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Kissing
a Japanese girl
A
romantic love story of an African American GI in Japan
By George Cornell
About two years ago I first came to Japan with the United
States Air Force at the Misawa base in the Aomori prefecture. I
had only been there for less than two weeks when I started to
feel that I was truly in a foreign land. I missed home and felt
lonely quite often, as at that time I did not have a girlfriend
back home either with whom I could share my feelings. Of course since the day I arrived, I was extremely attracted to the
young Japanese ladies.
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On Saturday night I went to a club named J-Draws, one of
those clubs in Japan that seem to have an English name but without any meaning to the words. I hated the atmosphere but
still I tried to meet many Japanese girls in the hip-hop club but
it was clear that they didn't like my type. Even though I'm black, I wasn't like R. Kelly or DMX, so I did not
attract many
women. So many Japanese women were turning me down that I was getting depressed there. In my opinion this was just a
nightclub and all I wanted to do was
dance. (Related
article: Experiences
with Japanese women)
After being rejected for almost the whole night, I could not take it anymore
and about 2:30 AM, I left J-Draws. I was trying to be a gentleman and trying to separate myself from all the other
military men who simply mistreat Japanese girls and have no respect for them. I said to myself, "I've had enough of trying to
please these girls. They only want the thugs, it seems." This was not the first time that I had experienced such treatment
towards me and all I could surmise was that this was because of my race since I could see a lot of my peers talking to the
prettiest girls in the bar.
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 As I was walking down the street, I saw a short and very
cute
Japanese girl. She was dressed in a sexy
sleeveless top and one of those
mini-skirts that they seem to sell only in
Japan - just way too short. For some
reason, I said hello to her. It was cold outside so she was covering her arms and was shivering as almost all her
body was exposed. I asked her if she wanted to have a drink with me. She initially appeared hesitant, and I was almost
ready to be rejected once again, but I told her that I would buy
her a drink. So she gave me that look of "Well, I don't know!"
At that moment, I don't know what got into me, but I took off my jacket and put it around her shoulders. She smiled at me
and realized that I was a kind person who cared for her. This small symbol of affection seemed to warm her towards me and
without saying a word she took my hand and then we both walked to a bar that was right outside the front gate of the base.
We chatted a bit as we walked.
When we went into the bar, it was blasting with loud music.
Mayumi and I took a seat at the bar and she ordered some sake
for us. The bartender was a Japanese man and he was happy to see me with a Japanese girl. He served us the
sake in a square wooden cup. We shared it and drank together in little sips
while trying to communicate. I couldn't speak more than a little
bit of Japanese and her English was not good either. However, we both made efforts to engage in small talk.
As we were talking I accidentally knocked the cup and spilled a little
sake on her. I was so embarrassed that I apologized profusely. She said that it was okay. In an effort to clean up the
top of her silk blouse with my hands, I got a chance to get closer to her and I realized that she neither minded my
touching her nor being so close to her. Before we both even realized what was going on, we just started
kissing. She was so
tender and good. She was a great kisser. She did not say much but looked at me with that passion you cannot forget. We soon finished the
sake and left the bar.
It was almost 4 AM. She grabbed my hand and we walked
down to the park next to the city library. The park was quiet and I all we could hear was the wind gently waving the leaves.
The
cherry blossom trees were blooming and at the other end of the park, was a train station where a local train that was only
three cars long was parked. We walked up to the train and sat in there on one of the benches.
Just being all by ourselves but in a location that made us feel
that there were these ghosts of these passengers who were watching us, we felt a sudden desire to give them what they
wanted. She pulled my face to hers and very soon our tongues were touching like we had known each other for a long time.
Then I started feeling her small and firm
body. She just looked at me and I started licking her neck. She was giving off
loud moans from my touch as if to tell all the ghosts of the passengers how she was feeling.
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I thought about the advice that other GIs had given me and
rather quickly I moved my hands down to her middle and tried to unzip her
skirt but she immediately pushed my hands away.
As we continued to kiss, I tried it again and she pushed them away again and firmly said, "No." I thought that if I persisted,
she would eventually say yes. Telling myself that so many of my GI friends could not be wrong with so much
experience
with Japanese women, I tried once again a little later but again
she pushed my hands away and said in a soft voice "No, no, no, no", while she pointed her finger at my face. That
advice from those dummies from my base was wrong. I knew I shouldn't do it. So I stopped and we just kept hugging
and kissing for about another hour. |
 Finally when it was
daylight outside, we realized that we had to go. I asked her if I
could meet her again later that evening. To my surprise, Mayumi and I met again and she brought along some of her
friends too. They were all nice young ladies. It was then that I
found out that Mayumi was only 18. Talk about treading on thin ice. We all went to karaoke together. I tried to sing some
JPOP
songs that I liked. Mayumi loved to sing. She was singing all the
J-pop songs - some that I knew and others that I didn't
know. She was pretty good too and seemed to be having a great time
showing off her talent.
When our hour in the
karaoke, was up we walked to the
beach. Apparently she told her friends to leave her alone for a
while. We went to her car and kissed a bit. But I noticed that
she didn't kiss like she did the day before. When her friends returned to join us, we all got together in the car and first
dropped her friends off and then she took me back to the base.
We tried to talk to each other a little more but I could tell that
she wanted to go. I knew that I didn't have a phone so I asked for her phone
number but she found a lame excuse not to give it to me. We pecked each other on the lips once again and then I got out of
her car. She drove off.
I was happy that I had that experience
with her. I neither heard from her again nor did I see her again
in a public place.
That was two years ago. I will never forget Mayumi. She was
the first Japanese girl that I had a passionate kiss with. Since
then I've met a wonderful Japanese woman and we are now in a great relationship. Recommended
links: Short
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Japan Experience
with Japanese exchange students Spa
at home for two Japanese women Rocky
relationship with a Japanese woman
Thinking
of an old flame from Japan |
