The Long Highway Pt. 07

Nelson and his wife Leticia visited. They just spent one night, were in town for Nelson's film showing.

In the morning I had to go to work. I took a shower and Leticia tried to talk to me through the door. She's playful that way. I could hear her but not well enough to have a conversation.

Afterward, she said cheerily, "Did you clean up thoroughly?"

"Yes."

"Everything?"

"Yep."

"Did you clean your asshole?"

"Yes."

"The asshole is important."

"I know the asshole is important."

I thought of Nelson's interest in Akemi, and the words her friend Hiroko once said to me came to mind: "Is that what you're going to do to the poor girl?"

I'd just joked about fucking the hell out of her.

Did Nelson have that in mind? It was hard to imagine otherwise. Say all the good things you want about him- and there are plenty- he's a wolf when it comes to women he wants.

And who wouldn't want Akemi?

I'd be out at work.

I consoled myself with the thought Nelson couldn't that morning because Leticia was with them. Or maybe he could anyway. Leticia was pretty easy-going, a permissive Filipina woman.

I'd never had anal sex with Akemi.

I was actually in a hurry, running late and still had work to do before teaching. I was giving students a test and had yet to collate the four-page exam paper to give each of them. I'd meant to the day before but run out of time and put it off till the morning. It seemed there might be no chance then either. What a nuisance! I wished I could give the pages to someone else to collate. No possibility of that though. I might as well have wished I could quit the job and live without the income it brought!

It turned out Nelson and Leticia were going out too, just to pick up coffee to bring home from a local coffee shop Nelson had heard was good (from Akemi), heading the same way as me up to the point where I'd veer away for the subway station.

We were crossing the street toward a construction site when a big green truck loaded with supplies appeared, rounding the corner in front of us. Nelson, in his arrogant way, kept on walking, though the driver was having a hard time making the wide turn. The truck was horrifically long, cumbersome, not suited to city streets. The man behind the wheel had proceeded in stages, backing up several times to progressively narrow the angle. He was about to complete the complicated maneuver when we came on the scene. Clearly, we should have stood clear, but Nelson went on his merry way, a defiance in his step, seemed to enjoy the moment, saying through actions as loud as words, "I don't stop for anyone."

I do and made a point of stepping back to let the overloaded vehicle pass, signaled through the window for the driver to advance. He signaled back.

Tough duty that. I felt for the guy. Truck was green, like I said, just darker than a wine bottle. The paint had scraped off in places and showed white underneath. Wear and tear were evident in both the vehicle and its driver. You sensed his life hadn't been easy. Black guy in his forties or early fifties with leathery dark skin and warm manner like you find in the South.

"Nice guy," I said to Nelson and Leticia as the cab and occupant passed from view, but they seemed not to hear, were intent on their own mission, coffee or else just exchanging comments to each other on the city, mine they were visiting. Nelson, as an artist, is quite observant. He finds plentiful amusement wherever he goes. Sometimes he seems to be making fun of the people and local customs.

He and Leticia looked cheerful, in a good mood, whispering something together, conspiratorially, sharing a clandestine laugh. Akemi was at home, presumably preparing a breakfast.

Nelson is a great guy in a lot of ways but unselfishness isn't one of them.

Next day was a Saturday. Nelson and Leticia were gone and Akemi on the phone with a home-owner. We were looking for an apartment to rent, move somewhere quieter (I wanted that; noise doesn't bother her nearly as much as it does me).

She was making an appointment for an apartment viewing and I heard the conversation. Her side only, naturally. She was sprawled on the floor with her phone, propped on an elbow. The exchange seemed funny. The home owner was apparently telling her he had refreshments in store.

"Virginia ham," I heard Akemi say and understood the guy must have asked what kind of cold cuts she liked. It occurred to me he was flirting with her, being so friendly, keeping the conversation going because she was a woman. He couldn't know she was naked as she reclined on the floor talking to him, though he might have noted the good mood she was in, enjoyment of the give and take.

When the phone call ended, Akemi stood up and went to the armchair by the window- looking out at the sunny day, I suppose her purpose- and on impulse I came behind her and she compliantly draped over the soft-upholstered wood chair (buff colored) and I pushed forward, arms around her, feeling the smoothness of her body, the hard bones and soft places, her ass pushed back to me, responsive, its springing resilience, seeing its smooth glow and that of her back, her flawless skin, flawless all over.

Encouraged by her submissiveness (not a prominent part of her character but in keeping with her mood then, after the phone talk and my watching- had she been teasing me with her flirtation?) I gripped my cock and guided it between her legs from behind, under her ass, got aggressive, rubbing the hard thing in a tight circle, finding her pussy. Did that feel good to her, I wondered, or was I just pleasing myself, acting like a boor? Then I felt she was wet, not much at first, but a definitely quickening was there- my cock head could slip some, then more and more. I could slide it with her responsive pussy and knew we were both enjoying it, she into my contact, I into hers.

Of course we couldn't make love in that position, could we, draped over the chair? She'd have to climb up over the arm onto the seat and grab the far arm and raise her ass in the air. All still in view of the window, mind you. Or we could go to the bedroom and do it conventionally.

The good thing was that our appointment for the home viewing wasn't until later. We had the whole morning.

None of this, of course, solved the conundrum with Nelson, if there actually was one.

Had he and his wife's visit left Akemi in that good mood? Was seeing him part of it? She was especially lit up, from within as well as by the morning sunlight.

I demurred from fucking Akemi's ass that morning- her pussy was enough for me- but somehow knew Nelson wouldn't have.

When I stroked the curve of her shoulder, she said, "That hurts, that's the place" and laughed. She'd gotten the Covid vaccine the day before and had a reaction at the injection site. She'd told me about it. I didn't pull away from her shoulder, kept caressing but more gently, gliding, covering the fine curve with my whole hand. Sometimes the lightest contact, barely any at all, brings forth the strongest response, longing to be sated later.

She caressed my cock in the same way, all of her open palm on it, thumb stroking from the hairy base upward, four fingers braced on my bare thigh.

I dreamed last night that Akemi had just come back from a trip home to Japan and hooked up with Nelson and there was proof that my suspicions weren't idle, paranoia of the over-possessive.

A child visiting saw them together in bed. She (I'm not sure whether boy or girl, so let's say the latter; it doesn't matter to the dream) was passing in the hall and got a look through the open bedroom door. Why was that open? Maybe Akemi and Nelson thought no one would be home. We'd been out and returned earlier than expected.

Who were the people with me, the family and child? No idea. Also unimportant to the dream, its significance. The child seemed young enough not to understand the scene she had glimpsed, Akemi and Nelson sitting up in bed, Akemi on top of him presumably, but her description left no doubt. Of course she told the adults, simply out of confusion, curiosity about behavior that was incomprehensible but full of high drama. There was a natural desire to understand.

How had I felt? Was I in the room when she spoke to the others? If not, how had they gone about transmitting the news to me? That must have been awkward for them, to say the least.

I wonder if I ever witnessed my parents like that. No, it would have been my mother and her boyfriend. They were divorced.

In the dream, Akemi had come back from Japan with a case of Covid, but it was so mild- she had no symptoms- she decided not to take medicine, felt none was needed. She'd brought some back with her, a powerful antiviral.

Funny how things that happen effect change. Scenes from childhood, even- or especially- ones whose significance you couldn't grasp. For sure recent events also can mark the psyche. The pandemic at its height definitely did. Here I am dreaming about it.

I took a look at the medicine Akemi had, wondered what kind I'd be able to get if I contracted Covid in Japan. She didn't know the name and I couldn't read the Japanese on the package. I had no idea in the dream as in reality sometimes, our marriage too.