FROM TOKYO, WITH LOVE
I got dressed into my "predator pants", tight flares that hug every curve, so low below my waist that my thong keeps creeping to view, enticing people with visions of lacy delicate fabric containing a sweet forbidden fruit...well anyways; these pants screamed, "I'm horny." Ahh the power a women holds. I splashed on some Chai Tea fragrance I had found in some hippy-beauty store in Frisco. People love the smell of this, earthy and sweet, enticing. Ok it was almost 10:00; any minute now people would be arriving. Opening the wine bottles, lining them up on the bar like beautiful art pieces, as they glistened from Christmas lights aligned like stars on the ceiling. Place some cd's in the stereo... some good techno- some "darude"- some girly songs like "fallin"..."I will survive", some Ani...drag in the old dusty loveseat from the den, place a sarong-type fabric swath over it, take a deep breath in out in out. Knock. Knock. Like a procession of concert go-ers, the door yawned open to usher in a mass of faces, like a kaleidoscope. Do I look ok? Are people glad to be here? Oh, hi, yes I know you, from Political Theory class last year, right? Yea that Prof was a crackpot. You, over there, what's your name? Wanna drink? Merlot? Chardonnay? Splash of red. Rose. Diamond white. Feeling the blissful tingles as they wine intoxicated me, Dionysus, Goddess of Wine. I stand back and observe the party from the hallway. My party. Tomorrow we all start packing to go home for the summer, graduate, whatever. And then, I see her.
Her hair is silky black, to her breastbone; her steel blue-black-blue eyes shine like sapphires in the light of wine and merrymaking. I had never seen her before, or anyone like her for that matter. Cream colored skin, with a hint of caramel, delicate, but curvy body...36B breasts? Yes. Delicate clothes that looks like they would turn to dust if you handles them. Clinging. To. Her. Skin. Long eyelashes flirting and caressing her cheek, exposing those blue-black-blue eyes...cat eyes? Maybe she is Asian. She is all alone, even if in such a huge crowd. Looks lost, but somehow, beneath that, happy. Angelic. I walk up, introduce myself.
"Hi, I'm Erin, and you?" She shyly smiles, blink a long flirty long sexy blink, says
"Aiko. Aiko. Yes." I can tell she is uncomfortable with English. I offer her wine. She starts to decline.
"It's good. Try" I saw, offering her a sip from my glass. We depart, and a friend of mine grabs something from my room and runs into the crowd laughing. She has found a pornographic magazine I had hidden under the bed. I turn bright red as a so-called "friend" starts reading articles about lesbian encounters, and suddenly I am running fast frantic fast, and I slam my bedroom door, rattling the pictures on my wall. I collapse into my bed crying. Grasping my pillow. Mumbling nasty comments under my breath. Hitting my pillow.... stupid me. Why must I like girls? I should have hidden that magazine. Now everyone knows. I am a freak.
I hear my door creep open and I mumble, "go away". I hear a whisper "Oh, me.... So sorry. I go." I pry open a tear swelled eye and switch on my lamp. "Aiko?" I see the not lit silhouette turn to me, walk over, grab my hand. Delicate. Soft. Caressing hands. "Why they laugh at you, I not sure. I saw you run here, sad." I start to turn the other way; afraid she is somehow mocking me. She delicately grabs my side. Looks at me with sorrow.
"Ok. I...I...like girls. I.... I.... no one can know. They will hate me. I hate me. Why Me? I-"
"You like girl. I never am with girl. No boy. Not know of thing like this." She gives a subtle pleading look at me. I reach into my dresser and pull out another hidden magazine. I suddenly am reading her an erotic story of lesbians having a clandestine relationship of kissing and heavy petting. I start to masturbate while reading it, unaware of what I am really doing. Aiko looks at me and I stop. What was I doing? I've been caught. But n. Her eyes are wide and a smile slowly creeps onto her beautiful delicate exotic face. Her eyelashes flirt with me. I see her take off her skirt, and I see her little white bottom, like tow half moons, no, more beautiful than the moon. She turns around and climbs into bed with me. I gently kiss her on the forehead. Cheek. Lip. Neck. Ear. Nibble. She giggles. I reach down and touch her pussy, it is warm and wet, leaving my fingers glistening to sweet dew which I take to my lips, now covered in her sweetness, and kiss her gently, tasting her salty sweet mouth pussy mouth mixing swirling in my mouth, dancing on my tongue. I deftly unclasp her blouse, unclasp a simple but lacy bra, her breasts tumble towards my waiting hands as I caress rub my tongue begins its dance on her hard, rose-colored nipples. She gives a slight moan.
Suddenly I'm grinding against her pussy with mine, hungrily nibbling her soft lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue, wrestling with her tongue which tickles and I feel tingles down my spine. She grabs my chin, plants a kiss on my lips and whispers "your shirt. In way, take off". I eagerly do as she says, she grabs at my thigh, inner thigh, and she must feel my throbbing clitoris from here. She places her warm wet soft tongue on my nipple, and inserts her soft delicate finger into my pussy. Pulls out. Presses her wet pussy against mine, rubbing, out sweet juices mixing swirling. Moaning, nibbling. Tingling. I feel warm, building up, my body tingles more, my thoughts meander and I feel like I am weightless, no, hot, no throbbing down down pump pump blood rushing down down down she is going down on me my God! Ohhhh!!!!!!! I am licking her sweetness she licks mine I feel a wave and hear a moan. She is moaning I am cumming hot waves ecstasy she is in ecstasy. We collapse. Sweaty. Satisfied.
She gathers her clothes. Gets dressed in front of me no don't get dressed I want to see your body again, your beautiful skin, I feel a kiss land upon my lips, gentle, and you let your hands touch my chin, your lips pull away away as your hand trails gently down to my toes, you look at me with desperation. You are far away now, at the door. "Goodbye, America. Home now. It was fun" you wink a flirty lashed wink and the door closes it is dark I am alone grab my pillow, smell your smell left on it, grasp it tightly never let go I fall asleep, hearing soft music fade into the silence of dreams.