"The Long Highway" Pt. 01

"The Long Highway" Part One

Get comfortable. Here's another long story from me, also about Akemi and me, for starters at least.

Before it's finished, you should be able to feel the thrust of my penis in her, the wet of our kiss, how that felt.

Before we got together, when I barely knew Akemi, just as a student, I lived in a state of suspense, high excitement for a while, to the point of behaving a little erratically, anyway doing things I ordinarily wouldn't.

I went to the college on my off day, looking for her. I relish my time to myself, away from work, but this didn't feel like a sacrifice.

For some reason, I ended up in the empty gym, which I saw was being set up for something.

My boss Silvia came in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have some work to do."

A lie.

"Well, they're making a video here."

You should get out, she meant.

She was scrutinizing me. She's pretty adroit, maybe saw I was acting strangely.

"For the film department, right?" I said. That was one being promoted.

Silvia confirmed it.

"I won't be staying long."

In fact, I had no business there at all.

Then Akemi and Silvia were both there, at the sidelines.

"I'll just sit here," I said, reluctant to leave though feeling self-conscious. Partly it was a matter of pride that I hang out a bit, not acting at my boss' beck and call, scurry off at just her hint that I should.

Folding chair, smooth metal, grey brown- you know the type- also on the sidelines, in foul territory, that is. There was no reason I should sit down. I'd pretend I was waiting a few minutes until it was time to depart for an appointment. Before I could, though, I felt a hand at my back.

"You always do this," a voice from behind me said. It was Akemi.

"I didn't tuck in my shirt, right?"

She was tucking it in, careful not to push much past the waist.

"You never do," she said.

So she had noticed! She was interested in me. Plaid shirt, not flannel but light cotton, stiff, newly washed, as it happened, but partly tail out in back. green and steel grey, I hadn't noticed.

Of course Silvia didn't like this. She was a stickler about propriety, dressing right for class. I lived alone and didn't give much attention to my appearance.

"Well, I have to go," I said, much buoyed by Akemi's attention, her touch!

I sensed Silvia was glad to hear that. She didn't like teachers hanging around on their off days, up to who knew what.

"Where?" Akemi asked. Disappointed. I noticed her eyebrows move.

"To XXXXXX University."

"To XXXXXX?" Impressed.

I couldn't sustain the lie, though.

Actually, to BBBBBB College. We have a branch near there." Our college of course is a local public one, not Ivy League like XXXXXX, far from it.

Did Akemi look disappointed with me? Did she see I was trying to fake a connection to the more prestigious institution? Might she feel sympathy? I didn't want that, needless to say. I wanted her admiration, fascination, desire, like mine for her.

"Wanna come along?" I really felt like asking Akemi- maybe on the spur of the moment she would have said yes- but I couldn't make the overture, invite a student out, not with Silvia right there. I was all lit up for Akemi, almost ready to put myself in trouble with my boss, even just on the off-chance.

Why were they together, anyway? Was Akemi going to participate in the video production for the film department? She had no connection to it that I knew of. Had she been enlisted as an actress, a model student? She was photogenic enough.

Was Silvia interested in her? Was she a lesbian? Did that explain the sharp looks she'd seemed to be giving me?

It was a time of wild speculation, even some paranoia, wild ups and downs.

Akemi wore a skirt and sneakers, a look I usually don't like, but it looked good on Akemi- because it was new to her, something she was trying, a costume, play. The cheerleader impression extended to her legs: well-toned, even athletic but long and shapely, more evocative of art- dance, which she did- than sport. She stood with them parted, talking to Silvia, then to me.

There was something black in her outfit- Ah, her hair. Her black hair. She didn't toss it, flirtatious- if only- but it sort of tossed itself, looked great under the gym lights, shone, stole the spotlight. She did. In her orange and brown and blue striped sweater- not so much striped as banded, in wide swaths. She was nimble-waisted, Asian as she could be, but her breasts were ample and had spring. You could see that. Her artlessness- I mean unselfconsciousness, natural style- impressed me. She was accessible.

Interested in everyone, then? Naturally she'd want to know about the new world she'd come to. The reaction I got might not have been special as I hoped. It was natural a person who'd moved from the other side of the world would be curious about things here.

But tucking my shirt in? She didn't really do it, not past the waist, as I said,- she's reserved if not shy- just enough to show me I should.

I wonder what the word for "tuck in" is in her language and would be surprised if she knew it in mine. I bet she still doesn't. She spoke as she could, by gesture, action. Touch. I wanted more of that, lol. Spiritual, emotional, physical. If I seem a little overwrought in my response to her, you're not reading wrong.

She for her part seemed unconcerned that she was a beauty, knock-out locus of color and light in that otherwise plain tan utilitarian space.

I liked her hands, how her character showed there, her inner life evident in that outer manifestation, which I'm sure she didn't realize, anyway couldn't control. She opened and closed them, spreading her fingers when talking and thinking at the same time. Tension showed, effort at least. English was difficult for her but she tried. I liked the pathos of her eyes, though that may be an odd way to put it. She affected me. I got- well, I guess you could say odd- around her. I liked her mouth, and how I would like the other mouth too, ha ha! I know that sounds lewd, stupid. It speaks to my mood then and, come to think of it, now too.

Akemi and Silvia were talking about their day- severe Silvia, a world apart from Akemi- just making conversation or with a purpose? I couldn't tell, didn't hear until I came over and then the focus moved.

I wanted to ask Akemi all sorts of questions about her personal life, bridge the gap between teacher and student, but of course that was not in the cards then and there- though Akemi seemed avid, open to me, in a way that was surprising, elating.

But I've said you're really going to feel it, so let's get to the next chapter.