Meeting Minako (Part 3)
Add: 20 August 2015 / 08:00
David Sugihara looks critically at his junior intern translator who has just entered his large modern glass and steel office. The girl appears every inch the demure young “office girl” professional attired as she is in her tight grey pencil skirt and crisp tailored white cotton blouse. The pretty young office trainee has her hair tied up in a neat bun. This girl seems so young and inexperienced the older executive thinks to him self? The business leader wonders why Langham-san wants her for such an important task.
Finally Sugihara shrugs his shoulders in resignation. Foreigners are hard to fathom he has realized from long experience. The CEO speaks to the nervous kitten-like girl shivering in fear before him. The scrawny young fawn is seemingly paralyzed by his very presence. Japanese junior staff members are commonly timid like this.
“So I understand you and Langham-san had a very good time at the concert.”
The way her boss has placed emphasis on the word “very” makes Minako’s heart jump and almost come to a halt. Minako suddenly realizes Mr Sugihara must know about the kiss. How did he find out? Did John tell him? Oh my god this will be a huge scandal in her family. Will Mr Sugihara tell her father she wonders?
“I can explain Mr Sugihara….”
The nervous intern begins to blurt out her ill prepared apology. The suddenness of this has taken her off guard. Of course it had been wrong to kiss Mr Langham. And of course as the woman it must be her fault. A woman should not tempt a superior older man in Japan. She should not have worn that black dress. Of course the dress was too sexy for a first date. Well not even a date—a business function actually. The dress was too sexy by far. It was all her fault. Now it had all gone wrong. Now she would pay the price. Her hands were shaking as young Minako prepared for the worst.
The young Japanese girl’s cheeks flush a shade of hot pink. Her stumbling words faltered and her tongue felt thick and numb and useless in her mouth. How do you admit to kissing a white man? This was something scary and new. She would of course be fired. David Sugihara looked perplexed as his intern babbled some meaningless words he could not understand. Why was she apologizing he wondered.
“What are you talking about Minako-san?”
David turned back to scrutinizing the important papers on his imposing steel desk.
“About the evening and the concert and what I did.”
Minako paused again unsure exactly how to put it. What exactly had she done? How do you describe that you kissed his business partner without sounding like a slut? She hardly knew John and she had kissed him. What would Mr Sugihara think?
“I’m so sorry…..”
The slender young anxious waif twisted her body on the back heel of her shoe nervously driving the point of her heel down into the deep-pile carpet.
“If I have brought shame on you and our company….”
Minako’s voice trailed off. What could she ever say to atone for her error? Would her boss yell at her? How do you begin to make amends for such shameful slutty behaviour? Sugihara lifted his eyes from the document he was examining and smiled. Her boss didn’t look too angry. Minako was lost and confused seeing his smile. What she felt was beyond any terror she had ever faced in her young twenty-one years of life. How would she explain getting fired to her father?
“I can explain….”
Minako tried to begin yet again. This was a very uncomfortable moment for the nervous young girl. The pretty intern’s words of possible “explanation” trailed off. This man she was addressing was a close friend of her father’s. So to actually admit to the kiss was bad enough. But her boss might ask her to explain and describe it? Also John was this man’s business partner. Oh god this all looked bad—very bad.
How do you describe to your boss that love had gown in your heart suddenly and you had temporarily lost your brain? How do you tell him that all the good senses your mother had raised you with flew the coop like a rebellious teenage pigeon? How to explain the strange sexy dreams you have been having featuring John? Of course you would never, ever admit that John often appeared in these dreams naked. No that was impossible to consider. The hidden dark desires you keep tucked away from view? Can any person admit such things in the harsh glare of daylight? Could Minako find the right words to extricate her family honour from this shame?
Her company leader looked up seemingly irritated with her senseless blathering.
“I have no idea what you are talking about young lady. And why are you saying sorry? Anyways look. This is the thing. Langham-san apparently was very impressed by you. My partner said he had an amazing time at the concert. Actually John said you are a very bright and competent young lady.”
Sugihara placed the thick document down on the glass surface of his modern 1966 Max Ingrand design steel desk. The large imposing artwork desk by the famous French designer was functional, futuristic, and had voluptuous industrial-chic lines. Even all these decades later the steel desk still looked entirely modern and ahead of its time. In the corners of David’s office stood two large orange Chihuly glass vases with fresh Calla lilies. Minako was too nervous to appreciate the elegance of Sugihara’s taste in furnishings.
“So you have nothing to apologize for. Mr Langham was very impressed by you Minako-san. In fact….”
David Sugihara smiled a bright fake-white-toothed smile. Minako gawked at her boss without really comprehending what he was saying. What was he talking about? Now she was confused. In typical Sugihara fashion her boss David took control of the situation and explained his proposal. Sugihara continued his address to his confused young staff member.
“There is a business conference in Cebu. This place is in the southern Philippines. It’s a resort actually. Many Japanese construction conglomerates will be attending this conference. The topic is on regional infrastructure and these big companies will be wanting to bid for large projects and contracts.”
Sugihara shuffled through a pile of papers and stopped concentrating on Minako. The young girl sighed a big sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn’t be fired after all? But what did this conference in some other country have to do with her. As far as she knew her job was to sit in a tiny windowless cubical with her friend Sakura-chan and translate dry contracts and regulations from English into Japanese.
“Anyways I do not have time to go to this conference as I have a meeting in St. Petersburg. My partner Langham-san will need someone at his side who speaks perfect Japanese.”
Sugihara’s eyes seemed to bore into her. Minako felt nervous under his steady gaze. His large imposing desk and the entire elegance of her CEO’s office unsettled her.
“Someone who can translate for him in the meetings when necessary.”
Sugihara picked up another contract off the glass covered steel desk. The short husky Japanese executive pushed the intercom button on his desk phone. Sugihara’s huge modern steel and glass desk was positioned front and centre of the panoramic view over Tokyo Bay. The entire effect was like a photo from an “Architectural Digest” spread.
“Risa-san can you come in and get the Mitsui contract please.”
David turned his eyes back towards Minako.
“So I proposed to send our head translator Mrs Nakamura.”
Minako pictured the over-weight fifty-year old Nakamura-san with her badly dyed orange hair. The young female translators all referred to their head translator as “Iron-Nakamura” because the woman was always so firm and pushy: a Maggie Thatcher kind of bitch. Rumour had it that Iron-Nakamura was a lesbian and that she even lived with another woman. But this was just idle scandal because the head translator for the company was fifty and not married.
In Japan such an unmarried woman at fifty (an “on the shelf leftover woman”) was already a scandal. Minako could not imagine such a thing being real, but then young office girls liked to gossip. Lesbian sex was currently a hot topic among the office girls since most of them could not find suitable boyfriends. It was unsaid, but many of the sexy young office girls were desperate to explore their sexuality, even if they had to do it with each other.
David’s assistant Risa entered the office briskly. She retrieved the contract from her boss and left. When Sugihara wasn’t looking Risa gave Minako a smile and a wink of reassurance. The two girls had become friends after meeting during Langham’s last visit.
“Well Langham-san has insisted that you are the correct person for the job. I explained to him that you are young and inexperienced. Truly I know you would also not want this burden of traveling when you have university assignments to complete.”
Minako’s heart leapt learning that John had asked for her. But then her heart crashed back down when Mr Sugihara confirmed that he was unwilling to send her. Of course he cannot send me due to my youth and inexperience she thought to her self. A deeply curved pout appears disfiguring her young pretty face.
“So I told him most certainly that you could not go.”
Minako’s heart that had just soared now plummets crashing back down. She could have explained to John about why she ran away that night. She had so much to tell him and explain. She had so much to say sorry for. But she would never get the chance now. Sugihara was right. She was still in university and only a company trainee translator.
Surely a young inexperienced employee such as her self could never take on such a great responsibility for the company. Minako bowed her head in submission to her boss. In Japan the boss is always correct. If the boss claims the world is flat, then well, the employees all bow their heads and agree in unison that the world is now flat.
“Yes Sugihara-san you are quite correct. I am too young and such responsibility must go to Nakamura-san. She is the lead translator.”
Minako wanted to add that Iron-Nakamura was also fat and ugly, but she bit her spiteful tongue. The pretty young intern was trembling inside with a tumult of swirling emotions. She wanted to rush to the bathroom and cry her eyes out in private. She knew she would never see John again. David lifted his eyes and smiled.
“Well Minako-san you and I are both Japanese. We think differently than these foreigners like John. Of course normally I would never send you.”
Minako bowed again, but more deeply this time. The attractive office girl needed to count her blessings. At least it seemed she was not being fired.
“Yes. You are quite correct Sugihara-san. Foreigners are hard to understand.”
Minako’s young thumping heart was being ripped out and torn apart. Something terrible was twisting inside her causing horrible pain. The young Japanese girl suddenly felt very lonely. If only? If only she was older? If only she was more experienced? So many questions swirled in her young brain. If only she had more experience perhaps her CEO would have sent her and she could have seen John again.
“But Langham-san has insisted. He will only have you for some reason. But I need to ask, are you willing to go? As a company we will never force you to travel.”
Minako’s jaw gaped open in disbelief. John had what? The company would what? The young intern wanted to laugh and swirl and dance around the office. She had a sudden impulse to rush over and kiss stuffy old Sugihara on the cheek. She wanted to giggle, but repressed the urge. Her heart was bursting with joy. New hope had flowered. But too stunned by what Sugihara had just said she instead stood paralyzed in one spot. Was it true? Could it be true?
What exactly had her boss just said? Minako stuttered and stammered trying to formulate words to reply. Sugihara looked at her with some measure of impatience. Her cheeks flushed under his impatient glare. Could the older man tell she was in love? Did he realize how over-the-moon she was right now?
“Well you need to give me an answer soon. Risa-san needs to book the flight. Langham-san apparently has already arranged a room for you at the hotel. He seems to think you will want to go.”
The intern’s face showed her confusion. Still she was too stunned to come up with a sensible reply.
“Do you need to phone your mother tonight? I know she might object.”
Minako didn’t want any more obstacles to occur. She decided to present this trip to her parents as a fait accompli. She would explain it as a trip absolutely required for her job, nothing less and nothing more. The wheels in her young head began to spin. How would she explain this to her mother and sister so they wouldn’t be suspicious? Her younger sister Akiko knew all about the kiss so she would be curious and pry for the truth.
“No sir. I can go. For the good of the company of course I shall do what I can. I shall try my best to bring honour on our company.”
Sugihara smiled a superior’s indulgent smile.
“Thank you. That’s all. Risa-san will advise you of the arrangements. Please prepare your travel bag and we will also provide you a travel allowance.”
Minako-san bowed very deeply this time. The young demure intern backed up towards the door. She was so excited she almost forgot to bow again. She bowed twice more before turning to leave. Minako’s tender heart was skipping. She would see John again. Soon. And in a foreign country: her entire nubile young body was tingling with excitement at the prospect of seeing handsome John again. As Pavlov could well have predicted her nipples hardened and her pussy got moist. In her mind she started to recall their one and only kiss. She smiled. ______________________________________________
After leaving Sugihara’s office Minako immediately found a quiet corner of the office away from other staff. She called her younger and much more popular sister Akiko. Minako decided she might as well get it over with and just tell her sister this new development. Upon hearing the news that her older studious sister—“the straight A girl with the A cup tits”—would be flying off on what Akiko chose to describe as a “romantic getaway” Akiko shrieked in high-pitched glee.
“Oh my god you will see him again. Your foreign Romeo will be yours. You have surely captured his heart.”
“Kiki please calm down. I think you are more excited than me.”
Minako chuckled at her younger vivacious sister’s reaction. Akiko bubbled on about all the romantic possibilities this new trip threw up.
“I’m sure he will drag you into his room and almost devour you.”
Akiko was really teasing her sister and pushing every button she knew how to push.
“Kiki you are crazy. It is a business trip. Besides I just hope I can explain my self. He must hate me after the way I acted.”
Akiko would have none of her sister dampening the mood.
“Hate you? Have you looked in the mirror? Do you know how sexy and gorgeous you are sis?”
The younger sister teasingly cackled with glee.
“Oh now. You must call me from this love-island and tell me every detail. Oh god I wonder if this foreigner has a huge cock? I’ve heard some Canadians have very big ones.”
Akiko amped up her sisterly teasing and jabbed Minako some more.
“He might want to fuck you several times every night. Some men are very horny you know. I had one boyfriend who would want to do it three times a night.”
“Kiki! Stop it! I already told you he probably hates me.”
Both young women laughed lightly. The older sister wound up the conversation.
“Okay I’ll tell you more tonight. I have to go back to work.”
“Yes I love you too sis.”
Minako mentally thanked her parents for giving her such a wonderful younger sister. Her heart really felt so much lighter after talking to Akiko. Keeping secrets from her younger sister was impossible. She headed back down the elevator to go to the eighth floor and the tiny windowless cubicle she shared with her best friend Sakura-san.
When Minako arrived back at her small dreary workroom on the eighth floor Sakura’s face lit up. Quickly huddling together the two girls clasped hands and Sakura and Minako giggled. While Minako had been away seeing Sugihara, her best friend and work colleague Sakura-chan had stayed behind in their plain office cubical wondering what was happening.
Slender and pretty in a tomboy sort of fashion Sakura was three years older than her best friend Minako. Sakura has a trim and toned petite body, but larger and fuller breasts than the more slender Minako. Sakura is also a very bright young woman who is currently studying for her master’s degree in translation while working part time for Sugihara’s company.
When Minako arrived back at her office both girls were understandably excited. One wants to tell her story and the other one wants to find out what had happened with Sugihara. Young pretty Minako is eager to spill the beans on the entire story of what Sugihara had said. Sakura on the other hand is bursting with curiosity about why her best friend had been called off to see the CEO of the company. Junior staff being called before the CEO is unheard of in a Japanese company.
“So you see Sakura I must go on this trip to act as a translator for the company. That is really all the meeting was about.”
Minako is, of course, hiding her true hopes for the trip. Sakura looks thoughtful and pensive. She is trying to figure out what all this means. It is Friday afternoon and Minako has invited Sakura to have dinner with her that night. They both live in the same building. It is a Spartan fifteen-story concrete building in a run-down section of Tokyo where the company accommodates a lot of its junior staff. The two young women had been planning to order in some delivery fast food and drink some wine while they giggled and gossiped the night away.
Minako finishes telling her tale about Sugihara and the trip. She looks up at Sakura’s face and realizes something is wrong, but what? Why is her friend frowning? Out of the blue Sakura throws a huge tantrum. Poor Minako has no idea why her friend has become so angry with her. What has she done?
“You are going away to see this man? This foreign man.”
Sakura glares harshly at her best friend. Her eyes are sharp like needles or darts. The spite in her words scrapes at Minako’s tender heart. Her best friend is unexpectedly attacking her. What has she done?
“Well it’s not like that Sakura-chan. It is my job.”
“But you like him. Admit it. You told me before. You like this tall handsome Caucasian man. Did he fuck you already? Are you his Asian slut?”
Minako’s brain is spinning. Why is her friend so angry? These accusations are so hurtful. She has always been such a good girl for her whole life? Who could ever accuse her of being a “slut”? Minako wants to cry. She tries to explain.
“No it’s not like that at all. I told you we only had one kiss. I’m sure he hates me now. I mean I treated him so badly you cannot think he still likes me.”
What has she done wrong? Why is her friend Sakura so mad at her? The conversation ends badly, but they have to do their work. Both girls are very upset. The rest of the day is like torture. Each of them is treading on rice paper trying not to inflame the situation. Sitting in close proximity to each other in the room things could explode at any moment.
Sakura has no way to express her hidden feelings? It is so wrong. And Minako has no experience in life to understand the pain her best friend is going through. Moments before her heart had been soaring thinking of John. Now she is under a dark black cloud. It is never good when best friends fight. Minako decides to make a final effort to patch matters up.
“Please just come home with me. We can talk about everything in my room.”
Sakura turns and nods softly. She wants to cry, but hides her hurt feelings from her friend Minako. After work they both take the subway together back to their building. Minako changes into a loose-fitting light pink nightie that comes to her knees. She brushes her hair waiting for Sakura to come up to her tiny room from her flat three floors below. Sakura goes to her unit and changes into white terrycloth shorts and a loose t-shirt with no bra. Sakura thinks of cancelling on Minako, but then changes her mind. The troubled translator goes to her friend’s apartment so see if they can work things out.
Later together in Minako’s tiny Tokyo cubicle that passes for an apartment Sakura is still pouting and downhearted. The tantrum has subsided somewhat, but still Sakura is glum and gloomy. Pouting Sakura runs her slender fingers through the bangs of her stylish and chic short pageboy haircut. Minako doesn’t know why her friend is acting like this. The tension is building between the two best friends. Minako tries to cheer Sakura up.
“Sakura you look really cute in those white shorts.”
Minako smiles a forced tense smile. Sakura hardly smiles and remains glum without even looking up. What Minako has always liked about Sakura is her boyish playful charm. She is a girl who is never down in the dumps. So this fit of unhappiness is out of the norm. Sakura is a gamine ingénue with a mischievous depth similar to Winona Ryder’s character Veronica in “Heathers”.
Normally when the young intern is with her friend Sakura she feels like she just might break free from the industrial and cultural conformity of stifling Japan. Knowing how upset her friend is Minako just wants to make her smile again. Minako is desperate to do something to cheer her friend up.
Finally the older girl’s nerves are completely frayed and she snaps. The upset and frustrated Sakura begins to cry: not just cry, but she begins to truly sob. Minako is dumbfounded. She gawks stupidly at her cute gamine friend who is now in a puddle of tears. What’s up? Minako grabs Sakura’s hand and pulls her friend from the blue chair onto her small hard bed. Minako hugs her with a true girlfriend’s concern.
“What’s wrong Sakura-chan? Tell me.”
Sakura’s trim and firm tomboy body shakes and trembles. Right now she hates Minako. No she loves her. No she hates her. Okay she loves her, but she hates her at the same time. Sakura’s mind is confused and angry. Her emotions vacillate and swirl in a torrid chaos of spiralling turmoil. Why does Minako torture her so? Doesn’t she understand? Doesn’t Minako know?
“I thought you liked me?”
The words are halting and hesitant. Sakura’s sobbing has been reduced to soft whimpers. The words are like a challenge, like an accusation. The sexy shorthaired pixie-like Japanese girl looks confused and lost as she glares at Minako. Her normal gamine boyish charm has vaporized. It has been replaced by a vicious feline anger that is ready to boil over again.
“But I do.”
Minako answered softly. Sakura turns and fixes her with a glare.
“No you don’t!”
Sakura spits out her words furiously.
“You like that man and his cock. That JOHN!”
The tall slender Japanese woman begins to sob again. Her body shudders and shakes wracked by pain. Minako holds her friend and gently strokes her short pageboy haircut. Normally Minako doesn’t like short hair on girls, but she thinks Sakura looks so pretty and cute. Her friend’s haircut makes her look very sophisticated and European. The two girls had become best friends quickly working on long tedious translations in their dreary small windowless room at the company.
The two young women cling to each other on the bed. Soon the sobs and petting of her head has calmed Sakura somewhat. She tilts her face up. Minako can’t resist her friend. It is wrong, but no one would know. Her friend needs to be comforted that’s all. It’s all just innocent. They have playfully kissed before. The pretty intern closes her eyes and moves her lips forward. She can feel poor Sakura’s heart thumping madly. Their lips touch softly in a tender girl’s kiss.
At first the two friend’s kisses are merely tender and fairly chaste. But soon these seemingly chaste kisses build in a rising passion, as the bonds of repression are broken. Sakura emits soft feminine sounds and whimpers. She needs this kiss so badly. Sakura clings to young Minako like a needy baby monkey clinging to its mother. But she requires something more than this kiss. The tender kissing of girlfriends slowly flowers into something entirely new, something colourful and beautiful, something that only two women can share.
Minako feels Sakura’s tongue tentatively probe into her mouth slipping past her lips. She whimpers in a tremulous fear tinged with desire. Her nubile young body tenses slightly at the teasing tongue forcing its way past her lips. What is her friend doing? So far Sakura has only kissed and teased Minako in a playful “girlfriend” way. Up to now their kissing and messing around has all been seemingly “innocent” and playful. Yet in the darker recesses of their hearts, both young women know they each want more. But do they dare?
Today Sakura is fed up and angry. Who is this man John anyways? She wants so much more, needs so much more from her friend. She is angry with Minako. She wants to possess Minako completely, not as a “friend”, but as a woman. Yet in Japan lesbian sex is so taboo. Both women are terrified of their own growing erotic desires. Sakura has only done this with one other girl, but something drives her forward and makes her overcome her fears. Sakura feels the weight of society’s chains and shackles, but ignores them. She cares for Minako too much.
Minako has so far only let Sakura touch her breasts in a teasingly playful way as they have played “tickle fight” on their bed. It has all been regarded as mere playfulness between girlfriends. Treating all of their teasing as simply “girlfriend curiosity” has allowed them to skate upon the thin ice of deeper lustier needs. The two girls have up to now pretended their “play” is innocent and means nothing. But today each of their emotions is frayed and frail. Minako is as fragile and needy as her friend is lost and lonely. The crying and emotional rollercoaster ride has made Minako vulnerable to Sakura’s needs.
Young elegant Minako knows she needs to reassure and comfort her best friend. The crisis with John and the impending trip has pushed the two of them to the edge of their relationship. Their bodies are highly strung. They cling and clasp to each other in the hope of some comfort and solace. Minako feels Sakura’s tongue probing more deeply into her mouth. Her heart thumps wildly. WHAT is Sakura doing? She is so scared and yet so excited.
Sakura’s slender feminine hand, her nails painted a glossy rose pink, slides under the front slit in Minako’s nightie moving towards her small mound. The slit in the nightie is only loosely held closed by two pink tied bows. Minako’s chest is rising and falling with her anxious heavy breathing. The older more confident Sakura begins to tease the coy and insecure nubile young Minako. The younger prettier woman feels shivers course through her slim Asian body, as she is touched. A teasing female finger tenderly brushes her light brown nipple. The nervous intern gasps half in fear and half in desire as she feels her body tremble in response.
Minako murmurs Sakura’s name softly, almost in a whisper, as the teasing touching continues. Their lips are crushed together now in a hot wet kiss. Truly her best friend is as delicate as a cherry blossom. Sakura even smells like a cherry blossom tonight. The young aroused intern knows they should not go further, but Minako needs to be held and reassured just as Sakura does. When Sakura presses more firmly on her nipple the young intern’s body begins to light up with newly discovered desire. Unconsciously her thighs spread slightly open. Sakura places her other hand on Minako’s silky smooth thigh and begins to apply some gentle calculated strokes. Her hand strays up beyond the hem of Minako’s short pink nightie.
Minako tries half-heartedly to push Sakura’s rather too adventurous hand off her tingling thigh. This is so wrong? She’s not a lesbian? Is she bisexual? What is happening to her body? Why does she feel so hot? But when the more confident older girl resists her defensive attempt Minako weakly capitulates. She lets the pleasurable stroking continue. The stroking of her thigh is making Minako lose her mind and her head is dizzy with desire. This is all wrong isn’t it? Can another girl touch you like this?
Yet everything feels so wonderful. It feels so beautiful to be held and stroked by her beautiful sexy and chic tomboy friend. Minako lets everything continue in a daze. If she pretends it is a dream then it will be okay. No one is responsible for a dream? Minako whimpers unconvincing words to make Sakura stop. Both women are getting aroused and they both know there is no conviction behind Minako’s faux request.
Sakura keeps softly stroking and kissing with a gentle patient build-up. Her former fury has abated. Now she can only think of the slender girl she is holding in her arms, the girl she is softly kissing, the girl she can smell, the girl she can taste, the girl that she loves. Sakura lets out a soft moan of bliss. She is suddenly so happy. All the anger is gone, seemingly dissolved by the kiss.
Sakura keeps rolling Minako’s now swelling nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Minako’s nipple has turned rubbery and firm under her friend’s teasingly playful pressure. When the tingling becomes too much Minako becomes more dazed and confused. Unconsciously her thighs fall further apart. The sensations are becoming too overwhelming for her young inexperienced brain to process.
Sakura pushes her now pliant and dazed best friend back on the bed. Her hand slides higher under the hem of the cute pink nightie. She presses more firmly on Minako’s left nipple. Her kissing becomes more and more insistent and demanding. Sakura feels her friend squirm and twist and whimper under her tender, but now unrelenting touches.
This is too much for the young intern to handle. Minako’s heart is pounding wildly. Why is her pussy so wet? Why is her entire body so hot? Why is everything tingling? She whimpers a weak mew and weakly tries to push Sakura’s hand away one final time. It’s so close to her pussy? She’s so scared. The young intern’s heart is thumping in crazed thumps as Sakura’s hand ventures higher and higher under her pink nightie.
The anticipation of what might occur is almost too much for Minako to bear. Her body tenses in anticipation. Sakura is scaring her. Her friend’s wandering hand is so close to her loins? Is she going to touch my pussy Minako wonders in disbelief? The innocent young Japanese intern can’t comprehend what is happening. Sakura keeps going and Minako feels her body become even more aroused.
Sakura feels her friend’s body go rigid as her hand gets too close to the pussy she desperately wants to touch. In an attempt to distract her romantic target from her straying hand and its destination the older woman pinches hard on Minako’s erect nipple. At the same time she playfully pushes her tongue deeply into her lover’s mouth as a diversion. Sakura has somehow pulled open the two bow ties on the front of Minako’s pink nightie and her tiny mounds are now partially exposed.
Minako twists and struggles meekly in her best friend’s arms. She whimpers as she struggles and squirms wondering how to escape, or if she really wants to escape. Sakura holds on tightly and keeps Minako in a firm grasp using her own body weight to hold her friend flat on the mattress. At that moment the straying hand on Minako’s thigh pushes higher and arrives on top of the pretty young intern’s light blue panties.
Sakura rubs gently, but firmly, knowing she needs to be patient. The first time is never easy. It is natural for a girl to struggle and resist a little bit. The front panel of the young intern’s panties are already soaking wet. In her brain Sakura grins. Everything soon becomes a blur for young terrified Minako. Is this a dream? She hears the soft delicate words as if out of a distant cloud.
“Do you love me?”
Sakura’s whispers are insistent and she pushes down on Minako holding her body firmly against the mattress. The nervous young horny intern squirms and tries to ignore her friend. Yet she insists and she forces Minako to answer.
“If you do then you will?”
She will what? Shocked Minako feels her panties being pulled to the side. The young intern tries to blank everything out. How did this happen? How did it start? When did it start? Yes it feels good. Yes it feels amazing. Oh god yes it feels so fucking amazing. Did she agree to this? Maybe she did. She guesses she did. She does love her friend, doesn’t she? She is confused, but it feels so good there was no way Minako will stop Sakura now. It just feels too blissful and thrilling to ever stop.
Minako is lying prone on the mattress with her legs spread. She is lying back on the bed in a daze of erotic confusion. She is lost in the moment. Why are her legs spread so wide? When did that happen? She keeps her eyes tightly shut refusing to acknowledge the reality of what is happening. Minako uses blackness as her defence to block out real life.
Sakura’s curious needy mouth and fingers continue exploring her friend’s taut slender young body facing no resistance. The young intern has capitulated to their mutual hot desires. Minako’s tiny light brown nipples are responding eagerly to being teased and have now hardened into two firm rubbery points. Minako’s pussy is equally enthralled by what is going on and has become soaking wet.
Both young women are mewing and moaning and sighing as the passion in the tiny room rises. Sakura kisses her friend’s nipple tenderly and Minako clasps onto her friend’s head nervously feeling the sensations building in her body. What is her friend doing? Can a girl kiss another girl’s nipple like this? Is that allowed? Sakura latches onto Minako’s nipple and sucks softly. She then bites down gently. At the same time Sakura’s slender finger teases the outer puffy swelled lips of Minako’s labia. The young intern whimpers and shifts her hips making a futile effort to deflect the teasing finger away from her soaked slit.
Soon Minako feels Sakura’s finger doing more. She clenches her eyes tightly shut. Oh my god is this really happening? She knows it is but she doesn’t want it to stop. It feels too amazing and too right. The feelings and tingles from her nipple warm her whole body. Now she has a hot aching between her thighs. Could she ever tell Sakura she has had dreams like this?
Sakura’s finger gently enters her friend’s tight pussy. Minako feels her body go taut with nerves. Slowly Sakura strokes while murmuring soft Japanese terms of endearment to calm her skittish prey and she feels Minako’s body slowly relax. Minako feels the teasing finger slide deeper into her pussy. She shifts her hips up seeking friction. Her cheeks flush. She murmurs and whimpers and feels Sakura’s finger stroke slowly deeper.
Oh god it feels so amazing. Dazed Minako feels how much her friend adores her and how tender her touch is. Her finger sliding in and out of her pussy is making her delirious with desire. Everything feels nice, so very, very nice. Sakura’s kisses are getting softer and sweeter. Sakura’s left hand is working to pull off Minako’s panties. The young intern squirms and whimpers in fear, but finally she lifts her hips to help her friend pull the pale blue panties past her wider sexy hips.
Minako feels in terror as her young tight creaming pussy is now completely exposed. The first soft stroke that arrives from Sakura’s teasing hand almost makes her jump off the bed. Soon the gentle cadence of tender strokes has calmed her again. Minako feels her friend’s slender feminine finger stroke her outer puffy lips. With all the juices the finger is soon slick and wet.
Sakura’s soft sensitive strokes feel so amazing her pussy becomes enflamed. Minako can’t help shifting her hips up and down in a hesitant cadence matching her friend’s measured finger strokes. Minako begins to murmur and her body is tingling and hotly aroused.
“Do you like that my pretty little dove?”
Sakura whispers loving endearments in tender romantic Japanese. Minako is too aroused and cannot answer. Her body is on edge. The highly-strung intern wants to have her orgasm and release all this built-up sexual tension. Sakura’s teasing strokes are bewitching her nubile young body. In reply to the teasing and stroking she gurgles soft feminine mewing cat-like purring sounds of pleasure. Sakura giggles softly at her purring friend lying under her. Her warm adoring eyes gaze across Minako’s beautiful slender young body. Sakura’s dark pools feast on her girlfriend’s tiny mounds and pointy light brown nipples.
Sakura stares intently at Minako’s pointy left nipple. With a determined look she latches her soft silky lips around the swelled rubbery tip and begins to suck. Minako arches her back and groans at the sensations. Meanwhile Sakura begins to speed up her finger strokes in Minako’s tight pussy. Her pussy walls are grasping onto Sakura’s finger. Oh god the feelings are cascading through the young intern’s body now as her desire rises. How long can she last? Will it be embarrassing to orgasm under the touch of her best friend? Can she even stop it if she tried?
Sakura places her warm moist lips against Minako’s ear. She whispers soft words telling her best friend to relax, to be calm, to let it happen. The soft words and the tingling hot moist breath hypnotize the horny young girl so close to release. She feels her body relax. She feels it all building. Then as she approaches the edge of bliss Sakura presses down on her nipple firmly with her teeth and flicks her tongue. The older girl uses her finger to make soft fast rubbing motions right on the top of Minako’s enflamed clitoris.
In a sudden lurch Minako’s slender frame jerks in joy and arcs off the bed in ecstasy: from deep in the young intern’s chest a rough guttural growl of sexual release comes out. Sakura rubs faster and faster with her finger as her best friend’s hips drive up off the bed into her rubbing hand. With her tongue she lashes Minako’s nipple in a flurry of strokes. Minako feels her body explode and tremble as the huge orgasm rocks her to the core. As suddenly as it arrived it softens and her body collapses back onto the bed in a heap of sweaty limbs.
Young Minako is dazed and delirious. What just happened? It’s not like this when I touch my self she thinks. The young intern wants to open her eyes, but she’s afraid. She’s so embarrassed. What did she cry out? What were those strange noises she made? Her cheeks flush pink. Sakura cuddles into her best friend and hugs her to reassure the woman she cares for so deeply.
Slowly and patiently Minako’s cute tomboy lover begins again. Minako is too weak from her orgasm to even move a limb. Sakura lowers her head and begins kissing all across young Minako’s flat tummy and hips. Sakura pushes the pink nightie up and out of the way so she can kiss lower down. Her hot burning kisses tease playfully all around the special spot.
Sakura smiles as she sees that her darling girl is shaved clean. It must be the swim coach she thinks to her self. Minako had once told her friend that all the girls on the swim team were required to shave bald so they could swim faster. The sight of the bald tight young pussy is too much for the lusting slender tomboy to resist. She licks her lips in anticipation.
Sakura examines the beautiful organ closely. Minako’s outer lips are light brown, puffed and swelled in readiness to mate with a male. The inner lips are delicate pink and wet ready for a cock to slide in. But today Sakura knows no cock will pleasure this delicate pink feminine flower. Today is for a special time between women.
The older girl uses her manicured fingers to gently spread the outer lips. Minako whines and squirms and clenches her eyes tightly closed. The slick wet inner lips are glistening a delicate shade of bubble gum pink. Sakura can smell the fragile flower’s musky rich female sweet scent. She lowers her lips closer to the sweet fruit between Minako’s thighs. Her mouth is drooling with desire. How many months had she dreamed of this special moment?
At the touch of her friend’s mouth coming into contact with her aroused young pussy Minako gasps loudly. Her hands clasp onto Sakura’s head and she tries to grab fistfuls of her lover’s short pixie hair. This is beyond her imagination.
“OH MY GOD! What are you doing Sakura?”
Minako wants to feign ignorance. Of course she knows what is happening. It is far too taboo to admit she has also had dreams of this moment, has desired this moment. As Sakura’s little pink tongue extends and strokes across her clitoris Minako feels her body shudder softly. The sensation is surreal.
Sakura giggles and her giggles vibrate against Minako’s sensitive pink pussy lips. Minako giggles in response and her tension eases slightly. Soon Sakura’s tongue and finger are taking the young intern to a place she has never dared imagine. It feels like her body is rising off the mattress and floating on a bed of pleasure. The heat, the passion, the tingles, oh god it is so spectacular. Minako cracks open her eyes to peer down at her friend’s head moving up and down in a gentle cadence between her spread legs. She looks across her flat tummy. Minako is in awe realizing her friend’s head is actually between her spread thighs and her mouth is sucking on her pussy.
Another rapid flurry of tongue strokes on her clitoris drives Minako wild. The young intern arches her back and closes her eyes as they roll into the back of her head in bliss. Her body jerks and has a big spasm. Minako drives her hips up into her friend’s mouth seeking more friction. Minako thrusts her hips off the bed. Now instead of being shy and coy she is becoming a needy sexual woman desperate for more passion. Her slender feminine hands press down on Sakura’s head seeking the ultimate glory. Minako groans deeply seeking her final release.
Sakura lifts her head and pauses.
“Do you like this baby?”
Both girls giggle madly, a tension being released. Minako drives Sakura’s head and mouth back down onto her pussy with a rough playful push. She mews and begs in Japanese for release.
“Be patient my pretty baby, be patient.”
Sakura chuckles as she recommences her pattern of soft licks and inserts a finger more deeply up into Minako’s tight squeezing pussy walls.
“Oh god you’re so wet my darling Minako-chan.”
The intern is about to orgasm and ignores Sakura’s teasing. Instead she thrusts her hips up and pushes down simultaneously with her hands. Her pussy is on fire.
“Oh fuck this feels amazing Sakura-chan. How do you know how to do this?”
“Can you teach me?”
Just as she has finished asking to be taught Minako’s body jerks in a massive spasm. She cries out loudly. Her nubile young body arcs off the bed in an arch of passion. Her heart pounds furiously. Her brain has lost all thoughts as the fireworks begin to explode. Minako cries out so loudly she would later turn hot pink thinking if any of her neighbours had heard her crazed sexual cries of release.
Sakura flicks her tongue as fast as she can trying to be the female tongue-equivalent of a hummingbird’s wing. At the same time she rolls Minako’s nipple firmly. With her left hand she uses her index finger to flick side-to-side inside her lover’s soaked pussy. As the cries rise to the ceiling Sakura feels Minako’s body shudder and shake. Finally she feels Minako’s pussy walls contract in wild hard spasms like a hand squeezing onto her finger.
“Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh god!”
Minako gasps and cries out wildly in release. Minako’s orgasm rises like a tsunami wave. The cascading sensations turn her entire body into a hot vessel of lust and sated desire. The huge wave crests as her body shakes and twists, her torso torqueing in all directions as she writhes about wiggling on the mattress. Then as quickly as it has crested her wave crashes down into itself. Minako’s arched body and thrusting hips crash back onto the bed sheets. She is gasping for oxygen. Her chest is heaving heavily up and down.
Sakura being a woman knows exactly what to do and slows her tongue almost to a stop. Her licks have become very delicate and her tongue is almost not moving at all. The teasing finger inside her lover’s pussy has stopped moving entirely. Sakura lets the woman she adores drift down in a slow and savoured orgasmic golden after-glow. Minako whimpers soft mews of female delight.
“Please stop kissing my pussy.”
She murmurs softly. With orgasm-weakened limbs Minako tries to push her best friend’s head away from between her thighs. Her pussy is ultra sensitive now.
“Mmm it’s too sensitive Sakura-chan.”
But Sakura is patient. As a woman she understand intimately a woman’s body. Slowly she eases Minako forward with more gentle slow kisses and gentle teasing finger movements. Soon another orgasm is building. Minako has never felt like this before. This time the near exhausted intern has more control of her body and emotions. She is amazed it can all happen yet again. Sakura is so patient as a tender lover. The build-up is so even and measured this time. Could this orgasm be even bigger she wonders?
When it does arrive after a long teasing build-up the final orgasm is the biggest of Minako’s young life. She is dazed and amazed: her brain can barely comprehend how big her release has been. Minako lies exhausted and completely sated on the tiny bed, her legs splayed wide, her arms laying weakly at her side, her body covered in a thin sheen of sex-sweat.
“Oh my god Sakura. That was huge.”
Both girls giggle in tandem. Sakura lifts her juice-covered face and smiles. Minako blushes seeing how happy and beautiful her best friend looks with her face covered in pussy juice after giving her two big orgasms. Was it wrong to love another woman like this? Minako didn’t care. They wouldn’t tell anyone. It could be their special girlfriend secret.
“Now Minako-chan I will teach you how to do the same to me.”
Sakura grinned. Minako blushed hot pink. Could she? Okay no one would know. It was all just innocent fun between best friends right? Minako knew that no longer was true, but that’s what she kept telling her self.
A week later and just before Minako is about to leave on her business trip to Cebu her friend Sakura gives her a small gift. It is a small rectangular package wrapped in pink paper with a bow made of pink satin ribbon.
“What is it Sakura-chan?”
Sakura just smiles and asks Minako to open it. She is blushing. Inside the wrapping is a book. Minako read the title in Japanese, “Sparkling Rain: And Other Fiction From Japan of Women Who Love Women.” Minako is truly touched. Sakura smiles and squeezes her hand.
“We live in a terrible society that in many ways hates and degrades women. I want you to know our feelings…..well….”
Sakura pauses with a tender look on her face.
“What we do together when we are alone Minako-chan.”
They both blush as Sakura hesitates.
“Well it is normal Minako-chan. My feelings for you are real.”
Minako is still confused. Does she feel real “love” for Sakura? Or is it just sex? But she loves John also? Yes she must admit to her friend that her deep feelings were so tender and real. Can you love two people she wonders? She would read the book. Minako looks up and their warm glance meets. Minako reaches out and holds her friend’s hand gently. She is so confused? Who can she dare tell about this new part of her life? Not her sister for sure. If not Akiko then who?
For some reason Minako thinks she might be able to tell John. Strange as it seems the foreigner who had kissed her seems like a man who would not judge her or call her a slut. Maybe? Maybe she could tell John. Well if things worked out and the handsome Canadian wasn’t terribly angry with her.
The flight to Cebu is short. The car taking Minako to the hotel requires only about a twenty-minute ride. Young Minako is nervous the whole journey. Her stomach is full of butterflies. What will she say to John? How will John react? What did this handsome foreigner expect from her? Why did he ask for her to come? Was it real? Should she tell him about Sakura and what has happened between them? Does she dare?
Minako hardly feels like the same woman who had worn that elegant black dress and had been kissed by the older handsome Canadian executive those short weeks ago. She and Sakura have cuddled three more times before the trip. Minako feels older, more of a woman than a girl now. Certainly she feels more assured and confident in her sexuality. Yes so many changes are happening so fast. What will this trip bring? More changes?
So many uncertainties and anxieties swirl in the young woman’s mind. Due to the tropical heat in Cebu the young intern has decided to wear a pair of white shorts and a loose mint green thin cotton top for the trip. On her feet she is wearing comfortable Keds runners and her hair is gathered in the back with a cute hair clip. She fidgets and looks at her perfectly manicured nails. Minako has done them in a pretty new shade of lilac to look perfect for John. Will he notice her nails she wonders?
To be continued……..