This is a love story about an eleven year old virtuoso violinist and her gentleman suitor. My friend Strawberry Panties made another painting for me, to accompany this story. Click on the thumbnail to get a larger version.

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Overture

The music.

O, the music!

Listening to Nanami's music has always been an erotic experience for me. It fills me, it permeates me, it becomes one with me.

Nanami's music is my lover.

Sounds become colors. Large swaths of thick and vibrant oil paint, filling the canvas of my soul, taking over my body and my spirit. Fire and passion and meaning.

The dynamic colors of her music, in constant motion, dance before my eyes, beckoning me to join them in a celestial waltz.

The colors become words, the words become feelings, experience, emotions. Understanding.

O, the music!

It was bright in my bedroom that night, moonbeams like golden shimmering streams flowing through open windows, gentle wind blowing the gauze of the curtains into the wings of angels. Rising, falling, dancing.

And from those swaying curtains an angel emerged, naked and thin and pale, floating to me. My heart began to race at the vision of her, beating so hard that I thought it might explode into a shower of pure joy and ecstasy.

The angel came to me and took my hand and climbed into the bed with me. She smiled, her face shining with happiness as if the only thing in the world she wanted was to be with me. As she lay down on me, her dark eyes glistened and glittered, staring widely, boring into my soul.

And then we were making love. I was enveloped in her, as deep as I could go, succulent flesh wrapped around me, pulling me inside her and gripping desperately to me. Pulsing, throbbing, clutching. A mysterious wetness flowing as if by magic from everywhere inside her.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and found that I was absorbed in black, my face hot and matted with sweat. I blinked as my sight adjusted to the darkness.

I reached over to my bedside table and picked up my phone and opened a picture of beautiful Nanami-chan; a picture she had texted to me the day before. As I stared at that beautiful little picture, the song of the angels filled my head.

"Nanami," the angels sang, "Nanami!"

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Premier Mouvement: Prelude

It was a pleasant surprise to hear the frenetic sounds of the first movement of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E Minor as I made my way to my usual lunchtime park bench. It's one of the world's great violin compositions, and I could tell immediately that was being exquisitely performed.

Carney Park is a secluded little oasis, really nothing more than a handful of trees and a few park benches, right off the main downtown pedestrian mall. A sanctuary of calm amid the crazy bustle of the city. The park is a few blocks away from where the food trucks congregate, far enough that not very many downtown workers are willing to make the trek from the trucks to the park merely for the solitude of a quiet lunch. I, on the other hand, cannot stomach taking my food back to my little rat-cage of a cubicle at work, nor do I like eating amid spewing diesel fumes and squealing brakes. For me, it's more than worth the time to take my plate of food for a little walk down to my favorite bench under the leaf-canopy of Carney Park.

It's not often that one hears buskers in this particular little park. Even though it's quite a nice place for a little music, there just aren't enough pedestrians around for a street musician to make much money. And to be frank, that's quite fine with me. I love music with a passion and have a wide variety of tastes, but the usual bucket-hammering percussionists and out-of-tune guitars would not contribute well to my little lunchtime flirtation with nirvana.

But this... This violin...

This was different.

A beautiful piece being so expertly played--this is what busking is all about! It even occurred to me as I walked down the path in the park that I might sit on a different bench today, just to be able to watch this wonderful artist play. But then I realized that the violinist had chosen my little slice of paradise for their own locale; I could sit in my favorite bench, listen to my favorite instrument playing a favorite piece, while eating my favorite tamales. Life is good!

While I could tell that they were playing with a skill approaching that of a professional, as I rounded the corner to my--no, to our--little alcove, I was astounded to see that the virtuoso was a young girl. She was really quite a petite little pixie, not yet five feet tall. Her diminutiveness made the violin look oddly oversized in her small hands, but she played the Mendelssohn with unnerving skill.

The girl had an olive complexion and big dark brown eyes. A little Asian girl. Japanese. She was skinny and immature, both in her hips and her breasts, but she had the most beautiful face--soft round cheeks, dark hair that was nearly black and flashing with pale blue hues as it reflected the sunlight, cut in a childish tomboy style with short bangs in a perfect line above her pale forehead and straight silken strands shaped around her head.

The girl kept at the Mendelssohn the entire time that I ate my lunch, and as difficult as it was for me to pry myself away from her beautiful playing, I did need get back to work. So I took out my wallet and discovered that I had only twenty dollar bills. Well, the child's musical skill was certainly worth one of the twenties, so I walked up to her and dropped the bill in her violin case.

"Very beautiful," I said.

She looked up at me with big brown eyes and smiled. Her round cheeks flushed momentarily.

Over the next few days I didn't see the little busker girl again and, in all honesty, she slipped my mind entirely. Buskers, even the cute ones, are commonplace in this town and if she doesn't come around often enough to keep the fan base motivated, that's her mistake!

It was almost two weeks later when I heard the strains of a Paganini Caprice as I walked with tamales in hand to my favorite park bench. I instantly recognized the playing; it had the same frantic, on the edge of out-of-control style that the Mendelssohn had in the girl's remarkably capable hands. Unconsciously I quickened my pace and indeed she was in my alcove again, and I was to have the pleasure of dining with my own private concert once more.

I stayed past the tamales this time. The girl played all eleven variations on the theme, as well as the finale, a good fifteen minutes worth of extremely challenging playing. And she did it with a skill beyond belief in such a little thing.

When she finished, I stood and applauded. She smiled an adorable little thin-lipped smile and bowed her head in embarrassment, the sort of humility that seems to be so common among Japanese girls, and so out-of-place for one of such virtuoso talent. I could see her pale face flushing again as she lowered her eyes. Then she took bow to string again and began playing. I sat down to hear what else the dear girl could offer and this time it was a selection of Bartok's beautiful country dances, pieces that did not require the talent necessary for her previous choices, but that revealed something more interesting still--a love of beauty, of beat, of movement. Indeed as the child played, she swung her narrow hips and swayed her thin shoulders in rhythm with the songs.

I stayed too long, but I couldn't leave. I found the girl far too fascinating for me to be able to go back to my mundane work. After she'd treated me to four or five of the most expertly-played Bartok's country dances I'd heard in some time, she began to put her violin away.

"Wait, wait!" I said, jumping up again and taking another twenty dollar bill out of my wallet. "It was so beautiful, you are so talented!"

She smiled coyly and bowed. Her cheeks flushed again.

I wanted to say something more to her. "It... it..." All I could really do was stammer as I waved the twenty dollar bill in her direction. "It's wonderful," I finally blurted out, "to have such beautiful music while I eat my lunch. The way you played that Paganini..."

"You are a violin payer?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with the question. She had a thick Japanese accent.

"No, piano. But I'm a Paganini fan!" I said, far more enthusiastically than my enjoyment of Paganini actually merited. "And I have rarely heard that piece... Caprice number..."

"Tenty-four," she said.

"Yes, yes, twenty-four, Caprice Number twenty-four! I have rarely heard it played better!"

She bowed her head again. "Thank you, Onii-san," she said. Her violin now packed, she stood to leave.

"Here," I stuck out the money again, "this is for you!"

"No," she shook her head, her wide dark eyes looking up at me. "Is too much money."

"I... I know, but it's all I have and I want to give you something."

"No, is too much!"

"OK, tell you what, you come back and play again tomorrow and I'll have change and I'll give you a bit for today and a bit for tomorrow, OK?"

"OK!" she said with a sweet, demure little smile.

"OK then! See ya later?"

"Yes, 'see-- ya-- later,'" she said back.

I felt an odd, unexpected quickening in my heart as I approached the park the next afternoon and heard the unmistakable sound of a violin.

I probably should have recognized the tell-take signs of a "crush" starting. I probably should have taken my tamales and walked away from Carney Park as quickly as I possibly could, never to return again. After all, no good could come from having a crush on an eleven-year-old girl. But either it was denial--I really just liked her playing so much that it made me feel excited!--or recklessness--who cares if I throw my marriage and family away over a fling with this preteen girl? Whatever the reason, I quickened my pace in response to my quickening heart and arrived at our secluded alcove of paradise as quickly as I could.

As with the Bartok, the Bach she chose for today, Air on the G String, was not a selection that showed off her virtuosity; it doesn't have nearly the same technical difficulty as the Mendelssohn or the Paganini. But it's a definite crowd-pleaser, and indeed there were now a few people standing around listening to my little concert mistress. The denizens of Carney Park were starting to pay the girl her due.

She smiled when she saw me, and her face flushed slightly. I'm pretty sure I blushed a little bit as well.

After she finished the Bach, and smiled warmly and bowed in response to the applause, she looked at me almost apologetically, put the violin under her chin again, and launched into Saint-Saëns' Danse Macabre. I literally laughed out-loud when I heard it; a perfect whimsical choice, capable of displaying the child's near-virtuoso talent along with a hitherto unrevealed sense of humor. And, of course, this choice would hit the perfect note. It would be even more of a crowd-pleaser than the Bach, and indeed her new-found fans were thrilled, tapping toes and even moving arms and legs. I already knew, of course, that this girl was technically skilled almost beyond measure, but now I began to realize that her talent went well beyond technique. She knew how to play to the crowd, too!

When she finally put her instrument away, nearly an hour after she'd started, I handed her a ten dollar bill. "Five for yesterday and five for today," I told her.

She gave me her beautiful little blushing smile and accepted the payment.

"Hey, are you hungry?" I asked her. "There's a bunch of food trucks a couple blocks away and I'd love to get you some lunch."

"Yes," she said, still with the blushing smile, "that would be nice."

We were silent as we walked to the food trucks; she, no doubt, both because of her shyness and the fact that English is not her native tongue; me because I was feeling awkward--grown men, grown up and married men, don't have crushes on preadolescent girls! And yet here I was, my heart fluttering lightly like a schoolboy as she and I walked together. And what I wished, above all things in the world, was that I could hold her hand. I was crushing, but it felt so good, so strange and wonderful, there were so many surges of fantastic hormones coursing through my body that my brain couldn't possibly have thought about how wrong and dangerous this was, even if I had wanted it to.

Eventually I worked up enough nerve to at least tell the girl my name.

"I'm Jonathan," I told her. My voiced sounded like it was trembling.

"Hello, Jonathan-san," she said, smiling at me. "Preased to meet you."

"And you? Your name?"

"Nanami-chan."

"Nanami... A beautiful name!"

"Thank you," she said.

We ordered our tamales--I felt like I should order myself another plate, out of politeness, so that Nanami wasn't eating alone--and we walked back to Carney Park and sat down at my park bench in our alcove for lunch.

"You're playing is so beautiful," I said to her.

"Oh, thank you, you are very nice."

"Where did you learn to play so well?"

She smiled at me. "It is a magic violin."

"Oh, is it now?"

"It is! But I also have been playing since I was young. In Japan."

"Since you were young?" I smiled teasingly at the child, but I'm not sure she understood.

"Yes, since I was four years old."

"Ah. That is very young!"

"These... What do you call these?" she said, a bite of tamale suspended in the air on her plastic fork.

"Tamales."

"Ta-mal-ees. They are very good!"

"They're magic tamales!"

"Oh? Do I get special powers when eat them?"

"Yes! You get the power of beautiful music at your fingertips!"

She giggled. "This?" She pointed at the corn husk. "What is?"

"That's corn--that's the husk from the ear of corn."

"Oh, yes, I see."

"That's inedible."

"In-ed-i-ble... What means?"

"It means you can't eat it."

"Oh." She nodded. I couldn't help staring at her beautiful face.

"So you grew up in Japan?"

"Yes."

"And why are you here?"

"My father works at the consulate."

"Really? Cool! Have you been here long?"

"No, he only started a few months ago, and my mother and I came... a few weeks ago?"

"And are you here for very long?"

"Yes, for at least next two years."

"Well that's good. That's great!" I immediately felt silly for my enthusiasm. Mellow out the crush crap, Onii-san!

She smiled sweetly, cheeks blushing, dark eyes twinkling, as she dabbed her mouth clean with her napkin.

"I mean... I just mean because, it's so nice to hear your music during lunch."

She smiled. "I must return home now. Thank you, Jonathan-san, for the ta... ta..."

"Tamales."

"Ta-mal-ees."

"I'm pleased to have met you, Nanami-chan."

"Me too." She giggled. "I mean, I am preased to have met you."

"Can I walk you home?"

She blushed slightly. "I take the bus. You can walk me to the bus."

"OK."

I wanted so very badly to hold her delicate little hand as we walked the short distance to the bus stop. We did not speak, other than to say goodbye, when her bus arrived. But she did reach out her little fingers and graze them against my arm, alighting my skin with electricity, just before climbing onto the bus.

A small group had gathered in our private alcove the next day. Apparently the word was getting out. Nanami was playing a Brahms waltz, beautiful though not technically challenging; one couple was dancing as she played. She smiled sweetly at me when I arrived; one person in the crowd, a young man who appeared to be of Japanese descent, looked over at me and raised his eyebrows significantly when he saw the girl's face light up at my arrival.

After she finished the waltz, she paused for a long ten seconds before beginning a hauntingly beautiful Japanese song that I did not recognize. I, along with all the other people in the crowd, stood mesmerized by the exquisite song and the exquisite playing. I could tell immediately that this piece was far more technically difficult than the Brahms, but was of a similar emotional content.

The Japanese man who had looked at me earlier made his way over to my side while she played.

"Do you know this girl?" he asked me.

"Yes, we are... friends."

"She plays very beautifully."

"Yes, she does." I felt like I was being curt with him; I saw him as an unwelcome rival: younger, more handsome, and of course, Japanese. I wasn't really sure what his interest in Nanami was, other than the fact that she was an adorably cute and outstandingly talented girl of the same race as himself. But regardless, I had no intention of talking to the man about my... "friend."

"Do you know her name?" he asked me.

"I do," I responded, without further follow-up.

He looked at me with those damned eyebrows raised again.

"And do you know the song she is playing now?"

"No."

"It is called 'Sakura Sakura,' which means 'Cherry Blossom, Cherry Blossom.'"

"Oh?"

"It is a love song."

"Oh?"

"My father used to play it for my mother on the flute."

"Nice. Very sweet." I really wanted this guy to stop talking to me so that I could listen to Nanami's beautiful playing.

When she finished, the people in the crowd applauded and she set her violin down in its case. The young Japanese man who had been speaking with me quickly left my side and walked up to Nanami with a couple of dollar bills in his hand. He spoke some words in Japanese to her as he handed her the bills. She smiled pleasantly at him and replied, also in Japanese. My jealousy was beginning to seriously rear its ugly head when Nanami saw me out of the corner of her eye and her face lit up with a big smile.

"Jonathan-san!" she said loudly in a childish little sing-song voice.

"Hello, Nanami-chan!" I said, quite loudly as well, in part merely because I was excited and standing a bit away from her, and in part because I wanted to assert my position in the hierarchy of the males in this conversation. "Your playing was so beautiful again today!"

She smiled radiantly at me. "Thank you, Jonathan-san. I play special song for you, it is called 'Sakura Sakura.' I don't know how it is in English."

"Cherry blossom, cherry blossom," both me and the Japanese man said in unison. I glared at the man.

Ignoring her would-be suitor, Nanami skipped over to me and took my hand. "You have not eaten, you had no food."

"No, I was hoping you'd want to eat lunch with me."

"Yes!" she said, her eyes twinkling, still holding my hand. "Tamals!"

"Tamales," I said.

"Yes, Ta-mal-ees!"

The Japanese man raised his significant eyebrows significantly at me again as he watched Nanami and me walk away, our fingers still interlocked. I certainly wasn't going to let go of her hand as long as the world still existed, and she didn't seem inclined to let go of mine, either.

"So did you like the song, 'Sakura Sakura?'" she asked as we walked to the food trucks.

I was in heaven, holding hands with the child. I could feel my body undergoing all sorts of odd and unexpected hormonal reactions that I had not felt in many years. For one thing, the thought of getting an erection--rather quickly I might add--merely because I was holding a girl's hand, was something that had not even occurred to me, let alone actually happened, in many years.

Nanami was effervescent as we walked. I don't think the fact that a middle aged man was holding hands with an eleven year old was attracting much attention--people probably just assumed I was her adoptive father. But her bubbliness, that was turning a lot of heads and causing a lot of smiles.

"Did you? Did you like the song?"

"Yes, it was beautiful."

"It is a Japanese song. It is a..." I saw her face blush, harder than I had seen it before. "a song for a man and a woman," she said.

"About cherry blossoms."

"Yes. It goes," and then Nanami sang, in a most beautiful and pure high childish voice,

"Sakura sakura
Noyama mo sato mo
Mi-watasu kagiri
Kasumi ka kumo ka"

"This means," she said, "what you call them? Blossoms?"

"Cherry blossoms."

"Yes, cherry blossoms. It means, 'Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, everywhere we look are clouds of flowers.'"

"That is so beautiful!"

"I know, isn't it, Jonathan-san?"

We had to let go of each other's hands when we reached the food trucks. I did so with great reluctance, and I got the impression that she did as well.

"Do you remember that I told you I play piano?" I said to her as we returned to Carney Park with our plates of tamales.

"Yes, I remember."

"I'm not nearly as good as you."

"I know you are wonderful!" she said, full of her bubbliness.

I laughed. "Not hardly. But, I love to accompany other musicians. Would you do me the honor of playing with me some day?"

"Yes?!? Really, you want to?"

"Yes, I do."

"I would love to, Jonathan-san!"

"OK, then... What time would work for you?"

"I do nothing all day. My father works and my mother has meetings and I am bored!"

"Well then, perhaps I should take tomorrow afternoon off and we can play."

"Oh, yes! Let's, Johnathan-san! Let's!"

We sat down at our park bench and ate our tamales. Well, I ate mine. Nanami inhaled hers. I just sat and watched her, bubbling with excitement and devouring her lunch.

"So, tomorrow? Shall we meet here?" I asked her as I walked her to her bus stop, taking her hand again. I felt all those strange and wonderful fluttering hormones again.

"Yes. Here!"

"Wonderful!"

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Deuxième Mouvement: Sonata-Allegro

Lovely strains of violin echoed again through the trees as I walked to our alcove, carrying two plates of tamales. Again it was a song I did not recognize, it was Japanese, and so very pure and simple. I stood, mesmerized, holding the plates of food in my hands.

Unsurprisingly, her suitor from the day before was there, and he came over to me. "Do you know this song?"

I tried to give him an annoyed look: What are you doing here, loser? It's obvious which one of us Nanami prefers! "No, I do not."

"It is 'Chugoku Chiho No Komoriuta'" he said with an air of smugness that made me want to kick him in the shin. "In English, 'Lullaby from the Chugoku Area.'"

"Shhh!" I said. "I want to hear it!"

His eyebrows raised again. Oh what I wouldn't give for a razor and some restraints!

When she'd finished the beautiful song, she came running over to me. "Jonathan-san!" she hollered, her face lit up with a wonderful smile, "You brought me tamales!"

"I did!" I smiled just as broadly back.

"You are the greatest!" she said loudly.

The crowd dispersed in sadness, realizing that the prodigy's show was over, as she and I sat down to our lunch. The Japanese man stood nearby for a few extra minutes, apparently wanting to say something to Nanami, but, confronted with her enthusiastic inhaling of tamales, he eventually decided to move on.

When she'd finished gulping down the tamales, and I'd finished my more mundane enjoyment of them, we walked together to the bus stop to head to my house for our duet. As we walked, my heart was fluttering crazily and I felt more like a lovesick schoolboy than I ever had before. What I wanted, more than anything, was to hold her hand again like we had the day before, but I was just too nervous to do anything about it, other than to "accidentally" brush my hand against hers. I was pretty sure that she was also trying to accidentally brush her hand against mine, and by the time we got to the third or forth accidental brushing, our fingers locked together and we were holding hands again. Neither of us said a word, we couldn't even bring ourselves to look at each other. It was as if we were both pretending that we weren't actually holding hands. As if our hands had minds of their own.

We had to let go of each other's hands as we got on the bus, but once we sat down we both immediately reached over and we were holding hands again.

Now I know what you all are thinking. You're thinking that all I wanted to do was get home and deflower the little eleven year old like some sort of perverted pedophile that you no doubt have concluded I am. However, you probably won't believe a word of it, but the truth is, the thought never crossed my mind. In all honesty, the only thing I was thinking about was my piano playing. I was deathly afraid that she would think I was a terrible piano player and that she wouldn't want to play with me, not today, and not any other time, either. So, I swear to you this is true; even while we sat there on the bus holding hands like grade-school sweethearts and my stomach was full of butterflies and my heart was beating so lightly I thought I would die from lack of oxygen, I swear my main concern was how well I would play the piano.

The night before, I had spent some time looking up Sakura Sakura, the love song Nanami had played for me a few days earlier, on the web, and found some sheet music for piano and violin. I was so excited to play it with her that I practiced it for an hour that night, and my wife was asking me, "What is that song? Where did you get it?"

As I sat there on the bus holding Nanami's little hand, I thought about my wife's questions and my inability to provide her with a satisfactory answer. "It came up on Pandora," or something like that, was all I could come up with. And I felt a little guilty towards my wife and family right then, knowing that my budding relationship with Nanami was undoubtedly putting my marriage at great risk. Or, perhaps more insightfully: even though I knew my relationship with Nanami was putting my marriage at risk, I just didn't really care. My marriage was once a beautiful thing, but it had long since ceased to be anything more than a charade, even a farce. At times my wife and I were barely on speaking terms.

When Nanami and I got to my house, I gave her a little tour and she seemed reasonably impressed. We have a decent house, big enough to have a separate music room, and that's where we settled after the tour. I sat down at the piano, a pretty little Kawai baby grand, and Nanami took her violin out of the case.

I handed her sheet music for Franck's Sonata in A Major for Violin and Piano, a piece I had performed in the past and so I knew the piano part well enough. She was unfamiliar with it, which meant I would have the chance to experience her sight reading skills, which were (I bet you won't be surprised to learn this) unbelievable. The first time through the Recitativo-Fantasia movement, she was nearly flawless. The second time through, she was far better than me even though I'd been playing the piece since high school.

When we finished, I started playing the piano part to Sakura Sakura. Nanami recognized it immediately and lifted her violin to her chin again. She smiled at me, and then began playing the song in the hauntingly beautiful way she had played it the other day.

I was, for those few minutes, the happiest man on Earth.

When the final resonating notes echoed through the music room, Nanami put her violin down.

"Teach me to play the piano, Onii-san," the beautiful child said.

"Sure!" I scooted over on the piano bench to give her room to join me, but she didn't seem to notice. She just climbed right into my lap.

She straddled my legs, her knees wide apart, and leaned over and put her index finger on the keyboard.

"C," she said.

I leaned forward and reached out to her hand. As I did, my body pressed against hers and we were touching in a far closer way than we ever had before, our bodies directly against each other. I had my face against the side of her head and I inhaled deeply, out of nervousness, and I received a sharp intake of the most wonderful smell, sweet and perfumey and youthful. Almost instantly my cock hardened in my pants, pressing against her sex, and involuntarily I kissed her delicate cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Nanami-chan," I said.

She turned her face towards mine. Her cheeks were bright red and she was not smiling, just looking into me with her soul-piercing eyes.

When our lips made contact, time ground to a standstill for me. Or perhaps it sped at a million miles a second. One or the other, I had no way of knowing and couldn't have cared less. What I remember the most of our first kiss were two things: how utterly fantastically beautiful she tasted, like the sweetest candy in the world, and then how small she seemed. Just a tiny girl. A child.

At some point during the kiss, I have no idea when or how, she'd spun around in my lap and was facing me now, straddling my legs and holding her little body tight against mine. What brought me finally to my senses was an overwhelming sensation in my cock and I realized that little Nanami, sweet wonderful Nanami-chan, was grinding her sex into mine. Grinding hard.

And we sat there and kissed and kissed, tongues in mouths, bodies pressed against each other, sex parts in intimate contact through our clothing, grinding against each other. We must have sat on that piano bench and kissed for at least an hour, until I heard the hall clock chime four o'clock and I realized I needed to get her home and pick my kids up from school, and I reluctantly pulled my face away from hers and told her it was time to go.

As I pulled the car onto the road, I put my hand on Nanami's knee. She looked over at me and blushed with a little smile, and then put her tender hand on top of mine, our fingers interlocking. She sat demurely, looking out the window and smiling to herself.

The address she'd told me was a bit of a surprise, in the heart of the business district. I know they've been building high-rise condominiums everywhere in the city these days, but I wasn't aware that any had been built in that area.

"Here?" I said when I pulled up, sounding genuinely confused.

"Yes, this is the consulate."

"You live at the consulate?"

"Yes! I tell you my father is General Consul, yes?"

"No, you told me he worked at the consulate, but I didn't know..."

"Oh, OK." She leaned over and put her arm around my arm and squeezed it. "I tell you now. My father is General Consul."

I leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head. "You are silly."

"We play together again? Soon?" she asked.

"Yes, let's. I can probably get out of work again tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, please!"

"But I won't know until I get to work in the morning, can I text you? Do you have a phone?"

"Yes."

"You should text me and then I'll have your number."

"OK," she said, and she took out her phone. She typed in my number as I told it to her, and then she held the phone up in front of her.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I text you a selfie!"

That silly photograph was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I sat down on the piano bench the next afternoon, fully intending to play Franck's violin sonata again, or one of the other pieces of sheet music I dredged up from the basement. But Nanami did not take her violin out of its case. She simply climbed onto my lap, facing me and straddling my waist. In an instant we were kissing each other, tongues dancing and flirting, and she was pressing her tiny, thin body against my chest. Another instant and she was grinding her sex into mine.

I began touching her. Like fingers on a fretboard, I explored her backbone, walking a melody, playing the harmonies. Up and down her back my hands glided, moving further down until my fingers were on her skinny bottom, articulating arpeggios into the soft skin.

I reached my hands up to her sides and then up to her neck and without missing a beat--still kissing and holding each other tightly--I began unbuttoning her blouse. To my delight she joined me, unbuttoning from the bottom up. Her buttons were the keys of a woodwind--a clarinet or an oboe; together we played a sonata, until the buttons were all undone and her shirt was open. I pulled it over her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

She was wearing a little bra, an adorable little grey cotton bra; I wrapped my fingers under the sides of it and she lifted her arms in the air and I pulled it up and off of her.

Whether from nervousness or embarrassment or most likely both, the young girl did not let me look. Instead, she pressed her bare chest against me. I quickly pulled my shirt off as well and we were skin-on-skin, bare chest pressed into bare chest, kissing deeply and holding onto each other as if our life depended on one another. And in a way, right then, I think it did.

My fingers grazed gently over the soft skin of her bare back, my touch light and rhythmic, the brushes of a percussionist playing a soft beat. Then I moved them down to her bottom, holding it in my hands, and lifted her, standing up. I was amazed at how tiny she was, she barely weighed anything at all in my arms and I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to my bedroom. As I walked, we finally stopped kissing, the first time our lips had been apart since she'd sat down on my lap at the piano a half an hour earlier. But she wrapped her little arms and legs tightly around me as I carried her, and she buried her face into my neck.

I set her down on her feet in my bedroom and I knelt in front of her and then, for the first time, I saw her bare chest. I don't know which was more startling for me--how immature her breasts looked, tiny, barely erupted; or how aroused I became at the sight of them. Her chest was a pale cream; her nipples were a delicate pink, the very color of cherry blossoms. Sakura Sakura, my little cherry blossoms. They stood up proudly from her chest--adorable puffballs tapering to tiny nubs, pointing eagerly at me. "Look at us," they sang out. "Look at how beautiful we are! Look at how new and fresh and virginal we are!"

I put my hands on her back and pulled her into me and took a swollen little nipple into my mouth, a delicate, feathery soft swelling that fit perfectly between my lips and tasted of strawberries and candy. And of Nanami. Most important of all, the nipple tasted like Nanami.

She put her little hands on the back of my head, cradling me to her. My heart was racing hard, pounding like the hammer in a piano beating out a rhythm on a thick bass string, pounding so hard that I thought I was going to die. I lifted my mouth away from her little blossom, needing to catch my breath, and I looked up at her. She was staring down at me, her face bright red, her eyes glassy.

"I love you, Nanami-chan." The words came out almost by accident, unintentionally. I hadn't thought about saying them, hadn't even conceived of them, but they were true. Very, very true.

"I love you too Jonathon-san!" she said as she looked down at me.

"You are so beautiful, Nanami! You are the most wonderful thing in the universe. You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me!"

She just smiled down at me, a big huge grin, and her eyes were wide and merry and twinkling.

I leaned back, still on my knees in front of her, reached down, and started unbuttoning her pants. As I pulled them down, I could hear her breath coming in quick, shallow, staccato gasps.

Her pants now in a puddle on the floor at her ankles, I put my hands on her bottom and leaned in and kissed the crotch of her little pink panties. I heard her let out a loud exhale, and then I looked up at her. Her face was even darker red than it had been before. I curled my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

Oh my dear reader, believe me when I tell you, Nanami's little pussy was more adorable than you could ever possibly imagine. Her mons was pale and quite pronounced, rising provocatively from her thin belly, a little sweet mound of fat puffing up from her body at least two inches, maybe more. It was the chubby little pudendum of a child not yet beginning to become a woman. The plump mound lifted the slit between her legs, proudly displaying it to me. Pale lips perfectly visible between her legs. As with her nipples, her pussy seemed to be singing out to me, "Look at me! Kiss me! Love me, and I will love you, too!"

I leaned into her and kissed her little belly-button. She giggled, I blew out, she giggled some more. I looked up at her and smiled and she smiled back down at me.

"Thank you, Nanami-chan," I said.

"For...?" she said in response, her voice cracking.

"For letting me see your beautiful pussy."

"Pussy," she whispered with a little giggle.

I kissed her belly again, below her belly-button, and then kissed her again, another inch lower, and down, until I was kissing her chubby mound.

"Uwa," I heard her whisper breathlessly.

I put my hands on her thin, bare hips, and I turned her so that her backside was towards my bed. I gently pushed her back so that she sat down on the edge of the bed, her bottom hanging slightly off and her feet on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, I reached down and pulled her pants and panties off of her feet, and then sat up and put my hand on her chest and gently, assertively, pushed her back so that she was laying on the bed.

Kneeling before her, I took ahold of her knees and spread them open and leaned my face down into her.

I've seen many pussies in my life. I've spent some quality time with a hundred or more. OK, maybe "dozens" would be more accurate. But I have to say, I'd never seen anything as beautiful and arousing as Nanami-chan's little baby girl. Adorable, angelic, chaste--a cascade of words come to mind to describe my little lover's sex. With her legs spread wide now, I could see the entirety of her outer labia and was surprised to find that she had a light dusting of soft hair. Newly-formed down, light brown and so thin and sparse that it was barely visible, venturing above her lips into a little triangled fan. This was a proud little girl's first pussy hair.

As I pushed her knees a little wider, her cleft opened slightly, revealing dark pink inner labia glistening with wetness, and then an adorable little pale clit peeked out at me from under its hood.

I leaned in and kissed Nanami-chan's sweet sex.

"Ohhhh!" I heard her whisper.

My tongue parted my lips and licked, tasting Nanami's pussy for the first time. Her knees clenched around my ears and her feet were on my back now, and she put her hands on my head, pulling me into her.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she said, loudly this time, her voice reaching a crescendo. "Uuuuwwwaaa!" Her legs and her torso started shaking. Beautiful little Nanami-chan was coming, and I had barely begun to kiss her.

My head was trapped, her knees holding me tightly to her in a vice grip as if she would never let me go, and her hands pulling me hard into her as her body shook. I lapped at her clit, her adorable stiff little button, and she began to giggle. She giggled and giggled and shook and squirmed and came and came.

Eventually I pulled my head back and rested it on her thigh, looking up at her. She sat up on her elbows and looked down at me, her face dark, her hair matted with sweat, a big, wonderful smile on her face. I reached a finger up and gently flicked her little bluish bulb, her little button of a clitoris, now standing up solid and erect from inside its sheath. Her body shook with each flick, like a quick reverberating roll on a snare drum. Up and down I flicked her stiff wet clit until she let out another breathless moan and leaned her head back and arched her spine. Her legs started quaking uncontrollably and I took her little clit between my thumb and finger and rolled it.

"Uuuuwwwwaaaa!" she moaned again and she came a second time there in my bedroom that beautiful afternoon, and as she came I saw a clear fluid flow, gush, from her vagina, cum squirting out of her and forming an expanding puddle between her legs.

"Oh, man," she said, with a heavy sigh, not a nervous expression this time but one of relief. Of decrescendo. Of weary satisfaction. A breathless sense of wonder at new experiences finally felt for the first time in her young life.

"Will I come over again? Soon?" she asked as I drove her home.

"How 'bout tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? It is Saturday, what about your family?"

"My..." I stammered. I hadn't told her about my family yet. How did she know? "They... they are gone tomorrow. We can... play..."

Nanami smiled at me and her cheeks reddened. "I would like that."

"I will pick you up? Should I text you when I leave?"

"OK!" She leaned into me and kissed my cheek, then jumped out of the car and ran down the block to the consulate.

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Troisième Mouvement: Aria

Beethoven's Spring Sonata. She played it so lovingly that I almost cried. I am not nearly good enough at the piano to accompany such a genius, but I am familiar with the first movement at least, and we played it together, her beautifully, me barely able to keep up with her skill.

When we finished the first movement, she put her violin down and climbed onto my lap again.

And then we played a different sort of duet together.

She lay on my bed again, naked, her legs open and her sweet little pussy wet and open and beautiful. And as I kissed her, she giggled, and she shook and moaned.

"Jonathan-san," little Nanami said to me as I lay with my face on her thigh. "Can I do this to you?" She looked up at me with her big, dark eyes.

"Do you want to?"

She nodded. I stood up and dropped my pants, and Nanami sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. My cock was standing up hard and erect inside my boxer shorts.

"Pull my shorts down," I said to her.

She sat for a moment, staring fixedly at my concealed manhood, biting her lower lip. Then she steeled herself and reached out and took ahold of the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down.

My cock sprang up, free and unfettered, and her big eyes went even wider at the sight of him. He stood out proudly, pointing right at her adorable little face. The tip of my head glistened with precum.

"Kiss him now," I said.

She leaned in and put her little lips against the tip of my wettened head. She pulled back slightly and looked up at me and licked her lips, tasting manhood for the first time. Her eyes squinted slightly.

"There's a little bit of precum," I said.

She licked her lips again. "It... It tastes funny."

"You should lick it clean, sweetheart," I said. I reached out and ran my fingers through her dark silken hair, pulling her back into me at the same time.

She stuck her tongue out and licked my tip, a clarinetist wetting the reed of her favorite instrument.

She looked up at me again. "It is salty," she said in her beautiful high girlish voice.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It is.. it's OK," she said softly. "I... I like it."

"You're such a sweet girl, Nanami."

She wetted her reed again and looked back up at me. "Will there be more?"

"There will be lots more."

She gazed up at me with those dark beautiful wide eyes and nodded in acceptance.

"Open your mouth now, sweetheart," I said as I ran my fingers through her soft hair. "Take my head into your mouth."

The young girl opened her mouth wide, but not nearly wide enough. As I pushed into her I felt her teeth drag along the sensitive skin of my head. I pulled back a little.

"Wider, sweetheart," I said gently. "As wide as you can. No teeth."

She looked up at me with her shining dark eyes and nodded. She dropped her jaw just as far as she could, staring up at me, as I pushed into her again. I watched as her little lips slid up my head until they reached the crown. She stared up at me, a little schoolgirl learning to play a recorder for the first time in her life.

"Oh, sweetie," I whispered, pulling back and pushing in again. "Oh, you're such a good girl." I wrapped a hand loosely around my cock, my thumb and forefinger against her chin and nose, and I fucked the little child's mouth, sliding in and out. I could feel her teeth sometimes, just lightly grazing my skin, and then she would remember and open wider again.

"Oh, sweetie," I said softly in a hushed tone that belied the overwhelming feeling of my pending sexual release. "I'm gonna come."

She stared up at me with her wide childish eyes, full of wonder and anticipation.

I clutched to the girl's head as my legs began their uncontrollable shaking and my cum boiled out from deep inside me and began its rapid journey down my urethra and fired out of me like a long, loud blast from a cannon, accompanied by a low, roaring groan. Her dark eyes, still staring up at me, went wide when her mouth suddenly filled with my warm cream. The second shot fired into her before she had time for any further reaction. But she held on despite an instinctive desire to pull way, her mouth already so full that my thick cum was spilling out of her lips and dripping down her chin. I held her in place and continued pumping hot seed into her mouth.

When I had finally finished and pulled out from between her lips, and the young girl looked up at me with wide, imploring eyes, lifted her hands and cupped them under her chin. She opened her mouth and my cum drained out, thick and viscous and a pearly, frothy white, down her chin and into her hands. She let out a couple of soft little coughs.

I reached down and wiped some cum off her chin with my finger and held the finger in front of her, a big dollop of viscous cum hanging off of it. Her mouth was still open, so I placed my finger on her tongue. The little girl closed her lips around my finger and sucked it clean.

"You're so sweet, Nanami," I said gently to her, running fingers through her silky dark hair. I reached down and lifted her hands up to her mouth. "Swallow the rest of it, little one. You need to swallow it, when a man comes in your mouth."

She nodded, looking wide-eyed up at me, and tipped her hands up to her mouth and drank my cum. The girl made an adorable little grimace as she swallowed, and then her tongue lapped up the sticky semen that remained on the palms of her hands.

I sat down next to her on the bed. "That was wonderful, Nanami. Did you like it?"

The little girl looked at me and gave a little smile. "Yes."

"Do you like the way it tastes?"

She nodded uncertainly. "It is warm."

"Do you like that?"

"It is... it's strange."

"I imagine it is."

"It is your sperm?"

"Yeah."

"I... I like your sperm." She smiled at me and then we lay back together on the bed. I kissed her on her forehead and I reached down between her legs. The child was soaking wet, and her little girl-clit was standing up stiffly. I flicked my fingers over her clit and her body shook. I smiled at her and flicked again, and her body shook again.

I started rubbing, light, then harder, then light again. Nanami lifted her legs in the air and she started to giggle.

"It tickles!"

I moved my fingers down and pushed them between her hot lips and into her soaking wet vagina.

"Oh God," my little lover moaned.

I lifted my fingers back up to her stiff little nub and rubbed and rubbed her, up and down, around in circles, and little Nanami had her second orgasm that afternoon, knees shaking, face hot, breath hard. She ground onto my hand as she came, like a little hussy, like a little kitten in heat. Like a bunny rabbit who was ready for her first mate.

"You're my little bunny rabbit, Nanami," I told her.

She giggled. Her body shook and shook and she giggled and giggled.

"I am a... a bunny... rabbit?" she asked, still giggling and shaking.

"You are. You're a sexy little bunny rabbit."

Her orgasm finally subsiding, I lifted my hand away from her gushing wet pussy.

"If I am a bunny rabbit, what are you, then?" she asked me, still giggling softly.

"I don't know. What do you think I should be, little bunny?"

"You are a mountain lion," she said.

"I like that. The mountain lion and his little bunny."

She had a big smile on her beautiful red face.

The next time we saw each other, the next Monday in our little alcove in Carney park, I had a gift bag with me as well as my usual two plates of tamales. When she had finished, this time another Japanese song that I did not recognize, followed by the second movement of Mozart's Violin Sonata number 35, played to an increasingly large crowd of fans, she ran over to my bench and gave me a huge hug. Unbelievable that such a little thing could give such a wonderful, strong hug.

"A present? For me?"

"Yes!"

"You are too kind, Jonathan-san!" she said with bright, twinkling eyes.

"Open it!"

She pulled the tissue out of the gift bag and looked inside and her eyes went wide and a huge smile spread across her face and she pulled out a stuffed bunny rabbit, plush and fluffy white.

With a giant grin she wrapped her arms around me, the bunny rabbit behind me in her hands, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"For my bunny rabbit," I said.

"Thank you my mountain lion!"

She sat down next to me on the bench and held the stuffed animal in her lap, looking down at it.

"What is her name?" I asked her.

"Kawaii usagi is her name," she said.

"What does that mean?"

"Cute little bunny rabbit!" she smiled and looked up at me.

"You are my kawaii usagi!" I said. "And, there's more!" I picked up the gift bag and handed it to her.

"More?!? You are too kind Jonathan-san!"

She reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of furry pink bunny rabbit ears.

"Oh!" she said.

"For my kawaii usagi! For my Bunny-Rabbit-chan!"

She fitted the ears on her head. "How do I look, Mountain-Lion-san?" she asked, cocking her head to show off her new ears.

"Beautiful. Like the most beautiful bunny rabbit ever!"

She wore those ears as we ate our tamales, and she wore them afterwards when she climbed onto my lap and we kissed and touched and loved each other until it was time for her to go to the bus stop. And she wore those bunny ears all the way to the bus, and even when she climbed up the steps and walked to her seat. I could see my little kawaii usagi waving out the window to me as the bus pulled out onto the street.

Despite an intense physical longing on my part to be alone with Nanami in my bedroom again, and I like to flatter myself perhaps a similar intense longing on her part, we had no time alone together at all. My family was always home, and I had the feeling that my boss would fire me if I asked for any more afternoons off. So Bunny-Rabbit-chan and I had to satisfy ourselves with passing moments together when we were in our little alcove of paradise in the park. There she would play to increasingly larger crowds of fans and then join me on the park bench for tamales, followed by sadly brief but so wonderfully lovely moments of kissing and holding.

Her Japanese suitor, the man who had taken to hanging around while she played, returned a few times during this period. At one point he made his way over to me, like he always seemed to like to do.

"So you know this girl, yes?"

"Yes," I replied shortly. He already knew that. I really didn't like talking to this guy.

He took out his wallet, and then took a business card from it.

"My name is Miyamoto. Hideyoshi Miyamoto."

I took his card, out of politeness, not because I cared.

"I am with Sony Music, I am a producer for Sony Entertainment Music Japan."

Ironically, could feel my eyebrows raise as the gentleman spoke to me.

"I would like the opportunity to record this girl--Nanami? That is her name?"

"Yes, that is her name."

"I believe that Nanami would be very popular in Japan, particularly if we record the song about the cherry blossoms."

"Sakura Sakura."

"Yes."

Nanami had just finished her performance and was putting her violin away. "Well, Mr.--" I looked down at his card "--Mr. Miyamoto--I will speak with Nanami about your proposal."

He put his hands together in front of him and bowed. "Thank you very much. May I ask your name?"

"Jonathan Raybeck."

"It is good to meet you Mr. Raybeck. I hope I will hear from you soon." The man left before Nanami had joined me for tamales.

"I won't be home for dinner tomorrow night," I told my wife while we were doing the dishes. "I have a meeting."

She looked at me skeptically. She had good reason to be skeptical; our marriage hadn't exactly been one of lockstep fidelity. Both of us had had our indiscretions in the past. "Meeting?" she asked. "What's it about?"

My gut reaction was to say something generic about work. "Just some dumb work stuff," or something like that. But I knew that would just make her more suspicious, I'd need a much better cover story than that, and that would require more skillful lying that I am capable of. So I decided to just tell the truth. Imagine that!

"Well, there's this girl, a virtuoso violin player..." I paused, and my wife squinted quizzically at me. "...and this man..." I took Mr. Miyamoto card out of my wallet. "...he wants to make a recording of her."

She looked at Miyamoto's business card. "How do you know this girl?"

"She plays in Carney Park, you know, where I eat my lunch? She busks there over the lunch hour."

"Okaaaayyyy..."

"And I buy her tamales, you know, to thank her for playing. She's really amazingly talented."

"Well, this explains why you've been practicing piano like crazy lately. Let me guess, she's Japanese? That's why you've been playing that Japanese song?"

"Yeah, she's Japanese. She plays that song. Really, really beautifully. Anyway, tomorrow we're meeting with her parents to discuss Mr. Miyamoto's proposal."

"What are you, like, her agent?" She looked at me even more skeptically now, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's a new line of work for you."

"No," I tried to laugh as casually as possible. "Just a friend."

I didn't know what exactly the woman thought about all this, but it will interest you, dear reader, to learn that that night she made amazingly energetic love to me. We hadn't made love in, I don't know, weeks? But that night she rode me on top, long and hard, with the skill of an expert lovemaker like she used to demonstrate for me on a nearly nightly basis when our marriage was stronger. When she finished, she crawled off of me and lay down next to me, sweating and catching her breath.

"Wow," I said as I kissed her forehead, "that was fantastic."

"Better than your violin player?"

"You're crazy!" I said. "She's just a kid!"

"A kid? Well, I'm not sure that'd stop you. How old is she?"

"I don't exactly know. I guess eleven?"

"Really? Eleven?" She started diddling with her pussy as she lay next to me. "Is she cute?"

"Adorable."

"You have a picture of her?"

I grabbed my phone and pulled up the selfie that Nanami had texted me.

"Wow, she is adorable," my wife said. I swear her fingers started rubbing harder on her clit as she looked at the picture.

"What's her name?"

"Nanami."

"That's a pretty name."

"Yeah."

She took another long look at the picture, masturbating feverishly. "I can see why you're hot for her."

"Judith..."

"Oh, come on, I know you. A little Japanese girl, a virtuoso violin player--you're probably in love with her already."

"Judith, she's only..."

"Tell me you want to fuck her." She was red-faced and breathing hard. Just about to come.

"Judith..."

"Come on, you ass! Tell me you want to put your cock in her bald little pussy!"

I figured I owed it to her to humor her on this one. "I want to slide my big hard-on into her little eleven year old cunt."

"There you go." She was getting short of breath now. "You wanna pop her cherry?"

"I want to pop her cherry so badly!"

"You wanna come inside her?"

"I want to fill her up with my hot cream!"

"Oh, you're a naughty boy. You gonna let me watch? You gonna let me watch while you fuck the little thing?"

"Of course you can watch. And you can eat her cream pie when I'm done."

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh!"

Judith and I, our marriage, it had problems. But right then, all-in-all, I had to admit, she could be awfully damn hot when she wanted to be. Yes?

I met Consul General Tamazaki and his wife the next evening. It was a brief meeting, the Consul had much other business to attend to. He was pleased with the offer and agreed that we should contact Mr. Miyamoto and arrange the details. "Work with my wife," he said to me. "Keep her informed."

"Yes, sir," I said.

I offered to take them out to dinner and he declined, but the mother and daughter agreed. Nanami's little sister, Misaki, an adorable bubbly six year old, came along with us. She insisted on sitting next to me in the booth at the pizza joint, and chattered adorably, non-stop, throughout the whole meal. Mostly in Japanese, with Nanami or her mother translating as best they could, but it was still quite sweet.

As we chatted, I got the distinct impression that Mrs. Tamazaki--she insisted that I call her "Anne," having spent much of her childhood in the US and having adopted that as her name when she was here--I got the impression that she was aware that there was something "special" between Nanami and me, and that this did not seem to bother her. In fact she seemed to find it amusing. When I mentioned that Mr. Miyamoto wanted to record Nanami playing the song Sakura Sakura, because he'd heard her playing that in the park, she looked at her daughter with a certain knowing smile.

"You played 'Sakura Sakura' for Mr. Raybeck?"

Nanami's face flushed as she nodded.

"It was wonderfully beautiful," I said. "She is a spectacularly good player."

"It is one of my and my husband's favorite songs. It reminds us of when we were courting. We love to hear Nanami play it."

"How wonderful that must be for the two of you."

"I am most pleased, Mr. Raybeck--"

"Please, call my Jonathan!"

"--Jonathan--I am... my husband and I are most pleased that you have taken such a liking to our daughter," I nodded in a little bow, "and that you are taking such good care of her."

"It's my pleasure."

"I am a busy woman, you can imagine, and my husband is even busier. Nanami has so few friends. She has been so happy these last few weeks, since she has met you. We are very pleased."

Nanami was blushing hard now, sitting with her hands in her lap and looking down at the slice of pepperoni pizza cooling on her plate. I, meanwhile, sat in rather stunned silence, feeling bewildered. Is it possible that this woman is aware, or at least suspects, the depth of Nanami's and my "friendship?" And that she doesn't care, or even approves?

The Japanese are a strange lot, aren't they? Although, I must admit, my wife just orgasmed the night before fantasizing about watching me fuck Nanami, so I supposed we Americans have no room to judge...

Things move quickly in this world of ours. Much like Nanami's and my relationship so suddenly developed from a quiet friendship into an intense love affair, so too did our new relationship with Mr. Miyamoto flourish almost immediately upon our first introductions. Within a day of my contacting him after I had met with Nanami's parents, he had set up some studio time for her to record a demo. Nanami insisted that I play piano on the recording, and to my amazement, and terror, Mr. Miyamoto did not object. "Well," he said, "I guess, it's only a demo."

The recording, which consisted of me playing along on Sakura Sakura, as well as the Franck piece, and Nanami playing the Mendelssohn and the Brahms by herself, was completed only a couple of nights later.

After the recording, the three of us, Mr. Miyamoto, Nanami, and I, met Nanami's mother and her little sister for dinner at a bistro near the consulate. During dinner, Mr. Miyamoto mentioned that some important people from Sony Entertainment Music Japan are going to be in town, along with the Japanese Foreign Minister, and he was trying to set up an opportunity for Nanami to play for them.

"They will be at the Japanese consulate tomorrow night for a party," he said. "I'm hoping that the consulate will allow Nanami to play there. Would she be available, if I can schedule this?"

There were knowing smiles all around the table.

"Miyamoto-san," Nanami's mother said, "You are not aware that my husband is the Consul General."

Miyamoto's eyes went momentarily wide. "No I was unaware."

She gave him a good-natured smile. "So you see, Miyamoto-san, it will be simple for my daughter to play at the party tomorrow night."

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Quatrième Mouvement: Minuet

"Come on!" the little girl said in a whisper. I'd had a couple drinks--OK, four... five... Anyway, the party was a huge success. I'd accompanied Nanami on a couple songs, again at her insistence, and she'd played a few solo pieces, including a selection from Stravinsky's Violin Concerto in D Major, which was utterly astounding to behold. The skill this small child used to execute such a difficult work is something no one in the audience had ever even conceived of before. The attendees, including the Japanese foreign minister and the executives from Sony, were all terribly pleased and in complete agreement that Nanami should have a recording contract and a tour of Japan as soon as possible.

After her performance, we enjoyed an excellent dinner prepared by the consulate's chef, chicken in truffle cream with julienned vegetables, along with an open bar which I believe I've already mentioned I took advantage of. In fact I was having so much fun that my wife suggested that she take the kids home and I just get a cab later, a suggestion I readily accepted.

"Come ON!" Nanmi said in a whisper-shout, grabbing ahold of my hand and dragging me down in the back hallway. We'd left the party together, to "get a breath of fresh air." She knew the consulate building like only a kid could, having spent many, many hours doing nothing but exploring; and so she had led us to a little balcony where we had stood out in the beautiful warm evening, enjoying the light breeze, holding hands, kissing...

And now we were scurrying quietly down a back hallway to her bedroom.

Once there, the little girl reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. Then she started fumbling with my bow tie.

"What is this? How do I undo it?"

I laughed, and she giggled. I reached up and pulled the tie apart.

Once the tie was hanging loose, she began unbuttoning my shirt, and when it was open she slid her cool little hands inside, feeling my chest through my undershirt. As she did this I leaned down and she lifted her face to me and we kissed. I unbuttoned the shirt cuffs and she pushed the shirt over my shoulders and it fell off behind me. Then I put my hands on her back and found the zipper of her dress.

Because of tonight's affair, we were both in formalwear. On Mr. Miyamoto's advice, I had actually purchased my own tuxedo, believing that there would be many more opportunities to use it. Nanami, for her part, was wearing a beautiful dark pink patterned dress, the sort of dress that looks appropriate enough as formal wear on a young girl, but still clung to her childlike figure in a remarkably enticing way. When I first saw her in that dress upon my arrival at the party, and for every moment since, I wanted her. I wanted her so very badly.

And now here we were, in her beautiful, well appointed bedroom, a large canopy bed with flowing gossimer curtains and an adorable childish pink bedspread, with Kawaii Usagi, the fluffy white stuffed bunny rabbit I had given her as a gift a few days earlier, sitting against the pillows. I slipped her beautiful dress over her shoulders and down her thin arms and torso, and Nanami was standing before me in only a tiny white bra and an adorable pair of little panties, white with pink hearts, her beautiful dress in a disrespectful pile on the floor.

She reached down and unbuckled my belt, and I, feeling impatient now, pushed her hands aside and undid them the rest of the way and they too fell to the ground at our feet.

My cock was already fully erect, knowing as he did what pleasures were in store for him that night, and he unashamedly poked his way out of the fly in my boxer shorts, wanting to show his thick head to his little girlfriend. Nanami stepped back and sat down on the edge of her bed. I stepped towards her and she leaned down and gave the tip of my cock a little lick. She smiled at the taste of my precum, then looked up at me with her wide dark eyes and opened her mouth and took my head between her lips. The schoolgirl knew how to play the recorder now.

As much as I enjoy a blow job, especially only the second one I have ever gotten from my sweet dear Nanami-chan, I had other things in mind for the evening. You've probably already figured that out. But the child's little mouth was so warm and wonderful, I couldn't help myself, I took ahold of her beautiful dark silken hair and started pumping my hips, sliding the oh-so-sensative underside of my head against her velvet tongue. This may have been only the second time a girl had ever given head, but she was already skilled at the art; spit was flowing down my shaft, a cool hand wrapped gently around it, softly massaging, delicate fingers reaching into my boxer shorts to cradle my balls. It wasn't long before I had to step away. I wasn't going to blow my load in her mouth tonight. Not my first load at least.

I reached down and lifted her little bra off of her, and her delicate budding cherry blossoms were exposed for me again. Then I knelt in front of her and pulled her panties off. Pausing just briefly to admire the dark pubic hair that graced her reddened lips, I plunged in and began licking her, sucking her, making love to her beautiful pussy with my mouth.

After only a brief minute of kissing my favorite pussy in the whole world, I stood up. Nanami knew exactly what was going to happen. She lay down on the bed and lifted her legs in the air, spreading them open. She wrapped her hands under her thighs, reaching in and spreading her sweet delicate petals open for me.

I pulled my undershirt and boxers off in a heartbeat and then I climbed onto her little bed. She was looking up at me with big black eyes, piercing eyes, searing into my soul, as the little child gave her girlhood to me.

Our lovemaking began simply enough: Her hot lips wrapped around my cockhead and willed me inside her, and with an almost animalistic desire, I gave them what I knew they wanted; I drove it into her with something like a frenzied fury.

Sforzando.

And her hymen was torn.

She arched her back, opened her mouth, and made a painful sound, a low, quiet grunt, made more in emphatic by its understated quality. I paused then, concerned that I was hurting her. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, tears running down her cheeks.

I held myself above her, my cockhead just inside the remains of her virginity.

A rest now after the initial concaphany. A rest with a fermata.

She wiped tears from her eyes and smiled up at me.

"I'm very proud of you, Nanami," I said.

She smiled sweetly up at me and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I wiped the tear away. "You are so beautiful, Nanami-chan. You are my little woman."

"Your little woman."

"My little lover."

"Your little lover."

"You OK, Nanami-chan? Does it hurt?"

"I am OK, Jonathan-san," she said very quietly, her voice trembling.

I leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Nanami," I said.

"I love you too Jonathan-san."

And then the first movement in our Song of Love began. Adagio. Slowly, patiently, cautiously, I began to make love to the little girl, gently pulling my head back and pushing it in, a little deeper each time. Her hot lips wrapped around my shaft, sliding tight and wet with my movement. My head was now passing through the remains of her hymen with each gentle thrust. I was two inches into her, then three. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had; she was so tiny my cock could barely fit, stretching the girl open wide as he burrowed his way into her body. And she was so warm, no, she was hot, oh my god she was so hot! And she was becoming lubricated, both from precum that my cock was constantly leaking into her now, and from her own wetness, our fluids mingling together inside her, opening her and giving me complete access to the wonders of her little womanhood.

"Oh, Nanami," I whispered, "oh my little bunny rabbit!"

She smiled up at me and spread her legs a little wider. "My big mountain lion."

"I'm so proud of you," I said, my cock sliding deeper into her little pussy. "You're being so brave."

"I want to be brave for you, Jonathan-san," she whispered. "I want to be your good little bunny rabbit."

"My little baby."

She arched her head back and closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let out a little breathy moan. "Ohhhh...."

Now her hot lips were more than half-way down my shaft and there was accelerando. The first movement of our love song reached its crescendo. I felt my cockhead bump against the warm soft flesh of the back of her vagina, only four inches of my manhood inside her. She made a sound, a lovely little sound, a moan or a grunt, perhaps in part from pain, and in part from pleasure, and in part from amazement at the feeling of having something stretching her so wide and bringing to life parts of her body that she never knew existed before.

The feeling of her soft flesh, and her sweet little moan, inspired me and I pulled back more quickly and pushed in, driving in all of the way, pushing my head into the back of her vagina again. She was completely wet now and I was still leaking precum and we were mating now. Fucking. Out and in again and I thumped against her flesh deep inside her and she arched her back and opened her mouth and grunted, at the same time instinctively lifting her legs and pulling them back until her knees were against her chin, giving me complete access to the deepest part of her body. Back, and in; her vagina stretching now to accommodate me, my head burying into her soft warm flesh, five inches of me in her now. Back and in, hard; my cockhead pushing into her flesh and forcing her to accept him as deep as he could go, her hot lips wrapped around the base of my shaft and giving me a wet, sticky kiss, my balls now pressed against her ass.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she said in a loud, painful moan, her back arched and her knees against her face. The poor little girl was being fully violated now, her pussy stretched open and sopping wet, a perfect little fuck-toy for a man. I was overcome myself with instinctive, animal desires. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted to fuck her, and that is what I did.

Back, and in hard, fast and full. And thus began the second movement: Allegro. Quick and lively.

Hot, sweaty sex; little pussy gushing come, soaking my balls and my pubic hair. All the way out, only the tip of my head still inside her, feeling the sudden rush of cool air against my red-hot cock, then plunging in, all the way, the wonderful loving warmth of her vagina completely enveloping me until I was deep inside her little body, my head nestling into her soft flesh. Then back, out; then in, hard. Out, and in, my balls swinging, sticky with her cum and slapping against her little ass, over and over, beating out the rhythm of our love song.

"Ohhh, Nanami!" I shouted, on the verge now.

But I didn't want to come yet. I wanted her maiden performance to last much longer than this; there was at least one more movement to this symphony. I wanted, I needed, to play our love song for as long as I could, to fuck the little girl forever. And so, having thrust the full length of my manhood into her, I leaned over her and kissed her, pulling back more gently this time, then pushing in, even more gently. Retardando for the conclusion of this movement, slowing, and then stopping. Impaling her as deep as I possibly could, our bodies joined together in the most intimate possible way, the second movement ended. Another rest with fermata again.

"Are you OK, Nanami-san?"

She couldn't speak. She just nodded briefly.

And then I began the third act. Sweetness; dolce.

"I love you Nanami," I whispered to her.

"I love you--" I began to move inside her, pulling back gently, only a couple of inches, "--too--" then pushing my full length into her again, "--Jonathan-san."

She began to move her hips in rhythm with my motion. She smiled up at me, her pale doll-like face now reddened with sexual awakening.

Gradually, carefully, crescendo poco a poco. A quickening of the intensity of our love.

My cock was as hard as I had ever felt it before, and her pussy was flowing freely, begging me to fuck her. I could tell little pussy wanted me to do her hard, like I had been doing before. Little pussy wanted cum. Wanted her man's hot seed. But I held back; there would be time enough for that, in this, the final movement of our first love-making. For now it was only a gentle, smooth motion, legato, sliding slowly in, pulling only a few inches back, then in again. Holding her beneath me, I kissed her on the top of her head.

My pace was was now a constant, a steady beat, my balls the percussion section, slapping out the rhythm against her tiny anus, sweet and sticky with her cum. It was the pace of an experienced lover showing a little girl how a man can fuck, how he can keep himself inside her just below the threshold of orgasm for as long as he wants. How she is his toy, how her pussy is his to enjoy until he is ready to unload. Everything was wet now, soaking wet--my cock, my balls, my pubic hair; her thighs, her ass, the adorable pink bedspread underneath us. I was laying down on her entirely, holding the little thing underneath me. She was so tiny, so young and fragile, just a little girl. I couldn't believe I was so lucky to be fucking her right then. I slid in gently, all the way into her, then pulled back, and slid in gently again, my head bumping softly into the furthest reaches of her little immature preteen vagina.

I could tell that Nanami was exhausted now, that she needed me to finish and get out of her and off of her. And so I began the final march; grandioso, vigoroso. Full, broad strokes, not faster but with great intensity now; all the way out until her hot lips were kissing the tip of my cock, then all the way in until they were wet against my balls.

My hardness and her wetness in a beautiful dance.

She was grunting underneath me, moaning, pain and pleasure and love and endurance as only a girl, as only a woman, can know. And I was starting to breathe hard now. I was on the edge of paradise.

"Nanami," I whispered, "I'm going to come."

She wrapped her thin legs around me, and her thin arms, holding me into her. "Come inside me, Jonathan-san," she whispered back.

"Oh Nanami-chan, I love you!"

"I love you too Jonathan-san!"

And then my cum surged out of me, firing from deep inside me and down my cock and into my beautiful love, a long, sustained surge, filling her little vagina full, and then another, and another. It seemed like I would never stop orgasming and coming. Over and over, orgasming, coming!

When I finally stopped firing seed inside her, I lay on top of her, catching my breath. I knew I was smothering the poor girl and I needed to get off of her, but I didn't want to leave her yet; my cock was still twitching, he most certainly didn't want to be done yet. But finally he finished, and I climbed off of her, and lay down next to her on the bed.

When I lay down, Nanami just climbed right on top of me like a little monkey. Splayed her tiny naked body on top of mine and pressed her lips into mine and we just lay there like that, naked together, as close as we could ever be, and kissed.

After what must have been an eternity, I finally broke our wonderful kiss. "We should her clean you up a bit," I told her.

"Yes," she said in her little voice, "I am quite messy." She gave me a little smile and slid off of me.

There was a little bathroom attached to her bedroom, so I went into there and soaked a washcloth with warm water. When I returned to the bed, she lay with her legs open, her sex red and painfully inflamed. I carefully, gently, cleaned her, wiping our cum and a little blood from her vagina and her bottom and her thighs.

"My turn," she said when I finished, "I clean you now."

Nanami-chan took the washcloth from me and climbed slowly off the bed, and I watched her lithe little naked body as she walked with some apparent tenderness to the bathroom. She returned with the washcloth newly rinsed, and I lay with my legs open and she settled down between them and cleaned my balls with the warm cloth. Then she leaned into my cock.

"I clean with my tongue, yes?"

"Oh, Nanami," I groaned as she started licking my now-limp penis. She licked, and licked, cleaning off cum and blood, even licking my pubic hair and my thighs and my bottom, cleaning me thoroughly with her soft little tongue. And as she licked, my cock began to grow.

"Jonathan-san is getting hard again," she said with a little bit of teasing in her sweet little voice.

"Yes..." I whispered, breathlessly.

"I will give you a blow job now, yes?"

"Oh, Nanami," I groaned again as she took my cockhead into her warm little mouth.

She began stroking on my cock with her tiny, cool hand, as she suckled gently on my head.

And then, there was a loud rapping on her bedroom door.

She pulled off of my cock and looked up at me, wide-eyed. I grabbed a bedsheet and tried to cover myself as best I could, and she sat up and said something loudly in Japanese towards the door.

A voice on the other side of the door--I recognized it as her mother's--responded. Nanami answered, and the voice said something more, and then there was the blessed sound of footfalls walking away from the door.

"Is my mother," she whispered softly after a pause.

I nodded, my heart still thumping hard in my chest.

"She ask if I am OK. I tell her yes, I am going to sleep, she say, 'Goodnight then dear,' and she leave."

"Well... I was really scared for a moment there!"

She nodded. "Me too!" Then she gave a little smile. "Now," she said, wrapping cool little fingers around my cock again, "I finish."

And then the little eleven year old, my little sweetheart lolita, gave me an orgasm with her mouth, sucking and stroking until I came.

"Ohhhh! Swallow it my lover! Please?!?"

And she swallowed it, all of it, gulping down each shot as they surged into her mouth.

We lay together after, she on her side, me spooning against her, holding her little body against mine.

"I should probably be going soon, Nanami," I whispered later, after we had cuddling together for some time.

She sighed, a beautiful little sound.

"I want to give you an orgasm before I leave," I said softly to her. "I want to kiss your pussy."

She turned her beautiful child-like face towards mine. "I am fine, Jonathan-san. But you? You need more sex?" It was true, I had once again become hard, which she certainly noticed against her bottom. Something about being with little Nanami-chan was inspiring my little trooper to new heights of arousal.

"I would love to, Nanami, but aren't you too tired and sore?"

She lifted her leg and reached down with both hands, one spreading her lips open, the other guiding me into her.

"I am your little woman now," she said, squinting her eyes shut as my cock slid inside her lips. "You fuck me whenever you want."

I kissed her on the top of her head as I started cautiously sliding my cock in and out of her child's sex again. She wasn't well lubricated now, and I could tell from the look on her face that this was hurting her, or at least causing her discomfort. I probably should have done the gentlemanly thing and ended it then, but once I was inside that wonderful tight little pussy there was little chance that I would stop. Instead I slid myself in between her legs, taking a better position somewhat above her as she lay on her side. I reached a hand down and found her clitoris and began gently rubbing it as I started fucking her. And thus began Opus 2: Nanami's Second Time.

This was not nearly as involved as the first time; I of course enjoyed immensely her tight little girl-puss, hot and wet and getting hotter and wetter, but I didn't want to spend too much time, I knew she was sore and needed to get to sleep. But, wonderfully, she responded to my rubbing of her clit with something approaching enthusiasm, her breath getting labored, exhaling in tandem with the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of her. After thirty seconds, the breath started turning into moans, and then her legs started shaking, and I knew she was close to orgasm and I wanted to come with her and I started fucking little pussy just as hard as I could, harder than I ever had, her hot sticky lips sliding rapidly up and down my shaft, my cockhead plunging over and over into the back of her vagina.

Her moans became high-pitched, sweet breathless little sounds, and her body started to shake, and little Nanami was coming. Oh, come, Nanami! Come for me! And then my cum surged from inside me again and I filled her little vagina, pump after pump of semen inside the little girl. As I came, she came; we came together.

When we finished, when our bodies finally stopped shaking and shimmering, I held her close to me and kissed her.

"I'm gonna get dressed now, Nanami-chan."

She nodded. "I will miss you, Jonathan-san."

"I will miss you too, my little love."

She smiled at me, and we kissed one last time.

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Cinquième Mouvement: Fantasia

The whirlwind of the world is a tempest, tossing time-weary lovers apart, across oceans, over mountains.

Within a week of the party, Sony had drawn up a contract for Nanami which included a recording of her, as well as several too-be-determined performance dates in Japan. While I hired a very expensive entertainment lawyer to negotiate the specifics, Nanami flew back to her home in Japan, where she stayed with her grandmother and worked with her violin instructor, a Mr. Yomata. We Skyped as much as we could, but the time zone difference and her rigorous schedule was very challenging for us. She disliked Mr. Yomata, I could tell, although the sweet child would never say this outright.

While in Japan, she recorded Sakura Sakura, with a professional pianist of course, despite her sweet insistence that I should be her accompanist on the song. And she recorded other duets with piano, as well as several pieces with a chamber ensemble and two with full orchestra. The whole thing represented a huge outlay of money on all of our parts--mine, the Tamazakis, and Sony.

The recording was a masterpiece. Was there ever any doubt? And Sony Entertainment Music Japan quickly arraigned for tour dates. By now, the summer had sadly come to an end and Nanami returned state-side and started school. I saw very little of her, both during that final month of her summer while she was in Japan, working with her instructor and making the recording, and now that she was here again but attending school.

Meanwhile, Mr. Yomata arraigned for a local instructor of international repute, known for preparing young performers for solo careers, to work with Nanami three days a week after school. When her mother called me, expressing concern that her schedule did not allow her to drive Nanami from school to the tutoring sessions and that Nanami had asked if I might be able to help, I of course jumped at the opportunity. It would mean having to juggle my work schedule a bit, but the opportunity to hear Nanami playing while she was with the tutor, and of course also just the opportunity to get to be with my sweet lover every once in a while, was something I could not possibly pass up.

I stood anxiously in the school parking lot on the day of her first tutoring session, leaning against my car. This would be the first time that we had been alone for more than a couple of minutes since we made love after her performance at the consulate. I watched intently as middle schoolers streamed out of the building, all of them dressed in blue tartan skirts and white blouses, the uniform of the private school her parents had elected to send her to. Finally I saw her emerge, big dark eyes scanning the scene in front of her. My heart leapt at the sight of the beautiful sixth grader, then leapt even more when those eyes lighted upon me and her face lit up with an enormous smile and she started running toward me.

She practically tackled me in what was as close to a bear hug as her tiny figure could administer, burying her face into my chest.

"Jonathan-san!" she yelled, her voice muffled against me.

"Nanami-chan!"

As we drove to the tutoring session, Nanami chattered away about school, mostly in response to my questions. Yes, there were many nice girls, yes her teachers were nice, yes her classes were good and she was most excited about English and Math, yes lunch was good...

The woman who was to be Nanami's tutor seemed to be nice enough, small and gray-haired, stern but also kind in a way. She seemed quite impressed with Nanami's skill. I, personally, was in heaven sitting in the back of the auditorium where they rehearsed, eyes closed as I listened to the beautiful girl play her instrument with such carefree love.

When we left the music hall after the tutoring session was finished, I asked Nanami if she wanted to stop at my favorite Mexican restaurant for some tamales in celebration of her first session with the tutor. "We can get them to go," I said, "and take some back to my family, and you can eat with us. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please!" Nanami enthused.

At my house, after Nanami and my children had inhaled their tamales, they begged her to give them a concert. I played piano on a couple of songs with her and, as you can imagine I was in absolute paradise for those few minutes.

Then it was time to take her home.

"Jonathan-san, you should not take me to the consulate right away," she said as we left my house. "We haven't been alone in so long! Is there somewhere we can go? To..." Her little face blushed. "To be alone? To talk?"

I pulled the car into an empty lot at a nearby park, and as soon as we had come to a stop, Nanami was climbing onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"Nanami," I said after fifteen minutes of tongues flirting in her mouth and sex grinding against each other through our clothes, "I've missed kissing you so much!"

"I have missed kissing you too, Jonathan-san," she said, climbing back off my lap. "And I have missed other things..."

Then the little sixth grade schoolgirl reached over and unzipped my pants. Her tiny, cool fingers fished inside my boxers and pulled my engorged cock out, and then my sweet Nanami leaned over and took my head into her mouth. She sucked and stroked, sucked and stroked, her lips so delicate, her tongue so warm, reaching her little free hand into my fly and cradling my balls.

"Oh Nanami! Oh my little love!"

My orgasm began, and a huge shot of my warm cream fired into her little mouth. As the second shot was building to its crescendo, I felt her swallow; and as she swallowed, I lifted my hips and pushed down on her head and it wasn't just come that my lover took down her throat this time. My head went right into her tight little throat just as my second shot fired out. It wasn't intentional on my part; I hadn't meant to force myself into her throat, I was just in the throes of orgasm and I pushed into her at the same time that she swallowed, and in I went.

Nanami made a sweet little gurgling sound, and I pushed even further into her, holding her in place with her nose now up against the fly of my pants, as my cock erupted in excited spasms, encased in her tiny, tight throat and firing my seed directly into her. Directly into her stomach.

I let go of her as she pulled back, but she's such a little trooper that she kept my head in her mouth and took the final few shots. Then she sat up, her dark eyes twinkling, and opened her mouth, showing me the little pool of cum on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened her mouth again to show me that she had drank it all.

"Nanami," I said in between kisses the next time I picked her up after school. We were parked in the same parking lot. "Do you remember what we did the last time? How you took me into your throat?"

The sweet little schoolgirl smiled at me. "Yes, I remember, Jonathan-san." Her eyes were twinkling. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"And you would like me to do it again, wouldn't you?" she said with a big smile.

I smiled back at her. "Well..."

Nanami was already unzipping my pants.

I had my hands on the top of her head again as she took my cock into her tiny warm mouth. "OK, now, just take a deep breath and swallow at the same time as I push myself in, OK?"

She nodded. I heard her taking in a deep breath through her nose, felt her swallowing, pushed up with my hips and down on her head with my hands, and my cock slid into her excruciatingly tight little throat. And Nanami was my little throat-job girl again.

I started pumping my hips, holding the girl place with my hands on her head. The little sweetheart did a fine job, I must say, her throat was tight around my head, slick and slippery and warm as I slid in and out. I was quickly on the verge of orgasm when the young girl couldn't take any more and had to pull away. Just as my cock left her mouth, the first shot of come spurted out of me, splashing against her beautiful face. She instantly opened her mouth and went back down, wrapping her lips around my head and swallowing the rest of my come.

"Nanami," I said as I cradled her against me, "you're my little throat job girl now."

She grinned as she looked up at me with her dark twinkling eyes. "Nanami-chan is Jonathan-san's little throat job girl now!"

The auditorium where Nanami rehearsed with her tutor was a small place, but had fine acoustics and it was a great pleasure to listen to her play. This day, however, I was not the only person enjoying the performance. Mr. Miyamoto was there, along with several other representatives from Sony. After the rehearsal, they took us to dinner at a nice Japanese restaurant. I'm afraid Nanami would have preferred tamales, but I certainly enjoyed it. Mr. Miyamoto told us that her CD was expected to be released in the next two weeks and they were nearly complete with plans to schedule her first professional performance in Japan with the Tokyo Philharmonic. They were expecting a favorable review in the Yomiuri Shimbun newspaper, and the executives with Sony Entertainment Music Japan were quite optimistic that Nanami would be a spectacular hit. I could tell from the look on his face that this was the biggest thing that had ever happened in Mr. Miyamato's career.

After dinner, Nanami and I drove out of our way to our favorite park again, "to talk" as she liked to put it. And we did talk. She talked about how excited she was to return to Japan to play, and she asked if I was going to come and see her. "Maybe my parents could pay?" she said, "or maybe Sony? I mean, if you can't afford it."

"Nanami-chan," I said, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. And of course I can afford it."

"Yay! I love you Jonathan-san!" She wrapped her arms around me.

"I love you too Nanami!"

And then the sweet little girl climbed up onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me and she began grinding her sex into mine. As we kissed, I slipped my hands up her skirt and under her panties, onto the soft warm flesh of her tiny little bottom.

"Nanami " I whispered to her, "would you like to make love?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, Jonathan-san, I would like to make love."

I slid the driver's seat back as far as it could go, and leaned it back as far as possible and my beautiful little lover sat up on her knees above me and reached under her skirt and started slipping her panties down. She pulled her panties off of one leg, leaving them ringed around the knee of the other leg, and at the same time I reached down and unzipped my fly and pulled my penis out.

Nanami-chan reached around her back and grasped my cock, directing it to her pussy and opening her lips with the fingers of her other hand. My cockhead pushed into her hot little lips and she sat down, pushing herself onto me. She was still a bit dry, so I lifted her by her hips, then pushed her back down.

"I love you Nanami," I told her.

She smiled sweetly, her eyes just tiny little slits, and began to make love to me. She was wet now, wet and hot, bouncing up and down on me, tight slick lips sliding along my cock, girl-cum flowing down onto my balls.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, holding the little minx tight while she rode me.

At that moment I saw a person walking along the parking lot.

"Shit!" I said, grabbing her hard. "There's a woman there!"

Nanami swung her head around and looked. "Oh! A lady walking her dog!"

"Yeah!" I lay down completely on the car seat and Nanami lay down on top of me, making herself as small as possible. We were still and silent for a moment, and then we both started giggling.

Nanami lifted her head a bit and peered out the window.

"Is she still there?" I asked.

She started moving her hips, sliding her tight little wet lips up and down my cock again. "Yes."

"Nanami..."

"Will she look?" she asked with bright twinkling eyes.

"We should..." The excitement of the moment was starting to get to me... "...I"m gonna..."

"She does not look, Jonathan-san." She had a big smile on her face.

"Nanami!"

"Shhh, Jonathan-san, come inside Nanami-chan, but quiet!"

"Nanami!" I whisper-shouted, "I'm coming!"

"I know, Jonathan-san!" she said, laughing out loud as she continued to slide her wet lips up and down my cock, my tingling cockhead burrowing inside her. "And if you are not quiet that woman walking her dog will know, too!"

"Oh, baby!" I said as my cum started firing down my cock.

Nanami put her hand over my mouth, smiling broadly as her little eleven year old pussy milked every drop of my cum. She lay down on me when I finished, my cock still twitching inside her. She peeked over the window.

"She is leaving, she did not see."

"Well, that's good!"

Nanami smiled and climbed off of me. She slipped her panties off her leg, sitting down in the passenger seat now, and spread open, looking down and wiping at her pussy with her underwear.

"I am messy," she said.

"You are."

She looked up at me, grinning. "You are messy, you make a mess, when we make love."

"I am, I do. I'm sorry."

She looked down at her sex again, then reached down and caught a little glob of cum on her finger as it leaked out. She lifted the finger and showed it to me. "It is OK. I like your messy." She lifted the finger to her mouth and licked my cream off of it. I made a sort of grunting sound. "You like that?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

She reached down again and, with two fingers this time, lapped up some more of my cum, lifting it to her mouth. "I like to taste you, after you have been inside me."

"Oh Nanami..."

She leaned over to me. "I clean your cock now? With my tongue?"

And she did, licking it all over with her warm little tongue. I was half-way to hard again when she finished.

I stood leaning against the car again as I waited, watching all the pretty schoolgirls steaming out of the front door of Nanami's school, then seeing my beautiful lover with her big dark eyes scanning until she saw me and her face lit up with a wonderful smile and she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me.

After the rehearsal we grabbed some tamales and ate them at the park, watching a man play an extravagant game of catch with his Golden Retriever, throwing the ball as far as he could, the dog bounding after it and trying to catch it in his mouth while it was still in the air.

We talked while we finished the tamales, about school and music and what it will be like for her, and for me, when we traveled to Japan. I kept hoping that the man playing with his dog would leave, so that Nanami and I could go back to the car and make love, but it soon became clear that the man was having too much fun with his bounding jumping dog and I would have to settle for a good night kiss when I drop her off. Which, all things considered, was quite a wonderful thing to settle for, if you ask me.

"Well, I suppose we ought to be heading out soon," I said, trying rather ineffectually to mask my disappointment.

Nanami looked at me and grinned. "Jonathan-san," she said, "you want sex, don't you?"

"Nanami! How could you say that?"

The little girl giggled. "Because I know my Jonathan-san so well."

"You are so wrong!" I said to her with a big smile. "I only want to be with you, to talk with you, you know that! Besides, it doesn't matter anyway, this guy with his dog he is never going to leave."

Nanami looked at the man and his dog, with her little lips pursed tightly, then she looked at me and gave a little smile. "Jonathan-san," she said, "I could give you a blowjob in your car if you want."

"But, Nanami, this man..."

She smiled. "He will not notice. Besides, what would it matter if he did?"

I think I stared at her for at least 15 seconds with my mouth agape, before she finally jumped up from the picnic table and grabbed my hand and pulled me, skipping and giggling, to back to my car.

The girl was so bubbly, so effervescent, that it was inevitable that she would attract the attention of the man who was playing catch with his dog. When he looked up to see who it was that was skipping and giggling so loudly, I saw a little smile on his face. Nanami's joyfulness is always contagious.

Nonetheless the fact that he took notice of us made me feel a little nervous but he seemed to not pay any further attention, just went back to playing with his dog as we climbed into the car. In an instant Nanami was unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out and leaning over and giving me head.

I watched the man through the car window the entire time that she sucked me. The man seemed to not pay any more attention at all, although I was moaning like a dying man when she swallowed my head into her warm, tight throat, only for a brief moment.

She stared up at me with her bright dark twinkling eyes as she sucked, and she could see that I was looking at the man. She pulled off.

"Is he watching?" She kissed the tip of my head after she asked the question.

"No," I said, my breath labored.

"Oh, too bad," she said, kissing my cock again. "He would like it." She took my head into her mouth and sucked it, once, pulling off.

"I..." my heart was pounding now. "I suppose he would..."

She sucked my head again. "He would be jealous of you," she said, "because of your big cock and your little girl." She sucked and pulled off again.

"Yeah... I think... he would..."

"Does Jonathan-san want to come? In my mouth?"

"Yes..."

She sucked my head again and pulled off, looking up at me and grinning wide. "Do you want me to drink it?"

"Yes!"

"I love to drink your cum, Jonathan-san." She covered my aching head in her warm lips again.

"Oh Nanami!" I shouted. Somehow the little vixen had managed to get me off, with just her little sucks on my head, and my cum was firing down my shaft.

She wrapped her lips around my head and took my whole load, gently stroking my shaft as I came.

When I was finished, she sat up and looked at me. "'o you 'ant to 'ee, 'efore I 'ollow?"

"Yes!" I said breathlessly.

She opened her mouth wide to show me the pool of cum in her mouth. "'ere is so 'uch!" she said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

She closed her mouth and grimaced, her eyes shut, as she swallowed it down.

"You are very good to me, Johnathan-san. You feed me with your cum."

"You are such a sweet little lover, Nanami," I said to her, stroking her dark hair.

"It is my favorite thing in the world, to have your cum in my belly."

Next time, tamales again. I swear I was going to get fat from tamales if we kept meeting this way. The same man was at the park again, this time with his son, a boy who was a bit older than Nanami and who clearly took a certain interest in her. He came over and introduced himself while we ate our dinner.

"Hi! I am Henry, what's your name?" he said to Nanami.

"I am Nanami," she replied, "and this is Jonathan-san."

"Pleased to meet you, Henry," I said.

"Whatcha eatin'?" he asked Nanami.

"Tamales," she answered, with a little hint if pride at knowing how to say the word correctly now.

"Oh, cool. Hey, you go to St. Anne's, doncha?"

"Yes?" she answered, sounding a bit confused.

"I can tell from your uniform," he said. "My cousin went there."

"Oh," Nanami responded.

"Not any more though, she's a junior now," the boy said. "What grade are you in?"

"I am in sixth grade."

"Oh, cool," he said. "I'm in eight grade, I go to St. Michael's. You know that school?"

"No I do not."

"Oh." Their dog came bounding up at this point, a slobber-covered ball in his mouth, dropping it at the boy's feet. He picked it up and threw it down the hill towards his dad, and the dog went bounding after it.

"What's your dog's name?" I asked him.

"Ruckus," the boy replied. "Because he raises one, sometimes."

I laughed, but Nanami looked confused. "What means 'Ruckus?'" she asked me.

The boy answered. "You know, like a bunch of noise."

"Oh," Nanami replied.

"Hey, you're not from here, are you?" He said.

"No, I am from Japan."

"Oh, cool, I love Japan!" he said.

Nanami giggled in a most endearingly sweet way, an the boy blushed. "I mean... just..."

"Henry!" his dad called, interrupting him mid-stutter. "Come on and let those people finish their dinner!"

"Gotta run," the boy said sheepishly to Nanami.

"Well, looks like someone has a crush on you!" I said to her after the boy had left. Her face got red as she took the last bite of her tamales. "I'm feeling a bit jealous."

She had a little smile on her soft beautiful face. "Jealous?" She had gotten up from the table and was carrying our plates to the garbage can nearby.

"Well, he's cute, and he's more your age than I am." She'd thrown away the plates and came back and I had spun to the side on the bench and reached out and took her tiny body in my arms.

She climbed onto my lap. "I love only Jonathan-san," she said, kissing me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the boy looking up the hill at us.

"Let's go and find another place where we can be alone and you can show me how much you love me," I said to her.

"You want sex again, Onii-san! You are horny!" She grinned at me. "We can do it here. In the car."

"But..."

"They will not look, and if they do, what does matter?"

I smiled perhaps a bit lecherously at her. It was becoming clear to me that little Nanami had an exhibitionist streak in her. Of course it was terribly dangerous for us to do this, but terribly exciting, too.

As we walked to the car, Nanami slipped her panties off from under her little pleated schoolgirl skirt. I couldn't bring myself to look to see if the boy was watching, but I could feel his eyes on us, even as Nanami was pulling off her panties.

Once in the car, I leaned the seat back as far as it would go, fished my cock out, and then Nanami climbed onto my lap. The little girl was already open and soaking wet, and my cock easily slipped into her. She laid down on me and began to rock, and we made love there in the parking lot in the afternoon sun.

As she slid my cock in and out of her little pussy, I put my hands on her chest and started squeezing her little baby breasts. She sat up with a smile and begin unbuttoning her blouse.

"Nanami," I whispered, "where is that boy? And his father?"

She looked out the window. "They are down at the bottom of the hill, playing catch."

"Good!" I said. Then I reached up and flipped her little bra above her adorable buds. I began softly squeezing her pale cherry-blossom pink nipples, and she closed her eyes and let out the sweetest little moan as she continued to rock up and down on my cock.

Eventually she laid down on me again, pussy sliding back-and-forth on my cock, wetness flowing out of her and onto my balls and my pubic hair. I raised my head a little bit and peaked out the window, and I saw the boy, Henry, standing by the picnic table looking at our car.

"Oh my God, Nanami!" I whispered hoarsely, "he's watching!"

She sat up and looked out the window at the boy. A big grin passed across her face as she continued to rock on me, and she waved at the boy, who stood there stunned for a moment, staring at Nanami's bare chest, and then lifted his hand and waved back.

"Where's his dad?" I asked her in a breathless whisper.

She looked around for a moment. "He is still down the hill, playing with the dog," she answered. "It is OK if the boy watches us, yes? He wants to watch."

"Nanami..." I said, starting to get a little breathless, feeling her pussy suddenly gushing come on to my balls.

She smiled. "Jonathan-san is going to come, aren't you?"

"Nanami!" I said loudly, almost a shout.

The little girl was smiling broadly now. "Quiet, Jonathan-san! The boy will hear!" She put her hand over my mouth then turned and looked at the boy and smiled.

At that moment I exploded. I felt my cum surge from deep inside me and fire down my cock into Nanami's tiny little vagina. I filled the little girl with cream while the boy stood there watching. She sat on me, red-faced, breathing hard and smiling broadly, letting my cock slowly deflate inside her. Then she leaned down and gave me a big kiss and climbed off my lap.

I sat up and pulled the seat into position and started the car as Nanami sat in the passenger seat, reaching between her legs and lapping up some of my cum with her fingers as it oozed out of her pussy. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

"Wait, Jonathan-san," she said. "First I must clean your cock with my tongue!"

"Nanami, the boy is watching!"

"He will like it, yes?" She said with a wonderful twinkle in her big, dark eyes. Then she leaned over and took the entirety of my limp cock into her mouth, cleaning it off, then sat up and stuffed it back into my fly.

As I pulled the car out of the parking lot I saw the boy standing there, gape-mouthed. Nanami gave him a little wave goodbye, and he raised his hand just slightly and waved as well.

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Sixième Mouvement: Trio Scherzo

Monday began a crazy week, for Nanami in particular but for me was well. It was the last day of rehearsal with her tutor, and in two days, Nanami would be in Japan, rehearsing for the first time with the Tokyo Philharmonic. Thursday and Friday included a closed performance for media as well as several performances for schoolchildren. And then, a public performance with the Philharmonic, Nanami's triumphant "coming out" party, on Saturday evening. The public performance was already sold out, and it was rumored that both the Prime Minister and Emperor Akihito and his wife would be in attendance.

Rehearsal with her tutor was long though not particularly rigorous; the session reminded me more of a professional basketball coach, or a spiritual mentor, discussing techniques to prepare for a performance. I got the feeling that Nanami was somewhat bored by the conversation. That she was humoring her tutor more than she really needed the guidance. As I watched her sitting on the stage, politely listening to the advice that the elderly woman provided, I couldn't help but smile. Nanami may be a tiny girl, not much past four feet tall, and nowhere near 100 pounds. In many respects it seems, particularly at first acquaintance, that her most obvious character trait is her humility. This can lead one to easily conclude that she is a shy, introverted child who would wilt in fright upon taking the stage in front of the Prime Minister, the Emperor, and several thousand other people. But I imagine it is obvious to you, dear reader, as it certainly was to me by this point, that what the remarkable Nanami-chan lacked in stature, she more than made up for in self-confidence. That her humility was more of a cultural affectation, a common and nurtured performance among Japanese girls, that we westerners have a tendency to misinterpret as a sign of weakness. I had no doubt at all that Nanami would take that stage in front of all those important people with no fear whatsoever. Strong, proud, ready to demonstrate her unimaginable skill to the Prime Minister and the Emperor and the entire world. She would be nervous, of course, but she would channel that nervousness into power and success.

That is my Nanami-chan. That is why I love her so.

It was fairly late when we pulled up to the park with our tamales. Nanami was her usual bubbly self, even more bubbly today than usual, as we discussed our plans for the upcoming weekend. Her mother had called me earlier, nearly in tears, confessing that her schedule did not permit her to be with Nanami during the entire week, that she and her husband would be there for the Saturday evening performance but the rest of the week was completely out of her reach. She had told Nanami that despite the expense, she would ask Mr. Yomata, her Japanese violin instructor, to be with her in Tokyo, but this plan did not sit well with the girl. I, of course, more than happily volunteered to travel with Nanami to Tokyo.

When I told my wife of the plans, she looked at me slant-eyed.

"You should come with us," I ventured. "We can enjoy Tokyo together, with a native as our guide!" It was an offer that, while less than genuine, at least calmed her suspicion somewhat, or perhaps I should say diminished her moral high ground on the point.

"There's no way I can get the time off from work," she said. "You go, it's OK. Your little girlfriend needs you I am sure."

"I know you want to see her performance on Saturday, though, right?"

"I would love to be there if you'll have me," she answered.

"Of course you should be there! I will book you a plane ticket for Saturday, OK?"

So now, Nanami and I sat at the picnic table eating tamales, Nanami effervescently telling me all about the things we will do while we were in Tokyo.

"We will eat sushi. Do you like sushi? And soba. Do you like soba? And mochi! Do you like mochi? And then we go to Harajuku and the Imperial Palace and..."

Suddenly Ruckus, the dog, came loping excitedly to our table, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out. Nanami let out a sweet peal of laughter and swung herself around on the picnic table bench to greet the newcomer, who immediately jumped up to lick her face.

"Down!" we heard Henry, the boy from the other day, hollering. "Sorry!" he said, running up to join the little scene. "I tried to..."

"It is fine, we like Ruckus, don't we Jonathan-san?" Nanami giggled.

"Of course, he is the dog of the world," I said, reaching out to scratch the friendly mutt on the nose.

"Com'ere Ruckus!" Henry said, showing the dog the ball that he had in his hand. But Ruckus was far too interested in greeting Nanami and me, and possibly getting his mouth on some tamales, to pay the boy any attention at all.

"He never listens to me," Henry said. "I wish my dad was here, he always does what my dad tells him to do."

"No dad today?" I asked.

"He's working. So mom told me to bring Ruckus down here to play."

After slobbering greetings, the dog finally turned his attention to the ball in Henry's hand. Henry threw it down the hill and Ruckus went charging after it.

"Well, see ya, I better go play with him," the boy said, and he ran off down the hill after his dog.

We watched the two of them playing down at the bottom of the hill while we finished our dinner, Nanami still bubbling to me about all the things we would do together in Tokyo. I occasionally had to remind her that we would only be there for a few days, and she would be very busy during that time.

"We go back, then!" she responded defiantly with a big smile and a twinkle in her dark eyes.

I had to laugh. "Of course, we go back!"

"Yay!" she said, lifting both arms in the air.

"So, I suppose I should get you home soon?"

"No!" she said, big eyes looking up imploringly. "This is our last night of dinner in the park. Let us stay! Let us go for a walk, OK?"

"That's a great idea! A walk in the woods!"

"Yes!"

The sun was already slowly settling down for the evening, long shadows making for a spooky walk, when we got to the woods. It wasn't long before we came upon a nice little grassy clearing amongst the trees and we lay down together. Both of us knew what we wanted to do. There really wasn't any question.

Schoolgirl skirt up to her waist, panties down around an ankle, shirt pulled up over tiny bra; my trousers at my knees, me on top of her, in between her legs, making love. Making sweet love to my Nanami there in the green grassy glen in the woods.

I suppose you can guess what happened next. We were barely a minute into the intimate act when a dog came hightailing through the underbrush to say hello to his two favorite fans and find out what we were up to. And of course Henry was following his dog directly.

"Um," I said, not sure whether it would be better to jump off and pull up my pants, or just lay there in my current compromised position. It really hardly made any difference. "Hello, Henry."

"Oh. Uhhh..."

Nanami leaned her head back to look at the boy upside down. "Hi, Henry!" she said in her usual cheerful voice, as if there she had no concern at all for the fact that he was just standing there gape-mouthed watching us while we fucked.

"Uhh... Hi..."

I pulled out of the girl and started to get up, having concluded that the day's festivities were over, but Nanami wrapped her legs around me and looked up at me with her big dark eyes.

"Don't stop," she said, reaching down to pull me into her again. "Henry likes to watch us"--she leaned her head back, looking at the boy-- "don't you, Henry?"

"Uhh..."

It was too late. I was already inside the girl's hot little pussy again, and I certainly wasn't going to stop now. Henry just stood there mutely, watching the two of us fuck, while Ruckus sniffed at our activities.

A minute later, I was feeling awfully turned on by what was happening, and I noticed that Henry was touching his crotch while he watched us and I knew the kid was wishing he could be masturbating right then. I felt a little sorry for him, and that gave me an idea.

"Nanami," I said quietly to the little girl, "I think Henry wants to jack off."

Nanami giggled, then leaned her head back and looked at the boy. He quickly took his hands away from his crotch, his face bright red.

Nanami gave him a friendly smile. "It is OK, Henry, if you want to jack off while you watch us."

"Um..." The boys face got even redder.

"He's too embarrassed, Nanami," I said softly to her. "Maybe you should offer to help him?"

"Do you think I should?" my little red-faced lover asked me.

"I think he'd love it!"

"OK!"

Working quickly, I easily lifted her tiny little body from the ground and flipped us over so that she was on top. "You should take your shirt off so he doesn't get any cum on your clothes."

Nanami quickly tore her shirt off, and then to my surprise, and to Henry's great joy no doubt, the little girl pulled her bra off as well and the dainty sweetheart was topless, little budding breasts barely moving at all as she began to grind on top of me.

"Come on over here, Henry," I said to the boy. I think he'd just figured out what was going on, and, with appropriate shyness along with a strong sense of enthusiasm, came over to us.

Without any prodding from me, Nanami reached over and started unbuttoning the boy's pants. She pulled them down and they were at his ankles, and she pulled his underwear down as well. His hard-on popped out, long and thin. Even though he wasn't particularly big, I could tell from the twinkling in Nanami's eye that she enjoyed the sight. She wrapped her sweet little fingers around his cock, and then she began stroking him and she increased the rhythm of her grinding, hopping up and down excitedly on my cock.

"You should use your mouth, Nanami," I said to the girl. "I bet he's never had a blowjob before."

The little girl looked up at the boy with her big dark eyes. "Do you want me to?" she asked him. As if he was going to say no!

It was obvious that Henry couldn't even form words at this point. All he did was nod. Nanami pulled on his cock, bringing him towards her, opened her sweet little mouth, and took his head in.

And so little Nanami worked her wonderful magic on two cocks that late afternoon, one in her hot little pussy, the other in her hot little mouth. While she rode me, the sweet minx stroked gently on Henry's shaft and fondled his ballsack with her other hand. It did not take long for the poor kid to get off; his face was bright red, both with sexual excitement and most likely a little embarrassment, as he began to shoot his load into beautiful Nanami's sweet little mouth.

When he'd finished, the girl looked down at me, riding me hard now, The boy's cum was drooling out of her mouth and down her chin. "'ere's 'ots!" she said, gurgling as she spoke. "'ould I 'ink it?"

"Of course!" I said to the girl. "But show him first!"

She turned to Henry, the poor kid's cock already deflating, and opened her mouth so he could see his cream pooled on her tongue. More of the boy's cum dripped down her chin. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed.

The boy just stood there, wide-eyed, while Nanami giggled, and then wiped his cum off her chin.

"Did ya like that, Henry?" I asked him.

The boy just nodded.

"Her mouth is good," I said to the kid. "But I get her pussy."

I lifted Nanami-chan into the air and flipped her over on her back, and I finished inside the little cum-loving tart, filling her with my seed while the boy stood there, gape-mouthed and wide-eyed, watching me fuck the woman-child.

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Finale

Nanami-chan clung tightly to my hand as the engines roared and the wheels of the airplane, first the front wheels, then the rear, lifted off of the ground and we were airborne. Shortly we could see the Pacific out our window, and this would be our only sight, the ocean and the clouds, for the next eleven hours. Soon Nanami was covered in a blanket and snuggled up against my shoulder, staring out the window with me, daydreaming of playing her wonderful music in the grandest hall in all of Tokyo. We snuggled through the entire flight, which was quite a wonderful thing for me, and played card games and watched a couple of movies. I tried to encourage Nanami to sleep, even though it was a daytime flight, knowing that we would lose many hours in the travel and she would need be well-rested for her rehearsal with the Philharmonic. And the sweet thing did eventually get some sleep.

Once in Toyko, we were whisked away from the airport by a limousine provided by Sony Entertainment Music Japan to the Bunkamura. I myself was terribly nervous; we hardly had any time to spare as it was, and our flight was late on arrival in Tokyo. Nanami, on the other hand, was a vision of coolness. You could hardly believe that she was going to rehearse with one of the world's great philharmonic orchestras in only a few minutes, with barely a chance to even tune her instrument. The child was calm and confident and hadn't a care in the entire world, and I couldn't have been more amazed and proud of her.

I sat in the empty hall and wept as I watched her perform. The orchestra members themselves stood and applauded when she finished, something a worker there told me he had never seen before, and she bowed her head and blushed in perfect humility.

After the rehearsal, the limousine took us to our hotel and we checked in and showered and changed, and then, even though we were both terribly tired despite the fact that it was barely four in the afternoon there, we went out to see the sights. Nanami insisted that we visit the Imperial Palace first, the home of the Emperor and a huge public park and gardens. We took the train, Nanami proving to be very adept at getting around the city even though it was not her home. The next stop was the Meiji Shrine, where we bathed our feet and hands and left prayer requests. Next was the Harajuku shopping district. We found a wonderful if horribly overpriced noodle shop, and after dinner, we were both nodding off fast, having been awake now for nearly a full 24 hours. So, with Nanami's sleepy eyes trying their very best to glitter excitedly at all the fancy shops, we made our way back to the train. Once the train started grinding its way down the track, Nanami leaned her little head on my big shoulder and within a minute she was sound asleep. I sought desperately someone who spoke English--thankfully there were many--to make sure I knew where our stop was, and I let the dear girl sleep.

And so, our first night in a hotel alone together. Of course you want to hear all about the love-making, but to tell you the truth, we both fell immediately asleep in our clothes. Even though Nanami had her own room, she never had any intention of sleeping in it until our families arrived, and so we were together, and sound asleep. I woke up sometime around eleven PM, carefully helped the utterly exhausted Nanami out of her clothes and under the covers, and went out for a brief walk, just to see what the big city was like on a Wednesday evening. It was crowded and well-lit, but oddly quiet. A few minutes later I went back to the hotel and crawled into bed next to Nanami.

I awoke very early the next morning, jet lag having it's full effect on my sleep patterns, and I saw my beautiful little lover laying next to me, sleeping so peacefully. I quietly dressed and sneaked down to the lobby, where I managed to find a cup of freshly brewed American-style drip coffee. That's the advantage of staying in a $500-a-night tourist hotel, paid for, I am pleased to say, by Sony Music Entertainment Japan. I walked the streets near our hotel in the crisp morning air, enjoying the wonderful sights of a new and exciting city as she was just beginning to awaken.

I returned to our hotel room with a second cup of coffee and sat in the armchair, responding to a few emails while I watched the beautiful child, her sleeping breath measured and rhythmic, quietly intimating the song of the life that flowed through her. As I watched, she stirred, smiled, mellowed again. Then a few minutes later she stirred once more, this time opening her eyes. Her big, dark, haunting eyes, briefly looking about the room until they focused on me, sitting in the chair in the darkness, my face illuminated by the screen of my phone.

"Johnathan-san," she said in her little voice, "you are up."

"Good morning my love," I said to her.

She smiled, yawned, sat up and stretched. She looked at the clock on the bed-side table, reading 5 AM. "It is early yet," she said.

"Yeah, but not too early. The limousine comes to pick us up at 8:30."

She smiled at me. "There is plenty of time, Johnathan-san. Come to bed again!"

I stood, and then undressed until I was naked. Nanami undressed as well.

Naked together under the bedsheets, we kissed and held tightly to each other. And then my little girl, my little woman, moved down, kissing my chest and then my belly, disappearing under the bedsheets as she took my cock into her mouth.

Warm lips, soft tongue, gentle humming, she made love to me to me that beautiful morning, sucking, massaging, pulling gently at my balls.

"Oh, baby," I whispered. "You're gonna make me come."

She pulled off my head. "I want to taste your cum, Johnathan-san," she said from under the sheets. "Please?" She took my head back into her sweet mouth.

"Oh Nanami! Oh Nanami-chan!"

She sat up, showing me the warm cream in her mouth, before she swallowed.

It was an insane day. Three concerts with members of the Philharmonic, one at the Bunkamura again for the media, and two more at two different different schools. The logistics alone were nothing short of miraculous, and I was duly impressed with the technicians and roadies who helped put it all together. The children at the schools, some of them even older than Nanami herself, all adored the girl. I'm sure you're not surprised to learn that. And she played with her usual exquisite enthusiasm, moving and dancing while she played, just like a seasoned professional.

When the long day of playing was finished, executives from Sony Music Entertainment Japan took several principle members of the Philharmonic, along with Nanami and myself, to dinner at Tenko for classic tempura. The conversation was almost entirely in Japanese, but Nanami paid careful attention to me, translating everything she could. Some of the attendees tried to move the conversations to English, in deference to me, but several of them found a lengthy conversation in my language too difficult, and I told them all to not worry about me, I would rather hear them speak their beautiful language anyway and try to learn what I could as I listened.

It was late when the limousine dropped us back at our hotel, and I had drank far to much wine with dinner, and worse still was terribly affected by jet lag. I was quite ready to fall into a deep and restful sleep.

But not Nanami. My little lover had other things in mind.

In the lobby of the hotel, she asked the attendant to ready a bath in our room, and we walked the courtyard for a few minutes, enjoying the cool night air and discussing the performances. "You were wonderful, Nanami, the children loved you," I said.

She smiled her shy little smile. "I had so much fun! I am so very happy!"

"I'm very glad, Nanami."

"Come, now, Johnathan-san" she said, taking. "It is time for our bath."

We sat together in the huge tub in our hotel suite, steaming hot water massaging my tired muscles. I lay down into the water, letting it cover my chest and then my shoulders, and then immersing my entire head under it. When I came back up, Nanami laughed loudly. "You are like a fish, Johnathan-san!" she said, and splashed me. I splashed her back, and we laughed and played in that wonderful steaming bathtub. And then we wrestled in the water, hands groping and lips kissing each other.

I grabbed her little behind as she climbed on top of me. "Time to get out, now, Bunny-Rabbit-chan," I said.

"Yes, Mountain-Lion-san!"

We dried each other off with the hotel's big soft fluffy towels, and after Nanami had dried me, she wrapped warm little fingers around my erection. "My mountain lion is hard, I find," she said.

"Your mountain lion is going to fuck you," I said back.

She smiled, a big, beautiful, eager smile. "His bunny rabbit is ready to fuck," she said.

"Get on the bed, Nanami," I said in as measured a voice as I could muster with my heart pounding like a kettle drum and my breath coming in short staccato notes. "On your hands and knees."

"On my hands and knees?" she said, her eyes wide and twinkling, and a little smile on her beautiful face, red now with the warmth of the bath and the excitement of our love making.

I climbed on the bed with her, taking my position behind her. If I had had less to drink, I would have made sure that the girl was more ready than she was. But my better instincts were lost to more basic needs now. At least I had the sense to wet the head of my cock with some spit before I entered her.

I had never made love to her from behind before, and while it took a little while for her to become fully lubricated, soon I was pushing hard into her, all the way, deeper than I had ever been before. Having never been fucked this way before, Nanami was grunting at the feeling of my head bumping hard against the end of her immature vagina. But the little hussy, well, let us say that she was quite happy with the new position. She soon had her sweet little head down on the pillow and I held her hips tight and she pushed back against me as I drove into her and we made love for a very long time, her hot sweet lips sliding up to my head and back down to my base, her labia splayed open wantonly on my scrotum as if they wanted desperately to engulf my balls inside them. To take as much of me into her tiny vagina possibly could.

Ten minutes into the pounding, Nanami's legs started shaking and I heard her sweet high-pitched moans muffled into the pillow. She turned her head to the side and looked up at me with one dark beautiful shining eye and let out a little cry, and her entire body quaked, and she smiled a huge big smile and closed her eye and shook, again and again. When her orgasm was complete she collapsed down onto the bed completely and I pulled out of her.

"Don't stop," she said quietly, eyes still closed, her voice a low moan. "I want you to finish inside me."

I took ahold of her hips and flipped her over onto her back and mounted her again. She was completely soaking wet, completely wide open, and I came in less than ten strokes, firing a giant load into the little girl's sweet womb.

We slept late the next morning, but the limousine was there to pick us up at 10 AM for another whirlwind day of concerts at local schools. Worse still, her parents and her little sister were arriving that evening at 10 PM, which meant that we could not spend the night together again. She and her little sister, Misaki, were to share Nanami's room, and her parents were renting another one for themselves. Then on Saturday morning at ten, my wife was to arrive and we would spend the day, Nanami and her family and my wife and I, playing the tourists with media and Sony public relations photographers in tow. After that we would return to the Bunkamura for Nanami's triumphal premier before the gathered glitterati of Toyko, the Emperor and Empress and the Prime Minister and all the important people from Sony and from the Toyko classical musical scene. Again, Nanami seemed completely unfazed by the attention, far more interested in playing at the park with Misaki than in worrying about that evening's performance.

After a wonderful day of playing and shopping and eating at the Tamazakis' favorite noodle shop, it was into the limousine and off to the Bunkamura for the grand finale of the trip.

The performance was unbelievable. Sublime. Nanami played perfectly, swinging and swaying and dancing, bowing her head demurely to the copious applause. The crowd was in love with her from the moment she took the stage, mesmerized, entranced. Oh, man, it was a thing to behold.

She opened with the Mendelssohn, the very first piece I ever heard the little virtuoso play, with the Philharmonic backing her. After a long set of exquisite music and intermission, she took the stage by herself and played the Bartok country dances, a tiny little waif of a girl alone on that grand stage, in front of four thousand people, in front of the Emperor, playing her heart out to some of the most beautiful music ever written. People were weeping, they were so moved. And the finale was, of course, Sakura Sakura, played with only a piano accompaniment and little Nanami laying her heart and soul out on the stage, playing the piece as if her life and her love depended on it. And he did.

When she finished the Emperor himself rose to his feet, and everyone in the hall joined him. It was a triumph, an absolute unmitigated triumph.

"Nanami Tamazaki's debut performance entrances the Bunkamura crowd," shouted the headline in the Yomiuri Shimbun newspaper the next morning.

That night, my wife and I shared a bed for the first time in a week, with Nanami relegated to spending the night again with her little sister.

"So, did you have a fun week?" my wife asked.

"Hectic. Insane. Awesome," I answered.

"Did Nanami sleep with you?"

"Judith..."

"Come on," she said, snuggling up against me. "Fuck me while you tell me what you did to her."

"Really?"

"Please? Come on, you can do me this one favor, can't you?"

"Is that really what you want me to do?" I asked her.

"Com'on you bastard! Fuck me and tell me what you did!"

She was sopping wet already when I mounted her.

"Oh yeah!" she shouted. "Fuck me, John! So... Did you make her suck you off?"

I started riding her nice and hard. "I don't have to make her do that. She's quite happy to do it all on her own."

"Oh, God! Really? Does she swallow?"

"Does she swallow? Just try to stop her!" I said.

"Oh, God! And did you fuck her?!? Did you slam your huge meat into her bald little cunny?!?"

I was ramming the lady hard now. Really fucking her brains out. "I got her up on her hands and knees," I said, "and I shoved my cock into her tiny little pussy."

"Did you really?" she panted. "Was it her first time? Did you take her cherry, right here in this bed?"

"I took her cherry a while ago."

"Oh, God! So you fucked her before? How many times have you fucked her?"

"I don't know." I was slamming her hard. She was amazingly turned on. She was on the verge of coming, I could tell. "Maybe a dozen times?"

"And do you... do you... Oh my God! Holy shit! Do you come inside her?!?!!!"

"I come inside her every time."

She leaned her head back, and arched her back, and let out a low moan as she started to come, legs shaking, face dark red, fingers grasping at me.

At that moment there was a quiet knock on the door.

We looked at each other wide eyed, and my wife started giggling. "Better go find out who it is," she said.

I threw on some pajama pants, which barely hid the fact that I had a giant throbbing erection, and I opened the door. There stood beautiful little Nanami, looking at me wide-eyed.

"I am sorry to disturb, Jonathan-san," she said in her childish sing-song voice. "I could not sleep so I sneak out."

"Um..."

"Let the poor girl in," my wife said from inside the room.

"Come in," I said, stepping aside to let her enter.

My wife was sitting up in the bed sheet pulled to her torso but her bare chest exposed. Nanami's face when bright red.

"I am sorry," she said. "I... interrupt?"

"Not at all," my wife said. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh?"

"And we were making love," my wife said. "I finished, quite nicely, but John hasn't finished yet. I'm sure he would like to."

"Oh?"

"Will you help him finish, Nanami? I would like to watch."

Nanami's dark eyes twinkled. "Yes, I would like that."

"Take your clothes off, Nanami," my wife said. "I want to see you naked."

The little child's face was bright red as my wife watched her undress.

"You are very beautiful, Nanami. I can see why John likes to make love to you so much. Will you come over here?"

Nanami walked over to the bed. My wife reached her hand out and begin to finger the girl's little pussy.

"If you lay on the bed," my wife said, "I'll kiss your pussy. Would you like that? Would you let me do that?"

Nanami looked at her with her wide dark eyes. "Yes," my little lover said, "I would like that."

She climbed onto the bed next to my wife, lay down, and spread her legs open. My wife buried her face into Nanami's sweet little cunt. Within seconds little girl was breathing hard and holding onto my wife's head.

My wife lifted her face away from Nanami's sex. "I think you're ready now. I know John wants to fuck you. Is that OK? Can I watch while he fucks you?"

"Yes," little Nanami-chan said.

"Can he come inside you?"

Nanami smiled. "Yes. I want very much for him to come inside me."

"I want to watch him fuck you and come inside you, Nanami," my wife said.

"OK."

And so I got my second sopping wet pussy of the evening.

Nanami was exquisitely tight, and I was already fully primed by my wife's cunt, so I am afraid the girl did not get much of a fucking. But she seemed perfectly happy after a minute or two of very rigorous sex, when I lifted my head in the air and bellowed as my orgasm begin, boiling up from deep inside me to firing down my cock and filling her young body with my warm cream.

When I pulled out my wife slid under the Nami's legs. "I want to kiss you again, Nanami," she said. "I want to taste his come inside you."

And then my wife lapped at the girls inflamed, reddened pussy lips, sucking my come from her. Judith got her creampie. While she ate the little girl, I moved up to Nanami's face and she licked my cock clean, like she loves to do, tasting her pussy and my cum while my wife did the same down between her legs. And then Judith licked and sucked on Nanami's tiny button until the little girl had an earth-shattering orgasm, legs in the air shaking uncontrollably.

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Postlude

The music.

O, the music.

Listening to Nanami's music has always been an erotic experience for me.

I sat in Royal Albert Hall, my eyes closed, my head back, listening to her music and cradling our little baby, love incarnate. Music incarnate. Holding our baby close to my heart. To the sturdy solid rhythmic beat of my heart.

When Nanami poked me awake that afternoon it was with sadness that I realized that my arms were in fact empty. There was no baby there. But as my mind cleared of the jet lag and cobwebs of an afternoon nap, and focused on my beautiful little lover, I remembered. I saw her belly. There was a baby.

I took her hand, her small delicate cool loving hand and held it tightly as we left, out into the rainy afternoon of London town.

Nanami had a press conference in only a few minutes, back at our hotel. She had just been nominated for her third Grammy, and had also just announced her pregnancy, and she would have a lot of questions to answer about both.

The fact that I was the father of the little joy in Nanami's belly was unknown to the greater world. We agreed that they would not understand, and so the official position is that her husband desires his privacy and wishes to be left alone. We probably aren't fooling anyone, though. After all, I'm around her constantly.

My wife and I split not long after Nanami-chan triumphant premier in Tokyo that evening. It was inevitable that it would happen, even long before Nanami and I had met. We were on a downhill slope and it was getting worse by the day. But as it turned out, we parted as the best of friends. We both agree that Nanami played an important role in this, that paradoxically even though my relationship with her was what brought our marriage to an end, it actually brought us closer together. It has been several years now, and our divorce is still amicable. All of my divorced friends comment that they are jealous of how well ours is working.

And now, as I stand in the shadows in the corner during her press conference and listen as she so deftly handles questions about her Grammy nomination and about her pregnancy and about her music, I allow myself to imagine our time together that night. Ever since her pregnancy began, Nanami has been an absolute tiger in the bedroom. I cannot keep her satisfied. Her little breasts--she never did grow much on her chest--are delightfully swollen now, and her belly is a beautiful pink, and her face glows. And she is so excited about parenthood, she cannot wait for the opportunity to teach our child about the joys of the world.

That is my Nanami-chan. That is why I love her so.