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By P (name anon'd)
I've talked about her before, when everyone was flaming me for having sex with more than one woman in the nearly four years I've been in-country. She was the one girl I had had sex with with whom I was not officially boyfriend/girlfriends at the time. I can't make up my mind whether or not I loved her, which means I didn't, I guess. Anyway, our relationship continued for a year and a half, up to the time I met the girl who became my wife, and could probably best be described as a "sex-friend" affair (a word I believe the Japanese coined, probably from someone's mis-pronunciation of "sex fiend"). I met her at the school I used to work at. She was the typical semi-intelligent Japanese OL stuck in a go nowhere life, who liked studying English and talking to foreigners. (You can flame me if you like but I'll stick to my guns.) Toby, my friend who looks like John Lennon and can tell you all about various kinds of drugs he did during the 60s, was there, too. Akiko and I went to buy beer, and talked about various things. There was some energy there. The first time was after karaoke (yay! we live in Japan!). I got drunk on purpose so she would have to drive me home. My plan worked like a well-cleaned Swiss watch, and she was soon in bed with me. Our sex was a new thing for me, because I didn't love her. It was kind of exciting (no shit).
Over the months, she had two affairs with two married men, and she used to call me late at night and talk about her problems with the men. I also had a lot of sadness over my girlfriend Yuko who went to study in America, and talked about that with her. So she was a good friend, and also taught me a lot of Japanese (or rather, rapid-fired a lot of Japanese at me late at night). My friend David used to laugh and say, "You don't care about her at all, how can you just fuck each other?" I always protested that I did like her a lot, even if I didn't love her, and that it was okay.
It got a little weird at the end. I went to her house one evening, and in addition to her mother opening the door while I was standing up bare-ass naked, Akiko rummaged around for a video of herself that she had shot with a guy she had gone out with before me. On the video, she was fucking this guy, and it all showed up really well onthe tape. Seeing this girl that I supposedly cared for doing that with another guy gave me the most confusing feeling, and after that I felt that she was just a thing to me, just someone to fuck, and I sort of lost interest. I then met Chiharu, my wife, and broke up with Akiko (which was a little odd since we were never officially dating). She got slightly phycho at the end, visiting me in the morning (once Chiharu came over to say hi at work, and Akiko was there, and it was a good thing that Chiharu trusted me that Akiko hadn't spent the night), dropping by with a box of cereal once, in tears (my friend remarked later that she must have been a "cereal killer"). But we broke up.
I married Chiharu. She married a Canadian friend who we both happened to know by accident. My baby was born three months ago. She is pregnant now. She's a nice girl, and I'm glad I knew her. Had many great memories.
From: ** ( ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.orientals,alt.sex.first-time,fj.rec.idol Subject: Her name was Akiko... Date: 7 Jul 1995 16:41:45 +0900
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