Three Brits, a Yank, and a night none of us will ever forget.
Enjoy..
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This is the story of the most erotic experience of my life, a last minute double date with a beautiful but reserved British girl and two of her friends that took a wholly unexpected turn.
But first a little background. Right after college, I took a job as an English teacher in Japan. It was part of a program to bring native English speakers into the Japanese school system, and it was a really good deal for me. A chance to earn some money and live somewhere exciting and new while I figured out what to do with the rest of my life. One of unexpected benefits of living in Japan was the nearly inexhaustible supply of lonely ex-pat girls from places like England, Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand. Being an American, I was a sucker for the accents. One of interesting dynamics among young ex-pats in Japan was that most of the guys dated primarily Japanese girls. As a “gaijin” (foreigner), it was incredibly easy to hook up with the local girls, if you were into that kind of thing. But the converse wasn’t true. Ex-pat girls generally weren’t so keen on dating Japanese guys. So that led to an obvious imbalance. The ex-pat girls, who were lovely and fun, either had boyfriends who were far far away back home, or were faced with a very limited dating pool of interested ex-pat guys. Which is a long way of saying, for guys like me, potential hookup opportunities abounded.
The most memorable of these opportunities (by far) happened when I least expected it. I had run into a British girl named Victoria at a get-together of ex-pats in a neighboring town. She had been in my initial orientation session in Tokyo six months earlier, and we’d introduced ourselves, but I hadn’t seen her since then. I didn’t even realize she was teaching in a town just 15 miles south of me. She was very pretty in a stuffy British sort of way, the kind of girl you pictured riding horses on a large British estate or who it would not surprise you to learn was the Duchess of somewhere or other. Her accent was that of BBC news reader, educated and refined (she’d graduated from Oxford). She had straight, light brown hair, that was cut fairly short, ending at the neckline. A bit like Kate Middleton. She was petite and skinny, but with very noticeable curves. The word ‘posh’ came to mind.
We spoke for a while, shared a beer, and exchanged numbers. She said we should hang out sometime, but I didn’t really expect that she would initiate anything. In our 15 minute conversation, she’d managed to work in that she had a longtime boyfriend back home in London. She even mentioned his name, Paul. Having a boyfriend back home was not usually a deal breaker out here, but if you mentioned him by name in the first 15 minutes of conversation, that typically wasn’t an encouraging sign.
But to my surprise, a few weeks later my phone rang and it was Victoria. She said she had some friends visiting from England and asked if I wanted to hang out on Saturday. I had nothing planned, so I agreed and got directions to her place. I thought it was odd that she’d wanted to hang out while her friends from home were visiting (as opposed to a weekend when she was bored and alone) but whatever, it was cool.
On Saturday afternoon, I took the train a few stops south and wandered through the meandering streets of her town. It was a warm, sunny day, the first really good day of the year. Eventually I found her house. And it was an actual house,. The program we were on provided complimentary accommodations to the teachers, but they varied quite a bit. I had a small, modern apartment. Victoria had a traditional Japanese house, one that looked to be fairly big, at least from the outside. I rang the bell and a moment later, Victoria answer the door, looking absolutely stunning in a white spring dress with blue flowers on it. It was the kind of dress that was held up by a single strap that tied around her neck. Her shoulders and back were bare, but the front of the dress went most of the way up to her neckline. It was a short dress, but not too short, coming down to just above her knees. It was the kind of dress that was casual and sexy and classy, all at the same time, accentuating her curves but still leaving something to the imagination.
She smiled and gave me a very quick hug and peck on the cheek, just a European hello, but still somewhat unexpected. “Come in, come in.”
Once I was inside, I realized it was a duplex setup. Victoria had only the bottom floor. She opened the inner door and we walked down the hall to a living room area. The inside of the house was also very traditionally Japanese: tatami floors, very minimalist, what little furniture there was, was very low to the ground. There were no chairs, just a low-rise sofa along the wall and the occasional cushion on the ground. There were two other people in the living room, sitting on the floor next to a coffee table, a guy and girl. The guy looked to be of Middle Eastern descent; he had short black hair and a lean muscular build. He was wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts (just like me). The girl was strikingly pretty, with straight blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a white tank top and short jean shorts. If I had to guess where she was from just by looking at her, I might have guessed Southern California, but as soon as she spoke, that notion was quickly dispelled. She was clearly a Brit; they both were.
When they saw me, they both smiled and stood. Victoria said, “guys, this is Jake, he’s a yank.”
“But don’t hold it against me,” I added quickly, smiling.
The guy extended his hand to shake, “I’m Ali, a pleasure.”
“And I’m Fiona,” the girl said. Like Victoria, she immediately went for the European style greeting, a quick hug and a peck. As she moved in for the hug, I noticed for the first time that her nose was pierced, just a very small stud on the right side. She smelled fantastic. I also couldn’t help but notice that she had rather large breasts, particularly for such a petite girl.