Fumi San - Japanese School Girl Chap 3.3 and 3.2

March 8, 2008

Hilltop

I could tell he wasn’t much older then I was but like me he had gone through a lot. I don’t know if he was good looking. None of the clients I had been with were attractive to me, I grew up dreaming about Japanese pop-star idols, and Jose didn’t look like any Japanese rock star I had ever seen.

The next time I saw Jose was the following Tuesday night. He smiled at me as if he was glad to see me. Jose was tall, tan and slanky, I could tell that he wasn’t much older then I was but his face was aged from life on the streets. Perhaps if I had grown up in the United States I could honestly say that I found him attractive, but his bold head and the tattoos that covered his neck I didn’t know what to think. Nonetheless he was my only source of “powder” and after our moment together in the alley I felt strangely attracted to him. He was the first and only person I had been able to share my ordeal with Duke with.

“Hey what up girl” he asked me with a smile.

“Hello Jose.”

“You looking for more stuff?” he asked, this time without the tough street talk that I had experienced the first time we had meet him.

“Yes, please!” I was excited and flattered by his demeanor.

“What you got to offer?” he asked, I think he wasn’t sure if I had cash to pay this time.

“Um..anything,” I replied, still not having any money.

“O, I got you girl.”

Jose took me to his car this time. It was parked in a private parking lot with an attendant a few blocks off his corner. The car was an older model, a Mercury Cougar, it had gold rims and trim that matched. I was surprised, but the seats were leather and even though it was old, everything about it was well taken care off. Once we drove off a few blocks, I pulled back my seat and started to strip as I did for Marty, out of habit. I could tell that Jose was pleased.

“Got damn, you the strangest strawberry I’ve ever seen!”

Like Marty he started to unzip his pants. His jeans were baggy, and he fumbled to get his buckle undone. I made my way to his lap over the gear shifts, I assisted and took pulled his pants down and started kissing and licking his rod while he drove. Eager to please I began deep throating and jerking him off harder.

“Calm down girl,” he resisted, “We’ve got time.”

Understanding his command, I stopped with the hard oral play. For the rest of the drive I mostly licked and kissed his, using my tongue to playfully twirl his head around my mouth at times I’d let him go soft just so I could arose him again.

It probably took us a good 30 minutes to reach our destination. It was a hilltop over looking the city. The lights were beautiful, I had never taken the time to realize how amazing Los Angeles could look at night. The buildings and cars, and traffic all their lights danced magically. I took a few moments to appreciate how breath taking it all looked. Finally we parked on the side of the road. I could tell it was an area that wasn’t driven by frequently. I thought to myself, this is where he wants to fuck me.

Jose got out of the car. I was already naked and sure that he wanted me to stay that way, so I left my clothes in the car. I followed him, he sat on the front hood and spent a minute just enjoying the view. I was naked and cold. A part of me loved the scene, the experience, but I started to shiver. Jose noticed my cold and he pulled me close to him. He sat me on his lap and started to talk.

“You know, my parents use to come up here when they were young. Just came from Mexico and to poor to buy movie tickets… My father told me that his dream car was a 70 Cougar. He never got one for himself, but I always promised myself as kid I’d have that car.”

I guess that was as personal as he could get, Jose was telling me about apart of his past like I had him. I guess our lives had both worn us down, neither of us were really able to talk about much. We didn’t’ use anymore words that night. There was too much we didn’t want to talk about,and too much to say anyway.

Jose didn’t fuck me that night. We spent the rest of our time just sitting and starring at the lights. I was still mostly naked except for my shoes, but he kept me close and warm with his arms around me. He shared with me his jacket, and made me feel comfortable and cared for and safe. It was different, different from all the things that I had known from Duke and even my family. I never got to experience how men and women were suppose to be with one another. I had spent my entire life at all girl boarding schools. The only two men that I had ever known were my father and Duke. My father taught me how to obey men, while Duke, he taught me how to please them. In the end I am not sure if my father or Duke were very different, or what they did to me was very different. I don’t think either thought very much of me as a person, rather they were just trying to sculpt what they thought a woman should be; a woman meant to please and obey others. This moment with Jose,however was how I always guessed it should have or could have been.

I left Jose with 4 lines worth of powder that night. Besides the time we spent together, he didn’t ask for anything else and he even took me home. A part of me felt guilty, I knew how cranky and upset men could be if they didn’t come. I didn’t want to not please Jose. Even as we pulled up to my father’s house, I asked him, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“No.”

“I can suck you,” I offered again.

“No,” he turned me down again, and a part of me was sad that I hadn’t satisfied him. I looked down, my expression clearly showing that I was ashamed of myself.

Jose sensed that I was uneasy, and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Huh?” I looked up, not understanding why he asked the question.

“What’s your name strawberry?”

“Um, me Fumi-san,” I introduced myself with my personal name.

“OK Fumi-san. Thank you,” he kindly offered.

“O, arigato!” I said excitedly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Jose was surprised, and I didn’t know how to respond to his reaction, so I left his car in a hurry. Jose waited for me to enter my side gate before pulling away. Which was sweet. And I knew that even though I didn’t make him cum, he was happy. And I was happy for that.

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Anything

She opens herself to Jose and tells him about Duke

A few days later, I went back to see Jose again. I still had enough coke to last me through the weekend, but I had spent the past few days thinking of him often. I wanted to see him again. I thought maybe we’d even be able to go back tothe hilltop. I still felt badly for not satisfying him that last time, and wanted desperately to make up for it. They sound like foolish thoughts; I guess there was still a part of me that was innocent and craved for what I imagined spending time with a man could be.

Jose was working his corner again, I don’t know if he ever did anything else. It started to seem like he was always there. He must have had a lot of clients I thought. When I greeted him he looked surprised, I guess he didn’t think he’d see me again until the next week. Jose smiled nonetheless and this time, he stepped in close to me and gave me a soft hug with one arm. I was surprised, I wasn’t sure how to hug back, up until now the only person I can ever remember hugging was my mother, it wasn’t something that was common for Japanese people and something that none of my clients had ever done. So I froze. Jose looked down at me, he seemed disappointed, and I was angry with myself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I pleaded. My eyes even started to tear. “I… I don’t know how,” I tried to be honest.

Jose just grinned. “Chica you a strange one,” he said then gave a little laughed. “But we can work on that.”

I was glad that he understood.

“You gonna have to wait a while though. It’s cracking tonight and I got to make that moneyFumi-san.”

“OK.”

I spent the next hour watching him from the inside of a late night taqueria. Ever five minutes or so, someone would come looking for drugs. I noticed that depending on what they were asking for, Jose would reach into a different. Later I found out that he mainly sold 2 items: Coke and Marijuana. All the other stuff you could get to much time for, even though the money was good he reasoned. I figured that said a lot about his character, he was a patient man and he thought things out. In that way he was a lot like my father. In between every few clients, Jose would come in to check up on me. He bought me a soda, and even asked if I wanted a taco. I had never had a taco before and although I was interested, I didn’t want him spending any more of his money on me, so thanked him, but declined.

When Jose’s pockets were no longer bulging I figured that he had ran out of his products and he was done for the night. We went to pick up his car, and like last time, after we had cleared the parking attendant I leaned back the seat and took off my clothes for him. Jose was pleased and he started rubbing my stomach.

“Chica, you really know how to please a vato,” he complimented. “Cuz damn, I like my girls buck naked.”

I smiled and offered to give him “freeway head.”

“Yeah, but why don’t you just keep it in your mouth. Like last time.”

I bent over to his side and kissed his cock softly, I spent the entire ride as he instructed with his dick in my mouth, slowly twisting it between my cheeks and occasionally pulling it out to give it a kiss or a lick.

He took me back to the hilltop just like I had hoped. Again I sat on his lap as we enjoyed the view.

“You use to work for Duke?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, you know him?” I was curious.

“Man, everyone knows Duke, or use to before they got him. Vato was a player. But he got greedy A; started flipping shit he shouldn’t have been touching.”

“I use to work for him,” I fearfully confessed, I was afraid that telling him so would spoil the moment. Ruin everything.

Jose didn’t think much of it, “Shit you must know Marty,” he laughed.“Shit that explains it.”

“Yes, Marty was nice to me, but he always looked mean,” I recalled.

“All man, Marty is all good. He’s an O.G.”

I didn’t understand his slang, but I played along. For example, what is vato, or what is O.G. appreviated for. I was a little lost, but I understood most of what he said.

I was still surprised by Jose’s reaction to my relationship with Duke. I don’t know how, or why but Jose seemed able to accept my pass. My family, the police, everyone made me feel like I was dirty for the things that I had done for Duke. I didn’t know any better at the time, I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t. Jose was the first person to understandthat and to be able to overlook what I had been. In fact, he even sounded excited when I started talking about my clients and asked me to go into detail.

“Fuck girl, that’s hot!” he complimented.

“That’s OK with you?” I was unsure.

“Hell yeah! Me personally, I like it when a girl’s got experience. “

It had only been a few meetings, but I was growing a true feeling of attachment for Jose. He was sweet and accepting.Most importantly when I was with him, the world felt like it stopped;it was just he and I. I felt like my past was gone, there was no shame. Somehow I was in a place were everything I wanted to do or could do was right. There were no restriction, no worries about family honor, no no’s.

“I want to make you come, “ I confessed. “I wanted to thank you for last time.”

Jose took a few seconds to look me over. Then he leaned back on his elbows, against the hood of his car, “You really mean what you say Fumi-san?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. Words were important in Japanese culture, we are always taught to never say what it is we don’t mean or make promises we can’t keep.

“How about what you said in the alley?”

I was embarrassed and blushed. I knew that what I had said that first time was said out of excitement and a desire to please. Other then that I don’t know why I said those things, I wasn’t sure if I don’t think I meant it then. But I was sure now, after spending the last few times with Jose, and sharing my past with him like he had with me, I knew I could truly mean it now.

“I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just tell me what to do,” I repeated my words from that night.

Jose was pleased, he told me to get on my knees and show him what a good slut I could be. I was quickly finding out that as sweet as he was when we talked one on one he like to be in control when he fucked me, loved talking dirty and loved it even more when I talked dirty back. This was fine with me, the control, I was use to, and coming from Jose I strangely craved. As far as being called a slut or a whore or being prompted to call myself those things, that didn’t effect me much either. Duke made me use to the names, the girls that worked for him threw the words around carelessly. And besides, I got the sense that for Jose it was just a part of their street language.

Sex on the Car

Jose offered me some coke as he dropped me off, but I declined.

He looked surprised, and then asked, “Well what was that for?”

“Um, for you,” I responded and gave him another kiss on the cheek.

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