Business as Usual Sidetrack One, part 2
wherein Jin and Fuu share their first time
by Laura Bryannan

It was with some trepidation that Jin approached the kiss, for he knew if he didn't like it the rest would be ruined. But Fuu was sweet—not too forceful, not too demure—so he happily relaxed into the activity, still incredulous she had talked him into it and somewhat giddy with anticipation about what was to come.

He remembered an exchange between his older staff. “Kissing is something you do while you're getting their bra off,” Yuki had declared, to much nodding and chuckling. Jin disagreed. Yes, it was a good diversion while one plotted and strategized, but it was a lovely activity in an of itself, and he required it to pull his consciousness out of the ethers. Fuu kissed very well and tasted nice too, vaguely of bubblegum, which seemed appropriate and reawakened fond memories of a demanding tot in a fancy pink kimono.

Jin explored carefully but thoroughly, delighted by his discoveries. After the hard, flat planes of Yuki's body, it was like handling the finest china teacup, in sharp contrast to the pewter tankard he'd become used to. He traced the delicate curves, wondering how someone so small could be such a force of nature. Her touch was creative, thrilling, her responses to his explorations most rewarding. It was going to be hard to pace himself.

The silky camisole she wore under her top allowed his fingers to slip over her breasts and tease with impunity. She squirmed and cooed, her hands happily studying him, adoring the hungry sounds he made in response to her own. After all her dreaming, it was finally happening, and she was afraid she might have romanticized it too much, built it into something it could never be. But, so far, it was nice. He kissed better than the few she'd experimented with, and his touch was gentle but effective. Her girlfriends had complained about being pinched and squeezed but, thankfully, Jin had more finesse than that and was melting her effectively.

He carried her all the way to the bedroom and she was proud she didn't giggle, overwhelmed to be finally entering the inner sanctum. Jin's apartment was bleak and empty, void of anything that would mark the place his except for the daisho in the front room and the portraits of his parents on the living room wall. All summer it had bothered her, feeling like a stranger in her dearest friend's life, worried that he had grown into someone she no longer understood.

But entering the bedroom Fuu was comforted. It smelled of his room at home, musty and dusty like a library, the scent she associated with him. The room was even decorated like his old bedroom—books and papers everywhere, spilling out of the shelving and in piles on the floor—so she was greatly relieved. The boy who belonged in this room had read his stories to her, drawn pictures to illustrate her own, and shared his hilarious, insightful observations about the grown-ups. This was the Jin she knew.

She had never seen his bed unmade, however, and that produced a hot face, reminding her of the task at hand. He sat down on it and looked around cringing, apologizing for the mess. “I wasn't planning on company,” he explained. She didn't care and said so, happy to have discovered that he was hidden back here after all. And then he was kissing her again, his hand sliding lower now, and she was swept away.

He found her trimmed but natural and was thankful, unsure of his responses had he discovered any of the strange designs frequenting the women in porn magazines. Despite her protestations, she was still so young, and the situation was incestuous enough to be thrilling yet unnerving. He knew that, had she been shaved, it would have unmanned him completely, as he had no lust for little girls and didn't want to be reminded what a baby she was.

Pleased to find her so wet, he set to learning her—the touches that made her squirm and moan, the rhythms that caused her toes to curl. One orgasm later his fingers were inside, stroking, stretching, preparing her for more. Her nipples were candies to be nibbled and he indulged greedily, sucking and swirling as she panted and murmured flattering things. Flushed, perspiring, her skin gave off a heady, intoxicating scent that that convinced him it was time.

He fished in the bedstand drawer and came up with a small packet. Taking out the condom, he asked, “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?”

She reached for it. “Let me. I want to see you.”

Her answer surprised him, and he hoped he wasn't blushing as he stood to remove his jeans. Returning to kneel in front of her on the bed but unable to look her in the face, he tried to keep his breathing steady as she touched him. When she lowered her lips he was incredulous, and while her technique wouldn't bring him release, it was tantalizing enough to destroy his pacing, so he reluctantly raised her head.

“Fuu, please,” he whispered, kissing her again, guiding the hand holding the condom to himself. She slid it over him sensuously, playfully, and he shuddered, trying not to gasp.

It wasn't the first penis Fuu had seen, but she'd never touched one and had wondered about Jin's for a long time, so she wasn't going to deprive herself of the chance to explore. It was both soft and hard, not what she expected, seemingly proud and ridiculous at the same time. Clearly a weapon capable of harm and yet still clamoring for attention like a needy toddler. She decided it seemed friendly enough, and yearned to find a place inside herself to nest and care for it.

She raised her eyes and found the beloved ones shining back at her. “Are you ready, hime?”

She nodded and he lay her back, teasing around her entrance, lubricating himself with her juices. There was pressure as he pushed inside, but it didn't hurt. In fact, it pulled everything tight and ummmmmm. Finally, after much delicious advancing and retreating, he was where she always wanted him to be. Wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly, she asked him to pause so as to take it all in.

He smelled really good this close up! Not dusty like his room but exotic like a cookie from an Indian food restaurant. He was trembling, throbbing in response to her hugging inside, and she wondered at the perfect intimacy of it all. Wishing the moment could go on forever but sensing the tension in him, like a coiled spring becoming too tightly wound, she wanted him to find the gift of that release within her. Shifting her hips, she danced an ancient invitation and he accepted, matching her rhythm and spurring her onward.

She opened her eyes to find him watching, face full of appreciation. “You're delicious!” he announced, smiling, making the most erotic sounds as he moved within her. The moment was so unbelievable she thought she might cry, but his next command doused those feelings immediately. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” she blustered. “Jin...I....”

He nuzzled into her neck, nipping, making her shiver, while guiding her hand to where it had spent many a lonely night. “Touch yourself,” he insisted again, “while we do it. Please, Fuu. You know how, don't you?”

“Well yes, but....” He wouldn't allow her to pull away, pressing her middle finger into herself in a way that always worked real fine, but still...it didn't seem right. “Do you really want me to?” she asked, unbelieving.

“Yes,” he assured her, shifting his angle so there was room between their bodies. “It will be good. Try. Please?”

She did, and it was good. He thrust steadily, apparently tireless, giving her plenty of time to play. He always seemed to know when an orgasm was brewing, whispering sinful things in her ear to encourage her to let go—which she did, several times, before she could tell he was finally going to release too. Wishing there was no need for a condom, wanting to touch him everywhere, he sighed her name as the orgasm rocked him and she blissfully memorized it all. Breathing him in, tasting the salty skin of his shoulder, feeling bold enough to explore his backside, then hugging him tight both inside and out before reluctantly letting go.

It was most rewarding, Jin decided, to put oneself where nature intended. The female passage was infinitely better suited for satisfying sex than the back one, holding you tantalizingly close all the way inside and not just at the entrance. It had been a lot more arousing, and even more fun, than he thought it would be, and he wondered if it would be wrong to do it again before she left for Tokyo...or maybe even a few more times, seeing that she wasn't leaving for another week. He was slipping into a doze, enjoying the feel of the precious creature snuggled against him, when she brought him up short.

“I know I'm not your first lover,” she began shyly, “but am I your first woman?”

His guts wrenched as he scrambled to find a response. The contrast between Fuu and his previous woman was striking, for Fuu was young and innocent while the other had been older and weary, battle-hardened by life. Capable and brave, his himawari had never played Damsel in Distress even when her life warranted it. Despite her youth, she had always been strong, and he had never appreciated it more than after the disastrous affair with Kohana.

“I wish with all my heart I could say yes,” he replied, sincerely. “The first was a mistake. A painful lesson I regret.”

“She hurt you?” Her expression was so indignant, it was hard not to smile.

“Only because of my own foolishness.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Now, Fuu?!? Right after we....”

“Yes, I want to know,” she stated firmly.

He sighed, lay back on the bed and spoke to the ceiling. “I was a freshman, she was a graduate student, teaching a writing course I took. She was brilliant author, an insightful teacher, and liked my work—which is all it took to lure me in, I'm afraid. I was flattered and loved seeing my writing through another's eyes, especially someone I admired and respected.

“Well, to make a long story short, she was unhappily married to a brute of a man. I was there for her, supported her, helped her escape. But once she left him, she left, having no further use for me, I suppose. She went to live in a women's cooperative, an organic farm on the outskirts of Hamamatsu.”

“Hmph!” she sniffed, snuggling closer. “Good riddance.”

He turned and kissed the top of her head. “Yes, I can see that now,” he agreed, stroking her back and appreciating her behind. “Thank you for giving me a beautiful contrast to all that.”

“Ummm, you're welcome,” she murmured sleepily. “It was nice. I liked it.” There was a short pause and then, “Jin, what's going to become of us?”

His heart sank. “Sweetheart, you know what I am. I don't....”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted. “But maybe one day you'll meet someone who likes me too, and then I'll look after the both of you.”

He jerked up on one elbow, staring intently. “Do you mean that, hime?”

She smiled at him, oddly certain. “It could happen. Not everyone's as stupid as Yuki, you know.”

He chuckled, feeling strangely lighthearted, mystified by the goosebumps dancing up his spine. “Yes, that's certainly true.”

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