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Maki, (Mf, 1st, Tease, Mast)
by Ray1031
(C) June 28, 2001


*  WARNING  *  DISCLAIMER  *  ANNOUNCEMENT  *  STATEMENT

The following story contains explicit and frank sexual content.
If you are under 21 - Get the Hell out of here, now!!

If it is illegal to possess or read this material in your area of the 
world, and you do so anyway - Be it on your own head . . . you don't 
have my permission. 

If you are easily offended or it's against your beliefs to read this, 
DON'T!!! If you do, and you become offended anyway - Tuff!~! You 
were warned. Comments and critiques are always welcome, to
include pats on the back orcriticisms. The only emails I wish
not to receive are those telling me I will burn in Hell because I don't
share the sender's beliefs.

Personal Note/Preface:  I'm in late middle age, so I've been around for 
a while. I have always had sleeping problems and average about 3 hours 
of sleep a night. As I sit up nights, I have lately begun to type out 
past sexual experiences as a way to keep myself occupied and yet not 
disturb others in the house. I'm beginning with some of the more 
different ones first. Not that the sex is any different, but the 
situations have always struck me as being a bit different. I have about 
eight or ten done so far. All with the same preface. (I use it as my 
template). If any of you are seeing these, then I finally decided to 
post some of them.



Story Notes:  This little story is from 'way back' (I borrowed Mr. 
Peabody's Machine) I was 22, Military (Air Force) and had been for five 
years (second hitch). I had just returned to the States after almost 4 
years in the Pacific Theater. I was assigned to a station outside 
Sacramento. Due to my rank and a bed shortage I found myself on 
Quarters and Rations. I ended up in a Studio Apartment on the east side 
of the city.  
This story picks up two months after I moved in: Late January 1976 
(Pre-AIDS, the only real worries for a young, single, horny GI were 
Gonorrhea, Syphilis, an early herpes simplex, and blue balls) . . . 
(The first three weren't that prevalent.)


    Maki
   by: Ray1031


     I pulled my '74 Dodge Colt to the curb outside the apartment and 
parked in my usual spot. Setting the parking brake I exited and locked 
the doors. Walking around the front of the car, the wind picked up a 
swirl of snow and threw it in my face. "Damn!" I cursed softly, digging 
the gate key out of my pocket. "This is fucking California, fer 
Chrissake!!" It was an old-fashioned iron gate that used a skeleton 
key. It was 7:45AM, and 8-degrees out, and there was 8-9" of snow on 
the ground. The weathermen on the news said it was 'unusual' weather. 
Unusual? Hell - it was cold!! 

     I was just arriving home from working a midnight shift. I was a 
military cop, and last night I got stuck working the Main Gate after 
one of the younger airmen had cried about being cold. I was scheduled 
for patrol duties in a nice warm car, so I had not been dressed for an 
extended stint outside. I was pissed, I was still cold, even after a 
35-minute drive in my car (that car used to cook me out - good heater). 
I unlocked the gate and started across the small courtyard to the 
outside steel stairs  and landings leading to the upper floors. 

     The 'Apartments' were actually in an old three story house that 
had been converted to apartments a couple of years ago. The first floor 
held the manager's three bedroom place, and a small two bedroom. The 
second floor was two two-bedroom apartments and a large storage room 
that was bigger than my Studio. The third floor was three studios, a 
one bedroom and a small storeroom. I was on the third floor. My 
neighbors were: 1st floor: the Manager and his wife, and an always 
drunk couple with two kids (I think they were on welfare - I never saw 
either gone long enough to actually work). 2nd Floor, Both apartments 
were occupied by near retirement age couples - both husbands still 
worked. 3rd Floor: The one bedroom was occupied by a couple of women 
who never seemed to like me as long as I was there (whether it was 
because I was military or just male, I never learned - Vietnam was only 
two years gone, and the area had quite a few militant feminists). I 
consciously tried to never be uncivil or rude to any neighbors and 
always had a smile and ready "Hi!" for all. They were at the front of 
the building - the stairs were at the back. From the stairs, the first 
Studio was occupied by what I first thought of as an amazon (6'4" of 
female flesh. Great body, 'cute' if kind of plain face, and had to 
outweigh me by 15 pounds - with no fat.) named Cathy. I winced every 
time I passed her outside, as she had what I've always called the 'tall 
woman' disease: a permanent slouch to her stature. I've known some 
truly gorgeous women over the years who I personally thought looked 
like shit (sorry - but it's truth) because of a damned slouch to their 
posture. I was raised to believe and DO believe that posture is very 
important. But, Cathy is a whole other set of stories. . . 

     The 2nd apartment belonged to Maki, 4'8" to 9" tall. If she got on 
a scale soaking wet and turned more than 80-85lbs, I want to know whose 
thumb was on the scale. She was of mixed birth, her mother was and Army 
WAC who fell in love with and married a Chinese man she met in Taiwan. 
Maki was the result. Maki also killed her mother's career. In the early 
60's, women in the military didn't have the options that came later. On 
moving home, Maki's mother found herself ostracized and ultimately 
disowned by her family because of her husband and child. They fooled 
them all, though. Both parents worked - different shifts, and both 
earned over $100,000 annually.  They died in a freeway accident in 
1973. Maki survived, spent 18-months in hospitals and rehabilitation. 
She was 13 when they died. She was 16 and just finishing junior high 
school not even a high school  freshman yet, when I met her. At their 
deaths, her parents provided well for Maki. 

     She had multiple trust funds, including one that provided for all 
taxes and repairs to the 'family' home. There were very exacting wills 
for each of the parents. Everything had been covered, except one thing: 
the wills had failed to name a guardian for Maki. Under law, her Uncle - 
who despised her most of everyone in the family - was appointed 
executor of the wills and guardian of a 13-year- old comatose girl. She 
wasn't expected to live - she did. The wills WERE specific to the point 
that Uncle couldn't dispose of the house or other property and had no 
access to the trust funds without justifying it to the family accountant - 
who was paid automatically by another trust fund. However, Maki would 
not finally inherit until she was 21. As her guardian, her Uncle had 
present control over the property and, by the time Maki was 
released from her last therapy facility and returned home, she found 
her family home converted to apartments. She also found that any 
requests for funds from her trust funds had to first be approved by her 
Uncle before the accountant could release any funds - State Laws. 

     As a minor (back then) she could not directly petition the courts 
to change the situation either. As her guardian, her Uncle was 
providing for her care by a) allowing her to live in the smallest 
Studio Apartment - rent free. b) giving her a small monthly allowance 
to buy her food and clothing needs with. c) giving a power of attorney 
to the apartment manager for Maki's school and medical needs. During 
her stay in the hospital and then the therapy clinics (all paid out of 
trust funds and family insurance policies) Maki's Uncle went to the 
hospital three times. Once to meet and talk to the doctors before he 
'volunteered' to be Maki's guardian. Once to raise hell, after being 
informed she was going to live. The last time to drive her home, after 
her release, install her in her apartment and advise her that she was 
to deal with the Manager for any needs, wants or problems - under no 
circumstances was she to attempt direct contact. In the 14 months since 
that time, she had seen him once, when he came to talk to the building 
manager.

     From her Father, Maki received her thick, glossy black hair, only 
the slightest cant to her eyes, her height and a slightly more yellow-
brown skin tone. The rest of her features she got from her Mom. From 
the changeable hazel eyes, her eyebrows, button nose, full lips, cheek 
bones, and forehead to her jaw line were all American/European. I 
thought she was beautiful - not exotic - not sexy - not erotic. I 
simply always thought she was a lovely girl.

     As I approached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Maki on the second 
floor landing, coming down. She was dressed in her usual faded jeans 
and sneakers. Her heavy cloth coat coming to her knees. In her hand was 
the old flap-over briefcase she used to carry her school things. With 
her scarf around her neck and the stocking cap on her head, her height 
and thinness made her look like a 12 or thirteen year old. 

     "Good morning, Maki," I said as I passed. "Have a good day at 
school." As usual, she didn't answer. She hadn't said one word to me 
since I'd moved in last November. Though, after the second week, she 
had started grinning when I spoke to her, and now she always looked me 
in the eye and smiled when I said my usual 'Hi!'. She was heading to 
the city Bus Stop. With bus changes, she would spend an hour getting 
to school. Looking at my watch I called after her, "It's going to be 
a cold ten minutes until the bus arrives. Stay bundled up and use that 
old tree to break the wind. Ya' hear?" I received a real surprise this 
morning. Instead of simply continuing - as she normally did, Maki 
raised her free hand in a wave. She didn't turn around, but she did 
raise her arm as she went out the gate.

     I continued on to my apartment, the last studio on the right and 
let myself in. The next few hours were going to be rough. My unit 
worked a rotating shift. We worked three swings (evening), followed by 
three Midnights, then three Day shifts, before getting three days off. 
Between shifts you had a 24 hour break. I had just finished my last 
Midnight and tomorrow I was to report at 6:15AM for a shift that 
started at 7:00. If I slept now, I would get no sleep tonight. So, I 
was up until at least 7:30 - 8:00 tonight. I started the coffee pot, 
put on soup to warm and headed for a hot shower - I was still cold.

     An hour later, I was back out the door. Darla, a co-worker, and I 
had a standing appointment at 9:45 after the last Mid shift for two 
hours of one-on-one competition at the base gym. We never knew what we 
would be doing, but we always did something. One week, weights, another 
trampoline, maybe medicine or dodge ball one week, and the next 
racquetball. Her favorite was basketball. I stand 5'11+" (never did 
quite reach that magic 6' mark) and have 34 inch arms. I've never 
really been 'fast' but I'm quick. Darla stands 5'5", with slightly 
short arms, and she could run circles around me on a basketball court. 
Now, Racquetball was my turf. With my reach and attitude on the court I 
could have her running back and forth until she couldn't change 
directions fast enough. We both wanted warmer weather, for the pool, 
stables, outside track and tennis courts. Darla and I weren't romantic, 
and except for these rituals, we didn't hang out together. We were 
simply co-workers who enjoyed the sweaty activity as a way to pass the 
time. After the two hours and showers, we'd eat lunch at the dining 
hall and go our separate ways.
 
 I returned to the apartment about 2:30 and ran into Brewster, the 
Manager. He asked about the next month's rent. It was Wednesday, I told 
him payday was Friday and I would have a check in his hands on Monday. 
He was happy. We made small talk for a few minutes, then he needed to 
get his 'old bones' out of the cold. He couldn't have been over 40. I 
headed up the stairs and on the second floor landing I met Cathy, who 
was heading out.

     "Hello, Cathy," I greeted. "Brisk enough for you?"

     "Brisk? I call this cold. I bet it's not 30 degrees."

     "Radio said 27 as I drove in," I supplied. "Afternoon classes 
today?" She worked evenings and had a broken schedule of morning and 
afternoon classes as she part-timed her way through graduate school in 
art. She had a job in a local museum restoring and refurbishing old 
objects and furniture.

     "No, I've got some books to return to the library, then I'm taking 
in a movie before I go to work. They've got a new Donald Sutherland 
movie out. Like to come?" 

     "I'm tempted, but sorry. We'll have to do something later. I have 
an appointment at 4:30 to look at a motorcycle. I know it seems silly 
in this weather, but if it is as good as he says it is, the price is 
too good to pass up. If I buy it, I'll  park it at the Dormitory, on 
post, until the weather warms. How about if we look next week and see 
if there's any good movies out for next weekend?"

     "I think I'd like that," she said with a smile. It was at that 
moment that Brenda and Sue, from the one-bedroom, came down the stairs 
on their way to work. 

     Cathy said hello to them and I said "Good afternoon, Ladies." 

     They each said "Hello, Cathy," then just looked past me ignoring 
my greeting as they went down the stairs. I looked after them and shook 
my head for a moment before turning back to Cathy.

     "Well, you'd better get moving if you don't want to miss the 
coming attractions."

     "Yeah, I'm sorry they're always so rude to you."

     "Hey, don't apologize for them. After two months, I'm getting used 
to it. But just because they choose to be rude, doesn't mean I will. 
Besides," I said with a smile. "It's getting to the point that I say 
hello as much to aggravate them as to be polite. If only for the fact 
that it seems to do just that."

     Cathy laughed and said, "Well, it does seem to do that. Who knows, 
maybe one day they'll actually answer back."

     "I'm not holding my breath."

     "Be seeing you later, Ray."

     "G'bye. Hope you enjoy the picture."

     I made it through the day. It was 7:30 and I was finally pulling 
out the sofa bed. My uniforms were laid out for morning, the coffee pot 
was ready, my alarm was set, and I'd been up long enough. By 7:45 the 
bed was made and I was turning out the light. I'd bought the 
motorcycle.

    * * * * *

     My eyes were open. I was awake. What woke me up? A quick look at 
the clock showed it was a little after 10:00. A glance to the kitchen 
window showed only street lighting, so it was still night. I heard a 
sob from next door - Maki's room, but that wasn't completely unusual. 
I'd heard her crying late at night a few times since I moved in. 
Considering how Brewster had described her situation, I wasn't 
surprised. 

     Rolling out of bed, I continued to listen as I moved to the 
kitchen. Then I heard it, another sob next door, a sound of running 
water, and a repeated slapping noise, before a softly distorted voice 
said, ". . .Oh, help me." Followed by more wet slapping sounds. I 
picked up my pants and pulled them on. Stepping to my secretary desk I 
retrieved my keys, then headed out the door. As soon as my bare feet 
hit the cement floor of the landing, and the cold wind blew through my 
T-shirt, I wished I'd grabbed at least a shirt and my shoes . . . but 
it was too late now. I was already out.

     As I approached Maki's door I started getting that old 'hinkey' 
feeling. My arms started to feel lighter and kind of hollow, 
butterflies in the pit of my stomach and I began to automatically shift 
my weight to the balls of my feet bringing my balance point, my center 
of gravity, to a point centered over my feet and lower into my gut. I 
knew the feeling well. Nervousness, with a touch of fear. I got the 
same feeling when ever I had to respond to a fight at the Airman's Club 
or to someone's house for a domestic disturbance. It was preparation 
for entering an unknown possibly dangerous situation. With it always 
came the thoughts: "What am I walking into?" "What will I/we be faced 
with this time?" "Is this the one where I get my ass kicked . . . or 
end up maimed?" I never worried about death. If I ended up dead, I had 
no worries. It was the idea of permanent crippling or having to spend 
months with my mouth wired shut or in body braces, learning to function 
again. 

 I listened at the door for a moment before knocking and calling 
out Maki's name. The slapping and sobbing noises from inside changed 
neither pitch, nor tempo. Placing my hand on the knob and turning, I 
found it unlocked. The door opened to the length of the security chain, 
then stopped. As it opened smoke started coming out near the top, 
through the crack in the door. I could see the end of the sofa bed . . 
. it was on fire. Putting my shoulder to the door, I pushed. The wooden 
jamb splintered where the security chain was attached and the door 
swung open. 
 
     Here, I must pause for just a moment to explain part of my 
personality. Because of the way I and my brothers (no sisters) were 
raised, possibly a little from genetics as well, we don't panic. The 
tenser the situation becomes, the calmer we appear to be. Through 
training and a little experience, I developed the habit of taking a 
bare moment, as I entered any unknown situation, to scan the scene and 
identify dangers or threats, decide, in that instant just what I felt 
needed doing, and then move.
     
     A quick pause in the door, showed me a lot. Maki's apartment was 
indeed small. The back left corner of the room was tightly enclosed by 
a floor length curtain. A compact shower stall and toilet were just 
visible through a gap. The rest of the back wall was kitchen. A sink, 
small refrigerator, short counter, cabinets and drawers lined the 
entire wall, save for a small window above the sink. a few feet from 
the counter, against the right wall was a small stove. Hinged to the 
wall beside it was a small fold up table and single dining chair. The 
remainder of the right wall was taken by two wardrobes, a small dresser 
and a students desk. There was a threadbare oriental style rug covering 
most of the central floor, The left wall held the sofa-bed, still 
folded as a sofa, burning on the near end, a single end table, and a 
small armchair. There were two old space heaters in the room. One in 
the center of the floor near the kitchen and a second next to the sofa. 
As I took it in, the near one threw a couple of sparks.  'Probably what 
started the fire,' I thought. The front wall of the apartment was 
similar to mine, if shorter. Just the entry door and picture window. 
Maki was standing with her back to the door slapping at the flaming 
sofa with a wet blanket. Bits of burning and smoldering material were 
falling on the old rug and IT was starting to smolder. 

 Maki was dressed only in matching yellow bikini panties and 
matching Camisole T-shirt. Tense situation or not, I couldn't help 
noticing how her small ass cheeks were clenching under those tight 
panties as she swung that wet blanket. Thinking to myself, 'What are 
you doing, Ray?' I started to move. My first move was to stop Maki 
before she spread any more fire. Taking her arms I turned her around 
and said, "Maki, stop!" It was a moment before she actually realized 
I was there. I pointed out the smoldering carpet and sent her for 
water saying, "You pour water on all the burning and smoky spots, 
I'll handle the sofa." Looking at the sofa, I saw that though the 
flames were localized, it was smoking throughout, and the flames were 
starting to bubble the paint on the walls. I quickly walked to the 
center of the sofa, beyond the flames, grabbed the bottom edge and 
pulled the whole thing away from the wall. Stepping to the large 
picture window I jerked down the curtains. Taking hold of the cord to 
the sparking heater I jerked it from the wall, then went back to the 
center of the sofa. 

     Again taking hold of the base of the sofa, and then reaching 
across the cushions to the back, I straightened, picking the whole 
thing up. I was keeping my face and body as far from the flames as I 
could, but I was feeling heat on my fingertips, under the sofa. Four 
quick steps, and I forced the burning end of the sofa through the glass 
picture window, and with a little extra leverage was able to launch the 
thing across the narrow landing. It landed on top of the handrail and 
teetered there for a moment before finally tipping out and falling to 
the courtyard below. As it tipped up, I saw flames across the entire 
underside of the enclosed 'bed' mattress. When I turned back into the 
room, Maki was standing halfway between the sink and the smoldering 
carpet, holding a full saucepan of water a look of stunned surprise on 
her face.

     "Maki, the carpet," I said as I bent to take the offending heater 
by it's cord and sent it through the now broken window, and after the 
sofa. Maki was busy pouring water on the rug when I walked past her to 
the sink. A second large saucepan of water was in the bottom of the 
sink, apparently soaking. Taking it, I crossed to the wall where the 
paint had been turning brown and starting to bubble. Pouring the water 
over the area, it quickly cooled, becoming safe. What smoke had been in 
the room was  disappearing with both the door open and the window 
broken out. 

     "Maki." She looked up. "I need you to stay here. Watch everything.  
If it looks like it is smoking, pour water on it. I'm going down to 
take care of the Sofa." She nodded and started to look around. "Maki," 
she turned back to me again. "Take a moment, right now, and get 
dressed. Put your coat on too, it's going to get very cold in here, 
right quick." She looked down at herself and I saw a blush work it's 
way up her throat as she turned away and moved to the wardrobes. I 
headed for the door.

     Once outside, the cold hit me again. From the corner of my eye, 
there was movement. Turning, Cathy was standing in her doorway, wrapped 
in a robe. "It's okay now, Cathy. There was a little fire, but 
everything is safe now. You can go back to bed if you want."

     "Can I help, Ray."

     "No. Everything's done, it's all a matter of clean up now. Thanks 
for the offer, though." She smiled and went back inside, closing her 
door. I forgot about the glass and cut my feet twice getting to my 
apartment for shoes, shirt and Jacket. 'Smooth move, Exlax,' I thought 
at myself while rinsing my cuts and hurriedly putting on band aids. 

     Dressed and back outside, I met both neighbors and Brewster on the 
stairway. Calming everyone, I briefly explained, then continued to the 
courtyard. I knew where the garden hoses were kept.

     Thirty minutes later, the sofa flipped twice and thoroughly 
soaked, I drained the hose and put it away, then headed back upstairs. 
I found the glass cleaned up and Maki's door was shut. Cardboard was 
covering the broken window and I could hear Brewster taping up a second 
layer inside. Calling out, I asked if he needed any help. "No, I'm just 
about finished here. I've already brought a twin mattress from the 
Storage room so she'll have a place to sleep. The glass is all cleaned 
up and I've rolled this old rug and will take it down with me. You go 
on back to bed, Ray. Thanks for your help."

     "Sounds good to me. Good night Maki. Good night Brewster. See you 
all tomorrow." It was 11:15. I removed my shoes and cleaned the blood 
from them with a damp rag. My bloody socks went in the trash. Stripped 
to my underwear, my feet recleaned, I spread petro-carbo salve over the 
cuts and taped on gauze pads. For added security, I wrapped both feet 
in stretch bandages to help hold the gauze pads in place. By midnight I 
had washed the smoke smell off and was back in bed.


    * * * * *


     I was awake again. The clock said 2:00. Still night. Again, 
something external had wakened me. I listened and heard nothing. There 
were no sounds from next door, nothing at the door or outside that I 
could detect. But something woke me up. I stood and got closer to the 
wall dividing my studio from Maki's and very faintly I heard crying. 
Pulling on my pants and jacket, I headed next door. I knew I couldn't 
put on my shoes, but the Ace bandages protected all but my toes from 
the cold. 

     At Maki's, I found the door cracked open an inch. Looking at the 
jamb, I saw I'd done more damage earlier than I'd thought. I knocked 
and called Maki's name through the crack. No answer. Putting my hands 
on the door, I pushed and heard whatever was propping it closed, squeal 
across the tile floor. As I came into the room, I saw Maki, sitting on 
a grimy, stained mattress, her back to the wall, trying to huddle under 
her still wet blanket for warmth. The second thing I saw was my own 
breath. 

     Her dining chair had propped the door closed. I saw no sign of the 
second space heater. Putting my hand on the top of the installed room 
heater, it was ice cold. Maki was shivering quietly on the mattress, 
tears running down her face. Her position hadn't changed since I came 
through the door, she simply sat and watched me. She looked pitiful. 
Walking to the mattress, I took the blanket from her shoulders. Her 
coat beneath was very damp, from the blanket. Reaching down, I put one 
arm under her legs and the other behind her back, scooping her from the 
makeshift bed and carrying her like a child to my apartment. Dropping 
her legs, she was forced to stand. I stripped off her damp coat and 
tossed it onto my armchair. Her shirt and pants were also slightly 
damp. I wrapped her in my blankets and placed her on the foot of the 
bed. Then moved to the bathroom and started the shower. Taking a 
handkerchief from a drawer, I placed it in my pocket as I moved to the 
kitchen. Filling my Poly Hot Pot with water I set it to heat. I plugged 
in my coffee pot, then headed back through the main room to the door. 
Each time I passed through the room, Maki silently watched me. 

     Back at Maki's I quickly went through her wardrobes, finding a 
complete change of clothing for her. I checked her bath-cubby for soap 
and shampoo, but found only a small sliver of soap - I left it. I 
almost forgot her sneakers, but they caught my eye as I made my way 
back out. Outside I pulled the folded kerchief from my pocket, unfolded 
it one step and held it against the door jamb closing the door over it. 
It wedged the door shut.

     Maki looked like she hadn't moved, but her jeans and shirt were 
neatly folded on the arm chair. I hoped she was wearing her panties and 
T-shirt again, I hoped she wasn't naked. As I walked past her I said, 
"Leave the blankets and follow me, Maki." Walking to the short bathroom 
hallway, I retrieved a towel and wash cloth. I put my hand in the 
shower, checking the temperature, then turned to her. Maki was standing 
in the doorway in her yellow underwear. I had the impression she hadn't 
taken her eyes off me since I'd walked in the front door. Her 
expression was innocent, though I thought I did see something dancing 
behind her eyes. 

     "I would like you to take a shower," I started. She immediately 
took a step forward and started reaching for the hem of her top. 
Placing two fingers on the back of her wrist, I stopped the upward 
motion of her crossed arms, and continued. "You smell of smoke. You'll 
have to use my soap and shampoo, I couldn't find yours. When you are 
done, I'll have hot cocoa ready for you in the kitchen. Good for you?" 
She looked in my eyes for a minute, as if searching, then simply 
nodded. I walked past her, pulling the door closed behind me. Once in 
the short hallway, with the door closed, I had to stop and recover my 
equilibrium.

     'What the hell?' I thought. 'Was she really that ready to strip in 
front of me? Did I really see a moments regret when I stopped her? I'd 
better be damned careful - I could end up in a whole world of shit 
here.' I didn't know for sure about California - I was a home grown 
Michigan boy. I did know that back home (at that time) 18 was legal. 
Sixteen was statutory rape. If anything happened, and it got out - even 
if there was no 'civil action' - the military would have me doing 5 
years in a Federal Pen and then a dishonorable discharge. Such things I 
didn't need. I moved on to the kitchen, where I found the water in the 
hot pot boiling. The Percolator was still working. I prepared a cup of 
instant cocoa and placed it on the table. Then went into the main room 
and pulled the bedding off. Folding the bed back into a sofa, I wrapped 
a sheet around the cushions, and dropped a blanket and pillow on top. 
The remaining pillow went back to it's closet and the second blanket I 
folded and placed on the sofa's back - in case she needed it.

     My studio was different from Maki's. Where hers was simply a plain 
rectangular room with things crammed in, Mine was close to being a 
small apartment. Only the fact that the main room and bed room were the 
same, classed it as a Studio. It had an actual bathroom down a four 
foot hallway. There was a full tub (granted, an old 40's claw foot, but 
a tub, with toilet and sink. There was a medicine cabinet with mirror. 
One wall of the hallway was all closets, shelves and  drawers. There 
was a small kitchen, granted it was puny, but the 6' back wall was all 
cabinets, a sink under the window. There was an old Philco refrigerator 
and a 24" stove. There was even a small free-standing dining table and 
two chairs. Entry to the kitchen was through a 5' wide archway. A 
hanging curtain closed it off if necessary. In the main room, the Sofa 
made out into a full double bed. I had a large over-stuffed armchair in 
one corner, a Secretary Desk two end tables by the sofa, and a small 
wardrobe. Against the back wall, between the hallway and the kitchen 
arch, I had put in three six foot tall bookshelves. Where Maki's room 
was linoleum floored, front to back, my main room and the short hallway 
were wall to wall carpet. I had almost half-again as much space. Even 
though Brewster had explained the situation to me, I found it very hard 
to understand how family could do that to each other.  

     When Maki came out of the bathroom, she had her hair wrapped in a 
towel atop her head. She was again dressed in a muscle style T-shirt 
and bikini panties, in a matching light blue color. Everything else she 
carried and placed in the arm chair. When I'd looked in her apartment, 
I found she kept all of her underwear laid out in matching sets. 
Everything appeared to be Muscle-style T's or camisoles, and cotton 
bikini panties.

     I hadn't dropped the alcove curtain so as she moved across to the 
arm chair, I sat at the table, and studied her over my coffee cup. With 
the towel holding her hair on top of her head, her long delicate neck 
was obvious. Though it took only five steps to cross the entire room, 
those five steps were mostly away from me. I had a great view of her 
bottom. She had what I would call a 'boys butt', though there was a 
slight flaring defining the transition from waist to hip. There was 
also a very definite female rotation to those cheeks as she walked. My 
pants felt a little tighter. When she turned to walk towards me, I 
received another surprise. Again in the panties. From her crotch to the 
waistband, the panties were padded in appearance, puffing out from her 
skin. From mid leg to mid leg. Along the elastic of both legs, black, 
curly hairs were visible. Apparently, this girl, this young woman, had 
one thick heavy bush. I'm a bush man, always have been - my pants were 
definitely tighter now, and the damned thing was in the wrong position, 
it hurt. Her top, like the one earlier, was loose hanging. Except for 
two little tent tips, I didn't notice any swelling in the chest area. 
Evidently, she was a flat top.

     Maki sat at the table and sipped her cocoa, smiling after the 
first taste. She read the side of the coffee cup (which would not have 
meant much to her - it was a unit cup I'd bought in Japan). Beyond 
that, she sipped her cocoa and simply watched me drinking my coffee. 
After a few minutes of quiet, I said, "Even though you have never said 
a word to me, Brewster tells me that you can talk." As seemed to be her 
normal way of doing things, she studied my face for a minute, sipped 
her cocoa, and finally just nodded. "Are you going to talk to me 
tonight?" I asked. Again the study, the sip of cocoa, but this time she 
had a real devilish grin on her face and her eyes lit up as she shook 
her head no. 

     After a moment I continued, "Fair enough. I think it's rude, but I 
won't force it. I've made the sofa up for you to sleep on. I only have 
about two hours until I leave for work. So, I'm staying up now. I'll 
drop the curtain and stay in the kitchen so you can sleep. What light 
gets out shouldn't bother you too much.    

     Just before I leave I will be moving back and forth as I get 
ready. I'll try not to disturb you. When you get up tomorrow, you need 
to talk to Brewster. Tell him about your heat troubles. Maybe he can 
get another heater for you, for now. But tell him that the main heater 
doesn't work, and that the door won't stay closed. When you go in your 
place tomorrow, look at how I have it closed before you open the door. 
You can keep the door closed the same way until it is fixed. Tell 
Brewster what happened tonight and ask him for whatever help he can 
give. Can you do all that?" She nodded. "Would it be easier If I wrote 
out something for you to give to him?" She shook her head. I poured 
myself another cup of coffee, added a little sugar (just enough to take 
off the bite) and while stirring it I said, "Okay, when you are ready, 
you can just drop the curtain and go to bed. I'll sit here and read my 
book." 

     She stood and carried her cup to the sink before moving towards 
the main room. As she released the curtain I looked up from my book and 
said, "Maki." When she turned to look at me I said "Good night." She 
was smiling when the curtain fell between us.

     It was 5:45 when I left for work. First Day shift, and it was 
going to be a bitch. Maki was snoring softly as I left.

    * * * * *

     Well, not only was the day a bitch because I was tired, it was 
also exceptionally busy. It was after 5:00 before three of us had 
finished typing the last report, turned in our weapons, and headed out 
the door. As usual, the three were Darla, the Flight Chief and myself. 
Before we left the office, Benton, the Flight chief, called his wife 
and said he was treating us to dinner at the NCO Club. On the way to 
the Club, I stopped by the Base Exchange and wrote myself a $50.00 
check. I figured if he was buying the dinner, I was buying the drinks. 
At 6:00, while we were waiting for our food, Vickie, Benton's wife 
joined us. We turned it into an evening of relaxation, jokes and 
dancing. We left the Club at 10:00 and all four of us were about half 
lit. 

     When I got back home, and opened the gate, all of the apartments 
were dark. On the third floor landing, I heard a clattering noise. It 
got louder as I approached Maki's apartment. I knew the sound. It was a 
clattering blower fan on a space heater unit. Some of our old military 
units sounded like that. I was glad I wasn't in the same room with it. 
Loud or not, at least Maki had some heat. 

     It took me all of 15 minutes to put a pillow and blanket on the 
couch, set my alarm, and take a leak. Then I turned off the light and 
crashed out, I didn't even bother to strip first, only kicked off my 
shoes.


    * * * * *


     The next day at work, Darla had a hangover. Benton and I caught 
hell from her all day, because we did not. Except for that, the day 
went smoothly. 

     It was pay day. After work I dropped by the Credit Union and put 
half my pay in my wallet. Then I went shopping. I stopped by the 
Commissary and bought my bi-weekly food supplies. Enough for the next 
two weeks plus some extras. I added some snacks, a case of coke, a case 
of beer, and a new bottle of Jim Beam. The beer and bourbon would last 
me a month. I seldom drank at the apartment, but kept a few things on 
hand in case of company. My normal 'at home' drinks, were coffee, 
water, milk, coke and kool-aid. One thing I liked about the military 
Commissaries: 'Boxes.' In the commissaries, you packed your own 
purchases at the check out. While many prefer bags, and I do too, when 
I'm not buying much, my pay day trips I would use a big box from the 
stack by the wall. When shelves were restocked, the empty boxes were 
placed by the check out lines. With careful packing, I could usually 
get everything in a single large box. It was heavy, but it meant only 
one trip from the car to the apartment. My bi-weekly haircut, and a 
stop at the Base Exchange for a new pair of Levis, a shirt, and a 
package of socks completed my shopping. There was no waiting, for a 
change, at the base gas station so I filled my car up on my way off 
post. 

     When I arrived at the apartment, I dropped my new clothes on top 
of the food, hoisted the box to my shoulder and headed in. It was 25 
degrees out, I had a heavy box on my shoulder, and of course, Brewster 
came out to talk. He told me Maki had spoken to him about the problems 
with the door and heat, he had set things in motion to have everything 
repaired. The heater he'd given her was old, and loud, but reliable. 
He'd pulled her second space heater because of badly frayed wiring. I 
mentioned that if it was just the cord, it was easy to replace, but it 
was too late, he'd trashed it, and pick-up was earlier that day. While 
we stood talking, Cathy went out, and stopped to talk for a moment. 
Just after she left, Maki came in. I said my normal pleasantry and she 
looked into my eyes as she smiled, still not speaking. As she went up 
the stairs Brewster commented that she obviously liked me.

     "How can you tell? She won't speak to me."

     "I know she likes you because she looks you in the eye when she 
smiles. Most people she won't. As for not talking, I told you before 
she doesn't talk much. I 'do' know why, but I promised her once I 
wouldn't discuss it with anyone. If she wants to talk to you, she will. 
Then you'll understand. Well, it looks like that box is getting heavy, 
I'll let you get upstairs." he said, waving as he turned to his 
apartment. 

     Actually, it was getting heavy. I'd been thinking about putting it 
down when he dismissed me and went inside. I shifted the weight just a 
bit and continued to my apartment. With a little snow on my shoes, and 
the box on my shoulders, I stepped through the curtain into the kitchen 
and almost fell on my ass. Catching myself, I set the box on the table 
as I looked around. The whole room positively glowed. The floor, 
counters, refrigerator and stove were immaculate. Even the cabinet 
doors had been thoroughly cleaned and had a sheen to them. Walking 
through the apartment, I found all the surfaces had been well cleaned 
and they all either had a sheen or an obvious glossy shine. The tub, 
toilet, and sink had all been heavily iron stained when I moved in. 
Each week I spent time working on them and had about 50% of the stains 
cleaned off. Now there were none. Except for chips, they all looked 
almost new. As I walked around and looked, all I could do was say 
"Damn" over and over again. Putting away my groceries I went next door 
to thank Maki. 

     She didn't answer her door, so I returned to my room where I 
called for a pizza delivery. Short sleep two days ago, drinking heavily 
last night, I was tired tonight and didn't want to cook. Forty minutes 
later, dinner was served. I wrote letters to friends and family, phoned 
home to Michigan and talked for an hour to my mother and little 
brother. Called Darla at her dormitory and told her to call her Dad 
(she'd asked me to remind her about it at the end of the shift, and I 
had forgotten - she'd already called). I watched the news for the 
weather forecast (near zero tonight, low thirties tomorrow), turned off 
the TV and listened to music as I read the paper, then my book. About 
nine, I was finally relaxed and tired enough, so I made up the bed and 
crawled in. With that noisy blower fan on the other side of the wall, I 
had trouble falling asleep. I think it was almost 10:30 before I 
finally slept.

    * * * * *

     Something heavy was thumping on my door. I rolled out of the bed 
and opened the door, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and my Fruit of the 
Looms. Maki was standing there clutching her blanket tightly around 
herself. I could see her bare feet under the bottom edge, her 
fingertips curling over the top and her face. Her toes, fingers and 
cheeks were all tinged with blue, a tear was practically frozen on her 
cheek. I stepped aside and she walked in. 

     I recognized the signs. Frostbite. Maki stepped to the foot of my 
bed and stopped, turning to face me. Closing the door, I stepped up to 
her and stripped the blanket from her. She started to wrap her arms 
around herself and I stopped her and for the next two minutes I 
inspected her, beginning with her hands and feet, cheeks, ears and 
nose. Then I moved on to the main torso. Raising her arms to check her 
underarms and pits, moving her top to inspect her stomach, pulling 
aside her panties to examine her buttocks and spreading her legs I 
carefully looked at the insides of her thighs. Standing up, I started 
talking as I lifted her to the bed and finally wrapped her in my dry 
blankets.

     "Well, Maki, you've got a touch of frostbite. From what I can see, 
it's not too severe or advanced yet, so we won't need an ambulance. 
But, any amount of frostbite is nothing to take lightly. You could have 
ended up losing toes or fingers had it gotten more serious. You stay 
wrapped up - don't move. I'll get things ready. We have to get your 
body temperature back up." 

     Then I moved to the bathroom and started the tub filling. 'This 
was not going to be fun,' I thought as I moved about, preparing the 
room. I removed the little throw rug, and put all of my dirty towels 
and a few clean ones on the floor, covering it all. I placed a few 
clean dry towels on the toilet tank, and checked the water temperature. 
In the kitchen, I started the percolator, opened a box of Lipton soup 
and put it on to steep. This was going to take a while. The soup should 
be ready just about on time. Then I went back to the bed.  Unwrapping 
Maki, I carried her to the bathroom and stood her on her feet. Raising 
her arms above her head, I pulled her T-shirt over her head before she 
knew what I was about.

     As I did, I saw two things immediately. she had a nasty looking 
jagged scar running from about an inch to the right of her navel up to 
just below her breast bone. It looked like it stopped just shy of her 
heart. The scar was stark white. As her chest came into view, there 
were the largest aureole I had ever seen outside of a dirty book. They 
were each about three inches across and puffed out almost an inch from 
her small chest. together they covered about a third of her entire 
chest area. Just off center of each stood the thickest, longest nipples 
I had ever laid eyes on, in or out of a book. Each was over half an 
inch thick, and at least three inches long. Each was standing rigid, 
pointing slightly off to either side. The aureole and nipples were 
quite pale. Not good. As her panties went down, I got my first look at 
the heavy bush I'd already noticed. It was fuller and denser than I had 
expected. Though it was obviously compacted from having been under her 
clothing, that tightly packed bush was still almost an inch deep. 
Except for the areas outside her panty lines, it was obvious she'd 
never trimmed or thinned it. Had I not been thinking of other things, I 
would have had an instant hard-on. I also saw another amazement. There 
at the top of her thick pussy lips was the tip of her clitoris - it had 
to be. Tightly surrounded by it's sheath, it was fully three-quarters 
of an inch across and half an inch extended beyond the sheath, looking 
for all the world like a small circumcised phallus. 

     I didn't like what I was finding. Turing her around, I looking at 
her butt cheeks more closely. They were looking kind of chalky. I 
decided to change my plans. I had planned on simply placing her in the 
water and holding her down as  the hot water worked. Now, though . . .

     She was already starting to whimper, just from the warm room air. 
Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, trapping her arms at 
her sides, closing my arms across her chest, I picked her up and 
stepped into the filling tub, saying "Maki, this is going to be very, 
very rough. It's going to hurt, a lot. You may even feel that you are 
burning. But, we have to do this." I sat down in the tub, pulling her 
down between my legs. Then, I wrapped my legs around her and up and 
over her legs, trapping them to the bottom of the tub. I waited. As I 
waited, I started talking to her, softly. reassuring her, apologizing 
to her, telling her everything would be all right. Within thirty 
seconds she started to squirm. Within two minutes, I thought I was 
trying to hold a pissed off bobcat with my bare hands. 

     Twice she almost succeeded in standing up, lifting me right along 
with her. Three times she almost rolled both of us out of the tub. She 
elbowed me and scratched me. She tried to bite me. She kicked with her 
legs, jerked, twisted and tried to roll. I held her tightly throughout, 
using my greater strength and 100 pounds of greater weight to hold her 
where she was. She whined, she whimpered, at one point she almost 
howled, but somehow held it mostly in her throat. Through it all, I 
held her, and through it all I talked to her, softly, constantly with 
my lips near her ear. I spoke reassurances, apologies, sympathies, 
commiseration's, stuff and nonsense. I told her how brave she was, how 
proud I was of her, how strong she was and how the pain would soon be 
gone, that if she concentrated she could already feel it getting 
smaller and easier to take. I said anything and everything, maintaining 
a soothing, reassuring tone.

     Finally, after 15 minutes, she had calmed down to shivers and 
twitches. But her pain whimper was still almost constant. There was as 
much water on the floor as there was in the tub. The tub was finally 
full. I had to take a chance. I raised one leg and used my  toes to 
turn off the water. 

     Five minutes more, and she was finally relaxing. Her pain whimpers 
had mostly subsided. She was down to only occasional muscle twitches. I 
felt it was finally safe to relax and not trap her so tightly. When I 
did, she raised her hands to my arms and hugged them tightly. I took 
that as a sign that I could exit the tub. Pushing her forward into a 
sitting position, I stood up behind her. When she started to rise, I 
said, "Not yet! You lay back and stay in the warm water a little longer 
yet. I'll tell you when." Stepping out of the tub onto the soaked 
towels, I stripped off my T-shirt and wrung it into the sink. Then, 
taking a dry towel from the toilet, I stepped into the hallway and 
closed the door. Dry and dressed in clean underwear, I went back in and 
started picking up soaked towels. Wringing them out in the sink. After 
about five minutes of wringing and respreading towels, the floor was 
close to dry. Throughout, each time I turned towards her, I would see 
Maki watching me and silently laughing. Her eyes were dancing and had 
she been wearing lipstick, that smile would have had her earlobes 
painted red. 

     "Is it funny watching me play in the water wearing my under 
wear?" Grinning even wider, she nodded vigorously. "Is the water 
getting cool?" Again she nodded. "Do you really feel it?" She paused 
for a moment as if testing, then nodded again. "Good, that is a very 
good sign," I said. I tossed her a wash cloth and bar of soap, "Now, 
you get to scrub. Scrub every inch, miss nothing. Scrub hard, when 
you're done, everything should be pink. Got that?" Another nod. "I'm 
going to your place to get you clothes, again. When you're done, go 
ahead and dry off. Before you dress, I want to check you again. I'll be 
back in five minutes."

     In the kitchen, I checked on the soup as I dressed. It was ready. 
Knowing where everything was already, I made short work of getting 
clothing for her. Back in the bathroom, I found she had drained and 
rubbed down the tub and was hanging the last of the towels to dry as I 
entered. Towels were everywhere. 

     Sitting on the closed toilet, I had her stand between my legs as I 
examined her again. This time everything was showing a nice flush, 
mostly from her vigorous scrubbing. I finished with her buttocks again, 
going so far as to spread the cheeks widely, looking for any chalky 
appearance like I'd seen earlier. When I was done, I lightly swatted 
her butt cheek and turned her to face me. She was blushing.

     "You're blushing," I said, and she blushed even more. "Don't 
misunderstand, I'm commenting on it because it is a good thing. 40 
minutes ago, had you blushed, your face would have gotten paler, not 
pinker. We've done all we can in here, get dressed and come to the 
kitchen. I want to get some hot soup in you, and you need to drink at 
least two big glasses of water before we go to bed." She looked at me 
solemnly. "Oh, and Maki, you have a decision to make tonight. If you 
want my help, you have to start talking to me. I have questions, I need 
answers.  We have to be able to talk. Don't answer now, I won't ask 
until tomorrow after work. Tonight, you eat, then we sleep. But, think 
about it, All right?" She nodded. As I had talked, she had pulled on 
her panties, never taking her eyes from mine as she stepped into them. 
After she nodded she quickly pulled on the matching top, and, picking 
up the other clothes I brought her, followed me from the bathroom. In 
the main room, the clock said 1:00AM. Checking that it was still set 
for 5:00, I stepped to the kitchen and poured the soup into a bowl.

     In the kitchen, Maki quickly ate her soup and getting a glass from 
the cupboard drank two large glasses of water. With the last one I gave 
her two aspirin, after asking if she could take them. I had a cup of 
coffee. After pouring the coffee, I removed the basket from the 
percolator, then added a cup of water to the pot, leaving it plugged in 
and on. At Maki's puzzled look, I said "An old trick. If I turn it off, 
the coffee will get bitter. If I leave it on without adding water, It 
will evaporate down and thicken too much. By adding extra water now, 
when I get back up, it should still be just about right." 

     We moved to the living room and I respread the blankets on the 
bed. Looking at Maki, I said, "I have to get more sleep. So, we're 
going to share the bed. You sleep on the left side, and I'll sleep on 
the right, near the telephone." She moved to the left side, nearest the 
front door, and started laying the covers back, and I went into the 
bathroom to drain my bladder before bed. When I came back out, Maki was 
under the covers, her back to my side of the bed. I crawled under the 
blankets and shifted a bit to get comfortable. I sleep on my back, so 
it sometimes takes a little adjustment to find just the right position 
on the lumpy mattress. I turned off the lamp. Closing my eyes, and 
relaxing my body, I was just about to drop off to sleep when Maki 
rolled over to me, put one arm across my chest and hugged it, kissed me 
on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Ray."

     She sounded like 'Froggy' from the old 'Our Gang' shows.

     Maki got up twice during the night for cramps. Each time I advised 
her to walk through it then drink a large glass of water before coming 
back to bed. If she got up again after that ?? . . I had gotten used to 
her movements, so I didn't wake up.


       * * * * *

     
     As was my habit, I beat my alarm by about 10 minutes. At some 
point during the night, Maki had snuggled up to me. Laying on my back, 
my left shoulder had become her pillow. Laying on her side, her 
shoulder was under my left arm. Her arm was draped across my chest and 
her left leg was crooked across my crotch, her knee was against my 
scrotum with my morning hard-on laying along her thigh. Her soft 
snoring into my chest sounded almost like a purr. Through my T-shirt I 
could feel the tip of one of her unusual nipples moving ever so 
slightly, against my ribs. My left arm lay along her back ending where 
my hand cupped her bare left buttock. My thumb nestled comfortably 
between the two nether cheeks. I was so comfortable that I think it 
took almost a full minute before it came to me. That butt was nude. My 
hard-on was laying full length against her thigh. This was little Maki 
- whom I thought of as a minor. Looking at my alarm, I had only three 
minutes before it would sound. I didn't want her waking up in this 
position. Okay, I'll admit it, I was nervous and afraid of the 
situation. 

     Thinking quickly, I loosened the blankets covering us. Gently 
lifted her arm from my chest and placed it on her own hip. Then, while 
gently pulling downward on the butt cheek I was cupping, I raised one 
leg slowly lifting her leg off of my crotch. When I had lifted her leg 
about six inches, she suddenly rolled away from me, across and off my 
hand, dragging the blankets with her, she ended facing away from me. 
The cooler air of the Apartment hitting my bare skin was a shock. 
Gently I got up from the bed and turned off the alarm before it 
sounded. Just because I had to get up at 5 did not mean she had to. 

     Moving to the Kitchen alcove, I dropped the curtain and turned on 
the light. Pouring myself a cup of coffee I decided to add another half 
cup of hot water to the pot for my second cup. Carrying my coffee with 
me I headed for the bathroom, my tented underwear leading the way. As I 
sat on the throne, I turned the shower on and let the water warm. As I 
finished, I almost flushed (again) before moving to the shower, but 
remembered in time. I carried my cup with me into the shower and sipped 
a few times as I bathed. I loved that window sill, gave me a handy spot 
for my shampoos and morning coffee cup. Damn, going to the bathroom and 
showering - neither helped. My compass needle was still rigidly 
pointing straight out north. I finally soaped up and took matters in 
hand. Five minutes later and a final rinse, I stepped from the shower 
and flushed the toilet. My coffee cup was getting low, but I decided to 
complete my rituals before refilling. Shaved and teeth brushed, I 
stepped into the hallway and dressed in fresh underwear and my uniform. 
I pulled down all the towels hanging in the bathroom, dry now, and put 
them in my laundry bag. I hadn't put on my shoes yet, though I needn't 
have worried. Stepping back into the main room, I found the bed folded 
up, and the bedding folded neatly on the sofa's arm. Stepping into the 
kitchen, I said "Good morning, Maki".

     She was sitting at the table, in what I was coming to accept as 
her normal 'in house' dress, panties and T-shirt, the same white set 
from last night, a cup in front of her. She stood, croaking "Finally!" 
no I hadn't imagined that voice, and rushed from the room, one hand 
buried against her crotch. I was laughing softly, as I poured my second 
cup. 

     I had 20 minutes left as I pulled the curtain aside and tied it 
back. By the time she came out I had completed my preparations, the 
bedding was put away and things were generally straightened. When she 
came out, she had my toothbrush in her mouth. It reminded me that I 
needed to replace the ratty thing, I made a mental note to finally stop 
and buy a couple of new ones. She rinsed at the sink then stepped up 
behind my seat and hugged me from behind, kissing my cheek and saying, 
"Good morning, Ray," before finally sitting again. Looking at the 
clock, I had seven minutes left. 

     I reached across with one hand and gently raised her chin, I 
pushed her hair back over her shoulder and gently traced the path of 
fine scars on her neck. Before setting my arm back on the table. "I 
have a couple of questions, this morning. These may be awkward for you 
and you don't need to answer unless you want to. I will only ask them 
once and won't bring them up again, all right?" She nodded. "The scars 
on your neck and stomach are from the accident that took your parents, 
I guess. Is that what also changed your voice?"

     "Yes, my vocal chords were crushed and some cut in the accident. 
Because of the coma and them not expecting me to live, they didn't try 
to repair them right away. By the time they knew I would live, It was 
too late to fix them. Things had healed or scarred over so they could 
not."

     "It is the sound of your voice, and the jokes of the kids at 
school that make you not want to talk, of course. Second question: 
Wednesday night, I woke up twice and was able to help you. I glad I 
could help, but what had to wake me, both times, was you calling out my 
name. Why did you call for me?"

     She looked stunned for a few seconds, then asked, "How did you 
know?"

     "Actually, I didn't, then, but thinking about it yesterday and 
last night, I realized you had to of called my name. I have what may be 
odd sleeping habits, to most people. I can sleep through military jets 
taking off, combat going on around me, nearby accidents and even people 
running around in panic and screaming, all without waking. But, there 
are certain things that always wake me. The phone, a knock on my door, 
opening the door of the room I'm in, anyone trying to move quietly 
trying 'not' to disturb me, wakes me up. Any touch, when I'm sleeping 
alone, and anyone calling my name. All of these things will bring me 
instantly and totally awake. I may not move, but I 'am' awake and 
alert. Last night, for the first two hours, every time you moved in 
bed, you woke me up. After that I was accustomed to your sleeping and 
movement habits and I didn't wake up. Wednesday night, none of that 
could have happened, except for hearing my name. Even hearing it 
whispered or so softly no one else would recognize it wakes me. My 
question though, is still, Why me? Why my name?"

     She sat silent for more than a minute. I'd just decided that she 
wasn't going to answer when she did. She dropped her gaze to her cup of 
coffee and a blush appeared on her cheek as she said, "I called for you 
because I 'like' you. I like and 'trust' you, I have since almost the 
first time I saw you and you tried to introduce yourself to me. I don't 
know why, I just 'do'. I trust you like I trust no one else who lives 
here, no one else I know."

     Damn, that was heavy. I hadn't expected anything like that. I know 
I had to be sitting there with my mouth hanging open and a stunned look 
on my face. Thankfully, she was still staring at her coffee, she hadn't 
looked up. After a few moments to recover some, I put my hand under her 
chin and raised her head so she looked me squarely in the eyes, I held 
that for a long moments before I gave her a smile and stood up. It was 
time to leave, and I spoke back over my shoulder as I gathered the last 
of my gear and donned my coat. "Well, I asked for an answer and I got 
one, didn't I. I'll be honest, it was more of an answer than I 
expected. I do have to go to work now. You'll have to talk to Brewster 
again this morning. Tell him about the heater and tell him there is a 
mouse nest in that filthy mattress he loaned you, I saw the hole and 
some droppings when I got your clothes last night. So, you need heat 
and something new to sleep on. See if he can help. Also, ask him 
straight out, just 'when' everything will be fixed and corrected so you 
can have a real apartment again." 

     Pausing with my hand on the door and looking at her I added, 
"Maki, you also need to ask, if he can't help today, if there is 
anyplace else you can stay until the repairs are made. I want you to 
know I'm not trying to get rid of you. If there is no other place for 
you, you are welcome here, we'll work something out. But to many people 
it might not look right if you stay here, so you have to ask." Was I 
really worried about her reputation, or about mine? To this day I'm not 
100% sure which. When I remember and think about it, my mood at the 
time will determine my answer. 

     I turned and opened the door, and Maki was standing behind me. She 
put her arms around me and hugged tight saying, "Thank you, again Ray. 
I really mean that. I don't know who else I could have turned to." I 
put my arms behind me, around her and pulled he to my back gently. 
"We'll talk tonight. This is my last shift, then I have three days off 
to try and see if we can do something." I disentangled myself and 
reached for my wallet. Removing my spare room key I handed it to her 
saying, "Here, you'll need this today. I hate leaving my door unlocked, 
so lock it any time you leave. At least this way, you won't lock 
yourself out." Then I was out the door. It was Saturday, no back office 
to deal with. Hopefully it would be a good day at work - it wasn't.  I 
knew I was working as the Desk Sergeant today. The day started to go 
bad as soon as I walked onto the Desk and found someone had used 'my' 
coffee cup and not cleaned it. From there it was all downhill and I was 
aggravated as hell by the time I got off that afternoon.

  
    * * * * *

     I did remember to stop and buy toothbrushes. I bought three. One 
for me, one for Maki, and a spare. If Maki was back in her own place or 
somewhere else, I had two spares. No problem either way, they would get 
used, eventually. Quite honestly, I did hope that Maki 'was' out. 
During the day I had decided that she must somehow be sexually or 
emotionally attracted to me. I wasn't sure I wanted all the 
complications of a teenager being infatuated with me, in any form. They 
were usually too inexperienced, too forward and indiscreet in such 
circumstances. They could also be dangerously spiteful and vindictive. 
Any attraction could as easily turn to dislike and hate. I'd seen it a 
few times, and experienced it once. I 'was' worried. By the time I 
arrived at the apartment, I had calmed down from the day. It's 
surprising what a 30 - 40 minute drive will do for you sometimes. I had 
found a calmness and was mostly ready to take things as they came. But 
I also knew that the day's anger and frustrations were just below the 
surface. I was in an explosive mood, and I knew it.

     I tried knocking on Brewster's door. No answer. Maki's door was 
still held closed by my handkerchief. I knocked, no answer, I didn't 
open it. I entered my apartment, everything was off and dark. I saw 
none of her clothes and thought she'd relocated. I headed for the 
bathroom with the toothbrushes. The door was closed, but with Maki gone 
or out, I pushed the door open and started to step in. There was Maki, 
naked, backside to the door, one foot on the floor, one on the toilet 
seat. She was shaving her legs, the one on the floor seemed done. She 
was bent well forward over the other, working around her ankle. My view 
was a horny man's dream, tight little ass cheeks slightly spread, thick 
labia fully in view with the tip of her clit showing through at the 
bottom. Her movements as I stepped in, somehow made her little brown 
eye seem to wink at me. She jerked and yelped, my unexpected appearance 
made her nick herself. She straightened and half turned, saying, 
"Couldn't you knock?" she didn't try to cover or hide herself in any 
way. 

     "Sorry," I said, starting to back out the door. "I didn't think 
anyone was here . . ." Then, I saw the razor in her hand and looked at 
the sink. It was 'my' razor!! I almost exploded. But I caught myself 
before I said anything and left, closing the door behind me. 'Damn!', I 
thought. 'Now I need a new razor.' 

     Look, I apologize to all the women and feminists out there. But 
I've never torn my face up so badly shaving as I have after women have 
used my razors to shave their legs. New blade or no, the entire razor 
always seems to be affected and it doesn't ride my face right anymore. 
I've heard all of the arguments about how it's in my head, and how a 
new blade is all it needs, but at the time and for some years before 
and after this, I used an injector razor. After a female uses one on 
her legs, they don't seem to hold the blade correctly, no matter how 
many times you change it. 

     Luckily, that day when I opened the closet and dug out my 
'spares' box, I found I already had a new razor waiting. I dropped the 
new 'spare' toothbrush in the box and carried the razor and two brushes 
into the kitchen and put them on the table. Digging out some hamburger, 
saltines and a few items from the cupboards and 'fridge, quickly put 
together a meat loaf and stuck it into the oven. Digging into the 
cupboards, I took down a bag of noodles, can of veggies and packet of 
instant gravy. Then I cleaned the tools I'd used for the meatloaf, 
setting them to drip dry. When I turned around, Maki was standing in 
the archway watching me. She was in another set of matching panties and 
T.

     "Dinner will be ready in about an hour," I said, digging two 
bottles of coke from the fridge. After opening them I handed her one 
and went to turn on the TV. She sat at the far end of the sofa, putting 
her legs across the cushions. Her feet were only inches from my leg. I 
noticed the small piece of toilet paper on her ankle where she'd nicked 
herself. Rubbing one of her calves for a moment I said, "Hmm, nice and 
smooth, but," touching the small piece of paper, "it looks like you 
nicked yourself." She stuck her tongue out then grinned. "Seriously," I 
said, "I didn't mean to walk in and startle you. When I came in and 
found everything off and did not hear any sounds, I thought the place 
was empty. Did you have a  chance to talk to Brewster, today?"

     "Why do you call him that? I've never heard you call him mister, 
or John, just Brewster."

     "Honestly, it's a military habit. With co-workers, and people we 
have to deal with regularly, we often use only the last name. Ranks 
change, and using first names is often not acceptable, but last names 
are almost always Okay, except with officers, then a blanket Sir or 
Ma'am works. It's not always the best habit, but it's only a habit. 
I've talked to him about it and he said he understands. Don't avoid the 
question though, did you talk to him?"

     "Yes. He doesn't have another heater or bed, he's been out all 
afternoon trying to find something, at least that's where he said he 
was going. Before you ask, I talked to him about staying someplace 
else. His wife doesn't want me in their apartment, she thinks that if 
my own family won't accept me, there must be something wrong with me. 
'I' refuse to stay with the Greenstones. They are always drunk and 
fight a lot - they scare me. The Wheatleys and the Smiths downstairs 
are afraid I'll steal from them - I am a teenager and I'm poor, so I 
might be a thief. Cathy would help, but her place is like ours, one 
fold out bed, and as big as she is, she uses all of it. Sandi and Beth 
next door say they'll let me use the couch, but every time I see them, 
they are trying to touch me somehow. They always pat me on the bottom 
and tell me how cute I am. They scare me more than the Greenstones. I'd 
rather have no heat, than them. If you tell me to leave, I'll stay in 
my own apartment." She was almost crying when she finished and I saw a 
tear building in her eye. 

     "Well, I won't put someone out in the cold," I said. "We'll work 
something out. But first, another question for you. With near frostbite 
conditions your body dehydrates, and afterwards, dry skin is often a 
problem. Have your been drinking plenty of water today? and has your 
skin seemed dry or scaly today? You would probably have noticed it most 
during your shave." 

     "Yes, I've had three or four glasses of water today. You said last 
night I needed to drink water, so I have been. But, yes. My skin has 
seemed dry today. Can I do something about that?" 

     "Actually, you can. Two things, though in the apartment I only 
have things for one of them. If you get into the hall closet, you will 
find some skin lotions. Corn Huskers is best, but is also the nastiest 
to work with. The Jergens lotion works slower, but rubs in easier and 
smells better after. Get one of them, put your hair up, and rub it in 
over every inch of your body. When you're done, wash your hands and 
come to dinner, It should be ready by then."

     "What is the other thing I can do?"

     "Well, you can put moisturizing beads into a tub full of very warm 
water and simply soak in it for fifteen or twenty minutes. It helps 
restore moisture to dry skin. Tell you what, after dinner I had plans 
to go see a movie tonight. You can come with me, and we will stop and 
buy some on the way."

     She looked down glumly and said, "I can't afford to buy something 
like that, let alone pay for a movie. There's no room in my allowance 
for things like that."

     "First, I didn't ask you to pay for either. I'm inviting you to 
the movie, so I expect to pay for it. As for the bath beads, I'll buy 
those too. Your only problem, is putting up with 'my' choice for a 
movie. We will be seeing a new Kung Fu karate movie that came out last 
week. I usually try to go to the theater twice each month. The Drive in 
over by the river has heaters to rent for your car. On Saturdays they 
always show a double feature. I don't know what the second movie will 
be, but I've made friends with the manager and he always lets me stay 
for the second movie free."

     "You'll take me to a movie? I haven't been to a movie since last 
spring. Thank you," she was almost squealing as she tried to move in 
for a hug. 

     I let her squeeze my neck for a minute, then pulled her arms away 
saying, "If you are going to get that moisturizer rubbed in before 
dinner, you'd better get to it." I was feeling good about making her 
this happy, and being honest with myself, I wasn't sorry that she 
hadn't found another place to sleep. I was still leery of the 
situation, but I was also glad she was there. Moving into the kitchen I 
started the Veggies over low heat, they should be ready with the 
meatloaf. I prepped a pan of water for the noodles and set them on 
medium-high. 7 to 10 minutes to a boil and I could add the noodles. 
Opening my 'snacks' cupboard, I opened a bag of cookies. Taking a half 
dozen, I poured the rest into my cookie jar. Then I returned to the 
main room. When I turned around I saw her right away. I couldn't miss 
her. Maki had brought a towel to the living room and was sitting cross 
legged on it as she started rubbing the skin lotion in. Her panties and 
T-shirt were laying on the carpet beside the towel.

     "You little shit," I said, though I was grinning. She looked up, 
all innocence and said, "What?"

     "A young lady doesn't sit naked in front of a man she hardly knows 
and start rubbing herself all over. I thought you would do that in the 
bathroom. People normally frown on such behavior. It's bad enough that 
you are running around in your underwear all the time. Speaking of 
which, just why are you wearing only your underwear around me anyway? 
Not that 'I' mind, but I am wondering." 

     She was pouting when she answered. I thought for a minute she was 
actually going to cry. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would offend you. 
I'll go back to the bathroom." and she started gathering her things.

     "Stop!" I said, more sharply than I'd intended. "You stay right 
where you are." I walked over to her and sat down in front of her. She 
was staring intently at the carpet between us. "Look at me." She did. 
"Now, I'm not angry, and I'm definitely not offended. I meant most of 
what I said as a joke, not to be mean. But, some of your habits are not 
things I am used to. Young women, as a rule don't show their body to a 
man they hardly know. They seem to consider their underwear as sacred 
objects that men and boys aren't to see, unless they are teasing them, 
or are romantic with them. I don't care how you dress, or don't dress. 
But anyone seeing you right now would go nuts - to use their words - 
'It's just not done, it's not decent'. As for my question about your 
wearing only underwear, I already figured out that it was how you 
always dressed in your own place. I was just curious, that's all. You 
don't have to answer if you don't want to."

     A single tear rolled down her cheek and she looked down before she 
answered. "I wear only my panties and T-shirts in the apartment because 
I'm really kind of clumsy. I often accidentally spill things on myself. 
I'll be watching TV or reading and spill a glass of Kool Aid on me, and 
I usually sit on the sofa and eat from my lap, I'm always spilling my 
food in my lap. When I first moved in, I ruined some shirts and pants 
by staining them badly. Because my allowance is so low, I can't buy new 
pants and shirts too often, and even in a thrift shop or at the 
Salvation Army, they cost me more than I can afford too often. My 
undies, I can buy at five for a dollar, and T-shirts are three for 75 
cents. They are much cheaper to replace. I do spend more on them than I 
maybe should, though. I like them to match, and I don't like wearing 
just white. The ones I usually buy are matching sets, usually for 50 to 
70 cents a set. So, the reason I dress like that is because I'm 
clumsy." 

     "I also want you to know I always keep pants and a shirt handy for 
when someone comes to the door. People almost never come to my door, 
though. I don't dress like that in front of everyone." At some point 
while she was talking, I moved back to the sofa, and she started 
rubbing the lotion into her skin again. She had finished her arms, 
shoulders and neck before she continued. "You asked why I am doing this 
here, in front of you," Thank god she wasn't looking at me while she 
worked on herself. She was working on her chest and stomach, and I was 
definitely getting a boner from watching her. "I might, normally do 
this in the bathroom, out of sight. But, you have already seen me 
naked. You have looked closer at me than most doctors or nurses will. 
So you know my body already. I wanted you to see what I was doing so 
you could tell me if I am doing any of it wrong. Am I doing it right?"

     "If you weren't, I would have already told you. As for my looking 
at you more closely than a doctor, I was looking for signs of frostbite, 
trying to decide how severe it was, and if I should get you to a hospital. 
Had I been a doctor, I would have looked even more closely than I did. I 
might also have had thermometers in your mouth, and your ass. But I 
don't have any thermometers, and I'm not a trained doctor, the results 
would not have meant much to me."

     "Why would a doctor take temperatures in so many places? And, how 
come you know what you do about frostbite. anyway?"

     "Well, Doctors know about body temperatures. Doctors know what 
range of temperatures is acceptable. As for how I know about 
frostbite," I said standing and moving towards the kitchen. It was time 
to cook the noodles and start heating water for the gravy. "I know 
about frostbite because I had frostbite when I was 12 years old. I was 
ice skating with friends, back home in Michigan, and accidentally 
knocked myself out. We had been playing tag in s swampy area and I fell 
out of sight. I lay unconscious in below zero temperatures for over 
three hours before I woke up and went home. People were out looking for 
me, but I was almost home before I met someone. I still remember them 
having to cut my underwear off. My father did for me, what I did for 
you. I didn't fully regain feeling in my hands and feet for days 
afterwards. That is why I was happy when you really 'felt' the water 
cooling last night. It was a very good sign." 

     The water for the gravy started to boil. I poured the instant 
gravy mix in the water and turned down the heat. I also opened the oven 
and took some drippings from the pan to add into it. "Are you almost 
done there? We'll be eating in five minutes."

     When I turned to look, she was working on one of her feet. She 
looked up and said, "Almost, I have gotten everything but my back, and 
I don't think I can do that without help. Will you do it for me?"

     "After dinner. Get dressed and clean up. I'll have food on the 
table when you're ready. Turn off the TV and turn on the radio. We 
might as well have music while we eat."

     We ate silently and listened to the music. It was a rock and roll 
station, but they were in the middle of some love song hour, and the 
softer music was nice with the meal. After dishes, I sat in the center 
of the sofa with Maki laying across my lap as I rubbed the lotion into 
her back. The T-shirt was off, but she did keep her panties on this 
time. When I was done and she was back in her T, I asked her, "Did you 
do your butt?" 

     "I rubbed some into the cheeks."

     "Go into the bathroom and do them again. Get right down into the 
crack and rub it in good. The inside of your cheeks looked very dry to 
me when I checked you yesterday. For the next few days, You should used 
the bath beads at least once a day, and do this at least once a day. In 
a few days, everything should be back to normal. When you're done, comb 
your hair and get dressed. It's almost 6:30 and we should think about 
leaving. The movie starts at 7:15.

     When we got in the car and started out, Maki gripped the shoulder 
harness and held on for dear life as I drove. When I asked, she had 
only been in her Uncle's car since the accident, and that only once. We 
stopped by a market enroute to the Drive-in. I bought an economy bubble 
bath with moisturizers. Maki was surprised how cheap it was. At the 
theater, we parked just in time for the previews and all the little 
dancing concessions. There were no more than 15 - 18 cars in the lot.

     I made a quick trip to the concession stand for popcorn and pops. 
Then we settled back to watch the movie. Part way through, Maki tried 
to lay her head against my shoulder, but the bucket seats made it not 
to comfortable for her. I had a travel pillow in the back seat. It 
looked like a large teddy bear's head, but it was handy for naps on the 
road. I placed it between the seats, over the hand brake and Maki moved 
closer leaning against my shoulder. The heater we'd gotten was not one 
of the better ones. They were actually small space heaters and there 
was a plug outlet on the speaker post. After about 20 minutes, with the 
temperature continually dropping I took it to the concession stand to 
replace it.      

     The kid working the counter couldn't be bothered, so I walked 
around the counter - ignoring his complaints and walked to the stairs 
to the projection room. My friend was both the manager and 
projectionist. I told him about the faulty heater and the attitude I 
had gotten downstairs. I had to wait five minutes for a reel change, 
but he led me down and handed me another heater. As I left, he was 
chewing out the counter help, but good. I never saw that kid there 
again. 

     With a good heater, things got toasty in the car quickly, but Maki 
was apparently comfortable and stayed where she was. After the first 
feature, the lot thinned down to only five or six cars. It was an early 
X-rated 'Blue' movie. When I knew what it was, I asked Maki if she 
wanted to leave, but she said no, she wanted to see what these movies 
were about. As the movie started, she shifted about a little, so I put 
my arm around her and she seemed more comfortable. It was a really 
stupid flick. I don't remember much about it now, except it was called 
'Running Through the Jungle'. I vaguely remember two poorly done soft 
porn sex scenes, and the rest of it seemed to be about a bunch of 
people running naked in the woods, chasing, being chased, or just 
running. One of the worst scenes in the movie was some fat woman 
running through a clearing and slapping herself in the face with her 
own huge flopping tits. If I am not mixing it up with another movie, it 
ended with a nude wedding - the bride was pregnant and all of the males 
at the wedding lined up after to bang the new bride as the credits 
rolled. It was probably the stupidest feature I ever remember seeing, 
and I've seen some doozies (Hell, Amazon Women on the Moon and The 
Groove Tube were better - at least they pretended to have a plot, or 
plots). A few times during the movie I thought Maki had fallen asleep, 
but then she would have some reaction to one of the scenes and I'd know 
she was still awake. By the time the thing was over, I was wishing I 
hadn't been. 

     On the way back to the apartment, we'd discussed the movies. Maki 
liked the first feature though she thought it was dumb, the dialog 
didn't match the action. We had quite a discussion about how the 
soundtracks were redubbed into what someone 'thought' would sell to a 
US audience. Often killing whatever story there was. I told her that 
they were mostly just guy movies and I only went to see the fight 
sequences. She said she thought the second movie was just stupid and I 
agreed with her. We then discussed some of the other adult features 
which were out, and how most at least pretended to have a plot. 
(Actually, I talked about them. Maki just listened and asked if there 
were really some good ones out.) Then we talked about movies that had a 
decent plot, but how more and more directors thought they had to have a 
sex scene and flashing tits or it would not sell.

     On the way back, I'd stopped and bought a pizza. In the studio, I 
opened myself a beer and started digging out paper plates and napkins 
(I actually used cloth napkins back then). Maki had gone to use the 
bathroom and start the tub filling - I'd reminded her she should take a 
moisture bath. When she came out, she had stripped to her normal panty 
and T combination. I told her to get what she wanted for a drink and I 
went to the bathroom. When I arrived in the bathroom, Maki's pants and 
a pair of panties were draped over the shower rail. The crotches of 
both were damp. 

     Maki had chosen a beer for herself as well. I was turning on the 
stereo, when I saw Maki open the beer and take a sip. As she swallowed, 
I saw her visibly shiver, then hold the bottle away and look at it. It 
was obvious that she was having her first beer. I'd seen too many 
similar reactions in the past, not to recognize that 'first taste' 
reaction. Honestly, I have never much cared for beer myself, I prefer 
my Bourbon and Cokes, but wasn't planning on really drinking tonight. A 
beer did go well with pizza though and I thought one or two would help 
me to relax a little.      

     "If you don't want it," I said returning to my seat, "Get 
something else to drink. I'll finish that one when this one's gone. For 
most people, beer is an acquired taste. Some people wish they never 
had."

     "No, I'll drink it. It's not really a bad taste, just . . ."

     "Different?" I supplied.

     "Yes, different."

     "Be careful with it, though. If you are new to drinking or you are 
not used to it, its effects can sneak up on you quickly." I watched her 
while we ate. She dropped a little pizza on her shirt and into her lap 
as she ate, and I handed her a damp napkin to clean up a little. Each 
time she picked up her beer bottle and tipped it up for a drink, her 
shirt pulled tighter, making her nipples stand out more. What didn't 
help any, was that she wanted to talk more about adult movies. About 
the different types and what they were about. As we were nearing what I 
thought was the end of that subject, she asked about the women in the 
movie tonight, especially about their bodies. Dangerous ground. 

     Very dangerous if I was right about her being infatuated or in 
some way attracted to me. I didn't know exactly what her opinion of 
herself was, but I could imagine what she thought of as being major 
short-comings. Comparing herself to the other girls at school, both 
those of her own age, and even the other students in her own classes, 
there would be many. From her odd breasts, lack of a butt, and short 
height, to the scars she received in the accident which took her 
parents. As I thought of this, it was followed by another thought. 
Being ostracized by her family, made fun of by the other students, 
because of her voice, almost completely isolated probably both by 
circumstances and then, later, by choice, this was a young woman who'd 
had no real parental or adult guidance since age thirteen. I was sure, 
somehow, that emotionally I was dealing with the questions of a 
thirteen-year-old, trapped in a body with more advanced needs. She 
would have been reaching the age of advanced maturity questions for her 
mother and father when she lost them, and since then had little or no 
help at all. 

     Was I being looked at as an acceptable parental (or at least 
older-brother) replacement, for moral and emotional support and 
guidance? Or, was she seeing me as potential boyfriend and lover 
material? Was she seeing me as a possible teacher for all the questions 
that haven't been answered since her parents died? Thoughts and 
questions like this weren't helping, nor were they getting me anywhere 
except running in mental circles. I wished I could throw my hands up 
and scream 'help', but I couldn't. I was already in a type of corner. I 
had reached out the hand of a friend, and if I backed away from her, 
Maki might end up further into her shell, go deeper into hiding. I'd 
had some standard military courses in psychology and people handling, 
mostly leadership training classes. From them, and an intuitive sense 
I'd always had and trusted, I had already decided that I couldn't 
'back-off'. I also recognized that I didn't know enough psychology to 
try and 'use' it. 

     I would have to simply be a friend, accept things, somewhat, as 
they came, and talk to her about each changing situation as it came. I 
hoped to be able to provide much the same information a parent/big 
brother might, answer whatever questions there might be, and somehow 
keep this situation from exploding, for either of us. I honestly didn't 
think I could. I usually thought military and missions and guy getting 
laid thoughts. I didn't know if I could figure out the right things to 
say for 'women' questions. I didn't know (Hell, I still don't know) how 
women think.

     As I said, I had decided that I wouldn't run away from this. We 
talked until almost 2:00AM. She had three beers, and was looped. I'd 
had two and changed back to cokes. She weaved noticeably on her trips 
to the bathroom and everything was funny to her. She was a happy drunk 
tonight. I, however, was being conniving. I intentionally kept her up 
until she was yawning about every fifth word. Then I made up the bed. 

     We talked about the bodies of the people in the movie and I'd seen 
her getting a little frustrated so I asked her to come right out and 
ask what she wanted to know. I told her that guys were dumb that way 
and it took a very direct question to learn what she wanted to know. 
After hemming and hawing, she asked a question and I refused to answer 
it. "I can see in your face that you're not asking what you want to 
know, try again. Say it right out." She thought for a minute, opened 
her mouth and closed it again, thought some more and finally asked 
another question. Again I refused to answer. "Too general a question. 
You're asking around whatever it is you really want to know. Be honest 
with yourself, and with me. Think about it, and ask a very specific, 
direct question." 

     It took only ten seconds before she dropped her head and said, "Am 
I ugly?" 

     "Good, very direct and to the point. No, you are not ugly, far 
from it. Now, what makes you ask that question? Tell me what makes you 
think you are ugly." It all came out. All the imagined short comings 
and disfigurements of her body. We'd spent the last hour talking about 
it. She'd become very animated for a while as we talked, drinking her 
last beer in about fifteen minutes time. When we were done, the 
exchange seemed to have helped her.

     I told her that it was time for bed, then headed for the john. I 
took my time, taking almost twenty minutes before I returned to the 
main room. As I hoped, she was out, snoring softly when I got in bed. 
Turning out the light, I went to sleep. I felt it had been a good day, 
over all.

          * * * * *
    
     I was slow waking up. I was in one of those wonderful dreams that 
a guy just wants to live with for a while. You know the one guys, an 
unrequited High School love. Back then I was the puppy licking at her 
heals, I was the one with the tented pants and drool in my lap every 
time I looked at her, and she didn't have the time of day for me. In my 
dream she would do anything for me. She had done a slow exotic and 
sensual strip tease. Each time I reached for her she had pushed my arms 
back down onto the chair I was sitting in, saying that I would enjoy it
more waiting. After her strip, she crouched over my thigh, continuing a 
slow erotic grind. Slowly grinding her pussy into my hairy thigh until 
she brought herself off, her perfect body and exquisite tits only 
inches from my face and mouth. My thigh was soaked with her juices. We 
had just moved to the point where I was slowly rubbing her beautiful 
pussy lips with the center two fingers of my left hand, and her small 
perfect hand was lightly circling my heavy cock, holding it for a few 
moments in preparation for a slow 'jack.' Her pussy was drooling and my 
palm was full of her fluids. As my fingers touched her clitoris, her 
hand tightened painfully on my cock . . . and I woke up.

     I wasn't in Michigan. I wasn't with Sarah. I was on my back in a 
sofa bed in California. My 16-year-old neighbor was laying half on top 
of me. In my sleep, it was her naked pussy I was slowly rubbing. It was 
her hand grasping my cock, it was sticking out through the fly of my 
underwear. My hand 'was' filled with her juices and my thigh 'was' 
soaked. She was lightly growling in her throat as she slept. I hadn't 
yet stopped my fingers (Hell, I 'was' still waking up and it 'did' feel 
so good), her muff was cupped in my palm and as my fingers slowly slid 
down her wet pussy I brushed her distended clit. She shuddered, 
spilling more of her juices into my palm and down my leg. Now I was 
awake and I froze. Carefully yet gently, I removed her hand from my 
cock and moved from under her. Stuffing myself back into my briefs. I 
stepped to the kitchen counter and plugged in the coffee pot. Then it 
was off to the bathroom, grabbing clean clothes as I went. A sit on the 
toilet, two aspirin, another slow jack during a shower and I wasn't 
going to embarrass myself walking out. 

     She didn't hear me coming. She was on her back, under the covers, 
with her eyes closed. the covers above her crotch were slowly bouncing 
up and down. After a few seconds, she shuddered and tensed. Stepping 
back into the hallway and opening and closing a drawer rather loudly, I 
waited a about ten seconds before I stepped back out into the main 
room. She was sitting on the far side of the bed, pulling her T-shirt 
into place. Standing to slide on her panties, I noticed how wet and 
shiny were the insides of her upper thighs and buttocks. I flipped on 
the power switch for the stereo and walked into the kitchen for coffee. 
The bathroom door closed so, cup in hand I moved to the bed and 
stripped the bedding. The blankets were okay, but the sheets and 
mattress pad were soaked. Without thought, I raised the sheet to my 
nose and sniffed deeply. It smelled wonderful. 

     Everything put away, the sheets in the dirty clothes bag and the 
bed folded back into a sofa I started making pancakes and sausage for 
breakfast. I was starting the bacon when I decided on scrambled eggs 
and reached for a bowl and four eggs. Ten minutes later, I was putting 
the first of the food on the table when Maki came out of the bathroom, 
hair up in a towel and dressed in fresh undies. It was almost 9:00 AM 
before breakfast and dishes were done. Maki and I went down together to 
see Brewster and ask about the repairs. I took my checkbook with me - 
might as well pay my rent while I'm there.

     Brewster answered the door and invited us in for coffee. His wife 
was finishing the last of their dishes when we arrived and soon joined 
us at the table. Over dishes we discussed the problems with Maki's 
apartment and the necessary repairs. Brewster's brother was coming at 
noon and they were going to repair the picture window and door framing. 
The old mattress would be removed and disposed of, and mouse baits were 
going to be spread around the apartment in case there were any live 
ones loose in the apartment. The problem items were the bedding and the 
heat. 

     The heating and cooling company Maki's uncle insisted he deal with 
was promising Wednesday, but might not make it until Friday. Brewster 
'could' buy a new mattress for her to use, but he had already bought a 
new sofa bed at a discount warehouse on the North side of town. It was 
a 'second', it had a glitch in the material on the back of the sofa. 
Except for that, he was guaranteed that it was in perfect condition. 
He'd also gotten it at a forty percent discount because of it. It was 
being delivered Tuesday. Since she wouldn't be able to use the 
apartment before then, because of the heating problem, and since there 
was no room for a second mattress in my place, not once the bed was 
folded out, he'd decided not to buy a new twin mattress. What he had 
done instead, was buy a brand new double size mattress for my sofa bed. 

     For my part, I told him that I'd checked with the 'loaner closet' 
on the base, and because of the cold snap, all of the loaner space 
heaters, cots and mattresses were out on loan. So, we would be sharing 
the apartment for up to a further week. 'Maki and I really had to have 
a talk,' I thought as we talked. 

     I reached for my checkbook and said, "While I'm here, I might as 
well pay next month's rent, so I'll have it out of the way." 

     "No, you don't need to. Because of all your help and the present 
inconveniences, you are getting a free months rent." Looking at Maki he 
said, "Your Uncle pitched a fit when I told him we needed to do that 
for Ray. He wanted to fight it, but relented when I told him he'd not 
only lose Ray as a tenant, but I'd quit as Manager also. He finally 
came around."

     "That really wasn't necessary," I put in. "I would have done the 
same for anyone. I've known frostbite and even saw someone who froze to 
death, once. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. My only real fear is 
others reactions to the situation. Innocent or not, people have a very 
nasty habit of always thinking and saying the worst. I don't know the 
law here in California, but back home, she'd be a minor 'consent wise' 
until she's 18. The whole thing is touchy as hell, and I don't want any 
of us to have problems because of it."

     Mrs. Brewster chose that moment to add her two cents, "No one 
thinks any such thing, Ray. The only people who know anything are your 
fellow tenants, and they all think it's a great thing you are doing. I 
have noticed you don't seem to get along with the gay couple in 3-D, 
but even they think it's a good thing. So, you don't need to worry 
about what people will think or say. You also don't need to be 
concerned about statutory laws in California. Age of consent here is 
16, though that's not a license to start bringing in High School 
girls," she added with a grin.

     "One last thing, Maki's Uncle knows she's been taken in, 
temporarily, by another tenant, but not who the tenant is, nor your sex 
- it hasn't come up. Maki, 'if' you ever do talk to your relatives, it 
was either Cathy or one of the older couples who took you in, hear?"

     "Yes, Ma'am." 

     We made our thanks for the coffee and were seeing ourselves to the 
door when Brewster piped up from the table, "Maki, I want to tell you 
something, and I want you to remember it. I've never said it to you 
before, and I probably never will again. Write it down, if you have to, 
so you will remember. When you turn 21, and inherit, you are going to 
be one very well off young woman. The day you sign the papers, you 
should talk to your accountant and hire a lawyer. Your Uncle is an 
asshole, plain and simple. I also don't think he's as smart as he 
thinks he is. Get a lawyer and have an audit done on everything that 
has happened since your parents died. If your Uncle has been stealing 
from you, like I think he has, you can sue him for it. You can also sue 
him for the way he's treated you since. Your accountant should know a 
good lawyer, and a good lawyer can advise you. Remember I said that."

     "Yes sir, I will."

     We were back in the apartment, listening to the radio (it was 
Sunday morning and the only thing on TV was religious programming - 
Cable hadn't been invented yet) and I was thinking about having an 
extra $75.00 in my pocket and what I could do with it, when I saw Maki 
shiver from the corner of my eye. Any thoughts I had for a new TV or 
stereo went right out the window. Maki had been silent since our return 
and though that was often the case, I felt she was thinking of 
something she wanted to ask. I stood up, taking both coffee cups and 
took them to the sink. Maki watched me with a question on her face 
since her cup was still half full. When I stepped back into the room I 
said, "I have an idea. Get your clothes on and meet me at the car. I'm 
going down to start it warming and scrape the windows."

     "Are you sure you want me along? I mean, if you have something to 
do . . ."

     "'We' have something to do," I said gathering my coat and heading 
for the door. "After you dress, gather all of the dirty clothes. We 
might as well do laundry while we're out, too. That's 'all' the 
clothes, yours and mine." She was still sitting and just looking at me 
while I moved, so I added, "You have five minutes, then I'm leaving and 
you'll miss the surprise!" Then I was out the door and heading down the 
stairs. I had actually expected it to take her ten minutes, but she 
actually made it in four - I was still scrapping windows. She put my 
laundry bag in the back seat and jumped in. When I got behind the 
wheel, she was bent forward tying her shoes. 

     "Where are we going?" she asked.

     "If I told you that, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it? 
Trust me, you'll like it." We were silent as I turned off the radio and 
put a tape in my 8-Track player. The smooth sounds of the Carpenters 
soon filled the car. Back in Rancho Cordova I knew of a shopping center 
with a discount children's wear shop. There was also a Woolworth's 
department store there and a Der Weinerschnitzle's in the parking lot. 
Behind the stores, was a coin-op Laundry I'd used before. 

     I was starting to automatically head for the Interstate, when I 
thought of Maki. From what I'd gathered, we would have passed the very 
spot where her parents had died, so I decided to take the back roads 
out. After a few minutes of just listening to the music, I glanced at 
Maki and said, "Maki. In the apartment, you looked like you had 
something you wanted to ask. What was it?"

     "I was trying to think of some way to ask you, but I can't think 
of a good way to ask what I want to know. I'd mostly decided not to."

     "Remember what I told you last night. I do not offend easily, and 
I will always try to answer an honest question with an honest answer. 
If I don't want to answer a question, or I think it is none of your 
business, I will tell you. You don't ever need to be afraid to ask a 
question. Asking questions is how we learn. Just think before you ask, 
If you want to know if I like something, don't ask if I like the color, 
ask If I like 'it'. If you want to know how old I am, don't ask what my 
birthday is, Okay?"

     "I had kind of forgotten."

     "You were on your way to getting drunk last night when we did most 
of our talking." She blushed a little at that. "Did you have a question 
you wanted to ask me?"

     "Yes, but let me think about it for a minute." We drove in silence 
for a minute or two before Maki said, "I can't think if I will be 
asking this right or not, I don't understand all of what Mrs. Brewster 
was saying, and I want to. You said my age was going to make trouble 
for you and she mentioned statues. What was all that?"

     "Not statues," I said, chuckling. "We were talking about 
'statutes' a fancy word for laws. We weren't trying to talk past or 
around you. To help you understand, I am going to have to explain 
things very plainly. The only way I know of to say this, is flat out, 
as simply as I can, but I have a question for you first, do you know 
what the term 'Statutory Rape' means?" She did, vaguely. For the next 
fifteen minutes, as I drove, I explained statutory rape, age of 
consent, and the fact that even 'if' the girl or boy willingly 
consented to sex, even if she or he wanted and desired sex with the 
other person, if that other person was an adult and the girl or boy was 
under the age of consent, then the adult was guilty of 'rape' under the 
law. I also explained that in most courts, there didn't need to be any 
physical evidence of sex. 

     When it came to statutory rape, especially if pedophillia was 
involved, often all it took to convict (especially when it was an adult 
male and a minor - Adult females and minors, back then, required more 
proof) was one persons word that they 'knew' a sex act had taken place. 
At the end of it all, we discussed what my concerns were for both our 
reputations, for my potential military career, and what could happen to 
either or both of us if someone reported to her Uncle that she was 
sharing a bed with an adult male, and a 'Horny GI' to boot. "But, in 
the end, it all comes down to this. I won't . . . 'can't' throw you 
out. In the end, I don't give a rats ass what people will think, or 
will say. You are welcome exactly where you are until your place is fit 
to live in."

     "What was that Mrs. Brewster said about the statutes?" asked Maki.

     I had hoped she wouldn't remember that, or at least wouldn't bring 
it up. "She said that you are old enough, under California state laws 
to decide who's bed you will sleep in, when you will sleep with them, 
and if you wish to have sex with them or not. Providing they agree and 
also wish to have sex. But, even though you are legally of age, your 
Uncle or someone else could cause quite a stink about things if they 
wanted to, no matter what is or isn't happening. That is one reason I 
was very happy when Mrs. Brewster said that your Uncle didn't know what 
sex your 'helpful neighbor' is."

     "Oh." 

     We drove on in silence for most of the remaining ten minutes of 
the trip. The silence was only broken once, when Maki turned to me and 
asked, "Ray, would you want to have sex with me?" Why did I 'know' that 
was coming?

     "Let's not go there now, Maki. We are almost to where we're going, 
and this is definitely not a subject to discuss in public. I'm also 
just not prepared to talk about it right now. Maybe later some time."

     She was very quiet after that and we rode in silence until I 
parked in the shopping center lot. Leading the way, we walked into the 
children's clothing store. I walked back to the boys section and found 
some Levis in sizes 8 and 10 boys and handed them to her. "Go try these 
on. Tell me which one's fit best." She looked at me questioningly for a 
moment then around us at the other people.

     "Look, I have extra money this month, because of the free rent. 
You forget, I've seen your clothes, most of your jeans are getting real 
thin and won't last much longer. So, I am going to buy you some 
clothes. One of the reasons I brought you here, is that no one will 
know you, you will probably never see any of them again. We are in a 
different school district so no classmates will be around. I brought 
you here so you could talk while we shop. If you have a question, or 
don't like the style, talk, tell me so. Okay?"

     "Okay, But . . ."

     "No buts! What I need you to do, right now, is go in the changing 
room and tell me if either of those fit, or wear them out, one at a 
time, and show them off for me, all right?"

     "All right," she said moving towards a changing booth. She came 
out wearing each pair individually, the 10s fit but were baggy and 
loose, like most of what she wore now. The 8s also fit, and looked like 
they were form-fitted to her ass and waist. For each pair I went 
through the same routine, walking slowly around her and checking the 
fit here and there. I had not paid any attention to the length of 
either pair, and it showed. the 10s had been too long, and the 8s were 
shorter than even girls usually wore them. As I walked around her, I 
noticed that were I to pull the least bit harder, I could have pulled 
the 10s right over her hips and down. While examining the 8s I asked, 
"Can you breath okay in these? Are they cutting off your circulation at 
all?" 

     "I can breath fine, but they were a little hard to close and zip 
up. In the mirror they looked like I painted them on. My other pants 
aren't this tight, but I've never shopped in the boys section before." 
At the sound of her voice, a woman in the next aisle looked up and 
looked closely at us. I saw her looking at the scars on Maki's neck.

     When I spoke again, I chose my words as much for the woman as for 
Maki, "Well, Sis, you were telling me about the troubles at school. If 
you want to fit in a little better, and especially if you want to 
attract a boy, you need to dress more like they do, you also need to 
advertise a little." Maki blushed, but had also noticed the woman and 
didn't comment. She went back to the changing room and I pulled a 
slightly longer pair of 8s from the rack. Knocking on the door I passed 
them to her for trial and took the others back to the rack. When she 
came out I was impressed. The last pair was more pegged than the 
earlier pairs had been, and they ended perfectly in the middle of her 
ankle. I picked three pair from the rack as she changed back. A pair of 
black and blue in the pegged style. I also selected an inch longer pair 
in flared style. With the pair she was changing out of, that was four. 

     Then it was off to girls blouses and boys shirts. I actually liked 
the fit of a couple of boys shirts better, but with the buttons on the 
wrong side it was awkward for her. We added three blouses to the haul. 
We added half a dozen matching panty and T-shirts to the haul, two sets 
in lacy nylon. Half a dozen pair of socks in different colors, 
completed the haul. We were on our way to the checkout when I noticed 
the brassieres and had an idea. I quickly guess-timated her size and 
added four to the basket. Maki raised an eyebrow but, at my grin, said 
nothing. Dropping our purchases in the car, our next stop was 
Woolworth's. When we got in the door, I sent Maki to find herself two 
robes, a heavy winter weight robe that would reach her ankles and a 
light weight summer robe, knee to mid-calf length in a thinner 
material. I told her to meet me in bedding after she found what she 
liked.

    My first stop was at the women's lingerie counter. After explaining 
exactly what I wanted, she showed me a selection of installable 
brassier pads. I found a style that looked like the right size and 
wouldn't need much modification, and bought six, and thought to buy a 
mesh dainties bag for the laundry. In bedding, I quickly chose a 
blanket, a light quilt, two sets of double sheets and a new pillow. 
Maki joined me there and we went to a counter and paid for our 
selections.

    Back in the car I handed her a small pocket knife and she started 
removing all of the purchase tags as I drove around to the Laundromat.
The next two hours were spent washing, drying and folding clothes. On 
the way out, we stopped at the Der Weinerschnitzel drive-thru and I 
bought each of us chili dogs, onion rings and a pop. 

     As we were driving back to Sacramento, I spotted a yard sale with 
two full tables of books for sale, and I stopped. I'm always in the 
market for new books to read, but when I looked, they weren't really my 
taste, mostly romances. But while I was looking I did find three 
cookbooks, little ones about quickie meals and cooking for two meals. 
At fifty cents each, I bought all three. Maki was looking at some of 
the romances, but obviously didn't know what to choose. I didn't 
either. A woman and two teen girls were running the sale. I approached 
one of the girls and asked her to dig out five of her most favorite and 
I'd buy them. 


    * * * * *

     Back at the apartment, we set all of the bags on the floor in 
front of the sofa, digging around I handed Maki a pair of brown jeans 
and told her to put them on. She stripped hers off and put the new ones 
on without leaving the room. As she did, I went to the kitchen and dug 
out two beers. When I came back, I handed Maki a beer saying, "Only one 
each," then handed her all three blouses and told her to try all three 
of them on with the brown pants. As she did each, she'd slowly turn in 
front of me, showing the results and then I'd send her to the full 
length mirror in the bathroom, to see for herself. After each, Maki was 
coming back into the living room and hugging my neck. After the third 
hug, I told her she would be trying on all three shirts again with each 
of the four pairs of pants we'd bought. If she continued to hug me 
after each and every look, she was going to break my neck. She laughed, 
but said she'd wait. She did wonder why she was doing this. 

     "Combinations," I said. "When we were shopping, I tried to pick 
earth tones and more neutral colors. So almost any shirt would be 
wearable with them. The blouses, I also tried to choose so that they 
would mix and match with any of the pants we bought. That's why I 
didn't let you buy that one blouse you liked. It didn't really match 
the pants, and really only would have worked with the black. I want you 
to see what they look like with all the different pants, so you can 
decide what you think works and what doesn't. . . . Stop!" I had 
noticed something. "Turn sideways to me, Maki." She did, and as she 
turned I could see the outline of her bush, even through the jeans. 
"Damn!" I said. "I never thought of that."

     "What, What's wrong?" asked Maki, looking down and trying to see 
what I was seeing. I asked her to go look in the mirror, at different 
distances and angles to see if she could see what I did. I wasn't 
completely sure that I wasn't imagining it. Maki didn't see anything. I 
asked her to stay dressed as she was for a few minutes as I thought.

     Finally, I looked at her and said, "Can you stand being displayed 
and embarrassed a little?"

     "How, why?"

     "I'm sorry, but I need a second opinion about this. I can't be 
sure I am seeing what I think I am seeing. I want to go and get Cathy. 
She was in her apartment when we came up. You can show off your new 
clothes and we can both get her opinion about what we bought and what 
may be needed. Do you mind?"

     "Not if you think it's necessary. You've only ever been kind and 
tried to help me, so it's okay."

     "Do you talk to Cathy?"

     "I've said 'Hi', but that's all."

     "Well, it's up to you if you talk or not, but you will need to try 
and do everything I ask you to, all right?"

     "Okay," she said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. 

     "I won't be mean, and I won't ask for anything I don't think is 
necessary." 

     I went to Cathy's door and told her I definitely needed a woman's 
opinion. I asked her to come to my studio to tell me if she saw 
something I thought I saw. I offered her a beer if she would help. That 
clinched it. As we walked the few steps to the apartment and she seated 
herself on the sofa I explained that she was going to witness a fashion 
show. I told her about my free month's rent and how I'd decided that 
Maki needed a few things more than I needed a new television or stereo, 
and about our shopping trip. Handing her a beer I sat on the other end 
of the sofa and Maki stood in the center of the room and slowly turned, 
showing off her new clothes. She changed to each of the new blouses in 
turn, and slowly turned after putting on each. Maki had turned her back 
each time she tucked in a new blouse. She took another pair of pants and 
went into the bathroom to change into them. When she came out, She 
was wearing the hip-hugger flares I'd chosen and I thought they made it 
even more obvious. As Maki turned in front of us, I asked Cathy If she'd 
noticed anything.

     "Well, there seems to be a very obvious panty line in the fronts, 
but not so noticeable in the back. Is that what you meant?"

     "That's it," I said. "But it's not a panty line. I had to check 
Maki pretty thoroughly for frostbite the other night. I can assure you 
that is not a panty line."

     "Well, if it's not a panty line, what is . . . Oh."

     "Yes, maam," I said. "I thought that is what I was seeing, and I'm 
not prepared to deal with it myself. I don't know women's fashions well 
enough to decide if it should be pruned back or not." It was about that 
time that Maki realized exactly what we were talking about. The blush 
started at the neck of her blouse and went all the way to the top of 
her head. "Cathy, I came for you because I have no idea how to advise 
Maki on this, and I don't think I should. I was hoping that you might 
be able to tell her about any plusses or minuses and maybe help her 
with whatever."

     "This was the main reason for me being here?"

     "This, and possibly advising Maki about accessories, or what works 
best with what. I'm definitely not qualified for that, either. You can 
use my bathroom, or your room, or even talk in the kitchen. I promise, 
that if I hear any great female secrets, I won't hear them."

     Cathy looked at me for a moment before turning to Maki saying, "Do 
you know what we are talking about, Maki?" She nodded, again blushing 
though less severely. "Can you take me in the bathroom and 'show' me 
what we are talking about, or would it embarrass you too much?" Maki 
did another blush but turned and started walking towards the bathroom. 

     "Maki," I said softly. She stopped and looked at me. Cathy, half 
standing also paused. "I'm not asking you to do this, but you should 
think about talking to Cathy. She likes you, a lot. She won't laugh or 
make fun of you. Besides, it really would be good if you had a woman to 
talk to as well. There are many things she could tell you about that I 
can't. Women and men really 'don't' think the same. It will also give 
you another friend you can turn to for help. Again, I'm not asking you 
to. Whatever you decide should be your choice. Just tell me you will 
think about it." She nodded and both went into the bathroom together.

     I was digging myself out a coke when I heard a soft 'Jesus 
Christ!' from the bathroom. I turned up the stereo. They came out after 
20 minutes, and both were laughing. Cathy looked at me as she ducked 
under the door frame and said "I can see why you wanted my opinion. I 
really do think that things could be trimmed back a little. Though I'm 
sure," and here she stared directly into my eyes a wide smile on her 
face, "you would have been able to handle the situation diplomatically. 
You are also right, in that I do like this girl," as she turned and 
looked down at Maki, "I like her a lot. Now that we are talking, I 
think we'll be even better friends. As she sat back down on the sofa, I 
handed her a second beer. The can almost disappeared in her hand.

     "Yes, I think I could have handled the explanations easily enough, 
but if she needs any practical help, I'm not sure how feasible it would 
have been. I'd walk with a limp for a week, if I did." Cathy almost 
choked on her beer, and a faint pink blush showed on her cheeks. The 
comment went right over Maki's head. 

     "I thought that might be it," she said with a knowing look. "But, 
I'm not sure I have anything that will do the job. I simply use 'Nair' 
on everything myself."

     "Just a minute," I said, rising and moving to the closets. I came 
back with my 'extras' box and opened it. Cathy raised an eyebrow as she 
looked inside. "My extras box," I explained. When I find things on sale 
or at a good deal, I will often buy two, three or four of them. It will 
usually get me through until they are on sale again. I also keep things 
like this," I said pulling a small zipper case from under other items, 
"in here." Unzipping the case I opened it to reveal a small haircutting 
outfit. Clippers and an assortment of attachments. There were also 
combs and a sharp pair of scissors. Cathy had a questioning look and 
Maki, beside me, started blushing again. 

     Looking at Maki I said, "I am not trying to embarrass you here, 
Maki. Just being a little helpful." To Cathy I said, "Sometimes I 
forget my haircuts, If I know there is going to be an inspection, or 
when an inspection team shows up on base unexpectedly, I'll touch up my 
own haircut. Now, the question is, can Maki do the job herself, does 
she want someone to do it for her the first time, or would she prefer 
to do it but be supervised, the first time? Another question also needs 
to be asked; Can Cathy do it for her, or supervise her if that's what 
she wants. Maki knows where the razor and things are, or there's always 
the option of Cathy's Nair for final touching up. From here, Ladies, 
I'm gonna stay out of this!!" With that said I moved towards the 
kitchen. 

     Realizing it was almost 5:30 I said back over my shoulder, "Could 
I interest anyone in some pork chops and fried potatoes with onions?" I 
heard two resounding "Yes'" and started digging for my potato peeler. 
When the clippers started and interfered with the Stereos radio 
reception, I changed the setting and put in a cassette tape.

    * * * * *


When they finally finished, Maki stood in the middle of the room and 
again did a slow spin for me, striking a few poses she said, "Better?"

     "Maki, I had no complaints before, or now. But it looked like you 
were wearing quilted underwear. I didn't want you getting more jokes at 
school. I just thought that a woman's voice was needed." 

     She came over and hugged me, saying, "Thank you."

     "Now Maki, I need you to do something for me. I'm going to move 
the table into the living room. we need a third chair. Can you get your 
dining chair for me?" She smiled and bounced across the room for her 
shoes and coat. I picked up the rest of the bags from the floor and 
moved them to the closet. I took Maki's new robe and hung it in the 
bathroom. Then carried my small table into the middle of the room. I 
had a single TV tray and stood that next to the table. With three place 
settings and the condiments on that small table, there was no room for 
the food. Cathy started digging through my cupboards and setting the 
table. She was looking for paper napkins so I showed her where I kept 
the cloth ones. 

     As she was doing this she said, "You know that little girl has one 
hell of a crush on you."

     "I thought so," I replied. "It's another reason I wanted to get 
her talking to you. It really hit me, yesterday, that she's had no real 
guidance or help since her parents died. She's gone through much of her 
puberty without being able to get her questions answered. With her 
family shutting her out, and the other kids at school simply making fun 
of her all the time, she's had no one. By being openly friendly, I was 
like a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. She's a young woman 
with needs and no guidance or experience. She's buried a thousand 
questions along the way, I'm sure. They are soon going to start coming 
out in a rush and I don't think I will be qualified to answer a lot of 
them. I'll always do what I can, but there's going to be a lot that 
needs a woman's touch."

     She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for thinking of 
me. I think she's a great girl, though, there are going to be questions 
I may not be qualified for either. Thanks to my height, I was also 
pretty much on the outside of things in school. Boyfriends and lovers 
for me have been very few and far between. But, I'll help as I can. I 
better go wash up."

     When Maki came in I was setting the food on the TV tray. As she 
set up the chair I said, "Maki, I know you're not going to wear your 
new pants when you eat. I put your new robe in the bathroom. You can 
take your blouse and pants off to put it on, or pull it on over what 
you wear. Your choice. Before you say it, I know it's new. I bought it 
so you could wear it while eating, and so you'd have something warmer 
for sitting around in these drafty rooms. All right?"

     "All right, Ray. I'll go put it on." When we sat to eat, Cathy 
commented on Maki's robe and Maki again explained her financial woes 
and how she feared staining or ruining her clothes, especially her new 
clothes. After dinner we broke out some board games I had and played 
Sorry, Parcheesi and finally Yahtzee until after 10:00PM. Cathy who had 
been drinking beer straight through finally called a halt, saying that 
she had an early class followed by a doctors appointment the following 
morning. She didn't appear the least tipsy as she left. Maki, on the 
other hand insisted, once Cathy was gone, on finishing her modeling 
show, including all of her panty sets. After the final set, she took a 
shower and came out wearing her robe. Standing in the middle of the 
room, she distracted me from the late news and pulled open her robe, 
flashing me and saying, "Well, what do you think?" It took me a moment 
to realize she was talking about the trim on her bush. 

     Intentionally, I stared at her body for over a minute before 
responding. They had thinned it back to the point that her skin showed 
through the curls. it had been trimmed back on the sides to a straight 
wide 'V'. The hair above her thighs was gone, as was the thin tracery 
of belly hair that had run up to just below her navel. Pausing as long 
as I did, a pink blush spread across her chest. Her aureole darkened 
and swelled. Her long nipples thickened visibly, becoming darker and 
more rigid, extending from what appeared their 'at rest' length of 
about an inch and a half to over two inches. She was standing with her 
legs slightly parted, the trim and cleaning job had made her thick 
pussy lips even more prominent. It also made her massive clitoris more 
obvious. At rest, it looked to be a little over half an inch thick and 
extended maybe a quarter inch beyond it's sheath. As I stared, the lips 
thickened slightly and darkened to a rich reddish-brown. The clitoris 
itself thickened almost a quarter inch and at least half an inch more 
slid out of it's sheath. A single drop of liquid formed at the juncture 
of her pussy lips and clung there. As the skin of her chest and stomach 
had flushed pink, the jagged scar across her stomach became more 
prominent. Finally, I looked into her eyes and said one word, 
"Perfect."

     Her smile was radiant. She closed her robe and sat beside me on 
the sofa. She seemed content there for a few minutes, but soon I 
noticed her face assume her 'thinking' look. After a few minutes of 
thought, looking first at her lap, then my face, and back to her lap, 
repeatedly, she finally built her courage. "Ray?"

     "Yes Maki?"

     "Cathy and I were talking earlier." She paused and I was silent, 
waiting. I didn't think she needed prompting, and a joking remark was 
not called for, it would have interfered with the moment. "We were 
talking in the bathroom, while we did this," she waved her hand over 
her lap. She answered many questions for me, and said she thought you 
would say 'yes' to what I am going to ask. But she said I should wait a 
week or two before asking. But I'm afraid to wait, I don't want to 
wait. . ." she trailed off. Again I simply waited. Looking at her. Not 
encouraging her, but not dissuading her either. 

     Finally after long minutes of staring into her own lap, and 
picking at her own fingers, she asked, "Will you teach me about making 
love?"

     "No." I started simply. Her head jerked up and looked into my 
eyes, tears already forming in her own. Before she could say anything, 
before her tears really started to flow, I continued. "Don't break down 
yet, I'm not finished. Don't take my first word for the whole answer." 
She looked so cute when she looked that puzzled. 

     "Maki, I haven't lied to you yet, and I won't start now. I will 
not teach you about making love, 'but' . . . I will teach you about 
sex. Making love is what you do with the person you expect to spend the 
rest of you life with. Making love is what you do when you are trying 
to make a baby. Sex, is what two people who care about each other can 
do to make one another feel really good. Sex can be really, really 
good, if it is done with care and love. It can help you relax, it can 
fulfill certain needs, and it can bring two people closer together. It 
can be slow, soft and gentle, or hard and fast and wild. In some cases, 
it can be over in minutes, or it can last for hours. If it's forced or 
coerced or done in spite, it can be one of the most harmful acts one 
person can do to another. If it's freely given by both parties, it can 
be one of the most beautiful things two people can do together."

     "I won't teach you about making love, because you have to know, 
right here, right now, that I won't always be here. I won't always be a 
part of your life. You know that I am in the military?" She nodded. 
"Well, the military moves people around, a lot. I could be here only a 
few months, or I could be here a few years. But, eventually, the 
military will move me again. When they tell me to go, I must go. It's 
part of the contract I signed with them. I have been at a location for 
as little as six months, the longest I have been anywhere has been two 
years. I am saying this because I want you to realize, right up front, 
that eventually I will receive orders and will leave, and you can't go 
with me." 

     "As long as I am here, I will be your friend, if you'll let me. As 
long as I am here, I will try and help you, if I can and if you'll let 
me. I don't want to hurt you, but I want to be honest with you. I don't 
want either of us building a relationship or friendship based on a 
false hope or a lie. If you need time to think about what I've said, 
you should take it. Think about it and decide, then ask your question 
again." I kissed her forehead and moved to the kitchen for a beer. 
Opened it, took one drink and headed for the bathroom. I started the 
shower and cleaned up. Shaved my face and brushed my teeth, dressed and 
returned to the main room.

     When I walked in, Maki had pulled out and made up the bed, with 
the new bedding we'd bought earlier. She was laying atop the new quilt 
wearing only one of her new pair of panties. Her aureole were very dark 
and swollen to well over an inch in depth. Her nipples were easily half 
an inch thick, fully three inches long and rigid as little flag poles. 
Through her panties I could see a knob shape that had to be over an 
inch-and-a-half long. This girl was ready. When I came in she looked 
from the TV to me, smiled and said, "Ray?"

     "Yes, Maki."

     "Will you teach me about sex?"

     "Yes, Maki. I will teach you about sex. But not tonight."

     "Not tonight? Why not tonight?" I heard a disappointment in her 
voice. It seemed as I watched that some of the rigidity left her 
nipples and they seemed to lose just a bit of their length. 

     "A couple of reasons, really. I was thinking about it during my 
shower and I thought you would ask me again. I decided I need something 
before we start. In the back of my closet, in another box, I have six 
or seven old 8mm dirty movies. They show everything, as it happens. 
Most are simply Fuck flicks, showing different sex acts and positions. 
One is actually kind of romantic, and the last one is pure rape, very 
brutal and very violent. I think it is a movie made of an actual rape, 
as it happened. It is probably an illegal film, but I haven't bothered 
to get rid of any of them yet. You and I are going to watch them."

     "Can't we watch them now?"

     "No, my movie projector and some other things were destroyed when 
I moved here. Someone dropped a crate during shipment. Tomorrow, we'll 
visit the pawn and thrift shops and see if we can find one. If not, 
we'll go to the base, I can get one in the Base Exchange. Until then, I 
want you to think about it. Think about what is coming, anticipate it. 
Read one of your romance novels. You will end up even hornier than you 
are now."

     She grinned and said, "I don't think that's possible. I've never 
had sex. But I've thought about it a lot, and since you came here, it 
seems to be all I think about. Cathy told me the same thing earlier."

     "She did, did she?," I said, thoughtfully. "But tell me, you said 
you hadn't had sex, you're a virgin, then."

     She looked puzzled for a few seconds as she said, "I'm not really 
sure. The Doctor and nurse at the hospital, told me that I lost my 
hymen in the accident, and that things were so damaged I would never 
have children. Another nurse said even without it I was still a virgin, 
but the textbooks in biology said that losing her hymen, her maidenhead 
was the end of virginity in young females. It's so confusing I just 
don't know." As she spoke, she moved into a sitting position on the 
bed, crossing her legs under herself and resting her arms on her knees. 
This girl was definitely not bashful, or she'd just never really been 
told differently. 

     "Okay, I think I can clear that up for you. The hymen has been 
technically accepted as the sign of a girls virginity, through most of 
history. But, hymens do break through accidents, sports or play. A girl 
is still a virgin until she has sex with another person. If you 
haven't, then you are still a virgin. Do you masturbate?"

     "I know what that is. Yes, . . . no . . . I don't know, probably."

     "That sounds like your answer to virginity. Is there something 
that you do which gives you an orgasm and makes you feel better? You 
don't have to use your fingers or hands, or put anything into 
yourself."

     "Then, yes, I think I do. There is a trick I do that makes me feel 
better some times. I can't explain it, but I can show you." Without 
waiting for an answer, Maki shifted further down the bed and laid on 
her back. She was looking squarely into my eyes as she shifted her 
position so her feet were pointing to where I was still standing. As I 
watched, she raised her feet over her head, bringing her knees down the 
mattress on either side of her head. Her arms came between her legs and 
around her butt to her lower back. Slowly she spread her knees and legs 
and rolled lower onto her back. Raising her head until her face came 
into view and she could look into my eyes again, over her butt. A large 
wet streak was showing through her panties. Then, three things happened 
at once. 

     Her legs spread about another eight inches, her arms flexed and 
her hips 'shifted' forward, as if she was double jointed dropping to 
within three inches of her face. Looking directly into my eyes, she 
stretched her neck forward and clamped her teeth on her own clitoris. 
Immediately she started to shiver and quake on the bed. The intensity 
of the shivers increased. Only her toes on her widely spread legs held 
her in position. Her eyes never left mine. 

     After twenty or thirty seconds, she pulled lightly at herself with 
her teeth and then bit down harder. A massive shudder went through her 
and her facial features relaxed, though she didn't change or relax her 
position. Her eyes became even more intent as she looked into mine. 
Then suddenly she released herself, bringing her feet back down and 
laying on her back. Her legs and arms appeared limp as they lay on the 
bed. She was breathing hard and her body was still shivering, almost 
continuously. Slowly, during the following minute or so, the shivers 
subsided and her breathing returned to normal. 

     "Yep," I said as I smiled at her. "That would definitely be 
classified as masturbation, though it is different from how most female 
masturbation is described. Stand up, put your shirt on, and help me 
fold up the couch. We're going to talk for a bit. Do you want a beer?"
We removed the quilt and pillows, then refolded the bed, with bedding 
installed. Then as Maki replaced the cushions and pulled her T-shirt 
on, I went for two beers. 

     When we sat on the couch, she snuggled right up tight to me, and 
my left arm was around her as we talked about sex, about masturbation, 
both male and female, and about sex drives and urges. At one point I 
asked if she'd ever put her fingers or anything else inside of herself. 
She hadn't. I asked if she'd ever done her 'trick' without wearing her 
panties. She made a face, and 'uggh' sound, and said no. I asked if she 
had ever 'tasted' herself. She looked at me like I was crazy. After 
twenty minutes of cuddling and talking, my left hand slowly rubbing up 
and down her arm, she looked at me and said, "Earlier, when I made 
myself feel good, it was stronger, more intense than it has ever been 
before."

     "That was because you were doing it in front of someone else. You 
were doing it for someone you want to please, and for someone you 
really wanted to see it. That made it more intense."

     "That makes sense, but it didn't work like it normally does."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Well, I don't have to do that too often, and when I do everything 
seems to relax and I don't get 'horny' again for a while. But, this 
time it didn't work. I'm wetter than I ever remember being, and my 
nipples are so hard they hurt."

     I looked at the two tent poles holding up her T-shirt and gently 
reached across to touch one through her shirt. I was like touching an 
ink pen or hard rod. It didn't want to give, and when it did, the whole 
thing moved, like a lever. Her eyes closed and she said, "That hurts, 
but it feels kinda good, too. It's making me more wet." I had an idea.

     "Okay, I think I can help you," I said. "Go turn the TV off, and 
stand in the middle of the room." I went over to the stereo and put on 
a collection of mixed hits. Turning it a little louder than I normally 
would have. Sitting on the sofa, I looked Maki in the eye and said, 
"Now, Here is what we are going to do. I am going to sit here and talk 
you through a strip tease. I want you to realize that you are doing 
this just to please me. Realize that every time you move, every time 
you touch yourself as I direct, everything you do will be turning me 
on, exciting me. Every move you make with your body should be as erotic 
as you can make it. Listen to my voice and try to do what I ask. But 
you should also feel it. Every time you touch your body it should be a 
feather touch, every touch should be as exciting for you as it is for 
me. Are you willing to try?" 

     She nodded and I smiled at her. "Okay, listen to the music and 
just let your body move for a few minutes. Let yourself feel the music 
and slowly start moving your hips to the beat. Don't force anything, 
just start to grind your hips in circles and from there, simply move in 
whatever way feels good to you. Don't try to take anything off yet, 
just move." 

     She seemed to think and listen to the music for long seconds. Then 
she started to move. Slowly at first, in jerky little spurts, then 
getting smoother more liquid, her pace quickening slightly, but never 
too fast. Her eyes were closed and her movements were becoming more 
sultry and erotic. "Very good," I said. "I'm starting to get excited 
already, and you haven't even touched your clothes yet." She didn't 
open her eyes, but she smiled and saucily put a little more into her 
movements. "Are they teaching erotic dancing in schools now, or did you 
just naturally inherit these moves from your mother?" She laughed. 

     "Now, we start the next step. Start by raising your hands slowly 
up over your head, until they come together at full reach. Then slowly, 
starting at the wrist, slide one hand down the other arm until you 
reach your shoulder. Do it slowly, do it as hard or as soft as you 
like. Remember, that everything you do should be as pleasing to you as 
it is for whoever is watching you. When you reach your shoulder, slowly 
slide it back up to your wrist and do the same thing with the other 
arm. 

     So far you have been standing in one place and facing me. You 
should turn yourself in slow circles, as you do this dance. Let me see 
all of your body as you dance, enjoy all of your beauty. See all of 
your erotic moves from every angle. When your back is to your viewer, 
shift your hips from side to side a few times, put a little bounce in 
your butt. Make me want to leave my seat and touch everything I am 
seeing. If you know any little tricks, or any way to make the different 
parts of your body shake, or bounce, or vibrate. Anything you can do 
like this adds enjoyment for your partner." 

     Her movements were really smooth and erotic now. At one point, 
while her back was to me, she reached behind her neck and pulled her 
hair to the top of her head, holding it there, she looked over her 
shoulder at me and started flexing her leg and butt muscles so the 
cheeks bounced and vibrated rapidly. At the same time, she parted her 
lips and slowly licked them. She didn't over emphasize or exaggerate 
it, and the effect was completely erotic. 

     "Nice touch, very erotic." I didn't really believe that she knew 
what that move promised, but the effect was great. Now, as you are 
dancing and turning, remember to think about just how erotic your dance 
is, just how much effect it is having on your partner. You are 
completely beguiling him and he is getting weak from his want and 
desire for you. You are becoming his whole world. The only thing he 
sees is you. The only air he breathes is the scent of you. The only 
food he wants the only thing he hungers for, is you." From deep in her 
throat there came a soft groan. 

     "As you dance now, slowly pretend to touch different parts of your 
body. you are offering them to him. Pretend to cup your breasts, but 
don't quite. Place your hands on your thighs, to either side of your 
pussy and dance for long seconds with your hips thrust forward. You're 
trying to offer the glories of yourself, but remember, you're doing all 
of this to tease, to excite. Almost touch. But not quite. 

     Now, comes the fun part. It is time to actually start stripping 
off your clothes. But remember again, this is a tease. Start a move, 
then take it back. Drop one strap from your shoulder and move like that 
shoulder is the most erotic part of your body, offer it, display it, 
then slide the strap back into place, like you're saying 'see, look, 
but don't touch' like you're offering the rarest gem in the world, then 
taking it back. Repeat these moves with the other shoulder. Do this 
with each portion of your body, as you come to it, with each article of 
clothing you may have on. Slowly offer, then withdraw. Slowly start to 
uncover, then hide. As you do this, eventually, you finally uncover and 
expose each part of your body until you are naked. 

     I'm going to stop talking now, until you are finally nude. I'm 
going to enjoy the show, make it pleasing to me. Make it pleasing to 
you. You should be getting wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier. When 
you are finally naked, you should keep dancing, and I will direct you 
further."

     It took her almost fifteen minutes to finally strip off the two 
items of clothing she was wearing. She followed my directions and went 
beyond them. All of her moves were so saucy that I had to reposition my 
cock twice as she danced. She hugged herself and sassily rubbed her 
hands up and down her body many time as she turned and gyrated before 
me, yet at no time did she touch either her breasts or pussy, she was 
carefully avoiding those areas. When her T-shirt was off and she moved 
to her panties, she grasped both outer legs and slowly moved each side 
up and down her hip, slowly offering to expose first one side, then the 
other. As she turned her back to me, she pulled her panties up so that 
all the material was pulled into the crack of her ass, and again she 
wiggled her cheeks at me so they vibrated and bounced. As she turned 
back to face me, she held her panties up so they outlined her pussy 
tightly, her distended clitoris looking almost like a small log pushing 
against the material.  She started slowly sliding the tight material 
forward and back across her pussy and clitoris and from the expression 
on her face I knew I had to comment. 

     "Remember, Maki, the idea is to tease and entice. To make yourself 
and your partner hotter and hotter. Don't stimulate yourself so much 
that you actually have an orgasm. You want to bring yourself close to 
the edge, but not cross it. This is what is called foreplay, or one 
form of it. It is to make sex more exciting. It's not meant to be sex 
all by itself. When you are ready to finally take off your panties, 
most people find it more exciting if you turn your back to them. Keep 
your feet together and bend far over. You are trying to make your pussy 
stick as far out behind your legs as your can. Lower your panties 
slowly, as if you are dragging them down your legs. As you do this, 
alternately bend and straighten each knee so that the opposing sides of 
your butt and pussy move up and down as you take them off."

     When she was done, standing and facing me and slowly grinding. I 
continued my talk through. The further we got, it seemed that she was 
anticipating my instructions, beginning each movement almost as soon as 
I was putting it into words. 

     "Oh damn, that was so good, so far. You are excellent. I'm afraid 
to move for fear of causing myself an orgasm and ruining the mood we're 
setting. It's working for you too, I can see that. Your nipples are so 
hard, they look like they are trying to stand straight up. They are so 
firm and rigid, they are like diving boards sticking out from your 
chest. Your aureole are so swollen and so dark they look like firm, fat 
pillows you just want to squeeze and fluff. Your clitoris has come out 
so far and it so excited it looks like it is quivering in anticipation. 
The insides of your thighs are wet. The lips of your pussy are also 
swollen and darkened with excitement." 

     "The fluid from your pussy is slowly leaking and what isn't 
wetting your thighs is slowly dripping to the carpet below you. Now, we 
tease some more." She moaned, a quiver going through her. "Yes that's 
right, you aren't allowed that really good feeling yet. You have shown 
me what you have, now you are going to offer it again, slowly. We have 
a ways to go before we will be done," another quiver, "But it will be 
worth it for you, I promise you. Are you ready?"

     "Yes, no, yes" she gasped. Her breathing was getting heavier. My 
breath was none too steady either by this time.

     I took a deep breath and continued. "Raise your arms and gently 
touch your finger tips to the very tops of your ears. Slowly trace 
around the rims of your ears, moving both hands the same, and just as 
you reach the earlobes, your fingers should start touching your neck. 
Continue tracing down your neck and under your jaw line with the backs 
of your fingers, until the backs of your fingers meet at the base of 
your throat. With your hands together, continue tracing your way down 
the center of your chest until you come to the bottom of your breasts. 
Allow your hands to separate and lightly trace around the bottom edge 
of your breasts. Continue around your breasts until you have circled 
them twice. Start around a third time, but stop between your breasts. 

     Bring your hands down to cover your breasts. You can either cover 
and flatten back the nipples, or trap them between your fingers, 
whichever is most comfortable or pleasing to you. Remember, you are 
pleasing both of us. Don't cause yourself pain if it is not pleasing to 
you. Then, I want you to squeeze both breasts, squeeze them hard and 
pull outwards, like you are trying to stretch them. when they don't 
want to stretch any more, simply let go so they fall back into place. 
Do it again. Good. Now, I want you to wrap your hands around each 
nipple, and do them like you did your breasts. Squeeze them and pull 
them, try to stretch them like you want them to reach me on the couch. 
Make them just start to  hurt, before you relax your grip and let them 
snap back. 

     When Maki finished those moves, her mouth was hanging open and 
almost looked slightly slack. Her breathing was heavy, almost labored, 
beads of sweat were gathered on her forehead and upper lip. A single 
bead of sweat slowly rolled down the center of her chest between her 
breasts. The slow drip of fluid between her legs was a little faster, 
and her inner thighs wet to the knees. I wondered if I wasn't about to 
create a monster.

     "Now, Maki, we're getting closer to the end of things, but there's 
a ways to go yet. With your palms over your breasts, I want you to 
spread your fingers towards your belly, pointing down. Only your 
fingertips should actual touch your skin. Start slowly moving your 
hands down, making small circles with yur fingertips, towards your 
hairy pussy. Do it in slow steps, go down a few inches, them pull your 
hands back up near your breasts. Each time you slide your hands down, 
you should go further, then back, keep going until you get your fingers 
fully into your hair, but don't touch your pussy, don't touch your 
clitoris, or your lips there. 

     When your fingers are fully into your hair, bring your fingers 
together squeezing them hard and trapping your hair between them. 
Slowly pull your hands away from your body until your hair slowly, 
almost hair by hair pulls free. Until all of it falls back. Now turn 
your back to me and spread your legs far apart." God, I was starting to 
wonder if I could wait until tomorrow. But I also knew that if things 
went as I planned and hoped in the next few minutes, then she would be 
hotter tomorrow than she was today, just in anticipation. If I didn't 
blow it, tomorrow would definitely be better than today, for both of 
us. 

     "Okay, we're almost there now. Only a little more teasing and 
tempting to go, then I'll help you feel an orgasm like you've never 
felt before. Bend over at the waist, don't bend your knees, and 
starting at one ankle, slowly, trace the fingertips of both hands up 
the sides and backs of your calves to your knees. Rub the backs of your 
knees for a second or two, then work your way back down to your ankles. 
Do the same on your other leg. When you get back to your ankle, go back 
up the same leg and continue up your thigh. Stop just before your reach 
your buttock, and work your way back down. Move to the other knee, and 
go up to the buttock and back down again." 

     I stood up and moved close up behind her. "We're almost there. 
Hang in there just a little longer. Put your hands through your legs 
and rest your fingertips behind each knee." As she did this I gently 
blew a breath of air across her clitoris. I had been watching closely, 
and it was visibly pulsing with each beat of her heart. As the air 
caressed it in passing, a mild shudder went through her. "That felt 
good, didn't it? But that was such a little one, it only makes you want 
more, makes it harder to wait for the big one I've been promising you, 
doesn't it. Maybe I should stop now. You said you would do what I asked 
you to. Should I stop now and ask you not to touch yourself until 
tomorrow?"

     "No, please," she groaned, another shudder passing through her at 
the thought. 

     "Okay, slowly, so slowly, trace up the back of your thighs to your 
buttocks. I reached across to the armchair and retrieved a pillow. I 
placed it one the floor in front of her and placed my hands on her 
hips, adding a little support. If you need to, but only if you need to, 
you can slowly bend  over until your head is in the pillow. Try to stay 
up, if you can. Bend over as far as you can, without losing your 
balance. When your fingers reach your buttocks, trace all around the 
outside of them, then back down through the crack until they meet and 
are just touching your asshole. Don't push or rub, It should be a 
feather touch." 

     She bent further over and her legs were quivering with the effort. 
As she traced her way around her cheeks I again blew a stream of air 
across her clitoris and a larger shiver passed through her. "Ooh, that 
one was better, wasn't it? Did you like that one?" She started to 
answer and I directed another breath of air, only this one I blew 
across her asshole, just as her sliding fingers arrived. She groaned 
softly, deep in her throat, instead. "That's a new feeling, isn't it? 
Now, slowly trace your way forward until you reach the back of your 
swollen pussy lips. Remember, feather touch, as lightly as you can. 
When you get there, I want you to lightly trace around the outside of 
those lips, Touch nothing but the lips, change your touch from your 
finger tips to just the tips of your fingernails. As you trace your way 
around those lips, make ever so tiny little circles with your nails, so 
you're drawing little curly-ques on those lips. When you get to the 
front of your pussy, be very careful, very, very careful not to touch 
your clitoris. I don't want you giving yourself an orgasm. 'I' want to 
do it. Is that okay with you?"

     "Oh yes, please. Soon, Please."

     "Okay, Move your arms outside of your legs. Lay your hands across 
your buttocks so your fingertips are on your pussy lips, and pull them 
away from each other. I want you to pull everything open for me. 
Remember, don't touch your clitoris. I'm afraid if you did, you'd 
explode, and we don't want that yet." 

     When she did as I said, she opened the outer lips and spread her 
butt cheeks, providing a great view. Her puckered little asshole almost 
seemed to be winking at me with each ragged breath she was taking. 
She'd had to bend her knees slightly to keep from falling down and they 
were visibly shaking. I didn't know how she was holding herself up, but 
she was. "You are not quite open enough yet, hold yourself as opened as 
you can with your palms, and slowly walk your fingers inside of your 
pussy lips until you feel the actual opening of your pussy. When you 
feel that, I want you to pull your hands further apart, so you stretch 
the lips and pull yourself fully open for me." I looked between her 
legs, along her body to her face. Her eyes were closed and she had such 
a look of concentration. Drops of sweat were falling from the tip of 
her nose and forehead, mostly catching in her dangling hair. Her 
nipples were quivering with each ragged breath she took. I watch for a 
moment as her chest heaved with the emotional and physical strain I was 
putting her under. 

     She was fully open now, and I was actually looking into a small 
well, just barely as thick and deep as my finger. It was just what I 
wanted. I put my finger in my mouth and wet it thoroughly, then slid it 
slowly into her. She was open enough and so thoroughly wet that my 
finger slipped in easily, with only the slightest of pressures around 
it. I was trying to watch both her face and what I was doing at the 
same time. I wanted to see her reaction, and yet be careful not to hit 
her clitoris.

     I slid my finger slowly in and out twice before leaving it fully 
inside her. "Do you feel what I've done?"

     "Yes, you've put something inside me, Why don't I feel it better?"

     "I've put my finger inside you. You don't feel it perfectly yet 
because I've had you open yourself so wide for me. Now, I want you to 
let go of your buttocks and let yourself close around my finger. Put 
both hands on the floor, over your head. You're going to need the 
support. Try not to fall." When she released her pussy, it closed 
tightly around my finger, almost in a caress. I could feel each beat of 
her heart as the muscles contracted around that finger. 

     Slowly I started gently finger-fucking her. Being careful not to 
provide too much stimulation for her clitoris. On the fifth stroke, I 
added a second finger with the first, and her breath caught at the 
added intrusion. I continued to pump her, after a minute beginning to 
change the sensations for her, by changing the speed and angle a 
little. With each stroke I tried to vary things a bit. spreading my 
fingers, crossing them, crooking them a bit, and twisting them in 
circles as I pumped. Holding them fully inserted, I started crooking my 
fingers, searching for that sometimes elusive spot at the front of her 
channel. 

     I found it and as I crooked my fingers repeatedly, she had a 
series of progressively larger mini-orgasms. Her mouth was wide open 
now, and she was gasping for breath. Both her arms and legs were 
quivering with the strain of holding herself up. I began using my other 
hand to gently rub up and down the inside of her thighs. Her eyes were 
glazed and the look on her face said she was almost in heaven from the 
attention. I decided it was time to take her there. Her winking asshole 
had been constantly drawing my attention, so I decided to pay it a 
little attention. I wet the tip of one finger and lightly pressed it 
against her asshole, not trying to penetrate, simply to rub and 
stimulate a little. I'd already learned that anal penetration, for most 
women, meant pain. I pressed lightly on her ass and rubbed back and 
forth across it, as I started thrusting my fingers into her more and 
more vigorously. Her pussy started grasping at my fingers, and it was 
almost difficult to keep pumping so I knew she was there. 

     As her body went into a continuous shiver and a particularly 
strong shudder passed through her, I reached up and closed my mouth 
over that huge clitoris. As my lips met around it, I reached out with 
my tongue and licked across the end of it. That was it. Her hips 
bucked, first pulling just slightly away, then jamming back into my 
face. The muscles of her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I'm not 
sure I could have pulled them out if I wanted to, at least not without 
hurting her. 

     With the buck of her hips, her asshole momentarily relaxed 
completely, and without any further pressure on my part, my finger 
slipped into her rosebud to the first knuckle. I neither pressed 
further nor tried to remove it. Another new sensation for her. When she 
pushed back into my face, I closed my teeth around her clitoris and 
held on. Her body quaked and shuddered continuously for almost a full 
minute before finally starting to calm, when her quivering started to 
calm, I bite down harder, pulled a little on her clitoris, and raked 
the end of it with my tongue. I pushed my fingers as deeply inside her 
as I could and crooked my fingers across her internal spot again and 
again, running the tips around and across it repeatedly. 

     She hit the peak again, and then again as I continued licking at 
the end of her sensitive clitoris. The last time, her arms gave way and 
she fell face first into the pillow I'd placed below her. As she fell 
forward, I allowed her to fall out of my mouth. I let her fall from the 
fingers of both hands, freeing both her pussy and asshole from their 
intrusions. 

     She fell and rolled to her side, and I thought for long moments 
that she had both quit breathing and fainted, but after a few seconds I 
saw her chest raising and falling and saw a beautiful smile rise up on 
her features. Leaving her there, I went to the bathroom and started the 
shower running. All the way there and back, Although I looked calm on 
the outside (I know, I checked my appearance in the full length mirror 
on the bathroom door), inside I was doing back flips. If I'd tried it 
physically, I would have broken both arms. 

     I was mentally patting myself on the back that hard. Never, in all 
the years I'd been active, sexually . . . never, with any woman I'd 
ever been with, . . . never had I ever induced a reaction that strong 
in a woman before. Of course, I also realized that much of it was due 
to her inexperience, her need, and the sensitivity of that young body. 
God though, at that moment I was so high on myself. In my mind, my ego 
was King Kong beating his chest and doing the Tarzan yell. 

     When I got back into the Living room, I was carrying a towel and 
drying my hands, wiping the sweat from my face. My cock was so hard it 
hurt, it had been in that condition through most of what had just 
happened. Maki still lay curled on the floor and small shivers were yet 
passing through her body as she lay there. Her fluids were slowly 
leaking from her pussy and wetting the rug beneath her. Her eyes were 
open and she smiled when she saw me. 

     Deciding to do something else, I placed two fingers at the opening 
of her pussy and slid them in. Another small shudder passed through her 
and her eyes closed for a moment, The smile stayed. I pumped her a 
couple of times and each time my knuckle touched her clit she shivered 
again, the last time wincing. When I removed my fingers they were very 
wet with her juices. Her mouth was still slightly open and I put my 
fingers inside and said "Suck." She did and got the first taste of her 
own juices. It actually took a moment before she realized and her eyes 
widened slightly as I removed my fingers. 

     Gently I helped clean her a little with the towel and as I moved 
to the sofa, for a drink of my beer, she sat up and just stared at me. 
The beer was warm. Looking at her, I saw the look on her face and said, 
"You have questions?"

     "Yes."

     "Ask away, I'll answer everything I can."

     "At the end, you put your fingers in my mouth. Was that my juice 
you had me suck off your fingers?"

     "It was."

     "Why did you do that?"

     "Can you still taste it?"

     "Kind of," she said testing the inside of her mouth.

     "Did you like it?"

     "I don't know, I don't really think so."

     "Did you dislike it? Was it revolting to you?"

     "No, not really."

     "I did that, just at that moment because I wanted you to know two 
things; first, what you tasted like, and second, that it wouldn't hurt 
you, that it wasn't gross or disgusting. There are going to be times in 
the future when what you are doing will mean tasting yourself. I wanted 
you to know it was okay, so it wouldn't take away from your enjoyment 
later. I did it then, in the way that I did, because you couldn't help 
but do what I asked, and because you didn't know exactly what you were 
doing until it was done. Are you grossed out by it? Are you okay?"

     "Yes, I'm okay. It wasn't really gross like I thought it would be, 
just different. At the end, when we were almost done, did you put 
something in my butthole?"

     "Yes, I guess I did, or 'we' did. I was rubbing your little butt 
with my fingertip as you started your orgasm. For just an instant, your 
muscles back there completely relaxed and my finger went in about an 
inch. Did I hurt you?"

     "No, but even with everything else, I felt it and was surprised. I 
didn't think you could do that back there."

     "You can, but for most women, it only causes pain. For some it 
gives only a feeling of fullness, and a rare few actually enjoy having 
sex there. If you want to try it later, we can. But there are many 
other things to do first. Did you enjoy yourself?"

     "Oh, Yes," she said with a big smile. "It was better than anything 
I've ever felt before . . . but . . ."

     "But?"

     "Well, I have never seen a boy's thing before, and I was kind of 
hoping to see yours tonight."

     "Well, Maki." I said, stroking her hair. "We both need showers, 
and I thought we might shower together. You can not only see it, but 
you can touch it and wash it for me. In fact, I thought we would wash 
each other." She was up like a shot and heading for the bathroom. I 
raised my warm beer and acted like I was taking another drink. 

     She stopped at the hall door and, looking back, stamped her foot. 
When I acted like I wasn't moving right away she came back and grabbed 
my arm, trying to pull me to my feet.

     I set down my warm beer and allowed myself to be pulled to my feet 
and led into the bathroom.


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