The Rent A Man Blues
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Once Megan had her clothes on, Bob left the room, telling her he'd go
and have the cook start an omelet for her. He found the dining
empty, save for Akio, who was nursing a glass of tomato juice. He
looked up at Bob and smiled.
"I thought about this last night," he said. "I want to be just
you. I wish to have many women, and have them do as I tell them."
"That's part of the problem, Akio," said Bob, sitting down across from
the boy. "Things are different in America. Here, we don't
women what to do."
"Why not?" asked the boy.
"Well, it just doesn't work well that way. You have to ask the
to do something they already want to do. Then they're happy to do
"But if they already want to do it, they aren't doing it for you!" said
"I know it looks that way," said Bob. "But in many cases, they
want to admit they want to do
it. Then, when they say they are
it for you, they make it your
"I do not understand this," said Akio. "Can you explain it more?"
"Well," said Bob, thinking back to last night. "In America, we
have concubines. American women don't want to be called
Hamako comes from a country where concubines are common. But
she's here in America, she doesn't want to admit that she is
comfortable with that kind of life. So if she says she is doing
only to please me, then it becomes my fault that she's a concubine ...
and not that she chose to be one."
"Ahhhh," said Akio, smiling. "This, I understand. But with
women, how do you manage? How do you schedule them to please you?"
Bob swallowed. "First off, you must never ask another man that
question. You may joke about the difficulty of drawing up such
schedules, but it is impolite to ask an American man directly about his
"I am so sorry," said Akio. "I meant no disrespect."
"I understand that, and I'm not angry. I must admit, though, that
women draw up the schedule. I know it appears as though they are
serving me, but in reality, I service them when they wish to be
serviced. It just works better that way. If I respond to
and needs, they are much happier, and when they are happy, my life is
"This American way of dealing with women is very strange," said
"But the women are very calm around you, and do not argue with you, or
show you disrespect. So this strange method must work well.
will be living in America, so perhaps I should learn how to do this."
"I think you would be well served if you did," said Bob.
"But I thought you said you serve them." Akio sounded confused.
"When you serve them, they serve you in return," said Bob.
"Aha! Yes, I understand!" Akio looked very pleased.
What probably sealed Akio's now high opinion of Bob was the fact that
the girls appeared and came to sit, one on each side of Bob. Both
leaned to lay their heads on his shoulders, and their hands on his
"Morning, Daddy," said Raleigh.
"Morning, Nushi," sighed Hamako.
Akio stiffened at Hamako's word, but then relaxed.
Bob wanted to swat both girls.
"Girls, I thought you understood me. You will behave yourselves
public. You will not embarrass me in front of Akio's parents, or
people who run this boat. Is that clear?"
Both girls sat up straight. Raleigh rose and went to the other
side of the table, to sit by Akio.
"Akio? May I sit beside you? I know we cannot be anything
friends, but I would not embarrass my father by showing how I feel
Bob wanted to growl, but Akio's face lit up, and he realized that,
without having to play the role of potential mate, she was now free to
be more friendly to the boy. That would make him happy, and if he
happy, perhaps he would be more inclined to cooperate further.
Hamako, he noticed, did not change seats. Instead, she became her
usual self. "How do we ask for food?" she inquired at large.
"Go to the kitchen and just tell them what you want," said Akio.
Hamako got up and turned to Bob. "What do you wish to eat,
Bob-san? I will be happy to get it for you."
A naughty thought went through Bob's mind as he remembered her jumping
"Waffles, if they have them," he said. "And see if they can do an
egg and cheese omelet for Megan."
She bowed. "Instantly, Nushi," she said.
"He told you to stop that!" barked Akio. Then his face stilled
eyes darted to Bob. "I am sorry. It is not my place to
Bob had no idea what "nushi" meant, but it had gotten Akio's
attention. And she must have known it would. That meant she
testing her limits, and he wondered why.
"Go tell them what we want, and then return to your cabin," Bob said,
his voice gruff. "I will come speak to you there."
Her face was fascinating to watch, as it registered more than one
emotion. There was shock, and then a slight frown, followed by
could only be interpreted as interest. Finally she smiled
She bowed again.
"Yes, Bob-san. I will do as you say."
She whirled and jogged to the kitchen. Bob stood. Raleigh
stood too, looking alarmed.
"You stay here, and keep our guest company," said Bob, just as gruffly.
Her eyes flashed, but then her face calmed.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
Bob actually had to move to one side as Hamako brushed past him on her
way to her cabin. She opened the door, went in and closed the
behind her. He half expected to find it locked when he got there,
it was not.
She was standing in the middle of the room, her hands clasped in front
of her, looking down, submissively.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" he asked.
"You told him I was your concubine. I am only trying to act like
"What's that word you called me?"
"Nushi?" she finally darted a glance up at him. "It means master
... lover." She flushed.
"I see," he said. "Does this game make you uncomfortable?"
He could see the distress in her body as she actually shuddered.
Again, she looked up at him. Her eyes and chin started to go back
downward but he reached to put a finger under it.
"You can look at me, Hamako," he said. "You can talk to me as
well. You have nothing to fear."
"I know that!" she said, with force. "That's part of the problem!"
"Can you explain that to me?"
"Too much has happened," she said, miserably. "I don't know what
think. I have never slept with a man at all, much less
naked! I know
that isn't the normal meaning of that phrase, but for me it was
unthinkable. And yet ... it has happened! I have
never kissed a
girl. I would never have thought
to kiss a girl! And yet,
happened. I have never pretended to be a mistress. And yet
I am doing
that. I have never appeared naked, or nearly naked in public, and
all day yesterday that's how I was. So much has happened that I
know what to think."
"Are you unhappy?" he asked, his voice calm.
"No. And that is another part of the problem. I like all
that have happened to me. They are not who I am, and yet I have
more fun in the last two days than I had the rest of my
also been more terrified in the last two days than I ever was
But even that has been
something I am glad has happened. I feel
am about to break into shards, which will float off into the sky."
"Come here," he said softly, opening his arms.
Finally, she lifted her chin high. There was something vibrant on
her face, a look of challenge, or warning.
"Do not toy with my emotions," she said. "Last night was
wondrous for me. Never
have I felt like I felt while I lay with
Never have I felt so safe. Never have I felt so cherished.
this is silly, but be careful of what you tell me to do, because I will
obey you. If I don't, I will go crazy, Bob-san. I
will surely go
"All I'm going to do is hug you," he said. "And believe it or
understand some of what you're feeling. You're very attractive,
Hamako. It was not easy to keep my hands off of you last
night. But I
don't want to lead you on, either. I'm not going to take advantage of
you. As delightful as it would be to have that kind of
with you, you can do much better than me."
She blinked. "You are insane. Are all American men insane
this?" She flowed into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
his chest and then looked up at him. "I have never had a
Nushi. If I
ever do, I hope he is like you."
"Careful, girl," he said. "You're making this awfully tempting."
She kissed his chest again. "Some man will lie with me for the
time ... have sekkusu with me. Why shouldn't it be you? I
know I am
being silly, but right now, if you wanted me to be your aijin ...
mistress ... I think I would like that."
"I was going to give you a few swats on the behind," said Bob. "I
think I've changed my mind. I think we need to get out of here."
She backed up and bowed.
"I will behave as if I have been punished."
When Bob entered the dining room, he saw that Megan had arrived.
was already eating and his waffles were sitting there, waiting for him.
"Bob Tomlinson!" yelped Megan, standing up and dropping her fork on the
table. "What did you do?"
Bob was confused, until he realized she was looking past him. He
turned to find Hamako, shuffling along behind him. The tracks of
were obvious on her cheeks. She scrubbed at them and turned
"You little vixen," he said, under his breath. He turned back to
Megan. Raleigh had stood too, and was trying to see past
hadn't seen the tear-stained cheeks.
But Akio had, and he looked pleased with himself.
"I had to punish her," said Bob. He marched up to sit
beside Akio, so he could wink, repeatedly at Megan.
"Oh," said Megan, her voice flat. When Hamako sat beside her, she
embraced the girl. Bob could hear Hamako whispering into Megan's
"Eat your waffles before they get cold," said Megan, looking at Bob,
and then went back to her omelet.
"Are we going swimming again today?" asked Raleigh, as if nothing had
"If you wish it, then so it shall be," said Akio, smiling broadly.
The rest of the day would have met the expectations of just about any
vacationer. They swam, and fished. The fish they caught
over to the cook, who said they would be prepared for dinner.
were drinks, and sunbathing. Both girls warmed up to Akio a bit,
he got in the water with them, floating while Hamako asked questions
about how things were in Japan, and he filled her in on what had
changed since she left.
Bob and Megan sat in the shade, with Hiroto and Sinho. There was
little conversation, but since Sinho spoke almost no English, and her
husband had to translate anything she was asked or said, she was only
minimally involved in that. She did turn her eyes toward Akio and
girls frequently, but somehow seemed to understand that the girls were
no longer a threat. After lunch, she and Hiroto went
to their cabin
without comment. They stayed there for almost two hours, while
Megan joined the others in the water.
Dinner was everything anyone could ask for. Afterward, the
people wandered toward the front of the boat. It was obvious that
was no longer persona non grata. Bob wondered if he had altered
approach, or was just learning how to interact with girls in
When Hiroto and Bob began talking about construction schedules, and
production targets, Sinho somehow knew they were talking
arose and went to their cabin, returning in her one piece
Her dive off the boat was clean and graceful, and she swam as if she
had been born to it. Megan wanted to stay, eavesdropping on the
but she knew Bob would tell her what was said, so she got up and joined
Sinho. The two women simply swam together, moving through the
around the boat in circles.
Drinks under the stars got them all a little giddy, especially when the
captain put on some big band music and the older couples danced for
half an hour or so. The beat was wrong for the three youngsters,
though, so they just sat and watched. Eventually, though, Hiroto
announced he and his wife were going to bed, and left. Akio
up. Instead, he kept nursing his drink. Raleigh stood and
went to the
table across the room where her mother and Bob were finishing their
drinks. She addressed Bob.
"Are we sleeping in your room again tonight?" she asked.
"No," said Megan, instantly.
The girl looked at her mother. "Akio was very curious about how
felt about sharing the same man. Hamako told him several times it
wasn't appropriate for him to ask questions about that, but he kept
coming back to it. I think it turns him on. He's very
American sexual practices."
"No," said Megan, again.
"So is Uncle Bob going to come to our room for a while?" she
"No!" barked Megan.
"You're hogging him," complained the girl, but she grinned.
"When we get back, and the Nakimuras are gone, then you can chase him
around like a fool," sniffed Megan.
"Well, I should at least get
a good night kiss." Raleigh glanced
Akio and Hamako, who were talking about something. The inference
the purpose for the kiss was to further their ruse, concerning Akio,
"That's ridiculous," said Megan.
"No it's not," argued the girl.
Megan turned to Bob. "Tell her, Bob."
For Bob, what was happening was both fascinating and fun. He
had two women compete for his attention in a long time. He didn't
think for a minute that either of these women were serious about having
a relationship with him, but it was still fun to see them get jealous
of each other. It made him feel good.
"She might have a point," he said, shrugging.
Megan folded her arms and frowned.
"Men are such pigs," she said softly. "Don't turn on the light
when you come to the room. I'll be trying to sleep!"
She left. Raleigh looked contrite, but Bob knew it was an act.
"You know, she's still going to be your mother when this is all over
and things go back to normal," said Bob.
"Who says things will go back to normal?" Raleigh looked over at Akio
and Hamako. "He's staying here. Or at least he'll be coming
the plant is built. You're going to have to keep play-acting
know him well enough to tell him the truth.”
"As far as I'm concerned, he can know the truth as soon as we sign the
contracts," said Bob. "He can be as ticked off as he wants then,
contract is a contract."
"I don't want him to be mad," said Raleigh. "He's actually not
bad guy, when you get to know him. He's just been taught all
things that are wrong."
"Well, you can educate him all you want after the contracts are
signed," said Bob.
"Which is why I think you should kiss me good night," she said.
"So he can see it."
Bob's hand came up and he captured Raleigh's jaw gently, making her
look into his face.
"So it's all just for him," he said. "You wouldn't be doing
something silly, like developing feelings for me, would you?"
Her eyes jittered nervously, but her voice was calm as she answered.
"Feelings? For an old geezer like you? Uncle Bob, please."
He dropped his hand from her jaw, but then snaked it around her slim
waist and pulled her to him.
"Okie dokie," he said.
And then he kissed her, long and hard.
He didn't try to use his tongue. But his hands mauled her
ass. He was
almost astonished when her tongue pressed insistently against his lips,
demanding entry. When he gave it to her, the kiss turned hot,
undeniably sexual, as she writhed against him.
When they came up for air, Raleigh went limp in his arms. He held
as their faces separated. Feeling a presence he looked to his
only to find Hamako standing there, only a foot away. Akio was
standing, his eyes wide, shifting from foot to foot, five or six feet
"Are we sleeping with you again tonight, Bob-san?" she asked, loudly
enough to be heard by someone twenty feet away. Bob didn't think
ever heard her speak that loudly before. He smiled, imagining
Megan would be saying if she was there.
"No," said Raleigh, dreamily. "Mom feels neglected. She
said she gets him all to herself tonight."
Bob arched one eyebrow. That kiss had been for real. He was
that. She had real feelings for him, and he recognized his own
feelings for her. Her comment about Megan, though, was just part
the production that was being put on to keep Akio at bay.
And she was
a consummate actor, because even he believed her in that moment.
He suddenly remembered doing some acting in high school, and how easy
it was to get caught up in the mood of the play. Maybe that was
was going on.
"You two girls can entertain yourselves tonight," he said. He saw
actually sway, and catch himself. He wondered if the boy would
his penis out, masturbating later, and grinned.
"Not until I get my goodnight kiss too," said Hamako. Her voice
wasn't as loud now, but was still firm.
So Bob let go of his niece, and kissed his translator. She
allowed a French kiss, returning it eagerly.
And his hands mauled her firm butt cheeks too.
When Bob let himself into the room it was, in fact, dark. He was
actually glad for that, because it made the fact that he had an
erection easier to deal with. He was wearing a pair of loose
shorts, and a tank top. The shorts made it clear what was going
inside them. He hadn't hidden that from either the girls or Akio,
though he didn't know for sure if any of them had seen it. He
waited around after that kiss.
In the light of the open door, Bob saw Megan was in her long, cotton
nightgown again, on her side, facing the hull, like the night
He closed the door quietly and took off his shirt. If he removed
shorts, he'd be naked, so he just left them on. He almost lay
the floor again, but remembered the aches and pains he'd had that
morning. Of course some of that was because he had more than 200
pounds of naked girls on top of him, but the floor was hard, and the
carpet stiff and scratchy. He tried to ease onto the bed as
possible, so as not to wake Megan up.
She was still awake, as it turned out.
She rolled to her back, her shoulder touching Bob's.
"It's hot," she complained.
"Open the porthole," he suggested.
"What about the bugs?"
"There are no bugs at sea, Megan," said Bob, gently.
She sat up. Bob's eyes had adjusted to the dark, so that even the
little starlight coming through the little window was enough to
backlight her as she got to her knees beside the porthole. She
it and pushed her face into the little circle, blotting out the light
again. She inhaled deeply.
It was only ten or fifteen seconds after she had lay back down that she
complained "I'm still hot."
"Take off your nightgown, then," he said.
"You'd like that," she replied, sounding surly.
"Actually ... I would," he said softly.
She was quiet for another long minute.
"Will you behave yourself? It's really hot, Bob."
"You want me to sleep on the floor again?" he asked.
There was a pause, and then a quiet "No."
He did nothing. It was maybe two more minutes before she got to
knees again. He could see her lifting the cotton garment over her
head. He would always say it was instinct that made him do it,
while she was making the mattress shake with her movements, he reached
with both hands and pushed his shorts to his knees. Pulling one
out, he used the free foot to push them the rest of the way down and
off, onto the floor.
His hand went to his stiff cock, even stiffer now as he saw her naked
silhouette in the starlight, before she lay back down. He noticed
lay in such a way as not to touch him.
Maybe four or five minutes went by and he listened to her
breathing didn't change ... didn't slow. She turned, and her
brushed his again. She pounded her pillow with a fist, and then
still. He stroked himself slowly, not trying to have an orgasm,
simply because it felt good.
She turned again, and he could sense that, this time, she lay facing
him. He felt the light touch of her breath on his skin.
She turned a third time, onto her back, this time. Her hand fell
between them, and touched his hip.
He heard her breathing stop. The back of her hand pressed to his naked
"You're naked, Bob," she whispered.
"Yeah," he said. "It's hot."
"No it's not," she said immediately.
"Well that's what you said."
"Damn you, Bob!" she moaned.
Now he was the one who turned, rolling toward her. He could feel
flinch away, backing into the hull. He knew his erection hit her,
not where. It turned out to land on her hand. He found that
she gripped him.
"You're hard," she whined.
"Yeah," he said again. "That's what happens when a woman excites
"Don't do this to me, Bob," she moaned.
"I'm not doing anything, honey," he said.
"Yes you are." Her hand squeezed his dick gently.
It was that squeeze that communicated more than her voice could.
least more than she'd let it. He recognized in her a want ... a
actually ... that she would continue to deny was there. He
a girl he'd dated for a while in college. Martha had been like
She wanted sex badly, but didn't feel like it was right to
she put herself in situations where men would take advantage of her,
and then blamed it all on them. She had been a wild and
lover, but the recriminations later were ugly and he moved on, looking
for a more well-adjusted woman. They seemed to be few and far
between. He blamed American sexual culture for that.
He leaned forward and found her lips in the dark. She didn't
he kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, that lasted a long time.
"Now I'm doing something," he
said, when he leaned back.
"Oh Bob," she whispered.
He could actually smell her
And when he got to his knees over her, and she adjusted her position,
moving to the middle of the bed, he could hear her breath rate
She spread her legs for him, and he knew then, that it would be all
What he had detected with his nose had her more than ready for
Nothing had plumbed those depths in a over a decade, but her tissues
hadn't forgotten what to do. That her hand came to find him and
him, made him hard as diamond. It took a lot of will to enter her
one, long, slow push, rather than cramming her full in a frantic lunge.
Her groan of ecstasy almost made him lose it, and he stayed deep,
pushing, trying to crush her clit, willing his own orgasm into her, to
avoid this being over much
"Ohhhh Bob," she groaned, writhing against him, suddenly very strong,
and able to lift his body with hers.
Both were much too inflamed to make it last. Her orgasm announced
itself through her tortured vocal cords as she sounded like someone was
killing her slowly. His deep groan of completion joined hers as
jetted his essence into her belly, pushing as hard as he could,
instinctively trying to get deeper than was possible.
He came out of her as they got comfortable in the narrow bed again, but
they stayed in each other's arms, trading kisses in the dark.
They kissed much longer than they had actually had intercourse, until
she dozed off. He breathed in her scent for a few moments longer,
then succumbed to sleep as well.
In the morning, Bob woke to find her awake, just staring at him.
had separated during the night. She was on her side, with her
the wall again. But she wasn't trying to get away from him.
was propped up on her hand. Her pillow was in her arm pit,
her shoulder. He couldn't read what was in her eyes.
"You okay?" he asked.
She blinked once. "Probably not."
"It's not the end of the world, Megan," he said.
"It's the end of one world," she responded. "It's the beginning
of a new one. I can't pretend it just didn't happen, Bob."
"I don't want you to," he said.
"I still have to figure out what it means," she said.
"How old are you?" he asked.
She looked confused.
"What? I'm thirty-six. Why?"
"You're barely thirty-six," he said. "The way I figure it, you
least thirty or forty years to figure out what it means. You
have to be in a hurry."
Her eyes, which had been on his face, wandered to his chest ... and
"It's always that way in the morning," he said.
"I know. I used to wake up with a man on a regular basis," she
"Is that the problem?" asked Bob, thinking her memories of Sam were
causing her pain.
"Sam?" she said, confirming part of his assumption. "No. I
know he'd want me to be happy."
"So be happy," he said.
"It's not that easy, Bob," she said.
"Why?" he asked. "I know what we agreed to do, but last night
part of the act. I don't think either of us were pretending last
"I agree," she said. "But there are two other women on this boat
would gladly have traded places with me last night. One of them
"That's silly," said Bob. Then he remembered Raleigh's good night
kiss. Hamako's had been only slightly less passionate.
infatuated," he added.
"Raleigh doesn't get infatuated," said Megan. "Whenever she dated
boy, it was to find out if he was the one. If he wasn't, she didn't
keep dating him. And Hamako is a completely different girl since
started this whole insane plan. I don't think they're doing as
acting as they'd like everyone to believe. Both of those girls
gone through some very important changes on this little jaunt we're on,
and you are a big part of that.
Had Megan and Bob been able to see into the cabin next to theirs, she
would have smiled smugly, as what was going on there proved she was
That's because, when the two girls woke up, they didn't talk about what
had happened the night before. They simply repeated it.
When Akio had followed them to their cabin, like a puppy, both girls
were on an emotional high from the goodnight kisses they had gotten
from Bob. They had both been kissed before. Both had been
steamy goodnight kisses before. But neither had been given a
kiss under circumstances that were that
emotional for them. Both
were turned on. And Akio's presence was unnerving, because while
interest in both girls was plain, he was not a viable option for either
of them to use in pursuit of sexual relief.
Raleigh's solution to the Akio problem was to stop at their door and
pull Hamako into a kiss. It didn't make any sense, in terms of
girls with lesbian intent would act. If they were going to make
they'd go inside the room and do that ... not start for no reason
outside the door, while some random person watched.
But it worked. At least in terms of announcing to Akio that
nothing had changed. He wasn't getting any pussy that night.
But his fantasies had just received an infusion, so he took it like the
man he was trying to be.
"I will see you in the morning," he said, bowing.
Hamako, staring into Raleigh's eyes after the kiss, said something in
Japanese, and he went down the hall to his own room. The two
stood, frozen for a moment, and then Raleigh turned and opened the door.
Once inside, neither spoke. Both undressed, getting out of the
and blouses they had worn for dinner. Raleigh reached into her
suitcase for fresh panties and a T shirt, which was what she normally
wore to bed. She held them, waiting for Hamako to get her own
nightclothes. But the girl didn't move.
"What is happening to me?" asked Hamako, suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"Why do I like kissing Bob?" She blinked. "And kissing
you?" she added.
"I know why you like kissing Bob," said Raleigh. "And I like
kissing you too."
"Are we lovers?" Hamako sounded confused.
"No," said Raleigh, but there was some doubt in her voice.
"Are we going to be lovers?"
Raleigh was silent for a long moment. "I don't know," she finally
said. "Do you want to?"
Hamako's normal subservient attitude couldn't deal with this kind of
issue, so it sank into the background, and the American part of her
came to the fore.
"I can't believe you asked me that," she said.
"I know," said Raleigh, slumping. "I don't know what's
happened. Everything seems to have changed all of a sudden."
"It's the lie that we are Bob's women," said Hamako. "That
"But it's a lie!" said Raleigh.
"Is it?" Hamako stood, naked, hands on her hips. She was
which some part of her mind registered as being preposterous. But
ignored that. "If he came in here right now and said he wanted
flop down on the bed like a whore."
"You're not a whore, Hamako," said Raleigh, her voice tight.
"I know that. But ever since he claimed me as his concubine in
front of Akio ... I wish I was
"Oh," said Raleigh. "I get that. I'm a slut for him
too. That's just
Uncle Bob. I've been in love with him since I was a little girl."
"And he has kissed you like that for years?"
"Well ... no," said Raleigh. "Only once before we came on this
trip. And I don't think either of us planned it then."
"So he has not ... taken you before." Hamako's voice sounded
which was totally strange, because normally she sounded like she was
"No!" gasped Raleigh. "We've never done that!"
"Why does that make me feel like I'm going to explode with joy?" asked
Hamako, who didn't look at all excited, save for the fact that her
nipples seemed to be trying to break free from her beast flesh and take
"Because you're jealous," said Raleigh.
"Exactly," said Hamako. "And yet, I want to kiss the girl I'm
jealous of. This is madness!"
"You're just horny," said Raleigh. "So am I. We need to do
something about that, and then maybe we can think straight."
"Do something about it," repeated Hamako. Her upper chest flushed
"You know ... rub," said Raleigh, who assumed that all girls learned to
do that. Every girl she'd ever known had learned to
least it was something all girls claimed to do, when they talked about
naughty things with their friends.
"Together," said Hamako, the flush reaching her cheeks.
"Well," said Raleigh, understanding how doing something this intimate
in the same room might strain Hamako's cultural underpinnings.
"There's no place else one of us can go. We can always turn the
But what Raleigh had been thinking about - two girls masturbating in
the same room - missed the mark by a wide margin. That's because
Hamako thought she meant was
two girls - masturbating each other -
the same room.
And Hamako, completely out of her element now, simply decided that,
since the thought excited her rather than horrifying her, that she
would just go with what she perceived of as the American flow of
Which is why she plucked the clothing from Raleigh's hands, embraced
her lover, and kissed her like she meant it.
A week before this, Raleigh would have sworn she had no latent lesbian
tendencies. She had felt special attraction to girlfriends in the
past, but not like she felt for Hamako at that moment. The
skin-to-skin contact was electric, and Hamako's tongue was
Passion exploded in both girls, and that kiss turned into something
much more important than a simple kiss between very close friends.
At some point they fell to the bed. Their embrace only
When the kiss had to break so they could breathe, Raleigh's thoughts
went to the few times she had let a boy suck her nipples. That
always been dangerously enjoyable. The boys had obviously loved
it, and she'd idly wondered what a nipple might feel like in her own
mouth. Now she could find out.
Hamako, who had never been naked with another human being, and never
done more than chastely kiss a male, overflowed with the passion of
discovery. Her agonized groan sounded almost like the one Megan
letting out next door to them, even though only Megan was actually
having an orgasm.
Hamako would make that sound again, though, as each girl's inhibitions
faded, and they did to each other what they loved doing to
themselves. And the three times Hamako groaned after that, as
time slid past, were
associated with orgasms. Raleigh
make yipping, high pitched sounds as she released tension during an
orgasm. And she yipped repeatedly as well.
Next door, with his ear pressed against the thin partition wall between
the cabins, Akio Nakimura did exactly what Bob had thought about.
jerked himself almost raw as he listened to the girls, actually doing
what they had only pretended they did, twenty four hours earlier.
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