Chapter 44

The next day there were a lot less people at the con, but it was still buzzing with activity. Joe had brought his own big-screen TV in and it was set up in one of the rooms. And it was full of people watching whatever we felt like putting on. Sometimes it was a movie like Excalibur or Clash of the Titans, at other times it was one of the tapes of me running games, as well as others that we had started to record.

By this time I had acquired two more video cameras. Not quite as good as my first as they were used, but they helped things a lot. If we were taping a game normally the two used ones would be set up on tripods and my original one would be handheld, whoever was working it moving from place to place and catching the action. We would then pass the tapes off to Lois who would edit them down for us. I now had about 15 games on tape, most of them mine but also games by Frannie and others.

I peeked in the room, and chuckled when I saw it was my very first adventure demo. I took a seat in the back, and watched as Holly was being the perfect Kaos in her prime. She was flirting with the fighter, and it was obvious he was somewhat flustered. And since it was on the large TV, I noticed that several times he was staring at her breasts. I just shook my head and chuckled. “What’s so funny?” I heard Lois say from next to me.

“Oh, this was my first public exhibition. The girl playing Kaos, that is Holly, my best friend. I must have seen this tape 50 times over the years, but I only just now noticed that the guy next to her was checking out her boobs.”

She chuckled and said “Well yeah, they are kinda hard to miss. Does she really talk and act like that though?”

“Oh no! Remember that Kaos is a complete ditz. A real ‘Valley Girl’, or as Holly proclaimed her a ‘Valley Elf’. She did talk a lot like that back then, but most of the gals back home did at that time. But she is one of the smartest people I know, she was just having fun with the role. But it is surprising seeing how young she was. We were only 17, hard to believe it was so long ago.”

“Well, you don’t look much different. Just a lot longer hair then really. I know you told me about her before, and how she helped you write that one. Was she your girlfriend?”

“Hmm, that’s complicated. And I mean really complicated. We had dated for a month or so the year before, but we both decided we were better off as friends. And it was that way until last year. Her and another friend decided they would be my ‘Girlfriends’ while I was home on leave. So one day I would go out with one of them, then a day or so later I would go out with the other. It was an interesting three weeks I tell you.”

“Yeah, it does at that. You having two girlfriends at the same time. That seems kinda weird and does not seem like you Pete.”

I laughed. “Oh, I am even more weird than that. The other girl is Mandy, the sister of my ex-whore. And I even dated another gal that neither of them knew, but Mandy had met.”

Lois just stared at me as I said that, and I nodded. “And I mean that as in date, nothing more than hanging out and some kissing. I still keep in contact with all three of them, but both Holly and Mandy are dating other guys now. We all knew it would only last while I was home.”

“Well, better you than me. I kinda have a boyfriend back home, and when I get out next year I plan on spending at least a month there and seeing if we still click. If so, hopefully he will follow me wherever my career takes me. One of the things that sucks here is that I get guys hitting on me all the time, it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, I can imagine so, since we guys outnumber the gals like five to one over here.”

We talked for a bit more, and then she had to head off to do a presentation on the reason why there are so many different kinds of dice. I always thought her choice was strange, but when I went in to watch part of it I could tell she was in her element. Most of the people were laughing as she manipulated cardboard copies that were the size of her head, and explaining why they were needed. And I thought it was a shame she wanted to go into production, because she would also be a natural in front of the camera.

Once again at around 8 Deb came up and gave me a hug, and asked how much longer I would be. Frannie told me she and Dorothy would lock up, and that I should just go ahead and take off. But that is when Riku came up and asked us if we had plans.

Deb told him we were just going to get something to eat then probably take a walk, and he insisted he take us out. “Come on, I have an expense account, so it is on me.” I saw Deb nod, so I agreed. We all climbed into his car and we stopped at a nice steakhouse. Now steaks are not something I had often anymore, it was insanely expensive out in town, and they served it maybe two times a month in the chow hall. And the three of us sat and talked, with Riku being curious as how we met.

He seemed surprised we were not really dating, but I had dated her roomie the year before. And that she was an aircraft mechanic. He even said a few things in Korean, but she just shook her head. “Sorry, second generation American here. I might know a few words, but I don’t really speak it at all.”

He just shook his head. “That is how you Americans all are. You go there then forget your home ways.”

“Oh not at all, I am an American so that is my home. In fact, Pete here is one of the few I know that could honestly say it really is his home since he has Indian in his background.”

Riku looked at me and I nodded. “We are really a mixed culture. Take everybody in the world, throw them all into a blender, and what you pour out afterwards, that is American. Only by last names can you really tell where at least some of our ancestors came from. Culver is an old English word for ‘Dove’, so odds are before part of my family came here from Ireland they spent a few generations in England. But nobody really cares.”

Finally the steaks were finished, and he said he was taking us out for drinks before going back. And we went into the entertainment district in Naha. And when we walked in, it kind of surprised me. There was a long bench on one wall, with about ten Japanese girls sitting on it. And in the tables and booths they were almost all male and female couples. “Riku, where are we?” I asked him quickly. “This looks like a brothel.”

He actually laughed. “Pete, this is known as a ‘Hostess Club’. I already had reservations, but did not know you would be bringing your own girl. It’s OK, this is not a sex club. It is kind of like the old geisha ways. I will pay for a girl, she will sit with us, talk with us, pour us drinks, but that is all. More like a date than anything else, you are not offended, are you?”

I looked at Deb and she grinned, and reached out and put her hand on his arm. “It’s fine with me, I have heard of these but never been to one. This should be fun I think.”

I nodded, and after talking to the Mammasan for a few minutes he was introduced to a girl named Mei. Thankfully Mei spoke at least some English, and soon she was pouring us all sake and we were explaining how such a strange group ended up there. And she at least pretended to be interested in games, but I had a feeling she likely knew nothing about them. And after a little over an hour he paid for the drinks and entertainment and he took us back to base.

“I have to admit Riku, when we first walked in there I thought you were taking me to a brothel.”

“Oh no, never would I do that! I just wanted to show you something you likely had not seen before, since you are leaving soon you say. This is like the Geisha used to be, just no real training. Salarymen often go to places like this, often as part of business meetings. As I said, it is like a casual date. Now in some places they do more than talk and flirt a little. But I knew this was a good place, I had been here before. And without somebody like me you would never get in, Americans are largely not welcome without a local like me with them.”

Deb admitted it had been fun, and it was to bad there was nothing like that for us. “Yeah, it might be fun, but I doubt many of us could afford it, when for the same price they could rent a bar girl. But I wonder if there were enough gals to support a, I guess it would be a ‘host club’? Where you gals could all could go and have fun with guys without pressure.”

“Oh, in Tokyo they do have host clubs, it is a real thing. But mostly only old or ugly girls go to them.”

“Riku, that’s not nice!” Deb said, and he just shrugged.

“I do not make the rules, Debbie. But you at least should understand, there is a big stigma in our culture not only to look good, but look right. That is why I envy you Americans. Here in Japan, if a girl is only half Japanese and half something else, many men will never date her. I meant ugly culturally, not looks. Now my wife is half Korean, so I do not care and never did. But say one parent was white, or Mexican, or even another Asian race, that can make it hard for her. But that is lessening now, we even have some singers and actresses that are mixed and nobody seems to care. Hopefully by the time my kids are gown that will be a thing of the past.”

Deb reached over and put her hand on his shoulder and apologized. “It’s OK, you did not know. And I do not cheat on my wife, which is why Pete would not understood where we went at first. And sadly, providing girls for others sometimes is seen as part of the job when dealing with others here in Japan. But we have never done business that way, and never will. If client wants a girl, he finds his own girl. I am not a pimp!”

By that time we were pulling in the gate, and Deb surprised Riku by giving him a hug and thanking him for the evening. We then headed on up to her room, and once we were there we sat on the couch and almost immediately started kissing. This time I knew I wanted more though, and slid my hand up and cupped her breast in my hand. Deb rotated her torso so I had easier access, and her full breast felt perfect in my hand. Our tongues were deep in each other’s mouth’s, and she was grinding her bottom in my lap and against my cock.

And I knew I was not going to be satisfied with this. I moved my hands to her waist and grasped her shirt. I pulled it up, then broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as I lifted it up over her body, and she raised her arms up over her head as I pulled it over her head. I held it straight up in the air, her hands trapped and upright in the fabric and the hole for the head just under her nose when I lunged forward, kissing her deeply. She tried to remove the shirt the rest of the way off, struggling against me as I held her like that. Unable to see, unable to move her arms because the shirt was keeping them trapped over her head. But she did not pull away, instead almost moaning as I held her that way, kissing her with more passion.

I held the shirt up like that with one hand, and lowered the other to behind her back and unfastened her bra. I pushed it up, and my head moved down, taking her right nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it hard, licking the tip with quick flicks of my tongue.

Deb was moaning, and even though she could easily escape how I had her “trapped”, she was not even trying. I lightly bit her nipple which caused her to moan louder, then moved to the other and started sucking it also. I pressed my face and lips into her breast as much as I could, feeling how firm it was. For being what seemed to be a full C cup, they were amazingly firm. I started to kiss my way between them, admiring how they had almost no sag to them at all. They were about the size of cantaloupe halves and stuck almost straight out from her chest.

Her nipples were fat, but short. Probably around a quarter-inch across, but not poking out far from her areola which were a little bigger than quarters. I bit lightly into her right nipple again and pulled my head back, stretching it out from her body before releasing it and letting it spring back. Deb moaned deeply, then I repeated it on the other side to similar moans. But I could feel my arm was starting to get tired of being so high in the air, and could only assume Deb’s arms were getting tired also. So I pulled back, and with both hands finished removing her shirt and tossed it on the floor.

Deb almost attacked me once I did, both arms wrapping around me and shoving her tongue into my mouth, moaning as she did so. I kissed her back, feeling her mash her breasts against my chest and rotating so she was straddling my hips. I moved my hands to her panty clad ass, caressing her through the thin cotton as she moved her hips to press herself against me.

Finally, we broke, and she looked at me, her eyes still glazed a bit. “Fuck, I can’t believe how hot that was! I could see nothing, and I could not even move, but I also knew if I had really wanted to I could have escaped with no problem. I just can’t believe how hot that made me. It was like you were in complete control, and I was letting you do it to me.”

I just knew what was coming next, but did not want to hear it. I knew she was going to ask how I knew that, so just shut her up by kissing her again, a muffled “Meep” from her lips as I did so, then I picked her up and carried her a few steps to her bed. Then once I dropped her on it, I really did what I wanted to do.

I turned her diagonal on the bed, so her ass was at the edge of the cot and started to kiss my way down her body. As I reached her breasts again I used my hands to pull her panties down over her hips, then off her feet. And once she was nude I wasted no more time in foreplay. I used my hands to part her thighs, then lifted the front of her skirt and dug in.

I captured her clit in my mouth and almost immediately started licking. I heard her give a muffled cry, and looked up as she shoved her hand into her mouth as her scent was filling my nose. Deb smelled amazing, the scent of her pussy was rich and earthy. Both of my hands went up and grasped her breasts, squeezing them as I lowered my mouth to slide my tongue between her lips, then in between them. Her juices were thick and slick, and I could tell her vagina was unique. Her right labia was obvious, and I easily took it into my mouth and licked and sucked on it, but her left was almost not there. I pondered this for a moment, then slid my tongue back inside and fucked her with my tongue a few times and dug in like a scoop before moving back up to her pearl again.

It was fat and hard, and my lips wrapped around it as I suckled on it like a nipple. Tongue moving all over, first licking up and down, then back and forth. And her hips were all over the place, finally I reached up and grasped her forearms and moved them up, my hands sliding to her hands and placing them on her own breasts. Deb then started squeezing her own breasts, being much rougher with them than I had been as my hands moved to her hips.

Now I found it easier to keep with her gyrations, her hips moving side to side, then up and down as I worked her over. And she was looking down at me, her face pure lust as I ate her out. And we both knew exactly what this weekend was really all about. I wanted to fuck her, and she wanted me to fuck her. This was nothing like love, but also far different than the commercial transactions I had been doing since I got back.

Lust, but not love. Affection, but not apathy. Finally, I felt her hips move more up and down than side to side, and heard her moans start to increase in volume. I watched her move her right hand back to her mouth and reached up with my left to grasp her vacated breast and try to squeeze it as she had been doing.

And it was not hard to tell when she came. Deb gave a muffled “Whuff” kind of sound, and her hips went rigid and her thighs almost slammed shut, her heels pressing against my back as her pussy and clit were doing rhythmic contractions under my tongue and lips. One hand had moved behind my head, and was holding my face to her. She was pulsing over and over again, her clit almost jumping as wave after wave overcame her. I looked into her face, and her head was thrown back, her back arched, and I saw her hand was just holding her breast instead of mauling it. So I did the same, and let my sucking and licking slow, until I was more caressing her gently with my tongue.

I released her hip with my hand, and reached down to my own waist. As I was licking her softly I opened my jeans, then pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. Finally, I pulled my face away from her, and alternated between watching her face, and looking into her pussy. Indeed it was unique, her right labia poking out between her lips, but I could see no sign of her left. I licked slowly up along them, and felt her shivering under me.

Then I felt her hands pulling on my hand, and I looked up into her eyes and she said softly “Get up here Pete.” I slid up her body, skin rubbing against skin until our lips met. Her kiss was passionate and full of desire, and she actually pushed up with her hips, urging me to move off of the floor and onto her bed. And in several repeats finally she was laying in the middle of the bed, knees bent and both feet on the edges as I was between her thighs. I felt her reach between us, and guide the tip of my cock against her opening. And I slowly slid myself into her.

We alternated between kissing and looking into each other’s eyes as we fucked. It was both hot and sexy, yet also tender. Her hands would alternate all over my body. One time behind my neck as she kissed me deeply, then on my ass urging me to move faster as we looked at each other. Her legs likewise would alternate between knees bent and squeezing my hips between them, then wrapped around my hips or waist and pulling me down with them.