japanese and say this, but I want
to tell you, now, thank you for everything yesterday. Thank you for
sharing yourself with me, and showing me this new part of myself. I
don�'t know what you are going to say, and I don�'t know what�'s going
to happen, but I love you. Chiemi, I do.�"
	
She didn�'t say anything for a long moment.
	
�"Amanda. I... I do, too.�"

The End