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Meeting Minako (Part 2)

Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

building John had put the scarf up to his nose and inhaled deeply. At that moment he could smell her perfume. More than this he could smell her skin. John’s brain had gone dizzy. Why had she run away? Why was she so afraid? Poor John had needed to leave Japan later that week. Minako had confessed everything to her younger sister, the “popular” Akiko. The two sisters had spent many nights reconstructing every minute of Minako’s time spent with John. The entire date was discussed in minute detail and then discussed again. “So he helped you out of the car. Prince fucking charming: what next?” Akiko would laugh. She had forced her sister Minako to recount in great detail what the two young women now referred to as “the kiss”. As the two sisters huddled in Akiko’s bedroom at home they would discuss the date. In particular they would discuss the “kiss”. Akiko’s “kiss questions” would run something like this: 1. How soft was it? 2. Did he use tongue? 3. Do foreigners have funny tasting lips? 4. How long did it last? 5. What did he smell like? 6. Who kissed first? 7. Was his skin rough? 8. Are you sure he kissed first? 9. How soft was it again? 10. Are you sure he didn’t slip you his tongue? So you get the picture. The same questions would be answered in a different order almost every night as the two sisters giggled and shared secrets. The kiss in reality had been delicate and soft. It was almost not a kiss it had been so soft and hesitant. The moment had lingered as if infinity ... had taken hold of the pair of interracial lovers. But then in a sudden nervous gasp Minako had pulled away from John. What was she doing? She was kissing an older white man? That had ended the moment of perfection and precipitated the crisis. Minako’s hand had flown to her mouth in mortal disbelief. Minako’s eyes had opened wide. She had worn an expression on her face like John had burned her lips. The young girl had kept touching her trembling lips to see if the kiss had been real. “Well I don’t know Akiko? I just kept touching my lips because I couldn’t believe what had just happened.” Akiko cackled. “Sis sometimes you’re clueless. Of course he wanted you. Look at you. Plus all those white guys are obsessed with Japanese pussy. They think our pussy juice tastes like sake.” Akiko laughed. Minako blushed. “They do not Akiko. And besides John isn’t like that: he’s nice.” Yes there had been a deep connection she now knew. Minako didn’t want to use the word “love” with her sister Akiko, but could it have been the start? She was still scared when she thought about it. Neither one of them could deny it: but Minako had been too terrified to admit it even to her self. “Love” was a very big word for Minako to use. John had tried to apologize, but nothing had registered in Minako’s brain. She was too dazed and confused. “Please just take me home.” She had implored that dark night. Tokyo had suddenly seemed scary to her as John drove her home. So now here she was talking about “the kiss” ...