The Manga Girl

by Lorenzo Marks

  Bringing Nick back to the present, Sid said, “When they got back from the dance floor, Lucy asked where you were. I told her you were in the men’s room. When it became clear that you’d gone, Lucy’s whole demeanor shifted.”

  “Like how?” Nick asked. Even though she had told him she hadn’t gone with Jason, Nick was keen to know how she had behaved in front of the others.

  “Well, she was pretty drunk - we all were - and Jason was trying to move in for the kill. In all fairness, he must have thought he was in with a good chance because up until then, she had seemed pretty interested. But once you were out of the frame, she started making fun of his advances.”

  That would make sense, Nick thought. If I wasn’t there to witness it, what would have been the point?

  “She was witty about it too,” Sid continued. “And the more she rejected him, the harder Jason tried. He kept coming out with really cheesy lines and Lucy just ripped him apart.”

  Nick grinned as he pictured the scene. In hindsight he realized, walking out was the best thing he could have done.

  “In the end, he started getting mad at her,” Sid said.

  “Lucy can do that to you,” said Nick.

  “So then he started trying to insult her back, and then everyone else came to her defense. Finally, Summer told him to fuck off, and so he did. I’ll tell you what, buddy, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, that girl’s special. You don’t want to lose her.”

  Right on cue, like a heavenly apparition, Lucy strode gracefully across the golden-green lawn towards them. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and a pink summer dress, through which Nick could see the backlit outline of her body.

  “Hey, Sid,” she said, and then looked up at Nick, one hand on her hat. “Are you ready?”

  “You’ll cover it with Bob?” Nick asked Sid, climbing down the ladder.

  “I got it,” Sid replied. “Have a good afternoon, guys.”

  Lucy blew Sid a kiss, took Nick’s hand, and they crossed the lawn and went through the front gate. When Nick started to cross the road, Lucy said, “Where are you going? The station is that way.”

  “We’re not taking the bus. This is your ride.”

  Parked opposite, was a gleaming, canyon red, Mustang GT convertible.

  “This is yours?” Lucy asked, open-mouthed.

  “The other love of my life. Hope you’re not the jealous type.”

  “She’s beautiful.”

  Nick opened the door and they climbed in.

  “Comfortable,” Lucy said, running her hands over the leather seats. “How old is she?”

  “’Eighty-six model.”

  “Older than me.”

  “Much older. She’s in good shape, but she sometimes needs a spell in the repair shop.”

  Nick turned the ignition key.

  “Listen to that. Original engine.”

  “Sexy.”

  “Where to, ma’am?”

  “Porter Square. You’re going to meet some of my family.”

  “Oh.”

  “Don’t worry. They’re nice people.”

  “Will it be a problem, me not being Japanese?”

  “No. Besides, I choose who I want to date,” Lucy said.

  “Right.”

  Nick pulled out and when they reached the red light, he glanced over at Lucy, whose nipples were pointing against the fabric of her dress.

  “Are you wearing anything underneath that?” he asked.

  “A g-string.”

  “You are a naughty girl.”

  “And we know what happens to naughty girls, don’t we?” she said, putting her hand on Nick’s crotch and giving it a little squeeze.

  They took the turnpike and then turned onto Massachusetts Avenue and headed south into Cambridge and then to Porter Square. Lucy directed Nick to the rear parking lot, where they were lucky to find a space, and they went into the Porter Exchange Mall. There were plenty of people about, and as usual, Lucy’s flimsy attire was attracting a lot of attention.

  She led him through the mall to the food court.

  “Been here before?” Lucy asked.

  Nick shook his head.

  “Welcome to ‘Japantown’.”

  She headed for a corner which was comprised almost entirely of Japanese restaurants, bakeries and grocery stores.

  “How do you say hello in Japanese?” Nick asked.

  “Konnichi wa,” said Lucy, smiling.

  They went into an impossibly small restaurant called the Sakura, which was practically full. Lucy went up to the counter and stopped in front of a harassed-looking Japanese lady who looked up and cried, “Natsumi!” and the next thing she was around the counter, hugging Lucy tightly.

  Lucy introduced Nick to the woman, who turned out to be her Aunt Akiko, and then to the rest of the staff who were all relatives, and all women.

  Nick said, “Konnichi wa,” several times, which everyone found funny, until Lucy informed him that everyone here spoke English, and then guided him to the only free table.

  “I’m going out back for a few minutes,” she said. “I hope you’re hungry.”

  “Famished.”

  “You’d better like Japanese food then.”

  “I like eating you, and you’re Japanese.”

  Lucy pinched Nick’s nose and then disappeared into the kitchen.

  Almost immediately, a cold bottle of Kirin beer was brought to the table. Evidently Lucy had ordered for them both, and by the time she returned, the table was covered with dishes of soba with sliced duck breast, tempura, sushi, miso soup, katsudon, teriyaki, curry bread, stir-fried vegetables, salmon caviar and steamed rice.

  “Why aren’t you eating?” Lucy asked, dropping into her seat.

  “I was waiting for you.” Nick gestured to the array of Japanese cuisine. “I’m not sure if I was that hungry.”

  “I wanted you to try a lot of different stuff,” Lucy said as she deftly picked up a strip of chicken with her chopsticks.

  They ate mostly in silence - mainly because of the volume of food they had to put away. Periodically, various aunts or cousins would come over and chat with Lucy. After a while, Nick took a break from eating and drank his beer. He looked around at the compact restaurant which remained constantly full, and then at Lucy who was devouring her food with gusto. Despite the quantity of food she was consuming, she executed it with typical oriental grace. Even eating was a sensual experience with her, he thought.

  “What do you think?” Lucy asked, and then suggestively sucked a string of noodles between her lips.

  “Great. I’m stuffed.”

  Lucy wasn’t done though, and they finished up with melonpan bread and green tea.

  “Do you want anything else?” she asked when their plates were cleared.

  “Yes. I want to explode.”

  “We’ll go for a walk,” she said. “Burn it off.”

  Nick wondered how in the hell he was going to get up, never mind walk.

  They went and said goodbye to Aunt Akiko, who steadfastly refused Nick’s offer to pay, and then Lucy took him into a Japanese book store which was run by Lucy’s cousin, an elegantly beautiful girl called Chieko. The two girls chatted awhile in Japanese and Lucy ordered an art book she needed for college.

  They left the mall, and when they passed the train station, Lucy paused under a tall steel pole, atop of which were perched what looked like three red aluminum kites.

  “It was built by Susumi Shingu and it’s called Gift of the Wind,” she said. “I wrote a paper on it for college.”

  “I don’t get it,” said Nick, gazing up at the peculiar modern sculpture.

  “When it’s windy, it flies,” Lucy said, and as she spoke, the wind did indeed pick up and the metallic kites began to tumble and twirl above them. Another gust swept across the station forecourt, lifting Lucy’s dress and exposing the red g-string nestling between the cheeks of her ass. A hobo sitting on a nearby bench whooped his approval and Lucy giggled and took
Nick’s hand.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  They walked together down Massachusetts Avenue, past Radio Shack, Hollywood Express, Zing’s Pizza, Stellabella Toys, Burlington Coat Factory, endless stores, restaurants, gyms and banks, with Lucy turning heads all the way to Cambridge Common. As they entered the park, Lucy said, “I’m glad you met my family. I think they liked you.”

  With a sudden wave of euphoria, Nick realized that this was finally real, and any niggling doubts finally evaporated - this crazy Asian bombshell really was his girlfriend.

  Lucy sat astride one of the abandoned British cannons inside the park and demanded Nick take some pictures with his cell phone. While he was snapping away, Lucy’s own cell rang and she swung off the cannon and began talking in Japanese. As she spoke, she walked towards a line of trees and Nick followed, detecting a note of anger in her voice.

  When they reached the trees, Lucy hung up and Nick asked, “Everything okay?”

  Lucy looked at him testily, her bottom lip out.

  Uh-oh, thought Nick.

  “That was my dad,” Lucy said.

  “Problem?”

  “He wants to know why I’m living with a Caucasian guy.”

  “He doesn’t approve?”

  “I told you he was old-fashioned.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “I told him to mind his own fucking business,” Lucy frowned and looked around. “I need to pee.”

  She disappeared around the back of a small utility building. Nick leaned against a tree and waited. As it was a Monday, the park was not overly crowded, mostly moms with toddlers and a few young couples. A few minutes passed, and Nick said, “Lucy?”

  There was no answer, and Nick called her name again.

  Finally, Lucy said, “Come around here.”

  Nick went around to the back of the building and found himself in a small clearing hidden by bushes, which was just as well - Lucy had taken off her dress and was standing there in just her g-string and sandals.

  “Lucy! What the hell are you doing?” Nick whispered.

  Lucy didn’t respond, just looked at him with that now-familiar expression.

  Oh boy.

  Still looking into Nick’s eyes, Lucy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her g-string and slowly pulled it down over her thighs and then stepped out of it. Nick gazed at her bald, pouting mound, her flat belly, and her pear-shaped breasts and got an instant erection. He went to her and placed his hands on her breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently over her chocolate nipples, teasing them to attention.

  He ran his hands over her back and then down to her ass and he squeezed her soft cheeks. Lucy had Nick’s zipper down and his rigid cock popped out of his pants. She gripped it and began milking his shaft. Placing the tip of his penis against her tight slit, she put her arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his cock still rubbing against her pussy, Nick walked them to the building and pressed her up against the wall. He reached down and found his cock and edged it inside her, feeling her hot petals parting, and then he put both hands on her waist and eased her down onto himself.

  They kissed, open mouthed, Lucy gripping him tightly with her thighs, and locking her ankles, and they began to work up a rhythm. Nick could hear people talking and laughing in the park, and the sounds of distant traffic and birdsong - everyday life going on around them while they fucked with abandon in the open air.

  Lucy’s tongue thrashed around inside Nick’s mouth, her breath warm, their saliva mingling. She squeezed her vaginal passage around Nick’s pumping cock, her back sliding up and down against the wall. She came quickly, shaking and groaning into Nick’s throat, her legs clenched tight around him, her hands grasping his hair. Then Nick came too, a powerful spurt deep inside her. Lucy threw her head back, banging it against the brickwork, and Nick shot inside her again, unable to restrain a deep moan.

  They heard footsteps on the other side of the building and they remained coupled together, breathing hard. The footsteps stopped and they waited. Lucy began rocking gently on Nick’s cock again and he said “Ssh,” quietly into her ear.

  Lucy’s started laughing and increased her grinding action, incredibly stimulating Nick to another full erection. She began rotating her hips, seeking the best position for her own pleasure, and finding it, climaxed again with a shrill gasp.

  A voice from the other side of the building said, “Is everything okay in there?”

  Nick’s heart leaped and he tried to pull away, but Lucy still had him in a vice-like grip. He looked at her pleadingly, but she smiled at him and then called out, “Yes, thanks. Never felt better.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lucy started sleeping in Nick’s bedroom, using her own for storage and painting. One evening, Nick came into her room and watched as she worked on one of her manga girls.

  “How’s it going?” Lucy asked without looking up. This was a very different Lucy. When she was focused on her art, nothing else seemed to matter. Nick cupped his hands over her breasts and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. He rested his chin on the crown of her head as he watched her paint. Her hair smelled of coconut.

  “Taking a break,” he replied. “I want to show you something.”

  Her concentration broken, Lucy looked up at him with just a trace of annoyance.

  “Okay,” she sighed. “I guess I could use a break too.”

  Nick led her downstairs and out into the backyard. It was a warm evening and the setting sun lit up Lucy’s face. Nick opened the door to his basement workshop and Lucy followed him inside. Against the near wall, Nick had set up a desk, drawers and shelves.

  “It doesn’t make sense to be closeted in your room when there’s plenty of space down here,” he said.

  Lucy looked at her new workspace and then at Nick’s bench on the far side.

  “It’s like a dungeon,” she said. Her gaze fell upon the shelves of Nick’s carvings and she walked slowly along, examining and touching.

  “They’re beautiful,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me you were an artist?”

  “I’m not. I’m a carpenter.”

  Lucy shook her head. “No, this is art.”

  She turned around and walked over to the ‘tetra frame’, which had now grown almost to the ceiling. Putting her hands on one of the struts she looked up at the crisscrossing wooden beams and asked, “What is it?”

  “I don’t know,” Nick said sheepishly. “I started by putting lengths of wood together and let it take me where it wanted. It’s kind of going by itself now.”

  “Is it alive?” Lucy asked, and then to Nick’s amazement, she bent down and somehow managed to contort her body inside the frame. She looked out at him through the struts as if she was trapped.

  “It’s got me,” she whimpered.

  Nick laughed and helped her wriggle back out. Lucy walked across to Nick’s workbench and examined his current work-in-progress. He had refined the shape of the nude woman and it was almost done.

  “Is this me?” Lucy ran her fingertips over the carving, tracing its fluid curves.

  “I guess it is.”

  “Her ass is wider than mine,” she said.

  “I’m working on that.”

  Lucy approached Nick and draped her arms over his shoulders. She looked up at him and said, “So you want to move me into your dungeon?”

  “I think it would be nice, yes.”

  “Okay, on one condition.”

  “Which is?”

  “There are some things I want you to make for me.”

  ***

  Nick was on the can when he heard the front door slam and then Lucy pounding up the stairs. She tried the door handle and then shouted, “Open up!”

  “Just give me a second,” Nick said, flushing the toilet.

  “Now!” Lucy cried. “I have to go.”

  “Okay, okay,” Nick pulled up his pants and opened the door.

  “It’s too la
te,” Lucy said petulantly.

  Nick looked at her. She was dressed in a short plaid skirt and a cream blouse and her piss was running down the insides of her thighs and onto her tennis shoes. She raised her eyebrows and poked out her tongue.

  “Alright,” Nick said. He reached over and raised her skirt. She was wearing frilly violet briefs. Nick took the waistband with his free hand and pulled them down. When they reached her feet, Lucy obediently stepped out of them. Nick held up the soaked garment and then balled it in his fist.

  “Now you open up,” he said.

  Lucy kept her lips closed and stared at him defiantly. Nick grabbed her nose and pinched her nostrils together. She started to go a little red in the face but didn’t pull away. After a few seconds, Lucy opened her mouth with a gasp and Nick stuffed the damp underwear in. She made a muffled protest and snorted heavily through her nose but she didn’t attempt to spit them out.

  “Downstairs,” Nick commanded, and he led her down into the basement. As Lucy had requested, Nick had been busy. It hadn’t taken him very long to fit out the room. In the center was a narrow bench with leather straps attached to the legs. Nearby was a small wooden cage, and above, metal chains with cuffs hung from the central beam. It was rudimentary, but Lucy had her dungeon, and judging from the glint in her eye, she was impressed.

  “Strip,” said Nick.

  Lucy looked at him sullenly, and then, her cheeks still bulging, began to undress. Nick watched as she unbuttoned the blouse and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a violet bra which matched the panties in her mouth. She reached around and unhooked the strap and then took it off. Finally, she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it and stood before him, naked expect for her shoes and socks.

  Nick guided her over to the bench and laid Lucy onto her stomach, spreading her arms and legs down the stanchions. He knelt down and secured the straps around her ankles and wrists and then he stepped back to enjoy the view. He had calculated Lucy’s size perfectly. She was bent forward, ass in the air, breasts dangling either side of the thin bench, her chin resting in an indentation at the front. Any movement other than her fingers and toes was impossible. Lucy made an unintelligible sound through her wet gag and tried unsuccessfully to turn her head.