The Rent A Man Blues
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What Raleigh had come to find her mother about, was to ask her advice
about something. While Bob and Megan had been tiptoeing through
the minefield of their attraction to each other, Hamako and Raleigh had
"taken a walk" around the yacht, so they could be apart from
Akio. That's because they were talking about him.
"So you agree we should work on Akio and break him down?" asked Raleigh.
"I don't know what that means," said Hamako.
"We tease him, and get him all worked up, and then we shut him down and
tell him he won't get anywhere with either of us until he changes his
ways," said Raleigh. She'd never actually done this, but that's
how she thought it was supposed to work. She didn't think about
what she'd do if Akio actually did
change his ways.
"I'm only now learning how American girls tease," said Hamako. "I
don't know how to do any of this. What do men get worked up
For some reason, the first thing Raleigh thought of was mud
wrestling. She had been at a bar one time, and someone had put a
plastic swimming pool on the stage and filled it with mud. Two
girls had come out from the back and begun "wrestling" in the
pool. The men had gone nuts. It hadn't been overtly sexual,
but everybody knew that all men loved girl-on-girl action.
Raleigh didn't have any lesbian tendencies. She was sure of
that. She had been to slumber parties where girls were naked
together, but there hadn't been any hanky panky. She had a few
girlfriends, both past and present who she felt very close to, but she
didn't have any frame of reference in which to evaluate how she might
feel if there was anything closer than a hug involved. In fact,
Hamako fit that description. So she imagined wrestling with
Hamako in a tub of mud. When that made her laugh, and Hamako
wanted to know why she was laughing, she told the girl about her
To her surprise, Hamako was not put off by the idea.
"Girls are often very close in Japan," said Hamako. "No one talks
about it, but there are many cartoons that show girls being sexy with
other girls, and I know those are very popular with boys and men."
"So ... if we pretended to fool around a little bit ... in front of
Akio ... that wouldn't freak you out?"
"I have several friends in school who are lesbians," said Hamako.
"It makes no difference to me."
"I'm not actually a lesbian," said Raleigh, quickly.
"Neither am I," said Hamako.
"But you think Akio would be excited if we acted like that ... a little
bit, maybe?" Raleigh looked at her friend.
"Possibly," said Hamako.
"To be honest, I'd rather do that than make him think he can try things
with me," said Raleigh.
"But isn't that the point?" asked Hamako. "Don't we want to make him think he can try
things with us?"
"Yes," admitted Raleigh. "It's just that I've never done
this. I mean I've teased guys, but that was guys I wanted to try something with me."
"Well, you have much more experience than I do," said Hamako.
"I've never done anything more than kiss a boy."
"You're kidding!" said Raleigh.
Hamako shook her head. "No I'm not."
"I didn't mean it literally," said Raleigh. "Anyway, never
mind. So what do you think? Should we fool around a little
bit in front of him? Make him think we have a thing for each
other? Make him think he might get a chance at a threesome?
And then, when he doesn't do what we tell him, we shut him down and
leave him with blue balls! Hah!"
All Hamako thought of was turning the tables on a Japanese man ... of
showing him that he was not always in charge ... especially when it
came to being in charge of the sexual actions of Hamako Fukuji!
Unfortunately, just like Raleigh's inexperience with manipulating men
left her ignorant of the dangers of doing so, so too did Hamako fail to
imagine what she would do if the man being manipulated actually toed
And then expected the reward that had been offered for doing so.
But Raleigh, while she might be ignorant about some things, wasn't
stupid, overall. And so she had decided to seek out her mother
and get her advice.
Unfortunately, seeing Bob, naked, with an erection clasped in his hand,
had distracted her from her mission.
Which is why, later that evening, Raleigh and Hamako went ahead with
their ill-advised plan. It was a simple plan. It was to
kiss each other in a place where Akio could see them, and then go to
their cabin, holding hands. They were quite sure he'd get the
inference, and lie awake in his cabin, thinking about what they were
doing behind closed doors in theirs.
Part of what went "wrong" was the fact that Raleigh shared with Hamako
what she had seen in her mother's cabin. As Hamako had
described seeing Akio having sex with his mother, Raleigh's description
of what "must have happened" in the cabin, was titillating to both
girls. For Bob to be naked like that meant that he and Megan were
much closer than she was admitting to. Neither girl stopped to
think about the fact that only
Bob was naked at the time. In other words, they jumped to the
very conclusion that they wanted Akio to jump to about them.
So when they planned their initial "show" for Akio, they were a bit
Which is why, when they waited until they knew Akio was looking their
way, and then kissed each other, the kiss generated a bit more emotion
than either girl was prepared for.
Akio wasn't prepared for the kiss either. His prejudice,
concerning foreigners - gaijin - left him unable to deal with the fact
that the Japanese girl he had been so impressed with, could be involved
with a white girl. His conflict was related to more than just his
xenophobic nature, though. Like many racists, he was strongly
attracted to a female of the race he believed was inferior. That
is to say Raleigh made his dick get hard. His mother had
recognized the signs though, in truth, she didn't know which girl had
gotten him excited. And so he found himself staring at both of the women he ached to be
with, only to find out they were lesbians! And lesbians would
never open their legs for him.
It pissed him off. He rose from the chaise lounge he'd been
sitting in, drinking American bourbon, and lurched, somewhat
unsteadily, toward the two young women, who were still locked in a
Meanwhile, the women Akio Nakimura was stumbling toward, had their own
conflicted emotions to deal with. They had whispered that a kiss,
in front of Akio, would be the first salvo of their "war" to teach him
some manners. These two girls had become friends long ago, when
Megan first found Hamako and hired her. Since then, the Tomlinson
household had become Hamako's refuge from the dormitory, and her home
away from home, in terms of Japan. Her roommate was a good
friend, but their personalities were very different, and they shared no
real interests. She had no sister, but she thought she understood
how sisters felt about each other because of the way she and Raleigh
felt about each other.
But that was before the kiss. Before the kiss, Hamako had felt a
special bond with Raleigh. As soon as her "sister's" lips pressed
warmly to hers, though, she felt the shocking electricity of something extra special. And when
Raleigh's face pulled back, and she opened her eyes, Hamako could tell
the tall girl had felt the same thing.
"Wow," whispered Raleigh. "Why do I want to do that again?"
"Me too," sighed Hamako.
So they did. This time their hands slipped into an embrace, as
they pulled each other's body close. It was the kind of kiss
that, ironically, would have made many a man's penis erect. In
this case, though, the vestigial penises of the women - their
clitorises - were what became erect. The effect is the same on
both men and women.
This time, though, when the kiss broke, they had no time to discuss
their feelings, because Akio had reached them.
"No, no, no!" he complained loudly. "You may not do this!"
"I beg your pardon!" said Raleigh, her arms still around Hamako.
"You must have sex with me!
Not each other!"
"I beg your pardon!" Yelled
Raleigh, "Nobody's going to
have sex with you!"
"You must not have sex with each other!" he insisted.
"You don't get to tell us who
we can and cannot have sex with!" shouted Raleigh.
Things had gotten a bit out of control. As evidenced by the fact
that the row had been overheard. Bob, who had been in the lounge,
waiting while Megan went to the room and got ready for bed, had planned
on giving her a chance to get to sleep before he came in. They
both hoped that would make things easier for them. But when he
stepped out of the lounge to head for the room, he heard the argument,
and saw the three youngsters clustered on the aft deck. Curious,
he wandered in that direction. Akio saw him coming.
"Ha!" he yelped triumphantly. "We'll see what your father has to
say about this!" He was so excited it came out "faddah" and he
actually jumped up and down. He was quite sure that the girls had
hidden their illicit relationship from him, and that he would put
matters right, once he knew. Then he might even give his daughter
to Akio as a way to correct his loss of face.
As Hiroto thought ... he had taught his son to think. And
Sinho hadn't helped. While they made love she cooed to him about
how masterful he was, and how important he'd be some day, and how proud
she'd be of him when he took his rightful place in the world as master
of many people.
"What's the problem?" asked Bob. He saw Hamako's arms around
Raleigh, and one of Raleigh's around the Japanese girl. They were
dressed in their bikinis, and the thought flickered through the
primordial male part of his brain that being in that embrace would feel
very good. He also assumed that Hamako was seeking the protection
of Raleigh, who was gladly offering it. Knowing how at least one
Japanese man thought about things, Bob thought it likely that Akio had
tried to make a move on Hamako.
"These girls lesbians!" said Akio, bouncing on his feet again. He
was grinning for some reason. "They kissing!"
"Is that so?" said Bob, whose mind had been going down one road, only
to be forcibly jerked not only onto another road, but a road in another
dimension. That primordial part of his brain perked up again.
"You tell daughter she not do that!" yelped Akio. "I take her and
show her how man make woman feel!"
Akio was so excited now that his grasp of English was failing.
Raleigh had turned sideways from Hamako, while she showed him such
disrespect, and his eyes had taken in her big, soft breasts, cupped
lovingly in the skimpy material of the bikini. Those breasts were
so completely different than his mothers, which were small and tight,
and hard, even at her age. He wanted desperately to see what
those big things felt like in his hands, and that was distracting him
from rational argument.
"Slow down, there, Godzilla," said Bob, facing the young Japanese
man. "You can't have sex with her." Something possessive
leapt up inside him. "You can't have sex with either of them!"
"Why not?" asked Akio, truly confused. In his world, if he wanted
something, he got it. It was just that simple.
"Because they're mine!" growled Bob.
"What?" The word came from three teenage mouths simultaneously,
as if they had practiced it for hours.
In for a penny, in for a pound, thought Bob. Besides, there was
no way to undo what he had so rashly said.
"I said they're mine.
"But she your daughter!" said Akio, his eyes wide.
"You have sex with your aunt," Bob pointed out. He saw the
boy's eyes move to Hamako. "And she's my concubine. You
can't have either of them." He winced as another thought came to
him, but somehow he knew it was the right way to go. "At
least for now," he added. "Your father says you'll be running the
plant when it's built. We'll see how you do at that, and take
another look at this whole thing then."
Raleigh almost said "Uncle
Bob!" It was such a close thing that she did say "uhhh"
but she choked it off. Her brain caught up with what he was
trying to do. It was crazy, but she understood the intent. "Daddy!" she gushed. "It was
supposed to be a secret!"
"Well, because you two little sluts couldn't control yourselves, the
secret is out," said Bob harshly. He gave another mental
wince. This playing off the cuff stuff was a lot harder than he
would have thought. "Now get to bed! Don't make me spank
those pretty little butts of yours. Go on!"
Hamako had taken in a great breath of air just before Bob had claimed
"ownership" of her as his concubine. She had been so shocked that
she'd just held that breath. Now it came out in a rush and she
dragged in more to say something.
She didn't know what she could say, but she felt like she had to say
something! But Raleigh took her wrist and squeezed.
"Come on, baby," she said, her voice silky. "Don't make daddy
spank you. He’ll leave handprints on you, and you won't be
able to wear that suit if he does, and you know how much I love seeing you in
The two girls scampered to the companionway, leaving Bob and Akio
staring after them. In the dark, those pale, bouncing buttocks
were mesmerizing. Bob thought furiously. What had
just happened could cause horrible complications in so many ways.
"Akio," he said, trying to make his voice deep and powerful.
"This is just between you and me. You're going to be the plant
manager, and we'll be working together. Our working relationships
must be built on trust and respect. What happened tonight is
nobody's business but ours. Do you agree?"
The boy felt like he was being taken into a grown man's
confidence. Even if that man was white, it felt good. He
“And that means it is not for your mother and father to know
about," said Bob. "It is just between us men ... right?"
Akio felt pride at having accomplished ... something. He wasn't
quite sure what it was, but if it involved secrets, he was sure it was
important. He bowed, formally and was surprised when Bob returned
the bow and then offered his hand, for an American handshake.
"I look forward to the day when we can discuss this further," said
Akio, already dreaming again about what Raleigh's breasts might feel
like in his hands, or pressed against his chest.
"Me too," said Bob, wishing he could scream. This was all
insane. But it had happened, and he was stuck with it now.
"See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Tomlinson-san," said Akio, and they strolled toward the
The girls had been too amazed, excited and confused to go to their own
room. Both felt the need to seek out Megan and tell her what had
happened. They were in the midst of that when Bob tried to
slip quietly into the room. The three women looked at the door as
it opened. Through it, past Bob, they saw Akio's wide eyes
staring back at them. Bob came in and closed the door.
"I thought I told you two to go to bed!" he hissed.
"We couldn't!" moaned Raleigh. "We had to talk to Mom."
"And I suppose you told her what happened," he groaned.
"Why wouldn't they?" asked Megan. "By the way, what caused you to
suddenly go insane?"
"Those two," snorted Bob, pointing at the girls. "And did
it occur to either of you that I might not want Megan to know about all
"Why not?" asked Megan and her daughter, together.
Hamako, who'd had time to think a little bit, was actually enjoying all
this. Nothing even remotely this exciting had ever happened to
her. She was a smart girl. She realized that what Bob had
said, ridiculous as it was, was intended to solve a problem. And
Akio was a problem.
That much was obvious. And Bob's adoption of her as his
"concubine" was not only funny and heartwarming ... it was
brilliant! It was also a little flattering, in a way that a white
girl, raised in America, couldn't understand. In fact, if Hamako
had to be anyone's concubine, she was pretty sure that she couldn't do
much better than being Bob's. So she was feeling a little happy at the
moment ... a little safe. And that let her be a little flippant.
"He wants to keep us all for himself," she said, grinning.
Her joy was dampened by the look Bob shot her, but all she did was
assume her normal, comfortable, submissive attitude.
"Really, Bob," said Megan. "What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking!" snapped
Bob. "Why don't you ask the girls what they were thinking when they were
kissing each other in front of Akio?"
Megan blinked. There had been a very quick mention in the initial
babble the girls did upon entering the room, about a kiss. But
that had been left in the dust by the pronouncement that Bob had told
Akio he was having incest with Raleigh, and just plain sex with
Hamako. Now she thought about that.
"Yes," she said, slowly. "What's this about a kiss?"
Raleigh went quiet as she remembered those kisses. She hadn't
processed all those feelings yet. She glanced at Hamako, who was
looking down at the deck.
"We were trying to make him jealous," she said.
"What? Why?" Megan sounded angry.
Neither adult was happy when the girls finished explaining what they
had been trying to do.
"Who cares what he thinks?" said Megan. "He's just a man!
Maybe he's going to run the plant, but that doesn't mean you have to
care what he thinks!"
"What he thought," said Bob, into the silence. "What he thinks
now could make a difference. If he tells his father about this,
he may pull out."
"So what are we supposed to do?" asked Megan, throwing up her hands.
"Play it out," said Bob. "At least until his parents go
home. Once he's living in the states, we can have him over and
Americanize him and explain things."
The three women were as quiet as mice. They looked at each other.
"You mean we pretend to be this harem of yours," said Megan. "For
maybe months." She frowned.
"Not months. Just until his parents go home," said Bob.
"So for three more days, we have to act like we're your harem," said
Megan, her voice tight.
"Not you," said Bob, uncomfortable at the sound of danger in her
voice. "All you have to act like is my wife."
"Do we get to kiss him?" asked Hamako, who was beginning to think this
whole thing was some kind of complicated American joke.
"No, you do not get to kiss
him!" snapped Megan.
Hamako just smiled.
"And stop kissing each other too!" moaned Megan. "Now, I'm going
to bed. You two get out of here."
"We can't," said Raleigh. She went on to explain. "He was
out there. He saw us in here. He thinks Uncle Bob is
spending the night in here with all three of us. He thinks we're
having sex. If we leave, and go to our room, and he sees or hears
us, he's going to get suspicious."
"Well just where do you plan on sleeping, young lady?" asked her
Raleigh looked at the bed. It was a little bigger than a full
sized bed. Three might be able to crowd into it, but not
four. Not unless someone lay on top of someone else.
"I'll sleep on the floor," said Bob. There was just enough room
for him to stretch out.
"And what do you plan to sleep in?" asked Megan, calmly.
The girls looked at their bikinis. They had stepped under the
fresh water shower just before they kissed each other. They had
planned on going straight to their room, where they could change into
their sleepwear. Their suits were still damp.
Bob pulled off the tank top he'd been wearing. Work on the ranch
had kept him in good shape. He didn't have a lot of muscle, but
what he did have was well toned. The three women looked at his
naked chest. He made a blindfold of the shirt and lay down on the
"Turn out the light. I can see just a little bit under the edge
of this thing." He adjusted the knot to make a pillow, of
sorts. "And try not to step on me, okay?"
Nobody stepped on him.
It ended up being much worse
Megan got into bed first, and faced the hull of the boat. She was
Hamako and Raleigh looked at each other. Raleigh took her bikini
off first. Hamako stared, and then did likewise. The
Japanese girl looked down and her skin flushed. Raleigh stepped
over Bob and got into bed next to her mother, back to back. She
waved at Hamako to get her attention, and pointed at the light
switch. Hamako reached to turn it off, and then stepped over
where her memory told her Bob's body was lying. As she lay down
next to Raleigh, her friend draped an arm over her and pulled her
close. What, only a night ago, would have been very upsetting to
Hamako, now seemed only incredibly intimate, as she felt Raleigh's big,
soft, hot breasts press up against her own smaller ones.
"Is this okay?" whispered Raleigh in her ear.
Hamako nodded. Her mind was rushing. All this was so new
and exciting and interesting. She was quite sure she'd never get
to sleep. Then Raleigh's face came near in what was meant to be a
brush of lips. She hit Hamako's cheek, by accident though, and
decided that was enough.
Hamako wasn't aware of it, but within ten minutes, she was fast asleep.
It was about two hours later that Hamako rolled backwards, fell off the
bed, and landed on top of Bob.
When Bob awoke there was warm, naked woman on top of him. She
felt tense ... scared. A tiny voice whispered "Oh noooo."
She wasn't all that heavy. His mind sorted out that the breasts
pushing against him had to be Hamako's, because of their size. It
wasn't hard to figure out what had happened. He put his arms
around her and pushed his lips into a mass of tangled hair.
"Shhhh," he went. She went stiff. "Don't panic," he
whispered. "You just fell out of bed, that's all."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered back.
"If this is the worst thing that happens to me on this trip, then I'm
in good shape," he whispered back.
She giggled. "What should I do? If I stand up, I'll step on
"You can just stay where you are, if you want to," he said.
"You're not that heavy."
"I can't stay here," she whispered. "I'm naked!"
"Do you hear me complaining?" In the silence that followed, he
wondered if that had been too much. "I promise to be a good
boy. I won't do anything," he added.
It was a long pause, but finally she said "Okay."
He could feel her relax on top of him. He realized he was hard,
but he still had on his shorts, so that wouldn't hurt anything.
They had both just drifted off, when Raleigh came crashing down on top
of them both.
Megan woke to light streaming in through the porthole above the
bed. She was on her back, spread out in the bed like she normally
slept. Something seemed wrong about that, and suddenly she
remembered the previous night.
She lifted her head. She appeared to be alone in the stateroom.
How had they gotten up and managed to leave without waking her up?
She rolled over and sat up, putting her feet on the deck.
Except they didn't reach the deck. Instead she heard a female
voice say "Ow!" as her feet hit bare skin.
She pulled them back and got to her hands and knees, crawling to look
over the edge of the bed. She saw her daughter, and Hamako, both
stark naked, lying on top of who could only be Bob. All she could see
of him was his legs, which were bare. With horror, she realized
Bob had had sex with both girls during the night!
"No!" she shouted.
The mass of humanity below her moved, writhing as if it was all part of
one homogeneous alien body. Voices came into play. Hamako
and Raleigh struggled to their feet, both straddling Bob's body.
Megan could see he still had his shorts on, and immediately felt
foolish. The blindfold lay beside Bob's head, where it had fallen
off sometime during the night. Bob rubbed his eyes. When he
opened them, they darted above him ... in two distinct places.
Moans were produced by the two young women, who both covered their sex
with one hand, while reaching for towels on the wall rack with the
other. Both young women had arrived at a place they simply
couldn't adapt to, and with a moan, Hamako reached for the door handle
and opened it. Bob had to move his feet, but as soon as the door
was open, Hamako dashed out, followed closely by Raleigh, both trying
to wrap towels around themselves as they dashed for their room.
Bob looked up to see Megan, still on all fours, looking at the open
door. He reached with a foot and nudged the door closed, before
sitting up. Megan's nightgown was sagging, and provided an
unrestricted view of her heavy, hanging breasts. Bob stared at
them unabashedly. Megan, seeing where his eyes were, looked
"Pervert," she said, calmly.
His eyes never moved.
"Nothing perverted about me," he said. "I just know beautiful
breasts when I see them. The place was fucking crammed with them
a minute ago."
"Don't curse," said Megan, making no move to restrict his view.
"I have to curse," he said. "Otherwise, I'd be attacking
you. I just spent the night with two nubile teenage girls
sleeping on top of me ... naked ... and I didn't get a single fucking
kiss out of the deal."
She looked straight at him. "Don't curse, Bob."
He stood up. She sat down, Indian style. Her nightgown was
an old fashioned one, but made of light, cotton cloth. All she
had on under it were pink panties. When she sat, she pulled the
nightgown up so she could cross her bare legs. The panties
showed, but weren't completely uncovered.
"Don't tease me," he said.
"You just spent the night with two naked girls sleeping on top of
you. And yet, you didn't do anything. You didn't take
advantage. That foolish young man thinks you're having sex with
them. I suspect both of them have entertained that thought
before, and after last night, they'll be thinking about it even
harder. But I don't think you should have sex with them."
"You don’t' think I should have sex with you either," he pointed
"I don't know what to think," she admitted. "I'm so freaked out
by all this, that I just don't know how to process it."
"So you're giving me a chance to take advantage of you," he said.
She shrugged. "Maybe I am. I have no idea what I'm doing."
She squealed as he suddenly moved, pushing her backwards, and landed,
lying on top of her. When she'd fallen, her legs had flown apart,
and he landed between them. His shorts pushed into her pink
panties. His hands had captured her wrists, and pinned them to
the bed. He humped her, just once, and slowly.
"You drive me crazy," he said softly, his lips almost touching
hers. She had a grimace on her face and she was tight, tense with
fright. "But if we ever decide to do this, I want you to know
what you're doing. I don't want there to be any regrets.”
He kissed her then, but not hard, and not long. He humped her
again, slowly, staring into her startled eyes. He waited until he
felt her start to relax, and then let her go. He pushed up and stood
"You hungry?" he asked, as if nothing had happened.
"You are insane!," she accused. He realized she was panting.
"Can I watch you get dressed?" he asked, grinning.
She sat up again and stared at him. He saw her brow un-furrow,
and her face relax.
"Yes," she said. "Then
we can eat."
He stood, silent as she got up and lifted the nightgown over her
head. When she changed panties, she turned away from him and
almost hit him with her naked bottom as she bent over.
This time ... she didn't put on a bra.
She just tied the tails of her shirt under her breasts.
She turned to stand, looking at his eyes drinking her in. She
hadn't felt like this in what seemed like forever. It felt good,
and yet she still felt guilty for some reason.
"Are you going to breakfast in just your shorts?" she asked, sweetly.
It was when he took them off to put on fresh clothes that she knew she
was in deep trouble.
Ten feet away, Raleigh and Hamako stood, panting, inside their cabin,
staring at each other.
"Can you believe this?" gasped Raleigh.
"I never even dreamed of anything like this when I came to America,"
replied Hamako with short, quick breaths.
"I never dreamed of anything like this and I was born in America!" said Raleigh.
"We slept on Bob last night," sighed Hamako.
"We slept with Bob last
night!" yipped Raleigh.
"Not like you mean it," said Hamako. "Nothing happened."
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it wasn't exciting."
"It was," agreed Hamako, flushing.
"And we kissed each other!" said Raleigh. "That was very strange."
Raleigh looked at her friend. She spoke nervously. "I kind
of liked it ... a little. Does that bother you?"
Hamako felt a rush of something inside her that felt very good.
She had been afraid there was something wrong with her, but in her
mind, Raleigh Tomlinson was just fine, and if Raleigh had liked it,
then it was okay for her to like it as well.
"No," she said. "I liked it too. I was afraid I was a
lesbian, though. And then he called us that. I got very
Raleigh undid her towel and tossed it on the bed.
"Nonsense," she said. "Did you like sleeping on Bob?"
"Very much," admitted Hamako. "That was scary too, at first, but
he made me feel safe."
"And if he'd have wanted to kiss you ... would you have let him?"
"Yes," said Hamako, without pause.
"And if he'd wanted to do some other things ... touch you, maybe ...
would you have let him?"
"I think yes," said Hamako.
"Me too. I still like men. You do too. As far as I'm
concerned, we just enjoyed something together. It doesn't make us
lesbians. We're both still interested in men.
"I like that idea," said Hamako. "But I still feel odd being
naked with you."
"You're not naked," said Raleigh, pointing at the towel that was still
around Hamako's body. Her hand lurched, grabbed that towel and
pulled too quickly for Hamako to react. The towel landed beside
Raleigh's. "Now you're
naked," said Raleigh, grinning.
They stared at each other. Both had been naked with women in the
past, but this felt different somehow.
"Does this bother you?" asked Raleigh.
"No," said Hamako. "It's confusing. I thought it would, but
it doesn't. I'm so small next to you, though."
Raleigh hefted her big breasts. "These things get in the way
sometimes. And they hurt when I run. Sometimes having big
boobs is a pain in the ass."
"I should think they're a pain in the chest," said Hamako, her face
Raleigh reacted before she realized Hamako was teasing her, and that
led to an impromptu hug, with each girl's face beside the other.
"Now this is weird," said Raleigh, feeling her breasts mashing against
"You're so warm!" said the Japanese girl.
They pulled back enough that they could look into each other's eyes.
"Is this really okay with you?" asked Raleigh, her voice soft.
"Even if I suddenly feel like kissing you again?"
For answer, Hamako reached up to the taller girl's lips with her own.
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