An American woman makes a Japanese friend

By Mia Barrett

I mentioned in my leading story that in addition to my fixation for Japanese men, I was curious about Japanese women. I hadn't really thought about sharing intimate moments with a Japanese woman until recently.  I must emphasize that I find complete satisfaction in being the object of desire for a Japanese man who is not afraid to show off his special techniques. Out of the blue a Japanese woman contacted me, wanting to know if I would be interested in getting to know her intimately. She found me attractive and we seemed to share much in common. That really had me thinking, as I hadn't considered such a thing before.  Something about it felt right, so I gave it a shot.  The one downfall was that we found ourselves in neighboring countries. Still, we were on the same continent, so it was more likely to meet sooner than later.

I couldn't believe it when I was actually on the train headed to Norway. I was reminiscing back through all the years that flashed by as my friend Dana and I grew up together. I wondered where all the time went. And it hit me, just how grown up I really was -- I was about to "meet" a lesbian Japanese woman for the first time at my own will. I began thinking intensely about what it would be like with Akiko. Part of me began to panic, but I calmed myself down by thinking "I'll do whatever feels right. It will come naturally!". The rest of the way I listened to my Walkman, smiling, cat-napping.

The first impression

I arrived in Norway with only a few people left on the train. Dana was there! Oh, but so was a Japanese woman. "Who was she? Could it be Akiko?" I wondered.  I suddenly became very timid. If it really was her, she was much prettier than expected. I could only give Akiko a glimpse, in order to receive some sort of recognition. I was uncertain if it was her, so I did not approach her. I looked over at her once more before leaving, but she seemed unsure, too. We went our own ways with such uncertainty, both of us having mixed feelings about taking the initiative. The next evening Akiko met me at a place in walking distance to where I was staying. We wanted to meet officially, face to face at last. I felt that I wanted to kiss her before saying goodbye, but I simply couldn't make the first move. She was so radiant, delicate, smiley. We parted by just saying "oyasumi" after talking. I dreamed about her that night and was so anxious about the next evening. We had decided to meet again, I would go to her house for the night. I truly felt that this was meant to be.

Getting to know Akiko

Akiko picked me up the next evening. It felt a little bit awkward riding to her home, knowing what we expected of one another and all. We chatted in the car as though it was no big deal. It was nice to feel that we were already such wonderful friends. We really did find much in common! That made her even more attractive to me. After arriving to her beautiful home, we talked much more. Both of us felt quite famished, so we began making "tonkatsu." I chopped of the cabbage, while she cut the pork filés. Then we began dipping the filés in egg yoke and then rolling them in breadcrumbs. Akiko's hands slightly brushed mine as she put the pieces in the breadcrumbs for me.  She did this with every filé she passed on to me, kind of standing slightly behind my left shoulder, her face very close to my ear. I could feel her body slightly touching mine more and more. Once the tonkatsu was ready for frying, she walked to the other side of the kitchen as though nothing happened. Or it could have had something to do with the fact that her husband came in. *smile* During dinner, Akiko sat beside me. I could feel her thoughts radiating right through me, yet there seemed to be a constant physical gap between us. I know that she was concerned about her family becoming suspicious, but the gap between us was perhaps wider than if we were just friends. I was hoping that the evident physical refraining, in addition to the usual glimpses of admiration we unconsciously tossed back and forth, wouldn't cause heavy suspicion for her family. Perhaps I was just paranoid.

Night came and all children went to bed. Akiko served us one glass after another of red wine in front of the open fire in her den. Any nervousness I had became numb. I felt so warm and cozy beside her. We were getting to know each other better by talking, but I know that our anticipation was about to overflow. We looked at one another and it was obvious that the time had come for something more than talking, but to get to know each other on a much deeper level. It was time to explore.

We both showered separately first -- you know women, they are so self-conscious about cleanliness. They think they smell even if they don't. Akiko told me where to go after showering, and that's she'd join me as soon as possible. I was well aware of what was going on around me, regardless of the wine I drank. I was so at ease. She looked at me with the most incredible smile I'd ever seen on a Japanese woman's face. We both giggled like little western girls on Christmas. She even told me so "Mia-chan, aishiteru yo!" or "I love you, Mia!"  I take it very seriously when a Japanese person uses those words, because they don't just habitually toss it up in the air as Americans commonly do.

The next morning we ate "soba" (cold noodles) with sliced Japanese omelet, cucumber, ham and a dab of "karashi" (mustard). We drank "ocha" (green tea) and tried to talk without smiling so much in front of other family members. I hated to go, but I was due back at Dana's home. I gave Akiko a quick kiss when departing, but my thoughts never left her.  In fact, in the evening of the next day I would meet her again, but only for a few hours.

When I came back to Akiko's home for what was supposed to be a couple of hours, it turned into a whole night!

Time flew by during all the pleasures we shared. The next place I found myself was at the train station saying goodbye to Dana as well as precious Akiko. I could see that Akiko was holding in so much, wishing to tell me everything she felt at that moment, but it wasn't possible. I hugged them both before boarding the train. Akiko, knowing it would be a while until we could meet again, whispered "aishiteru" while giving me an additional grasp, as though she didn't want to let go…. and neither did I. :)

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