‘So, I’m getting the impression you’re not looking forward to your new assignment.’
He sighed. ‘Not really. To be honest, I don’t think the business environment is going to turn around any time soon. Plus they want me to stay over there for at least two years. It could get pretty lonely.’
‘Would you like a little advice on how to penetrate the mysteries of the Orient?’
He shrugged. ‘I’m not one of those guys who has a thing for Asian women. Of course, I’m not against it either, it depends on the person. But two years is a long time not to have a . . . relationship.’
I was amused to see a blush rise in his cheeks. It was hard to imagine him as a sexually desperate man, but then my mind handed me another image: Brad’s handsome face glistening with beads of water, neck arched, and mouth half open in a moan of private ecstasy. The hot spray of the shower would turn that blond hair to deep gold. I could see it shining wet against his flushed skin as clearly as if I were there with him. Of course, I couldn’t resist lowering my gaze for a peek at the real action below—his thick cock rising from the corona of wet curls, the steady jerking of his fist, the plum-colored cock head swelling and straining as he neared release, and finally the jets of semen spilling over his hand into the swirling water at his feet. I even rewound the tape a bit to put myself in the scene, kneeling to catch his spunk in my mouth. When I was turned on, cum tasted like a bowl of ceremonial green tea to me, grassy and bracing.
I took another swig from my glass and pretended it was the flavor of the beer that caused the faint sigh of appreciation. Fortunately, when I looked up, Brad was in his designer suit again, hair dry and combed, a faint frown of worry still creasing his brow.
I considered telling him the good news, that outgoing, blond foreign men can usually find plenty of Japanese women interested in an exotic fling. But Brad brought out my contrary streak.
‘Well, you can always pay for it,’ I said with a wicked grin.
His frown deepened, which was just the reaction I was hoping for, but a moment later the corners of his mouth lifted in a strange smile. ‘Ah, yes, Sensei, but don’t we all pay for it in the end?’
For a moment, I was speechless. Then we both laughed.
‘I’m sorry, it wasn’t personal. It’s just that most Westerners think all Japanese women are beautiful geisha-girl prostitutes with a menu of exotic sex tricks tucked up their kimono sleeves.’
‘Well, I don’t believe that and even if I did, that’s not what I want.’
‘What do you want?’ To my surprise, I was curious to hear his answer.
‘You’ll laugh, but I’ll tell you anyway. I want to find true love.’
‘Oh, is that all?’
‘See, you did laugh.’
It was more of a dismissive snort, but he was right, these days I did find the idea of romance absurd. ‘Well, I wish you the best of luck,’ I said, raising my glass.
Brad studied my face, his expression softer. ‘What do you want, Sensei?’
‘I don’t know. I used to think good sex was all I needed.’
‘Oh, is that all? An attractive woman like you could have your pick of guys day or night.’
‘You weren’t listening.’ I shook my finger at him like one of those ancient librarians at my high school. ‘I didn’t say sex, I said good sex. If you think any sex is good sex, you aren’t paying attention.’
‘You know, Sensei, I’ve been trying my best to pay attention. Even though I’m not the teacher’s pet.’ Once again I was speechless. Had I been that obvious in my preference? It’s not that Brad didn’t have his charms. All that drive and attention to detail surely translate into bedroom skill. He’d be one of those octopus lovers who could do four things at once—one hand tweaking my nipple and the other strumming my clit, his tongue circling the other aureole, while his muscular ass drove his cock into me with perfectly timed strokes. He’d have a naughty playful streak, too, a taste for bedroom games. He’d tie my wrists and tease me, make me beg for it, then, with equal grace, turn and tilt up his perky bottom to my lusty school marm who had a very special punishment for bad boys. Best of all, I wouldn’t have to scrawl come-on lines on a business card to make it happen. I’d only have to glide with the current.
But suddenly I was tired, so tired. ‘I can see you’re paying attention,’ I said, my voice sounding thick and blurry. ‘That’s the key to good sex, isn’t it? At the beginning anyway. But then you cross over to that place where you don’t have to think anymore. All the differences between you melt away, and you’re tot ally in the moment. That’s when it’s good. Beyond good. There isn’t even a word for that feeling, is there?’
‘It’s unusual to find a woman who’s so comfortable talking about these things.’ Brad leaned closer. I thought for a moment he was going to take my hand.
‘Don’t get the wrong idea now.’ I laughed, but didn’t move my hand away. ‘Just because we’re sitting here talking about sex doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.’ Although, in truth, it usually did.
‘I know,’ Brad said, his smooth voice slipping down my spine to pool in my belly like warm syrup. ‘On the other hand . . .’
CHAPTER FIVE
Suddenly Tim was standing above us, a beer in each hand. I jerked my hand away. Brad’s hand veered toward the nachos, as if that were the plan all along.
‘So, did you ask her?’ Tim said curtly.
‘Not yet,’ said Brad. ‘We were talking about other things.’
I watched this exchange with mild curiosity. There was no need for jealousy. As I made some headway into that third drink, I began to see the appeal of bringing both of them home with me tonight, the salesman in his designer suit with the spark and glamour, the solid engineer with the staying power. Isn’t that what I really wanted? To compare the flavor of their kisses, like different vintages of a fine claret. To watch two different hands caress each breast, side by side, Brad’s tapered fingers, Tim’s squared, thick hands which, like everything about his body, made me think of that luscious word big. In the end—the thought made me shiver—I’d be sandwiched between them, their cocks filling me front and rear, my body stretched and filled so full my head would explode when I came. Filled so completely I would never be hungry again. I always feared that I craved too much pleasure. Perhaps the problem was that I didn’t ask for enough?
‘I think you should ask her now,’ Tim snapped. ‘It’s getting late.’
‘Ask me what?’
Brad turned and gave me a conciliatory smile. ‘Well, Sensei, Tim and I wanted to ask you a question. We want to know the truth about you.’
All at once I saw everything: Tim’s single pint glass, half-full, Brad finishing his first beer quickly, wiping his mouth, and in front of me two empty glasses and one full one, glittering like washed gold.
They are trying to get me drunk.
Or rather, they’d already succeeded. Suddenly I was aware of my teeth sitting in my head, tingling. They could ask the question, but I wasn’t sure my tongue could manage a reply.
‘The truth?’ I repeated stupidly, as if it were a foreign word.
‘Well, do you remember when the president of your company introduced you at the first meeting and he said your course would give us an understanding of Japanese business practices that would ensure our success in the challenging international environment?’
I nodded, although I’d done my best to tune out the old windbag. It was pure fantasy that I could teach anyone in five evening sessions