Learning_About_Myself.05

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/05
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

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 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 lean black 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 made me shiver 
all over just to imagine them caressing me.

"It's _lovely_! Are you ... 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 letting the lovely instrument caress 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 sides 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, forcing them to grip 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, that is, 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_.[12] 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 metal 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 
gives you 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 cleaned 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

[12] As surely everyone knows, you take your shoes or 
slippers off before stepping onto the sacred surface of 
a _tatami_ ?oor. 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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