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Subject: {ASSM} Saving Her Honor  by Ray1031  (MF, Cons, 1st, ROM)
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Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 12:10:01 -0400
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Saving Her Honor [6680 words] (MF, Cons, 1st, Rom)
By Ray1031

Copyright (C) 2004 by Ray1031.

This story contains sexually explicit scenes.

This story is the original story I intended to write when my
very first Fish Tank submission, a few years ago, took on a life
of it's own - becoming something completely different. 

Though written some time ago, it has previously appeared only
once - in the new Fish Tank, for suggestions and opinions. This
is the first publication of the story, as it was originally
intended to be written, in a truly public forum.



Saving Her Honor (MF, Cons, 1st, Rom)
by Ray1031 



Gary felt great. School was out after today and he had aced all
of his classes. Grades much better than he'd expected to get. It
was hard as hell, especially with a full load of sports and a
busy social life. But he'd managed it. Even with the added job
his Dad had saddled him with this year. The job of making sure
that Risa, an exchange student from Japan, didn't become
`sullied', as dad called it, during her stay in the US.

His Junior year was finally complete though, with only one more
year of High School to go. Between his excellent grades and his
position as a star on the football team, he should have most of
his first college year paid for ... if he did as well next year.
Hadn't the coach said that a Scout from `State' had been asking
about him during the homecoming game? 


He was celebrating. Riding his dirt bike over well worn trails
he and his friends had made through the woods behind their
homes. The little Honda's engine alternately purring and
snarling through a couple of hair pin corners. He was coming to
his favorite jump and opened the throttle wide. He hit the
little hummock of ground clean and slid freely into the air
beyond. 

He loved the sensation as the motorcycles little engine bit and
surged the machine forward, from the last hairpin, into the
steep hillside. He reveled in the increase in weight, pushing
him down on the seat as the machine leapt up the short climb -
before suddenly falling away, leaping upwards into the air
beyond. The sudden weightless feeling as the bike carved it's
arc towards the landing area, its motor screaming wildly as the
tires lost their drag upon the ground. 

It was a magnificent jump. He thought he'd clear the twenty yard
point this time as he floated freely in the air for long
seconds. Moments that seemed almost like minutes as he calmly
glanced around the surrounding woods in mid leap. 


It was then that he saw Risa. She was kneeling beyond another
small rise to his left. She was turned mostly away from him,
still wearing her school uniform (Why she insisted on wearing
that he didn't know). Whatever she was doing had so engrossed
her that she didn't seem to notice even the wild screaming of
his motorbike engine. Gary was so distracted by the sight of her
that he almost missed the landing, but came to himself as the
bike began falling away from him in the descent. 

Releasing the throttle and engaging the clutch he made a free
wheeling landing, allowing the terrain to stop the machine. As
he slowed, he steered towards the small rise beyond which Risa
knelt. He couldn't explain it, but something about what he saw
was tickling a back corner of his brain.

The ignition was already switched off as the bike rolled to a
stop and he simply laid it on his side. He walked up the little
hill behind which Risa knelt. At the top he got a much better
view of what was going on and knew what had caught his
attention. 

Risa was half turned away from Gary, kneeling, with her legs
widespread. She was holding her wide pleated skirt up against
her breasts with her left hand. Most of her slim thighs were
exposed and her right hand was reaching under her, between her
legs. 

He didn't, at first, know exactly what she was doing, but was
happy to see her. He wanted to share his news and excitement
over his final grades with her, with anyone. She had only
another week remaining before she left the US and returned to
Japan. He looked closely at her as he climbed the last three
steps to the hilltop. Her long ponytail of dark hair hung down
her back. Her eyes were closed, her lips pursed and her brow was
furrowed in concentration. 

He was about to call out to her when he noticed the movement of
her right arm. The elbow above her right leg moving in tiny
little circles as she knelt there. Gary stopped and stared, his
mouth falling open in realization. He couldn't believe it. 

He'd heard about it from the other guys, but hadn't believed
them ... every girlfriend he'd ever had denied it if asked. He'd
come to think it was only a guy thing, something women and girls
never needed. But here it was. He was sure of it ... Risa was
masturbating right in front of him. Okay, not exactly before his
eyes ... she wasn't doing it for him to see ... she didn't even
know he was there. Besides, he couldn't really see anything from
this angle anyway. But he was sure. 


"Damn! It's real! Girls do masturbate!" was the thought that
froze him to the spot.


Gary stayed where he was, unmoving, saying nothing but watching
every move Risa made. It didn't last long, but then he didn't
know how long she'd been there, doing that, before he arrived. 

The movements of her arm changed, the elbow stilled and the
forearm began swinging up and down rapidly. Fifteen or twenty
seconds of this and she seemed to simply relax suddenly, all of
her movements stopping. Her shoulders slumped, head bowing, like
she was falling in on herself. For a long time she stayed that
way, unmoving. Then, removing a small handkerchief from a skirt
pocket, she wiped between her legs. The kerchief she returned to
her pocket afterward. Her skirt had slipped free of her grasp
and she raised it once more. Again her right hand reached
between her legs, her hips wiggled and she let the skirt fall
back into place.

Once done, she didn't glance around, but picked up her school
bag from the ground beyond her, stood, brushed at her knees and
walked straight up the far hill towards home.


Gary waited until she was out of sight, then walked down to
where she had knelt. It was a sandy area so the marks from her
shoes and knees were easily apparent. There was nothing other
than that, just the marks from her kneeling. He had no idea what
he had expected to see. Something. Nothing. Anything. 


Gary had a very active social life. He dated frequently, and for
the last six months had dated Jennifer almost exclusively. But
for all that, he thought his sex life sucked. He was seventeen,
a local football star and he played on the baseball team as
well. But he'd only really had sex with a girl four times in his
life. His buddies though were always bragging about the amount
pussy they fucked. Every date they got some, or so it seemed. He
usually felt cheated when he had to masturbate after his own
dates. If he was lucky he might have a pair of stinky fingers to
sniff as he lay waiting for sleep to come.

Jennifer'd only let him really fuck her once, for New Years on
their third date. It had been her idea but she'd later claimed
he'd gotten her drunk ... to take advantage of her. 


"Maybe it's an Asian thing," Gary thought. Maybe only Asian
women masturbate, since every American girl he'd tried to ask
denied they ever did or would. 

He stood looking at the imprints she'd made for the longest
time. Kind of wondering, but not really ... not really thinking
at all. Mostly, he stood there and pictured Risa kneeling,
looking as lovely as ever. He'd thought she was lovely since
that first day, when his father had brought her home from the
airport. 

But, of course, he'd already made the promise to his father by
then. Dad would kill him if he made any kind of advances
himself. She was the daughter of some Japanese businessman who
dealt with his father three or four times a year. They were
always meeting for business, either there in Japan or here in
the States. Dad had promised her father she would be protected
here ... that she would not be molested by the American hoodlum
teenagers in any way. She was to remain `unsullied' during her
stay in our country. Gary's dad had promised Risa's father so,
according to his dad's way of thinking, that meant Gary had also
promised the man.

Gary enlisted the help of friends on both teams, football and
baseball, to help him. Word had been quickly passed that she was
out of bounds. After they'd pounded two boys, for getting fresh
and trying to touch her 'inappropriately' (actually, they'd only
tried to put an arm over her shoulders), no one even asked her
out for dates. 

Gary took her to the movies a few times and once to a school
dance ... at his father's insistence and to Jenny's utter
disapproval. He'd had fun those times though and thought Risa
was great just to be with. She laughed easily at his jokes (even
the ones she didn't really understand) and she danced real good
too. 

Whenever he wasn't out with Jenny or at practice, he was usually
at home keeping Risa company. Playing games, listening to music,
or simply watching television.  They talked a lot about classes
and each other's countries. 

He'd thought a few times that she'd made a pass at him, but then
had ignored them. Partly out of fear of his father, but mostly
because he wasn't sure they were really passes. She was from
another country, another culture where his father said their
ways were different. He wasn't sure his signals weren't mixed,
that what was a pass here would be one in her home. Ultimately,
her friendship and happiness were more important to him.
Besides, he did have Jenny by then.

Gary looked up the hill to where she had disappeared and had a
sudden idea - his parents were at the cabin up north this week. 

Running back to his bike he kicked it alive and headed home as
fast as he could get there, taking a slightly round about route
so he wouldn't be seen by Risa. 



A quick look around when he got home told him he'd beaten her
there. Turning on the television and flipping to MTV, he'd no
more than seated himself when he heard the kitchen door open and
close. 

He called out, "Risa? Is that you?" She stepped through the
kitchen archway, into the living room. Gary rose to his feet and
began crossing to where she stood just inside the door. "I have
some great news ..." He stopped and looked at the clock as if
just noticing the time. He frowned and said, "You are later than
usual. What have you been doing?" 

Her cheeks seemed to color, just the least little bit. "Nothing.
I went walking in the woods on the way home. It is so peaceful
and beautiful there."

"Alone?"

She stamped her foot and dropped her school bag with a thump.
"Yes alone!" The anger, there only for a moment, cleared
quickly. "What is your great news?"

He told her and, for the barest instant, a 'big deal!' look
crossed her face. It was gone as soon as it appeared and she
came forward giving him a hug, saying how wonderful his grades
were and how happy she was for him. As she hugged him he deftly
removed the small kerchief from her skirt pocket and asked again
what she'd been doing in the woods. 

"Nothing. Just walking, looking at the trees and birds. I saw a
squirrel."

"Nothing, hm?" Gary asked, stepping back and bringing the small
kerchief into view. He raised it to his nose and sniffed. 

Her eyes widened as she saw the cloth in his hand, recognizing
it her hand dove quickly into the now empty pocket of her skirt.
Her coloring was deep this time, beginning where her upper chest
showed above her blouse and climbing rapidly through her neck,
her cheeks, then disappearing into her scalp. The edges of her
ears practically glowed where they showed through her hair. 

She reached quickly for her kerchief, but he pulled it beyond
her reach. He raised it again to his nose, sniffing deeply, more
obviously this time. She reached for it again and again he
pulled it away.

Risa collapsed to the floor then. Knees together before her,
feet splaying out to the sides as she slid into a seated
position. Leaning forward, covering her face with her hands, she
began sobbing horribly. Great shudders jerked her shoulders this
way and that as her arched back heaved with each sob. She
slumped forward until her elbows reached her knees. 

Gary was suddenly ashamed of himself. He tried to give her the
kerchief, she batted his hand away. He began stumbling through a
lame explanation about being in the woods too. How seeing her
had been an accident and that he hadn't been spying. 

She raised her head to look at him. "You saw?" 

"Yes"

Risa grabbed the kerchief from his hands, her sobs calming as
anger took it's place. "Well what do you expect? Thanks to you
and your friends no boy in school will even talk to me. Thanks
to you and your friends I will lose my honor when I return to
Japan - still obako, still virgin. I will lose face."

Gary watched her face for some clue, his confusion obvious.

"In Japan, my father is," Risa continued, "... ah, what is the
word, tsuyoi... ah .. powerful. He is a very powerful man, like
you are at school. My family are all powerful people, and there
all boys are afraid to be with me - because of my father, my
family. Growing up, I have seen many American movies about
teenagers. I read many American romance novels and I have heard
many stories about young American military men in Japan. When I
heard about this program, to come to the USA, I knew I could
find a real boyfriend here. Someone who was not afraid of my
father, my brothers. I told all of the girls who have been
laughing at me that I will come back home a woman. No longer a
child who has yet to be loved."

Gary was confused. "But I thought ... Dad said ... Isn't it some
big culture thing? I mean, I really thought ..."

"Culture." Risa's face held a look of disgust. "Is not the
American culture to have sex all through school as you grow up,
then marry a virgin? If all teenagers here have so much sex,
where are there the virgins you marry? In Japan, yes some stay
virgin until they marry. Not all, not so many as before, but
some. Things are the same-same as here. Among my friends, being
virgin, having no experience, is to stay a child. To not become
a woman. To be held outside and no longer a part of things ...
while everyone else has gone beyond. I want to go beyond. I want
to be the same as my friends. I wanted to do this here, but your
family here, is like mine there and everyone is afraid to be
with me."

"I didn't know."

"You did not know. You did not see either. I tried also to make
you interested in me. I did many things. Moving in the hall
upstairs in my under clothes when only you were home. Do you
think I do this always? You did not notice. I touch you
sometimes, where I should not, you do nothing. Do you think any
culture allows such a thing? I make my offers so obvious ... and
you do not hear, you do not see! You ignore me! You hate me!"

"I don't hate you. I have never hated you. When you first came
here I thought you were the prettiest girl I have ever seen. A
little odd in your school uniform maybe, but so very pretty. I
hoped then, when I first saw you, that I could make you my
girlfriend ... then I remembered my promise to my father.
Because he had promised your father. That's why I did the things
I have. Not to hurt you, not because I hate you, but because my
father said it was how you lived. That you would be dishonored
and shamed at home if a boy has sex with you - or touches you
'in your woman places'. It was so hard some times, because I
really wanted to touch you myself. I want you, all of you,
myself. I thought you were making passes at me, but I wasn't
sure. I thought I could be wrong ... so I did nothing."

"Unchi!! Yabureru, ... um, `frustrate'. I am so frustrate
because of you. That is why I must sometimes go to the woods ...
to do what I did today."

"I didn't think girls do that."

"What? Are you stupid now too? It is always talked about in the
changing room at school. Any time there are only girls together,
they talk about only a few things; boys, sex, boys,
masturbation, school, boys, dates, and boys."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I am not kidding. I am being truthful. But, this is not
important. Nothing is now important. I will go home on Saturday
a virgin and I will lose face with all of my friends. I will be
dishonored as one who does not make what she has said into the
truth. Nothing I say will ever be believed again. To them I will
be as nothing, I will not really exist." Her head fell as the
tears started again.


Gary was torn. On the one hand he had his promise to, and his
fear of, his father. His father scared hell out of him when he
was angry. If he found out (even about this conversation), he
would be really angry. Gary wouldn't see the outside of his room
all summer and might even be beaten. 

On the other hand, there was Risa. Sweet Risa. She who laughed
at his jokes - she who had cheered the loudest for him at the
games she had attended - he'd always heard her voice ringing out
through all the others. Risa - who wanted it!

She'd sat by his bed for three days last month, when he got the
flu. Reading to him from one of her silly novels, playing board
games and replacing the compresses on his forehead until he
recovered. Entertaining and cheering him, even after his parents
had told her it was unnecessary. His friends and Jennifer hadn't
even visited once.


"Risako-San." (Risako was her full first name and `San' she'd
told him was a note of respect added to a name in Japan). She
raised her teary eyes to him. "Risako-San. If you want it, we
still have tonight - and tomorrow - before my parents come back
from our cabin. We have two days for you to keep your vow. I
don't know a lot, and I may not be as good as in your novels.
But I can take your virginity, if that's what you want. I can
make love to you. Do you want that? Do you want to have sex with
me?"

"Will you be my American boyfriend for tonight and tomorrow?
Will you be only mine?"

"I will be your American boyfriend for tonight and tomorrow. I
will be your American boyfriend next year too, if you come back
again."

"Today and tomorrow is enough. Next year is next year and will
be what it is. Yes, this is what I want. I have read much, and
learned also from talks with my friends, both in Japan and here.
I wish to learn what you know and maybe can teach you what I
know as well."

The two of them climbed the stairs to Gary's room.


Once in the room, Risa closed the door even though they were,
and would be, the only one's in the house. Gary went to his
stereo and put in three CD's, setting the machine for random
play and adjusting the volume lower than he usually listened to
it. Turning back to Risa, as the music started, Gary found she
was already undressing. The scarf tie-thingy part of her uniform
already lay on the floor beside her. 

Gary reached for his shirt bu Risa stepped forward stopping him
by grasping his hands. Without a word, simply looking into his
eyes, she pulled his hands down to his sides before releasing
him. 

She stepped back and continued to undress. There was no
striptease in her actions, no dancing or peek-a-boo enticements
to her movements. She simply stood before him and undressed. The
blouse slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor,
revealing a slip-like undergarment that ended above her skirt.
This she slipped off over her head and it joined the blouse on
the floor. Beneath were her narrow chest and firm mid-sized
breasts. They curved in a gentle slope, tapering smoothly to an
almost perfect point at the nipples. Nipples like two pink eyes
looking back up and into his own. Without poses or posturings,
Risa continued undressing until she was naked. 

The final item had been her panties which she'd removed by
bending at the waist. She slid them from her legs and stepped
her right foot free of them. A quick movement of her left foot
and they landed on the pile of her other clothes. Straightening,
Risa stepped forward to began unbuttoning Gary's shirt.

Gary didn't get much of a look at what her panties had been
hiding. She had stepped forward too quickly. What he had seen
appeared to be hairless except for a strip which seemed to
completely surround her pussy. For all the world Gary thought it
looked like his Uncle Pete's goatee. His quick look left him
wondering if he'd really seen what he thought he'd seen. Those
few American girls he'd seen, naked, had hair growing above
their pussies, but the lips had been hairless. Risa, in that
momentary glimpse, seemed the exact opposite. Completely bald
above her pussy, but with dark silky looking hairs growing
thickly from the lips themselves.

His shirt unbuttoned, Risa loosened Gary's belt and pulled the
shirttails from his waistband. Once free at the waist she was
forced onto her toes to slide his shirt from his shoulders. She
let the shirt fall to the floor behind him. 

Kneeling she untied his sneakers.  Then, holding one ankle at a
time, she removed the shoes and socks from his feet. Centered in
the room as they were, Gary had been forced to put a hand on her
head, for balance, as she raised first one foot and then the
other. If he hadn't, he would have fallen. 

On her feet again, Risa unsnapped his denims and slid those and
his boxer shorts to his knees. She pushed him then and he duck
walked backwards until he could sit on the edge of his bed. Risa
pulled them from his legs and he was naked too. 

Risa had made a face when Gary's shoes and socks were removed.
It had only lasted a second, but Gary had seen it. Risa now, in
a purely businesslike way, raised her arm, lowered her head and
checked her own odor. The face she made was more obvious than
before and she suggested they begin by sharing a shower. "It
will be better for our noses," she said matter-of-factly.


Once in the bathroom, Risa removed the pony-tail band from her
hair and piled it into a mound on top of her head. From a shelf
she took a small clip and used it to hold her hair in place.
Gary started and adjusted the water temperature, then fetched
clean washcloths and towels for them. Risa was first into the
tub, followed quickly by Gary who closed the frosted door behind
them. 

Gary was excited by the thought of sex in the shower. One of his
friends claimed to have done it and had described it as
fantastic. Yet when he turned from the door, to reach for Risa,
he found her soaping a wash rag and going to her knees before
him. "A blow-job?" he thought. But Risa didn't even look at his
hard cock as she began rubbing the soapy cloth on his legs. She
didn't seem to be intentionally ignoring it either though. She
was only doing the task at hand - washing him. 

Beginning at his knees she worked down to his feet. Washing each
leg and foot in turn before beginning to move from his knees
upwards. After scrubbing both thighs she moved to his hips and
immediately moved between his legs. Holding his hard-on she
calmly moved it aside as she gently washed his balls. As excited
as Gary was, as thrilling as he found her touch, there was
something very impersonal, almost uncaring, about her actions.
As a result, he thought his rigid stiffness (even though held in
her hand) may actually have relaxed and softened a bit. With
completely impartial movements, she washed his genitals,
stomach, sides and chest, before moving to his hands, arms and
shoulders. She missed nothing of the front of him, from his feet
to his neck. Her movements were soft gentle where necessary and
rougher where it did not matter.

Turning him to face the spray, Risa cleaned his back, beginning
at his neck and shoulders and working down to his buttocks.
Since he wasn't looking at her, his imagination took control
again - injecting eroticism into her actions. He got really hard
again, maybe even harder than he'd been before, as it rose even
higher in front of him than it had been before. As she cleaned
his buttocks, his hard-on pulsed. It was when she slid the
washrag into his butt crack, scrubbing at his asshole and the
area behind his balls, that it happened though - He came. Not a
lot, not really, and not everything he was holding. Hell, he
didn't even soften, but thought he might have risen even higher
after. But he still shot three or four squirts against the wall
before himself and was embarrassed by the fact. He very much
hoped she hadn't seen it. 

Risa finished and told him to rinse, then handed him the
washcloth and bar of soap. Changing places with him she kept her
hair out of the waters direct spray. She waited then for Gary to
do for her as she had for him. 

Gary knelt dutifully before her, first noticing that the hair
around her pussy was exactly as he'd thought he'd seen it. A
light shadow to her skin and a smattering of dark specks showing
that she must shave the rest of her hair. Except for that
growing around the vagina itself. He was staring. Kneeling there
before her in the shower he was fascinated by what he was
seeing. It wasn't until she pushed at his shoulder that he began
emulating her earlier motions. Knees downwards first, then knees
upwards. When he reached between her legs he lingered, trying to
massage and excite her. Sliding the soapy cloth back and forth
across her furry lips. Pressing up with a finger trying to part
them and move the cloth over the sensitive skin between/  Her
only reaction was two words, "Wash now." 

When he reached her chest and was washing her breasts, he tried
again. Pinching at a nipple through the soapy cloth in his hand.
She reacted not at all. Gary gave up and finished the shower as
matter-of-factly as she had. 

Clean and dried Risa removed the clip from her hair letting it
fall. She pushed it back then so that it all draped behind her.
Her dark rich hair hung loosely to the center of her back,
swinging like a velvet cascade before him as she led the way
from the bathroom.


Once back in the bedroom, Risa moved straight to the bed. She
pushed and slid the blankets to it's foot. She turned then and
lay back on the sheets spreading her legs wide. She waited. 

Gary leaned forward over her and tried to kiss her, she turned
her head. He tried to nuzzle her neck and she shied. He tried to
massage and kiss her breasts, preparatory to sucking and
nibbling them, and she stopped him. 

"We fuck first. We can try other things later." Gary was finding
her business-like attitude daunting and pulled back away from
her. He felt his hard-on beginning to relax once again -
something that had never happened before. But he'd never been in
a situation exactly like this before either.  He reached between
her legs and probed at her pussy with his fingers, sliding them
between the lips and trying to slip the center one into the hole
itself. She felt dry as a desert down there.  

Gary sat on the edge of the bed beside her ... "No."

"What?"

"No! I won't fuck you like this. It won't work."

"What?" she demanded, her face beginning to contort in
expressions of both rage and pain. "Is this a game?" she wanted
to know. Then the tears began again and she said, "You don't
want me! You do hate me! You make fun of me!" 

Risa tried to rise and run from the room, but Gary stopped her.
Holding her in place by brute strength alone as she struggled
against him. He tried talking to her, but she wasn't listening.
Holding her by the shoulders he tried shaking her, she collapsed
in on herself, relaxing completely under his hands. She was not
yielding to him, but was becoming physically unresponsive as she
fell face down onto the bed. She still didn't respond to his
words. 

In a final desperate attempt to get through to her, to make her
notice him again and listen, he swatted her ass, hard. 

"Ow!" She jerked around in his hands and slid herself back and
away from him. "Why did you do that? You hurt Risa!" 

"I'm sorry. But you wouldn't listen to me and I want you to hear
my words."

"What words? The words that you don't want sex with Risa? That
you are playing with and laugh at Risa? These are the words I
should hear from you?" 

"No! Not those words. I do want you! I want to have sex with
you! I would never do a cruel thing like make fun you. I want
you to hear `why' I said no. I want you to hear what I meant
when I said no. No doesn't mean that we won't have sex. No only
means that we shouldn't do it like this. I want you to know that
I was thinking only of you when I said no, and why. Will you
listen to me?"

Risa's tears were drying and her face screwed itself up horribly
as she tried to follow his words. "You want sex with me, but you
won't make sex with me because you are thinking of me. But I
want you to have sex with me ... only you will not, because of
me. You are confusing me. I do not understand what you are
saying. Why will you not have sex with me?"

"You're listening to me now?" At her nod, "I said no because
your pussy was very dry. I may not know a lot, but I know it can
be very painful if things aren't wet."

"I am not wet?" Risa put her hand between her legs and felt
herself. "I am dry. But I was wet before. I could feel it when
we walked up the stairs." She was rubbing herself gently now,
her face thoughtful. Finally she said, "I blame my girlfriends,
what they told me."

"What did your girlfriends tell you?"

"That it is very fun. That they would like more than they are
making now, but are worried for their reputations. That the
first time is always very painful and can be very messy with
blood."

"So you are nervous and afraid of the pain?"

"Yes, a little. But I want to be a woman so much. I am not
afraid for the pain, I will suffer it to become the same as my
friends."

"You are rubbing yourself, are you wet or dry there now?"

"Dry."

"Have you ever put your finger inside before?"

"Yes. A little when I make the masturbation. It helps me to do
that."

"Would you put your finger inside when you are dry like this?"

"No. It will hurt too much. I will rub to make it wet first,
then it is fun and not painful."

Gary was thoughtful, then said, "Think how much more it will
hurt if I put my cock in when you are dry. It is so much bigger
than your finger. It will stretch you more and feel like a big
dry log going in. We need to make you slippery, or it will be
much more painful for you than it needs to be. Do you
understand?"

"Yes. I know all of this and you are making sense to me." She
raised herself, first onto her elbows, then sitting up fully.
Gary watched as her breasts swayed back and forth enticingly
with her movements, first one way, then the other. "How do you
get so smart? You don't know that girls masturbate and you know
of this. How?"

"Thank my Dad, my sister and my first girlfriend, April. I tried
to rush things the first time, when April and I had sex. She
stopped me, saying she wasn't ready ... that it would hurt too
much. She tried to explain it to me then, but I was too excited.
Then I was too disappointed too, at being stopped. I didn't
really listen to what she said. Then dad tried to tell me
something about it ... when we had our sex talk. It was Kat, my
sister, who really explained it though. She and I often talk
about boys and girls, dating and sex - the differences. She told
me how painful it can be if the boy isn't careful."

"How can we do this then? Every time I think of this, of wanting
it, I get wet. But when I think of really doing it ... of a man
putting himself inside of me, of the pain my girlfriends
promised, I get very dry. I know what to do, I know how it must
work, but still I get very afraid."

"How about if we begin with something else first? We have
tonight and all day tomorrow. Tomorrow night, too if we want. We
don't need to do everything right away, not if it will hurt you.
We can kiss and neck instead, like all boy and girlfriends, get
more used to each other. We can explore each others bodies and
masturbate each other. Have you ever masturbated a boy?"

"No, never. To be truthful, in the shower before, yours was the
first hard penis I have ever seen. I wanted to look at it,
examine it closely - play with it. It was very hard for me to
wash you with it so near my face. It kept distracting me."

"I couldn't tell. I thought you weren't interested in it then. I
was a little intimidated by your lack of interest in my body
while you washed me. I was afraid I might be breaking some kind
of taboo by paying extra attention to your body, as I washed
you, after seeing that you were not interested in me."

"No, no taboo ... Just your washing me the feel of you touching
my body made me close to complete. When you tried to pinch my
... my ... what is the name? Chibusa... ah ... udder? No ...
what is that word?"

"Udder? An udder is ... Oh, breast, nipple?"

"Nipple, yes. When you pinched my nipple I almost ... ah ...
ended, so I stopped you. I did not want to end before we
started. But I also do not want extra pain. I want to do it now,
still. I do not wish to wait longer to do this thing. What can
we do?" 

"We can go back to the shower. I've been thinking, and if we
must do this now, the tub will be a very good place. We can use
water and soap to make both of us very slippery. I should go in
more easily, with less pain. Then, if we leave the shower
running, and there is blood, it will mostly wash away, not leave
a mess to clean up after. What do you think?"

"I think my hair is going to get wet."


As the water warmed, Gary folded Risa into his arms and leaned
to kiss her. This time, when she tried to turn her head, he
pulled her face back until their lips joined. It was only
seconds until she began returning the kiss and their hands began
freely exploring each other's bodies. When he reached her pussy
he found it soaking wet and very warm to the touch. Sliding two
fingers between her lips, he slid them up and down it's length
repeatedly. He was feeling for and finally found the little
nubbin April had showed him. Risa seemed to spasm suddenly in
his arms, and just as suddenly sagged, almost limply, against
him. He stopped his fingers for a moment but never pulled his
lips from hers, continuing the kiss until she began to respond
again. 

His cock had softened after he'd hurt Risa again, and their talk
in the bedroom. It had hardened again, at the thought of having
her anyway, during their short walk to the bathroom. When they
started kissing and his hand began moving to her breasts and
pussy, both of Risa's hands had gone straight to his hard-on. As
soon as she touched it, closing both hands around it's shaft, he
almost emptied himself. He quit his explorations of her just
long enough to move her hands, so he wouldn't embarrass himself.

Continuing the kiss and letting his fingers roam once more,
avoiding her love bud, as April had called it, for the moment,
he side-stepped them to the head of the tub. He slowly crouched
and extended a hand to test the water temperature. Finding it to
his liking he broke the kiss and removed his hand from her pussy
before stepping into the spraying water. Holding both of Risa's
hands he helped her in after him.

Taking up the bar of soap Gary lathered up his hands before
passing it to Risa. "I'll soap you, and you soap me, then I'll
sit in the tub and lean back so you can sit on me. You will be
taking your own virginity ... can you do it?" 

"I can." 


That is just how it happened. Gary held her by the hips and
watched as Risa slowly lowered herself onto him. Part of the
head went in easily, then something was stopping him, his dick
bending painfully as she continued to press downwards. Risa's
face was intensity itself, beneath waves of what he thought was
pain that flashed across her features. Sweat suddenly stood out
across her brow and cheeks. His own pain was also intense and
for a moment he really thought she was going to break his dick
... Then suddenly, something, "Her virginity," he thought, gave
way and his dick straightened, more than half of it disappearing
inside her. 

Risa stopped then and there, collapsing forward onto his chest
as they both breathed through the sensations they had felt, were
feeling. 

Before Risa had regained her breath though, the soft fluttering
of her pussy, finally beginning to relax around his invading
cock, caused Gary to empty himself inside of her. Every muscle
in his abdomen and legs locked him in position as they tightened
with his release. He was emptied, drained ... all of his energy
of minutes ago was gone. He collapsed back against the end of
the tub, and felt himself begin to soften inside her. Finally,
the pressure of her muscles forced him out. 

There was blood. Looking beyond Risa's back it seemed that
gallons of blood were pouring down the drain. Gary worried that
her stillness against his chest, and the volume of blood he
thought was mixed with that flowing water, might mean Risa had
been seriously hurt. But she allayed his fears soon enough by
sliding up his chest and kissing him. "Thank You," was all she
said.


Risa told him after that she was not disappointed they hadn't
done more. Not at that moment at least. Nor did they do anything
more that night. The next afternoon though ... 

Gary had more sex in that one day than he'd had in his entire
life to that point. 





------------------Copyright  2004 by
Ray1031----------------------------




It was Gary who picked up Kat at the airport on her return from
Japan. He hugged her in greeting before offering to help with
her bags. On the ride home he asked how her trip had been. 

"In most ways, it was wonderful. I wouldn't have changed it for
the world. But I did have one problem while I was there. It
seems that Mr. Yoshima thought I was a virgin and had to be
returned home `unsullied', to use his words. We had quite a
fight about it and you wouldn't believe the lengths I had to go
to just to get laid while I was there."

"I think I can believe it," Gary told her through a chuckle.
 


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