Tuesday morning at about 6 a.m., my dogs were going bananas. I went down to hush them up, thinking they had just got a whiff of a cat or a stray mutt in the neighborhood. They were scratching at my door, though. "Shit, who in hell's breath could be at the door this early?" I grumbled to myself. "Who is it?" I shouted. "It's Jason!" "Jason, I'm not dressed sweety. Are you alone?" "Yeah." I opened the door totally starkers. I told him to go wait in my bedroom while I brushed my teeth. After my breath was presentable, I asked him why he was there at that hour. "I just wanted to see you before I went to school," he said. "I'm super glad you came Jason," I said, putting my arm around his waist and my head on his shoulder. He kissed me. "Have you had breakfast yet sweety?" "No, I told my mom I was going over to your house before you left to go to your school to say hello." I took him downstairs and made him some eggs and toast. I felt so domesticated. *giggle. "I love it when you cook for me Miwa. You're so good at it and it's so nice of you," he enthused. "I like it when I can do it for you, Jason. By the way, do you know how to cook yourself?" "No." "You should learn. Women think it's hot if you can do that. I can teach you. Plus it's something we can do together, which makes it even better," I advocated. "Besides, when you go to college you'll be able  to eat more than take out food or delivery pizza and you'll be less likely to get fat." "That would be cool," he accommodated.

So that's what would happen. He started coming over in the morning and I would show him how to make meals from scratch and then the same thing would happen for dinner. His mom was supposedly kinda peeved at him missing dinner because, basically, she was hardly ever seeing her son anymore since he would stay until 10 or so after school now. She actually didn't believe I was teaching him how to cook. One morning, while I was still sleeping, he phoned me to let me know his mom was coming with him. Shit. I immediately got up and got dressed in my little made up uniform and did my makeup so that I would look as young as possible. When they showed up, I let them in, gave Jason a kiss and a hug and hugged the mom, Denice, too. "Wow Miwa, I can see why he spends so much time with you: you're beautiful!" she marveled. I giggled and thanked her. I showed them how to make a Creme Brulee I especially liked, and, as I always did, I had Jason, who I had bought an apron for, do most of the work so that he could get a physical feel for it. It came out okay, but it could have been better. "We can work on that again tomorrow, sweety," I told him. "Why?" Denise countered. "It's already pretty good. "Pretty good or good enough is what just about sunk GM Mrs. Williams. When Jason cooks for or with someone in the future I want them to be blown away," I said with steely eyes. "Okay dear," she relented. "Yeah mom, Miwa doesn't half ass anything. You should see her play guitar sometime. Wow!" "You dork!" I giggled.

We ate and then I took him to school before supposedly heading to my private one. Then after he got home, his mom came with him again and I showed Jason how to make a quick and light tempura. I also insisted that Mrs. Williams get to work, too, and walked her through a recipe for a kick ass chocolate cheesecake. We ate the tempura meal, which was accompanied merely by some rice and canned fruit but turned out well nonetheless, in between Denise attempting to finish the cheesecake. It was pretty decent, though there was still room for improvement. The kitchen was a mess, however, and being something of a neat freak, I kinda ranked them out about being more organized. "I always make everything from scratch. The canned fruit this time was because I wanted to teach Jason one thing at a time and so I left out the tsukemono and miso soup," I propounded. "He'll  get t he 411 on that tomorrow," I said.

The next morning, Jason came alone, telling his mom that he would demonstrate for her what I showed him. We went over what was wrong with his Creme Brulee and how to correct it. This time it was MUCH better. I also reminded him about preparation and having all the ingredients within reach and confining the mess to as small an area as possible. And the same thing happened with the tempura, only I added how to prepare miso with it and it ended up being one pretty decent little dinner.

After a couple of months, I warned him that I was going to invite his entire family and Dylan and the rest of that gang over a few days later and he and I were going to make dinner for them. I told him to make a menu and then we talked about it the next day as to what fits and what doesn't. I made Jason do the entree himself. I helped him with the appetizers and I whipped up the dessert. The entree was decently successful and the dessert and appetizers came out top notch. We all had a good time. I was definitely in with Jason's family now. By the time school ended, Jason could roll out enough meals ranging  in quality from competent to near spectacular he could keep a family going for weeks if he needed to. I told him to cook for his family every now and again just to keep that muscle memory. His mom,  of course, loved that. I also suggested that he know how to do a few recipes great  rather than a ton mediocre or worse. 

In the wake of all that, Jason's parents began allowing him to sleep over at my place every Friday night, which I enjoyed and which usually resulted in my pussy and/or mouth being filled with several loads of cum. It was also nice to have another body to sleep next to. He didn't mind if I disappeared for a couple of hours to play guitar while he watched tv.

When the school calendar concluded, my access to random cock also pretty much went out the window since Jason now could be with me during the mornings. Because we were together so much, I told him that we were going to alternate making breakfast and dinner. He also had to do his own dishes. One day, I took him aside and asked him how he felt about the way our relationship was going since we were basically acting like a married couple. He stated that he was comfortable with it and that he loved me like a house on fire. I felt good that he was learning so much from me, too, but he was also still a pretty quiet sort of guy, except when it came to sex. He was always all over me and I loved having his cock between my legs regularly. On the other hand, it  wasn't a good idea for him to see me as being the one he was going to spend the rest of his life with, not just because of my personal situation and predilections, but if he didn't have that exploratory phase in his life then he would regret it forever.

And because Jason was over so much, so were his friends since he didn't want to give them up, thank God. I didn't want to sabotage Jason's friendships. I started noticing Marina staring and smiling at me more and more, which made me uber excited since I had wanted to get into her panties for quite a while. The week after school ended, she invited me to a sleepover but told me to keep it on the downlow because she didn't want to piss off the uninvited. That uninvited turned out to be everybody but me. I told Jason that Marina and I were going to have a girl's night out and so to not bother to come over that night. Marina's parents were home, as were her 15 year old brother Masa and 13 year old sister Arisa, which felt kinda weird. Arisa was more typically feminine while Marina was athletic looking and tomboyish. Once we got Arisa out of the picture around 10, Marina scooted up next to me and gave me a bear hug. I could see the muscles in her arms popping out from the weight work she had done as part of the school's basketball squad. Man, that felt good. It had been a long time since I had a woman come on to me. She looked me in the eyes with her face about three inches from mine and asked me if I had ever been with a girl. I told her about the experience with the girl at the lesbian club in L.A., but also added that she was a total dyke while I thought Marina was a lot cuter.

"I've wanted to be with you for so long, Miwa. You're such a hottie." What about our boyfriends?" I wanted to know. "What they don't know won't hurt them," she insinuated. I cracked that it would probably turn them on anyway and we both giggled nervously. She was just dressed in a baseball jersey and a pair of jean shorts while I was in hip huggers and a blouse tied off above my navel. She leaned into me and I felt her soft lips on mine. It was an agonizingly long, slow smooch and I was overflowing with wetness in my crotch. She undid the buttons on my blouse, untied the knot and then popped the hooks of my bra and I let them slide off of me. "Fuck, you have some nice tits," she admired. It was pretty obvious now to me that Marina was a top. "Thanks sweety," I rejoindered. She kissed me again, this time more heatedly, as I felt her hands cruising over my breasts. I slid both my hands under her shirt and unfastened her bra and played with the inverted nipples of her b cups. We broke our kiss and she removed her shirt and the bra. We had been sitting crosslegged facing each other, but now she was toppling me over on to my back and crawling on top of me. I felt her soft, naked globes and her erect nipples against mine as she kissed me yet again while my hands ran up and down her sturdy back. She slid down and her mouth was encompassing my left nipple and I was moaning as her soft, moist lips cajoled very pleasurable sensations out of them, little needle pricks of heat that jabbed my senses.

I felt her fingers tickling my belly as they slipped down, down down and undoing the button and zipper on my pants and then shoving it underneath my panties to my clit,  her soft index finger doing a windshield wiping motion as she bumped  the hood over and over before she put more pressure on it and began generating a friction that was gradually warming my nubbin. The simultaneous sensations of her nipple sucking, clit battering and her soft body on mine had me very hot and bothered and I snuck occasional glances at her beautiful face and those almond eyes. My passion was quickly working itself to a boil and then I convulsed as the orgasm surged through me. I had to suppress my moans because I didn't want anyone in her household to hear what we were doing. She sat up and licked her moistened fingers off.

She pulled my pants and panties off and then she lost her shorts, leaving her in a pair of cute blue panties. She asked me to hand her a pillow so that she could raise my hips and make my pussy easier to get to. I then felt her mouth against my vulva and her tongue pushing through the opening of my sperm catcher and she carried on with that for five minutes. "God Miwa, you taste so good I can't get enough of licking you," she smiled. "Well, don't stop Marina!" I giggled. I felt her fingers dividing my vaginal walls and her warm, wet mouth finding my clit and it and my g spot were soon throbbing. "Oh shit Marina, oh shit," i panted, grabbing her head while the heat mounted inside me. Then it shattered and raced through my nervous system, causing my pubic muscles to contract rapidly and me to emit choked cries of ecstasy. She had a strong jaw and I flooded her face with my natural lube when the multiple orgasms struck, my hand tightly clamped on my mouth so that my voice wouldn't resound all over her house.

Her mouth finally fatigued or she ran out of patience or whatever and laid on a pillow near the headboard. I guided her panties off of her very toned legs, revealing her bushy twat. I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my face a foot away, she was that worked up. I took some time flapping my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her yummy girl precum. I then rolled my tongue around her clit while I used the tip of my middle finger to tease the nerve endings around her pussy and she expelled some moans. My ring finger joined the other digit as I coasted both of them through her sensual gates while I sucked and flicked her tiny joystick, my near ass length hair covering her thighs. She was rolling her body slightly as each sensation was hoarded by her system and gradually saturating her brain. She was grunting and her chest was heaving, while my fingers stroked her inner ridges to trigger her first orgasm, as she came in a suppressed guttural explosion of sound emanating from her mouth. My tongue kept at it and kept at it, as I led her to the summit  repeatedly like a sensual sherpa afflicted with OCD. She was now overloaded with all the sensations and nudged me off of her clit with her foot.

She went to her dresser and produced a locked box from it, a strap on harness issuing fourth from it. I totally needed to be fucked and she slid it on her and positioned herself over me and popped the artificial cock at my opening and drove it deep inside, provoking me to issue a long moan as my vaginal walls surrounded it. She braced herself on her elbows over me and began undulating her hips, creating a wave of thrusts into my love tunnel while I propped my legs on her back wanting that gel dildo as far inside as it would go. She did this to me for about half an hour and I was going nuts with all the orgasms she elicited from me.

Then I did the same to her, the man made schvanz disappearing into her hair covered cunt over and over and over while she was on all fours and writhed and panted. "Fuck me harder, Miwa!" she whispered in a husky voice, which inspired me to ram it into her with all the strength I could muster, which wasn't, unfortunately, anywhere near what it was when I was a male. Her sighs built to a crescendo until she was over the edge amid a flurry of gasps and grunts. I was spent now and pulled out and took the strap on off so that I could cuddle with her. God, it felt so sweet to hold a girl in that kind of physical shape. We kissed languidly. I told her I wasn't going to be able to stay overnight because I had dogs at home, but I could remain until about 2 a.m. Plus I wanted to be home in case Jason came over early.

I asked her how she and Steven were getting along. She talked about what a great kisser and pussy eater he was and that she was very comfortable with him, but she also needed to be with women every now and again. I told her she could come over to my house anytime and that even if we had sex in front of Jason he wouldn't get upset and would probably get hard and want to join in. I asked her how many of the other girls on the basketball team she had been with. She replied a couple of them and she wanted to fuck the team's 6'3" center, too, but she wasn't absolutely sure she was gay or bi. When I asked how she knew I would be interested in sleeping with her, she just noticed that we locked eyes a lot and that encouraged her to go for it.

This experience was fucking fantastic and I hoped to repeat it. I wouldn't have to wait long.