Chapter 2 – Lonely no More

I’m not sure at exactly at what point it was that Kumiko changed from a house guest into a friend. Maybe it was because she was the first person that I had felt really comfortable with. She was really easy to talk to and never seemed offended by my lack of social skills. She instantly forgave me of all my indiscretions and it got to the point that I could spend an entire night with her without my body embarrassing me too much.

After Kumiko came into my life, if felt as if color had suddenly been added to my world of grey. I woke up every morning, eager to face the day because I knew that my night time separation from her was over. I was a little reluctant to go to work, and a little resentful as well, but as I said good-bye to Kumiko, I realized that the sooner my work day was done, the sooner I could come back home to be with her. That first morning, after she arrived, I almost called in sick, just so that I could be with her longer, but something in her expression convinced me that we would have all the time in the world. The last thing I saw as I closed the front door behind me was Kumiko dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono, her right hand was held up in a un-Japanese-like wave, and her face had a small demure smile. When I came home that day, she was exactly in the same spot, her right hand was held up in a greeting, but her smile seemed broader somehow.

We spent every evening together. Sometimes we would just sit amicably and watch TV, or I would go and rent a movie and we would watch that. Other times, we would just sit on the couch together in companionable silence.

One night, about a week after Kumiko came into my life, she somehow got me to talk about myself. This was something I had never done, not to anyone.

“My parents never loved me,” I said, out of the blue. Kumiko looked surprised at that, and I think my face must have shown my surprise too. Where had that come from?

Kumiko’s head was tilted to one side and she was looking at me with an inquisitive expression.

I sighed. I guess I was going to have to explain that comment. “My parents never wanted me in the first place.”

Her expression was a little scandalous. I then remembered that with Kumiko’s Japanese background, parents were revered and respected above all else. “How do I know? I know because my parents told me. Not only that, it was in their actions. When I was little, they would often take trips together and leave me with a nanny. As I was growing up, their professional and personal trips kept getting longer and longer. I never got to play catch with my father, and my mother never comforted me when I was scared. I got used to it though. I probably could have forgiven them if they hadn’t gotten rid of my nanny. I cried…oh how I cried. All they said was that my nanny was an illegal alien and that she had been deported back to where she had come from. When I angrily threw a tantrum, my father spanked me with his belt and my mother starved me for two days. Looking back, I realize now that they probably had no idea that my nanny was here illegally. It probably shocked their posh sensitivities to find out that they had been unwittingly supporting something illegal. I think they reported her themselves. I just wish that I was old enough to remember more of her. I wish I remembered her name.”

I opened eyes that I hadn’t realized I had closed. Somehow, my head was in Kumiko’s lap and her hand was gently resting on my head. “After that, they never got me a long term nanny again. Instead, they relied on babysitters to come and watch me whenever they went away. That also meant that they couldn’t take longer trips, and they never hesitated to show their resentment to me. When I graduated from high school, they chose an out of town university for me. They told that they could now finally live the way they wanted to. They told me that I was accidentally conceived and that my mother didn’t even know she was pregnant until other people realized that she was pregnant and an abortion at that time would have scandalized her friends.”

I cried then, as the words I was saying sparked memories that I thought I had long buried away. I remembered my tenth birthday. The first and only attempt my parents had ever made to host a birthday party for me. I had no friends and my parents had to bribe several of the neighborhood kids and many of my classmates with expensive party favors. There were clowns, tons of balloons, and even a couple of those big blow up structures where kids can jump up and down in. Everyone had a good time. All the kids received wonderful toys and had a blast either swimming in our pool or popping balloons. My parents socialized with the parents of the kids. The party came to a crashing halt when someone pointed out that they couldn’t find me. That sparked an instant hunt that ended when my parents found me locked in my room with my comic books. They wouldn’t listen to me, no matter how hard I tried to explain. They just didn’t understand. It wasn’t my party anymore! It was theirs! I didn’t know any of the kids that came that day and I had felt even lonelier than I have ever had. My parents ‘punished’ me by telling me that they would never throw me another party. I almost laughed in their faces because that was just fine with me.

My crying left me emotionally drained and before I knew it, I was asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to find that I was sleeping under the covers with no memory of slipping under them. I looked to my right and saw Kumiko lying on her side facing me. Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful. I carefully slipped out of her bed so that I wouldn’t disturb her. I was relieved to find that all my clothes were still on. Whew! I didn’t want Kumiko to think that I was trying to take advantage of her kindness!

I quietly left the room and padded over to my current bedroom and flopped into my bed. Though my room was smaller than the master bedroom, it felt much emptier. I realized that I missed Kumiko’s presence and the small bed I lay on felt cold and barren. I forced myself to relax and tried to sleep. I knew that the sooner I fell asleep, the sooner the morning would come and I could once again see Kumiko’s smiling face.

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One month after Kumiko came into my life, I decided to celebrate. I had just finished off a large project at work and my manager had given me several days off as a reward. The month had been a busy one, both at work and at home. However, seeing Kumiko wave bye to me every morning, and seeing her smiling face greet me every night made it all bearable and worthwhile. I had bought a large bottle of champagne and a dozen red roses. I had even bought a diamond encrusted necklace that I was going to surprise Kumiko with later.

Kumiko’s smile was even brighter than usual when she saw the roses but it was nothing compared to the look on her face when I presented her with the necklace. We were in the living room, enjoying the roaring fireplace and the bottle of champagne when I got up, moved around behind Kumiko and clipped the necklace around her neck. I had to brush her hair to the side and my fingers received the usual electrical jolt I felt every time I touched her skin.

Maybe it was the romantic moment. Maybe I was feeling brave from the champagne. Whatever it was, I tilted her head up and I leaned down and kissed her on her lips. The kiss was warm, soft and passionate. When I finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. I looked into her eyes and we shared an intense gaze. She knew what I wanted. What I needed. No words were necessary as I picked her up and took her upstairs to the master bedroom.

I laid her on the bed and then I removed the formal dinner clothes I had worn for tonight. I suddenly felt rather shy, disrobing in front of Kumiko but she made no comment when I left my briefs on. I slipped under the covers and pulled it over Kumiko. Once under the covers though, I was brave enough to take off my briefs. She was still wearing her black silky dress and with shaking hands, I proceeded to remove it. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, as if she were expecting something. I leaned in and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was hungrier and even more intense. I had dreamt about this moment for so long and I really wanted to savor it. However, my body seemed to have other ideas.

Kumiko’s dress melted away from my groping hands and I reveled at the rich soft skin that had been hiding underneath. Her breasts were soft yet firm and they retained their shape as my hands cupped them. Her hard nipples dug little points into the palms of my hands.

My hands traveled downward, towards her panties. They were the same pearly white panties that I had been unable to remove that first night. Emboldened by the champagne and pushed by my rising lust, I pulled the panties off and my right hand reached up greedily to the junction between her legs.

I paused. Something was not right. What was wrong? The moment was perfect, but something was wrong. The website where I had purchased Kumiko had bragged that this was one of her most realistic features. As per my order, everything should have been preinstalled…

Then it hit me. I rolled over to my night table and retrieved a small tube of lubricant. I squeezed out a large pool and then rolled back under the covers. I cursed my own impatience and feared that the magical moment had passed. However, as my lubricant covered fingers entered her, Kumiko’s eyes suddenly opened and I knew the magic was back. Her eyes closed again when I withdrew my fingers but I knew that they would open again when her body welcomed me.

I rolled on top of her and her legs spread out to accommodate me. I tried to line myself up the way they did in porn movies, but it was harder than it looked. Eventually, I found the spot and as my erection made contact with her, her eyes sprung open once more. They invited me to push in, and I did. The sensation was almost too much for me. I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again until my thighs made contact with hers. She was looking at me with an expression of welcoming approval that encouraged me to keep going. I pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in. That felt just as good as the first time so I did it again and again and again. Her body rocked in time with my thrusts and never missed a beat, even when I started to push in and pull out faster and faster. I felt a tidal wave building inside of me and my thrusts became more frantic. Like a tsunami reaching critical mass, I reached my peak. With the fury of giant waves crashing over soft sandy beaches, I released myself into her.

Through it all, her eyes never left mine, but I had to finally break eye contact as I collapsed panting and exhausted on top of her. Her body supported my weight without any problems.

I rolled off her and whispered into her ear, “I love you Kumiko.”

I was right. The moment had been utterly magical. Kumiko’s eyes were closed and I closed mine as well and fell into a peaceful sleep. Sometime during the night, I woke up, and the magic started again. Kumiko was ready this time, and the magic was even grander than the first time. I did not feel lonely at all. Not even once.