by Pepper Pace
He looked at me warily. “You ain’t mad?” I offered him a hand up and he took it.
“Not about things that happened when we were sixteen. But the fact that you’re still doing it…that’s different. Look, it wasn’t easy for me fitting in. I didn’t look like anybody else-”
“And that’s why everybody liked you!”
“And everybody liked you, too. I can’t believe you actually begrudged me a little popularity.” I narrowed my eyes. “So which girl did you have a crush on that didn’t give you the time of day because she wanted me?” Dean’s mouth opened then closed.
“Amy.” My eyes bugged. “Amy? That skinny white girl that dumped me for Pooh?” I bent over and roared in laughter. “All those fine sistas in school and you had it for Amy?” Tears streamed down my cheeks. Dean stalked away angrily. I turned back to the apartment. Nikki was standing there looking sad. My laughter stopped instantly and I sobered. Her feelings were hurt by what Dean had said.
“I was just a pawn?” I took her arm and led her back into the apartment, practically slamming the door shut after us.
She crossed her arms in front of her and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “It pisses me off that in trying to hurt me he hurt you. I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle of this.” I stared at her. “Do you want me to kick his ass?”
She blinked at me. “I think you already did that.” Then she smiled. “So you put that lump on his forehead?”
I looked at her sheepishly. “Yeah.”
Nikki snickered and walked towards me slowly. She put her arms around me and kissed me. “So I’m with you now, huh?”
I kissed her back.
“As longs as you understand that I’m not in this for the short term. Nikki, I’ve been attracted to you since the day you walked into the office. That’s a long time to want someone.”
She gave me a surprised look. “I didn’t know…”
“How do you feel about having a Japanese boyfriend?” She raised an unsure eyebrow and I felt my heart sink.
“The Japanese part doesn’t concern me…but I’ve never dated someone so much…uhm, smaller than me-”
I lifted her and swung her effortlessly into my arms. She whooped and clutched me tightly as if she was surprised that I could lift her so effortlessly.
“Tony!!”
“Nikki, trust me.” I carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut.
NIKKI
Dean is an asshole and a child. But I’m happy that it turned out that way because now I can focus on my attraction for Tony and recognize it for what it is. I want him. I want him as my friend, I want him as my man and most of all I want him as my lover.
He carried me into the bedroom as if I weighed nothing. I stared into his chocolate eyes searching for…I don’t know. But what I saw was desire for me and it sent my heart racing.
He laid me on my bed and I didn’t budge as he began to slowly undress. My brain was going, ‘Oh my god,’ and my breath was tight in my chest when I saw the cut of his muscles. I knew that he was fit and toned but having never seen him out of his shirt I was blown away by his six pack. He looked amazing!
When he slipped off his pants, I didn’t know what to focus on more; the bulge in his boxer briefs or the smoky look that he held in his narrowed eyes. I decided on his thick cock because I can look into his eyes any day, but I wanted his cock. Mmm, my mouth was watering because I am so oral. I reached out and Tony put
his hand over mine and guided it to him. He wrapped my fingers around his thickness and I was lost.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“Your cock in my mouth.” Then I covered my mouth with my free hand, shocked at my words. Tony just looked at me seriously.
“Good girl. Because I want your pussy in mine.” Then he grinned and it was so sexy. It was as if he was saying, ‘See, I knew we would be in synch.’
He climbed onto the bed and finished undressing me, not allowing me to help. When I was down to my hot pink boy shorts he watched me. My skin tingled everywhere that his eyes looked. My nipples tightened, my stomach quivered and then he gently pushed my thighs apart, as if he had every right to feast between them.
His fingers drew down my panties and when they were lying on the floor his eyes stared down at my slit. He was so quiet but I could see something like awe in his look and I knew it was an expression that he wasn’t aware that he wore. Then I knew that I had been a fool to overlook this man.
He lowered his mouth to my mound and kissed my nether lips. My body began to tremble and he hadn’t really done anything. I just knew that I needed that touch. No, not just the touch; I needed someone to want me in the way that he apparently did. His tongue came out and I felt him trace my opening. While I like having a man eat me, it’s not the thing that I consider a ‘must’ have. But in that moment the sensation of his tongue on my pussy nearly made me explode and it had just been two seconds!
His fingers spread me and then his tongue was probing back and forth and all around. I heard myself making noises that I’d never heard myself making before. His tongue nudged and teased my clit and then when I thought I’d go crazy he jackhammered his tongue right on my clit! My back arched and I sucked in a sharp breath. Immediately he began lapping and sucking, alternating between gentle and rough in such a way that it took my breath away!
His strong hands held me in place but when my body started to quiver I sat up breathlessly, not wanting it to end as quickly as it was about to. “My turn.” He looked up with bleary eyes and expression that was like, ‘Oh sorry I forgot you were still there’. It was so cute that I giggled. I don’t giggle, but this time I did. Oh, yeah…my turn.
I pushed him over until he was on his back and he scooted up in bed and held a slight smile on his face as he looked down the length of his body at me. I was just dazed by the sight of his dick as it stood straining straight in the air. The only dicks I’m familiar with are the ones attached to black men. I guess I thought an Asian dick would be short and pink. On the contrary, Tony’s dick was fat and brown and I almost spoke what I was thinking, ‘You have a black man’s dick!’ Even though my mouth watered for it, I took a moment to appraise his body. His torso was completely hairless, so the thatch of black hair that sprouted between his thighs was a shocking contrast. I reached out finally and stroked his rock hard shaft. His eyes twinkled and he looked as pleased as if I’d just given him a blow job.
The color of his scrotum was darker than the rest of him. Damn, I couldn’t wait to put that thing in my mouth. First I kissed up and down his length, teasing his balls with my tongue. His dick lurched at my touch and Tony groaned audibly. Good, he was a moaner. I loved moaners.
I gently pulled one and than the other testicle into my mouth and Tony gasped and dropped his head onto the bed, eyes rolled up into the top of his head. I love a dick in my mouth and especially when the owner loves being sucked. I teased his head and massaged his shaft before finally lowering my mouth over him and deep throating him.
“Nikki!” He yelled, moments before pumping in and out of my mouth frantically. I opened my throat and let him fuck my mouth until the sweet/salty taste of his precum flooded my senses and threatened to send me into my own oblivion.
“I’m going to cum...” He warned, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to spill himself into my mouth. With a last wail of pleasure, I felt his first creamy spurts shoot down my throat. I kept sucking wetly until he reached over and urged me over onto my back again. Quickly he moved between my thighs again.
“Come on baby...” He mumbled as he worked my pussy with his tongue, mouth and teeth. When I felt his finger slip inside of me, my body spasmed, and with a yell I climaxed roughly while he verbally and physically encouraged me.
“Tony...” I purred when I could finally speak.
“Hmmm?” He had gathered me into his arms and I was like liquid.
“How do you say happy in Japanese?”
“Ureshii.”
“Ureshii
.” I repeated.
He closed his arms around me and nodded in agreement. “Totemo ureshii yo.” He yawned. “I am so happy.” When I looked up at him, he had that sexy smile back on his lips and his eyes were closed in contentment.
PART II
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.
-Buddha
NIKKI
I have been dating Toi Yakamoto for two weeks now. Most people that see us together probably couldn’t conceive that we’re an item. I mean, look at me. I’m 5’10”, I weigh 2... I’m a size… I’m voluptuous, let’s put it that way.
I have a penchant for the extravagant. Yes, I like my weaves, my long ponytails and afro puffs and extensions. And God gave cleavage and I like to show it! I’m fine; I know it and I don’t have any problems saying it. People have called me Queen Latifah since I was a teenager.
Now Toi, or Tony to his friends, is 5’7’…5’8” stretching it. He’s transformed his genetically slight Asian body to a well toned, muscled one. The Japanese ends there. When he opens his mouth he sounds like a straight up brother!
He listens to R&B, grew up in the hood, dates black women, drives a Jag and knows how to give a mean massage. When he was growing up his nickname was T-baby of all things!
Appearance-wise, we couldn’t be more opposite. But where it counts T and I have lots in common---he could be my soul mate. But you want to know the jacked up thing about our relationship? T is afraid to introduce me to his Mama.
TONY
Nikki thinks I’m scared of my mom...which I guess she has to believe, the alternative being that I’m ashamed of her. Neither could be further from the truth. I have one reason for not wanting to introduce them to each other. I love them both.
My mother is not going to like Nikki and Nikki is not going to like that my mom doesn’t like her. Then they’ll want me to choose and I don’t want to be put in that situation. If you’re saying to yourself, you’re a grown man and your mama needs to stay out of your personal business, then you obviously are not Asian. Perhaps if you are Jewish you will get an idea of my plight—otherwise, just shut up.
Asian mothers cannot be disowned; they cannot mind their own business, for their child is their business…and they guilt. My mom is very important to me but she has never been close to changing me; but not for lack of trying. Truthfully, if I can get both of them wrapped around the idea of each other before they meet then it might not be Armageddon! Here it goes…
I go to my parent’s house for dinner every Sunday. It wasn’t any type of religious gathering, my parents are Buddhists, but Sunday is just the least busy day on anyone’s schedule. Every Sunday we have a traditional Japanese meal. Usually it is a nabe, which is a hot pot that mom sits on the table and you add meats, vegetables, or seafood. Like sukiyaiki- that’s a nabe dish.
This Sunday we also had Tonkatsu, deep fried pork cutlets over cabbage and tea cakes for dessert.
“Oa-dkei-teowshii-desu,” Mom said, giving me a kiss and squeezing my cheeks.
“Hi, Mom. Where’s dad?”
“He’s in the garden trying to salvage some tomatoes.”
“Dinner smells good.” I stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the couch was a chubby Asian woman with a broad smile. I gave mom a sideways glance and tried to hide my exasperation.
She was always springing a blind date on me! “Toi, this Sumi Sikora,” Sumi stood up demurely and offered her hand.
“Hajimemashite.”
“Konnichiwa.” I responded. “Eigo wo hanashi-masu-ra?” I had asked her in broken Japanese if she spoke English.
“Yes.”
“Good, my Japanese is very poor.”
Mom ushered me to sit down by Sumi. “Toi, please keep Sumi company while I finish dinner. I’ll bring you semkei and tea.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
I gave Sumi an uncomfortable look. “So…how do you know my mom?”
“I…don’t know your mom. I’ve never met her before today. My grandmother works at an Asian food market and your mother came through her aisle. She said you were looking for an Asian wife-”
“What!?” That was the last straw. I have to put a stop to this.
“Toi,” Sumi said hastily when I jumped up. “My grandmother does this kind of thing to me all the time. When I told her I didn’t want to come
she went on and on until…honestly, I’d rather sit here and be uncomfortable than listen to my grandmother’s mouth.” I relaxed. After a moment I sat down too.
“My mom does this to me all the time, too.”
“Toi, I have to be honest with you-”
“Please, call me Tony. Honest about what?”
“I hate Japanese food. I’m scared to death that your mother might serve eel, and I don’t want to offend her.” I laughed. I liked Sumi. My mom mysteriously stayed away and Sumi and I had a good conversation. But I still had a mission and nothing was keeping me from it.
“You know Sumi, you seem like a nice person but…I was coming today to tell my parents that I had met someone special.” Sumi gave me a speculative look.
“She must not be Asian.”
“No, she’s not.
“Then you’re very brave. Maybe it’s good that I am here so that your parents will be on their best behavior.” I smiled. Excellent.
At dinner my mom looked so pleased that we all were getting along comfortably. There was no eel on the table so Sumi oohed and aahed and seemed to show genuine appreciation for the dishes.
“Toi works at a big American Real-Estate office. He supervisor there…make big buck, have good benefits.” Mom said to Sumi.
“Mom,” my face turned red. “You sound like you’re trying to sell me to the highest bidder.”
“What?” she asked, feigning confusion. “You not big shot? You make decision, hire and fire-”
“No. I don’t hire and fire.”
Mom smiled at Sumi. “Gomen. My son is...how you say…modest. Have some Nabe.” Dad winked at me silently as I pressed my lips together. Well here it goes. I looked at Sumi who seemed to silently encourage me.
“So…” I began, “I saw a very funny movie just last week with Nikki. It had that actor that I like in it, mom-”
“Nikki?” She interrupted. “Who’s Nikki?”
“Nikki’s a girl I’ve been seeing for the last few weeks.”
“Nikki,” Mom said thoughtfully. “That Asian name?” Sumi looked down nervously. I swallowed.
“No. She not Asian.”
“Not even Korean?”
“No.”
“How about Hawaiian?”
“She’s not Asian at all…she’s not even white.” Mom looked relieved, but only for a moment.
“What mean ‘She not white?’ Not French I hope.”
“Nikki’s…black.” Mom and dad looked at me perplexed.
“What mean? Kuro?” They looked at each other in confusion.
“Not Kuro.” Which was the color black.
“Koko-jin.” This roughly translated to Negro. Mom gasped, dropping her chopsticks. Sumi stood up suddenly.
“I’m a lesbian. I know you probably don’t care because you don’t know me. But,” she glanced at me, “if Tony’s brave enough to tell his family he’s dating a black girl, then I’m going to tell my parents I’m gay.”
My father looked at me. “What’s…lesbian?”
“Okama,” I said. My mother fainted.
When I got to Nikki’s she was playing some old Jazz; Grover Washington, Jr., I think. She had stripped down to a sheer negligee panties and chemise. When I saw the dark brown of her areolas through the pink material it took all my resolve not to suck them through the cloth!
“Hi baby.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a sensuous kiss. Kicking the door shut, I returned the kiss, gripping her ample ass in the palms of my hands. She loved the fact that even though I was technically smaller than her,
I could carry her with ease and she wrapped her juicy legs around my waist.
I walked us into the living room, tonguing her mouth and throat. “T…” she groaned.
“Mmmm.” I sat us down in her oversized reclining chair with her knees straddling me.
Then I could release her ass and finally reach for her breasts. She pushed the chair back into the reclining position and began grinding her pelvis into mine. I was already rock hard. “Nikki…”
I groaned and pushed the strap of her top down over her shoulders until her beautiful brown breasts fell out of the sheer fabric. But she wouldn’t let me taste. She just pushed me back into the chair and reached between us to undo the zipper of my pants. Sensing how she wanted it, I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. She was so wet my fingertips came away damp! She shuddered and roughly gripped me and guided me into her hot pussy. Then, she proceeded to ride me like she was in a rodeo! It was rough and fast. And after we both climaxed I gripped her and allowed us to gently tumble to the carpeted floor.
