Saturday morning, I cooked a Japanese style breakfast to help make Sena more comfortable and then Guy took her up to L.A. to show her around. They didn't get back until after 9 p.m. As I did the previous evening, I listened as Guy plowed her back 40 before going to bed myself following a nice diddle and orgasm. They were also gone pretty much all day Sunday, too, since he squired her around Disneyland. I fell asleep before they returned. I checked on them when I got up Monday since they were still asleep and they were starkers, Sena's little soft wedged shaped tits peeking out above the blanket. I put on a bikini and some sandals and took my dogs out for an early morning walk. Temperatures were going to be in the 90's that day, so the sooner I took them out and siphoned off their energy the better.

By 10 a.m., they still hadn't showed themselves and so I made myself a little breakfast of a banana muffin and miso soup. Not very culinary correct, but it got the job done. On the way to my music room, I put my ear to their door and heard the familiar sounds of sex. In fact, I could hear Guy's pubic bone crashing hard against Sena's ass and I pictured him holding her hips as she was on all fours and jackhammering his weapon into her. They finally emerged just before noon and we all had lunch together. She ate so primly, each movement of her chopsticks accomplished so gracefully, it was like she had practiced those movements as a gymnast does a floor routine. In my dirty little mind, this was quite a contrast to her taking cock gratefully like a particularly desperate whore.

Guy announced that he was going to take Sena to the beach since it was going to be too hot to do anything else and suggested that she change into a bikini. I volunteered to help. I went into their bedroom with her and she pulled a nice white two piece bathing suit out of her suitcase. She stripped and so I finally got to see her nude. She had a neatly trimmed black bush. Her body profile was a little more rounded than mine, but I remarked how cute she looked as I closed the backstrap of her top. "You're so elegant, Sena. No wonder Guy is in love with you," I asserted.

She then asked me what I intended to do about my relationship with him. I countered in Japanese that, "if you mean do I intend to marry him, the answer is no because I don't believe in marriage. Having said that, though, I intend to keep on loving him because he is such a great guy." She then asked me if I get jealous of her (Sena). "Sena, there are limitless variations in this world as to how a given person looks at love and sex. I believe one can love multiple people, so I harbor no ill wail toward you at all and hope we can be good friends. I know that you came here so that you can experience Guy's love and I understand that. But I also know that he loves me just as much as he does you. We shouldn't turn love into a bad thing. Instead, we should be grateful that we are loved by anyone, even if we have to share that love with someone else." She said my thinking was "kawatta," or "odd/oddball." At the same time, though, she was glad I was being so cool about her dalliance with Guy. "The main thing for me, Sena, is that Guy is happy and if that means he needs you in his life for him to be so then I'm okay with that," I explained. The truth was, though, that I wanted to rip that bikini off of Sena and lick her to so many orgasms she would be rendered breathless.

Guy came knocking on the door, obviously having become impatient with waiting for her to just put on a simple bikini. They took off and then were back about four hours later. They got dressed and he took her shopping for gifts to give the folks back home ("omiyage" in Japanese). While they were away, Sandra came over. I made dinner for the two of us and then we went to bed, where I munched her carpet like a thirsty dog and then took it to her with a strap on. Once we were suitably relaxed, we jammed for a couple of hours. Guy and Sena returned, by which time it was just short of ten. Guy came to the music room to tell me they were home. "Hey Sandra! How are you babe?! he exclaimed, giving her a hug. He introduced Sandra as my "kanojo (girlfriend)," which I thought was a pretty funny move. Maybe he wanted to get a rise out of Sena and she completely took the bait. "Eh? Kanojo desu ka? Miwa-san ha bi?" "Hai, bisexual desu yo," I informed her. "Sandra mo kareshi iru wa yo (Sandra also has a boyfriend)," I told her. Keep in mind that Japan is a deeply homophobic country, so I wasn't THAT surprised by her reaction. She was speechless. First, I tell her that Guy is at the center of what amounts to a polyamorous relationship and now she finds out that Sandra and I engage in lesbian sex from time to time. Guy had a big shit eating grin on his face seeing her reaction. I looked at him and said, "you're going to have to give her the 'sex isn't dirty and neither is pussy or cock' talk babe." "Miwa, I don't think I can necessarily communicate that well to her. Do you want to take a run at it?" "Yeah, I guess, but I'm not sure she trusts me as much as she does you." "Sorry babe. I wish my Japanese was better." "I know you can't help it sweety."

I told Sandra just to hang loose for a few minutes and I seized Guy's arm and dragged him into my room. Sena, of course, tailed him. I closed the door and asked Sena to have a seat on my bed. I said to her that like in our previous talk about how a person can love many people, some are born with the desire to be with both sexes. It's just part of the variations of life. And whether love is from someone of the same or opposite sex, it is a wonderful thing because it makes people happy. Moreover, genitals and bodies aren't dirty. "You aren't a dirty person, right? So there is nothing dirty about your breasts or vagina or mine or Guy's penis. So when I lick Sandra's pussy ("omanko"), I relish her taste, her smell and the ability to give her pleasure. When I suck Guy's thing, I find it really erotic when it lengthens and thickens in my mouth and then I make him spurt. Plus it gives him pleasure. Therefore, I love to suck him."

"Have you ever had any lesbian experiences Sena?" She almost frantically waved no with her hands. "Sena, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, but you know the Japanese saying that, "when you are outside of Japan there is no such thing as shame (tabi ha haji kakisute)," right? Well, you can have a lesbian experience while you're here if you want to and nobody back home would find out. Would you like to try it? Sandra and I can lick you and you don't have to lick us if you don't want to." Sena's face was red in embarrassment, which was kinda hot. She also seemed very confused. Guy told her in Japanese she didn't have to do anything. "Wait a second, I want to think about this," she replied. Finally, she looked at Guy and asked him, "so Guy, if I do this you won't think I'm dirty, right?" Guy walked up to her, hugged her, kissed her and said, "Sena-chan, it's impossible for anyone to ever call you dirty." I was surprised that she was giving it serious consideration. But girls tend to love the dangerous and the daring,  which is why they go for men who possess those qualities a lot.

"Okay," she agreed in a small voice. I turned to Guy and told him not to get involved unless she asks him to. Then I informed Sena that if at any point she wants us to stop we will. Sandra had no idea any of this was going on, so she was gobsmacked when I walked back into the music room and blurted that we're both about to eat Sena out. She smiled and followed me into my bedroom. I scooted up next to Sena and caressed her left cheek in my righthand. I tilted my head a bit as I very slowly moved in on her with my soft, moist lips and tenderly kissed her. Sandra climbed into bed behind her and placed her hands on Sena's hips and began kissing and nibbling her neck. Sena let out a puff of air like she had just swallowed a bug. I very gently placed more kisses on Sena's thick lips and she started kissing me back. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders while Sandra reached around and undid the buttons on Sena's blouse. "You're so cute," I remarked to Sena as Sandra loosened the snaps on the 30 year old's bra. I helped Sena out of her blouse and bra, exposing her perky A cups. I toppled Sena on to her back and Sandra and I pounced on her nipples, licking and sucking on them as if they were miniature Tootsie Pops. Sena's milk ducts were now as stiff as Guy's cock no doubt was from watching this. She was also moaning and I unsnapped the button on her khaki pants and slid the zipper down. My hand snaked its way under the fabric of her white silk panties and immediately detected wetness. I rubbed her clit as Sandra and I continued to double team her teats and her breathing was escalating in rapidity and gaspiness. "Kimochi ii? (does it feel good?)" I asked. "Kimochi iiiiiiii (it feels sooo goooood)," she sighed. I frigged her with more conviction and brought her to a panting, shuddering climax.

"Do you want us to continue?" I asked Sena. "Yes," she dreamily consented. I got up and took my clothes off and then pulled Sena's pants and panties off, revealing her muff. I admired the shape of her legs and the beauty of the skin that they were encased in. I slowly kissed my way up them to her inner thighs, which I nibbled and tickled with the tip of my tongue. Sandra removed her own clothes and kissed Sena passionately, telling her in Japanese she was cute while my tongue was darting against Sena's clit and then lapping at it, making her jerk as the jolts of electricity hit her. Sena started fondling Sandra's own A cups as I pushed her up the hill of pleasure with my mouth. The flow of natural lubricant from Sena's pussy was increasing markedly the more I worked on her clit. "Ahhhhhhh, ikisou (I'm going to cum)!" she whimpered and emitted a long stream of pants before I slurped her over the edge with a prolonged suck and then several short ones, her voice quaking as the orgasm subsided. "Kimochi yosugita (that felt too good)," she panted. I turned Sena's pussy over to Sandra and laid on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. "Guy, come here and fuck me," I begged. "I thought you'd never ask," he cracked and shed his attire. I was soon treated to the sensation of his love missile targeting my inner reaches. The room was beginning to fill with the smell of everybody's juices. Sandra brought Sena off just as I was climaxing too, our cries of ecstasy resounding off the walls.

I told Guy to pull out and fuck Sena. Sandra came over and sat on my face as Guy entered Sena and from there the scene was a mixture of entangled bodies and the sound of juices being stirred and then declarations to the deity and muttered curse words, the crescendo reached when Guy's guttural growl signaled the release of his balljuice onto Sena's stomach when he pulled out of her unprotected twat. "Well, here's to  hoping that you're not pregnant, Sena!" Guy laughed. She had her period two days later, so she wasn't, as it turned out. But it did mean no more sex for Guy and her before she had to go back to Japan.

"So how did you feel about this?" I asked Sena. "It was exciting!" she giggled. "I didn't know being with girls could be like that!" she elaborated. "So are you interested in girls now?' I interrogated. "Not really. But at least I understand more about lesbians and what they get out of what they do," Sena allowed. "That's too bad, Sena. You're super cute!" Sandra bubbled. "You're a lot prettier than I am," Sena modestly retorted. I walked over to Sena and hugged and kissed her. "So Sena, " I said in Japanese, "are we friends now?" "Yes, I think so," she said, smiling, in broken English. "Sena, Guy and I are going to visit Japan next summer after he graduates from college. I hope we can see you there then," I proclaimed. "Me, too," she said. I just made up my mind right then to do that. "Until then, please come and stay with us again," I invited. "Thank you," she said.

Guy pulled Sena up from the bed and hugged her. "Daisuki yo (I love you) Sena-chan!" he declared. "Daisuki!" she swore to Guy with an affectionate smile. Sandra once again remarked as to how cute Sena was and how lucky Guy was to have found her. "So Sena, do you want to go to bed with Guy now?' I teased. She giggled and he took her hand and led her to their bedroom. Sandra and I took a shower together and then went to sleep.

The next morning, the alarm went off and I roused Sandra so she could get ready for work. While she was prettying herself up for her bosses, I made her a Japanese breakfast since she hadn't had one in a long time. She then hustled off to work. Guy and Sena woke up a couple of hours later. I told them I already ate, so Guy and her went to a local restaurant for breakfast. When they came back, I apologized to Sena that it was so hot that week. She smiled and noted that at least there wasn't the humidity she would experience at the same time in Japan, where it was monsoon season, so the heat in Southern California was more comfortable. In other words, "it's a dry heat." But that was like saying it was better to be baked alive than steamed.

Sena decided that she just wanted to hang out with Guy at home anyway. So I asked her if she had ever tried bondage. She said she hadn't. I inquired as to whether she would like to experience being tied up. She looked at Guy like, "what should I do?" He told her to try it and see how she felt. "Okay, as long as it won't hurt." "Don't worry, it won't," I pledged. I had her put her hands behind her back and tied them together. Then I bound her ankles and anchored the hand tie to them, which left her immobilized on her knees. I remarked in Japanese that we could now do anything with her we wanted. That idea made her moan! She blushed when she was found out. Guy and I looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Within every outwardly conservative person lies the heart of a freak.

I undid the hand tie and had her stagger to her feet still bound at the ankles. I retied her hands in front of her and anchored it to the ankle ropes again. "You like this, don't you?" I smiled wickedly. "Yes," she admitted in a small voice. "Do you spank her in bed, Guy?" I  wondered. "Not yet," he chuckled. "Supanku saretai (do you want to be spanked)?" I pondered. She giggled. I gave her a playful slap on the ass and she yelped and laughed. I whispered in Guy's ear to tickle her, which he did and she screamed and giggled. I untied her and asked her what she thought. "It was stimulating," she offered. What she REALLY meant was, "It got me really wet." That night, Guy tied her up spread eagle without any resistance at all and had lots of fun with her. But she got her period the next afternoon and so the pushing of her bondage limits was terminated for the time being. He babied her for the rest of that day and the day after before he and I took her to the airport. "Sena, both of us love you. Please keep in touch, " I said to her. She said she would and her and Guy separated after a long, deep kiss goodbye.

"God, I can't believe we got away with that shit," Guy laughed on the way home. "You're such an instigator, Miwa. Those bondage and lesbian moves were fucking epic!" he grinned. "Yeah, weird how that happened," I giggled. "Yeah, but it kinda sucked that she went on the rag right when it seemed like she was finally relaxing and enjoying herself." he lamented.

Once we got home from the airport, Terry called and told me she had booked some gigs for us. We were going to play the biker bar again and a club in Long Beach we had gigged at before. Guy's school also had us back for a noontime show. She cleared it with Sandra, who was able to get a three hour window free from her work for it. And then we were going to play an all female tribute band extravaganza in San Diego at a theater/concert hall there. We were going to be second on the bill before a well known Iron Maiden cover act, which amazed me. However, members of a couple of the other bands didn't want to follow us and so they took lower slots even thought they had bigger followings than us. Talk about a compliment!

The upshot of all that was that we were in rehearsal all of the following week and then played the bar in Long Beach the Wednesday after that and killed. We headlined and played for two hours, including encores, to a full house of about 200 people and had a good old time. We hung out until closing time and got a lot of email addresses. The day after that, we papered both L.A. and Orange County for our other shows, too.

The week that Guy started back to school, we played the biker bar and, again, filled the place. Guy was able to come to the gigs and help with equipment and setup. As soon as we hit the stage, the crowd was going bananas and I recognized a lot of the faces from the gigs we did there the previous year. Just a great night musically, though we overheard some of them talking about "which of those chink bitches do you want to fuck?" That kinda made us a little nauseous personally.

The tribute band concert was the weekend following Labor Day. The audience was super supportive. The show began at noon and we came on at 5:30 after an AC/DC cover band, who kicked tons of ass, by the way. When we were ready, the lights went out and Terry stood atop the double bass drum kit as Sandra and I crouched with our backs against each other and as soon as the announcement was made, we blasted into "Blackout" and Terry jumped from the drum kit 80's style  as Sandra and I separated and was running all over the stage like she was on crank before the first verse came up. When we finished the song, Terry greeted the crowd and complimented the other bands before we launched into "Dynamite," with Sandra posing and preening up a storm as she unloaded a screaming lead break on her Flying V while I did the rhythm guitar part on my Explorer. We then segued into "Lovedrive," with Sandra doing Michael Schenker's solos and then we kicked  into "Picture Life." Since we only had 60 minutes for our basic set plus another 15 minutes for encores, we did "Still Loving You" and "No One Like You" before sliding into what was otherwise the end of our normal set, "Another Piece of Meat," "Don't Make Promises (Your Body Can't Keep)" and "Rock You Like a Hurricane." We got called back for an encore and used up the entire 15 minutes with "Speedy's Coming," "We'll Burn the Sky" and "Coming Home."

We hung out with the crowd afterward still dressed in our stage outfits and tons of guys wanted their picture taken with us and, again, we got more email addresses to send announcements to. Guy drove the equipment truck home that night because Terry was just knackered from the energy she had expended at the show and hadn't gotten much sleep the night before anyway. The girls in the Iron Maiden tribute group were really cool and they played a blinder of a set. We did a couple more shows with them that fall as their opening act.

The thing that sucked, though, was that Guy was in class when we did the gig at his school. We also had some technical problems that slowed things down and it was pretty unsatisfying.

Two weeks after that, we opened for that Iron Maiden cover act and we pretty much blew them off the stage. It was just one of those nights when we were especially tight and crisp and they were having an off gig which happens to everybody. A month later, we opened for them again and while we played very, very well, it only seemed to push the headliner harder and they absolutely destroyed, definitely firing on all six, as it were.

While all that craziness was going on, Guy was dealing with school. I thought he would slack off his guitar practice and workouts due to the academic grind, but he somehow kept at it. He said that when he really wants something he obsessively focuses on it. He was basically at school from 8-5 every day and spent time in the library on the weekends here and there, too. But we basically had the evenings and weekends free for him and me to spend together and he was able to get  to sleep at a reasonable hour. I was super proud of him. We were still having some form of sex every day like we did after he returned from Japan, somethng that definitely wasn't true when he was still working the previous year.

Sena continued to keep in touch, too. She notified Guy she was going to come here during the New Year's holidays in Japan, which is basically congruent with the Christmas holidays in the U.S. I hoped that I could get another shot at getting my mouth on her snatch and help her explore her submissive tendencies a bit more.

When November came, the band shut it down for the rest of the year. The four straight days Guy had off from school during Thanksgiving helped him decompress from the stress of school as well as the daily commute. He went home for a few hours on Thanksgiving Day to have dinner with his family and then hightailed it back to my place as soon as he could make a graceful exit.

The first couple of weeks of December, though, we barely even  talked because he was finishing major term papers. He stayed up all night a couple of times to finish them because he didn't want his train of thought interrupted by taking breaks. So it was a huge relief for our relationship and for him when he was able to turn them in early and be done with them. Then he had to cram like a fiend for finals ahead of time because Sena was coming over the holidays and he wouldn't have that much of an opening in his schedule to hit the books then. I tried to stay out of his way because I understood what he was going through and just looked forward to cuddling in bed and, when it happened, sex. We were in the home stretch, though.  Guy would have one more semester left until graduation and then he would enroll in a teacher credentialing program, which would take another year or two to finish, I wasn't sure, but it would be a lot easier to handle psychologically for him than it was for him as an undergrad. In the meantime, he and I looked forward to how we were going to handle Sena.