Learning_About_Myself.05

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 05

CHAPTER V

Sunday in the Park with Reina

The next morning I woke early, feeling fresh and full 
of energy. What a contrast to yesterday, I thought, 
when I had slept late and woken feeling languorous and 
wanting only to stroke myself and recall my 
experiences of the previous night. How interesting, I 
thought, that a really thorough sexual workout can 
have such different effects on a girl the next 
morning!

Reina was still dozing beside me, so I slipped out of 
the _futon_, took a quick shower and went to prepare 
breakfast. As I expected, the smell of coffee soon 
woke Reina, and she joined me in the kitchen, still 
stretching and yawning.

"Oh, that was such fun last night!" I said. "Thank you 
so much for taking me there! When can I go again?"

"You enjoyed that, did you?" she asked with a smile. 
"Dancing naked ... being taken by everyone who wanted 
you?"

"But of course! It's the most wonderful thing in the 
world! It's a bit like ... I don't know ... when we 
girls are having fun in the gymnasium, and the boys 
join us. Except that it's so much more sophisticated, 
and grown-up. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, you are certainly becoming sophisticated and 
grown-up, as you call it. I'm very pleased with you."

"What shall we do today?" I asked.

"Well, it's Sunday."

"Yes! All day free to do what I like! What _we_ like, 
I mean."

"Oh, no. School tomorrow, and that means homework 
tonight."

She saw my face fall and hastened to comfort me.

"Tonight, I said. So I can let you enjoy yourself for 
part of the day, at least. And I have a plan."

"Oh, do tell!"

"Later. You clear away the breakfast, then come to me 
in the bedroom. Then we can start on my plan."

Of course I was ready in only a few minutes. I helped 
Reina store the _futon_ in the cupboard, then stood 
before her, excited and expectant.

"We're going out. But first a little preparation. To 
get us both in the right mood! Take off your 
_yukata_."

It took me just a moment to be naked. She was already 
hunting in one of her mysterious carrier-bags 
decorated with the "Restraint" logo. She handed me a 
pair of fish-net stockings like the ones I had worn 
for my dance the night before, except that these were 
pale green. I put them on, and she did the same with 
an identical pair. Then she was holding a long whip 
with many lashes.

"Oh, how _beautiful_!" I said. "May I see?"

She let me take the lashes and run them through my 
fingers while she kept hold of the handle. They were 
different from the narrow leather strips with which 
Bob had pleasured me the night before last: there were 
many more of them and they were made of thin cord, 
some of them knotted all along their length.

"It's _lovely_! Are you going to whip me?"

"Oh, yes. And you will whip me in return. It's the 
nicest possible way for a girl to start the day. One 
of the nicest ways, anyway ... Lean against the wall."

I placed my hands against the plastered wall on the 
side away from my mother's dressing-table, leant 
forward with my bottom out and waited for my joy to 
begin. It did not take long. Reina held the handle in 
her right hand, pulled out the lashes to their full 
extent with her left, and then swished them down onto 
my naked bottom. Oh, how lovely it felt! The long thin 
cords kissed me sweetly but the best was the little 
hard knots in some of them which left tiny stars of 
thrilling sensation all over my bottom - and then my 
thighs, my back as she moved the whip up and down my 
body in stroke after stroke.

After caressing me about twenty times Reina stopped 
whipping, took me in her arms and kissed and fondled 
me gently.

"Was that nice?"

"It was beautiful. You know it was! But why did you 
stop?"

"Because it's my turn now. Please whip me."

"Oh!" I said, horrified at my selfishness. "Of course 
I will - but may I?"

"Yes! I asked you. I'm longing for it."

She handed me the whip and stood against the wall as I 
had done. I took up my position behind her, my bare 
feet apart and braced firmly, and began. I was clumsy 
at first, but soon I had the trick of it and lashed 
Reina's beautiful bottom harder and harder. Her 
squeals and pleas for more were wonderfully arousing: 
I could understand now why people adored using the 
whip as much as receiving it. A girl in orgasm is a 
lovely sight, especially a beautiful girl like Reina. 
And the thought that one is creating that orgasm, 
making a gift of it to someone one loves ...! At last 
I stopped, and when we had both got our breath back it 
was my turn again. Then it was hers ... We must have 
made joyful love to each other for at least an hour 
when at last Reina cried "Enough! Enough!" and threw 
the whip aside.

"What a pity we put the _futon_ away," I said when - 
for a moment - we had stopped kissing each other. "But 
never mind, we can make love on the _tatami_."

"No, no," said Reina, "we must get ready and go out 
now."

"But I'm not nearly finished - I'm so aroused!" I 
begged.

"I know you are. So am I. That's the whole point."

"What?"

"The idea of starting the day with a good whipping. It 
leaves you thrilled all over and absolutely desperate 
for sex."

"Yes! So why not ..."

"Because ... just imagine how lovely it will feel, 
walking down the street with your appetite for sex on 
the boil like this. _Anything_ could happen! And when 
it does ..."

"Yes, but I don't think I can wait that long."

"You'll _have_ to! Just as I will. I know you want it 
immediately, the moment your appetite is aroused, but 
it's much more sophisticated to force yourself to 
wait. Sexual frustration is a lovely way to stoke up 
your lust and make satisfying it even more 
delightful."

This appeal to my sophistication had the effect she 
intended.

"You know," she went on, "like when you're stripping 
on stage, longing to be completely nude, but making 
yourself wait. Wanting desperately to give yourself to 
your audience, but putting it off till you can't stand 
it any longer."

"Oh, oh ... oh _yes_!"

"Now, we must put some clothes on. I thought it would 
be fun to wear the same thing. Pretend to be sisters."

The idea of being Reina's sister appealed to me so 
much that, for the moment, it took my mind off my 
raging sexual desire. She produced a pair of white 
sleeveless blouses and I reluctantly put mine on. It 
had a stand-up collar and a pretty yoke neck which 
gave a nice view of my breasts.

"Oh, I forgot," said Reina. "You liked the 
nipple-clamps Bob put on you the other evening, didn't 
you?"

"Yes! They were lovely! Can I wear them again?"

"Well, not exactly those. I've brought you something 
more discreet. But they'll feel just as nice. They'll 
add a little extra spice to your appetite. Let me show 
you how they work ... I'll need a pencil or something 
like that."

I rushed to my schoolwork desk and soon found Reina 
what she needed. The new clamps were just little 
sleeves of glittering metal. Reina slid one loosely 
over the pencil, then showed me how it could be 
tightened with a tiny screw on the underside which 
brought the two halves of the metal sleeve closer and 
closer together. She twisted it until the wood of the 
pencil began to crack and splinter, while I looked on 
fascinated, trying to imagine the little instruments' 
loving bite on my sensitive breasts.

"Do you think you could bear that?" she asked. 
"They're very discreet, you see: so long as you keep 
your breasts covered you can wear them in public and 
no one will know. But you have to be careful not to 
screw them too tight or you'll start moaning with 
pleasure and give yourself away."

I said nothing but quickly unbuttoned my blouse. My 
nipples were already yearningly erect, longing for the 
pleasure prepared for them. Reina gently slid the 
little decorations onto them. The cold metal tickled 
at first, but then Reina adjusted the screws till they 
were firmly fixed.

"Tighter?"

I nodded. She watched my face as she gradually twisted 
the little mechanisms, gripping the nipples more and 
more until she was satisfied.

"That must be enough, I think," she said.

"Must it? Oh, please just a little more!" I said 
happily, as the agony surged sweetly through me. "A 
little tighter, please! Oh, they're lovely! I want to 
wear them always!"

Reina smiled, kissed me lightly on the lips, and 
tightened the clamps just a half-turn further. Their 
loving touch somehow blended with the hot memory of 
the whip on my bottom, and gave me a strange but 
pleasant feeling of constriction in my throat. Then 
she attached the ends of a slim chain to each clamp. 
The loop of chain swung prettily just above my navel. 
I couldn't resist running to a mirror and admiring the 
effect before I rebuttoned my blouse, and then helped 
Reina fit and adjust her own clamps.

"Think how nice it will be to have this little secret 
that no one can see," she said, "until the time comes 
to take your blouse off and show them to your lovers. 
Now, put on the skirt."

"No panties?" I asked coyly, knowing the answer.

"Just a thong."

She handed me a tiny lacy triangle in pure white. It 
was just big enough to cover my pussy, and was held in 
place by almost invisible strings round my waist and 
crotch, joined by a pretty metal clip at my back. Over 
that went a little pale green microskirt, just long 
enough to hide my bottom - when I stood up straight. 
It left the tops of my green fishnet stockings 
showing, with just a glimpse of bare thigh above. The 
skirt was a snug fit and the cloth stimulated my skin, 
still pink and sensitive from the whip. We examined 
each other. Reina looked lovely and incredibly 
desirable. I only hoped I looked as good in my 
identical costume.

"Right!" said Reina, when we had finished brushing 
each other's hair so that it hung nicely down our 
backs. "It's a lovely sunny day - let's go!"

In the entrance lobby we stepped into our matching 
silver high-heeled sandals. Reina locked up carefully 
- she was carrying a purse, I was not - and we were 
off on the new day's adventure.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I skipped happily 
along beside Reina on the way to the subway station.

"We're going for a walk in the park," she replied 
firmly. "Yoyogi Park, in fact. Lots of things happen 
there. Especially on a Sunday. And there is one area, 
under the trees, where lovers like to go. Or people 
looking for lovers."

The subway train was not crowded and we were able to 
sit together. Reina crossed her legs casually, not 
caring if men sitting opposite could look up her tiny 
skirt. I tried to copy her, but found it impossible to 
be so relaxed so sat with my knees primly together. 
The pressure of the seat was making my bottom tingle 
unbearably and Reina kept whispering to me to sit 
still and stop wriggling. But my sensitive bottom, 
still shivering from the kiss of the whip, and the 
wonderful stimulation of the tight metal clamps 
lovingly gripping my nipples built up my sexual 
appetite, as Reina had promised, to a height which for 
all my attempts at self-control clearly showed in my 
face and body language. Of course the men in the 
carriage were fascinated by the pair of us. Reina 
surely wouldn't be so cruel as to keep me waiting much 
longer before I found a lover to relieve the tension 
consuming me. And then another ... and another ... But 
perhaps she _would_ make me wait: I was beginning to 
find, as she had promised, that the unbearable 
suspense and frustration was a sexual pleasure in 
itself.

We left the subway at Meiji-Jingumae, the station for 
the huge Shinto shrine where the spirit of the great 
Emperor Meiji dwells, walked a little way along the 
broad shopping street Omotesando, then cut north 
through a side street till we joined Takeshita-dori. 
As usual on a sunny Sunday the street of fashionable 
shops and cafes was thronged with young people, some 
girls displaying themselves in fantastic costumes 
based on their favourite cartoon characters. In fact 
there were so many desirable young girls there that I 
began to wonder if I had dressed sexily enough to 
attract attention! But I need not have worried: the 
sight of the two of us in our identical microskirts 
and silver high-heels was piquant enough to match the 
competition. Soon I unintentionally let out a little 
squeal as a wandering male hand stroked my sensitive 
bottom - then, in case my admirer thought I disliked 
his attentions, turned to smile up at him shyly and 
gratefully.

"Join me for coffee?" he said hopefully.

"Maybe later," replied Reina politely for us both.

The man moved on and began chatting with a couple of 
girls dressed in wide-skirted French maid uniforms. 
They looked twelve or thirteen but with their pink 
wigs and elaborate make-up it was difficult to tell. 
Probably, I thought, with all the superiority of 
nearly sixteen, they had just discovered their 
sensuality and were only at the stage of flaunting it 
and discovering how it teased and tempted, and did not 
yet know what that behaviour would soon lead to. 
Before long a man - perhaps the very one they were now 
flirting with - would respond to their uncertain 
invitations and they would discover the true power of 
their sexuality. Then they would enter the paradise of 
sensual delight which is every girl's birthright.

At last we made our way through one of the entrances 
into Yoyogi Park. It was crowded with people of all 
ages, exercising, walking dogs, listening to the 
amateur music groups whose loudspeaker systems were 
competing with each other, or just sitting on the 
grass enjoying the scenery and fresh air. Reina seemed 
in no hurry, and we wandered arm-in-arm through the 
crowds, continuing to attract attention as we went. At 
last we entered a quieter area shaded by trees. Young 
couples were seated on the grass or reclining together 
on _goza_ straw mats they had brought with them. Some 
were kissing and fondling each other discreetly; but 
as we moved further in under the trees the love-making 
became more open and unrestrained. How I envied them! 
Where were the lovers Reina had promised me?

We didn't have long to wait. A group of three young 
men approached us as we strolled, arms round each 
other's waist, among the happy couples. They asked, 
very politely, if they could join us and this time 
Reina didn't send them away. We walked, chatting, 
across the grass till we found an unoccupied patch. 
Nobody said, "Shall we sit down here?" It just 
happened. Reina and I knelt, somehow making it clear 
that we were anxious not to get grass-stains on our 
skirts. One of the three young men was carrying a bag 
from which two rolled mats were protruding: he quickly 
laid them out for us. Then they removed their trainers 
and placed them in a neat row, toes pointing outwards, 
beside one edge of the mats as if they were preparing 
to step onto _tatami_. [11] I glanced at Reina: she 
seemed content to leave her high-heeled shoes on, so 
that must be all right and I did the same.

"It's warm today, isn't it?" murmured Reina, 
half-sitting, half-lying on one of the mats with two 
of the men sitting cross-legged beside her.

The third man and I were sitting together on the 
other. I had my arms crossed, running my hands up and 
down my bare arms in an instinctive "I want to be 
touched" gesture. Then I saw Reina casually, almost as 
if she didn't expect anyone to pay attention, begin to 
undo the buttons of her white blouse. By the time she 
had undone the third, I had started to do the same. 
Soon my young man was gazing at my naked breasts, 
decorated with the nipple-clamps and their pretty 
chain.

"That's nice!" he said. "And it looks so good on you 
..."

"Thank you ..." I said shyly.

"Do you like wearing it?"

"Of course! It feels so good ..."

By now I had undone my blouse completely and was 
pulling it out of the waistband of my skirt. Simply 
and without any attempt at coquetry I let it fall back 
over my shoulders and off; then I was reclining in his 
arms. His fingers were already exploring the 
nipple-clamps and I showed him how the little screws 
on the underside of each metal sheath could tighten 
them still further ...

"Like that?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Oh, tighter ... it feels _so_ 
good. When _you_ do it to me ..." I added dreamily.

His hands were frankly exploring my breasts now as I 
leant back and closed my eyes. Then one hand began to 
move down my tummy. It was stroking my thighs and was 
soon feeling its way gently up my skirt. My bottom and 
thighs, still delightfully sensitive from the kiss of 
Reina's whip, were tingling with excitement. One 
finger was gently caressing my crotch through the 
little lacy triangle of my thong. I was breathing 
quickly now and thinking, rather than saying, "Yes, 
yes! Oh, yes!" hoping that he was receiving my 
message.

"Just a moment," I murmured, and pulled away from him.

I slid a hand up the back of my skirt and snapped the 
little fastener which held the strings of my thong 
together. It released its hold on me and I was able to 
pull it easily out of my skirt. As I did so, I glanced 
to one side: Reina, I saw, had used a different 
tactic. She had taken off her skirt but, still wearing 
her thong, was in a 69 position on top of one of the 
men, his fingers pushing the thong out of the way of 
his tongue while her hands played with the belt and 
zipper of his jeans. Perhaps I should have done that? 
My young man didn't seem to mind. His hand was inside 
my skirt again, his fingers caressing my damp, naked 
pussy.

"No hair?" he said, looking at me in surprise.

"No," I murmured. "It hasn't come yet ..."

That wasn't quite true, of course, but I had already 
begun to understand how important it was - how _good_ 
it was - to say things to men that would increase 
their lust for me, and therefore of course the 
pleasure they would soon give me.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Fourteen," I said shyly, adding in a whisper, "that 
is ... well, almost ..."

That wasn't quite true either - but I was learning 
fast!

"Oh, my darling!" he said, his fingers expertly 
penetrating my cunt and dabbling in the love-juice 
bubbling from it. "You like this?"

"Oh, yes! I love _everything_ men do to me ... Please 
do it more."

That at least was true. After a few minutes of intense 
pleasure, I hinted to him that I did not want my skirt 
to get creased or marked. I lay on my back and 
loosened the waistband and zipper: then I raised my 
bottom and thighs so that he could slide my skirt down 
my legs and off. I was nude now in the warm sunshine - 
apart of course from my shoes and my green fishnet 
stockings. Now it was my turn to experience the joy of 
having my pussy expertly tongued as my young man lay 
between my open legs, one hand supporting my bottom 
and the other reaching up to caress my breasts and 
play with the tinkling chain suspended from my pretty 
nipple-clamps. At last he pulled his mouth away from 
my soaking, gasping cunt.

"Please come on top!" he said, his voice thick with my 
juice and his own saliva.

Quickly I scrambled into a kneeling position and 
squatted over his face, looking away from him which 
seemed to be the direction he favoured. His hands 
grabbed my hips and pulled me firmly into place over 
his mouth; and then pressed my thighs together so that 
I held his head tightly imprisoned between them. He 
sucked and tongued me vigorously, while I could not 
resist the temptation to wave my arms over my head in 
a gesture of triumph.

Again I glanced across at Reina. Her man's jeans and 
underpants were round his ankles now, and his enormous 
erection was sliding deep into her mouth and out 
again. What a handsome couple they made, I thought! I 
looked around. We had accumulated an audience: some 
couples had been distracted from their own 
preoccupation with each other and were sitting in a 
loose circle round us, watching appreciatively.

There was of course a third man in our little group. 
He was sitting near Reina and her lover, shy and 
rather out of it all I thought. I gestured to him to 
join us. He seemed hesitant at first, but I soon had 
him standing in front of me as I loosened his belt and 
let his jeans fall to the ground. His erection was not 
as impressive as that of Reina's lover, but I stroked 
it reverently and drew it gently into my mouth. It 
thickened and soon began to pump my mouth 
enthusiastically. Good, good, I thought happily: 
cock-sucking is one of the things I know I do really 
well. Most Japanese girls learn to do it at twelve or 
thirteen, and it is probably the commonest form of 
everyday sexual activity: after all, boys love it, 
it's a great thrill and a lovely sense of power when 
they spurt uncontrollably into your mouth, and it's 
safe. This boy hasn't been sucked by many girls, I 
thought - what a shame! He's trying too hard and going 
at it too fast. I must teach him. With my hands on his 
hips I made him slow down, and tried to delay his 
orgasm with my lips and tongue. From somewhere above 
me I could hear him groaning with pleasure and 
thanking me.

But while this was going on in my mouth my cunt was 
being expertly sucked and nibbled by a man who clearly 
loved oral sex. He was gripping my waist and moving me 
so vigorously over his mouth and face that I 
surrendered all control over what was being done to 
me. Suddenly disaster struck: I had been too excited 
on leaving home to remember to visit the lavatory and 
my bladder was now full to bursting! I remembered that 
Bob had enjoyed it when I pissed in his mouth, but 
hadn't Reina warned me that not all men liked it and 
told me always to ask permission first? How could I do 
that, though, at the very last moment and with my 
mouth full of another man's cock?

It was too late. My bladder gave way and with mingled 
relief and shame I felt my water pouring endlessly 
into my lover's mouth. He gripped me harder still and 
pulled me even tighter onto his mouth; as his throat 
gulped the liquid down I could feel the rhythm pulsing 
through me. The thrill made me lose all control of my 
other lover's cock and his cum burst into my mouth 
just as the flow of pee slackened. I felt him sway and 
support himself with his hands on my head: I grabbed 
him round the hips to stop him falling. For a while 
the three of us were locked together, sucking the last 
drops of passion from our drained bodies. Then we 
pulled apart and collapsed into an untidy heap. I was 
vaguely aware of subdued applause from our audience, 
scattered around us on the grass.

"Oh, that was wonderful! Thank you!" said the boy 
whose cock I had sucked.

"That was fantastic! I love you!" said the man into 
whose mouth I had pissed.

I said nothing. I just lay there exhausted, my arm 
across his chest. I wanted to ask if he had really 
enjoyed drinking my pee. I wanted to apologise for 
having failed to warn him. I wanted to congratulate 
the boy on what I was now sure was his first attempt 
and tell him to keep practising. But I couldn't.

"I think it's fantastic," my face-sitting lover said 
again, "the way you pissed. So much - and it tasted so 
good. Promise to do it to me again."

I couldn't help giggling.

"Well, it will take a little while," I said. And then, 
in case he thought I was being impertinent, I went on, 
"You really enjoy it when girls do that?"

"Of course! And they love doing it so much - when I've 
persuaded them I really want them to! Young girls like 
you are best. They taste fresh and lovely. It's nicest 
when you come straight into my mouth like you did, the 
piss all flavoured with your cunt-juice. But it's fun 
too when a girl stands over me and sprays her piss all 
over me. I've done it with several girls at once - 
that's very exciting. A bit messy though."

I sat up and looked at him seriously. How very 
interesting it was to learn about the strange things 
men liked! Then, as I surveyed his handsome body, I 
was appalled at my own selfishness.

"But your beautiful cock!" I said. "You've been so 
good to me, and I've done nothing for you!"

I ignored his protests, pulled down his jeans and 
underpants and began to stroke his cock. Soon I was 
straddling him, impaling myself on his splendid 
erection, rising and falling at his direction as the 
pretty chain joining my nipple-clamps sparkled in the 
sunlight and tickled his chest. The other young man 
seemed content to sit and watch, even though I urged 
him to stand over us and give me his cock to suck a 
second time.

It didn't take long. I felt my lover's erection swell 
as the lovely cum forced its way through from his 
balls and fountained up inside me. At last we came 
apart and lay again in each other's arms. In my 
excitement I had completely forgotten about Reina, but 
looking across at her I saw that she too was in the 
final stages of being fucked: on her back, her lover 
pushing her thighs up so that her legs dangled over 
his shoulders as he at last burst passionately into 
her cunt.

It was over. For a while the five of us sat quietly 
gazing at each other, marvelling at the joy we had 
given each other - complete strangers who did not even 
know each others' names. How wonderful that was! Lust 
once again showed itself to be the most powerful and 
most beautiful force in the world. Would I have been 
able to surrender to it so easily if my sexuality had 
not been excited beforehand by Reina's skilful whip? 
Then the men stood up, rearranged their clothes, 
stepped into their trainers and prepared to leave. The 
two older men nodded and muttered something in a 
half-hearted way. Then they wandered off, not really 
knowing where to go until their attention was caught 
by a couple of pretty girls who had been watching our 
activities with wide-eyed fascination. The young boy 
was still standing there, looking down uncertainly at 
Reina and me as we wiped the cum from our cunts with 
wipes from Reina's purse and put on our skirts. I 
suddenly remembered that he was the owner of the 
_goza_ mats and was waiting for us to move so he could 
retrieve them. I knelt on the grass, rolled them and 
handed them to him with a formal bow and words of 
thanks. I was still naked above the waist - as was 
Reina - and the chain of my nipple-clamps glittered in 
the sunlight as it swung.

"Will you ... will you come here again?" he asked.

"Perhaps," I replied. "Will you?"

"Oh _yes_! If you do ... what is your name?" he asked 
with an effort.

"Sayaka," I said. "Sayaka Onodera. And yours?"

"I am Torajiro," he said. "They call me just Jiro."

Tiger Second Son. Just as well he drops the first 
part, I thought. Anyone less like a tiger ... But of 
course I did not say that.

"Thank you, Jiro-san," I said. "You were very good to 
me. Perhaps we may meet again. I should enjoy that."

The odd thing was, I would. So far in my life boys had 
always been the boss. I pleasured them and sucked them 
in accordance with their wishes. Of course I enjoyed 
doing that. It felt good to do it well and earn their 
praise. But this boy would be different, I felt. I 
would tell him ... teach him ... what to do.

"I shall be here next Sunday," he said with an effort.

"Will you? Then perhaps I will be too."

Pink with embarrassment at having been able to speak 
so openly to a girl, he shambled off. I turned to 
Reina. She had not bothered to put on her blouse and 
was hanging it over her shoulder with a finger of her 
right hand through the name-tag in the collar. Of 
course I did the same, using my left hand so that we 
could walk arm-in-arm. It felt so good to be 
shamelessly naked in the fresh air. I remembered that 
on the subway last night Reina had promised to arrange 
some public nudity for me. And now she had! As we left 
she picked up the two little thongs, the last evidence 
of our presence. On our way back towards the main area 
of the park, we drew level with a waste-basket.

"Don't need these any more," she said gaily as she 
dropped the little scraps of cloth into the bin. 
"Anyway, it's _much_ nicer without ..."

Suddenly I had a vision of myself seated on a barstool 
wearing a pretty minidress with nothing - absolutely 
_nothing_ - underneath. That had been less than 
forty-eight hours ago ... How much had happened since 
then, and how much I had learned about myself!

We came out from under the trees into the open 
sunlight.

"Better put this on, I suppose," said Reina, slipping 
her arms into her blouse. "Pity, but there it is."

I did the same with mine, and we helped each other 
with the buttons. We each left the top two undone, 
allowing anyone who wanted it a tempting glimpse of 
our breasts.

"Oh, that was _so_ lovely!" I said dreamily. "Being 
nude in the open ... and fucking ..."

"Yes, it _is_ fun. Is your appetite satisfied now?"

"No, of course not! I mean, after the lovely things 
you did to me - that we did to each other - I was 
desperate for sex when we arrived here. And the man 
who wanted me to sit on his face was a great lover 
..."

"Did you pee in his mouth?" asked Reina with a giggle.

"Yes, I did," I replied, blushing. "I know you said to 
ask first, but I just couldn't stop it coming. He 
seemed to enjoy it."

"Was the younger man any good?"

"Not really. Very inexperienced," I said with all the 
authority of my fifteen years. "But he'll learn. Now 
he's started."

"But it wasn't enough?"

"I don't think it _can_ be enough. I'd like to be 
fucked non-stop for ever and ever and _ever_ ... In 
public, of course. Before an audience."

Reina laughed as I skipped eagerly along beside her.

"Good for you. I'll try to arrange it for you."

==

"What shall we do now?" I asked as we stepped into the 
little entrance hall and removed our silver shoes.

"Right. It's Sunday evening. This is the programme. 
You take a shower. I'll cook something for dinner - we 
skipped lunch, remember?"

"I had a nice mouthful of cum," I interrupted 
naughtily.

"Then homework," Reina continued firmly. When you've 
done that - and _shown_ me that you've done it - maybe 
a little television. Bed by ten. Your own bed," she 
added, seeing the hopeful look in my eyes.

"Oh, dear ..."

"School tomorrow. The other side of your double life, 
remember?"

She was right of course. And I was in bed - alone - by 
ten. But I did not go to sleep at once. I masturbated 
for nearly an hour, replaying the whole weekend in my 
mind; and when I did sleep I dreamed of running nude 
through a sunlit field where all the trees had been 
turned into naked men with enormous erections.


FOOTNOTE

[11] As surely everyone knows, you take your shoes or 
slippers off before stepping onto the sacred surface 
of a _tatami_ floor. Whether _goza_ (basically a sheet 
of the rice-straw matting which is the topmost layer 
of _tatami_) counts as _tatami_ for this purpose is 
one of those mysteries no _gaijin_ can hope to 
understand. You leave your shoes with toes pointing 
away from the _tatami_, so that you can step neatly 
into them when you leave. If you don't do that, 
someone - usually a woman - will deftly turn them 
round for you: it is one of those entirely natural 
helpful gestures which make social interaction in 
Japan such a delight. There is one exception to this 
rule: you remove your shoes before jumping off a 
mountain or whatever to commit suicide, but you do not 
turn them round because you are not coming back. This 
position of the shoes has been accepted as evidence of 
intent to commit suicide in Japanese courts in cases 
where the cause of death (suicide or accident) is 
disputed. - B W


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