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B y P (name anon'd)Okay, in an ever-pointless attempt to improve the quality of discussion here on ASFO, I now present another one of Peter's Fantastic True Stories. Hope you like it.
Writing about Toby's English Conversation Coffee Shop and how Americans and Japanese with an interest in each other met there made me remember Tomoko. She was from the infamous Kyoai High School, and if you really pay attention to what I post (no reason why anyone should), you'll know that Kyoai has the FUCKING cutest sailor-suit type school uniforms (there are two types of high school uniforms: sailor suit and blazer) in the ken. She was 18, and was just about to graduate from high school. It was the night of the Superbowl. All the gaijin who liked football, and a few Japanese who either liked football or gaijin, had gathered at Toby's, which by necessity served as the best and only sports bar around. She was there, in her uniform, and she was beautiful, with dark hair and dark skin, almost to the point of looking like a Filapina. It was one of those times when you hit yourself over the head for not being there at the right time. After the game, everyone stayed and continued to drink, but for some reason I felt like leaving. I went to Coco's and studied Japanese (I was still winding down from my September to December studying season, as preparation for the Japanese Ability Test in December). The party continued. Then Tomoko ended up going over to my friend David's house with one other friend, a Canadian man named Chris.
Well, this was all heard through my friend, but she went to Dave's apartment with Dave and Chris and were watching some movie. Some time later, Tomoko's pants were off, and these two men were stroking and petting her. She moaned, and Dave said he knew she would take both of them at the same time, but he couldn't go through with it and eventually went to bed. Chris apparently did not have sex with her, but did "go scuba diving." In the middle of the night, Tomoko and Chris were on Dave's sofa, and Dave was on the floor in his sleeping bag, trying to deal with the strangeness of it all. She woke him up, trying to pull him up onto the sofa with her and Chris, but he wouldn't go. In the morning Dave went to take his shower. Chris and Tomoko were still there, of course. He asked Tomoko if she wanted to take a shower with him; she said yes. In the shower he said he wanted to have sex, but she wouldn't let him without a condom, so he got a blow job intead. "I blew all over her shoulder, it was great." Dave then went to work to torment me and one other guy we used to work with (whose name was also David), and Chris and Tomoko apparently went home. Chris saw Tomoko a few times, but supposedly they did not ever get together sexually. Ah! It just occurred to me that David probably never verbally asked for that blow job; he just made a gesture (or so I imagine) and she responded willingly. Is he guilty of rape or sexual assult? She never asked him if it was okay if she blew him. Is she guilty? Just asking. A few weeks passed. I learned that Tomoko ended up at the apartment of David K., the other guy I work(ed) with. Again, no sex was done (accordig to her), but other stuff did happen. Many times I met her at Toby's and would talk to her; I couldn't figure out what in the FUCK made her tick, why she liked sex with foreigners so much. I tried not to judge, but I found myself wishing I could change her. To be honest, I was probably also a little jealous that I hadn't joined the Tomoko club...
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From: +++++++++++ ( ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.orientals Subject: Her name was Tomoko... Date: 11 May 1995 20:15:19 +0900
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