Journey of the Next Door Valentines

Koki's smile grows, when she sees me smile. Even though the phone is speaking, I can tell she would be bouncing, if she were on her feet, as her voice is now bright with inflections. I start to slide my hands up her thighs. Grinning, she says "Not Yet!", this command in English. Koki swats my hand, and then laughs when the phone translates "Not Yet!" into Japanese.

"So, my heart pleads for him to want to see me again. Then it dances when he does. Kaito suggests photos will make sure he comes back. I worry that, with the pictures, he will know how ugly I really am. But, I decide that I have to know his decision, for I could not go forward without knowing if he would later turn me away, once he saw all of me. And if I had to give him my body for this sex, I could endure that, as it would honor him for his kindness to this ugly, bastard girl."

"Then he returns. He still wants me. Then the magic; I start to believe his words. I think, at least for him, that I please him, and I like pleasing him, very much. Then he touches my breasts, and I suddenly have no fear anymore. My heart dances and my mind agrees with my heart. His touch is heaven on earth. It is a feeling I want to own always and forever."

"We have lunch and he asks me questions that I want to understand, but I am not sure of. So, I take last night, and I study very hard. I probably wear out Google Translate. I study 'taking advantage', and 'innocent', and therefore study 'sex', and then 'love'. I think very, very hard about my life and whether I can conquer my past. Then it suddenly comes into my mind like a morning sun; that that was 'old' Kokomi. 'New', American, Kokomi has no past, no pain, and is all about the future. Therefore, I am free to be as happy as I can be. And I have found a man who makes me more happy than I know how to understand, so I will just wallow in happy like a pig in mud."

I broke out laughing at that remark, and then smiled so hard, it hurt. I only got out a "You..." before two palms covered my mouth and I saw a glowing smile and dancing eyes getting closer, until she rubbed noses with me.

"Now, really, really close to end...promise. After much study, I now know that I am very innocent about sex and such a physical relationship. But, I am so eager to know what it feels like and what it means. However, I am Not innocent about human behavior. I have lived among greed, anger, contempt, selfishness or simple evil. I see none of those in this man."

She took her hands off of my mouth, and gave me a drilling stare. "Tell me, then. Are any of those bad things hiding in this man?!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Good, just as I thought!" she chuckled back.

Now she lifted the phone, put it to sleep, and set it aside. She picked up the end of her hair that had been on my chest, and started whirling it around. In English, she said, "I must also be sure he does not want this..." and slapped me on both sides of the face with her hair, "...BDSM sex!" I started laughing so hard, she had to steady herself with the back of the couch as she rode my bouncing stomach. I shook my head again, and she started laughing, too.

The laughing turned to a giggle, and she said, through a big smile, "I did see an interesting lady, tied with silk scarfs and touched with a feather. I could be tempted to try that!" I started laughing again, but nodded my agreement. "NOW," she said, glaring at me, "The most important question!" I stopped laughing, and waited, intently. "Is this wonderful man patient enough to teach this innocent about cowgirl, doggy, mission, and bareback!"

I grinned and chuckled. "But it is called 'missionary', and bareback might be a problem because..."

She covered my mouth again, shaking her head. "I have one thing to thank mother Ishikawa for, and her fear of sex; the IUD two years ago. Also, I do not have that hayman."

"Do you mean 'hymen'," I chuckled, again. "Yes, that!" she laughed.

"And no man has ever touched you, before me?" I asked.

"One teacher want to, but I kick him between the legs, the way my father taught me. If not that, I have shaken hands with men. That is all. Now, last, most important words. Yes, you are first...everything for me...but I am not stupid. I may meet other men, but what could they give me that you do not. Money, I have, but I do not want to be the fashion model, or the celebrity, to shop, shop, shop. I want to be in the forest, with you. And to hear your kind voice tell me that I am sexy, and only yours. And to tingle at your touch, to sigh in your arms. And to know that I can live every day and know it will be you that battles the sun to be my light and to make me warm. Is this not what love should be?" she said, seeming to glow with the delight of saying the word "love".

I think I had known about 10 minutes ago, that I loved this delightful soul, and I had never thought that I had loved any girl, before. And just "girls" they had been. Looking up into those waiting, big eyes, I croaked, "You are my first, too. The first woman I have loved, and the last. You are courageous, delightful, and wonderful."

Her tears started again, but this time they trailed over cheekbones pulled high in a huge smile. She placed her hands beside my head, on each side. "Now let me feel the hands of the man that makes my heart sigh," she whispered.

I watched her face as I slowly slid my hands up, cupping her butt. Her eyes stayed on mine, but they looked a little strained as she let out a deep breath. As my hands started to move up, her back tensed in an arch. When my hands reached the bare skin of her back, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her back sagged in relaxation. I slowly stroked up to her shoulders, and her mouth fell open, silently. Then Koki's eyes eased open, found mine, and she reached behind her head, did something, and then her ponytail exploded into a waterfall around her head and shoulders, enveloping us both.

Her eyes still fixed on mine, she lowered her body onto mine and relaxed, with her lips slowly swirling over mine. She would not yet understand it, but she was the sexier than any dream I had ever had. I poked my tongue out, against her lips, and she pulled back slightly and looked at me curiously. Giggling, she stuck her tongue out, and dueled with mine. Then I gently pulled her head down, exploring the inside of her lips, and returned my hands to stroking her back. She seemed startled for a moment, and then opened her mouth, sank against mine, and carefully probed my mouth with a surprisingly long tongue.

Not releasing the kiss, or stopping the exploration with her tongue, she braced herself on her forearms, and started to shift her legs. I pressed her back against me to stabilize her, and then she straightened her legs out, so that she was prone on top of me. Finding my hardness under her, she broke the kiss, giggled softly, and gently shifted her hips, as my hardness rolled underneath her. "What position is this called?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know," I smiled, "How about we just call it the 'happy' position?"

"Oh yes," she sighed, "Very happy position. My body is calling to me, saying much more pleasure is hiding within me!"

I slid my hands down her back, and eased them under her sweats cupping her startlingly bare buttocks. Her breathing halted and her head dropped next to mine. As I rolled my palms over her soft, but firm butt, she started breathing again, and whispered something in Japanese. I asked her what she said, and Koki gave me a single laugh and said, "If I text you, it would be 'OMG'!" My laugh bounced my stomach up into hers, and then she let out a big sigh that dropped her stomach firmly onto mine. I withdrew my hands from her sweatpants, while she hummed, softly.

Propping herself on her elbows, she searched my face. "How can this be?" she asked, "I have never done this before, yet my heart knows this is where I belong. My body urges me to find more tingles, yet I am as calm and relaxed as a doe resting in the forest. I want your hands to touch the skin of my back, but I miss your hands on my butt. I need your hands on my face, long for them to return to my breasts, and my hips cry for a touch that it says is dangerous. All of this while my fingers now crave to touch your skin, to explore where your sighs are to be found. It is everything at once, wonderful, yet never enough. Is it this way for you?"

I swept her hair away from her face and just looked into those waiting eyes. "My words will never be as beautiful as yours, but yes. I have touched the skin of a woman before, many really. Yet, I have never felt what I feel with you. My desire for you is beyond what I thought was possible. I want to pleasure you, yet I could simply get lost in your calmness and your joy for hours. Either seems like heaven to me."

Koki smiled, nodding slowly, "I think I could live my whole life in this moment, and never miss the world. You are all I need."

I reached up and kissed her, and then let my hands slide off of her. "I think we should move to the bedroom." She nodded and slid off of me, giggling as my hardness was drawn across her hips. She reached out and cautiously touched that hardness with one finger. "That is a mystery my body longs to know."

"You will, my beautiful. That, and much more." She grinned, swung her hair, so that it was wrapped around her neck like a winter scarf, and then picked up our shoes. I picked up the sodas, and started toward the hallway to my bedroom. I heard her wistful voice behind me, "Goodbye, old Kokomi. You no longer have a home in me."

I stepped into my room, set down the soda, and turned. I found her standing in the door, looking around my room. It was still pretty much as it had been since high school, and really wasn't conducive to seducing women. In fact, I had never actually had sex with anyone in here, ever. My full-size bed hadn't even been made up; a rookie mistake on my part.

She put our shoes down and started looking at the pictures on the walls, paying the most attention to my baseball team photo. She studied it closely, finally pointing and saying "You?"

I put my face next to hers to look at the photo and was about to respond, when I heard her vaguely inhale. Turning just my eyes, I only could see part of her face, and it was turned towards me. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Smelling you," she said, simply.

"May I move?" I chuckled.

"Yes, I am done," she said, and I turned to see a contented smile as her eyes glittered looking at me.

"Good?" I asked.

"So different, but very nice," she said, as she sat on the bed. She petted the sheets, and then slowly looked all around, once more.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked, with some caution.

She turned towards me, with a very gentle look on her face and her hair pooled behind her, "My life has changed so much since I have known you. Today, it has changed very much, already. But, I think what we are about to do will be another great change, and I wish to remember this place."

"Are you concerned about having sex with me?" I queried, as I sat next to her.

"No...no, no. My insides are dancing with excitement because my hopes are so great about this...this...I liked it last night when I read it can be called 'making love'." Leaning back against my shoulder, she continued, "I am here, in love with the man who loves me. 'Old Kokomi' would not even believe this moment could exist. You are about to show me pleasures, that my imagination is not great enough to even know how to start imagining. And, I hope I can honor your love by returning pleasure to you."

"Koki" I said, and encouraged her to sit up so that I could turn to face her, "Just listening to you with these thoughts is like being struck by the beauty of a poem, and I don't like most poetry. You're amazing. The depth in your soul makes me feel my life, until I met you, has been shallow and childish. I thank you for showing me something in myself that makes me feel...well...more valuable."

Her eyes searched mine, and she ran her fingers gently down my cheek. Then it was my turn to put my finger across her mouth to stop the imminent words. That made her giggle. "It is my turn to talk," I said, smiling, "I want to make love to you, so very much. And I want to create all the pleasures in you that I know how to...well, maybe, not all of them, at least today. We have time to learn each other's bodies and what they like best. But, for this time, I want you to just enjoy receiving pleasure from me, and not worry about me. I will get all I need, and more, just from the giving. Is this okay?"

Koki's head leaned towards me, and she whispered "Yes" into my mouth, before her tongue played over my lips. I gave her a moment, and then I brought my tongue out to play with hers. She hummed, happily. When she stopped, I said, "Lie down and move up." She smirked, and followed my instructions, lying on her back after she had moved her hair aside. I lay on my side, next to her, and then leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss, this time with more eagerness than I had felt before.

She gave a little squeak and shudder when my hand petted her stomach. After that, I felt the muscles of her stomach roll in contractions as I moved across it. As I started to slide my hand under her top, she took in a deep breath and held it. Once I had slowly stroked across her breasts a couple times, and felt her nipples respond, she gave in and started breathing again, with her mouth limply open against my lips. The more I ran my palms over her breasts, the more rapid was her breathing and squirming. The gasp was sudden and strong when I started circling her nipple with my forefinger. When I moved to her other nipple, she gave a long moan, and she started to writhe, her grip mauling one pillow. I pulled back and smiled at her, as I gently rubbed the end of her nipple.

Still squirming slowly, she looked at my eyes for a moment before her gaze wandered off, and her voice moaned, between bursting breaths, "What is...this magic...that I am...helpless to...your touch?"

"I'll get you, my pretty!" I said, in a cheesy, raspy witch voice, and that got a quick smile and a single laugh, before the pleasure of my rolling her other nipple between my fingers brought her back to her bliss. When I removed my hands from under her top, she looked at me with pleading eyes, which grew more intense for a few seconds before she lunged at me, kissing me hungrily while clutching and pulling at my t-shirt. I rolled away, to her confusion, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Koki just stared at my chest, before cautiously reaching out to touch me. The slow motion of her movement contrasted with the heaving of her breaths. Once a finger touched my stomach, her whole hand quickly followed. Her anxious eyes glanced at me before her hand started to travel all over my chest. She stopped to comb the small patch of hair in the middle of my chest. Then she moved to my arms, and all the way down to my hands, with a look of puzzlement.

She again looked at my chest, and then placed her hand on it and paused. I think she was feeling my breathing, and I smiled at her. Her breathing was still strong when she looked up at me and I smiled back, before a few chuckles bubbled out of her. Then she focused on the small trail of hairs down the center of my stomach, gently twisting them and working lower until she reached my navel. She traced around it with her finger a couple times and then started twisting the trail of hairs below the navel, until she reached the waist of my jeans.

I was enjoying watching and feeling her exploration, when her hand moved over the waist button, and then hesitated. She looked at me with a question written all over her face, and I nodded. Very slowly, she lowered her fingers to the waist button, and, rather, explored it with her touch. When she finally decided to undo it, she found a single hand was not effective. She quickly sat up, now more determined, and used both hands to free the button. Her hand rushed to the zipper, then pulled back quickly, as if it had bitten her. Both hands jumped to cover her face, as her blush grew.

I put my hand out and stroked her bare back and the ribs of her side, and she leaned into my hand, slightly. Her tentative hand reached out, grasping the zipper. One click, then several. Several more followed, then a continuous 'zip' all the way to the stop. She cautiously lifted one flap of my open jeans, and then just stared at the long, large lump in my boxer briefs. She actually recoiled and squealed when my penis displayed its enthusiasm with a bounce against my underwear's fabric.

When she continued to stare and breathe deeply, I started pushing her top up, and her hands jumped back to cover her face. Then she looked at my face, nodded slowly, and pulled off her top, dragging it out to full arm's length to free her hair. I finally saw her lovely round mounds, with small, medium brown areolas and nipples. I pulled her topless form onto mine, and she tentatively let her body come into contact with mine, and then let her full weight settle onto me as she tucked her face against my neck, with her hair draping over my arm.

She slid both hands down my arms and interlaced her fingers with mine, as her warm breath discharged under my chin.

"Happy?" I asked, almost rhetorically. She slowly nodded. Rocking her head back, putting her mouth close to my ear, she said, in a hush, "This is impossibly pleasing. Everything you do, I want that thing to never end. But, my body tells me there is a better end to these pleasures, and this journey must continue. What is next, my master?"

I slid my hands from her hands, and put mine into her sweat pants, grabbing her bare butt. I received a satisfied moan and squirming hips. Whispering to her ear, I said, "I never want to be your master in life. We will always be equal partners in whatever we do. But for these pleasures, today, I will play a gentle master." The cheek next to mine nodded.

"Then" I chuckled, "If you wish the journey to continue, you must be brave, and remove all your clothes, and then mine, too!" Koki whimpered, but then slowly pushed off of me, with her hair rising off the bed. Koki looked at me, rolled onto her back, and then closed her eyes as she slid her sweat pants down. There was no underwear for her to remove. She looked back at me anxiously. "Beautiful, sexy...and mine" I responded, and she gave me a brief, shy smile.

I nodded towards my body, and she rolled onto her side, with her hands cautiously approaching my waist. With just two fingers of each hand, she tried to pull at the loose fabric at my hips. Unsuccessful, she tried using the belt loops, but only gained a couple inches, even with me raising my hips. Resigned to force, she got off of the bed and started snatching at the cuffs, then legs, then finally grabbed handfuls at the top of my thighs and yanked. That got her the progress she needed, and she smiled as she slid my jeans down my legs and off.

Now her hands really got hesitant, and she looked at me. Her eyes pleaded for me to confirm that she actually had to do this. I nodded again, and she slowly reached for my waistband and gently pulled. When my crown appeared, she let go and jumped back, giggling loudly. I guess it is universal, because next she did that female tension-release thing of bouncing while spinning, and shaking her splayed fingers. With a couple deep breaths, she resumed her task. When the crown again appeared, I laughed as she winced and then only peeked at my groin when slid my underwear off me.

Her peeking morphed into a full-on stare, as she studied whatever had her attention about my genitals. Then, a single finger extended forward on a slowly moving hand. She looked ready to leap clear at the first sign it would attack her. Koki looked at my face with an anxious smile, and I gave her a big smile and nodded again. She finally touched the shaft, lightly poking at it. Then she poked the crown. Its softer texture seemed to interest her, and she poked it several times before braving a little squeeze.