When I came back about ten minutes later, now in a t-shirt and some pajama pants, I knocked and Naomi opened the door for me. My eyes were immediately drawn to her. She too was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants, but that wasn’t what caught my eye. For a top, she was wearing only a small t-shirt that fit snugly over her breasts. With no bra on underneath, the contours of her ample breasts were apparent, as were the protrusions caused by her nipples. She must have noticed me staring at her chest because she said, “I hope you don’t find this too immodest. I just can’t sleep in a bra.”
A little embarrassed, I gulped, and said, “Sorry, it’s just… it’s a side of you I haven’t seen. I’m only human.” I smiled meekly.
“Oh don’t be silly, Jake. I’m asking a lot of you. You can look as much as you like. I don’t mind. As long as you stay with me and keep me company.”
There was something so wholesome and disarming about her. So many beautiful girls have a way of making you feel self-conscious and on edge around them. Not Naomi. From the very first day, she made me feel completely at ease, like being around an old friend.
She beckoned me over to the bed, and I followed, lying down on my back on the right side of the bed. A moment later, she crawled into bed next to me, pulled the covers up over us and snuggled up against me. “Let me warm up against you for a little,” she said, “then I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
“Whatever you say,” I replied, reaching my arm around her and pulling her up against me. With all of the close contact, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her breasts pressed against my side, it wasn’t long before I was sporting an erection. I was pretty sure she could tell, but she didn’t say anything or give any indication it made her uncomfortable, and after a while we were both asleep.
The next morning, we both got up early to get ready for work. We didn’t talk much, but before I left to return to my apartment, Naomi came up behind me and gave me a bear hug, saying “thank you for staying with me. That’s the best I’ve slept since I got here.”
“Any time,” I said as I left, wondering if I really meant it.
A NEW ROUTINE
That night, I went to dinner and drinks with some fellow teachers and didn’t get back until around ten o’clock. Exhausted, I immediately brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Just as I was about to hop in bed, there was a knock on the door. It was Naomi, and she was dressed in her same sleeping clothes as the night before.
“Hi… uh… come in,” I said. She readily accepted the invitation and a few minutes later, we were lying on my bed, watching TV, her head again resting on my chest. Thanks to the light of the TV, I had a pretty good view of her cleavage down the collar of her shirt, and the shirt itself was pretty thin, easily showing the outline of her nipples. I hadn’t had any kind of sexual release in days and was still a bit worked up from all the close contact the night before, so within seconds I had a raging erection. This it time I was certain she noticed. It was right in front of her face, after all. So I decided to address it first.
“I’m… sorry about that. It’s… um… just a reaction to the close contact. It’s involuntary.”
“Are you saying you would get hard no matter who was cuddling up with you? Even some hideous hag?”
“Um… no…” I started to say, fumbling for words.
“Relax, Mr. Uptight American. I’m just having a laugh. I know how you boys work. And I’m not even the slightest bit bothered. As long as you don’t expect me to help you with that, it’s not a problem.”
“Of course not,” I added quickly.
Naomi ended up spending the night in my bed that night, and before I even appreciated what was happening, we had established a new routine. We spent the night together, in one or the other’s apartment, every night that week. And it was always the same: very affectionate, but not intimate, not sexual.
But it was starting to present quite the conundrum for me. I was incredibly attracted to Naomi and all of the close contact was a constant stimulant. I had an erection nearly continuously and not much opportunity to address it. One morning, I was so desperate that I ended up rubbing one out in the shower before work, something I almost never do.
ANOTHER GIRL
By the time the weekend rolled around, I knew I needed to find a better outlet, so I reached out to a fellow expat I knew who lived a few towns over. Her name was Lynne. She was from California, a Chinese-American girl from L. A. with a pierced nose and several tattoos. We had hooked up once at a house party four or five months before. We hadn’t slept together at the time – just drunkenly fooled around a little on a couch – but she had made it clear that she was up for a casual hookup any time. She wasn’t on the same level as Naomi on the attractiveness scale, but she was cute enough, and I knew that she wasn’t looking to get attached.
Thankfully, she didn’t have Saturday plans and she agreed to meet up with me in Sapporo. I left a note for Naomi letting her know that I was going into Sapporo and didn’t plan to be back until Sunday some time. I met Lynne at a ramen shop and, after we ate, we rented a karaoke booth and ordered drinks. By the end of the third song, we were making out. I had so much pent up sexual energy that the mere act of kissing made me instantly and powerfully aroused. At my urging, we were soon on a train headed back to my town, which was closer than hers, and making out the whole way, much to the curiosity of our fellow train passengers.
When we finally got to my place, it was a little after 10:00 pm, and by the time the door was shut, we were kissing passionately and starting to pull off each other’s clothes. As I was about to reach for Lynne’s shirt, there was a knock at the door. I knew instantly who it was and felt awkward about it. When I opened the door, Naomi immediately saw Lynne sitting on my bed, saw my disheveled appearance and no doubt knew exactly what was happening. For a moment, there was a flash of what might have been jealousy or hurt in her eyes, but she recovered quickly and forced a smile. “I’m so sorry, Jake. I didn’t realize you had company. Have a good night!” And with that, she was gone.
I closed the door and returned to Lynne. “Who was that?” she asked.
“Just my neighbor,” I answered. “She’s new. Probably just wanted to watch TV or something.”
“She’s hot. Lucky you, Jake.” And with that, we picked up where we’d left off. Within minutes, we were both nearly naked and Lynne had dropped to her knees at the foot of my bed and quickly taken my cock into her mouth. She was unusually confident and aggressive, at least compared to the other girls I’d been with up to that point in my life, and it was an enormous turn on. And given that I hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over a month and had been in a state of perpetual arousal all week, I knew I had no hope of lasting long, at least during round one. Lynne must have sensed this as well by the way my body was tensing up, but she didn’t let up a bit and, within no time, I was coming hard in her mouth. Given the week I’d had, it must have been an awful lot of fluid, but she swallowed it down without objection.
Moments later I pulled her to her feet and then pushed her back gently onto the bed. I then moved down between her legs and began to return the favor. I prided myself on being good with my tongue and, based on her reaction, she agreed. Within minutes she was moaning loudly enough to wake the neighbors, and it occurred to me that Naomi must be hearing everything through the paper thin walls that separated our apartments. But I pushed that thought out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand, which, within a few minutes, led to an enthusiastic orgasm.