Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2001 23:40:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Gretchen Mayes <chaistarr@yahoo.com>
Subject: story submission: "love in tokyo" By Gem

FROM TOKYO, WITH LOVE

	I got dressed into my "predator pants", tight flares
that hug every curve, so low below my waist that my
thong keeps creeping to view, enticing people with
visions of lacy delicate fabric containing a sweet
forbidden fruit...well anyways; these pants screamed,
"I'm horny." Ahh the power a women holds. I splashed
on some Chai Tea fragrance I had found in some
hippy-beauty store in Frisco. People love the smell of
this, earthy and sweet, enticing. Ok it was almost
10:00; any minute now people would be arriving.
Opening the wine bottles, lining them up on the bar
like beautiful art pieces, as they glistened from
Christmas lights aligned like stars on the ceiling.
Place some cd's in the stereo... some good techno- some
"darude"- some girly songs like "fallin"..."I will
survive", some Ani...drag in the old dusty loveseat from
the den, place a sarong-type fabric swath over it,
take a deep breath in out in out. Knock. Knock. Like a
procession of concert go-ers, the door yawned open to
usher in a mass of faces, like a kaleidoscope. Do I
look ok? Are people glad to be here? Oh, hi, yes I
know you, from Political Theory class last year,
right? Yea that Prof was a crackpot. You, over there,
what's your name? Wanna drink? Merlot? Chardonnay?
Splash of red. Rose. Diamond white. Feeling the
blissful tingles as they wine intoxicated me,
Dionysus, Goddess of Wine. I stand back and observe
the party from the hallway. My party. Tomorrow we all
start packing to go home for the summer, graduate,
whatever. And then, I see her.
 	Her hair is silky black, to her breastbone; her
steel blue-black-blue eyes shine like sapphires in the
light of wine and merrymaking. I had never seen her
before, or anyone like her for that matter. Cream
colored skin, with a hint of caramel, delicate, but
curvy body...36B breasts? Yes. Delicate clothes that
looks like they would turn to dust if you handles
them. Clinging. To. Her. Skin. Long eyelashes flirting
and caressing her cheek, exposing those
blue-black-blue eyes...cat eyes? Maybe she is Asian. She
is all alone, even if in such a huge crowd. Looks
lost, but somehow, beneath that, happy. Angelic. I
walk up, introduce myself.
	 "Hi, I'm Erin, and you?"  She shyly smiles, blink a
long flirty long sexy blink,
says
	 "Aiko. Aiko. Yes." I can tell she is uncomfortable
with English. I offer her wine. She starts to decline.
	 "It's good. Try" I saw, offering her a sip from my
glass. We depart, and a friend of mine grabs something
from my room and runs into the crowd laughing. She has
found a pornographic magazine I had hidden under the
bed.  I turn bright red as a so-called "friend" starts
reading articles about lesbian encounters, and
suddenly I am running fast frantic fast, and I slam my
bedroom door, rattling the pictures on my wall. I
collapse into my bed crying. Grasping my pillow.
Mumbling nasty comments under my breath. Hitting my
pillow.... stupid me. Why must I like girls? I should
have hidden that magazine. Now everyone knows. I am a
freak.
	I hear my door creep open and I mumble, "go away". I
hear a whisper "Oh, me.... So sorry. I go." I pry open a
tear swelled eye and switch on my lamp. "Aiko?" I see
the not lit silhouette turn to me, walk over, grab my
hand. Delicate. Soft. Caressing hands. 	"Why they
laugh at you, I not sure. I saw you run here, sad." I
start to turn the other way; afraid she is somehow
mocking me. She delicately grabs my side. Looks at me
with sorrow.
	"Ok. I...I...like girls. I.... I.... no one can know. They
will hate me. I hate me. Why Me? I-"
	"You like girl. I never am with girl. No boy. Not
know of thing like this." She gives a subtle pleading
look at me. I reach into my dresser and pull out
another hidden magazine. I suddenly am reading her an
erotic story of lesbians having a clandestine
relationship of kissing and heavy petting. I start to
masturbate while reading it, unaware of what I am
really doing. Aiko looks at me and I stop. What was I
doing? I've been caught. But n. Her eyes are wide and
a smile slowly creeps onto her beautiful delicate
exotic face. Her eyelashes flirt with me. I see her
take off her skirt, and I see her little white bottom,
like tow half moons, no, more beautiful than the moon.
She turns around and climbs into bed with me. I gently
kiss her on the forehead. Cheek. Lip. Neck. Ear.
Nibble. She giggles. I reach down and touch her pussy,
it is warm and wet, leaving my fingers glistening to
sweet dew which I take to my lips, now covered in her
sweetness, and kiss her gently, tasting her salty
sweet mouth pussy mouth mixing swirling in my mouth,
dancing on my tongue. I deftly unclasp her blouse,
unclasp a simple but lacy bra, her breasts tumble
towards my waiting hands as I caress rub my tongue
begins its dance on her hard, rose-colored nipples.
She gives a slight moan.
	Suddenly I'm grinding against her pussy with mine,
hungrily nibbling her soft lips, exploring her mouth
with my tongue, wrestling with her tongue which
tickles and I feel tingles down my spine. She grabs my
chin, plants a kiss on my lips and whispers "your
shirt. In way, take off". I eagerly do as she says,
she grabs at my thigh, inner thigh, and she must feel
my throbbing clitoris from here. She places her warm
wet soft tongue on my nipple, and inserts her soft
delicate finger into my pussy. Pulls out. Presses her
wet pussy against mine, rubbing, out sweet juices
mixing swirling. Moaning, nibbling. Tingling. I feel
warm, building up, my body tingles more, my thoughts
meander and I feel like I am weightless, no, hot, no
throbbing down down pump pump blood rushing down down
down she is going down on me my God! Ohhhh!!!!!!! I am
licking her sweetness she licks mine I feel a wave and
hear a moan. She is moaning I am cumming hot waves
ecstasy she is in ecstasy. We collapse. Sweaty.
Satisfied.
	She gathers her clothes. Gets dressed in front of me
no don't get dressed I want to see your body again,
your beautiful skin, I feel a kiss land upon my lips,
gentle, and you let your hands touch my chin, your
lips pull away away as your hand trails gently down to
my toes, you look at me with desperation. You are far
away now, at the door. "Goodbye, America. Home now. It
was fun" you wink a flirty lashed wink and the door
closes it is dark I am alone grab my pillow, smell
your smell left on it, grasp it tightly never let go I
fall asleep, hearing soft music fade into the silence
of dreams.