Shortly after Kei had told me how irresistible she was finding men now that she was going to get married, we went out for dinner and drinks.
Just the two of you?
No, we went with some friends. As was par for those days, dinner was followed by karaoke. After belting out tunes for two hours, one by one the others started to leave, hurrying off to catch the final train or bus home. Before long, it was just the two of us, Kei and me. We had been sitting opposite each other in the “karaoke box” the whole time, so when we were finally alone I told her that it would make me terribly happy if she would take the seat next to mine. To my surprise, she not only sat down next to me, but snuggled up to me and took my hand.
“How soon till you get married,” I ask.
“Two more months.”
“Have you been a good girl?”
She shakes her head no, admitting that there’s a doctor she’s been seeing.
“I guess it can’t be helped,” I say. “Better to get your ya-yas out before you get married rather than later . . .”
“Is that what you did?”
“No and I’ve still got plenty of ya-yas to go around . . . God, you smell lovely.”
I put my arm around Kei and, with my nose and mouth almost touching the nape of her neck, inhale deeply. It’s such a fresh smell. So clean.
“I don’t think I have ever been with a woman who smelled as pretty as you,” I say.
“Are you trying to hit on me?”
“No,” I reply, kissing on the neck. “You’rethe one who’s been hitting on me.”
She takes my hand and raises it to her mouth and with a light-hearted laugh kisses it. She turns and brings her lips to mine.
We will end up half naked in that karaoke box, but “consummation” of the relationship won’t happen for another three weeks.
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