The Return of Carolyn Lord: Part One
It was the night before her first day at the new job,
and 30-year old Miss Carolyn Lord was feeling extremely
nervous about the whole thing. It was very late, yet
Carolyn still remained in her tub of now tepid bath
water. It was so comforting and peaceful just sitting
there. The world outside had become just too confusing
for her to ever willingly leave this tub again.
To make herself feel better, she thought about her new
well-paid position working for the unusual Mrs. Stevens,
but it did not really help.
Mrs. Abigail Stevens was a company's representative at
a disastrous conference which Carolyn had attended two
weeks ago. Of course, she was aware that Mrs. Stevens
had nothing to do with those terrible things that
happened to her that fateful day at the hands of her
former co-workers.
Yet, it was still with extreme misgivings that she had
accepted the position so strangely offered that Saturday
by Mrs. Stevens as her executive secretary. She didn't
entirely trust the woman, for reasons she couldn't
exactly explain, but she was between jobs at the moment
and that always made her feel very insecure.
The way the woman kept staring at her the day of the
conference!
With all that had happened, she could still feel Mrs.
Stevens' eyes burning into her own. Weird!
But then, after that one terrible weekend she didn't
feel very secure about much of anything. Except Tamiko,
of course. The small Japanese exchange student currently
staying with her was the only person Carolyn felt she
could be sure of not to try and take advantage of her.
She knew she could trust the girl implicitly.
She thought of others who had deliberately violated
her trust in them. She had worked diligently as a
paralegal in the same law firm for five years, and had
earned a position of respect. Her recent betrayal and
humiliation at the hands of her supposed co-workers had
destroyed her ability to have faith in anyone else, for
the moment anyway. It was only Tamiko who had somehow
always managed to be present whenever she was needed the
most, to rescue her from whatever mess she had gotten
herself into at the time.
In fact it was only through the gentle urgings of
Tamiko that she had considered the job offer at all.
After that disastrous last Saturday at the firm,
Carolyn had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her
former co-workers or anyone even remotely associated with
them. That next Monday she had mailed in her carefully
worded resignation, saying that for reasons of a personal
nature she was quitting the firm and for them to box up
her personal belongings and leave them for later pickup
at the receptionist's desk. She also mentioned she was
entitled to the firm's standard package of two-month's
severance pay.
It was Tamiko who, by checking with her college
professors, discovered that Mrs. Stevens' company was a
highly regarded manufacturer of furniture, among other
things. The general consensus was that anyone who had a
chance to work there should do so, as it was a profitable
company with excellent prospects and had an honest
commitment to worker satisfaction.
So Carolyn called the number Mrs. Stevens had left for
her on her home answering machine, and arrangements were
made to begin the formal process of recruitment. But
first, she knew that before she could do anything, she
had to finish with her former employers.
As Carolyn had vowed never to set foot in her old firm
again, it was of course Tamiko who called to make sure
that all was ready and later went to retrieve Carolyn's
things from that hateful place.
Carolyn looked uncertainly at the cardboard box now
sitting on her small kitchen table, before she
reluctantly began to go through the contents.
Aside from her personal effects, in the box Carolyn
found a large sealed envelope. It contained a letter of
regret for her sudden decision to depart the firm, and a
second letter to be used as a reference as needed for her
future employers. It also contained a photo taken at the
last Christmas party, signed by all the firm's employees
who wished her well on her new endeavors.
The photo she immediately burned in her sink, then
flushed the still-smoking ashes down the garbage
disposal.
After going back to the envelope, a surprised Carolyn
noticed two checks. One was a severance check for six
times the amount to which she knew she was entitled. The
second was a bonus check of ridiculous size for her
efforts in bringing about such a successful conference.
A sudden flash of anger passed through her, then faded
to nothing. "Successful!" she muttered. "Successful!"
The humiliation of that day came back with a terrifying
suddenness, and Carolyn felt faint. She collapsed on one
of the two kitchen chairs with a sigh. Carolyn fought to
retain her composure as she looked at the two checks in
her shaking hand. Tamiko came up behind her and started
massaging the tense muscles of her neck.
Carolyn was too tired and too unsure of anything any
more to do something as drastic as to follow her first
impulse, which was to send both checks back and demand
what little was really due her.
Setting aside the checks, Carolyn looked over the
reference with a grim satisfaction. She then raised it
over her head to show it to an eagerly awaiting Tamiko.
"How many ways can you say 'excellent'?" Carolyn asked
her friend dryly.
"How wonderful for you," Tamiko replied. "But, it is
only what you truly deserve."
"Are you sure?"
Tamiko looked down from the glowing reference to see
her beautiful Carolyn sitting before her with silent
tears running down her cheeks. Tamiko carefully replaced
all of the documents in the envelope and returned it to
the box.
Holding her by the hands, the Japanese teenager raised
the quietly weeping woman to her feet. Carolyn stood
pliantly as Tamiko held the distressed woman tightly in
her arms. Carolyn circled her own arms around her
friend's slender waist. She was wondering what would
become of her, when Carolyn was startled to suddenly feel
Tamiko's plush lips on her own, while the girl's hands
had begun to knowingly knead Carolyn's firm buttocks
through the fabric of her thin summer shorts and tight
panties.
Even with Tamiko's distractions, Carolyn still felt
haunted. She could never get over the disturbing fact
that the outbreak of sex-madness which inexplicably
erupted throughout the office that horrible Saturday,
coincided with the one day she had to go to work without
wearing any underclothes at all. She didn't even have a
blouse on with her suit.
Her clothes were not available that day because of an
amazing set of circumstances. She had spent the night
before at Tamiko's apartment, following the strange
initiation of someone from her old firm into an unusual
group of Tamiko's friends. In the process of the
initiation, her own clothes had somehow become so soiled,
even damaged, that she had nothing for the office that
next day.
She had also experienced some of the most bizarre sex
fantasies of her life that strange Friday night. It all
seemed so real, too! Thankfully, as Tamiko had explained
to her the next day, it was just her own imagination
running wild.
It was her secret belief that she herself and her own
slutty nature were really to blame for what happened to
her at the office on Saturday, that she was the unwitting
cause of her own downfall. She couldn't deny that she
had secretly felt deliciously naughty being in the office
like that, at least in the beginning. Was that the
trigger? she wondered. It was a miserable thought, but
one which followed her around her apartment like a dark
cloud. It was all her fault!
Even now, with someone who was just staying over a few
days trying to comfort her, she guiltily felt a familiar
sweet melting sensation begin to penetrate her grief, a
slight trembling of anticipation in her belly. Why did
she keep reacting to people in such harmless situations
in this unnatural way? What was wrong with her?
She knew she felt deeply about this mere girl who was
proving to be such a comfort to her in her time of
troubles, yet she also knew that Tamiko, like any child,
could get a little overly demonstrative at times and this
caused Carolyn to get very nervous indeed.
When she felt Tamiko's tongue start to work its way
between her teeth Carolyn felt an urgent need to break
off the delightful kiss.
"Tamiko, please!" the blushing Carolyn said. "You
know I don't like it when you do that." She gently
pushed the girl's hands away from their embarrassing grip
on her sensitive behind.
"Yes, I know," breathed Tamiko as she clamped her
mouth over the protesting Carolyn's once again, her hands
returning to the woman's enchanting buttocks. Tamiko's
tongue dueled with Carolyn's before taking possession of
Carolyn's moist mouth, running freely inside the woman's
oral cavity before pulling out again.
Tamiko's sudden assault on her mouth left Carolyn
shocked and gasping for air. Tamiko's kisses always had
that effect on her. From the moment their lips would
touch, it wouldn't matter where they were or what they
were doing, but Carolyn could feel this electric charge
surge through her entire being, and she would go
positively limp. No one had ever had that effect on her
before and she just did not understand it!
Of course, there was quite a few things going on in
her life right now that she found absolutely baffling.
Normally a very decent person, Carolyn knew that her
young friend had this strange habit of taking her
completely by surprise with some childish routine (like
just now, when the teenager was so freely touching her),
leaving her feeling very embarrassed and usually quite
breathless. Yet, Carolyn was always surprised to find
that, after being agitated by Tamiko's astonishing
behavior, whatever black mood she had helplessly found
herself drifting into would completely vanish. It was
one of the things that made her care for the Japanese
teenager all the more.
The woman looked upon her young guest with a
constantly growing sense of affection. Tamiko, wise far
beyond her years, had proved to be a God-send to the
troubled Carolyn. The events of that horrible weekend
had severely shaken her self-confidence, not to mention
her self-respect. Nothing in her previous experience had
even come close to those astonishing, even bizarre few
days. Oddly, her nipples became terribly erect just from
her thinking about the still hazy events which had
altered her life forever.
Something happened to her that weekend. It spite of
all the horror and humiliation she had endured or even
just imagined, something fundamental had been changed
inside of her. There now existed a weird burning deep in
her, a burning which had never existed before. She had
become obsessed with thoughts about sex. Everything
around her seemed to assume a strange erotic glow. The
oddest things now affected her. It was as if a fire had
been lighted deep within her, a fire which she certainly
did not want but which she knew was now a part of her all
the same. A fire which threatened to burst joyously out
of control at any moment.
But burst joyously at what?
Carolyn Lord was a woman who believed in absolute
self-control at all times, and the existence of the fire
scared her.
"Thank God for Tamiko," she thought. "Thank God."
Although a solitary person by nature, without the
calming presence of the Japanese girl living with her,
Carolyn didn't know how she would have survived the last
two weeks. The girl was her rock. She could go to the
teenager for comfort and understanding of her recent
tumultuous, confusing life whenever she felt the need,
and the girl would always be there for her, never fail
her in her time of need. It was a debt she knew she
could never repay.
Even her most private, intimate thoughts could be
shared without risk of embarrassment or shame to either
of them. Tamiko even encouraged her to do so, to always
tell her of such things for her own good. And it was
good, Carolyn knew, being finally able to really talk
about the important things with someone who cared about
her as a person.
Yet, she knew she could not tell her friend about the
fire. Her own recent slutty behavior disturbed Carolyn
bad enough, but the fire was something else again. She
did not want to lessen herself in front of her friend any
more than she probably already had done. Even though
much of what Tamiko unknowingly did around the apartment
seemed to encourage the fire, Carolyn knew that it was up
to her fight this thing within her. It was not young
Tamiko's problem at all, but Carolyn's.
The Japanese girl was too fine a person, Carolyn knew,
to even realize that she was bothering her in such an
unusual way. Her guest was very polite, fastidious,
intelligent, and possessed of an oriental loveliness that
Carolyn found strangely compelling. Yes, Carolyn found
her friend to be a perfect companion for her. Well,
almost perfect anyway.
"If only she didn't act so damn peculiar all the
time," Carolyn thought. It was just the way her luck had
been running lately that her new best friend happened to
be something of a nudist.
Oh, Carolyn could understand quite well all about
cultural differences, about doing things in a certain way
about the home. Her own way of living, learned from her
Greek-American background, could be considered by many to
be very unusual indeed. But still! Some things just
were not done!
Tamiko insisted on doing practically everything around
the apartment stark naked, from her college homework to
the housework. It always proved highly embarrassing for
the very proper Carolyn as she tried not to watch as her
friend flittered unconcernedly about the small but
comfortably furnished apartment, the girl's supple,
athletic body so proudly on display.
Strangely, Carolyn found her friend's body unusually
fascinating. She could hardly take her eyes from it. If
she looked for too long a time, she would suddenly find
her heart pounding and her mouth very dry. How odd!
Carolyn sometimes found herself trembling
uncontrollably whenever Tamiko's nude form would
accidentally brush against her own properly dressed body.
Carolyn would pretend not to notice, of course, but it
was clear that Tamiko felt at liberty to act with an
astonishing familiarity with Carolyn's body that had the
woman in quite a spin. She was always touching her in
some way, quite innocently of course. Still, in
Carolyn's confused state of mind it was just another
thing that Tamiko unknowingly did that fanned the flames
burning within her.
Even the smell of the girl's glorious sun-bronzed
flesh (with not a single tan mark!) would frequently send
Carolyn tumbling into a giddy mental whirlpool.
Regardless of her own discomfort over the idea of a
naked guest, Carolyn still had her duties as hostess to
perform. The fact that her casual nudity made Tamiko
feel very much at ease (as much as it made Carolyn feel
nervous) was enough to convince her not to make too big a
deal out of it.
However, whenever Tamiko suggested that she, Carolyn,
should "get comfortable" as well, Carolyn could only
politely decline.
It wasn't just her strong natural modesty. It was the
growing realization that whenever she was undressed
around Tamiko, for whatever reason, certain...things would
happen. Her normally well-disciplined body would
suddenly develop a mind of its own and before she could
prevent it, she would find herself...reacting. She would
react to Tamiko just as strongly as she would to any of
her recent dream lovers. The burning within her would
reach epic proportions and she could hardly think.
Reacting to Tamiko, of all people. It was ridiculous!
She knew it was quite insane, yet there it was for her to
plainly see anytime Tamiko was even just close by her.
It was all far beyond her understanding of what she
knew to be right and proper. It was also far beyond her
understanding of herself as a person, as a woman.
Yet, the disturbing fact remained that her new friend
could affect her in the most unseemly manner. It was
absolutely crazy, of course, for such a thing to happen,
but this girl could reach her very soul as no one else.
They had been staying together for only a few weeks,
yet it was obvious that Tamiko had some kind of weird
effect on her. She had never touched her in that special
way after that strange incident in the kitchen, which
occurred during their first Sunday morning together.
Yet, in spite of all that happened to her that weekend,
that was the one incident which she could remember with
crystal clarity. It still brought peculiar tingles
coursing through her body at the very thought of that
first Sunday.
Nights proved the worst. That first night, Tamiko
insisted on sleeping in the same bed as Carolyn as her
only condition for staying with her.
"I hate to be alone," Tamiko had told her with tears
forming in her black, almond-shaped eyes, and that was
enough for Carolyn.
Carolyn found it touching that the worldly Tamiko, now
living far from her home in Yokosuka, could still retain
her childhood fears. She didn't hesitate in allowing
Tamiko to share the sacred privacy of her double-size bed
whenever she wished.
The fact that Tamiko, naturally, insisted on sleeping
in the nude shouldn't have really surprised Carolyn, yet
she still found the sight of the lovely naked oriental
slipping under the sheets close beside her somewhat
disquieting. Even in her usual comfortable, long flannel
nightgown, Carolyn could still feel the heat radiating
from all that naked flesh lying right there beside her.
Carolyn could only hope that Tamiko's need for company
at night was very temporary at best, because she wasn't
at all sure if her nerves could take anything longer.
Two weeks later Tamiko's nude presence in Carolyn's
bed was now taken for granted, and had acquired the force
of habit. Fortunately, she proved such a steady sleeper
that Carolyn was hardly aware of her close presence after
a while, although she did have to be careful with her
hands, so she wouldn't accidentally touch Tamiko,
especially in one of the beautiful girl's more private
places.
It was her own sleeping habits which were causing
Carolyn trouble at night. Her dreams had started to
assume a weird, erotic aspect she had never experienced
so constantly before. They were so vivid, so real. It
was as if someone was actually making love to her every
night!
When Tamiko finally got Carolyn to tell her about
them, she rightly explained that they were just a
temporary reaction to her bad weekend, and were nothing
to worry about. The dreams continued however, building
in intensity. She grew extremely restless at night, so
much so that she would occasionally wake up feeling
suffocated, only to find that her long nightgown had
somehow worked its way over her head.
She finally agreed with Tamiko to do something about
it, especially after seeing the effects her restless
nights were beginning to have on her guest. Although she
denied it, Carolyn could tell that Tamiko's sweet face
was also showing the effects of long, sleepless nights,
and what else could be keeping that dear child up late at
night but Carolyn's own unusual restlessness?
Before she even had a chance to decide what new
dressing gown to buy, Carolyn found that a few days
earlier Tamiko had already gotten her some T-shirts to
sleep in. Tamiko said they had to be T-shirts because
Carolyn still foolishly resisted Tamiko's practical
suggestion that she simply sleep in the nude like her.
The T-shirts proved to be very short, much shorter that
Carolyn would have considered, even if she wasn't sharing
her bed with someone at the moment. She looked with
misgiving as she held one up to her body. It barely came
to her upper thighs.
"You can always take them back," Tamiko told her, with
a hurt expression in her voice. Tamiko's reaction again
reminded Carolyn about how sensitive the Japanese girl
was in matters concerning manners and protocol. She
resolved in the future to accept whatever Tamiko gave
here, regardless of how suitable Carolyn herself felt
about it. It was, after all, only the polite thing to
do.
After a few embarrassed nights in her T-shirts,
Carolyn was astounded in the difference it made. Her
sleep was finally restful for a change, although still
strangely erotic.
Unfortunately, the nights of sweet sleep didn't last
for very long. Carolyn soon found herself now waking to
find her shirts tangled over her head, or even wadded up
on the floor. One night she finally gave in and, wrapped
in a towel and wearing only her panties, ran from the
bathroom and dived under the bed covers, to the amused
looks of Tamiko who was as usual already waiting for her
in bed. Embarrassed and feeling very nervous, Carolyn
shyly unwrapped the large bath towel and discreetly
placed it in a handy place on the floor next to the bed.
She extended her arms out from the top of the covers
and laid them along her sides, using them to tightly hold
down the thin sheets now covering her body.
"Oh, God! What if there's a fire?" Carolyn muttered.
Tamiko laughed. "You're really something, you know
that?" She turned and gave Carolyn her usual good-night
kiss.
"Good night, my precious," the still chuckling Tamiko
murmured. She turned out the light and settled in for
the night.
"Good night, Tamiko," gasped the breathless Carolyn.
The girl's final kiss of the day was becoming very
troublesome to Carolyn. It had started innocently
enough. Tamiko's good-night kiss had been very
comforting to her in the beginning, when it was just a
quick, sisterly peck on the cheek. Then it became a
faint yet strangely electric brushing of their lips. She
didn't really approve of this turn of events, in spite of
the secret thrill it always gave her, but Carolyn was so
glad that someone actually cared for her as a person and
not some sex object that she didn't protest such familiar
contact from her surprising bed guest.
In two weeks, however, it had become something else.
Each night the simple, caring kiss became slowly longer
and longer, until it was making Carolyn feel like a
puddle of melted butter, with strange, powerful
vibrations in her breasts and crotch. When Tamiko
started to use her tongue to slide gently between
Carolyn's lips teeth and probe into her mouth, the woman
was devastated by the effect.
"Wow!" thought the frantic Carolyn, writhing underneath
the effects of her friend's surprisingly deadly tongue.
"And I thought the kissing was bad enough already!"
Unable to protest, Carolyn could only endure Tamiko's
oral explorations until the teenager finally broke of the
kiss and allowed the gasping Carolyn up for air.
"Tamiko!!" Carolyn sputtered indignantly as she
fought to get her breath back. "You shouldn't be doing
that! It's bad enough we're sharing the same bed. What
would people think?"
The proper Carolyn tried to tell her normally very
polite guest that such things were simply not done, not
done at all!
It didn't work. Every night Tamiko continued to
briefly use her tongue, and every night Carolyn protested
this unseemly invasion of her person. Finally came the
night when Carolyn didn't protest anymore. After all,
Carolyn reasoned, it wasn't really hurting anything.
Each night thereafter, Tamiko gradually pressed her
tongue deeper and deeper between Carolyn's strong, white
teeth and into her hot, moist mouth. In time, Tamiko
found she was able to explore and abuse the writhing
Carolyn's mouth to her heart's content.
Carolyn began to become very nervous at bed time,
especially when she had to wear less and less. It was
only after Tamiko had finished kissing her good-night
that she was finally able to relax and feel comfortable
about sharing her bed with her friend. She had allowed
the kissing to happen, of course, and knew it was just a
gesture of the young woman's affection for her. Yet,
there was something disquieting about it now, and she was
at a loss to explain why. Her body kept reacting so
wildly every time it happened, it was becoming rather
scary.
She was also at a loss as to how she could tactfully
end it without offending her dear friend. Carolyn
understood that when Tamiko finally felt she should be on
her own again and could go back to her own apartment, it
would not be a problem anymore. Perhaps, rather then
make unnecessary waves, it would be better if she just
went along with it for the short time remaining that
Tamiko would be staying with her. The girl just had to
go back to her own place eventually, didn't she?
In bed, Carolyn's panties were all she had left to
wear now, and to her extreme disappointment they had also
been giving her trouble at night. As her dreams had
become more and more erotic, she was waking to find her
panties becoming more and more soiled from her own
juices. Sometimes they would be still be very wet,
practically sopping as her vagina throbbed
uncontrollably. Other times she would find her fluids
had already caked and dried, forcing her in the privacy
of her bathroom to carefully peel the now sticky material
away from her sensitive crotch. For the normally
fastidious Carolyn, it was disgusting.
As her sleeping clothes became shorter and then non-
existent, her panties began to work their way deep into
the tender flesh of her crotch and the crevice of her
behind. This made having to peel the sticky things off
in the morning even more difficult.
"Enough was enough," an irritated Carolyn said to
herself one morning in the bathroom as she was once again
faced with the problem of removing sticky underwear.
"I've never going to get any rest at this rate. This is
nuts. I've got my first day to think about."
And so it came to pass that a few nights before her
first day at her new job, a very naked Carolyn Lord,
embarrassed yet determined to finally get some decent
sleep, climbed under the sheets. She carefully removed
her towel and placed it down as usual beside the bed.
She put her arms even more firmly than usual alongside to
hold down the sheets around her.
A delighted Tamiko French-kissed her agitated, nude
toy thoroughly for a full three minutes as a reward.
Remarkably, Carolyn awoke the next morning never
having felt so refreshed. It was as if all of her sleep-
demons had departed. Even Tamiko looked much more rested
that usual. Carolyn was convinced. Night clothes were
definitely out for her from now on!
Still in her tub, the water long since drained,
Carolyn decided that she had hidden long enough from the
world. She hosed off the dried soap, feeling a sense of
purpose. It was time to make her mark on the world once
again. She was 30 years old, for God's sake, and knew
what she was doing. Unlike Tamiko, she was not afraid to
be alone in the dark, and never had been. Feeling her
old confidence surge within her, Carolyn rose from the
tub and briskly toweled herself dry.
"I can beat this," she said defiantly to the empty
bathroom. This weird obsession she'd developed over sex
was over, she decided. She wasn't sure how it got
started, but she knew how it was going to end. She would
end it, and right now, too! No matter what happened from
here on out, she would not let the fire get the best of
her. She would never betray herself, or Tamiko's trust
in her. Never!
Carolyn Lord was ready for a new beginning.
Looking forward to tomorrow for a change, Carolyn
wrapped herself in her towel for her evening run to the
bed. "What the...?" she exclaimed as she came out of the
bathroom. Her comfortable if slightly worn white cotton
sheets had been mysteriously replaced by a set of cobalt
blue sheets made of the finest silk. They were
beautiful, but had a decided costly look about them.
A smiling Tamiko, as usual very nude and already
waiting for her in bed, looked quite fetching with the
sheets around her slender waist.
"Surprise!" Tamiko yelled. "To celebrate your first
day tomorrow."
"Oh, Tamiko. You shouldn't have. They look terribly
expensive."
"You'll be happy to know that they were on sale, so
there! Now, come and enjoy!"
"Tamiko! How do you enjoy a pair of sheets?" the
ever-practical Carolyn asked.
Carolyn was walking towards the bed when she noticed a
second set of clothes hung alongside the items she had
already selected for tomorrow. The difference between
the two sets was startling.
Her own set of clothes consisted of her standard
conservative charcoal-gray suit with double-breasted
jacket, high-neck blouse, and mid-calf full skirt, not to
mention her usual complement of simple, modest underwear.
The new set appeared at first glance to be just as
conservative, but upon a closer look proved to be
something else again. It consisted of the same dark
colors, yet Carolyn could tell at a glance that the
design was a very form-fitting one, what there was of it.
The blouse and jacket were both sufficiently low-cut in
the front to display a considerable amount of cleavage of
whoever was unfortunate enough to wear this terrible
outfit. The skirt looked short and tight enough to make
even sitting an adventure in modesty protection. Even
the underwear was outlandish. The bra consisted of small
half-cups, which meant the wearer would be showing even
more cleavage then she had at first thought. The panties
consisted of a terribly small set of triangles which
actually tied at the sides!
"What kind of protection are those?" Carolyn wondered.
"They wouldn't last a minute before coming undone!"
Puzzled, Carolyn had the impression that the entire
set seemed more intended to display the wearer rather
than protect her. Carolyn moved over to where they were
hanging and checked the sizes, then became even more
puzzled. The clothes were entirely too large for Tamiko,
and at least two sizes too small for her. So who did
they belong to?
She looked over at the hugely grinning Tamiko and
immediately had a sinking feeling. "Oh, no!" she
thought. "Don't tell me!"
"Surprise, again!" Tamiko said gaily. "Wonderful,
are they not?"
"Tamiko, honey, they're...lovely," Carolyn lied, trying
to let her friend down easy. "Thank you! Thank you very
much!"
"They are of course for tomorrow."
"Ah, yes. Tomorrow. It figures," Carolyn muttered.
She thought desperately on how to get out of this fix.
She knew for certain that if she showed up on her first
day in something like that, provided she could even
squeeze into the damn things in the first place (which
she doubted), they would more than likely throw her out,
period, without benefit of counsel.
On the other hand, there was Tamiko. Her only true
friend in this world, the person who was responsible for
getting her through the two most terrible weeks of her
life, was notoriously sensitive about gifts and presents.
"Tamiko, my dearest...friend [Almost said 'love' instead
of 'friend.' How Odd!]. Tomorrow will be nothing but
check-in, forms, and orientation. They'll probably even
have me walk the factory to see how everything works. To
wear this, er, magnificent suit during such a time would
be a waste, like wearing a wedding dress while visiting a
coal mine. Understand?"
Carolyn waited for the wild response.
"Yes, I understand perfectly," Tamiko said quietly.
"Phew, that was easy," thought Carolyn with vast
relief.
"So, I'll just dirty my old stuff for the first week
or so, then we will show everyone there just what great
taste you have in clothes. OK?"
"Sure, no problem. But, you know, as a seamstress I
know that you have to be very careful around old clothes.
After a certain point, they can give out at any time."
"Really? Well, I've had these for some time and they
haven't failed me yet. So, I guess I'll just have to
take my chances with them for a while yet."
"Suit yourself. But, if I were you I would not put
those new clothes too far away just yet. You might be
needing them still. Now, come to bed, please. You have
a very busy day tomorrow."
Carolyn was surprised. Tamiko usually made a much
bigger fuss when something like this didn't go her way.
Carolyn reasoned that perhaps Tamiko was finally starting
to respect her own wants and desires.
When Carolyn got into bed she was immediately aware of
the feel of the cool silk against the uncovered flesh of
her legs and hips.
"Oohh. I see what you mean. This is rather nice,
isn't it?"
After she unwrapped her towel under the sheet and
placed it on the floor by the bed Carolyn became even
more aware of the almost sensuous feel of the material on
her naked body. When she covered herself with the top
sheet held down tightly over her with her arms at her
sides, she observed with shock that her nude body was now
clearly outlined under the sheer material. She could see
how her nipples, now very erect, and even her pubic mound
were revealed for all the world to see.
"Oh, my," she muttered, not sure of how she could keep
herself covered. She couldn't go with the bedclothes
routine again, she just couldn't! She really needed some
sleep tonight, otherwise she would be absolutely
worthless tomorrow, and the only way that worked was by
going without clothes.
"To Hell with it," she whispered. She had enough to
worry about. She was finished with this almost morbid
fixation she had about sex! She would conquer the fire,
it was that simple, and get on with the joy of living.
Her nipples would go down eventually (please, God!) and
in the meantime all she could do was hope that Tamiko
would just turn out the light and not notice what a true
slut her new American friend really was. She was tired
of worrying about such things and refused to do so any
more.
After Tamiko's usual frantic good-night kiss, Carolyn
waited patiently for her breath and pulse to return to
normal. As she laid there, waiting for sleep to come at
last, she became aware that there always seemed to be a
sensual side to anything Tamiko had given her.
Interesting that she had never noticed this before.
Almost the kind of gifts a couple in love would give to
each other. The kid probably wasn't even aware of it
herself.
"Poor thing, she must really be lonely!" Carolyn
thought full of sympathy, just before nodding off.
"Probably not enough guys in her life. Wonder if I can
find her a cousin who isn't too much of a jerk?"
Tamiko looked with pride at the beautiful nude woman
sleeping so peacefully beside her. Her first adult!
Right here! It was so exciting, she could hardly contain
herself. Before this, she could only play with the other
girls in her school, sharpening her already formidable
skills for the time when they would be most needed.
Finally, that time had arrived and now she had her very
own full-grown woman.
"I always heard that America was truly the land of
opportunity," she thought, "but this is amazing!"
She lovingly watched the steady rise and fall of
Carolyn's firm, unprotected breasts under the slick, silk
sheet. Tamiko even now could still only look at Carolyn
Lord in awe and marvel at the wonder of her. How
trusting she is! How beautiful! How intelligent! How
proud! What a victory it will be for her, Tamiko, to
turn this astounding woman to her own ends.
Yet, this was not to be a simple seduction. She had
already proven to Carolyn that she could take her at any
time she wanted, and Tamiko was sure that Carolyn at
least subconsciously realized this. She could sense the
woman's reaction to her presence, that nervous below-the-
surface feeling of anticipation, whenever she got close
to her, especially when nude. No, this was to be
something far more intense and long lasting.
Nor was there to be any of the obvious public
trappings of master and property she had seen here and at
home. Tattoos, dog collars, body piercing and the like
seemed like acts of absolute madness to the young
Japanese. Why destroy a work of art just to prove your
ownership of it? She knew there were other, much more
subtle ways of doing the same thing. It simply required
skill and a little patience. Look at what she had done
with her already.
She looked again at the wondrous nude body so clearly
delineated underneath the silk. It had required long
nights and patient work, but she finally had the
delectable Miss Carolyn Lord right where she wanted her.
Now, the work could truly begin! Oh, happiness!
She was planning to have a great deal of fun with this
woman, and in time come to possess her completely. She
would even share her from time to time with selected
others. Perhaps they might even take a trip to Japan
during spring break. They could make it back in time for
the cherry blossoms, truly a most beautiful time in
Japan. Besides, you can do a lot to a woman on an 11-
hour flight! And Mother always said she wanted to try a
Ghign!
Tamiko carefully left the bed and went over to where
Carolyn had hung her clothes for tomorrow. She was not a
highly skilled seamstress for nothing. The young
Japanese worked on the clothes for about an hour, then
returned to bed.
Satisfied with the way things were going, Tamiko
turned on her side and carefully began to rub Carolyn's
nipples through the slick sheets. When she had brought
them to full erection, she slid her hands down the length
of the body beside her. She carefully teased the mound
of silk which rose at the junction of the unsuspecting
woman's legs. When her heavily breathing toy began to
softly moan, Tamiko returned to the vulnerable nipples,
tweaking and pulling the tall, hyper-sensitive nubs of
erect tissue. When Carolyn began to thrash about wildly
under the sheets, Tamiko laid back down and contentedly
went to sleep.
She left a very puzzled Carolyn to begin another
uneasy night of unexplained dreams of sexual adventure.