“Don’t stop. I enjoy.” Sakura continued, “Move blanket. I want to see.”
I slowly removed the blanket, then the sheet underneath. I massaged Wang and finally he was turned on. The sensual soun
d of his humming always relaxed me and prepared me for whatever destination he desired to drift me away to.
I watched Sakura as she watched me. We moaned in unison as she sucked her fingers and mimicked my motions. I imagined it was my fingers swirling around her tongue one at a time. I closed my eyes as my cunt throbbed with excitement.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I glided Wang to my hot spot. I glimpsed Sakura and noticed her head back and her eyes closed as well. I realized that she was furiously rubbing her sex, but she didn’t seem to be getting any relief.
I watched her head sway side to side as her hips pumped against her hand in no particular rhythm. She fought with herself, trying to reach the euphoria that came with satisfaction. I saw the frowning and the anxiety and then finally the tears as she tried unsuccessfully to release her tension. I walked toward her.
Wang had never touched any woman’s body other than my own. I could practically hear him begging me to allow him to caress, tease, and please Sakura the way he pleased me. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I was almost certain that I would disturb her or embarrass her if I stood too close. I conjured up the nerve to stroke her right cheek with the back of my hand. She slowed her rhythm and rubbed her face against my hand. I felt the dampness that her tears left behind.
Wang grew impatient with me. He wanted Sakura that very moment. I tried to calm his urges, but his voice roared louder with rebellion the moment I allowed him to kiss her lips. I watched as she parted her mouth and allowed him to enter. I couldn’t help but touch myself as I watched Wang make love to Sakura’s mouth. The deeper she sucked him in, the farther her legs spread apart.
I don’t know what came over me, but I was getting jealous of Wang having all the fun. The next thing I knew, I latched my mouth around the one nipple that had managed to escape from her sexy bra. I suckled her like a newborn baby. I played with her between my teeth as she stroked my hair.
“Hai, yes…Onegai, please…ohh…” She moaned deeply as her body created an erotic dance that Wang enjoyed. He hummed all the way down her body. He caressed her sides. He teased the insides of her thighs. He whispered just above her clit. I knew Wang loved to take his time as he nuzzled his head around the clit to make certain the passage was dripping wet before diving right in.
Sakura was now completely lying down with one leg thrown across the back of the chaise and the other dangling to the floor. Her mouth was parted while her fingers busied themselves pinching her nipples. My own breast ached to be touched, but I was focusing more on my friend.
I could see why she thought I had a problem. There was no sign that hair had ever existed on her mound. It was as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as fragrant as a rose. I had never smelled another woman’s sex, but she had the sweetest aroma and I yearned to get a stronger whiff.
I closed my eyes and ever so slowly inched closer to Sakura. If anybody had ever told me that I would be touching another woman’s breast, let alone tasting her sex, I would have had him or her committed.
Sakura opened her eyes the moment my tongue flicked across her clit. My body was in an awkward position, but I didn’t care. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. Wang moved lower down her slit so that I could fully take her clit between my teeth. I felt her body gyrating beneath me and caught her rhythm. I sucked and licked, teased and pleased. I was encouraged more the moment I felt her hand on the back of my head.
“Onegai, please. Tease no more. Fuck me now.” Sakura uttered the last real words spoken between us.
Wang seemed to awaken at her command. His force in my hand was relentless. He stroked Sakura to four, maybe five, orgasms. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be buried in her sex or to tease the outer realms. Sakura decided for him and plunged him deep inside her cunt, then her ass. I watched as my fingers plowed deeply within my own sex. We became a trio roaring our sexual song through the night. The song ended all too soon. By the time I awakened the next morning, Sakura was already gone. I wondered if we’d crossed the bounds of friendship, but I didn’t regret it.
A few months had passed since I’d last heard from my friend. I reminisced about the times we shared and conversations we had. I then remembered that was also the last time I saw Wang. I missed him and needed him to comfort me. I was about to search for him, but I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
“I have a package, Ms. Lee,” said the weak voice.
It was from Sakura. The postmark was Tokyo and I knew she must have left Garver and returned home. I was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning. I immediately plopped on the love seat to open my package. It was a fairly large box and I couldn’t imagine what it contained. My birthday was several months away, so I figured it was something she’d borrowed and wanted to return.
The large box contained a note and four other packages. Since it had been so long, I wanted to read the note. She had taught me a little Japanese and I was able to make out a few words. I read:
Dear Tomodachi [Friend],
Ogenki desu ka? [Are you well?] I will see you soon. Be happy. Live happy. Ai shiteru [I love you]—Sakura
The first item was a CD of her favorite jazz tunes. This one was different from the first. Instead of melodies of love, it contained melodies of lust and sexual desires against backgrounds of waterfalls and tropical sounds. On the front of the CD she wrote, “Junbi dekita, ready?” My interest was piqued as I opened the next package while the music played in the background. It was a replica of the lingerie she’d worn the last time I saw her. This one was shiro, white. The note attached read, “Oishii, delicious.” I licked my lips as memories trailed back to the last time I’d seen her. My clit twitched. I imagined Sakura smiling at me as I blushed. I immediately took off my clothes and put on the lingerie. I felt sexy, sensual, and desirable. I pulled out another package. I gasped after opening it. It was massive. I admired the sleekness, the curves, and the details. The note read, “Doozo yoroshiku, pleased to meet you.” I stared in awe at the beautiful gift Sakura had sent me. He was double the size of Wang and I saw the word GODZILLA etched in his base. Godzilla had a detached unit that contained batteries and an AC adapter.
Kochira koso, the pleasure is mine, I thought to myself.
I couldn’t wait to let him explore the regions of my flesh, the depths of my loins, and the passions of my passages. I knew he would take me to places Wang had only dreamed of.
I finally got to the last package in the box. Godzilla sat beside me and waited patiently as I read the final note from my friend: “I want to see.” I didn’t understand the note until I turned the package upside down. It contained what had to be the world’s smallest digital camera. Never in a million years could I get up the nerve to do what Sakura was asking me to do. We did cross the bounds of friendship, and I knew there was no turning back.
A flat envelope was taped to the very bottom of the box. I carefully lifted and opened it. It contained several photos of Sakura and Wang. I couldn’t believe he’d betrayed me and left me for my friend. He looked happy exploring the depths of her innermost regions.
Before long, I was setting the camera up on the far arm of the love seat. The music had stopped playing, but the mellow tunes continued in my mind. I turned the camera on. It was set up to flash about every five seconds. The flashes seemed to come more and more frequently as I explored my body. My head swirled with visions of Wang and Sakura. I heard Godzilla whispering that he wanted me to turn him on. The power of the vibrations made my body crave his touch. Like Wang, Godzilla was impatient. He wasted no time finding his way to my sex. My eyes were closed, but I could feel and hear the camera snapping. I opened my eyes just long enough to see one of Sakura’s photos with Wang making love to her on her white featherbed. Godzilla could sense I was ready for him. He dipped the tip of his head into my cunt. I was ready to cum. I imagined it was Sakura gliding him around and teasing me. Godzilla was turned to maximum power. His song became a thunderous roar. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as wave after wave after wave swept through me. The fury of Godzilla was relentless as he caused me to fall from the love seat to the floor as I tried to prove that I was a worthy opponent. I was on my right side, then my stomach, then my left, then my back, as I thrashed around while my body lost control. I pinched my nipples; I bit my lip; my hips moved at warp speed as I tried to keep up. Godzilla was victorious on our first encounter.
My body had never experienced the pains and the pleasures that I had just been through. Not even during my best and wildest sexual encounter had I felt the complete satisfaction I felt at that moment. I looked under the table and noticed a small folded piece of paper. It must have fallen out of one of the packages. I opened it.
It read, “I see you soon. We have fun.”