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Destined To Be

By: SugarDay5



April~

I've been married for 3 years. The spark is completely gone Mark doesn't even notice me anymore, he all but looks right through me. When we first met 4 years ago I couldn't breathe when he smiled at me. The sex was life changing for me especially since he was my first. Id hear him on the phone with family saying how April is all he could ever ask for. This is me of course. 

Now it's like I'm nothing. I often catch myself imaging he's off having an affair which tears at my heart like you wouldn't believe. Mark was my whole world since we met, he was my dream guy. Tall, handsome, great body and a huge heart. He also carried my secret favorite characteristic in a man...he had a possessive side. Another guy couldn't so much as look at me without pissing him off. This used to happen a lot since I'm not that bad looking myself. 

The point is that I've come to the conclusion that my marriage is over. At age 24 I have to deal with the fact that I've wasted time on a man who barely talks to me anymore. We still have sex once in awhile but I feel like he is just going through the motions, barely enjoying what I give to only him exclusively. 

Mark has a great paying job as a business man, I am equally well off with my own job. So I've decided I have the means to leave Mark even if it feels like I'm dying little by little doing it. I'm going to start my life over in a different state living close to my family and far away from here. I've made job and living arrangements there already, it's also a place I know Mark would never suspect me to be. I would file for divorce once I made the move. It would be too hard for both of us if I said to his face that I was leaving, he still has a possessive streak now and then.

Before I leave though I have to feel him one more time even if it's all mechanical for him and no passion. I decided I would just surprise him tonight since my flight is tomorrow while he's at work of course and I can't wait for him to come to me. As if I'm the only one he comes to sex for.

Around six, I laid out on our bed soon to be just his completely naked with my body ready for him. I hear the front door open and close and feel my heart speed up. It had been awhile since I had so openly offered myself to him. He walked into then bedroom and stopped in his tracks. He looked my body up in down with a look on his face like I was something to eat. I felt a pain in my chest when his eyes never reached my face, I'm just a warm body to him. I love him how can he act like this with me. I push the thoughts away this is my last night with him anyway. 

He finally speaks "Come undress me." I get up from the bed and do just that. Once were both in the buff I can't help myself but to appreciate his body and the hard on he's sporting. Mark picks me up and drops me on the bed. He starts kissing me all over, paying special attention to my breast which are on the large side. My body is aching by the time he's done. I push him off me and on to his back on the bed. I kiss him once on the lips even though it's almost foreign to feel his lips on mine now a days. 

I make my accent down to his cock. I love this thing so much, I remember my first time being scared he would hurt me. His cock is thick and on the long side every girls dream. I lick from root to tip and feel him shudder. Then I take him into my mouth working up and down just like I know he likes. All of the sudden I hear him say "Enough April." And he pulls me up off him. I'm roughly thrown on to my back and he hovers over me. 

I'm a bit surprised to say the least he barely acts so involved in sex anymore. Then all thoughts leave my mind as he spreads my legs and plunges his cock into me, releasing a strangled "April!" from his lips. I can't help but moan from the feeling. It takes a few thrusts before he's all the way in but once he's there it's like heaven. 

I'm in shock sex hasn't been like this for us in forever. I'm arching my back and moaning my heart out, as he grunts and groans pounding away. It feels almost like he knows I'm leaving and is using his body to tell me to stay instead of words. I feel so close to edge but he stops and pulls out. He flips me over and positions me to take him from behind. Without warning he surges back into me feeling bigger than ever. I can barely breath it's so intense. He holds one of my breasts for leverage while his other hand strums my clit, all the while pumping in and out. Harder and harder. My toes start to curl and I get light headed. 

I can feel my orgasm coming, I dig my nails into his thigh as a sign that I'm close. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers "Is it good April. Hmm do you like it baby?" I can't even respond so I just moan. He stops causing me to whimper with need. "Tell me if you like it or I'll stop" he demands. I give in immediately "I like it. I love it don't stop. Please!" I moan out with his cock still in me. Once I say the words he starts pounding into me harder than ever, like I even thought that was possible. I reach my peak, crashing into it like a cliff dive. 

I scream "Mark. Mark, O Mark" loudly. I start coming down from the high to feel him shove as deep as possible into me and release his seed. The pulsing of his cock combined with the overwhelmed look on his face causes my body to have mini after shocks. Finally he's done after what seems like hours.

Then my fantasy night with him is shattered as he pulls away, turns his back to me and promptly falls asleep. I gently kiss his shoulder as tears roll silently from my eyes. "I love you, Mark." I whisper. Then fall into a troubled sleep from exhaustion. 

I wake up the next morning to a cold bed, empty house, and broken heart. He must have left early for work. I get up and shower resolving myself to what I have to do. I grab my suitcases from where they were hidden already fully packed. Then I call a cab as I decided to leave my car and keys with him since I can't take it with me. I need to forget this whole life anyway. 

As I wait for the cab I debate with myself if I should leave a note. I wouldn't know what to say 'Sorry it didn't work out. Better luck next time.' I shake my head at the absurdity of it all. I hear the cab honk out front. I guess that makes the decision for me. I grab my bags and head out. Closing the door on my past life, on my husband, on what I thought I wanted my whole life, on something that I know realized was never destined to be.

Mark~

Today was too long. All I could think of was getting home to April. Last night was crazy, sex hadn't been like that in forever. Her body is the sexiest thing, I want to fuck her over and over making her moan and scream like last night. Just the thought of it got me hard as a rock on the ride home. 

I got home to find an empty house but her car out front 'What the hell.' I guess she's out with friends or something. Deciding to wait for her to get home to get a repeat of last night, I settle on the couch with a beer flipping channels.

The hours kept going by as I continued to check the clock 'Where is she?' A weird feeling started in my chest and I start to get seriously worried. I started calling her cell just to get a disconnected message.

Rage started to fill me. I storm back to our room to find all her things gone. Her engagement ring and wedding band on the bed side table are my final straw. "No, no, no, no this can't be happening!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Then it happened, something I hadn't done in what felt like forever. I broke down on my knees next to the utterly empty bed and cried. My whole life, my love, my wife, my April was gone...she left me. 

Then I snapped out of it and got up off my knees. "I won't let this happen!" She's mine; she can't leave me now, not ever. Ill just have to find her and bring her back home whether she wants to or not. 

It finally hit me the great sex the night before was April saying goodbye. "HA" I laugh at the thought of her thinking that would be the last time. 'What did she think? I didn't mean it when I said I would be her first, her last, and her only lover.' She had another thing coming if she thought I would ever allow another man to touch her. Just the thought makes my fists bunch ready for a fight.

I went to sleep in our bed feeling empty without her next to me, even if we sleep with our backs to each other. Tomorrow I would start looking for her and wouldn't stop till I found her. After all we are destined to be together.

Destined To Be Ch. 02



So I decided to continue the story after reading some feed back. I tried for something longer this time but I'll warn you now I did a switch were Mark's side is more seen and April's is smaller. Where in the first chapter April was the main show. Any who hope you enjoy this installment and look out for new ones, hopefully coming soon! Feed back is much loved --SugarDay

~Mark~

My breathing was becoming more and more erratic, sweat covered my whole body. I had this nightmare before but it felt so real this time. I kept screaming 'Wake up! You don't want to be here. Wake up!' What was I going to do I couldn't go through this again. It was horrible just to think of but to live it again, I would never survive.

I sat straight up in bed finally being shocked out of that hell of a nightmare. I tried to calm down reaching to my right to gain some comfort from April. My hand stilled on the cold empty side of the bed. It all started coming back to me I was living my own waking nightmare. "Damn it, I need to find her." I said to no one.

I got out of bed stumbling in the dark to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and turned to take in my surroundings as the light flickered on. The dingy motel room was deteriorating all around. 'What the hell am I doing here?' Miles from home and probably nowhere near April. 

I looked into any possible place I thought she might be. Called up every friend and family member's number trying to find her. They all blundered through the conversation with pitiful excuse of not having a clue. This was the third seedy motel I had been to this month. I rubbed my hand down my face feeling the strain of continuing my search but along with that came the anger reminding me to keep looking.

April had been missing from my life for almost a month and a half. The betrayal still felt fresh in my veins. I felt like an idiot, why had I taken her for granted like that. Walking through life so sure that no matter the wall that I started to put up between us she would stay by my side. The thoughts started to raise my temperature.

My blood boiled. 'It's not like that bitch even cared when I started pushing her away.' She just went about with her everyday life like she didn't even need me. I didn't like the feeling I was used to her needing me, because I needed her. 

Flashes of her smiling face went through my mind. When we first met in college the way she looked at me turned me inside out. The way I felt with her was so different from any other girl. I'll admit I was cocky at first no matter how she made me feel. I thought I could leave her like I did many times before with other girls. It wasn't until the first night I spent with her that I realized I would never let her go. I remember it like it was yesterday...

*4 years ago*

I heard a knock on my dorm room door. 'Who the hell?' It was three in the morning for Christ's sake!

I opened the door to her beautiful face. I hate mushy romantic guys but she took my breath away every time I saw her, it slightly irked me that she had that power. But hey we all have been mushy like that at sometime or another.

"April??"

"I'm so sorry Mark, I wasn't really paying attention to the time...Uhg, What the heck am I doing?.. Sorry I gotta go." She turned to walk back down the hallway. She seemed so flustered and made me worry that something was wrong.

"April! Wait! What's going on? Are you okay?"

She turned around and I gently grabbed her arm to take her with me into my dorm room and shut the door behind us. I didn't particularly like when she tried to make her fast little get a ways.

"Seriously April are you okay?"

"I'm fine...I just...No forget about it...I really should get back to my dorm." She wouldn't look me in the eyes, I didn't like this at all.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

She continued to look anywhere but my face. We had been dating a few months I knew something was up with her. I grabbed her chin to make her look at me. She looked on the verge of tears, which automatically put me on edge.

"Do you even like me Mark?'

'What the hell type of question was that?' I thought to myself but out loud "Baby you know I more than just like you. What would even make you think different?"

"Some girls where talking about how good you had gave it to some girlfriend of theirs last year and how they wished they could get in on the action...O God, I'm sorry I must sound so insecure." She tried to look down at her hands again.

I tightened my hold on her chin so that I was sure she heard what I was saying. "Don't listen to girls like that sweetheart. Like you said that happened before I met you. You know you're the only girl I'm with. You mean way too much for me to screw this up." I hadn't meant for the last part to slip but I was trying to reassure her. At the same time though it was getting harder and harder to deny the way I felt about her, even though I was putting up my best fight.

"I know...I..." She cut of her statement to just stare into my eyes. I couldn't really read the look in her eyes but started to worry about what she saw in mine. Did she see how much I felt for her? 

All the sudden her arms where over my shoulders and around my neck. Her lips crashed into mine with such an intensity I couldn't help the groan that vibrated deep in my throat. I wasn't sure who instigated the kiss but I sure as hell never wanted it to stop.

I never pressured her into sexual thing with me, she just wasn't that kind of girl. But right now with her body pressed so close to mine any thought of being a gentleman flew from my mind. Fuck she was so hot.

I ran my hands up and down her sides. Brushing my thumbs along her rib cage, then my hands slide down to grasp her lovely ass in my hands. She was making me crazy, kissing my neck while starting to unbutton my shirt.

I took that as my go ahead to start ripping the clothes off her dynamite body. Before she knew what hit her I had her down to her matching white lace bra and panty set. She barely had my shirt off by then but I barely took notice. I was starting to lose my cool even more; there was no way she knew what an image she made before me. The innocence was there but also the unmistakable lust. My heart was beating so hard I felt like it would rip from my chest.

I picked her up to carry her to my bed. All the while she grinded against me still trying to get my stubborn shirt off and breathing in sexy little pants. My brain was still trying to process how I had gotten so lucky as I gently laid her down on the bed. 

I hovered over her staring down at her thinking things I knew no twenty one year old guy in a semi-serious relationship with an nineteen year old girl while both are still in college should be thinking. I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts away.

My clothes started to feel way to restraining and April just didn't seem to get them off fast enough. I gave them the same treatment her clothes got and threw them on the floor behind me. I was so anxious to feel her baby soft skin against my skin. I got down to my boxers, not that they hid my excitement real well, and eased onto the bed on top of her.

I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin but knew I couldn't hold out long enough to complete the task. The urge to be inside her tight little curvy body was overwhelming me.

I unclasped her bra while kissing her neck and worked my way down to peaks so hard they could of cut glass. She squirmed under me as I paid due attention to such a beautiful set of tits, I wanted to live there for the rest of my life. I licked her nipples till they glistened reflecting from the subtle light coming in the window from the street lamp outside.

Following a path down her body that seemed like a trip to heaven to me, I ended up between her toned thighs. I dipped my tongue into the slight dent of her belly button before teasing the edge of her panties with my teeth and lips.

"Mark please...please." The sound of April breathlessly begging me to continue made my blood run so hot I thought Id embarrass myself and cum in my boxers.

Easing her panties down her legs, I let out a groan at the sight before me. Fuck was anything on this girl not beautiful, because if there was hell if I could see it.

I licked her lips from top to bottom before endeavoring inside. She had a sweet taste with a slight tang that I knew I could become addicted to. After my first taste all I wanted was to make her cum on my tongue. I reached her clit and swirled around it a few times, her hips arched so far off the bed I was worried shed buck me off of her. 

God, she was so responsive. I was barely down on her for a minute, alternating swirling her clit and plunging my tongue in and out of her entrance before it happened. Her thighs tensed up and I smiled into her pussy knowing what was about to take over her. She arched of the bed once again but this time grabbed my head to keep me in place.

"Mark, Mark, Mark...don't stop." She chanted my name over and over like that then she let out a moan that sound like it came from deep inside and then relaxed back on my bed. 

I was a bit in awe. I had never seen a girl get off so good on just oral. I worked my way back up her body till we were face to face again. She was flushed and had a dazed look in her eyes. It was such a beautiful sight, I dived in for a kiss hopping she didn't mind the taste of herself on my lips.

She responded to my kiss in a way that I knew exactly what she needed. As we continued kissing each other all over I eased my boxers off. I felt lucky that I didn't need to grab a condom because I had saw her pop birth control pills a few times when she thought I wasn't looking. I knew it seemed a bit presumptuous of me but I want to feel all of April with nothing between us.

"Mark, that was amazing...I never thought." She cut herself off and started blushing. I smiled I must of given her better oral than any past boyfriend, the news gave me a sense of pride.

I traveled one had between her legs while the other tweaked a nipple much to her delight. I eased one finger into her, damn she was tight but she was also nice and slick for me. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was lost in what my hands were doing to her. I continued playing with her tits as I placed myself at her entrance. Her eyes seemed to semi focus at the feeling. She looked at me and made my heart stop her eyes were filed with adoration, need, trust, and love. I felt lost in her eyes and then kissed her like a man that was starving and just for her.

I knew most girls had to be eased into taking a guy with my size of cock so I was used to pushing in slow but damn this was a snug fit. I got so concentrated on getting inside her that I didn't feel her tense beneath me. This was like nothing I had ever felt before, no girl should be able to feel this good. 

My senses went on over load and I knew I had to bring her pleasure quick because I wasn't going to be lasting very long. After stretching her a few time I felt she was ready for me to make that nice long slide home.

It was a second to late that I realized my mistake. As I plunged in I felt her innocence give way to me and with how much force I had put behind my thrust I ended up continuing to go until I was up to the hilt in her.

That's when she let lose a muffled scream of pain as she buried her head into the crook in my neck. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck how could I be so stupid?' 

"Baby?"

"I'm okay just don't move yet, please."

"April...why didn't you tell me?"

She seemed hesitant to answer. "Uhg...Mark who really wants to mess with the naive virgin?...Don't answer that but you get my point, you wouldn't of wanted me if you had known."

'What the fuck is she talking about?' I wanted her more than ever. Just the thought that I was the only guy ever to touch her made my cock swell bigger.

"Ow, O uhg...Mark?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I can't help it...just tell me when you're ready." Even though I was elated and she felt so damn good, I still didn't want to hurt her.

She caught me by surprise when she gently rolled her hips on me. All the air left my lungs in a whoosh and I grabbed her hips to halt her moves.

"Mmm...Mark don't stop me its starting to feel so good" This was all said in a whisper sort of moan into my ear.

"O, Fuck!" I was so losing my control over this situation and fast.

I let go of her hip and April started her sensuous hip rolls again. I started slow but deep thrusts into her. To me she seemed enraptured, nothing coherent fell from her lips just moans and gasps.

I knew there wasn't a chance in hell I could last this was just too hot. I doubled my efforts to bring her to pleasure. My thrusts became harder and I palmed her tits while kissing everything I could get to.

Her back arched and her thrusts back at me became more powerful, she was close. I kissed her with all I had inside me and my thrusts turned into me pounding into her. I briefly worried that I was hurting her but the sounds she made when we came up for air more than reassured me.

"Mark, Mar, Mar, Mar, MARKKK!"

I watched her face as she fell off of what seemed to be a never ending cliff. Damn she was gorgeous. The way she smiled through her whole orgasm and the feeling of her walls clenching me in what felt light a tight fist is what brought me over.

One, two, three more powerful thrusts. Then I buried myself as deep as I would go and groaned a long and slow.

"Aprilllll!"

Once I came down from my high all I could do was hold her. In that moment all I wanted to do was tell her how much she meant to me how much I loved her. But I thought twice about it because I never wanted her to think I was saying these things just because I got what I wanted. I wanted her to know I meant every world straight from my heart.

My thoughts were interrupted by a light breathy snore. I chuckled under my breath she had already drifted off in her post orgasmic bliss. I laid staring at her and knew I was a goner. She was my heart and my everything. I wanted her for the rest of my life. I needed her like nothing ever before. As I drifted of to sleep I couldn't help but think over and over that I was the luckiest guy in the world.

************************************

Great now I was hard as steel just from the memory. I looked into the mirror and sneered at myself. I was such a fool to think she even needed me the way I needed her.

God, the more I saw her not needing me the farther I pulled away from her. But where the fuck did she get the idea that she should leave. I didn't care if we were sleeping in different rooms, I still wanted her with me.

I looked through some notes on possible places for her to be. She promised herself to me, said she loved me, and married me. I intended to make her live up to her vows...now all I had to do was find her.

~April~

I walked from the bathroom with tears streaming down my face. I could barely breathe. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!'

My best friend from childhood and into high school, Brian, watched me pace back and forth in his living room. Worry was written all over his handsome face. Finally I looked at him coming to a stand still.

"What do I do? How could I of let this happen?"

"You didn't exactly do this by yourself April."

"How could I be so stupid Brian?"

Anger briefly flashed across his face as he got up from his seat on the couch. He walked up to me as I began to cry in earnest and wrapped me in a big hug.

"Shhh...It's alright you need to calm down. It's not that bad."

"But what do I do?"



Destined To Be Ch. 03



Hey, here's the next installment. A bit longer as requested. I've played a lot with where I wanted this story to go and I hope you guys like where it's going. Please remember that I'm new to this so it can get rough at times. And please try not to take the timeline of things to seriously just try to roll with it because I haven't quit mastered timelines yet. Also this isn't the end in case you get worried! Feedback is much loved! –SugarDay

~April~

When I made the move a month and a half ago I arrived to a good job and a completely unlivable apartment. Thankfully Brian lived in the area and offered me his spare room till I fixed up the apartment or found a new place. 

There had never been anything romantic between me and Brian but I always had the slight feeling that he wished there was. He finally gave up hope when I went away for college and met Mark. 'Uhg Mark!' I can never get him off my mind it seems, especially now.

Any way I guess that's how I got myself into this uncomfortable position. Turns out Brain hadn't completely given up hope. I'm such an idiot, how did I not see the signs? He refused to come to mine and Mark's wedding for goodness sake!

So here I am in Brian's bed snuggled up in his arms. When I had went into hysterics last night and started crying, I must have cried until I passed out from exhaustion. It's a bit forward of Brain to bring me to his bed. And when I look up to see he's not asleep but staring down at me with a combination of hope and lust I tense up. 

This is so awkward for me. What am I suppose to do? Brian has always just been my best friend, almost like a brother. This is bad, really bad.

~Mark~

I broke down and hired a private investigator to find April. I had to head back home but that didn't mean I was going to give up looking, I'd just have someone else do the work for me. As the weeks are stretching on the urgency to find her has just grown more and more for me. 

I thought I was angry when she left but nothing compared to the rage I felt when the divorce papers came in the mail. There's not a chance in hell I would ever sign them.

I shake my head at how foolish April is acting. Everything she does just strengthens my resolve, when I get her back I'll tear down every wall ever put up between us. I'll make her see what we mean to each other and make sure she never leaves again.

My phone rings on my desk. "Mark Brown's office."

"Yes, Hello Mr. Brown. It's Larry." Finally the private investigator.

"Hello, Larry. I hope you have good news for me."

"I've got news alright but I don't think your going to like it much Mr. Brown."

"Did you find her?!?"

"Yes sir."

"And???"

"She's living with a man near her childhood town."

"Fax me everything you have, NOW!" I slammed the phone down. The fax machine started to make its annoying noises across the room. I hardly noticed, my face felt hot and my fists where white knuckled. 

I threw the closest thing to me across the room, it just happened to be a framed picture of April, the glass broke and it fell to the floor in pieces. Like my heart, shattered pieces on the floor.

The fax machine was finally done and I stormed over to it. On the very top was a picture of her with Brian. That put me on edge I knew all about her "Best Friend" and I didn't like him at all. 

She always said they never had anything past friendship but the few times I had met the guy he had that look in his eye, like I stole something from him.

I was on the third page when it was written there clear as day that Brian was who April was living with. I wanted to break something all over again. 'This fucking punk! Does he really think he's just going to steal my wife from me?' He had another thing coming before I would let that happen.

I come across a picture of them hugging on his front door step and knew that I'm going after blood. An image of my April arched naked under Brian as he pounds into her forms I'm my head and I can't shake it off. 

I swear if they have slept together I'll break every bone in Brian's body. 'She's mine and only mine, she knows that god damn it!'

I start to pack up everything I'll need in my office, knowing that I won't be back for awhile. And make a quick call to my travel agent to book the next flight.

I speed home to pack for my trip. The last thing I grab is April's engagement ring and wedding band off the table where she left them. 

I walk out to the door to my car with a smirk on my face knowing that I'm only hours away from getting April back.

~April~

I try to get up from the bed but Brian tightens his arms around me. 

"Brian, let me get up."

He snuggles his face into my hair which makes me tense more. "Mmm, No."

"Brain, seriously! This isn't funny I need to get up."

"Damn it, April. Why can't you ever just let things happen between us? Huh? Were such a good fit together, we have been since childhood."

"I still love my husband, Brian. You know that! And how can you say these things after what I found out last night?"

"You're soon to be ex-husband. And we can raise the baby together." He rubs my flat stomach with a happy look on his face. Like I'll just agree with him!

"It's Mark's baby! Are you crazy? Brian, there's nothing more than friendship between us. You know that!"

He pulls me closer to him and moves like he's going in for a kiss. "April, April, April. There could be more if you would just let there be. You know I'm in love with you."

I look at him astonished for a second but when he comes closer hoping for a kiss, I slap him and struggle out of his arms and off the bed.

"WHAT THE HELL, APRIL?"

He's so loud and looks so angry I shrink away in fear. 

"Brian you need to stop with your delusions. I'm not going to be with you! Whether I'm with Mark or not. You're my friend that's all! And I'm absolutely not going to have you raise another mans child with me and pretend they're your own. What are you even thinking?"

He looks at me with determination in his eyes. 

"I'm thinking that I love you and you were always supposed to be with me. You just never let me have my chance and married that asshole Mark instead. And now we finally have a chance to be together, I don't care that you're pregnant with his baby. I can look past it just so I can have you. You need support now anyway with a baby on the way. And there's no way I'm letting you go back to fucking Mark, he probably already has other women in his bed anyway."

My face when totally blank, I was at a loss for words. I turned around and walked to the spare bedroom. I grabbed everything I had with me and started shoving it into my suitcase.

I heard Brian come into the room behind me. He grabbed my hands to stop me from packing. "Don't touch me, Brian."

"April, You can't leave."

"Like Hell I can't."

"Please, just stay for awhile. Let our relationship grow."

"As of now we have no form of relationship what so ever!"

"Don't fucking say that April! It's not true. I know you're in love with me too."

"I feel nothing for you, Brian. Absolutely nothing!" 

That's when Brian did something I'd never expect him to do. He grabbed my arm and forcefully dragged me to his room.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"I'm going to show you that you feel something for me, you stupid bitch!"

I was in utter shock. He had to be joking. I've known Brian my whole life and he had never acted like this. 

He threw my down on the bed roughly and started pulling his clothes off. I immediately tried to flee but he just pushed me back down.

"Stop moving or I'll have to tie you up."

O Fuck! He's serious about this. How am I going to get away?

~Mark~

It was one Hell of a flight. I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing images of Brian touching my April. It made my blood boil. 

The faster I got to April the better I would feel. I repeated that over and over in my head.

Once I got off the plane and grabbed my bags, I went and rented a SUV. I pulled out the file I was faxed and found that bastard Brian's address. I entered it in the navigation system and set out on my way.

I arrived at the house a half an hour later. There's two cars in the drive way, which must mean Brian's home. I had hoped April would have been there alone, I can't tell how I'll react with Brian there trying to keep me from my wife.

I sit in the car for awhile forming a plan in my head of what I'm going to do. 

I think about it for a second and call a local hotel to get a room. I'll have to have somewhere to take April to before I drag her beautiful ass back to our home.

With that done, I walk to the front door. And that's when I heard it. My April screaming at the top of her lungs. My body went into over drive and I kicked the locked front door till it fell in. I charged into the house. I was going to rip Brian limb from limb!

~April~

"DON"T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Hoping anyone would hear me but inside I knew no one would. My best friend was going to rape me, someone I thought I knew so well had turned into a monster.

I started to hyperventilate. 'This can not be happening.'

"God, April I've wanted this for so long." 

Brian ripped my shirt open using it to trap my arms so I couldn't struggle so much. Then he pushed the cups of my bra down, freeing my tits. 

He palmed them roughly then leaned down to take a peak into his mouth. I close my eyes unable to deal with what's going to happen. I scream even louder than before. 

Distantly I hear a crashing sound but I'm to overcome with fear to think much about it and Brian's to busy to be bothered by anything other than ruining my life. 

I let out one last ear piercing scream filled with all my fear.

~Mark~

April and Brian are fucking and my wife is screaming for him. I'm going to kill them both. How could that bitch do this to me? No man is suppose to touch her but me, damn it!

April screamed again, and it sounded so full of fear my heart stopped. That's definitely not a scream of pleasure. I pinpointed the room she was in and ran to it. I rushed into a bedroom to a sight I feared I'd never forget.

That son of a bitch Brian half naked on top of April with his mouth all over her beautiful naked chest. While my April tears running out of her closed eyes tried to struggle away from him.

I am pretty sure for the rest of my life I'll never again experience the anger I felt at the moment. In a low and angered voice that even to me sounded like I was ready for murder I said. "Get off of my wife, now!"

Brian looked up with anger in his eyes but it was nothing in the face of my anger. Quickly the punks eyes changed to fear and he got off of April. 

My eyes stayed on April, she opened her eyes and I had never seen her in so much fear and distress. I should have known better, she wouldn't cheat on me.

"Why are you in my house? And don't look at my girlfriend when she's indecent! We were just about to have some fun, now get out!"

I was ready to ring his neck. "Your girlfriend?"

He looked at me with a smart ass smirk like he had the upper hand. "Of course she's my girlfriend, we live together. O and don't forget she's expecting my baby. Isn't that right April?"

I was still looking at April but when he said that her eyes moved to him and she looked at him like he had grown a second head. That reassured me a little that the fucker was lying through his teeth but didn't take me off edge at all.

"O, how great for you guys living together and a baby too. So if she's your girl now why is she screaming bloody murder when you touch her?"

Brian looked at her and then her chest (which pissed me off more) and said. 

"I'm surprised you don't know what your ex-wife likes in the bedroom. Her favorite is roll playing. She loves having a little rape fantasy going on before I fuck her good and hard. She said it makes it more exciting for her, weird that she never did it with you. She liked it even before you guys met, back in high school that's how I always fucked her, like she didn't want it."

During his whole rant April's eyes got bigger and bigger in disbelief till it looked like they would pop out of her head. I was getting tired of this jerk offs stories about my wife.

"Wow Brian that's so weird that I didn't know that about my own wife. Especially that you guys fucked in high school considering I took her virginity."

Brian looked like I had just knocked him down a few pegs and had no good come back for that one. I walked over to April irritated that she was exposed to Brian still. 

She was still crying and looked in utter shock. I went to pull her bra down and Brian made his final mistake.

"Don't touch my girlfriend! She's mine." And he pushed my hands out of the way skimming her tits in the process.

I turned and decked him square in the middle of his face. He went down to the floor but wasn't out cold. He had the fucking nerve to touch my wife right in front of me. 

I decided to start a rant of my own since I had to listen to his lies.

"I don't give a fuck if you guys are living together she's my wife and always will be, not your girlfriend. And as for her being pregnant with your kid, I know your lying because she'd never let you lay a hand on her willingly. Even if she had rape fantasies, no women can fake a scream of true terror like that. I'm the only man who's ever touched her because she is mine. You crossed a line when you touched what's mine and your lucky I don't kill you on the spot right here."

I punched him again this time in his jaw. "Let's get something straight, right here right now! You don't touch April, you don't speak to her, and you don't even look at her ever again! Understood?"

Brian looked at me then at April then at me again. And like a true prick he put a smirk on even though he was bleeding and said "No." 

I laid in on him then and he couldn't even fight back. I was too quick for him and my anger was too much to contain. 

Finally his head slumped back and he passed out. I was close to killing him with how much rage was running through my veins. Then April spoke for the first time since her last scream.

"Mark." It was a pitiful whisper that I almost didn't hear because she was still crying.

I forgot completely about the piece of shit on the floor and went to her. She looked broken and it made my heart ache. 

I cradled her in my arms and carried her out to my rental. I put back on her feet and she got in the passenger seat, I was about to close her door when she said "All my stuff?"

No way in Hell was I going to let her have a reason to come back to Brian's house. So I went inside and grabbed all her stuff from the second bedroom, happy to see that she wasn't staying in his room. 

I stuck my head in the other room to make sure I didn't need to call an ambulance for Brian but he was already groaning and trying to get up off the floor.

I went back out to the rental and put all her stuff in and got in the drivers side. I looked over to see her deep asleep. I couldn't hold back my smile. I had my April back then I frowned. 'If only it hadn't had to happen like this.' 

I started the drive to the hotel, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. I pulled up to the hotel, checked in and lugged both of our stuff to the room. All the while April was fast asleep. 

I carried her to the room and laid her on the bed. I pulled her engagement ring and wedding band from my pocket and slid them onto her finger. For right now I stopped the thoughts and just laid down to hold my wife. 

I stared of into space unable to sleep. I'd never be rid of that image or the sound of her scream and it scared the hell out of me. A while later I finally got to sleep.

~April~

I woke up to Mark tossing and turning in bed. His face looked like he was having a horrible nightmare. I snuggled into his arms and lightly kissed him on the neck. He calmed down almost immediately.

Slowly he blinked his eyes open to look at me. "April?" He said it like he couldn't believe it was actually me.

"Are you okay? You looked like you were having quit the nightmare."

"I'm okay, you're here now." He wrapped his arms tighter around me and kissed me like he was shipping out to war.

It took my breathe away and left me light headed. "God April, I've missed you so much. Don't ever leave me again."

He kissed me again this time it called to my soul and heart. "I love you so much April." Then he started taking my clothes and his clothes off with urgency. 

I didn't object, I was in shock. Mark hadn't said the words I love you to me in close to a year. 

He kissed my body up and down repeating the words over and over. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

He made his way back up to my lips and all I could do was stare at him. Who is this man? And that's when it hit me. He's acting like this just because he saw another man try to take me. 

"You are such a manipulator! Get off me!"

Mark stopped immediately but didn't move. "What are you talking about, baby?"

"Baby my ass! You see another guy move in on your territory and all the sudden you're all lovey dovey."

"Baby, you're not making sense. I can't express how much I love you anymore?"

"Fuck you Mark. And stop calling me baby. You can't just all the sudden change how you act after the past year we've had."

That one seemed to get to him and I could tell he was angry. "This past year? O you mean you trying to leave me and move in with a guy that wanted to rape you?"

The sarcasm was dripping from every word he said. And I flinched at the last part. 

Brian had really tried to do that to me. I was still having a hard time coming to terms with my best friend trying to do that to me.

I was hurt that Mark would throw it in my face like that. 

"Trying to leave you? I am leaving you! I know you got the divorce papers in the mail. It's over Mark."

His whole face changed and I realized too late that that was not the right thing to say at the moment.

"You think it's over April?"

I didn't know what to say but figured sticking to my resolve was my best bet. "Yes, it's over."

He grabbed the back of my head and kissed the life out of me. While I was in shock over the I love you's, Mark had managed to get us both stark naked.

He ran his hand up in down my side once I gave myself over to the kiss. His hand ended up between my thighs. He touched my entrance to test my readiness, I was so wet I even wondered how I got that way. 

He grabbed his fully hard cock and put it at my entrance. As he started to thrust forward he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "It'll never be over April. I love you and you belong with me no matter what. Don't ever think differently."

I gasped at the full feeling of him inside me. Mark grabbed my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine. He started long slow deep thrusts and brought my left hand in front of my face.

I gasped again. On my ring finger was my wedding band and engagement ring. Mark looked into my eyes and said real slowly as though to make sure I would never forget. 

"Never take them off again. You are my wife! Plain and simple. I had to go a month and a half with out you and I don't plan to ever do that again."

And then punctuating every word with a deep thrust. "I. Love. You."

I didn't know what to say. He picked up his tempo and I could help but let out a moan. Once he heard the sound Mark grabbed my hips and went at me in earnest. 

At this point it was so good I no longer cared that Mark was only doing this because he thought another man was moving in on me.

"O Fuck Mark, Mark. O my god harder!" He pounded into me even harder and grabbed one of my tits to play with the nipple.

"That's right April! Say my name. No one else can fuck you like this! Not Brian or any other guy. I'm the only man to fuck you like this. Me your Husband!"




Destined To Be Ch. 03



"Fuck it's so good, so good!" 

"Look at me April!" 

The look in his eyes was so intense. I felt my orgasm coming and got sent over the edge when Mark started to massage my clit.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Say my name when you cum baby."

"Mmm Mark!" My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he kept thrusting through me cumming. 

"That's it baby squeeze my cock. Fuck I love you." Then Mark flooded me with one loud drawn out groan.

We both started to ketch our breath and come down from the high. Mark just held me and kissed my face all over.

'Fuck what did I just let happen? I'm trying to get a divorce, Damn it! I need to get out of here and fast."

I turn away from Mark. "I need to use the bathroom."

He lets me up from under him without question and flipped onto his back. Lounging on the hotel bed watching me walk across the room naked to where my stuff is.

"I thought you had to use the bathroom?"

"O, I just need to grab my phone to call my work and tell them I'll be late. I'm supposed to go in tonight."

"Well don't even bother with that just call and say you quit or that you're going to transfer to another location back home."

"What? I'm not quitting my job and this is my home now."

"I guess we could move here if you want but I like our house and my job back home a lot."

"Then here's an idea you go back to YOUR house and YOUR job and I'll stay here."

"Here's a better idea sweetheart, how about you get it through your thick skull that I'm not going to let you go."

I'm just tired of fighting with him. So I grab my phone, purse, and some clothes and head to the bathroom.

After I wash off a bit I throw the clothes on and dial my sister on my phone.

"Hey Sis, what's up?"

"I need you to come get me."

"Whoa, you sound upset what's going on?"

"I'll explain it when you come get me. I'm at the hotel down two streets from your house."

"What the hell? Why are you at...?"

"Emma!"

"Okay, Okay! I get it. Come get you then you'll tell me."

"Call me when you get here. Love ya."

"Okay, Love you too."

I put some make-up on my tear stained face. 'How could Mark even want to fuck me right now with how I look?' I shake my head at my stupid thoughts. 

Out of nowhere the stupid morning sickness hits me. I quickly run the water in the sink so Mark won't hear and kneel over the toilet. 'Uhg this is so gross!' 

Morning sickness was how I found out I was pregnant in the first place, other than the fact that I missed my period which was easy to ignore with all the crap going on. But puking your guts out isn't so easy to ignore. 'Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's the middle of the day!'

Some how with all that went on during the day I completely forgot that my thoughts had been confirmed last night when I took a pregnancy test. 

'God what am I going to do? Mark is already refusing the divorce but with a baby on the way there's no way I can convince him. He's always wanted a family but I told him to give it time. Now I'm pregnant and I don't even want to be married to him because of how he shut me out emotionally. Fuck!'

My phone vibrates. It's Emma. 'Here! Out front, hurry up!'

My sister was never one for patience. I wash my mouth out and exit the bathroom. 

Mark is in the same position on the bed starring and smiling at me like he had starred at the bathroom door the whole time I was in there.

"You okay baby? You look really pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Umm...I have to go now."

His smile fades out quick. "You have to go where?"

"My sister's here."

"That doesn't answer my question April. Why do you have to go?"

I edge toward the door worried he won't let me leave. He sits up in the bed when he sees me move toward the door.

"April, stop trying to leave me. It won't work so just stop."

I finally have my hand on the door and I look him in the eye and say words I thought I would never say to his face.

"Our marriage has been over for almost a year now Mark. You stopped caring about me, you put these walls up around yourself and shut me out. I can't be married to you anymore. I gave you all of me and you gave me just a portion of you. It's not fair to either of us to stay in this marriage. And even if your ready to change and let me in that should have been a year ago when I cried over you. When I begged you to tell me what was wrong and you told me to not to worry about it, like I wasn't you're wife, the supposed woman you loved. It hurt more than you'll ever know and then I waited and waited till I began to not try anymore. Just sign the papers Mark. It's over and you need to let me go."

I turned to walk out the door. Before the door shut behind me though I heard him say in a quit but strong voice.

"I'll never let you go April, Never."



Destined to be Lovers



As I deplaned from my transpacific flight, I heard my name being paged over the public address system at the Narita International Airport which is located on the outskirts of Tokyo. My flight had been delayed for more than two hours coming in from Honolulu so I expected that the travel agents in charge of our tour group would be more than a little anxious. 

I was supposed to meet up with a larger group at the airport upon arrival so I was probably holding them up. I hoped that they were still waiting for me and found the announcement to be somewhat assuring. At least they hadn't forgotten about me. 

We were supposed to be assembling in the South Wing of the terminal, where a lot of the international flights come through. The travel agency was supposed to have arranged for a lounge or a meeting room for all of us to assemble in before going through customs and immigration as a group.

And sure enough, there was a sign with the name of the travel agency and what looked like several very anxious travel agents who were trying to be on the lookout for all of the delayed arrivals like me. Coming in on different flights, we were all assembling at Narita before going north to Sapporo to take in its annual Snow Festival, as well as doing some general sight seeing. 

I approached one of the agents, a very good looking, mid to late twenty's looking Japanese woman, and introduced myself, "Konbanwa (hello), namae wa Sekimura Peter desu (my name is Peter Sekimura)." In many Asian countries, a person's surname is mentioned first.

That threw the travel agent off balance as at first glance I don't look Asian at all. My slightly almond shaped black eyes and black hair are the only features that set me apart from the typical Caucasian male. I'm a third generation product of a Japanese father and a Scandinavian mother. Born and raised in Honolulu, I am a little ignorant of Japan and things Asian. But my father's mother, whom we all called "obaachan" or grandmother in Japanese, had lived with us for most of my life. From the old country, she had taught me a few rudimentary words and phrases that I still remember to this day. And I had visited the country with my parents over the years, so I used what I knew.

The agent turned to face me and I felt a momentary warmth flush quickly through my body. But in an instant it was gone. I was bewildered by what happened. I didn't know what to make of it however was spared from embarrassing myself as the travel agent then smiled and blushed in her embarrassment at being surprised by my non-Japanese appearance. She quickly recovered and scanned her list of passengers before finding my name and checked it off.

"Sekimura-san, ogenki desuka (Mr. Sekimura, how are you)?" she asked.

"Gomenasai, (excuse me) I don't really speak much Japanese." I laughed. Which caused her to laugh as well. 

"Sorry, you surprise me. My name Shonan Sayuri. I am travel guide for group." 

"Nice to meet you. And, oh yes, I am fine, genki desu."

That caused Sayuri to laugh, "So you understand and speak Japanese?"

"Yes, but I understand very little; sukoshi wakaremasu."

After that quick introduction, I was escorted to the meeting room where another six passengers were waiting. We were invited to use the rest room and help ourselves to beverages and snacks that were available while we waited for the balance of our group to arrive. 

Our group numbered eighteen people after another half hour. Four families with children and three singles including myself. There was supposed to be around fifty of us in total. We came from the western part of the US and we tried to introduce ourselves to each other. 

We were all provided prior to our flight, with a passenger list along with our itineraries so we had the names of the people who were supposed to be in our group. I tried to meet all of the passengers in order to match faces with names. Almost impossible to remember the first time around. 

There were the Walters and the Jordans from Los Angeles. And the Kramers and the two other singles, Steve Winfield and Jimmy Sommer, from Portland. And the Talbots from Seattle. The Talbots had an older daughter with them that was the living definition of 'eye candy' and she knew it. 

She must have been in her early to mid twenty's and could have been featured in a Playboy or Penthouse magazine spread. She was gorgeous. Not sleazy. Not cheap looking at all. She just oozed sex appeal! 

The two guys from Portland didn't have a chance. In fact, they were in deep 'flirt' when I tried to introduce myself to them. I might have taken up the chase myself but she was a little too young for me. Besides, she had Winfield and Sommer drooling all over her already. 

Actually, it turned out to be kind of hilarious to watch Winfield and Sommer. As I introduced myself, Sommer made it quite clear with his body language and facial expressions that any advances in the Talbot girl's direction would not be appreciated. And Winfield wasn't any better. 

It was going to be interesting to watch the competition for her affections between Winfield and Sommer. However that was tempered somewhat by the presence of Mr. Talbot; a really imposing looking sort of guy. He could have been Hulk Hogan's brother with his build and demeanor. And, he had his eye on the two guys and his daughter. 

After about an hour, it was becoming apparent that no one else would be arriving that day. We later found out that the remaining parties were all coming out of Minneapolis and Chicago, and that both airports had been snowed in. It was probably that same snow storm that had caused my plane to arrive in Honolulu late and its subsequent late departure for Narita. Well, it was early February so being snowed in was just their bad luck. It couldn't have been helped. 

Sayuri came in to let us know that the rest of our travel group would be coming later, and that we would be leaving in a few minutes to go through customs. Other travel agents working with her had already identified our bags and were standing by to accompany us through customs and immigration. Now this was service! The last time I had to go through customs and immigration with a tour group was on a trip to Heathrow. And it had been every man for himself. 

They must have had some sort of pull with the customs and immigration people as we all went through without so much as a cursory glance at our forms before the inevitable stamps were placed in our passports. That had to have been the quickest that I have ever gotten through customs and immigration. I think it took our entire group of eighteen people less than fifteen minutes to be processed. 

Before we knew it, we were outside of the terminal loading onto a large and very comfortable coach bus. And because we were a small group, each of us could have had a window seat if we wanted it.

As they were buttoning up the bus, Sayuri got on and took hold of the PA system microphone.

"Excuse please. We go hotel now. Rest of group delayed because bad weather. We hope they arrive soon, but now we go hotel so you may rest." And with that said, the bus left the terminal and made its way towards Tokyo's city center. 

We were staying at the Park Hyatt in Tokyo. Located in the Shinjuku district in the heart of Tokyo, this 150 room hotel is a showcase property. Located in the Shinjuku Park Tower, the hotel itself occupied the top seventy five percent of the building. An interesting layout with its lobby located on the 41st floor, rooms started on the 14th floor and run all the way up to the 51st floor; the top floor of the hotel. 

The view from the top is outstanding as one can see virtually all of Tokyo and parts of Yokohama, and all the way to Mt. Fuji in the distance. A spectacular hotel complete with several restaurants, gym, swimming pool, lounges, and more. It was billed as a four star hotel and it certainly lived up to its rating. 

It must have taken us all of two hours to drive to the hotel from Narita Airport. Quite a long time however the hotel was conveniently located very close to the Shinjuku Train Station; a major hub of the railway system for the area. We would be catching the bullet train, the Shinkansen, for most of the trip up to Sapporo from Shinjuku Station the next morning. Shinjuku was also in the heart of Tokyo's business and government district so there were a lot of shops and restaurants in the immediate area. 

Winfield and Sommer were both sitting with the Talbot girl and she was just eating up all of the attention that she was getting. All three looked as if they were about the same age. Their hormones must have been in high gear the entire ride in. She in full-on flirt mode, and they in a horn-dog frame of mind. 

I probably would have been doing the same if I were their age, however having passed the big '3-0' more than a couple of years ago, I seemed to have mellowed a bit and no longer let my small head think for my big head; ......that is, I try to not let it ..... well, not too often ..... if you know what I mean.

Sayuri spent most of the drive time from the airport letting us know more about the various areas of the city as we passed through them. We finally pulled into the ground floor reception area of the hotel around four in the afternoon. Although it had been a long ride in, the comfort of the bus and Sayuri's monologue had kept us entertained and in good spirits. 

As we got off the bus, the bell boys were busy off-loading our bags onto their luggage carts. Sayuri herded all of us together and asked that we proceed to the elevators and go to the 41st floor. I think we made it in four elevator cars. It was quite a trip up to the lobby, with my ears popping once or twice as we ascended.

As we got off the elevator, we were greeted by a concierge who escorted us to a series of sit down desks. Yes! Sit down so we wouldn't have to stand up the entire time! What a delight. I was impressed. 

Sayuri arrived in the lobby with the final group and waited as we all checked in before checking in herself. 

Smiling at her, I asked, "Will you be staying with us?" 

"Hai (yes), one of reasons I enjoy being travel guide. I stay many nice hotels." She smiled in reply.

Before we all left for our rooms, Sayuri called everyone together for a quick meeting in the lobby;

"You are free tonight. Please to explore our city. Many good restaurants here next to hotel and inside building. Many understand English. Please try. I think you enjoy. Food very good. Shopping plaza also next to hotel. Very easy find. Your luggage should be in rooms now." I could see smiling faces in our group after she mentioned shopping opportunities to the group.

She continued, "Tomorrow morning, breakfast 7:30 am in Girandole Restaurant. We leave for bus tour 9:00 am then Shinjuku Train Station for trip to Sapporo. Please have suitcase packed and inside room before you come restaurant. Please enjoy your evening in Tokyo."

With that, we all left for our respective rooms. My room was located on the 37th floor. Although not close to the top of the building, it still enjoyed quite a nice view of Tokyo and the nearby Shinjuku Gyoen National Gardens. I found my bag sitting on a luggage rack conveniently located next to a closet. But as we weren't going to be there more than overnight, I chose to only unpack what I would need the next day.

It had been over a day and a half since I last had a chance to bathe, so that was the first thing I did. I had spent the better part of the day before at work, prior to leaving for the airport. Then I caught the early evening flight to Japan and spent eight and a half hours on the plane. I felt a little ripe around the edges. 

The hot shower felt so relaxing. It worked wonders on any tiredness that I felt. After shaving and brushing my teeth, I felt renewed and ready to face the world again. So dressed in blue jeans and walking shoes with a warm sweater and my leather coat, I left the comfort of my room and ventured forth. The temperature must have been in the mid forty's when we arrived at the hotel so I dressed with the expectation that it would get colder as the evening progressed.

I stopped at the concierge at the lower lobby on the first floor and asked to be directed to a suitable place for dinner. And they directed me to a restaurant located three blocks away. I had asked that they direct me to a place that they would frequent themselves as I wanted to try food that locals ate, not the stuff that they would serve tourists. So armed with a map and the name of the restaurant, I headed out.

I guess I stood out like a sore thumb. Once I hit the sidewalk, everyone kind of stared at me. Well, it would have been hard for me to loose myself in any crowd in Japan with my height and obvious Caucasian features. No sense in letting that bother me. Perhaps this is how movie stars and famous musicians must feel when they venture out in public. So with a faux feeling of a little notoriety, I literally strutted down the sidewalk, silently chuckling to myself the entire time.

As I waited at the first intersection for the walk signal to come on, I heard my name called out; "Sekimura-san." 

I turned to find Sayuri walking up to me, dressed casually herself in a sweater top and scarf, blue jeans and boots, covered up with a long top coat. 

"Sayuri." I smiled as I called back to her.

"Where you going?" 

"Dinner. And you?"

"Dinner also." She smiled. "You know eating place?"

And I showed her the map that the concierge had given me. "Ah, good restaurant. Food is good. I eat there before."

"Please join me," I asked.

"Ok, but I must pay my share. Ok?"

"That's fine with me." I replied. With that, Sayuri playfully linked her arm through mine and off we went when the traffic signal changed. 

The restaurant turned out to be a small diner. As we entered, we were greeted by a hostess who took our coats and seated us. After bringing us hot tea and menus, she took our orders. Sayuri had some sort of barbecued chicken dinner while I had a dinner of raw seafood served on a bed of sushi rice. 

"Peter," she asked, "you like sashimi (raw fish)?"

"Yes. I really enjoy a lot of different raw seafoods." And I rattled off a number of raw items that I have enjoyed in the past including different types of raw fish, raw clams, raw squid, sea urchin eggs, flying fish eggs, and other notable items.

"You must eat before then?"

"Hai. I am from Hawaii where we enjoy a lot of raw seafood."

"So desu. I see." She noted. "What part Hawaii you from?" she asked.

"From Honolulu. Have you had a chance to visit there?"

"I hope one day. I must save money first."

"So Sayuri, how long have you been a travel agent?"

"This job I am two years. Before I work as office manager for engineer. But office close because no work. So I try tour guide. Is ok."

"Office manager sounds like a lot of responsibilities."

"Was good job. My office eighteen people. I manage all. Some ok, some give me hard time. But my responsibility make sure work is done."

"Sounds like some late nights also."

"Yes, every month have to make sure everything done. Sometimes have to stay late."

"It must have been hard on your personal time. I hope that your husband or boyfriend was ok with that."

Sayuri laughed, "Peter-san, you funny. You can just ask if I have husband or boyfriend. Is ok."

I laughed in return. "Ok, but I really did think that the late hours must be hard on a husband or boyfriend. I know because I have the same problem some times."

She touched my arm, "So you understand?" she said looking into my eyes; seeking affirmation of my understanding.

I nodded my head in agreement. "That is why I am here on this trip by myself."

"Most unfortunate for you Peter-san. Not have companion for trip." 

"And yourself, Sayuri. Do you have a husband or boyfriend?"

"I have same problem; they no understand my job. Sometimes I away one week, two week. They think I play when I take tour." 

"I am sorry Sayuri."

"Please don't be sorry for me. It show me they not ready trust me. It show me that relationship was not good."

"You will find someone Sayuri. You are very pretty and easy to talk to."

"Thank you Peter." She said with a smile on her face.

After a little more conversation, we left the restaurant to walk back to our hotel. I extended my arm to her and she playfully responded by linking her arm with mine again. This time with a big smile. The night air had gotten a lot colder which made us turn up our collars.

"Is cold Peter, yes?"

"Very cold Sayuri. Are you warm enough?" I could feel her shiver every other step.

"Is cold. I think tomorrow night I wear warmer clothes." 

"I agree. I think a hot bath sounds very good right now."

She laughed, "Hai. Long hot bath. Maybe with sake to make warm inside."

"That would work for me, too." I replied with a smile.

By the time we arrived back at the hotel, Sayuri was visibly shivering. As we entered the first floor lobby, I opened my leather coat and hugged Sayuri to me, hoping to share some of my body warmth. She responded by hugging me back, then placed her hands under my sweatshirt on my bare back. Her cold hands made me jump as she touched me.

"Wow, you're cold." I stated as I hugged her tightly.

Sayuri snuggled deeper into my coat, "Sorry. You warm; I like," she sighed. 

"I like this also," I said as she raised her eyes to look me in the eye.

"You like this?"

"I like hugging you. You feel good."

She smiled, "then you must hug me more." 

"I would like that." I replied. 

Then she sighed, "but I must be travel agent first. So this all we can do. Ok?"

"I understand Sayuri. Work is work. So while you are working, I will respect that your tour guide responsibilities come first."

"Thank you Peter." 

"But when you're not working, will I be able to spend time with you?"

"We'll see. Maybe. I want also, but work is first. Ok?"

I smiled back at her. Sayuri wanted to spend time with me also. 

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I was up very early the next morning. Japan, being one day ahead yet 6 hours behind, had my body clock out of sync. 3 am in Japan meant that it was 9 am in Hawaii, which would have been a late wake up for me. So my body clock thought that I had slept in! No matter how long I tried going back to sleep, it wasn't going to happen. So I got up, did my morning rituals, had a nice hot shower, repacked my bags, then caught up with emails until it was time to go to breakfast. Boy was I tired that first day.

I met up with the rest of the group at the Girandole Restaurant as planned. We had a couple of stragglers however no one was seriously late. And the ongoing competition between Winfield and Sommer continued to provide entertainment for most of us. Although I'm sure that Talbot's father did not think it humorous at all.

Breakfast was surprisingly good. We enjoyed a full breakfast buffet that gave us a wide range of western and asian choices. As we ate, Sayuri told us to make sure that we placed our bags outside our doors, then to meet in the first floor lobby for our bus tour ride in the morning before our drop off at the Shinjuku Train Station for the ride up to Sapporo.

So we all returned to our rooms, made a last minute bathroom stop, placed our bags outside our doors, then proceeded to the lobby. As we loaded onto the bus, someone in our group noticed that our bags were not to be seen. Sayuri explained that our bags were going ahead of us by freight train and would be available to us at our destination when we checked in. 

The first item on our agenda was a half day bus tour of Tokyo and the surrounding areas. We did a quick tour of the Shinjuku Gyoen and Central Park, then a tour of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building. That was a huge structure that housed the administrative units of most of the prefecture's governmental structure. We were informed that it had been financed years ago with lottery proceeds! Imagine that. 




Destined to be Lovers



The jockeying between Winfield and Sommer for the Talbot girl's attention continued to provide entertainment for us all. I guess I was just like Winfield and Sommer during my teen years and early twenty's. Somewhere in the past five years or so, I seem to have out grown the skirt chasing, hormone driven pursuit of female companionship. Not that I didn't care for female companionship anymore. I enjoy sex just as much as most guys. However I had found that love and feelings for my partner made sex so much more enjoyable. That sex without a meaningful relationship with your partner was little better than masturbating, and emotionally unfulfilling.

The Winfield/Sommer competition continued unabated. The two guys flanked the Talbot girl wherever she went. It was as if she had a pair of body guards. And she reveled in all of the attention that she was getting. But it seemed as if she was beginning to favor Winfield. I just hoped that the loser wouldn't cause a scene in front of the rest of the group. Although I think we all expected some sort of blow up to take place sooner or later.

Sayuri had kept up an almost non-stop dialogue, explaining the various sights to us as well as answering all of our questions. For the most part, the questions were what one would expect. Such as, what was that interesting building that we had just passed. Where was the imperial compound? How big was Tokyo? That sort of stuff. Until Jimmy Sommer, asked if Sayuri was single and available for a date? That caused everyone to laugh and shake their heads. Sommer's question also revealed that he had given up on the Talbot girl.

Sayuri smiled and replied, "Thank you for asking but sorry, I have boy friend." And she then looked at me and smiled. 

I was surprised and uncertain if she really did have a boyfriend but then remembered what she had said about her past relationships. As I continued to look at her, Sayuri nodded her head and smiled again. It made me feel happy and I smiled and nodded my head in return.

Our tour bus deposited us at the Shinjuku Train Station. Sayuri led us through the building and got us all onto the departure platform. She had us form up behind a four foot long yellow line painted on the side of the platform, explaining that our car would be stopping and its door would open right there. And after existing passengers got out of the car, that we would have about two minutes to get on.

Talk about efficiency; our train pulled in to the station almost exactly to the minute that it was supposed to. And, our car stopped right in front of us and the door opened right in front of the yellow line. Wow! 

We all managed to get on board and seated within the time allotted to us. Seating in our car was really nice. The seats were double seats on both sides of the car with high backs and an arm in between. Very comfortable. It was similar to sitting in an airplane.

Winfield had apparently just told Sommer to sit where the Talbot girl was supposed to sit and it was very apparent that he wasn't happy about that at all. So he dropped himself into an empty seat and glared at the twosome. Oh well. Life is tough. 

I found my seat up towards the front of the car. It was the window seat of the two in that row. Sayuri was busy trying to make sure that everyone was seated before she plopped herself down next to me. 

"Peter-san, okay I sit with you?" she asked.

"Most definitely. Please." I replied.

As she sat, our train eased out of the station and began making its way north. Sayuri referred to some of her notes, then let all of us know that our next stop would be in Hachinohe where we would overnight before catching a local express to Sapporo. She explained that the Shinkansen bullet train line did not extend beyond Hachinohe hence the need to transfer over to a local. Our luggage would be waiting for us at the hotel.

She also let us know that we could move around the car if we wanted to, and that our lunch would be served shortly. And it was. We had a choice of a delicious chicken croissant sandwich and salad, or a lunch box with fish and chicken. I chose the croissant sandwich and found it to be surprisingly good. I was expecting the type of food that an airline would normally feed its passengers and I was happily surprised by its quality.

After lunch, Sayuri and I had a few moments to chat with each other. 

"You ride Shinkansen before?" she asked.

"Hai. I've ridden it from Tokyo to Fukuoka several times over the years."

"Fukuoka? Why you go Fukuoka?"

"To visit my ojisan (uncle) and his family."

"You have family in Fukuoka?"

"Yes. My uncle had accompanied obaachan (grandmother) to visit family in Japan just before the war broke out. He is the oldest son in the family so obaachan asked him to bring her to Japan to visit our relatives. He was here in Japan when the war broke out. Because he was an American citizen, obaachan's family hid him for most of the war. It would have been trouble if he had been discovered, even if he was only a teenager at the time."

"Yes, I understand, would be big trouble."

"Well, uncle met aunty during the war and they fell in love and they married, and he decided to stay here. Obaachan returned home to us after the war. My parents and I try to bring obaachan to visit every year."

"Your obaachan lucky to have good family bring her to visit."

"It is the right thing to do. Obaachan is very old and I don't think she'll be able to travel much in a year or two. And my ojisan enjoys our visits very much also. He has a large family so it's very expensive for him to bring his family to Hawaii to visit." 

With that, Sayuri got up to see how the rest of our group was doing as well as to answer any questions that they might have. As she walked along the aisle, Sommer asked her if she would be interested in having dinner with him when we got into Hachinohe.

"Mr. Sommer, thank you for asking. But as I say before, I have boyfriend already. Okay?"

I could see Sommer pouting; expressing his disappointment or frustration at his lack of female companionship. I couldn't blame him for trying for a date with Sayuri as she really is a beautiful woman. 

About ten or fifteen minutes later, Sayuri returned to sit next to me. As she did, she lifted the arm rest between our chairs and slid over. I took her hand in mine, and glanced at her. She looked at our joined hands, then intertwined our fingers and smiled back at me. 

Sommer chose to make his appearance at that moment.

"So is he your 'boyfriend?'" 

"Hai, Peter is boyfriend."

"No way. I saw him come out of the terminal. He's just a tourist just like the rest of us."

"But, he is my boyfriend. Ok?"

"B-b-but......"

"Mr. Sommer, Sekimura-san is my boyfriend. He come visit and see Sapporo, too. You don't like? I'm sorry. But Peter is my boyfriend. Now, please don't bother. You understand?"

It was as if Sommer's balloon finally popped. His male ego appropriately bruised and chastised, he dragged his tail back to his seat. But Sayuri was a little put out by Sommer's attitude. Her body language and the tightness of her grip of my hand were indications of how upset she had become.

"I'm sorry Sayuri."

"Peter, you don't apologize. Sometime men like Sommer-san come tour. I have to handle. Don't like but happens."

"But still,....."

"Peter, you are gentleman. Sommer-san not. In short time I know you, I like you very much. Ok with you be my boyfriend?"

I smiled at her, "only if it's ok with you to be my girlfriend."

Sayuri smiled back and impulsively gave me a quick peck on my lips. "Is very ok."

The rest of our trip to Hachinohe was uneventful. Prior to our arrival in Hachinohe, Sayuri explained to all of us that the train station was attached to the lobby of the hotel that we would be staying overnight in. So all we needed to do would be to walk over to the hotel and check in. And that's what we did. 

Our train arrived on time and it took all of us less than five minutes to walk through the train station and into the hotel lobby. Registration was a non-event again as everything seemed to be ready and waiting for us. 

I held back and let others register before me. Sayuri was darting back and forth, making sure that everyone got their rooms. And before I knew it, it was just Sayuri and me left to check in.

So I went up to the Registration Counter and checked in. As the desk clerk was handing me my key envelope, Sayuri took it and briefly looked at my room assignment. After a quick verbal exchange between the desk clerk and Sayuri, my key envelope was exchanged for another. 

"I change your room, Peter."

"Oh?"

"Yes, this room better."

"You didn't have to do that, Sayuri. Any room would do."

"No, this room better. Next to my room." She smiled.

I smiled back at her and grabbed her around her waist. She squealed in surprise before I was able to give her a quick kiss which made her blush furiously. 

"Peter, not here."

"Why not?" I could see the desk clerk smiling broadly at Sayuri's embarrassment.

"Everyone can see."

"And?" I countered before I hugged her to me again and kissed her again; this time taking my time. As we kissed, I could feel the tension caused by our first kiss to drain out of her. She stood limply in my arms. Her eyes closed slowly as she leaned into our kiss; molding her body against mine, her arms now comfortably hugging me.

As we broke apart, she leaned her forehead against my chin for a few moments before she looked into my eyes and smiled, "I think I like be your girlfriend."

With that, we left the lobby and went up to our rooms. We went to her room first and walked in. Her luggage was already in her room. She had a nice view out her window of the mountain side surrounding Hachinohe. As she stood before the window, I took her in my arms and we kissed again.

"Peter, ....... please. I enjoy ..... this. But I have to be tour guide. So maybe later we kiss? Ok?"

I smiled, then quickly kissed her again, "I understand Sayuri. Work comes first. But afterwards...." and I wiggled my eyebrows as I left that statement unfinished. 

She laughed, "Not that easy get into my panties."

"Oh? Get into your panties? What a great idea.... Hmmm." 

She laughed again then kissed me. "I like my boyfriend. He funny and gentleman ..... I hope."

We went to my room next door where I dropped off my carry-on's. After that, we proceeded downstairs to one of the floor level restaurants where our entire group was supposed to be assembling for dinner. And what a dinner it was. 

The restaurant we dined at was well known for its seafood. And, there was no shortage of crab, scallops, shrimp and fish dishes that night. I was overwhelmed by the spread that had been prepared for us! We ate like royalty. 

After dinner, Sayuri let everyone know to come back to the hotel restaurant for breakfast by 7:00am. We should be packed and have our bags outside our doors before going down to breakfast as porters would be picking up our bags for transport to Sapporo as we ate. 

And with that, everyone was free to roam. Sayuri and I ended up strolling through the train station's mall. It was more like a large shopping mall with several levels of all sorts of stores and restaurants. We weren't out for more than an hour when Sayuri suggested that we return to our hotel and sleep as we had an early start the next morning. So we did.

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We returned to our hotel and I escorted her back to her room. As she unlocked her door, she turned, "I had good time today. Thank you Peter."

"I really enjoyed our time together also. May I?" I asked as I hugged her and slowly brought our lips together. Our kiss was soft and gentle, and as her lips parted, our tongues came together, prolonging our kiss.

When we finally came up for air, Sayuri's face was flush. "Peter...." she whispered, "I ..... I ....." leaving her sentence unfinished as she searched for the right words to use.

"I think the English word is 'Wow'" I smiled in return. 

Sayuri nodded her head and smiled. "Hai. That right word." Then she smiled mischievously as she brought her lips next to my ear and whispered, "I was tell you, you make panties wet." Then she quickly kissed my ear, smiled broadly, retreated into her room and closed her door as she laughed. 

I burst out laughing in the hallway! I liked this woman. I really did! She definitely had the 'joie de vivre' in her. I made her panties wet! Ha! That was funny, exciting, erotic and sexy all rolled together. She made me hard with that simple statement! 

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We were up bright and early the next day. Everyone met for breakfast and then we were off to catch our local express train up to Sapporo. The trip to Sapporo took about an hour and a half and as before; excruciatingly on time. I know that others joke about how you can set your watch by the trains in Japan, but they really are that dependable. Upon arrival in Sapporo, we took a bus to our hotel and arrived just before lunch time.

As we checked into the hotel, Sayuri informed us that we would be meeting in the hotel restaurant in about an hour so we could have lunch. Then she would conduct a briefing of what we would be doing over the next three days. After that, we would be leaving on a city tour with a tram ride up to the top of Mt. Moiwa for a dazzling view of the city prior to our return to the hotel for dinner.

As before, Sayuri made sure that our rooms would be next to each other's. And so they were when we went up to the room to refresh ourselves before returning to the lobby. I saw Sayuri to her door and gave her a quick kiss before I went to my room to freshen up a bit.

I entered my room and was pleased that it had a view of the snow covered mountain range just outside of Sapporo. I pulled the drapes back and could see several ski resorts off in the distance. As I was admiring the view, I heard knocking at my door.

I went to the door and opened it and found no one outside. Puzzling ..... but the knocking continued, this time with muffled laughter; and it seemed that the knocking was coming from inside my room. Spinning around, I then noticed that there was a door set in the wall that usually meant that there was an adjoining room. Pulling it open I found a laughing Sayuri!

"Was anyone there?" she laughed. 

I laughed with her and lunged to grab her around her waist and brought her quickly into an embrace. I smiled as she put her arms around my neck.

"I can see that I have a live one here." I replied.

"Live one? How you mean?" she asked.

"Live one as someone who enjoys her life."

She looked me in my eyes and replied, "Hai. Yes. I try enjoy my life as I can. Otherwise is sad, no?"

Then we kissed. A quick, soft meeting of our lips; a momentary pullback as we looked at each other for a long moment, before our lips and tongues met again for an extended caress. 

"Peter," she whispered as our lips finally parted, "you make me wet again."

"How wet?" I asked.

"Very. I must change."

"Can I help?" I asked.

She laughed and pushed me away. "No. You must behave. Ok? Otherwise I must shut door."

I gave her my best 'sad puppy' look as I replied "ok,.... I'll behave," before I grabbed her again and kissed her. And she kissed me back.

"Ok, I'll let you freshen up before we meet up with others. Do you want me to close this door?"

She gave me a long look before replying, "Peter, you gentleman. I trust you. So keep door open between our rooms." So we did for the duration of our stay.

She freshened up and did change her panties, although she used her bathroom to do that. I used the time to use the facilities myself before unpacking and hanging some of my clothes up. She came into my room when she finished and we hugged. 

"Come my boyfriend. Let's go."

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We met up with everyone in the hotel restaurant and had a quick meal. We then proceeded to the lobby where we loaded onto a bus for our city tour. The bus took us all over Sapporo as Sayuri once again took up her tour agent responsibilities. Her running narrative informed us of all the sights to take in as we passed by. 

Our first stop was at Yomiuri Square where they had a series of magnificent ice carvings. The city sponsors an ice carving contest each year and invites everyone to enter. These particular carvings were of zoo animals; bears, zebras, penguins, snow leopards, and lions. They were very well done and magnificently displayed with the afternoon sun sparkling off of the icy surfaces. 

Then we stopped off at the Mt. Moiwa tramway and rode it up the mountain where we were treated to a spectacular view of Sapporo. I could see that it would also be a fantastic view at night with the lights of the city providing a blanket of twinkling lights.

Our next stop was at the Winter Food Park whose ice carving displays featured the work of a local elementary school each year. This year the kids had made a series of hentai-like (Japanese cartoon) likenesses of the students who made up their student council, with captions written in ice underneath. And it looked as if there were several girl figures who were driving a boy figure crazy. Sayuri explained that the student council members were all girls except for the vice president who, as the lone boy, was tormented unceasingly by the girls. We all had a good laugh with that. With that, Sayuri let the group roam through the park for the next hour.

The food park featured a series of food booths that featured many local specialties. Sayuri encouraged me to sample as many of them as I could. So I did. I think my favorite was the grilled scallop on a half shell. Although I have to say that the braised salmon with local vegetables came in a very close second. 

We were leisurely strolling back to the bus and were just about to pass a fortune teller's shop when Sayuri grabbed my hand and dragged me into the shop. 

"Konbanwa (hello)," she called out as we entered the store front. 

A muted reply came from the back of the shop followed by an old woman who appeared a few moments later.

"May we have fortune told?" Sayuri asked.

Now if there's one thing that almost all Asians are fanatical about, it's having their fortune told. Most Asians tend to be obsessed when it comes to wanting to know their future. Whether it was going to be good or if there were storm clouds on their horizon, they wanted to know what the future held for them. And Sayuri was no different.

The old woman led us to several comfortable chairs that surrounded a circular glass table and asked to see Sayuri's hands. She peered at them; tracing several lines in her palms. Then she gestured for my hands as well. 

She took them and gazed at my palms, then quickly reached for and brought one of Sayuri's hands next to mine. After starring at both of our hands for more than a few minutes she released our hands and sat back in her chair.

"You," and she pointed to both of us, "you together. You marry?" she asked.

Sayuri blushed, "no we just meet. But we friends."

The old woman smiled, "good you meet. Your hands say, you belong each other. See?"

And she proceeded to point out the similarities between our palms; lines which traversed our palms, lines that stopped, and lines that merged with others. What they meant; good and bad. Sayuri was taking all of this in quite seriously. I really wasn't sure what to think.

The old woman sensed that I remained skeptical so asked for our birthdates. It was then that I discovered that Sayuri was four years younger than I was. The old woman wrote our birthdates down then went to the back of her store and returned a few minutes later with an old, worn, leather bound book; its pages yellowed by age and edges frayed from years of use. 

"This book very old. My grandmother give my mother. My mother give me when she die," the old woman explained as she opened the book. She carefully leafed through the book and looked up Sayuri's birth date first and bookmarked it. Then she checked what she had written down as my birth date, turned to that page, and excitedly exclaimed, "so ka! (that is so)." She looked at us with happy eyes. Sayuri leaned forward expectantly waiting for the old woman to say something.




Destined to be Lovers



"Book powerful. Made by priest many, many years ago. Use birth date. Birth date very important. Our fate cast when we born. Book say you two companion for life. Very rare. I never see before. Look. See best mate."

And we looked. Sayuri's birth date had a profile of the person associated with that particular birth date. Sayuri read her profile to me and surprisingly, I think it described her personality fairly well; at least what I knew of Sayuri. But most surprisingly, when I looked at the 'Best Mate' it mentioned only one birth date; mine. The month, the day, and the year; my birthdate. 

The old woman noticed where we were reading and noted, "most people have many 'Best Mate.' Look your Best Mate," she said as she looked at me.

Sayuri quickly turned the pages of the book to the page that held my birth date and read aloud what it said. Again, the profile was pretty accurate. It scared the shit out of me. And the only birth date under my 'Best Mate' was hers. How could this be? 

To say that I was flabbergasted would be to put it mildly. I couldn't believe my eyes. How could this be? Sayuri seemed to be shocked as well. She continued to stare at the book; seemingly lost in her thoughts. The old woman ....... well ....... she was smiling from ear to ear; her hands waving in the air as she talked loudly and very excitedly;

"I never find couple like you. First time. Is very good omen. You two, joined at heart from birth. I so happy for you!" she exclaimed with a huge smile!

I turned to Sayuri and picked up her hand in mine, "What do you think? Do you think we were meant for each other?"

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "I don't know Peter. I like you very much from first time we meet. Maybe we are as book says."

"Let's sleep on it and think about this tomorrow." And I kissed her lightly on her lips. As we separated, the old woman took our hands, joined them together, and then bowed her head and softly chanted a mantra. A mantra that I had heard often during my childhood when my grandmother, obaachan, took me to her Buddhist temple ........ a mantra prayer of thanksgiving.

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We left the fortune teller's shop and returned to our bus. Other members of our tour group had begun to assemble and Sayuri returned to her tour guide mode, checking off names and checking in with the bus driver. Within a few minutes everyone had returned and we were off to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

We had dinner. I can't remember what we ate as our visit with the fortune teller kept replaying itself in my mind. I couldn't decide what to make of what she said; what the book said. But one thing for sure is that I really liked Sayuri. She was beautiful in body and spirit. 

During dinner, Sayuri sat next to me except for the times when she had to be tour guide. Whenever she was next to me, she would grasp my hand and squeeze it tightly; letting me know her affection for me. And I would do the same, as I really did like this woman. 

After dinner, we returned to our bus. During the ride back to the hotel, Sayuri told everyone what our schedule would be for the next day. First to meet for breakfast in the hotel restaurant, then we would tour the surrounding area. Stop for lunch then do another two hours of sightseeing before returning to the hotel. Upon our return, she would be available in the lobby to book anyone who wanted to take in any of the winter activities options that were available to us for the remainder of our stay. 

She finished up with her explanation just as the bus arrived at our hotel. We piled out of the bus and returned to our rooms. Sayuri had to make sure everyone was accounted for and had to check in with the hotel for messages, so I hung back and waited for her in the lobby.

With her tour guide responsibilities finally finished for the evening, she returned to me and hugged me. 

"You feel so good. I want hug you all night."

I smiled at her upturned face, "I want to hug you also all night long too." And we kissed briefly before turning to the elevators that took us up to our rooms. 

We entered via Sayuri's room. She took my hand and asked that I sit on her bed and she sat down next to me.

"Peter, tonight I not expect what fortune teller say."

I chuckled, "That surprised me also."

"But, not first time I have this fortune told me."

"You were told of this fortune before?"

"Hai (yes). When I was young school girl. Fortune teller tell me then, my husband would come from away. He would be tall. He would have black hair and eyes like Japanese, but not Japanese. He would be kind and gentleman. Like you, Peter."

"But tall, black hair and black eyes, could be anyone."

"Yes, but when we first meet at airport, something inside me wake up."

When she said that, I felt a shiver go up and down my spine; "I felt it too, Sayuri. I felt a sudden warmth spread through me when your turned around and looked at me. I felt as if we had a connection."

She looked at me apprehensively, "You feel too? Are we to be together?"

I smiled at her, realizing how vulnerable she was at that moment, "Let's not do anything about this for now. Let's see how things between us work out for the rest of this trip. And if we find that we really like each other that much, then decide what to do next."

She smiled and kissed me. "Thank you Peter. Yes, is sensible to do."

I kissed her back. "It's late, let's go to bed and rest. What time do we need to be up tomorrow morning?"

And with that we agreed on a wake up time. I then left for my room through our adjoining doorway and took a shower. The hotel had thoughtfully provided a bath robe to wear, and since I normally don't wear anything to bed, I just used the robe to cover up my nudity after bathing.

Before going to bed, I returned to Sayuri's room just as she was leaving her bathroom dressed in a similar bath robe. I knocked on the adjoining room door to announce myself, and she turned and smiled and came over for a kiss and a hug. 

"Good night Sayuri. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Good night Peter."

I went to my bed and took off my robe and slid under the covers. The sheets felt good against my naked form. For some strange reason, I always slept better unfettered by pajamas or shorts. 

However, sleep didn't come quickly that evening like it normally does. I replayed our visit to the fortune teller, trying to see if we were being set up or being fed a line of nonsense. I didn't know whether to believe what the the fortune teller told us or not. But the similarity between our palms was plain to see. 

And the book of birthdates was rather clear. I had glanced at other birthdates in the book and under 'Best Mate,' all of the other birthdates that I saw had a large number of dates listed. Many listed dates by month and day only. Some just had a zodiac name. But none that I saw had just a single birth date listed. Just Sayuri's and mine. And that book was very old; its pages yellowed by age and edges frayed and torn in places from being opened and pawed through countless times over the years. 

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Sayuri came into my room. I opened my eyes as she stood momentarily next to my bed, and then sat on it next to me.

I reached for her hand, "you couldn't sleep?"

She took my hand in hers, "I keep thinking of fortune teller. I keep thinking of you."

I smiled, "same with me. I have been only thinking of you the entire evening."

"I hope you not think badly of me .......... but may I sleep with you? I think I want sleep with you."

"I would like that very much. But I don't have any clothes on. If it would make you feel better, I can put a shirt and shorts on."

Sayuri smiled, "Fortune teller know us better than we know each other." And with that she stood and took off her robe to reveal her nakedness. "I don't sleep with clothes too."

She was beautiful. Truly. Smaller perhaps B-cup breasts, a slim build and sparse covering of hair over her womanhood. Truly an Asian Venus, as she stood next to my bed.

I lifted the bed covers and Sayuri slid in and we hugged. My cock had sprung to attention which made Sayuri giggle.

"Peter, no sex ok? I not have sex with anyone, only for man who will be my husband. I just want to sleep with you."

I kissed her and agreed, "no sex Sayuri. Just the comfort knowing that you are here with me makes me happy."

So we fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke the next morning laying side by side. I was spooned up against her back, my left arm draped over her side, cupping her right breast, and my morning woody pushed into the space between her legs up against the lips of her pussy. Moisture from the lips of her pussy coated my erection. And I felt her fingers softly stroking the underside of the head of my hard cock. Her stimulation had woken me.

"I'm sorry Sayuri," I stammered in embarrassment.

She giggled, "I not. You feel good. I like you hold me. And you have nice one."

She turned in my arms and we kissed softly and at length. "I think I want sleep with you every night."

"I want that also Sayuri. I want to fall asleep holding you in my arms every night. There is something very comforting to have you next to me."

We kissed again before separating. "Shall we get ready?"

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We met up with everyone else for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant as planned. An hour later we were loaded onto our bus and off we went to visit the Sapporo Olympic facilities. We drove through the complex and it was truly amazing to see the variety and size of the facilities that had been built to accommodate the 1972 Olympic Games. 

We then visited Mt. Tiene which overlooks Sapporo. To get there we had to take another tram that gave us an unfettered view of Sapporo and it's ocean frontage. We then visited the Sapporo Snowmobile Land. Basically a large area where one could rent a snowmobile and ride through a number of trails in the area. We lunched in a cafeteria at the Snowmobile Land.

Our next stop was the Hokkaido Shrine. Japan is culturally linked to its predominant religion, Buddhism. So it's no surprise that their shrines and temples play such an important role in their lives. The Hokkaido Shrine was built in the 1800's and is a very impressive temple to visit. 

Sayuri led us to the shrine where a temple guide took everyone on a tour of the grounds. She took my hand and led me inside the shrine.

"Peter, please. I want make offering at temple. My thank you to temple for meeting you. Please?"

I smiled, "That is a good thing to do. May I also make an offering?"

She smiled, "Yes, it would be good to do."

And we did. She was surprised that I knew many of the ritual bowing and clapping of hands as we genuflected and made our incense offerings at the temple's altar. Sayuri took my hand in hers and we bowed one last time.

As we backed away from the altar, a temple priest came up to us and bowed deeply. He startled us as we had not expected anyone. He motioned us to follow him to a sitting area located to the side of the temple. 

"Excuse please," he began as he bowed once again. "I must know. You are husband and wife many years? Yes?"

Sayuri smiled and explained in Japanese to the priest that we had just met but had felt an immediate attraction to each other. The priest smiled and then began a long explanation in Japanese that Sayuri translated for me as the priest spoke. Forgive me as I paraphrase what he had to say,

"Please excuse. I saw you (Sayuri and me) at altar. But not alone. I see many others next to you, give incense and prayers also. I think shadows of ancestors. When you bow, all bow same time. When you hold hands, all shadows go away. I think ancestors all happy. You may have been husband and wife in other life. Now put back in this life to once again live and love each other. Most fortunate for all us."

Sayuri and I were shocked by what the priest had to say. 

"Ancestors?" I asked.

"Hai (yes). Ancestors both of you. Many come give incense and prayers to bless you." The priest smiled. 

"I never hear this before," Sayuri said quietly.

"Hai, I see one time before. Many years ago. When head priest come this temple, shadows of dead priests before him, come also."

"How you know if our ancestors?" Sayuri asked.

The priest smiled and pointed to me, "he is gaijin but not. Yes? He part Japanese? Yes?"

I nodded as Sayuri noted , "Hai. Peter is part Japanese. His father Japanese. Mother is gaijin; Europe." 

"Shadows of his ancestors both Japanese and gaijin. I see many. And your ancestors (as he pointed to Sayuri) many too. All shadows pray for both you. I think pray for you good fortune." 

He smiled. "I happy you visit our temple. Bless us by coming. Bring us good fortune and happiness. You come back any time. Always welcome here. We will know who you are."

With that last remark, the priest rose, bowed once again, then left.

We sat there awhile longer, absorbing what he had to say. Sayuri had a tight grip on my hand throughout the priest's litany. I placed my other hand over hers; and our eyes met. I could feel her feelings for me, as strong as they were. That made me feel so happy. I smiled and Sayuri smiled also as we stood and hugged each other.

As we left the temple, Sayuri asked, "Peter, you Buddhist?"

"No entirely, but obaachan, my grandmother, took me to her temple many times. And I have enjoyed many an obon (summer religious festival) while growing up. So I guess you can say that I'm part Buddhist."

She turned to me and hugged me, and I hugged her back. "Peter, I scared. I not feel this way before about anyone. You ..... more I know you more I want you."

I kissed her, "When we first visited the fortune teller yesterday, I didn't know what to think. I know that I had good feelings for you from our very first meeting. But what she told us about each other just seemed too good to be true."

Sayuri hugged me tightly. 

I continued, "Now the priest says that our ancestors give us their blessing. Every moment that we are together just makes me feel very happy. That maybe we are meant for each other."

Sayuri kissed me. "You make me happy. I want be with you always."

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We all returned to our bus for the trip back to the hotel. When we had returned to the hotel, Sayuri took up her tour guide duties, assisting everyone with their plans for the remaining three days of our stay. She booked tours, made arrangements for others to ski and snowmobile, and even booked several into visits to hot springs located in the surrounding area. It must have been at least an hour later that she had finished with everyone and turned to me.

"And Mr. Sekimura, what would you like to do?"

I laughed and sat down next to her, "I think that I will leave that up to my beautiful girlfriend to decide."

She blushed, "Ok, don't complain, ok?" with a twinkle in her eye.

"Do you like onsen (hot springs)? You like ski? Maybe snowmobile? Maybe tour other parts Sapporo?

"Anything that my girlfriend wants to do, I will like to do also."

She smiled, "Ok, I don't think we have clothes for ski or snowmobile, but maybe we go hot springs and we take other tours, and maybe just walk town?"

"That sounds good. I think I will like the onsen visits. Aren't there are several in Sapporo?"

"Hai, have many."

"Then let's visit several of them and enjoy ourselves."

She smiled as she picked up her phone and began making reservations for us.

After she was done, we headed up to our rooms and refreshed ourselves before joining everyone for dinner in the hotel dining room. Just about everyone was there already, comparing their plans for the next several days. Several had come for the winter sports and others would be doing a lot of sightseeing. One couple was going to visit several hot springs like us. And everyone would be taking tours off and on over the next couple of days. 

The Talbot girl still had Winfield wrapped around her little finger, and Sommer seemed to be ok playing second fiddle to the twosome. Talbot's father seemed ok with that arrangement as Sommer's presence seemed to keep Winfield's and his daughter's lust in check. 

Dinner was over and we all made it back to our rooms. We went into Sayuri's room and relaxed on her bed for awhile.

"Peter, when tour over, what you do?"

"I had planned to spend a couple of days in Tokyo relaxing before returning to Hawaii. However I want to come back as soon as I can to see you. Maybe in a week. And you?"

"I have to check with office but I think I stay in office after Sapporo then I don't know. Must check office."

So she did. She called her office and was told that she was to report back to the office the day after her return, but that they didn't have any other tours for her for a couple of weeks. 

"I go office next day, do papers for this tour. But after, no tour. Is slow time."

I wrote down my office, home and cell numbers, and my email address. "These are my phone numbers and email address."

She smiled and kissed me, "You serious about us? Yes?"

"Very."

"Peter, you live Hawaii, I live Tokyo, what we do?"

"That's something we will need to spend more time talking about. I'd like to think that it's something that we can work out together. I think I have already made the most important decision for me."

"What decision that?"

"Whether I love you ...... and I do."

She began to cry at that point, "Peter" she whispered, "no one ever say they love me before....... you love me? How can you know?"

"I feel it in my heart whenever I think about you. I feel it in my hands whenever I hold your hand or I touch you. I see it with my eyes whenever I look at you. I feel it with my lips whenever we kiss. Yes, I love you." I replied as I gently stroked her cheek, brushing her tears aside, before I kissed her. 

"Yes Sayuri, I think that you are the woman with whom I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. Being with you is the most important thing for me. When we slept together last night I felt so happy and complete. I never want to be apart from you."

"Peter ...... I love you too. I not believe first fortune teller. I too young. But I remember what she say. Then I meet you at airport. When I see you, inside me feel warm. Feel happy. I don't know what happen. Then we see other fortune teller and she tell us fortune. But even more so, you are special person. I can see. You meant to be my husband, father our children." And we hugged and kissed at length. 

We had fallen asleep at some point. I woke up and checked my watch and saw that it was 1:00 in the morning. I woke Sayuri up.

"Honey, we must have fallen asleep. Do you want to bathe or just go to sleep?"

"I too tired ........ we sleep ......... bathe tomorrow morning." She replied sleepily. So we got off the bed, took off our clothes and got back into bed under the covers. Since we were all on our own for the remainder of our trip, I didn't bother to leave a wakeup call.

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I woke first. I think it was the light filtering in through the window curtains that got me up. Maybe it's also because I habitually get up early. I glanced at the bedside clock and it was nearly 6:30 am. Sayuri slept peacefully; her head lay on my chest and one of her legs draped over mine, her arm lay across my stomach. 

I smiled to myself, content and happy with this wonderful woman. I would be very happy with a lifetime of sleeping like this. I could see us ten years from now, holding each other as we slept. She must have awaken during my introspection as she softly kissed my chest before taking hold of my cock and slowly stroked it till it achieved a hard and erect state. 

"Uuuhhhh Sayuri, you're going to make me cum," I moaned. She continued to stroke me while she slid down my body to take my cock into her mouth. Caressing my crown with her tongue, she was relentless as she stroked me to completion a few minutes later.




Destined to Be Together



Disclaimer: This story contains futanari. 

Credit and thanksgiving to Surine, my editor. Grazie!

~

I was irritable.

The sun was beaming hotter rays than Cyclops, and my sweat-drenched tank-top was proof; this was only a part of my demise, because I had decided to wear cargo pants that day.

Nevertheless, after my morning ritual, which consisted of a two-mile run and a rigorous aerobic stint in the sand at our local beach, I found myself sprinting up and down my favorite basketball court. The sport was my one true passion, in addition to physical conditioning of course.

The court was deserted aside from myself, as the park usually was this early on a weekday. The consistent report of leather meeting concrete eased my nerves as I continued my workout.

Half an hour later, I was stretching on the grass, cooling down and about ready to head for home. I stood up, swiping sweat and specks of sand from my tan skin; I took the moment to admire my body.

I stood at five feet, six inches, and weighed one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds. I wore my hair short and bobbed, jet black and endlessly adorable; my green eyes were like studs of jade glinting from beneath my bangs.

I was incredibly fit, in the best shape of my life, sporting huge, rock-hard calves, with thighs to match; a lifted, necterine-esque ass; chiseled abs with the mystical 'V' shape leading to my groin; and impressively defined, yet still feminine, biceps and triceps.

The only asset I couldn't flaunt were my breasts; they weren't exactly large, but I wasn't flat either.

After examining myself, I looked up, grateful for the cool breeze kissing my skin and ruffling my clothes. I took a long pull of water from my bottle, but froze when I saw that my basketball was missing. Immediately agitated, I looked around the park, but couldn't locate a single person.

--Until I saw the two boys across the street. Laughing, they tossed the ball back and forth, content with themselves and oblivious to the sweaty blur streaking towards them in a state of rage.

Like I said, I was irritable.

They eventually noticed me, and in a state of panic, tossed my ball skyward and turned tail. Hardly panting, I watched as my ball fell behind a high fence and into a woman's yard as, only a second later, a low groan of pain met my ears.

Mumbling a slew of curse words, I grabbed the fence and easily hoisted myself over the top. I landed lightly and in a crouch, eyes sweeping the yard. The woman whom I had heard only seconds before was glaring at me from behind a pair of lightly tinted glasses, evidently upset that her tanning session had been interrupted.

She was naked, and clutching my ball; and damn, she was gorgeous.

Twenty minutes later, after I had explained to her what had happened, and after she had slipped into a bikini, we were conversing over sun tea, poolside.

"So, Sam, what do you do?"

I sipped the tea slowly, peering into the cool water before answering, "I'm a personal trainer slash massage therapist. And you, Nicole?"

The blonde was apparently far from dumb as she replied, "I'm an attorney."

"No shit. You aren't going to sue me for emotional distress are you?"

Nicole only responded with a lazy wink from behind her glasses, sucking upon the straw that fed her tea.

At a loss for words and in need of a shower, I stood up, basketball in hand.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Nicole, and again, I'm sorry for intruding."

The bikini clad bombshell, who made me feel body conscious in a feminine aspect, waved my sentiment aside. She fixed those chocolate brown eyes on mine, revealing pearly whites behind luscious lips.

"That's quite alright honey; I'll have you repay me sometime."

~

Over the next couple of weeks, whenever I wasn't whipping overweight slobs into shape, and whenever Nicole wasn't seducing the jury to see things her way, she and I got together.

We began to bond and quickly became each other's best friend. I learned that she had never married, had no kids, loved jazz, hated asparagus, and was thirty-four years young.

She learned that I had a short temper. And was twenty-five.

Amongst all of our dates and pow-wows, I remember vividly the night when our friendship was tossed against the ropes.

~

I was sitting at a table by myself, at a quaint Italian restaurant; Nicole had, obviously, chosen the venue--I was definitely having salad tonight.

I wore an elegant yet casual black blouse, sleeveless, with charcoal grey business slacks and very small heels. I despised the look, but Nicole was rubbing off on me; I missed the comfort of basketball shorts and a pair of Nikes.

I looked up and saw, in a rather cliche type of way, Nicole, who had just entered the establishment. Damn, I thought; she's beautiful.

And she was. Clad in a form-fitting little black dress that accented her every voluptuous curve, I could only stare holes into her body. How incredibly large was her bust, that her breasts bounced and jiggled with every step. How seductive her eyes, encased behind rectangular frames. How innocent her golden locks, the hair falling past her shoulder.

How embarrassing my delight, cheeks seemingly ablaze as I stood to greet her, eyes wide as they found Nicole's. We embraced by exchanging kisses to each others cheeks before taking our seats.

"Wow, Nicole. You look fabulous."

She chuckled innocently, accustomed to the fact that I body-watched as a hobby; it came with the job.

"Thanks babe. Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Rub my feet a little?"

She tilted her head and pursed her lips, eyes wide and seemingly liquifying. I agreed, but only to end her begging. By now, she had also grown accustomed to the skilled hands I wielded.

For the next ten minutes, as we waited for our food to arrive, I handled Nicole's feet and she told me about a hung jury that had allowed a potential murderer back on the streets.

"My star witness choked on the stand and couldn't readily iden--"

The conversation was interrupted, however, when I moved up her legs, to her calves. I kneaded and fingered her taut muscles, loosening and relaxing them.

"Oooo. That feels nice Sammy."

She was appreciative, moaning softly, eyes closed. I was secretly aroused, and I could only assume that for her, it was strictly platonic. That upset me just a tad, but I don't know why.

Nicole stretched her legs out to flex her calves, when her feet grazed my groin; her moanimg dissipated instantly. She opened her eyes and fixed them on me, trying to find the right words to illustrate her thoughts. Just then, a pack of waiters surrounded our table and began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to Nicole.

She was confused and ignored the birthday wish I had set for her, and continued to watch me, expression quizzical. I muttered an apology, tears stinging my eyes as I stood and very quickly fled the scene. 

~

A series of knocks at my door aroused me from my slumber. I had crashed on the sofa, distraught with how my evening had turned out. It wasn't any better now, since it was three in the morning and I was no longer asleep.

Another set of booming knocks motivated me to my feet; another illicited a curse word from my illustrious vernacular. I yanked the door open, ready to spit venom, when a fist caught me on the nose. I flinched back in pain, holding my face.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Sammy!"

Nicole ushered me inside, closed the door, and ordered that I wait in the living room.

A short while later, Nicole was eyeing me from only inches away, making sure that I kept the icepack on my swelling nose. I sighed loudly, pulling the pack away.

"Look, I'm fine Nicole, now will you please tell me why you're here?"

She averted my gaze, her dark eyes fixed on the far wall. My apartment was deathly silent, but the tension was vastly overwhelming.

"What are you, Sam?"

The question made me flinch, my heavy eyelids sliding over my emerald orbs. Heart hammering against my ribs, I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.

I felt Nicole stand from the sofa and assumed she was leaving, but when I didn't hear the door open and close, I stole a peek.

She was staring right at me and slowly slid her glasses off. She tossed them aside and went to work on her trench coat, unbuttoning it and unsheathing the belt. She opened the coat to reveal a two-sizes-too-small tank-top that threatened to rip apart around her breasts and a pair of small booty shorts.

The breath I was about to exhale caught in my throat as my eyes roamed Nicole's body. Her womanly curves were delicious to the eye, an endless mural of flawless skin on display. What was most seductive, however, were her eyes, free from frames and undeniably arousing.

She stepped towards me ever so slowly, teasing me, stretching my patience thin. Only when she straddled my lap, her legs outside mine with her feet on the sofa, did I finally take a breath.

Nicole, however, stole it away again as she leaned forward and draped her arms around my neck, pressing her lips against mine, her breasts smothering my own. 

The desired effect made itself evident, my erection pressing through my pajama pants and into Nicole's taut stomach. I was overcome with guilt and shame by the time our kiss ended. 

Hanging my head, I uttered, "I'm sorry."

Nicole surprised me by grabbing my stiff pole, curling slender fingers around my thickness, illiciting a groan from my warm lips as she whispered back, "Don't be."

The wanton vixen dismounted me, leaving behind a hungry erection that stood at attention. I held my lust in check as I watched Nicole saunter away, swaying her hips purposely to hurt me even more.

She turned to face me, tilting her head to one side. Thumbs hooked inside her waistband, she bent forward, maintaining eye contact as she slid the shorts down to her ankles. A skimpy g-string remained, digging into her lush, tan skin, a monstrous cameltoe catching my eye.

I focused solely on those meaty lips that glistened with arousal as Nicole continued to strip. The tank-top was removed and tossed, landing atop my head. I slowly pulled it away, only to find Nicole's large ass only a few feet away from my face.

My heart hammered relentlessly, rattling ribs as my companion very slowly dug the slutty underwear out of her crack. My eyes were glued in place as her anus was revealed first, expertly clean, puckered as expected.

I was overcome, however, when I first caught a glimpse of Nicole's pussy. The lips were thick, slick, bare, and a delicious shade of peach. I wanted nothing more than to touch her body right then and there, but I was frozen in awe.

My erection was straining so hard against its confinement that it hurt, but I couldn't sacrifice the time to give it reprieve, lest I could afford missing the show. That turned out to be in my best interest, as Nicole slid a hand behind herself, spreading a cheek to expose her cunt to me.

When the other hand joined it, I began to breath heavily, audibly, unable to contain myself any longer. As Nicole spread her pussy wide, exposing pink petals and a healthy supply of nectar, I blew my top.

I cried out, hands gripping the couch cushions on either side of me as I emptied my testicles, plastering the inside of my pajama pants with an exorbitant amount of gooey cum. I whimpered in delight, eyes mere slits as I watched Nicole straighten up and face me.

"Are you a virgin, Sam?"

The answer was obvious, but I nodded my head anyway, ears ringing, face flushed.

Nicole grinned seductively, her unblinking eyes boring holes into my mind.

"Good. I haven't had sex in years, so this'll be good for us both. Now, be a good girl and sit back."

I did as I was told, still trying to cope with the sensation of the orgasm; I hardly noticed that my pajama pants were being removed, so deep was my contentment.

A long, uncomfortable silence filled the space between us after my bottoms were removed.

Then, "Oh my. Sam, you're...huge."

I looked down at my penis, which was still erect, and still issuing semen. It was rather thick, touting a decent length and a network of veins riddling the shaft. The entirety of my cock was covered in semen, the twitching appendage looking like a glazed creamstick.

I looked at Nicole; she looked at me.

The blonde split her mouth open with her tongue, rimming her lips, washing her teeth. My eyes were roaming every conture of her body, feasting especially upon her mammoth-sized breasts. 

Before I could make a move, Nicole had moved forward, wrapping her fingers around my hard, slick meat. I gasped loudly, watching in delightful horror as Nicole sank to her knees while simultaneously sucking the head of my cock into her moist cavern of a mouth.

I couldn't have torn my eyes away from the sight even if I wanted to. Blonde hair spilled into my lap while Nicole coated my cock with saliva; incidentally, she slurped my semen down her greedy throat, evident by the heedless chorus of suction and moans.

"Mm...mm...mnn..."

Nicole slid her hair behind her head, offering me a view of her lips wrapped around my thickness, half my shaft hidden within her mouth. She bobbed her head enthusiastically, taking more and more of my prick into her throat with each succession.

She eventually pulled all of me out of her mouth, silently refilling her lungs with air, eyes on mine. I couldn't maintain the contact for much longer, succumbing to the tease. As I closed my eyes, I felt Nicole begin to lick and kiss my dick, teasing me even further.

"You look so cute like that, tortured and yet, loving every second of it," Nicole interjected, stroking me in tight succession. "I'll let you cum if you beg for it.

Lingual silence ensued, the only noise being the constant friction between palm, saliva, pre-cum, and penis. The sound of masturbation further enveloped me into a crazed state of arousal, until I could stand it no further.

"Nicole, please! Please let me cum!"

I was sitting up straight now, panting hard, my breasts heaving up and down at the same pace Nicole was stroking me at. She stopped abruptly and I whimpered loudly, childlishly, on the verge of cumming but coldly denied. I opened my eyes to find out why Nicole was doing this to me.

The blonde was arranging her breasts, fidgeting on the floor, until the heavy glands rested in my lap. For a split second, I was unaware of her intentions, but once she slid my dick in between her breasts, I knew.

Shuffling in my seat, I said, "Wait, Nic--"

The blonde interrupted me by thrusting my cock in and out of the smooth cleft formed by her huge tits. The sensation was so smooth and tender upon the underside of my shaft that I squealed in delight.

Nicole chuckled, heaving her breasts up and down, her hands barely holding them in place. Flecks of my pre-cum dotted her supple breasts, providing enough lubrication for the titfuck.

"Cum for me Sam; let me see that piece of meat in action."

My balls were jostled up and down, churning another helping of protein within my bowels. Seconds later, it was served, my cock erupting white lava. I groaned in pleasure as I viciously shot load after load into Nicole's blonde hair, onto her pretty face, and her breasts.

I sat back, spent, my happily abused penis slowly going flaccid. I watched Nicole lick semen from her lips, massaging her breasts to apply my batter, the glands shimmering. She wiped and scooped sticky globs of semen from her face, allowing my spunk to remain in her hands.

"My my, Samantha, you are quite the gusher."

Nicole rose to her feet, smiling down at me, even offering a wink. 

"Care to return the favor love?"

I looked up at her, dumbfounded, wondering what to offer the insatiable succubus.

"Ok, yeah, sure..."

I grabbed one of Nicole's hands and pulled her to me, while simultaneously adjusting myself, turning ninety degrees. I laid down on my back and motioned to Nicole, blushing sheepishly.

"Lay on your stomach, feet first."

Nicole giggled, nodded. 

"You got it babe."

Nicole accomodated me, putting her weight on my body. When she was finally situated, I was staring into the depths of her pussy. Gingerly, I pulled apart her external lips, webs of arousal coating her folds. Nicole squirmed, gyrating ever so slightly.

"That's good baby, keep going."

Encouraged, I kept Nicole's sex spread open with two fingers, and I plunged haphazardly into her cunt with my tongue. I licked up and down her slit, animated in my endeavor, bobbing my head.

Nicole responded with a genuine moan, curling her toes. To busy herself, she attacked my dick once more, lips, teeth and tongue assaulting my stiff rod. I groaned into Nicole's nether lips, but didn't abandon my task.

Nicole's muffled voice sounded off from around my dick, and seconds later, she removed it to moan unhindered, her voice bouncing off the walls of my apartment.

"Shit Sam, don't stop! Nnnggg!"

I had no intention of stopping, even as Nicole began to violently jerk me off. Her aroma was intoxicating, her liquid arousal addicting; I tongue-fucked her for all I was worth.

"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum!"

She squeezed my cock so hard that it hurt, but it was worth making the blonde cum a torrent of thin excrement. Nicole was wailing from the bottom of her stomach to the top of her lungs, driven insane by the euphoria exploding inside of her sex.

It took minutes for her to calm, but I was patient. She was panting as if she'd ran a marathon, her cunt still oozing fluids. I tenderly licked up the remnants of Nicole's orgasm, much to her delight.

"Mmmm, that's good baby. Let's try one more thing."

Nicole moved swiftly yet gracefully, until she was sitting back on my lap. I attempted to sit up, but she placed her hands on my breasts, pinning me down. Nicole bent down, until our faces were inches apart.

"Allow me."

While twisting my nipples, Nicole invaded my mouth with her tongue. We swapped excrement: the taste of my semen for her cum. We moaned in unison, my hands slithering to grip her ass. I spread her cheeks apart, and she lifted, shifted and sat.

My cock was wrapped within a slick velvet sheath, the warmth of Nicole's pussy causing my penis to harden even further. She pulled away from me to sit up straight, her eyes closed, lost within the lust we were breeding. 

She began to ride my joystick, up and down, front and back, even in a circular motion. I groaned as my cock was being treated to a tight fit, Nicole moaned as I nearly filled her completely. She was speechless this time around, fucking me with everything she had.

Nicole leaned backwards, hands placed upon my thighs, impaling herself on my rock-hard cock. I panted hard, sweat running down my neck and chest, my eyes on Nicole's globes. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, mashing and kneading them together.

The way Nicole started to moan only ten minutes in let me know that she was cumming. 

And again, only five minutes later.

Then two minutes.

And after that, it was a constant chorus of mind-bending, groin-stirring groans, her lustful appetite for more driving me to deliver the goods.

I thrusted into the blonde at blinding speed, my own breasts flopping about. I closed my eyes as I felt another orgasm stirring within my loins.

It didn't take too much longer for it to arrive, either. My dick exploded yet again, spewing a hefty amount of cum into my blonde companion. I painted Nicole's insides a lewd white, until it overflowed and gushed out of her from around my cock.

On the verge of unconsciousness, Nicole leaned down and laid atop me, finally coming to a calm, moaning softly into my ear, which she nibbled every so often. She traced a finger around my mouth, which I opened, and she slipped it in; I sucked it to the knuckle.




Destined to Be Together



"I don't know what you are, Sam, but I really like it."

I swatted Nicole's ass hard, which caused her to yelp in pain, only to giggle moments later as the sun rose.

"Ditto."



Destined To Repeat It



I had always enjoyed older men. All of the guys that I had ever been interested in were older, by at least five years. So it came as no surprise when I met my history professor that I found him attractive.

He was pushing forty, but he had aged well. He had blond hair and grey eyes. I thought that they complemented my sandy brown hair and green eyes well. He wasn't the usual stuffed shirt that taught history, he was a riot.

In the begining of the semester I would just sit at my table and watch him intently as he went through the lecture. As the classes continued, I moved closer to the front. Under the pretense of following the notes on the board better, really just to be closer to him as he paced back and forth in front of the class.

I tried all of the usual things to get his attention. I wore low-cut shirts to accentuate my 36c chest and short skirts with bright thongs, so if he looked just right he could see them, once I even went commando for the class. Nothing. I was starting to think that it was a lost cause, but I was willing to try once more before I accepted defeat.

I went to the latest office hour that he had available for conferences. I wore my most alluring, yet innocent outfit that I could find. I was wearing a white fitted blouse, a grey skirt that fell two inches from my knees and my black leather knee high boots. I was wearing virginal white cotton panties and a white lace bra to finish the look. I knew that he was married, with kids, but I didn't care. I wasn't asking for anything that he wasn't willing to give. Hell a quick fuck in his office would be good enough. I walked into his office and told him that I was having a problem with the essay that I was writing for the class.

He wanted to know what he could do to help. I told him that I was writing about the sexual revolution of the 1960s, but I was having a problem grasping the concept. He wanted to know what the problem was. I told him that I was having a problem understanding the drive for the women, I was a virgin. I could see the shock in his look, before he looked away. I pointed out that I knew about opression. I told him that I could understand how no one liked being classified just because of their breasts, as I ran my hands caressingly over my breasts, lingering on the nipples for a moment. He couldn't take his eyes off of my hands.

He cleared his throat as he tore his gaze away from my hands at my breasts. He asked what I thought he could help me with. I told him that all I wanted was an experience to base the passion of the protests on. I presented him with the option of a completely educational experiment. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, yet intrigued at the same time. He told me that this was innappropriate, that there were rules against things between teachers and students. Not to mention that he was married, he didn't say happily.

I moved my hands to my thighs, and carressed them up and down, pulling my skirt even higher with each pass. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. 

I told him that it would be comepletely private, that I wasn't going to tell anyone about it, and he wouldn't tell anything, so there wouldn't be a problem. He still faught it. So I went for the final blow. I got up from my chair, turned and closed and locked the door to his office, turned and went to sit on his lap. I straddled his legs as I lowered myself to his lap. No matter what he was telling me, he was incredibly interested, and I could feel the proof between my thighs, pressing against my panties, which were noticeably wet. He went to push me away, but before he could, I ground my cunt against the bulge in his pants. I actually think he stopped breathing for a minute. His eyes were closed and he was gasping for air.

I leant forward and whispered into his ear. I told him how I had been trying for the whole semester to get his attention. I had worn sexy clothes, and I had even gone commando, I had wanted him to see as much as he wanted, but he hadn't noticed. I was nibbling on his ear as he groaned and told me that he hadn't noticed anything until the day I had worn the red tank top that would gape open in the front whenever I leant over. I couldn't help but giggle, as I ground myself against him again. It felt so damn good, he couldn't possibly expect me to stop now. 

His hands went from pushing me away, to pulling me closer. He had slid his hands down the back of my skirt, carressing the skin at the base of my spine. Every time that his fingers would complete a circle on my back, I would bounce a little on his lap, pushing a little more with each bounce, grinding a little harder against what he was embarassed to know that I felt. I pulled my mouth from the side of his neck where it had travelled, to whisper in his ear again. I told him how wet I was. How, that if he wanted to, he could slide right in, without any resistance at all,except for the little pop at the end, nice and tight and wet. I accentuated the word wet, by taking his earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it, not hard, but enough to make him think about what I had said.

I was rocking slightly on his lap, grinding and rocking. The only sound in the room for some time was our heavy breathing. The smell of excitement was in the air, and it wasn't all mine. I took one of my hands from around his neck, slid it down his chest to the buttons of his jeans. I popped the button, which gave me enough room to slide my hand against his abdomen to the curls at the base of his throbbing cock. His body jerked, but he had stopped all mention of the wrongness of the actions. I pushed my hand back against the zipper, it slid open, giving me better access to my goal. As my fingers inched closer to his cock, he went from telling me that it was wrong to be doing this, to telling me that I had to move faster, that he wanted me to wrap my fingers around him. I willingly obliged. He was so hard, and it felt so nice to have my hand wrapped around him. I pumped my hand from the base to the tip of his cock once. He groaned and told me to do it again.....and again. As I pumped my hand up and down, he gripped my thighs, under my skirt, hard, and pulled me closer to him. I was sure that he was going to leave grip marks, but it felt too nice to be held like that, so close. I was pumping my hips in time with my hand, back and forth, back and forth..... He groaned, as if he was in pain. He let go of my thighs, and stopped my hand from pumping anymore. I must have looked confused. He told me that he was a hair's width away from cumming, and he figured that by going to all the trouble that I had, I was at least entitled to a piece of the action. 

He picked me up, and stood at the same time, he turned around, and sat me on the edge of his desk. His mouth engaged mine, our tongues meeting and thrusting with fervor. His hands went under my skirt, and pulled my panties past my knees, and then forgot about them. He reached up and quickly pulled all of the buttons apart on my shirt. I was too involved with the ministrations of his tongue to help. Before long, my shirt was on his desk, and my bra had been undone. I was sitting on the edge of his desk, in my boots, topless, with my skirt hiked up around my hips.

His mouth left mine and travelled down my neck to my breasts. I pushed them closer to his mouth, I was aching for him to take a nipple into his mouth. When he finally did, I couldn't help but squirm. He gave a light bight to the nipple in his mouth to keep me in line, and I gasped. He moved to the other one and did the same. His hands took the place of his mouth when it left to pay more attention to the other one. I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer to my chest as I arched towards him. I hooked my legs around his hips and locked my ankles behind his back, pulling myself into a sitting positon just atop his cock. I could feel the head of it throbbing just out of range, resting against my clit. I was so wet that I could feel it begining to trickle down my thighs, and into the crevice between my ass cheeks. 

His mouth moved to my neck were he bit me. Not too hard, but hard enough to bruise. One of his hands went down to cup my mound. As I rocked against his hand, he slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped, and clenched my muscles around his finger. As he slid a second finger in, his thumb moved to play with my clit. It had come out of its hood, and it was ultra sensitve. I almost stopped breathing for a minute when he touched it at the same time he slid the second finger into me. He whispered in my ear that I was so tight. That he was looking forward to fucking this dirty virgin that had propositioned him. I shivered as he continued to tell me how he was going to fuck me. I've always liked a little dirty talk, it gets me even hotter. He left my clit to pump his fingers in and out of me. I was thrusting against his hand, trying to push him in deeper. I met his upward thrust with a downward one of my own. I could feel the tips of his fingers meet the barrier inside, but they didn't pass it. I needed what he was keeping from me to take care of that.

He sensed my need, and his own. He took his fingers from the home they had found, and I whimpered at their loss. He moved to brace my ass against the edge of his desk for better leveredge. He told me to loosen my legs a little that he neede more room to give us both what we wanted. I relaxed a little and he moved to position himself at my opening. He had all intent and purpose to be slow and gentle, but by now I wanted him so bad, that my teeth ached. It was a little bit of tight fit as the head of his cock pushed past my enterance, but I recieved him easily. He was moving slowly, anticipating any discomfort that I might have, but I didn't care, it was all feeling so great. I wanted to feel him completely inside of me so I thrust to meet him. He tried to still my hips with his hands but I was too quick for him. With my thrust he broke past the barrier. There was no pain, just a feeling of being completely and utterly full. I couldn't seem to get a full breath, but I didn't care. For a minute he didn't move at all. 

Seconds later he relented to his urges and began to thrust. He pulled completely out, and then entered back in. I felt each movement, inch by inch. It began to feel as if all of my muscles were begining to tense up, and I locked my legs harder around his hips. It hadn't taken long, I had always been a quick learner, I was going to cum. I groaned and told him that I was cumming, moments before my pc muscles clamped down hard on him inside of me so he couldn't move. I think that I went blind for a moment.

I couldn't hear or see anything for a moment. All I could do was feel the incredible sensations that were coursing through my body. As my convulsions were drawing to a close, he pulled out and thrust back in once, before he groaned and I felt his heat spread inside of me. I came again with him, I had still been so wound up that it hadn't taken much to set me off again. I clenched my pc muscles to keep him inside of me as our breathing slowed. 

When he pulled back, his now limp cock slipped out with a wet pop. I felt so empty without him now that I immedeately started to think of how to get him back inside. I sat, leaning against his desk, still breathing deeply as I watched him straightenn his clothes. I decided that I guess I should put my clothes back on too. It took me a moment to find my panties. They ended up being on the other side of the room. I was re-buttoning my blouse when he told me that he was glad that he had let me convince him. I walked over to him and kissed him full on the mouth, pushing my tongue into his mouth. A few minutes later, when we were both breathing heavily again, I told him that I had had a wonderful time, and I think that it had cured my writer's block. I had grabbed my purse and was headed for the door when I thought of something. 

I reached under my skirt, pulled down, and stepped out of my panties. I picked them up from the floor, and walked back towards him. I handed them to him, and told him to keep them for a souvenir. At least until I could schedule another appoitnment to see him. As I walked from the room I couldn't help but smile.

That next week we got our essays back. I had felt that the extra help had improved my essay. When I got my essay back, there was no mark, just a comment.

"See me to discuss your mark. My office @ 7:00 tonight."