CLEAN THIS!

Well, today's was the day. I fucked the maid. It'd been 
coming for quite a while now. They say you should never 
sleep with the help, but this was inevitable. She wanted 
it. I wanted it. She got it.

It all started about four months ago. I'd taken on a 
large number of projects - two free-lance articles for an 
'in air' magazine; a tech writing piece for a local 
software company; a made for TV screen play; and three 
movie scripts. I was busier than the proverbial bee. My 
housekeeping - not that it was ever good - was falling by 
the wayside and my live in girl friend, who didn't do any 
house cleaning period, suggested I look into a maid 
service. 

You know, they come in periodically and make a lot of 
noise then leave and miraculously your house is like new. 
I'd put off looking for one until the 'live in' said 
she'd move out if I didn't so I put it off a little 
longer. Once she moved out, I looked in earnest. Earnest 
as in with vigor not as in the town of Earnest. I don't 
even think they have maids there. 

Anyway, I happened to pick up the local university's 
student paper one day as I was walking to the Creative 
Writing class I teach and my eye passed over this ad for 
"Student House Maids." Well, actually it was both eyes, 
but you know how the saying goes.

"Help students working their way through college." The ad 
read. I chuckled inside. I knew that those "Student House 
Painters" and those "Student Movers" that you see 
advertised everywhere are usually a scam. Oh, they get 
the job done, but the closest any of those guys ever got 
to college was when they painted it or helped some geek 
move his furniture into it. 

I made my way down to the college newspaper office and 
dropped in to chat with the publisher, who was an old 
friend. She was sitting behind a desk pilled high with 
years of detritus. She probably had the cure for cancer 
somewhere in there, but no one would find it until she 
passed away. She smoked those little brown cigars and had 
her window open in deference to the university's no 
smoking policy. She hacked her greeting and indicated the 
one chair that didn't have a facsimile of the leaning 
tower of Pisa on it. 

We chatted for a while and she asked about my 'live in' 
and she smiled when I told her she'd moved out. She 
smiled because now she would make a play for her. I 
flinched at one point as I sat there because I saw one of 
those piles of papers move. It could have been gravity, 
but I swear something was alive under there. Probably one 
of those 'Student Movers.'

I brought up the subject of maids and we talked about the 
possibility of a scam so she called in her advertising 
manager, who was a post grad student. The post grad took 
the paper from my hands and circled all the ads that she 
new had been purchased by individuals. 

I thanked her and she pushed her glasses up further and 
smiled at me. She had a constant blink, which made her 
look like a myopic guppy since she also left her mouth 
open slackly at all times. I thanked her again and she 
frowned and left us. The publisher chortled. We shot the 
breeze some more and then I thanked her and left for 
home. 

I called a few of the numbers that evening, but two were 
no longer working; one was a dormitory hall phone and it 
was impossible to find out who had put up the ad; there 
were a couple of no answers; and when someone finally did 
answer she told me she was solidly booked up.

I was about to give up, but decided on trying one more 
before shooting myself in the head. The phone rang twice 
and someone picked it up.

"Mushi, mushi," a voice said.

It took me a moment to switch gears. I'd reached a 
Japanese household. I almost asked if they spoke English 
and realized I would be insulting the other person so I 
just launched into my inquiries. The woman told me that 
the girl who put in the ad was not at home at the moment, 
but if I left my number she would return my call. 

I asked if she had any idea if she was open to new 
customers and the woman said she didn't know. I thanked 
her and went in search of my gun. He-he, actually I just 
fixed myself a drink and sat amidst the filth. 

I was sitting in front of this machine and slowly pecking 
away at one of the airline pieces, trying to describe the 
Greek Isles from memory when the phone rang. I looked at 
the clock and saw that it was nearly eight. I walked over 
and checked the caller ID box, but didn't recognize the 
number, although it did seem familiar. I realized then 
that it was the number I had called where the Japanese 
woman had answered.

"Hello!" I said jovially.

"Hello," a young girl's voice replied, "is this Mister 
Rawson, please."

"Yes, this is Mister Lawson," I told her.

"You call about clean house, yes?" She inquired.

I was starting to feel like I was taking part in the 
Mikado. I realized that you didn't have to speak English 
to clean a house so I let the communication barrier 
slide. I made an appointment for her to come by the 
following day. She told me she had no classes in the 
afternoon and would come by at one. We said our good byes 
and I hung up. I thought no more of it. 

I had actually forgotten the appointment and was busy 
working when I heard a loud knock at the front door. I 
frowned at the interruption and I stormed through the 
living room and swung open the door to confront whichever 
roaming 'pain in the ass' had deigned to disturb me. 

I was prepared for a leaflet bearing Jehovah Witness, or 
a couple of young men with white shirts and name tags, 
but I was confronted by a young dark haired beauty, who 
took my breath away. I stood mouth agape, waiting for my 
brain to re-engage and she simply stared back at me with 
a look of consternation. She must have thought I was a 
lunatic. I finally swallowed and managed to eke out:

"Hello! Are you the maid?"

God, I felt like an idiot. She nodded her head quickly a 
couple of times and looked at me questioningly. I suppose 
she was wondering if we were going to conduct the 
interview on the front stoop with her staring at my belly 
button and me staring down at the top of her head. 

My brain finally started functioning again and I invited 
her in. I saw her look around and then saw her breath a 
sigh of relief. I imagine she had pictured the horrors of 
a bachelor pad with clothes, newspapers, old pizza boxes, 
and smelly socks hanging from the chandelier, but the 
house was neat. It only needed a good dusting and 
vacuuming, plus the dishes had to be done, and the 
bathroom needed a good scrubbing, and the tile floors 
hadn't been washed in a while, and the windows were 
filthy, and could she regrouted the chimney while she was 
at it?

I offered her a chair and felt like an idiot when I had 
to ask her to repeat what she'd said. It's not that I 
didn't understand her, it's just that I was too busy 
looking her over. Now this is what every maid should look 
like. 

She was in her early twenties, I think. She was Japanese. 
Her long lustrous black hair was full and hung down to 
her waist. She had those doe brown eyes and a full pouty 
mouth. She was narrow-waisted and had something a lot of 
Japanese women don't have - an ass. It was nice and 
round. She also had a very large bust for a Japanese 
girl. 

During my travels in Japan, I had noticed that the rule 
was a small bust, but she was sporting something in the 
range of a 38D or even E. I couldn't tell because of the 
loose white men's shirt she wore over a pair of stirrup 
pants. She had to be about five feet four or five inches 
tall. I was impressed.

"How often you need me come?" She asked in her broken 
English.

I need you to cum as often as possible my mind said, but 
it came out of my mouth as, "I guess about once a week."

She nodded and pulled out a palm pilot. She poked and 
clicked for a second and then she looked up and said, "I 
come Wednesdays two o'clock?"

"Okay!" I answered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, 
someone was yelling 'ask her about prices'; 'ask her what 
she's going to do'. But, my libido was in charge and it 
would agree to anything.

She smiled that brilliant white-toothed smile and stuck 
out her hand for me to shake. I took her soft hand in 
mine and shook it slowly. I didn't want to let go. She 
smiled and tugged gently. I let go. I lead her to the 
door and held it open for her. She walked down the stairs 
and started to walk away. 

"Wait," I yelled, "what's your name?"

"Kumiko," she told me from a safe distance. She turned 
and disappeared around the corner of the house. 

I finally breathed. I hadn't realized that I hadn't taken 
a breath in twenty minutes. It wasn't until about an hour 
later that I realize what a fool I'd been. I'm glad it 
wasn't my job to interview Supreme Court judges. I was 
peeved with myself and told myself that I wouldn't be a 
blithering idiot the next time she came. I spent the rest 
of the evening straightening out the house. Tomorrow was 
Wednesday.

I was freshly showered and nattily attired when she 
knocked at exactly two the next day. She came in carrying 
a bucket filled with cleaning supplies and a change of 
clothes draped over her arm. She smiled and half bowed 
and I smiled and half bowed back. She was wearing a plaid 
skirt with a white blouse tucked into it. You can imagine 
the thoughts that that outfit fueled. The pleated skirt 
hid the shape of her ass, but the blouse did wonders for 
her bust. 

I offered her something to drink, but she said she needed 
to get to work. From the way she said it, I understood 
what she meant was, 'get the hell out of my way and stop 
fawning.' I got out of the way and decided I should 
probably stop fawning. I told her I'd be working and she 
went into the bathroom and changed her clothes. She came 
out and my heart started beating faster. She had put on a 
pair of cut off blue jeans and a tee shirt, which she had 
gathered at the waist and knotted. Her hair was pulled 
back severely and tied into a long ponytail. 

It was erection time. I'm not sure, but I think we both 
heard it as it rose up and slammed against the bottom of 
my desk. She asked about a vacuum cleaner and I was about 
to rise to show her where it was when I realized that if 
I did she'd probably react like they do in those old 
Godzilla movies. I pictured her holding a hand to her 
forehead and her lips moving out of sync with the words 
coming out. 

"Oh my, God! What a monster!" Would be heard and her lips 
would move for a few seconds longer. 

Not wanting to be the subject of B movie angst, I merely 
told her it was in the hall closet. She walked away and I 
reached down to rearrange myself. 

I never realized how often I had to get up and look for 
something when I was working. I mean, who can work 
without a sharp pencil, especially using MS word. And a 
French/English dictionary. Who can write about the Greek 
Isles without one. I seemed to get thirsty quite often 
also. I should probably see if I'm diabetic! In all of my 
ups and downs I got to see Kumiko a lot. 

She was working quite hard too and I was impressed. She 
had a sheen of sweat built up and soft tendrils of her 
hair had worked loose and were stuck to the sides of her 
forehead and cheeks. It took all of my will power not to 
reach out and move them aside. She would smile every time 
I went passed and her cheeks must have really gotten 
tired. 

Speaking of cheeks, well, the cut offs she was wearing 
must have been too loose because she kept on having to 
tug them up and every time she did those marvelous globes 
would appear. Did I mention that those shorts were very, 
very short. Oh! Well they were. She almost gave me a hear 
attack when I went to the bathroom to see how she was 
doing and to offer her something cold to drink. She was 
bent over and reaching into the tub as she scrubbed away. 

The shorts were pulled up and the bottom curves of her 
ass were sticking out, but the more provocative part was 
that I could make out wisps of pubic hair poking out 
around that narrow inch wide strip of material, which was 
the only thing separating me from getting a view of 
heaven. 

Godzilla reared his ugly head again and my own pants 
became quite constraining. She readily accepted the offer 
of a cold drink and she sat on the edge of the tub and 
took a break. I leaned against the doorway and peppered 
her with questions. 

She was from northern Japan. She was born and raised near 
Sapporo. Her father was a low level bureaucrat. She had 
won a scholarship to the local university and she'd been 
here about a year. She had just started her sophomore 
year. She was nineteen. My heart stopped. Luckily it 
started back up on its own and didn't required anyone to 
jump up and down on my chest. She was living with an 
Asian-American family in Chinatown. She had a room to 
herself and shared the rest of the house. She wrinkled 
her nose and I could tell she wasn't happy there. I 
pressed a little and she just shrugged and passed over 
it. 

Her schoolwork was going fine. It had been rough at first 
because her English skills hadn't been that good, but 
she'd taken night classes and it had improved. Her grades 
were moving up. She was studying international business. 
I'm amazed that I was able to keep up my end of the 
conversation, because a few moments after I started 
asking questions I realized that she wasn't wearing a 
bra. Her shirt had been dampened by sweat and it had 
adhered somewhat to her body. 

I could make out the large round discs of her aureole and 
the distended nubbins poking out the material were 
unmistakable. She rose up as she finished her drink and 
she stretched her arms up to loosen her back and those 
magnificent globes tried vainly to burst through the 
material. 

I was in lust. On occasions like this, I would have 
headed for the bathroom, but since she was in there, it 
might have been a little awkward for me to whip out my 
cock and start stroking. I went into my bedroom instead 
and closed the door behind me. I lie on the bed and 
pulled out my rampaging cock. In a matter of moments, I 
had copious amounts of reproductive fluids trying to 
impregnate my shirt. 

I changed shirts and went back to staring at the computer 
screen. She worked for four hours and then she magically 
appeared before me, wearing her school clothes once 
again. She said she hoped it was okay that she had used 
the shower and the audible thump was heard once again. I 
asked how much I owed her and was pleasantly surprised 
that I wouldn't have to mortgage the house. 

I wrote the check out to Kumiko Misawa and then showed 
her to the door. I know she saw the bulge in my pants 
because she blushed brightly when I stood up to show her 
out. We both stammered our good byes and she went walking 
away once again. I went back to my desk and sat there 
wondering if I could survive until next Wednesday.

The old lady at the registrar's desk had a hard time 
understanding why a visiting instructor needed to see a 
student's file, but she finally relented as I poured on 
the charm. I had told her that I'd been asked to help her 
with her English lessons and that I wanted to see what I 
was getting myself into. 

Her transcripts indicated that she was slowly climbing 
from a 'B' average to an 'A'. I memorized the address in 
the file and then thanked the old bitty and walked away. 
I turned the corner and quickly scribbled the address 
down before forgetting it. 

I was sitting on a small wall surrounded by students and 
studying the address in my hand. I couldn't decide if I 
actually wanted to do this or not. I felt like a stalker. 
I had thought of going to Chinatown and seeing if I could 
catch sight of my latest addiction. 

"Hello, Mister Rawson," a familiar voice said and I 
looked up to see Kumiko standing before me. 

I quickly shoved the slip of paper into my pocket and 
tried not to look guilty.

"Hello, Kumiko," I said with a lump in my throat, "how 
are you?"

"I am good," she answered and that little voice said, 
'I'm sure you are.'

"Which class are you heading to now?" I asked her, trying 
to make innocent conversation.

"No class," she answered innocently. "I am done for 
today, now I must go study. You have class today?"

"What? Oh, no. I was just visiting a friend. I was 
sitting here trying to decide where to eat lunch. Would 
you care to join me?"

I could tell she was taken aback by the offer. So much so 
that she couldn't find an answer. I reached out for her 
book bag and she followed me as I led her to a local 
pizza shop. The shop was awash with students, but we were 
able to find an empty table in a corner. I asked her what 
she wanted and she only shrugged. I ordered for us and 
then sat back and tried to make idle conversation over 
the din. I asked her how she felt about living in the 
U.S. of A. and if she liked Seattle. 

I was surprised to find out that in the year she had 
lived here she hadn't had the chance to see any of the 
sights. I told her that that was a shame and that she 
would have to let me take her around on some weekend. She 
smiled and agreed weakly, but I felt it was only to be 
polite. She asked about my class and she seemed genuinely 
interested. I found out then that her English tutor had 
quit and gone on to a different college. She asked if I 
could recommend someone and a light went on over my head. 

I asked if she would be willing to trade cleaning 
services for tutoring and I saw her hesitate. She told me 
she needed the money and could not afford that kind of 
deal. I sighed and made a big production out of relenting 
and then said that I would be willing to do it for free. 
She studied my face and I could see she was wondering why 
I was offering. Luckily the pizza arrived before she 
could come to the right conclusion that I was hot for her 
body. She ate lustily, tearing into the succulent pie. 
She smiled with streaks of sauce extending her painted 
lips and told me that it was delicious. 

I made a comment about it seeming to be the first time 
she'd had pizza and was shocked when she said it was. We 
sat around nursing our Cokes until it became awkward and 
she said she had to go study. I paid the bill and walked 
her back to campus. 

"When do you want me to come for lessons," she asked me 
as we parted. 

I was surprised that she had acquiesced and shrugged. I 
told her to decide when was best for her and to let me 
know. I asked if she had my number still and she said 
yes. I told her I was free most evenings except for 
Tuesdays and Thursdays when I gave my class. She smiled a 
farewell and I watched those hips sway away from me. I 
noticed quite a few young guys turn to watch her as she 
passed. That long black hair swayed back and forth like a 
pendulum. 

I couldn't wait to twine it between my fingers. I didn't 
hear from her the rest of that week and over the weekend. 
I was coming out of my evening class on Tuesday when I 
found her standing outside the classroom. She smiled and 
I smiled back over the heads of a group of students who 
were gathered around me asking a bunch of inane 
questions. Everyone wanted to write a blockbuster script 
and they all thought I had the magic wand to allow them 
to do so. I made my way through the clutch and took her 
by the elbow.

"Quick!" I said so only she could hear. "Save me!" 

She smiled and we walked quickly away. 

"You are very popular teacher," she said.

I merely shrugged. I hadn't asked why she had been 
waiting and suddenly wondered if it was I she had come to 
see in the first place. She didn't say anything and so I 
figured it was. We were halfway to my car before she 
spoke.

"I wanted to ask if we could do the English studying 
tomorrow after I do the cleaning?"

I glanced down at her inquiring face. 

"Sure! That sounds like a good idea. You only want to do 
this once a week?"

She was taken aback by the question and she glanced down 
at the ground. 

"I do not wish to impose upon you," she said.

"Oh, please. Impose, impose," I told her with a laugh, 
but she didn't quite understand why I was saying that. I 
suppose flirting doesn't translate that well either.

She arrived at two the next day with her bucket and 
change of clothing. She was wearing tight black chinos, a 
pale blue blouse and a silk bomber jacket. Her long hair 
was done up into two long braids, which flowed over the 
shelf of her chest. Didn't this girl know what she was 
doing to the male population. The number of heart attacks 
in the Seattle area must have doubled since her arrival. 

She went into the bathroom and changed into something a 
little more sedate than on the previous occasion. I 
almost asked what had happened to the cut offs, but bit 
my tongue instead. This time she wore dark blue sweat 
pants and a black tee shirt. I sat at my computer and let 
her get on with her work. I didn't find as many excuses 
to wander around the house this time. 

I guess I was already becoming jaded. Although, the lump 
in my pants gave evidence to the contrary. It only took 
her a couple of hours this time since she'd done all the 
catch up cleaning the week before. I saw her go into the 
bathroom and heard the shower come on. I went on line and 
looked for sites that sold those little miniature 
'peeping tom' cameras. My fingers were poised over the 
keypad and I sighed as I chickened out and closed down 
the window. I was a wimp. I would have to find some other 
way to see her naked. I smiled as I thought of how nice 
the 'other ways' could be. 

She came out a little while later and she smiled as she 
pulled out a writing tablet and sat across the desk from 
me. I had her tell me what the other tutor had been 
teaching her and she reached into her bag and brought and 
old English primer. I grimaced. I went to my bookshelf 
and took down an anthology of essays by a number of 
contemporary American writers. I told her we would use it 
in her studies. She frowned and looked through the book. 
She said there were no lessons in it. I told her that we 
would go about this a different way. 

I had her start reading the first story and told her that 
when she didn't understand a word, or a sentence 
construction, or anything else to stop and we would 
discuss it. We hacked away at the English language for a 
couple of hours and her note pad quickly filled with 
scribbling. I could see her rocking her neck back and 
forth a couple of times and I realized it was stiff and 
that she was probably getting tired. I made a comment 
about her neck being stiff and she nodded yes. 

I had been sitting on the windowsill and looking outside 
as she struggled through a lengthy essay on racism. I 
stood and walked over to stand behind her. She jerked 
slightly as my hands settled on her shoulders. I realized 
I should have asked first, but I figured in for a penny, 
in for a pound. I started working the corded muscles 
along her shoulders and neck. 

I felt her loosen up under my fingers and she would let 
out little moans of pleasure every now and then. I went 
at it for a good ten minutes and decided she'd had 
enough. She was very enthusiastic in her thanks. I 
shrugged it off and told her it was nothing. She said 
that a Japanese man would never had done that. I 
apologized for being forward and she said it was quite 
all right that she had enjoyed it immensely. She looked 
at her watch then and said she had to leave because the 
last bus would be coming by soon. 

I frowned because the nearest bus line was about ten 
blocks away. I asked if she'd been riding the bus every 
time she came over and she said yes. I told her I 
couldn't have her walking all that way every time and a 
look of loss came into her eyes. I think she thought that 
she was being fired. I said that I would give her a ride 
and she insisted that it wasn't necessary, but I finally 
won out. 

I asked her to stay for a late supper and she grudgingly 
accepted. I made some smoked turkey sandwiches and 
offered her a beer. She smiled sheepishly as she 
accepted. I think it may have been her first beer. We ate 
and chatted. She told me that she wouldn't have gotten 
anything to eat otherwise because the family she was 
staying with was very strict about when meals were to be 
taken. 

I said I was glad she had stayed then. I drove her to her 
home and we made arrangements to get together on Friday 
for another tutoring class. I had her take the book with 
her and told her to finish the essay we had begun. I 
watched as she practically skipped up the steps to the 
front door and then as she turned and waved good-bye. 

Friday didn't come soon enough. She arrived at the door 
wearing a burgundy leather skirt and a red blouse. She 
wore more make-up than she normally did, but I wasn't 
complaining. She looked good enough to eat. I led her 
into the living room and ensconced her on the sofa. She 
pulled out her note pad and we started in on the lesson. 
She had a lot of questions about what she had read and 
some of them were philosophical as well as grammatical. 

She was feeling a lot more comfortable around me and I 
could tell by the way she held herself and how she opened 
up verbally. I offered her a beer after a while, but she 
crinkled her nose and said she hadn't really liked the 
last one. I went into the fridge and found and open 
bottle of fruit wine and brought out two glasses. She 
sipped it and her eyes sparkled a the taste. 

We talked some more about her ambitions and her goals. 
Before we knew it we'd been conversing for a couple of 
hours. She said we should get back to the lesson and I 
told her that we had been studying; that conversation was 
the best thing for her. She thought about that and she 
finally nodded. 

I invited her to dinner again and she readily accepted, 
but she insisted on helping with the cooking. I took out 
items to stir-fry and she busied herself chopping them 
up. The kitchen was big enough for two, but I made it a 
point to be close to her. The wine had gone to her head 
and she giggled as I poached slices of vegetables from 
the cutting board. I turned on the radio to an oldies 
station and soon we were both swaying to music from the 
sixties and seventies. 

At one point I move up next to her and bumped her hips 
with mine. She giggled and the next time she returned the 
bump. The song ended and she broke into laughter. I 
refreshed her wine and she took a big sip. I had put 
aside my nefarious intentions and was only having a good 
time. I peered over her shoulder at one point to see how 
she was doing and she turned to look at me. 

Our lips were only a few inches apart and I was surprised 
when she leaned into me and gave me a small peck. She 
gasped at her forwardness and she quickly started 
apologizing for her actions. It took a minute to calm her 
down and we almost lost supper. She was extremely 
embarrassed and I spent a lot of time telling her not to 
be. I said it was the wine and she nodded. My cock 
yearned for more, but I told it, it would have to wait.

Our friendship blossomed after that. She was religious in 
coming to my house on Wednesdays and Fridays. I took her 
out one night and we went to a nice restaurant. She wore 
a long black clingy dress that plunged down the front and 
her hair was piled into a shiny puddle on top of her head 
with long tendrils hanging loose on both sides of her 
face. She wore dark red lipstick that emphasized the 
lushness of her mouth and her eye make up was flawless. 
She turned a number of heads. I saw a few people that I 
knew and they all insisted on being introduced. 

I neglected to tell them she was a student and only used 
her name. A couple of the men winked at me when their 
wives or Kumiko weren't looking. She bore herself 
elegantly the entire evening. I took her to the shore and 
we watched the moon parade across the night sky and 
listened to the raucous gulls screeching out their 
plight. I took her home and was surprised when she melted 
into my arms as I kissed her good night. I walked away 
with a pronounced bulge in my pants and the waxy taste of 
lipstick on my mouth. I looked back, but she had already 
gone into the house. 

I day dreamed about her over the weekend and couldn't 
wait until Wednesday. I was surprised on Tuesday when I 
once again found her standing outside my classroom. She 
took my arm without prompting and walked out with me. I 
asked what had prompted her visit and she gave me a 
strange look and shrugged. She asked if we could go 
somewhere for coffee. She had succumbed to the ways of 
Seattle. We headed for a nearby Starbucks. We got our 
drinks and ensconced ourselves at one of the small 
wrought iron tables along the sidewalk. I could tell she 
wanted to say something, but that she didn't know how to 
go about it.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. I had a feeling she wanted 
to talk about the dinner and the kiss afterwards. Perhaps 
I had been wrong in embracing her.

"I think we must stop seeing each other," she finally 
said.

I was stunned. It wasn't what I had expected.

"What do you mean?" I asked her. I was hoping she simply 
meant that we shouldn't go out on any more dates, but it 
was worse than that.

"I do not think I should see you again," she said.

"You mean you're not going to come back and clean or take 
any more lessons?" I asked in wonder.

"Yes, no more cleaning. No more lessons," she said. The 
way she said 'lesson' indicated she knew what I had been 
up to. My seduction was laid out between us.

"Why?" I asked and was surprised at the loss in my voice.

She looked at me and she shook her head. Her lips were 
tightly pressed and I saw a tear from in the corner of 
her right eye. She couldn't answer the question without 
breaking down. I realized then that she had been forming 
an emotional attachment. She stood up before I could say 
anything and she quickly walked away. I watched her 
retreating back and sighed.

"Whoa! Bummer, dude. She was hot." 

I turned to see one of the baristas that had come out to 
clean up the tables. He had caught part of the 
conversation. I felt like smacking him in the face and I 
guess it showed because he quickly made himself scarce. I 
left my undrunk cup of java and wandered over to my car. 
I was depressed. I hadn't even had a chance to plead my 
case. I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. I 
told myself I was a fool. She was only nineteen and I was 
closer to forty than thirty. I went home and moped 
around. I fended off a call from my agent who wanted to 
complain about one of the scripts being late and I sat at 
my computer and pecked away. 

Wednesday came and went and there was no Kumiko. I 
thought about dusting and vacuuming, but quickly put the 
thought aside. I looked for her on campus on Thursday, 
but didn't see her. 

Friday passed and she didn't come then either. The 
weekend turned into one long sleepless work fest as I 
tried to catch up on my work. It was lame at best, but 
still good enough to get paid for. I moped around on 
Monday and searched for her face among the crowd of 
students on Tuesday. I thought I saw her a hundred times, 
but it was always another oriental girl. I never realized 
how many we had on campus. It was as though they were 
mocking me. M

y neck grew stiff from whipping side to side. My class 
was dull and none of the students stayed after to pester 
me with questions. I shuffled along to my car and told 
myself to stop being an idiot. I went home and called a 
friend and asked if she wanted to go out for some late 
night drinks. She reminded me that she was married and I 
apologized and hung up. Sheesh! Talk about a bummer. Now 
I was really depressed.

I was working on my third beer and watching the Mariners 
beat the crap out of Oakland on Wednesday when I heard a 
gentle tapping at my door. I looked at the clock and saw 
that it was after nine. I couldn't imagine who it could 
be. I opened the door and found a teary eyed Kumiko 
standing there looking up at me. I just stood there for 
the longest time and stared back. 

She made the first move and came up the last steps and I 
backed out of the way. I closed the door and turned to 
find her jumping into my arms. Her full lips smashed 
against mine and I felt the heat as her body molded 
against mine. Our mouths settled into a comfortable 
position and we held the embrace for a long, long time. 
It went from passionate to sensual as her tongue pressed 
against my teeth. I opened my mouth and let her slide it 
in. I brushed my tongue against hers and felt the tingle 
that it brings. She moaned loudly. 

My arms pulled her into me even more tightly and my right 
hand wandered up and down her back and cupped a rounded 
butt cheek. She was adamant about her tongue sucking and 
I thought I was going to lose all feeling in that organ. 
I also wondered if she was ever going to let me breath 
again. She pulled away suddenly and looked up at me with 
tear-reddened eyes.

"I miss you," she said.

"You mean, 'I missed you'," I said correcting her. 

That's me, always the consummate teacher. She didn't miss 
me with her fist though as she jabbed me in the stomach. 
I clutched my gut and smiled. She went from sullen pout 
to childish grin. I pulled her back into my arms and 
hugged her tightly. My head rested on top of hers and I 
could smell the jasmine rising up from her hair. We 
stayed like that for a long, long time. 

I let her go finally and reached for her hand. I tugged 
her along and we headed for the bedroom. She hesitated 
slightly as we reached the doorway, but then I saw a 
determination cross her eyes and she boldly stepped into 
the room. She reached for the belt hanging loosely at the 
waist, but I stopped her. She frowned at me and then 
surrendered herself to another kiss. I moved us towards 
the bed and we fell onto it. We kissed and hugged and our 
hands roamed over our clothed bodies. 

She gasped as she felt the belt slide from around her 
waist. I unbuttoned the pants and un-bloused her shirt. 
She wore a man's shirt again and I unbuttoned it from the 
bottom. I pushed the blouse off of her shoulders and 
revealed a lacy lime green bustier. I kissed her neck and 
shoulders and she moaned her pleasure. 

I heard a light thump as one of her shoes fell to the 
floor and it was followed by a second. I looked down and 
helped her push her jeans down over her curvaceous ass. 
They bunched at her knees and I got up on my knees to 
pull them off by the cuffs. They slid off with an audible 
hiss. Young girls and their tight pants! 

I looked down at her from my vantage point. The lacy 
panties matched the bustier and were cut high on her 
thighs. I resisted the urge to turn her over so that I 
could see if they were a thong. I pulled on one of the 
shirtsleeves and she rolled slightly and pulled her arm 
out. I pulled on the other sleeve and the shirt slid out 
from under her and joined the rest of her clothing on the 
floor. She lie there and looked up at me. 

Her hair spread out behind her and framed her face. The 
heavy globes of her breasts bulged out the top of the 
bustier like twin ice cream cones. I pulled off my sports 
tee and unbuttoned my pants. She watched me and didn't 
move a muscle. I slid off the bed and pushed my pants 
down and then kicked them away. I climbed back onto the 
bed and snuggled up next to her. She rolled into me and 
our faces were only inches apart. Her eyes moved from 
side to side as she looked into mine. I draped an arm 
around her waist and I felt her muscles tighten. She was 
apprehensive about this, but apparently willing to go 
further. I began to wonder if she was a virgin. 

Actually, I began to worry that she was. I didn't know if 
I could go through with this if she was. She brought her 
arm around me and smiled. She moved into me and we melded 
together once again. Her lips sought out mine and once 
again we began making out. I ran my fingers through her 
incredible long hair and relished the silky feeling. My 
lips moved from her mouth and I peppered her entire face 
with quick little kisses. She arched her neck up as I 
moved down passed her jaw and started kissing her neck. 
She moaned as I worked around and nibbled on one of her 
earlobes.

I almost jumped as I felt a hand go between us and as it 
brushed against my hardened cock. She pulled back and 
looked into my eyes again. She looked to see if she'd 
done something wrong. I smiled and went back to kissing 
every inch of her body. I moved my mouth down the soft 
contour of her neck and out to her shoulder. Her hand was 
busy rubbing against my jockey's clad penis and it felt 
pretty good. My mouth moved down onto her chest and I 
kissed the bulging globe of a breast as I brought my 
fingers to bear on the million little hooks that held the 
bustier together.

I started from the top and worked my way down. Her large 
breasts forced the bustier open wider and wider as I 
slowly freed them from their enclosure. I reached the 
last hook and looked up at her. Her eyes were wide and 
she looked like she was holding her breath. I released 
the hook and the bustier fell open. She let out a sigh.

Her breasts were large and fleshy and bulged out to the 
sides. She had a spray of freckles at the top of her 
cleavage and a small number of moles like a star chart 
adorned the underside of her right breast. The aureole 
were immense and a cinnamon color. The nipples weren't 
engorged yet, but they were very fat and a darker brown. 
I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth. I felt her 
body jerk and heard her whisper something in Japanese. 

The little nubbin quickly became turgid under my assault 
and she placed her hands on top of my head and held them 
loosely there. I moved over to the other breast and left 
a trail of saliva to mark my path. She sucked in a breath 
again as I sucked in the other nipple. It was already 
swollen up and I gently nibbled on it. 

She was moaning quietly as I nursed on her breasts. I 
licked and kissed all around the large fleshy globes. I 
loved her taste. The slightly salty tang in the crease at 
the bottom of each breast. I moved back up to her mouth 
and she kissed me hard and passionately. She had 
apparently enjoyed it very much. My right hand gently 
kneaded her left breast and nipple as we kissed and she 
moaned into my mouth. 

My right hand released its prize and it slowly moved down 
her left side, passed the narrow band that was her 
panties, and along the long silky smooth outside of her 
thigh. She sucked in a breath as my hand moved to the 
inside of her leg and slowly moved up to her crotch. I 
could feel her abs bunch under me as she anticipated my 
touching her, but my hand suddenly veered away and moved 
back up to fondle her breast once again. 

I felt her body deflate under me and I chuckled into her 
mouth. I pulled away and she gave me a little pout. I 
brought my lips down to her breasts again and repeated my 
assault on her nipples. This time, I continued on down to 
her stomach and kissed every inch along the way. I delved 
into her shallow belly button and she giggled slightly. 
My mouth moved down and I kissed my way to where her 
panties met her stomach. 

I knelt up again and put the fingers of both hands under 
the waistband. She had that lusty bedroom eyes look as I 
tugged on the tight garment. She raised her butt off the 
bed and I pulled a little harder. The panties rolled down 
onto themselves and I watched as her dark pubic hair 
appeared. She had trimmed it somewhat, but it was still a 
very dark and dense patch. I worked the panties down her 
thighs with some difficulty and then they came loose as I 
passed her knees and I whipped them off and dropped them 
onto the floor. 

She was totally naked now as I stared down at her 
delicious body. She suddenly felt self conscious as I 
looked down on her and she placed a hand on top of her 
pudendum and an arm across her large breasts. I smiled 
and reached down to pull them away. She fought me for a 
second and then relented. 

She turned her face into the pillow as she let me study 
her body. I reached out with my right hand and rubbed the 
ends of my fingers along the inside of her calf. I saw 
the muscles ripple in reflex and I leant down and 
replaced my hand with my lips. I moved up slowly and bent 
her knee as I kissed the back of it. 

She trembled as I hit one of her erogenous zones and I 
continued to lightly tease the inside of her left knee. I 
moved to her right leg and repeated the act. Her legs 
were slightly spread now and I looked at her cunt. The 
outer labia were dark and had puffed out to reveal a 
coral colored interior. Juices glistened along the slit. 
I worked my way up the inside of her left thigh and then 
quickly passed by her cunt to work my way down her right 
thigh. She groaned at my teasing.

My hands caressed the outside of her thighs and then I 
slid them under her ass cheeks and squeezed lightly. I 
moved forward and gently blew on her cunt. She moaned 
loudly. I stuck out my tongue and moved it lightly from 
the bottom of the slit to the top. She arched her back 
and tried to push her cunt into my face. I pulled back 
and she struggled in vain. I waited for her to relax and 
then I did it again. She said something in Japanese again 
and arched her back once more. I felt her ass cheeks flex 
in my hands and I squeezed. 

"Please," I heard her whisper and I stopped my teasing.

I pressed my tongue into her vulva and it slipped in 
between her outer lips. She gasped as I lapped at the 
opening and the fragrant juices pooled there. My tongue 
movements slowly moved higher and higher and her ass 
muscles were constantly clutching and releasing now. 

I finally brushed against her clitoris and I heard her 
breath choke in her throat. She gasped loudly and I felt 
her thighs quiver. Her abs bulged and she severely arched 
her back. I think only her heels and the top of her head 
still touched the bed. It was an intense orgasm. I 
continued to press my tongue against the sensitive little 
button and waited for her to descend from her orgasmic 
peak. Her body jerked several more times before she 
quietly sighed and relaxed. 

I went back to licking along the groove of her cunt and 
pushed my tongue into her as though it were a large 
fleshy cock. I stayed away from her clit for a while as I 
continued my oral ministrations. She seemed to enjoy it 
and she ground her ass in a small circle. I moved my 
tongue back up and I felt her tense once again. She 
didn't explode this time as I circled her love button, 
but she remained tense. I sucked it into my mouth and 
nibbled and licked it and she moaned loudly. I drubbed 
the little guy and her body jerked in time. 

I heard her breath start to quicken and then she reached 
down and twined her hands in my hair as she sucked in 
another raspy breath and her body went through the 
motions once again. I thought she was going to rip my 
hair out, but she relented after a while. I pulled away 
from her groin then and looked up into her wide staring 
eyes.

I wiped my chin on the sheet and moved up to lie on her. 
My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I kissed her and she 
reached between us and pushed on the waistband to my 
shorts. I rolled off and she rolled over and came up onto 
her knees. Her large breasts stuck out away from her 
chest and they didn't sag as much as I had expected. She 
worked at my underwear and it was my turn to lift my 
butt. She stopped tugging as my engorged cock popped into 
view. She reached out tentatively and slid the back of 
her fingers along the underside of the shaft. 

"Ookii, des yo!" She mumbled to herself. 

I knew what that meant. She had just said, "That's big!"

I imagine she had seen few cocks in her youthful 
innocence and allowed her the hyperbole.

She finished tugging my shorts off and she dropped them 
on top of the rest of our jumbled clothing. She turned 
her attention back to my cock and she slowly and gently 
placed her hand around it. I sucked in a breath and my 
cock jerked in her hand. She looked up at me quickly to 
see if she'd done something wrong, but the look on my 
face explained it all. 

She slowly moved her hand up and down and studied her 
actions. She reached out with her other hand and grasped 
my scrotum. I sighed at the delicate touch. She continued 
to stroke up and down and fondled my balls gently. I 
don't know how versed she was in the art of fucking, but 
she was doing pretty damn well. I watched as she tossed 
her head and as her long lustrous hair swung over to one 
side. She looked me in the eyes and slowly lowered her 
body. 

I watched intensely as her mouth approached my cock. Her 
mouth opened when she was still several inches from my 
cock and I closed my eyes in anticipation. I opened my 
eyes after a few moments when I realized she hadn't taken 
me into her mouth and found her grinning up at me. She 
was paying me back. I chuckled and my cock bobbed in her 
hand. She quickly swooped down and wrapped her swollen 
lips around the head of my cock. I practically swooned. I 
felt stars burst behind my eyes and my breathing became 
rapid. 

She started moving her mouth up and down and her hand 
followed along. It was an exquisite feeling and I didn't 
know how much I could take of it. Her long black hair 
dangled down and brushed gently along the inside of my 
thighs and it was extremely erotic. 

She realized that I was moaning in time with the motion 
of her hair and not her sucking, so she stopped sucking 
and I looked up as she shook her head. Her hair cascaded 
down passed her head and flowed along the contours of my 
groin and waist. She slowly moved her head back and forth 
and I felt the gentle caress of her silky tresses as they 
caressed my lower body. I was in heaven. I'd never felt 
something so arousing. She moved her head in a circle and 
strands of hair wrapped around my turgid member.

 She tugged slowly and the silken strands pulled up and 
off of my cock in a sensory feast that caused my eyes to 
flutter. I closed my eyes and arched my neck as she 
continued to tease me. I suddenly felt the hot moist 
cavern of her mouth engulf me again and I moaned. She 
took her time as she sucked and licked and teased me 
mercilessly. 

My cock throbbed and pulsed. It waved about like a 
battery-operated phallus. I knew that when I came it 
would be earth shattering. She plunged back down then and 
took a lot of me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down 
and sucked ravenously. She was like a child trying to get 
the last of the yogurt out of one of those travel packs. 
I felt a surge in my balls and I whispered that I was 
coming. She only increased her sucking and I exploded 
with the intensity of a small volcano. 

My muscles reacted so strongly that they almost pulled me 
into a sitting position. Explosions were happening inside 
my head and I couldn't pull my eyelids up. My legs shook 
and quivered and the muscles along my spine tightened and 
pulled my head back. I let out a long low wail.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I heard myself utter 
involuntarily. 

My breath started coming out in short gasps as though I 
were running a long distance. My body finally came back 
under my control and I fell back onto the bed. My eyes 
snapped open and I looked up to find a smiling Kumiko 
staring down at me.

"I did good?" She asked innocently and I barked out a 
laugh. 

I pulled her down onto me and kissed her sticky lips. I 
felt the heat as her large breasts pressed into me. I 
tasted myself on her tongue. Her hand reached down and 
she fondled my flaccid penis. We stayed like that for a 
long time; sharing small kisses. I ran my hands through 
her hair. It was like another sexual organ. She smile and 
closed her eyes as my hand caressed the back of her neck. 
Her hand never left my cock and as we kissed and caressed 
each other it slowly stirred back to life. 

"Ummmmmmmm!" She mumbled into my mouth as we kissed and 
she stroked me hard again. 

She threw a leg over mine and sat up straddling my 
thighs. I looked at her as she sat there. She was the 
picture all men envision in their sexual dreams. Long 
hair falling around her shoulders in wild abandon; large 
pendulous breasts with large dark aureole and fat turgid 
nipples; a very slender waist and long slender legs 
holding her up. She moved up and poised herself over my 
cock. 

I held my breath as I anticipated penetrating her body. 
She held my cock and moved it back and forth along her 
slit as she teased herself with it. She rubbed it hard 
against her clit and her breathing started to change. She 
pushed down onto my cock and it laid flat along my 
stomach. She slid her cunt lips and clitoris along its 
length without putting me into her. She was arousing 
herself and allowing the lubricating juices to build 
inside her tight young cunt. 

I laid back and enjoyed the sensation, especially when 
her labia flowered around my cock head. She continued 
this for a minute or so and then she rose up on one leg 
and aimed me at her entrance. I felt my cock head press 
against her, but it did not enter. She tossed her head 
back and I saw her chewing on her bottom lip as she 
concentrated at the task in hand. 

Suddenly I felt something give and my cock head slowly 
slid into something hot, tight, and silky. She sighed as 
she achieved her goal and released her swollen lower lip. 
She smiled at me as she slowly pushed herself down onto 
my cock. She was so tight, I could feel every crease and 
ridge of her channel. 

"Oooowwwnn!" She groaned as I felt my cock head hit her 
cervix. I still had a couple of inches sticking out of 
her. She held on to the base of my cock as she slowly 
reversed her motion and I slid slowly out. She stopped 
before I popped all the way out and then she pushed down 
harder. I slipped a little further in this time and 
wondered how she did that. She moved her hips back and 
forth as though she was trying to find more room. She 
slid back up slowly and then pushed back down. She had to 
push and hold on to my cock because she was so tight it 
only bent my cock sideways if she didn't. 

I let her go about her task and I enjoyed the feeling of 
her labors. She repeated the in and out motions several 
more times and I could feel her loosening a little. My 
cock became totally coated with her juices and it began 
to slide in a little easier each time. I watched and 
could see the inner labia stretch out every time she slid 
up. I felt like I was stuck in a vacuum and that I would 
never get my cock out of there. She leaned forward 
suddenly and placed her hands on my chest as she moved up 
and down on my cock without the help of her hands. 

Her arms squeezed her breasts together and made them look 
even larger. I reached up and fondled the creamy orbs as 
they swung back and forth above me. She slowly lowered 
herself until I could take one into my mouth and I sucked 
and nibbled on the nipple. She pulled her breast out of 
my mouth and she leaned down to kiss me. Her hair 
cascaded around our faces and blocked out all light. Her 
groin was beating a steady tattoo against mine now and I 
was in heaven. Our tongues twirled and she sucked it into 
her mouth again. 

She pulled away and sat up again. Her hips moved up and 
down and back and forth. She was very good at this. Her 
eyes were closed as she centered on the pleasure in her 
body. Her hands were hard and heavy as they pressed into 
my chest. She made short sharp sounds in her throat and I 
thought she was about to cum, but she didn't. She leaned 
forward again and brought the other breast to my mouth. I 
fondled both of them as I sucked on the swollen teat. 

She started making louder "huhn, huhn" sounds as her 
pelvis drove harder onto my cock. Suddenly, one of the 
sounds stuck in her throat and she mewed loudly. Her 
upper body shook as though she was being electrocuted. 
Her hands moved about my chest as though she couldn't 
decide where to put them. Her thighs squeezed my legs 
painfully. Her cunt throbbed around my cock and it 
started clutching it in a milking motion. I could feel my 
own cum start on its short journey from my balls. 

"God damn!" I uttered as my back arched and my cum 
sprayed the insides of her cunt. 

She groaned loudly as she felt me cum inside her and she 
moved her hips erratically as she tried to make some 
fucking motions in the midst of her orgasm. I held on to 
her waist and pushed myself up into her. She stopped 
trying to bounce up and down and let our orgasms couple. 
Our bodies seemed to collapse at the same time. I fell 
back onto the bed and she collapsed onto me. Her legs 
shot out as she straightened them along side mine. 

I could feel my cock become flaccid and her tight cunt 
squeezed it out of her body. I felt my sticky, slimy cock 
fall onto my thigh and new it would stick there. I felt 
my body cool as the sweat evaporated and Kumiko shivered 
slightly. I pushed her off of me and reached down to pull 
up the comforter. 

Kumiko snuggled into the crook of my arm and took a 
moment to rearrange her hair. I lie back and sighed in 
pleasure. My mind was a blank. I thought of nothing. My 
eyelids became heavy and the last thing I remember was 
the soft susurration of Kumiko's quiet snores.

I awoke at first light and it took me a moment to orient 
myself. I suddenly remembered what had happened the 
previous evening and I glanced over at Kumiko. Her eyes 
were open and she was studying my face. We looked at each 
other and studied one the other to see if either of us 
felt remorse or guilt. She smiled as she realized 
everything was okay and moved up to rest on my chest. 
Those magnificent breast squashed against my chest and 
made my cock stir. She felt it rub against her thigh and 
she looked down at it and then looked back up with a 
grin. She rolled onto her back and said something in 
Japanese.

"What?" I inquired.

"I will have to teach you Japanese, Robert," She said.

I chuckled and ask her once again what she'd said.

"I said, 'it is your turn to do all the work'," She 
answered and grinned at me as she spread her legs open. 

I climbed atop of her and she suddenly placed her hands 
on my chest and stopped me. I looked down at her and 
frowned a question. She looked up at me and her face took 
on a serious mien.

"I love you, Robert," she whispered, and I realized she 
was waiting for me to say something. 

I knew she would accept whatever I had to say. I searched 
for my feelings and realized that my heart felt as though 
it had doubled in size when she said she loved me. I 
smiled in amazement.

"I love you too," I said and bent down to kiss her 
smiling mouth.