Thursday morning, we went back to Guy's apartment so he could get ready for another day at work. Now only six days remained before I would be returning home. "You know Guy," I told him on the train, "when I met you I really wasn't looking for a serious relationship, just someone to have fun with. But now I'm thinking we might grow old together," I told him. "I know what you mean, Miwa. I'm just really busy and not the best dude to have a relationship with. But you get more special to me with every passing day. I don't know that I'll go as far as marriage, but we can always be together without the paper." "Yeah, I definitely am not looking for marriage. And I'm not able to conceive, so I'm definitely not having kids," I explained. "Not that I actually like kids because, to tell you the truth, I don't," I giggled. He chuckled and admitted that he just doesn't have the patience to put up with all the bullshit that comes with being a dad. "Kids are great only when they are other people's" is what he said.

This sucks. Or maybe not. Again, when I  made the wishes with the coin, I was just planning to screw and suck my way around life. I didn't want any complications and I desired the freedom to just do what I wanted when I wanted where I wanted. But now I am a slave to a man I love and I genuinely like that because the evolving emotional part of me that comes with being a woman has made me want more human connectedness. But what would he say in 50 years when I haven't aged one day in terms of my appearance? And that is only if he lives that long. Plus that is 50 years without being able to have anyone else fuck me. Guy seemed like a such a comfortable fit, but men just cannot get laid as easily as women and even if he agreed that we could have an open relationship there was likely to be some residual jealousy, whether he admits it or not. And I was not going to go for swinging. Ewwww, really gross!

I went guitar shopping again that day, but didn't find anything I liked that wasn't already in my collection. I went back to my hotel room and waited for the time I could get back on the train and meet Guy after work. I phoned him right when he was scheduled to leave work and informed him that I would be waiting for him in front of his apartment building. Half an hour later, he came walking up. "Hi Master! Welcome home!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "Hi sweetheart. how are you?" he greeted, as we entered the building. "Bored and lamenting that I won't see you for a while starting less than a week from now," I disclosed. "Sorry about that. You know I would really like it if you could stay." We took the elevator up to his floor. "I know you would. Shikata nai ne (it can't be helped)." "Yeah. I'm sure your dogs really miss you about now." "Poor babies," I sympathized as he put  the key in the door lock. We entered his apartment. "I  need to take a shower babe. You wanna join me?" "Sorry sweety. But there isn't enough room in there for two of us," I snarked. "You're probably right. It's pretty cramped in there."

I waited on his bed for him to finish cleaning himself up. He exited the shower naked and put on a pair of boxers and then jumped into the sack with me. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. "I love you Miwa. I'm going to really miss you." "I'll miss you, too, Guy. But you still have my permission to sleep with Japanese women while you're here. I know it's unfair to ask you to go without sex for that long." "Actually, I went a lot longer than that without it before I met you, Miwa. So I think I can wait until I get home." "Sweety, listen, if you get the opportunity, just go for it, okay? It will be good for your learning process." "I appreciate what you're saying sweetheart, but I don't want to fuck our relationship up." "Guy, I feel that whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I don't want to hold you back. When you come back then we can resume our relationship if you're still interested." "That's really cool of you to make that offer, Miwa, but I don't think I can be that cold. I kinda like to keep things simple." "Well, whatever you decide, Guy, I'll support. I know you're coming from a good place about this."

"By the way, cockslave, aren't you supposed to be naked right now?" he interrogated with an evil grin. "Sorry Master. Your cockslave forgot." "See that it doesn't happen again," he said, feigning anger. "Yes Master." He then made long, slow love to me, kissing me all over my body, tickling me on occasion and then licking my pussy for half an hour and bringing me off god only knows how many times. We subsequently united in coital bliss and he led me to my pleasure center again until he spurted his spunk up my pink gulley. We laid in the dark, my head on his shoulder and my left hand folded into his right, the mutual warmth of our bodies insulating us from the late winter cold.

Friday, I dressed up in another one of the cute outfits I had bought at Guy's work. It made me appear just short of a schoolgirl. I tied my hair into a pony tail, which meant that the schoolgirl effect would be complete. I got on the train and went to a guitar shop across town I hadn't been to yet. I was looking at the axes hanging along one wall when the manager of the store came up to me. "Gakko saboru na (don't ditch school)!" "Watashi, 22sai da mon (I'm someone who is 22 years old)," I retorted. "Uso darou (you gotta be lying)." I could see his eyes get bigger when I pulled my American passport out and showed him my information. "Gomen nasai, okyakusama (sorry honored customer)." "No big deal," I replied in Japanese. "I get that all the time." Then I asked him to pull off the second hand ash body Telecaster he had on the wall and an amp to test it out with. I immediately went for Roy Buchanan and Albert Collins licks and then did my best James Burton imitation. Great sounding axe. The manager had stood near me the whole time. I gave him the guitar. "Hai kaimasu (I'm going to buy it)" and he took it behind the counter. Then I asked him to get a Strat off the wall for me because now I was going to show off. I plugged it in and went into the Scorpions "Dynamite" and when I did the fast lead break in it, that attracted A LOT of attention from the other customers. "Sugoi (you're amazing)!" one of them said. Then I did Deep Purple's "Burn," which actually resulted in restrained applause. "Do you play in a band?" one of the other patrons asked. I told them about being in a Scorpions cover band (called a "copy band" in Japanese) and that the other guitarist was Nikkei like me. I asked if it was okay to play one more and they gave me the go ahead, so I did "Coming Home." All of that got me invited to a jam session at a rehearsal studio the next night. The guy who invited me said they could bring an extra amp for me since all my gear was back in the U.S.

I didn't buy that Strat, but somebody else did and then they had me autograph it, which was weird initially until he told me that he would give it to his toddler daughter when she was old enough to begin playing. "Besides, maybe you'll get famous, too!" he kindly enthused. "No chance of that, I think. Sorry," I giggled, embarrassed. He also had me take a picture with him. I did, though, buy a used pink Charvel they had for a little of that 80's glam mojo. I did a Van Halen tune when I was checking that out. I paid for my purchases and then took them back to my hotel. I had the concierge arrange for a limo to pick me up Wednesday. Guy got a kick out of the incident at the guitar shop. Then he fucked me up against the sliding glass door of the tiny veranda of his apartment in the dark with the curtains open.

Saturday, I bought shinkansen tickets for Osaka so we could have a little day trip together Sunday. We went to the Ueno zoo. I love zoos. We came back to Guy's place at around 5 p.m. after eating an early dinner and I hung out with him for a little while before I returned to my hotel room to change into blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a jean jacket, black heels and sunglasses, kinda pseudo-biker, and then headed for the rehearsal studio the jam was going to be in.

There were eight of us there and with the equipment things were pretty cramped. I chipped in for the studio rental, of course, and then the one guy I had met at the guitar shop introduced me to the others. "Ah, Suki-chan ni niteiru jan (man, she looks like Suki Hakamada)!" "Sokkuri ne," another agreed. "Thanks, guys," I accepted. "So Miwa-chan, what can you play?" "I could play some Loudness if you want," I offered. They pronounced that "good" and I started the riff to "Crazy Doctor" on the Kiko Loureiro sig guitar I brought with me They complimented me for the way I pulled off Akira Takasaki's lead break. Then someone asked me to play a Scorpions track since I was in a cover band that did their material. I told them we could do the song we open our shows with, "Blackout," a song that also left lots of room to noodle around. From there, we jammed for the next four hours and it was fun. They were really impressed with me and said my band should come to Japan. I said I wish we could. They were especially intrigued when I told them that Sandra had gone to Musician's Institute.

I got to my hotel about midnight, took a shower and went to sleep. I picked Guy up at 5 a.m. and we took the first shinkansen to Shin-Osaka Station, and, over the course of the day, visited Osaka Castle, Koshien Stadium, which was in Nishinomiya, Hyogo Prefecture, the home of the Hanshin Tigers, as well as other points of interest. We circled back to Tokyo later that night and Guy picked up a change of clothes and we spent the night in my hotel room. He cuddled me tightly since I was only going to be able to see him two more days. We then had dinner together Monday after he left work and we fucked each other's brains out at his place. We dd the same Tuesday, except in my hotel room, and then the day I was supposed to depart came. We woke up at 5 a.m. and I double checked to ensure I had everything packed and all my documents in my purse. Guy and I made out for a bit and then I blew him, the last taste of anything in Japan for me this time being that of his cum. He helped me take my new guitars and luggage down to the lobby. I checked out and kissed him goodbye and he pissed off for work. The limo arrived half an hour after that and took me to where I would board the private jet. Everything was loaded up and we took off. When I arrived in L.A, I took another limo to my house. I had gotten used to Guy being there and now he wasn't, so the house felt especially empty. I left for the kennel and picked my dogs up, who jumped all over me in elation.

It wasn't even noon in SoCal yet and it had already been a long day for me. I changed into a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and some flip flops and took my dogs to the park, where I let them drag me around for a couple of hours because I'm sure they needed the exercise. I was exceedingly tired but managed to stay up long enough that I could phone Guy before he left for work the next day JST. It would be another two and a half months before I saw him again.

Thursday morning PST, I arose at just after seven following 12 hours of sleep. I had no idea I was that tired. You know that Police song, "This Bed's Too Big Without You?" That is how I felt when my eyes popped open and Guy wasn't there. He texted me to say hi before he went to bed that night. The weather in mid-March in SoCal was gorgeous. It was in the mid-70's and clear. I fed my mutts and took them out for their constitutional. Then I had to restart my life. I texted Sandra and Terry and let them know I was back. Sandra phoned me on her lunch break and said she wanted to come over after she got off.

It was nice seeing her again. When I greeted her at the door, I kissed her on those pert lips and looked into her narrow slit eyes. I took her hand and guided her to my bedroom. I hugged and kissed her again and asked if she wanted to lay down with me. She smiled and consented to that. We crawled into my bed and I cuddled her skinny body. I told her about my Japan trip with Guy and how I was feeling about him. She was frustrated about George's lack of availability because of his work and school schedule because she really liked being with him since he was so kind and funny. Then I reacted that I missed being with her and she said the same about me. We began kissing and rolling around. Of course, it had been a while since I had a woman in my arms and it felt amazing. She pulled my tank top up and disattached the hooks of my bra and  began to suck on my nipples, her little soft, wet tongue slathering them. I felt the distension from the suction and moaned while my pussy received a drip feed of natural lubricant.

My fingers ran through her long, black hair while her mouth worked to heighten my ardor. She slipped her fingers under my shorts and panties and rubbed my clit. "Oh God, Sandra, you have such great hands," I blurted. I pulled her little one piece dress up to her hips and kneaded her naked ass. She hadn't worn panties under that relatively thin dress! Her nimble fingers were chasing me up to the summit of ecstasy while I unzipped her dress. Her fingers swirled and pressed on my nubbin and my hips bucked as I began to cum, grabbing her tightly while my body coped with all the heat the orgasm was imbued with.

She sat upright and pulled the dress over her head and then unhooked her bra, showing me those cute little tits of hers. I pulled her a little further forward so that I could suck on her nipples. She cradled my head while I continued to force air into my mouth by her milk ducts to give them the sensation of being tugged on. "God Miwa, that feels so good," she sighed. I dropped my righthand down and forced two fingers into her pussy. I felt the ridges of her g spot, her moist cunt warm to the touch. I fiddled those ridges and she undulated her hips in response, fucking herself on them as I continued to bury my face in her miniature pillowy hills. The pace of her pants elevated and she swung her hips harder to grind her pussy on my digits before a wave of pleasure broke through her nervous system, causing her to emit a euphoric cry. I withdrew my fingers and licked her tasty juices off of them, smiling and giggling as I did so.

I pushed her off of me and leapt on top of her. I kissed her hard and declared that I still loved her. She said the same about me and we spent the next 15 minutes or so lip wrestling and becoming wetter and wetter. "Fuck me Miwa," Sandra begged. Then I got a kinky idea. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my purse. I took out my cellphone and speed dialed Guy's number. It would be just after noon and Guy was at lunch. where he was. He picked up and sounded sleepy. "Hi Master, this is your cockslave." "Hi sweetheart, what's up?" he muttered, trying to recover his cognition. "Baby, I'm here with Sandra right now and we're having sex. We're just about to fuck. Does Master want to listen in?" "Oh yeah!" he assented. "Sandra has her legs spread right now and I am moving up between them with my left leg under her right and my right over her left hip. I'm scooting up and now our pussies are touching," I announced like a play by play man. I pushed my twat against Sandra's clit and she did the same for me. I held the phone next to our battling slits while I rocked my hips. I love the sensation of Sandra's love channel against mine because it's so soft. It's like rubbing my clit  against velvet. Both of us were moaning and Sandra pleaded with me to rub her harder. I looked at her thin form while I sought to use her pussy for my own pleasure. I put the phone to my ear as I continued to pant. "You hearing all that, baby?" Oh yeah, I can hear everything Miwa. I'm stroking myself right now in a bathroom stall imagining what you two are doing." I told Sandra what Guy was doing all the way in Tokyo while we played with each other on the other side of the ocean and she giggled before emitting more moans. I felt heat beginning to rise through me and I pumped my hips harder and faster against Sandra's and both of us were loudly cursing and sighing. My breathing was choked off for a second as the sensations attained their apogee and then it seemed to shatter and spread in fragments into every pore of my body. A minute later, Sandra let out a squeaking gasp and then a series of low screams. I pushed harder into her endeavoring to make her cum as much as possible.

The redness on her face and chest were so beautiful against her otherwise pale skin and I kept at it, causing both of us to cum in a hail of profane declarations and gasps. I fell on my back exhausted as I heard Guy say, "Oh fuck!" and shoot his sperm on to his chest and stomach. I sat there for about two minutes breathing hard into the phone and he did the same. "Oh my God Miwa, that was hotter than shit," he evaluated. "Your cockslave is glad her Master enjoyed it," I smiled. "You're such a good girl cockslave. Your Master is so relaxed right now," he notified me. "Your cockslave is gratified to serve her Master that way." "Well, I have to go back to work. Thanks for that Miwa. I love you." "I love you, too, sweety. Have a good day at work."

Sandra and I cuddled each other. She informed me that we had band practice Saturday and Sunday  because we had a show the following Friday at a bar in Manhattan Beach. Sandra and I got up from bed and jammed with each other while still starkers for an hour or so. That was so much fun. I looked forward to the rehearsal Saturday because it had been over a month since our last one and they were all such good musicians.

Friday, I did the grocery shopping, walked my dogs and jammed on my re cent guitar  acquisitions. Around 8 p.m., I called Guy and had phone sex with him. That relaxed me and I went to sleep about an hour later. Just a nice mellow day.

Saturday, I rehearsed with the band for four hours as we worked the kinks out from the layoff. It was a good laugh and really fun. I told them about the jam session I had been a part of in Japan completely by accident and how the one guy mentioned we should come to Japan. "God, i wish we could go there," Denice said. "That would be a blast." The logistics of that, though, would be quite difficult. I had no idea how to make that happen. Oh well.

Sunday's rehearsal was a lot smoother and we felt like we were back on the bicycle, as it were. I phoned Guy early that morning and there was no answer. It went to voice mail, which made me worry. He returned my call several hours later just before he left for work. He apologized for not picking up and would explain to me why after he got home.