Guy phoned me at just before 9:30 Monday morning, which would be 1:30 a.m. on Tuesday in Tokyo. He said that things just became, in his words, "a whole lot more interesting" at his work. One of his coworkers, who was named Sena, had apparently taken a shine to him. It started Friday, when he and a bunch of coworkers went out to eat. Now keep in mind that because of my wishes with the coin, nobody drank or used any other intoxicants. Previously, it was common for Japanese to go drinking frequently with their coworkers as a bonding exercise. Nevertheless, colleagues were still hanging out en masse on occasion. During the one the previous Friday night, Sena parked herself next to Guy and they started talking in a mixture of Japanese and English. He remarked that her English was okay, but she definitely wasn't fluent, rating it only somewhat better than his Japanese, which wasn't that hot.

He thought Sena was very cute, though somewhat conservative since she was from rural Aomori Prefecture originally, and quite well preserved for being 30, critiquing that she probably still doesn't look that much different from when she graduated college. He also found her to be quite smart and graceful. They later left that restaurant and went to a karaoke box for a couple of hours before the party broke up and everybody returned home.

Saturday, Sena phoned him and invited him to go out with her and a couple other girls who worked in her department. They ended up in a little hole in the wall eatery, where Sena told him she found him cute, intelligent and funny. The thing is that Sena knew Guy had a girlfriend because she had been alerted to that by her fellow employees after I had been in their store. She had even asked him about me. He told her that I wouldn't be coming to Japan anymore this year because I was too busy but that he wouldn't mind having a girlfriend for just when he was in country. Sena's eyes apparently lit up at this prospect. As the conversation rolled on, one of the other girls stated that Sena's apartment is really beautiful because she has a good eye for interior design. In fact, it was apparently a hobby of hers. Thus, when they were waiting for taxis to take them home, Guy said to her that he would like to check her apartment out and see if it was as nice as the other women had claimed. Now I had clued Guy in on the fact that Japanese generally don't like inviting people they barely know to their home because most Japanese houses are small relative to how big they are in the U.S. and they don't move all the time, either, so the homes are often exhibiting their age. Therefore, he wasn't expecting it when she said yes and invited him to visit her right then. "Now?" he asked her in Japanese. "Yes," she replied.

So they took a taxi to her apartment, which was cramped indeed. Yet, apparently true to her personality, it nonetheless had a certain elegance about it. He took some pics of it with his cellphone and sent them to me later and I have to say she does have good taste. Anyway, they started talking and she mentioned how sore her feet get standing on them ten hours or more a day (she was also head of her department). He offered to give her tootsies a massage, especially since he thought she had cute feet. She took him up on it and liked what he was doing a lot. Sena already knew that Guy liked her because he told her. Then he asked her if she was ticklish. She said no, but he quickly slipped his hand up her pant leg and grabbed her behind her knees and she laughed. He pulled her legs toward him so that they were flat on the floor and he quickly straddled her thighs, reached back and pulled her pant legs up and persistently tickled her in that aforementioned vulnerable spot. During one of the paroxysms his teasing caused, she suddenly rose up and he caught her. She looked hopefully into his eyes and he slowly tilted his head and she did likewise and they began kissing. Now Guy is a spectacular kisser, the best one I have experienced so far during my admittedly short time as a female. They made out and things got pretty heated. He opened her blouse, undid her bra and gently manipulated her perky A cup breasts, which turned into sucking her nipples. She allowed him to pull her pants off and then her panties, revealing a very precisely trimmed bush and a nice wet cunt. He dove right in and lapped up her juices and sucked, lightly bit and battered her clit with his tongue and gave her half a dozen orgasms, both vaginal (he used his fingers, too) and clitoral. "Guy-san ojouzu (you're really good, Guy)!" she proclaimed. He didn't bring the box of condoms I  insisted he take to Japan with him to her place. Sena said it was okay, that she was on one of her safe days and he could also pull out. Guy said no and asked her to suck him. She did, but he said she was pretty lousy at it and didn't really seem to be enjoying doing it for him. She finally got him off and he spooged her tits. I was proud of Guy for not risking pregnancy.

He wiped her off and then cuddled her for a while, telling her what a great and sexy girl she was. He spent the night at her place and then she took him to see a couple of historical sites since she knew he was interested in that stuff while they held hands the whole time. They went to his apartment after that. They began making out again and he ultimately fucked her while wearing a rubber. She said it had been a few years since she had sex because she doesn't really meet many men outside of work and, since she is a supervisor and a female, she thinks the males she was interested in were intimidated. Guy couldn't understand it and advised her to just relax because he would treat her right. She then left to go home and that is when he called me.

I said to guy that I'm glad he is getting some experience with the locals in Japan. I also gave him a lecture on how women in general operate. Plus he should heed the fact that I'm rather different personalitywise from most women and to not expect Sena to act like me. He thanked me for the advice and for letting him do this. I added that I would allow him to bring Sena to the U.S. for visits and they could act like boyfriend and girlfriend while she was here. He said he wasn't so sure that was going to happen, but he also didn't just want to use her like a yellow cab, either. "Listen sweety, you let me sleep with Sandra, so you can be with Sena if you want. Think of it that way," I proposed. "Yeah,  that'll work," he agreed. "But just remember, Miwa, I do love you and want you in my life no matter what," he elaborated, perhaps afraid that I would ulttimately become jealous and break up with him. "Guy, I love you with all of my heart. I do believe it is possible to love more than one person at a time. I love Sandra very deeply but I also feel the same about you and my life would be poorer if I lost one or both of you." "Thanks, babe. You really are special Miwa. Thanks for everything." "No problem baby. So relax and just have fun, okay? And send Sena my love." "You  got it beautiful. Take care." "Bye bye."

After that, Guy phoned me every 3-4 days to touch base. I kept reassuring him that I was longing for the day when he would be back in my bed. He said he looked forward to looking into my beautiful brown eyes again and watching me play guitar. What a sweety he is!

Sandra spent the night with me a couple of times that week then we did the gig Friday and, if I do say so myself, we smoked! We were able to play for two hours and it was in front of a very amiable crowd. The club owner let Terry's big brother videotape it for free (some clubs charge bands to do that, which is complete bullshit) and he did a decent enough job of it. Not pro quality, but still watchable and listenable. We put a couple of clips on our You Tube and Facebook pages. Then Sandra and I did a bunch of videos together just using my video camera playing various songs from different bands together as a further way to advertise ourselves.

That led to a couple more bookings, one in Solana Beach and another in a club in Anaheim. The crowd at the Solana Beach show were quite friendly and it felt more like playing in one's livingroom than a club. The Anaheim venue I had seen shows at before and while the stage is rather low, the soundman there definitely knew what he was doing and we just tore the place apart. Both Sandra and I got emails after the latter gig asking if we wanted to audition for other bands, but those outfits sucked and we diplomatically refused the overtures. I mean, come on, do people actually listen to their own songs before trying to make a go of it or do they just throw together any haphazard series of chord progressions and melodies, if any melodies are present, and hope they'll be drowning in dollars, groupies and fame before anyone is the wiser? The frightening thing is that nine out of ten signings by the record labels just suck, sometimes mildly and other times egregiously. So you know that at least 95% of the bands that form stink and that might be overly generous. It could be 99%.

While Guy was overseas, Sandra came over at least once a week, sometimes twice, which made his being gone easier to deal with. Guy's relationship with Sena was progressing well, at least from what he told me, and he did, in fact, love her. I said that she was welcome in my house as long as she didn't get jealous of me, but they would have to sleep in one of the other bedrooms together.

Finally, the day came when he was to leave Japan. Sena apparently cried when she escorted him to the airport, which I can understand. I had a nice dinner planned for him and had already done some of the prep work for it by the time I left for the airport. When I saw him enter the luggage pickup area I ran up to him and kissed him. "Oh my God Miwa, I'm so glad to see you again," he said. "Guy, I missed you so much. I feel sorry for Sena not being able to see you for God only knows how long, but Jesus,  I get to  have you in my bed again," I said, starting to cry. Shit, I wasn't supposed to be this much of a sap. Damned female emotions.

I held his hand all the way back to my house and he was smiling a lot looking at me, so he hadn't lost his love for me quite yet. We got home at six and, after I stripped naked, I told him  to go chill out while I fix dinner. I was very careful executing it because I wanted to blow his doors off. And I did. "Jesus Miwa, is there anything you don't do well?" he praised. I knew he would be tired so I wasn't necessarily expecting sex. However, after he showered, I gave him a blow job and he dozed off while I sat there quietly playing one of my guitars. Once I showered, too, I snuggled up to him with a smile on my face and slept like a baby.

At five in the morning, I felt him cuddling me. He had gotten up, brushed his teeth and then come back to bed to cuddle me, which was sweet. Of course, I know this because he woke me up. He apologized for rousing me, but I just grabbed his hands and held on to them. "I'm sorry Sena couldn't be here, too, sweety," I said. "You told her she's welcome here, right?" "Yeah. She was really surprised about that." "So do you think she'll come?" "I don't know. It almost sounds like you want to have sex with her as much as I do," he laughed. "I actually thought about that," I giggled. "She doesn't seem like the adventurous type that way, though, Miwa." "Did her blow job performance ever improve?" I wondered. "Not really. She finally confessed that giving head really isn't her thing. So I can't see her going down on you, either," he analyzed. "I don't understand how other women can't love sucking cock," I began. "I mean, men have penises and you aren't  going to want to put your mouth on it? How is it not erotic when a dick is growing on your tongue and then you make him get so excited he ejaculates? What the fuck is up with that?' I ranted. "Well, different people, different sensibilities," he said, resigned. "Yeah, that's true," I conceded. "I don't know how guys feel about the lack of enthusiasm for giving head, but if a guy wouldn't go down on me he would be gone so fast he'd be flying through the door at warp speed." "To be honest, Miwa, it's not THAT big a deal as long as she is enthusiastic about everything else and is generally loving, honest and nice." "Those are  three qualities I like about you, Guy," I flattered. "Thanks babe. You're pretty damned wonderful yourself."

"So would Master like his breakfast now?" "Cockslave, that meal last night was just amazing. After that, I would settle for a bowl of cereal just because of the effort you threw into that dinner." "Fuck Guy, stop being so damned nice!" I joked. "Well, cockslave, that's defiance and you're going to be punished for it," he intoned, though somewhat tongue in cheek. "Remind me at the end of the meal that you are due a correction," he ordered. "Yes Master, Sorry Master. But would Master please tell his cockslave what his heart's desire is for breakfast?" "Fried eggs and toast, cockslave," he commanded. "Yes Master. Would Master like that in bed?" "Oh hellz yeah!" Guy burbled. "Just for that idea, cockslave, I withdraw the punishment, but this will be absolutely the last time I am so charitable." "Yes Master. Thank you Master."

After breakfast, Guy did his laundry and I did mine. Then I donned a bikini and sandals, as per Guy's orders, and we took the dogs on an extra long walk. He took two of the bigger dogs off of my hands so that I only  had to walk my Beagle. That was really sweet of him and reminded me of another reason why I liked having him around. We returned home after a couple of hours and Guy told me to play for him. I don't think he was doing this as a way to have me practice, but truly to entertain him. It's not every day that you get to see naked female virtuoso guitarists. He had still only seen me play once live with the band. I basically mixed up everything I was able to do. Some fusion, some metal, some blues, some Santana, some Brad Paisley and Junior Brown stuff.

When he had enough, he had me sit on his lap and we made out and then he began feeling me up. "Fuck Miwa, I can't believe I get to be with someone like you. You just kick so much ass," he complimented. "Well, you deserve the best, Guy. You're such a good man," I responded. I genuinely felt that way. He continued fondling my boobs, making my nipples stiff and my pussy wet. He threw me over his shoulders and carried me into our bedroom, which was totally hot. We resumed making out and I yanked his t-shirt off so that I could feel his exposed chest against mine. It just felt so good to be intimate with this wonderful man. I wanted him inside me so much. "Baby, I want you. Just fuck me," I said. He smiled and dropped his pants and boxers on the floor and then he slid his cock into me. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back and he started screwing me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations from his flesh spear being jabbed in and out of me over and over. The vivid emotions and the pleasurable sensations combined to make me feel like I was in heaven and he stimulated me to a very warm, comforting orgasm. I told him to stop and just hold me with his cock buried in my pussy. We laid there like that for about five minutes before he commenced thrusting slowly in and out of me and kept up that leisurely pace for the next few minutes, causing me to experience another mellow cum. "Guy, I love you so much," I whispered into his ear, feeling so good about being with him. "Miwa, I love you, too, and I wish I could find the words to properly describe how much," he averred. I was beginning to feel the heat within me ramp up again. "Baby, fuck me harder," I pleaded, and he ratcheted up the ferocity of his thrusts and spurred me to multiple orgasms, reducing me to a shuddering mess, before he unburdened his balls into my sperm catcher.

We had a nice little vacation together for a few days and then he had to reregister for school and go back to work the following Monday. I really wanted him all to myself and didn't care for it when he would come home stressing out about something that happened at his job. I sat him down one day and argued why he should quit and just live with me while he was going to school. It would make things a lot easier on him since he would only have to deal with his studies and wouldn't even have to pay rent. The only provisos I stipulated were that he would work out everyday, which he admitted he needed to do, don't make a mess of my house and work his ass off in school. He also wasn't going to make the company he was working for his career anyway. So why burn himself out?

He conceded that I had a case and that the idea of slogging through another semester of sleep deprivation wasn't appealing to him. So a month after he returned from Japan, he gave his notice and was, so to speak, a free man. I also bought him a new car since the one he had was pretty beat up. It was now the second week of July and we got into this routine where we would get up, eat breakfast, swim laps for a while at our development's olympic sized pool and then take my dogs out. Then we came back home and he would read and I would practice my guitar playing. He asked me to begin teaching him how to play properly, too, and I said yes to that only as long as he would practice for two hours a day.. He was eager and, with me there to act as a kind of incentive for him, he stuck to that promise and progressed rapidly,  at least initially.

Because I was a former male, I  understood the position Guy was in and because I loved him I tried to make things as easy as possible on him. Also, due to me having the same sex drive I had when I was 18, Guy and I were having sex pretty much every day, except when I was on my period and even then I gladly sucked him off.

He kept in touch with Sena via email and text and she decided to come to the U.S. the first week of August. By that time, eating real food and not takeout pizza and hamburgers plus the swimming and the walking resulted in Guy's body beginning to become more wiry. He was also sleeping better at night, too. I encouraged him to begin a weight lifting regimen and he took me up on it, so I ordered a bunch of equipment and turned one of the spare bedrooms into a gym. He did his weight work every other day for an hour at first and then for up to two hours, depending on his mood.

Just to make things less awkward, when Sena landed at LAX, I didn't go with him to pick her up. In fact, I didn't even hear them come in the door since I was jamming away on a Racer X tune, "Hammer Away," when they walked into my music room together. Sena, understandably, was tense in meeting me. But Guy was right, she was cute, checking in at 5'3" and probably 105-110 pounds, thick-ish lips, bewitching eyes and she was indeed as intelligent as he had indicated. I greeted her in Japanese and she complimented me on my house. My dogs were busy trying to make friends with her, too, which kind of helped loosen her up. It was just about six now and I put my guitar down to go make dinner. We ate while conversing in a combination of English and Japanese. Talking to her, it amazed me that nobody had married her. I even said that if she and Guy married they would have amazing kids. She was flattered by that, but the question marks on her face were pretty apparent, too, as to why I was being so accepting of this situation. Yes, I loved him, but reality is what it is and I could understand what he saw in her.

Later that night, when Guy went to take his shower, I walked into the guest bedroom that they were sleeping in together, sat her down, and urged her to relax and just have fun. I finished the conversation with a hug and told her to ask me when she needed anything. An hour later, Guy was fucking her brains out. I know that because I snuck up next to their door and listened in. And yes, I played with my clit and had an intense orgasm while doing so. I wanted to see her naked, but that would have to wait.