Dinner Time

Lonely and bored, I decided to call up Hideto to invite him and his friends for dinner. We decided that he would be the first to arrive at my house, sleep over for one night and that the next day his friends would come over for dinner, hang out, and then take him home.1

Hideto rang my doorbell at 7 PM. He looked like he was ready to relax, wearing a loose button-down white shirt and pants made of soft material. He even wore his glasses (which he rarely wears) to add a dash of adorableness. It was dinnertime, but we didn’t feel like eating. Instead, we just went straight to my room. Hideto unpacked his little knapsack and himself comfortable. After a few hours we had ended up playing video games and eating vanilla ice cream. At one point we even cuddled and snuggled after all the ice cream and video game playing.2

We decided to take a quick break from the cuddling. So, I called my best friend Cindy and told her that Hideto was in my house. I knew she would get excited by the news because she always wanted to speak to him. The phone rang for a few seconds then she picked up.3

“Hey Mishi!” she greeted.
“Hey dude, what’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing much, just bored. What about you?”
“Well, guess who’s over at my house!” When I said this she gasped and sounded excited.
“Oh my God Mishi, who?” She questioned desperately.
“Well, he’s Asian, dashingly handsome, and you know him!” I hinted. Cindy gasped in excitement again. “Mishi, is it Hideto?!” she asked. I replied “Yep!” and she squealed and gave me the usual “Oh my God!” and wanted to speak to him on the phone but was too shy.4

I finished speaking to Cindy and went back to bed; back to the cuddling and embracing Hideto’s warm small body. His breath was hot yet soothing against my skin and his delicate kisses left trickles of liquid on my forehead, cheeks, and lips. We shared special moments we had longed for, and we finally got them on that night. Mom was in the house the entire time but to my surprise she didn’t mind me having a male companion in the house who was way older than me, in my room, with me, door locked and all.5

The night went by quickly and soon enough it was day again. Hideto’s roommates Tetsu, Ken, and Yukihiro arrived in the late afternoon, just when the sun was setting. I, being a person who is comfortable in her skin, wore nothing but a skirt, sandals, and a few layers of beaded necklaces around my neck, just enough to cover my breasts. Since my mother liked Hideto so much, she welcomed his friends with great charisma. They entered my room, speaking to each other in their native Japanese. They observed my room like tourists and then stood quiet and waited for me to give them something to do.6

Speaking in Japanese, Hideto told his friends to make themselves comfortable. “Tell them they can sit on my bed if they want,” I told him. He nodded and did so but his polite friends were so stiff that they instead decided to settle themselves on the floor. I quitted trying to get them to sit on my bed. I figured that they probably thought it was inappropriate to be on a bed with an underage half-naked girl.7

In the past, Hideto had told me that his friends were able to speak French, but that he didn’t have much experience with the language. So, I used that bit of information to have some sort of communication with the men. I approached Ken, and asked in French, “Do you speak French?”8

“Yes, we speak French!” Ken laughed. I let out a flirtatious chuckle and continued to listen.
“We speak French and Japanese but we don’t know how to speak English,” said a smiling Tetsu.
“Nooooo,” protested Ken. “I know English!”
“Oh really? Tell me something in English then!” I demanded.
“Hallo! I like le sex hot!” Exclaimed Ken.
“You clod!” pointed Yukihiro. “That’s not English! That the language of a sex addict!”
“Well then, that’s my life!” said Ken who shrugged as he laughed.9

I noticed that all four of us were laughing, except for Hideto. “Do you not like Hideto?” Tetsu asked me, as he looked over at the silent man. “My God, no way!” I answered. “Ah, then talk to him! He can speak French now!” said Yukihiro. I had no idea that Hideto learned how to speak French. “He learned only for you!” added Tetsu, and I was in more shock than before.10

“Hideto! I didn’t know you spoke French!” I told him in English. He half-smiled and looked hurt by the fact that I ignored him for most of the evening. “You never asked,” he said. I pulled him by the arm to set him closer to me, to make him feel like a part of the group. My effort in pulling him towards me caused the necklaces resting on my chest to move, revealing my breasts. “Boob alert!” yelled Ken, trying to cop a feel. I looked down and rearranged the beads to cover me back up and lightly slapped Ken’s hand. “You hentai!” I said, and we all laughed. Hideto laughed too, but he didn’t mean it.11

We all heard a voice from outside my room. “Leetle boy and leetle girl! Food ready!” announced my mother in her poor English. All of the laughter had us so entertained that we hadn’t realized how hungry we were. The guys got up and went to the dining room. “I’m going to stay here and change these oh so scandalous clothes,” I told Hideto, and he smiled shyly and gave my hand a quick kiss before he walked out.12

I rummaged through drawers, looking for a sexy but stylish shirt. I finally came across a lovely turquoise tee with sparkles and put it on. I heard “Ey! I’m going to the bathroom!” from down the hallway. It was Ken’s voice and he was going to the bathroom, which happened to be right next to my room. While he used the bathroom I closed the door to my room to proceed and change my skirt when all of a sudden Ken opened it and came in. “Ah, Mister Ken, what are you doing in my room?” I asked flirtatiously. 13

He didn’t say anything and before I knew it I was pushed up against a wall, with Ken’s tongue entwined with mine. He lifted my legs and separated them. Not much to his shock, I had no underwear on. With my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands were focused on my behind and his cigarette-scented voiced whispered “I want to have sex with you” in my ear. My eyes closed and I hissed in desire once I heard those words. I rubbed my exposed flesh onto his pelvis in desperation and he unzipped his pants to reveal his erection. In one long push, he drove himself into me.14

He pushed himself in and out of my passage and with each push I gasped louder and louder. In a matter of seconds we were covered in sweat. We could barely hold our breaths or rhythms. His pelvis slammed into mine repeatedly. It finally ended when he released his creamy white fluid. It filled me up and I loved being flooded by him.15

He passed his fingertips through my entrance, just enough to wipe the cum off of me. I tried to gather myself up quick enough not to make anything seem suspicious to the others, seeing as how my name was still being called for dinner. Ken zipped up his pants and fixed his hair, and I grabbed some pants and put them on. And, in tandem, we walked to the dining room silently, sat ourselves down and ate dinner with the others.16