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CHEATING HEART (FF, asian)
by Ann Douglas
**
"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics
class?" asked a soft musical voice from behind
Karen.
"That it is," Karen said as she started to turn
around. "In fact ,I'm your instructor, Karen..."
The dark haired woman stopped in mid-
sentence as she turned and looked into the most
beautiful green eyes she have ever seen. They
belonged to an oriental girl about 22, a few inches
shorter than Karen's 5"7". Try as she could, Karen
couldn't bring to mind a word to describe her
features. Beautiful was not right, and cute not
enough. Classic was the best Karen could do, and
even that didn't seem really right.
"Excuse me," Karen said, realizing she was
staring. "My name is Karen O'Brien, and like I
started to say before I forgot how to speak was that
I'm the instructor for the course."
"Keiko Yamaguchi," She smiled. "And I
guess you're the person that I want to see. Is it ok
to join in just for tonight's class. I'm only in town for
a few days so I really don't want to have to join
some kind of membership."
"Well, the people who run this YWCA
usually from on that kind of thing, they're really big
on collecting dues and such." Karen answered,
finding herself getting lost in those emerald pools.
"But I guess I can sneak you in, just don't mention it
to anyone else ok?"
"Thanks, I appreciate it." The Japanese
woman said and headed for the locker room.
As she walked away, Karen found herself
staring at her swaying ass. I'm getting as bad as
those jocks in the gym, she thought to herself. Still,
it was a really nice ass.
Halfway through the class, Karen was having
a hard time keeping her mind on the exercise
routines. She kept stealing glances at Keiko in the
far end of the third row. This is silly, she told
herself, I'm acting like a swooning teenage. Not
only am I sixteen years older than her, but I've been
in a relationship with Amanda for almost five years
now. She's probably not even into girls anyway.
After repeating all the arguments to herself,
Karen still found Ms. Yamaguchi the center of her
attention. True the age difference might be a dozen
years, nearly double that which separated her and
Amanda. Also true that she'd always been attracted
to older women. Yet times and tastes change, and
after all, Amanda had been gone for the last four
months. It would still be another three weeks before
she returned from the oceanic research cruise the
College had sent her on. Then again, as in the past,
this was after all just a harmless little fantasy.
Something to help keep her warm when she crawled
into her empty bed later that night.
Finally the class was over and the large
group of women headed for the showers. Karen
stood behind and picked up a few loose items. She
was wiping the sweat from her face when she
realized she wasn't alone. Turning, she was again
face to face with Keiko Yamaguchi.
"I just wanted to thank you again for letting
me into the class," She said, her voice like a musical
instrument. "You're really very good at this, if I was
going to be around longer I'd definitely sign up for
the course."
"Thanks for the compliment," Karen smiled,
trying very hard not to be aware of Keiko's sweat
covered breasts a few feet in front of her. While not
very large, they were in perfect proportion to her
size. "I really only do this part time. During the
daytime hours I'm usually a research assistant over
at WRDJ, Channel 3. This just gives me a chance
to keep in shape and make a little extra doing it."
"That's funny....." Keiko laughed. "I'm with
Channel 8 out in Los Angeles, I was out here doing
a feature piece on the trade conference and decided
to stay the weekend. I've never been to New York
before."
"You're a reporter?" Karen asked, suddenly
interested in more than the young woman's breasts.
"Well feature stories only so far, but I'm
working my way up. This was the first out of town
assignment I've ever gotten. I take that as a big
plus."
"I used to dream of being the person who
actually went out and got the news," Karen said.
"But research was as far as I ever got."
"Well I'm sure that was Channel 3's loss."
Keiko replied.
"Everyone else's already showered," Karen
said, changing the subject. "We'd better hurry
before there's no more hot water."
As the two women showered, Karen's
thoughts again turned erotic. She felt the little
tingles from between her legs as she watched Keiko
soap up her body. After watching dozens of out of
shape housewives over the last few months, it was a
joy to admire such a fine body. While Keiko had her
back to her, Karen slid a soapy finger into her own
pussy and softly rubbed against the clit, thinking
how nice it would feel to help the golden skinned
woman wash.
A stream of soap tinged water ran down the
crack of that beautiful ass as Karen wished she could
just walk over and kiss it. When the Japanese
woman began to wash and squeeze those bouncy
round breasts, Karen had to bite down to keep from
moaning in admiration. She knew what the subject
of her dreams tonight would be.
Drying themselves in the locker room, Karen
kept her eyes on anything but Keiko. She was sure
she had been too obvious in the shower and didn't
want to compound it out here among the other
women.
" Damn Amanda for going on the research
trip, " She thought, "Leaving me alone all this
time."
As a Professor of Oceanic Studies, Amanda
Bishop could easily take six months off to engage in
research, but Karen wasn't so lucky. That had
always been one of the sticking points of their
relationship - the difference in their economic and
social standings. It had come up before, but had
always vanished as soon as they were in bed
together. That was one of the reasons Karen had
taken this part time job at the Y, so she could pay an
equal share of the expenses.
"Karen?" Keiko said as she walked over and
sat down beside Karen who was trying her sneakers.
"Do you have any dinner plans?"
"Dinner plans?" Karen asked questioningly.
"Well I was planning to go out to dinner
after the class, and I really hate eating alone.
Besides, I owe you for the class."
Karen thought about it for a few moments.
Thought of what Amanda would think of her having
dinner with a woman half the Oceanographer's age.
She knew Amanda was always jealous of her
spending time with other women, but then again,
Amanda was over six thousand miles away.
"No plans, I'd love to join you." Karen
answered with a wide smile. "Just let me lock up
and I'll be right with you."
Dinner turned out to be at Georgio's, one of
the best Italian Restaurants on the Upper East Side.
By the time the desert came, Karen felt like she'd
know Keiko months instead of a few hours. At first
she was worried how she'd skirt around the issue of
her lesbianism. Normally she didn't care who knew
it, but some people were very put off by it. Her
usual attitude was, hey this is what I am, if you don't
like it - tough! But she really didn't want Keiko to
dislike her for any reason. For the first time in
months, she was really enjoying herself. And the
question of whether she had a man in her life never
even came up.
"Will there be anything else?" The waiter
asked?
"No, that will be it." Keiko said as the
waiter placed the check on the table and she reached
into her purse for her credit card.
"I wish you'd let me at least pay for my own
dinner?" Karen said, her old habit of wanting to pay
her own way cropping up.
"Nonsense," Keiko said as she placed her
credit card on the small tray. "I did invite you after
all. Besides, it all goes on my expense account."
As Keiko again reached for her card and the
receipt upon the waiter's return, Karen spotted
something she had totally overlooked earlier. There
on the Japanese woman's slender left hand was a
gold wedding band. She was married!
The black haired woman's heart sunk as her
little bubble burst. Sure it had all been a fantasy, but
she wanted it to end on a happy note. Why hadn't
she spotted it earlier.
As they left the restaurant and walked down
the street, Keiko felt the change in Karen.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, nothing," Karen answered, forcing a
smile. "Its just been a long day and all."
"Oh, I'm so sorry I've kept you out so late."
Keiko said apologetically. "I've been enjoying myself
so much that I've completely lost track of the time."
"I guess it is kind of late and you must be
wanting to get back to your hotel," Karen said as
she looked at her watch and noted that it was almost
11. "Its about 08:00 in LA, you might want to call
your husband before you turn in."
"Husband?" Keiko asked, a puzzled look on
her face. "What makes you think I'm married?"
"Well the ring for one thing."
"The ring.... Omigosh I forgot I was even
wearing it." Keiko exclaimed as she looked down at
her hand. "I've been divorced for almost two years
now."
"And you still wear his ring?"
"Well actually, this one's a family heirloom,
it belonged to my grandmother. I usually wear it to
discourage guys. You know, they find out your
single and right away all you are is another skirt to
get into. They have a hard time taking you serious
after that."
"I know the feeling." Karen said, her smile
returning with the news.
As they walked and talked, Karen noted that
they were only two blocks from her apartment.
"Since you bought the dinner, would you like
to come up for a nightcap?" Karen asked
apprehensively. "We can call you a cab from the
apartment."
After a long moment, Keiko said she would
love to.
"Make yourself comfortable," Karen said as
she turned to lock the door behind them.
"Nice place," Keiko said as she admired a
row of photos on the mantelpiece. "Your
roommate?" She asked as she spotted a photo of
Karen and Amanda taken last year.
"Er yes..." Karen replied. "She's away right
now."
"This really is a lovely apartment," Keiko
said as she dropped the subject and moved on. "So
unlike the decor you find in Los Angeles."
Karen quickly poured the nightcaps and
handle one to Keiko.
"New friends," She said raising her glass.
"Definitely!" Keiko responded as she took a
drink.
After they both finished the toast, Karen
again looked into those haunting green eyes. Less
than a foot separated them and she felt flush. She
knew she should call for the cab, but she didn't want
her fantasy evening to end.
She then leaned forward and kissed Keiko on
the lips.
The kiss lasted just a second, and once it was
done, Karen took a step back. She looked into the
oriental girl's face for a reaction but found only the
same calmness it had all evening. Then, suddenly,
her face widened into a smile.
"Oh God," Karen exclaimed. "I wanted to
do that all evening. I just wasn't sure how you
would take it."
"To tell the truth," Kaiko answered. "Until
this moment, neither did I."
She then took a step forward and returned
the kiss. This time they embraced and held the kiss
much longer.
"This night has been so wonderful," Karen
said, still holding her. "And I'll understand if you
want to leave."
"Actually, I was thinking it might be pretty
nice to stay." was Keiko's reply.
Karen's face just glowed at the response.
Karen quickly led the short haired oriental to
the couch and kissed her once again. This time the
kiss was long and deep. She felt Keiko's mouth
open, allowing her tongue easy access. Their
tongues met and began to dart in and out of each
others mouths.
While this exchange too place, Karen began
to unbutton Keiko's blouse, slipping her hand within.
The Japanese woman's body trembled as she felt the
Irish girl slip her hand inside her bra. Her hand
cupped the small breasts and soon her fingers began
to work their magic on the small nipples. Keiko let
out a soft moan, just to let Karen know that she
wanted her to continue.
The rest of the buttons quickly followed and
soon the light blue blouse was on the floor. The half
cup bra joined it, giving Karen a good look at the
golden mounds she had only glimpsed in the shower.
"They're beautiful...." Karen smiled.
"They're too small..." Keiko countered.
"Nonsense," Karen retorted as she cupped
one in each hand. "Anything more than a mouthful
goes to waste anyway."
With that her mouth was on the dark drown
nipples, her tongue covering the small protruding
tips.
"Oh that's nice..." Keiko sighed as she felt
the wetness of the white girl's mouth.
Karen continued to make oral love to the
Oriental's breasts, even as her hands moved down
and undid the clips of Keiko's skirt. Keiko shifted a
little, lifting her ass off the couch. With a quick tug,
the skirt and panties now topped the growing pile of
clothes.
Karen began to kiss downward, covering the
golden belly, converging on the small triangle of hair
below. She was fascinated by the absence of any
real body hair. What little there was around Keiko's
mound was trimmed tight against the skin. Her own
bush was quite large and full, in preference to
Amanda's taste.
Her fingers stroked the outer walls of
Keiko's pussy, then Karen moved closer and kissed
it in the center. She could smell Keiko's perfume, it
was obvious that she had put some there at the gym.
As she continued to kiss the outer edges, she slipped
a finger inside. Soon it was followed by a second,
then a third. Finally it was followed by her probing
tongue.
Keiko had stretched her legs as far apart as
she could, balancing herself on the back of the
couch. For the moment she was content to just lay
back and enjoy Karen's ministrations. She couldn't
help but note how much nicer it felt than any of the
men who had eaten her. Those few who had be
willing to even try she corrected herself.
For a good ten minutes Karen thrusted her
eager tongue in and out of the cavity of oriental
delight. Every woman tasted different, but Keiko
was somehow ever more unique. Perhaps it was just
her imagination, perhaps not.
"I want to see you naked!" Keiko said as she
pulled Karen away. "I want to make love to you
too."
Karen stood and began to slowing pull her
shirt over her head. The she reached up and played
with her large 36 inch breasts, still within the
confines of her bra. Those beautiful emerald eyes
were riveted on her hand as she undid the front clasp
and sent the white material floating to the floor.
As they popped free, she grabbed a breast in
each hand and gave them a playful squeeze. She had
never really been impressed by breast size, but she
could tell Keiko was.
She leaned forward, one knee on the couch
and lifted her right breast to Keiko's mouth. The
Japanese girl reached out with her tongue and lightly
licked the already erect nipple. After a third pass
with her tongue, she reached up and guided the
whole of Karen's aureole into her waiting mouth.
Keiko sucked tenderly at first, like the
newborn she in a way was. Then her motions
became stronger and she pulled more and more flesh
into her mouth. While she suckled at the first
breasts, her free hand sought out the second and
fondled it. Soon she switched positions and lifted
the other nipple to her mouth.
Karen let her take her time exploring the new
sensation, remembering her own first experience
with a woman. Her own delight at the first time she
had actually touched another woman's body.
Running her fingers through Keiko's short
almost boyish hair, she whispered sweat words of
encouragement. Words that translated into an
increased desire by Keiko to please her.
Keiko then began to move her attentions
down Karen's body, duplicating the motion Karen
had used on her earlier. Have to give her credit,
Karen said to herself, she's a fast learner.
Keiko's first attempts at cunnilingus were
awkward, even a little rough. Karen reached down
and pulled her own lips aside for the neophyte lover,
giving her a clear view of her objective.
"Take your time," She whispered. "Just lick
it softly, it'll come to you."
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Keiko
began to develop a rhythm of her own and began to
send little sparks into the walls of Karen's love
tunnel. I was right, Karen congratulated herself,
defiantly a fast learner.
Soon Keiko was rewarded with her first
tastes of girlcum as Karen's body began to respond
in earnest.
"Let's move to the floor." Karen said as she
guided Keiko into a 69 position. "That way we can
both enjoy it."
For the next half hour, the two women
lapped at each other, taking turns increasing and
decreasing their passion. Karen knew she was close,
but was determined to hold off until Keiko was
ready.
It wasn't long, and both women exploded in
unison. Globs of hot cum gushed from each as they
each buried their face in the other's mound. Keiko
had never experienced an orgasm like this and she
wanted it to go on and on. Her face was covered
with love-juice, but she continued to lick away
between Karen's legs. But all good things must end
as they say and finally both were exhausted.
For twenty minutes they laid entangled in
each others arms. Their bodies covered with sweat
and cum, they silently kissed and licked each other.
"I'm so glad I met you tonight," Keiko said
softly. "I'd never have had the courage to try
something like this back home."
"I'm just as glad to have met you," Karen
replied as she kissed Keiko's breast. "It's been so
long since I've felt this good. I wish I could........"
Just then she was interrupted by the ringing
of the phone. She let it ring a second time, thinking
she should let the machine pick it up. Then she
decided to answer it.
"Hello?" She said, continuing to play with
Keiko's breasts.
"Karen.....can you hear me?" Came the
voice on the phone.
It was a few seconds before Karen realized it
was Amanda's voice.
"Amanda?"
"Hi lover, you don't know how delightful it is
to hear your voice." replied the voice over the
receiver. "I'm in Los Angeles."
"Is something wrong?" Karen asked as she
let go of Keiko's breast and lifted herself into a
sitting position. "I thought you would still be out at
sea for another few weeks."
"We had engine problems and had to cut the
trip short. I have to wrap up a few loose ends out
here over the weekend, but I should be home by
Sunday night."
"That's great..." Karen said, wondering if
she really meant it.
"Karen, there's something I want to say,
something I don't want to wait for Sunday for you to
hear."
"Yes...."
"Baby, I love you, I don't think I've ever
realized how much until the last few weeks. At first
I was so involved in my work that I didn't see how
much I hurt you by just up and leaving like that.
Then as I began to miss you more and more , I knew
that no work was worth leaving you again."
"Oh God Mandy, you don't know how long
I've waited to hear you say that. I can't wait for you
to get home."
"Well Sunday's only another day and a half,
It'll go by quickly. I hope you've been taking care of
yourself. I was passing a phone in the hotel lobby,
we haven't even checked in yet, and I suddenly felt
the need to call you. Have you eaten dinner? I
know how you get after those Friday night classes at
the Y, you get so worked up you forget to eat at
all."
At Amanda's mention of the aerobic class,
Karen suddenly remembered Keiko was lying beside
her. For the moment she was at a loss for words.
"Karen...are you there?"
"Er yes......I'm here," She said as she saw
Keiko sit up and smile. "Must be the connection."
Keiko brought her finger up to her lips and
signaled silence. There was no need for Karen to
mention her lapse of fidelity.
"I was asking if you've been remembering to
east?"
"Oh yes, don't worry about that, I brought a
little Japanese home after the class, it was delicious."
Karen said, smiling as Keiko.
"I didn't know you liked Japanese." Amanda
said.
"It's a newly acquired taste." came Karen's
answer.
"Honey, Dr. Walsh is calling for me to catch
up. I have to go. I'll be on Continental Flight 203 on
Sunday, we'll get in about 5:30."
"Fine, I'll pick you up then."
"Good-bye love, and when I get home I want
to start over. As far as I'm concerned, anything that
happened before 5:30 Sunday never existed."
"That's fine by me, I love you too."
"All right in the world with your lover?
Keiko asked.
"Yeh," Karen said sheeplessly. "I guess
Sunday will be a new beginning, this time maybe we
can make it work."
"I'm glad, maybe when I get back to LA I'll
be able to find someone as nice as you."
"I'm sure you will." Karen said, feeling a
little awkward. "Listen, Keiko, about tonight......"
Keiko placed her outstretched finger on
Karen's lips.
"What happened within these four walls will
always remain here." She said. "When I walk out
that door, all that will bind us are memories. A
memory I for one will cherish."
Karen just had to reach out and embrace
Keiko. Another time and place things might've been
very different. But deep down she knew she had to
give Amanda her chance at that fresh start.
"You know, " Karen said in a quiet voice.
"You don't have to walk out that door right this
minute."
Keeping to her word, the Japanese woman
never looked back when she walked out the door -
early Sunday afternoon.
END