Okimi

 

When:  June 1983

Status:   Single

Occupation:  Student

Meetings:  1

Age:  18

Quoteable:  "If you don't like sex, you aren't doing it right.  Duh."

So now we're up to Okimi....

I first met Okimi in 1979, I think.  I was working on a mobile home with Jim and this cute Japanese girl walked up and said hello.  

"Hey, what's up?  I'm Okimi.  You can call me Kimmie."

"Hey, I'm Ryan.  How you doing?"

"Okay.  You?"
"Fine thank you.  You live here?"
"Nah, I'm down with my family.  Visiting my aunt and uncle."

"Where are you from?"
"San Jose."

"What do your parents do?"

"Annoy me."

"For work."
"Oh, they're doctors.  Dad's an internist and Mom's a pediatrician."

"You going to follow in their footsteps?  Go into medicine?"
"Nah.  More into physics."

More into physics?  What the fuck?  A 13 year-old that's into physics?  What the fuck?  At 13, the most serious thing I was into was finding a way to find the latest issue of Playboy.  This girl's reading physics for fun.

And it was the way she said it.  Just dropped it into the conversation like it was her favorite color (royal blue, by the way.)  No big deal.  There was literally nothing pretentious about her.  She was just a really cool, really smart kid.

"You into physics at all?"

"I can't even spell physics."

She giggled.  

"Well, it's F-I-Z-I-K-S.  Fiziks."

I got a laugh out of that.  Then when I laughed, she giggled some more.

"Cool, now I know."

"Cool.  What ARE you into?"

"Photography.  Mom is a commercial photographer.  I love tennis, play in some juniors events.  I love Barry Manilow too."  
"I LOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVE Barry!"

That wasn't a pickup line.  I really did--and still do--love Barry Manilow.  And she was 13.  A three-year age difference isn't big when you're an adult.  When you're in your teens, it kinda is.  Nevertheless, I was enjoying her company.    

This girl was mega-cool.  

"So you got a girlfriend?"
"Yeah.  You got a boyfriend?"
"Nah.  Not sure if I want to have a boyfriend or girlfriend."

Yeah, just dropped that in, too.

"You like girls and guys?"
"Oh yeah.  Haven't done anything yet, but yeah, I like girls.  Especially blondes."

Clearly, I was talking to a 30 year-old in a 13 year-old's body.

"Well, you'll have your choice in high school."
"Nah.  I'm going to go to an all-girls school.  Can't say that's really a bad thing, you know?  But won't meet a lot of guys there."

Another giggle.

After about an hour, Okimi said goodbye and headed back to her aunt and uncle's place.  I saw and talked to Okimi several times over the two weeks she was down visiting her aunt, uncle and cousins.  And every time, I had a blast talking to her.

She came up to say goodbye on the day that she went back home.  We exchanged phone numbers and addresses (back in those days, we didn't have any of your fancy e-mailing machines).  We would touch base every month or so on the phone.  She was always a blast.

About two years after we had first met, she called.

"Hey.  What's up?"
"Nothing.  What's up with you?"
"Met a girl.  So cute, so sweet.  I'm crazy about her!"

"You guys do anything yet?"
"Nah.  Trying to figure out how to approach her about it.  I think she's interested but not sure."

A few weeks later, she called again.

"Ryan?"
"What's up?"

Silence.

"Kimmie?"

"Yeah.  Sorry."
"What's wrong?"

"That girl.  She was interested....."
"That's great."
"Yeah...I thought so too.  Last week we decided to finally do it.  I told Mom and Dad that I was going over to Lisa's place to study.   Lisa's a senior and that really impressed me.  So pretty...."

She paused to catch her breath.

"So after school....she drove me to her place.  And we went in.  And....it was incredible.  It was everything I had dreamed of.  In fact, I felt like I was dreaming the whole time....."

"Then when we were finished....she got right up and went into the shower.  I couldn't understand why she didn't stay with me....I mean....no cuddling....no 'I love you'.  Nothing."

"And then.....she got out of the shower and started getting dressed.  And she looked at me and like....she was wondering....why....I was just still in her bed....why I wasn't getting dressed.....and she asked if I needed a ride home.....that she was going to see her boyfriend but could drop me off...."

"I....I...." she was fighting back tears.

"I....I....got dressed....and Lisa took me home.....didn't get out.  Just told me that she had a blast and that I was sweet.....and I got out and she sped off."

"That fucking bitch."

"It was....I felt like someone punched me in the stomach.  Felt so used....cheap....I was in love with her....or thought I was....and I was just a piece of you-know-what to her.  Maybe I misread the whole thing....misread her....."

"She's a senior.  She knew what she was doing.  This isn't on you."

"Thanks Ryan.  I appreciate you listening."

We talked for another half hour.  Okimi eventually hung up, after assuring me that she felt better.  

A few weeks later, Okimi called again.  This time she felt much better.  She told me that she had to own her part of it, and that she let her emotions get the best of her.  She also said that she would have had sex with Lisa even if she knew that Lisa wasn't interested in her romantically.  It was just the shock of suddenly realizing that for Lisa, it was just sex.

I was definitely glad that she was feeling better.

Okimi actually did find a girl who was interested in her for more that just sex during her junior year.  Okimi wasn't head-over-heels in love with her, but really liked her and loved fucking her. 

In January of  1983, I gave her a call.  She had turned 18 the previous day and I wanted to wish her a belated happy birthday.  I had called the previous night but had to leave a message.  She answered and I wished her a happy birthday.  We were shooting the breeze, talking about my girlfriends and her girlfriends, when at one point she said, "You know.....I'm not gay, right?"

"Yeah, you say that.  But you've never shown any interest in guys, though."

"Yeah, well, okay.  But I'd love to experience what it's like with a guy."

"Any guy would love to have sex with you.  Any guys up there you interested in?"
"Nah.  There's a guy down there that I'm interested in."
"Who?"
"Who?  Really?  Really?  HINT HINT!"

"Jim?"
"Nah.  YOU!"

She giggled some more.

"If I'm in front of you naked....right now....what do you do to me?  Kiss me?  Taste me?  Tell me to suck your cock?  How do you want to fuck me?  I want you to fuck me so hard....and pump your hot cum into me."

Okay, well obviously the language was the tip-off that she was getting hot.

"Ryan, I'm not joking.  I want to fuck you.  Bad.  I want your cock in me.  Make me your bitch.  Make me your whore."

I managed to regain my composure as much as I could and soon we were in the middle or a raging session of phone sex.  Okimi came.....and came....and came....and came.....and after I blew a huge load there was silence.

"Can you get it up again?"

Oh yeah.

I always knew that Okimi would end up crawling to me.

We continued the phone sex sessions a couple of times a week for her entire senior year.  Finally, in May, we were on the phone for another session when she told me that she had been accepted to MIT.  Big shock.  I was happy for her, of course.  But I was kind of (totally) hoping that she'd choose Cal Tech.  She gave it serious consideration, but had always wanted to go to MIT.  And her parents could put her up in one sweet apartment in Cambridge.

"I have to see you before I move back east.  Can you clear your calendar from July 9th to July 17th?  I'll get a hotel room and we'll just spend the whole time naked.  Room service, sex, room service and sex.  Lots of sex.  Do what you want to me.  I trust you.  Whatever you want."

Needless to say, I couldn't turn that offer down.

So now we're in July 1983.  I was at Ontario International Airport waiting for her to arrive on her flight from San Francisco.  Finally, I saw Okimi disembarking from the plane into the terminal.  She saw me and ran up to me and gave me a big hug.

"SO good to see you again!!!!!"

"You too.  Let's grab your bags."
"Cool!  Then to the hotel!"
"You want to stop and grab something to eat?"
"Nah.  We'll get room service after we, you know."

Okimi never used off-color language when sex wasn't involved.  Yeah, she could talk a blue streak when she was turned on, but outside of that, her language was very clean.

So we grabbed her luggage and headed off to the hotel.  She checked in and we went up to the room.  We walked in and we put her luggage down.  Okimi wrapped her arms around me and we started making out, fast and furious.  She pulled away after a minute or two of kissing.

"What?"
"Just to let you know, I'm on the pill.  For you know....girl stuff."

Ahhhhhh......cool!  No condoms needed!

I reached down and unbuttoned her skirt.  she smiled and I yanked her skirt down.  

She giggled.

I then pulled her panties down to her ankles.  Okimi stepped out of them and kicked her shoes off of her feet.  She then unbuttoned her shirt and took it off.

I knelt down and rolled her stockings down and off of her feet.  

"One thing left."

She smiled and lifted her arms up.  

"Well, get to it."

I walked over and as we started kissing again, I unhooked her bra.  I pulled away and Okimi tossed the boulder holder onto her pile of clothes on the floor.

I ran my hands up and down her body and then slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.  She smiled and sighed.  I grabbed some lube out of my bag and then leaned her gently against the wall.  

I put some lube on my hand and slid it between her legs again.  Then I leaned down and started sucking her nipples, alternating between each one.  I kept administrating the Palm Pilot as Okimi groaned and swore.  Several minutes into this, I felt her arms wrap around me tightly and she said, "I'm fucking gonna cum......fuck.....I'm cumming....."

"Oh fuck......you gotta be kidding me...."

I dropped down to my knees.  Okimi looked down at me, still breathing heavily.  I looked up and smiled at her.

"Buckle up, Physics Girl."

I pushed my face into her wet pussy.  

"Shit."

She spread her legs a little wider and I went to work, running my tongue up and down her lips.  After a minute or two, I spread her lips and started tonguing her clit.  She put her hands on my head, pulling me hard into her pussy.  Soon Okimi let out another loud moan, leaned her head back and came again.

I stood up and she just fell into me.

"Fuck.  You're incredible."

"Yeah, I know."

She laughed.

"Shut up.  And get undressed."

I stripped down and tossed my clothes into a pile.  I turned to face her and her eyes were fixed on Mr. Happy, who was hard as a rock.  She slowly reached out and felt my balls and cock.  

She smiled sheepishly and said said, "Sorry.....first time touching one of these."  

Okimi dropped to her knees and licked the precum off of my cock.  Then she opened her mouth and started slowly sucking me.  This time, it was my turn to lean against the wall.  

Okimi's mouth went slowly up and down on my cock.  I almost got the sense that she wasn't sure if she was doing it right.  She was.  But she kept going and the more she sucked and licked, the more comfortable she got.

When I could feel the inevitable blast starting its launch sequence, I said, "I'm about to cum, honey," and tried to pull out of her mouth.  This was the first time Okimi had sucked a cock and I didn't want to blast a full load into her throat and make her gag.

But Okimi wasn't having any of it.  

"Kimmie...."

She wasn't listening.  Her slow, almost hesitant sucking had gotten much faster.  And soon I couldn't hold back any longer and pumped a whole lot of cum into her mouth.

Okimi tried to swallow the whole load, and got most of it.  But she started coughing a little.  She held up her hand to tell me that she was okay.  She grabbed a can of diet Pepsi and took a swig.

"Well, so I'm not a pro.  All went down the wrong pipe."

We both laughed a little.

"You okay?"

"Oh yeah.  Don't worry.  I'll get lots of practice this week."

I led Okimi to the bed and had her lay down flat on her stomach.  She stretched out and laid her head down on a pillow.

"What are you doing?"

"Have I ever told you that you have a great ass?"

"No.  But thank you."

"You're welcome."

I leaned down and planted several kisses on her awesome ass.

"Nice."

Then I started rimming her.  Okimi turned her head towards me with a look of bewilderment.

"Whoa!"

I laughed.

"I can stop.  I mean, if you can't handle it."

"Shut up.  Keep going."

I did as ordered, running my tongue up and down her crack and pushing in and out of her asshole.  Soon I was bringing Okimi to another orgasm.

 

Then it was Okimi's turn to surprise me.

"Put your cock in there, sweetie."

"Your ass?"

"Yeah.  Do it.  I trust you."

I reached over to my bag and took out the lube.  I wasn't too sure about this.  The first time she fucked a guy and she wanted it through the back door?

Then again.....who was I to argue with a chick about to start classes at MIT?

I lubed up Mr. Happy and the lubed up Okimi's asshole and then slid my finger into her ass to get her completely ready.

"Okay, honey.....try and stay relaxed as much as possible."

"Okay."

I slowly eased my hard cock into Okimi's tight ass.  

I engaged in my tried-and-true process of advancing and retreating and advancing again until my entire cock was in her ass.  Okimi was taking it like she had done it many times before.

"You okay?"
"Uh huh...."

With my cock still inside of her, I slowly leaned over on my side, gently pulling Okimi with me.  When we were both on our right sides, I reached over and lifted her left leg up a few inches.  Then I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her ass.

She groaned.

"Play with your pussy, Kimmie."

She reached down and started fingering her clit.

"Fuck my ass.....make me cum.....again.....keep shoving your cock up my ass...."

After several minutes, Okimi stiffened and let out a loud groan and said, "Oh fuuuuuuck I'm cumming babyyyyyy......"  That sent me over the edge and I unloaded my cum into her ass.

 I pulled out and we cuddled and then passed out.  The next thing that I remember was waking up around 8 p.m., and hearing the shower running.  

I sat on the edge of the bed for a couple of minutes, regaining my senses.  After a couple of minutes, I heard the shower turn off and soon Okimi walk out of the bathroom naked,  drying her long hair off with a towel.

"Hey stud."

"Hey."

"That was soooooooo great!  I knew it would be, of course.  Told you that I wasn't gay."

We both laughed.  Okimi walked over to where out suitcases were and said, "Soooooo....uh....."

"Yes, I brought some," I said, laughing.

Okimi had never tried mother nature and was anxious to see what it was like.  She was also anxious to try some drinking.

"Green bag."

Okimi took out a joint and smiled.  

"I'm going to grab a shower and then I'll join you."

"Cool.  I'll wait.  I'll order some dinner.  What do you want?"

"You decide.  You know what I like."
"Okay, but they don't have In N' Out here."

"Well.....then whatever, surprise me.  Just no onions.  Unless they're deep fried."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember!  So weird."

"Nothing weird about not liking raw onions."
"Just take your shower."

I did as ordered and took a nice, long, hot shower.  Mr. Happy was already hard again, because he's Mr. Happy.  I told him that he didn't need to worry and that Okimi and I were just getting started.

I got out of the shower and dried off.  I grabbed a robe and put it on and walked out of the bathroom.  I saw Okimi sitting on a chair.

"We're going Italian, honey.  A pizza, kind of a buffet deal.  Some of everything."

"Great."

We walked out onto the balcony.  Okimi lit up the joint, took a big hit, and handed it to me.  I took a hit and we sat down.  Okimi had dragged a couple of chairs close to the room.

If you're drunk, high, or whatever, you don't want to be hanging around the railing of a balcony. when you're seven stories up.  We certainly didn't.

I clearly remember the image of Okimi sitting in that chair, her head tilted back enjoying the high, with her robe open and her legs spread.  I was about to have an appetizer, so to speak, when I heard a knock on the door and a bellhop saying, "Room service."

Okimi bolted up, shook off the cobwebs, tied up her robe and signed the tab for our gigantic meal.  You can't go wrong with Italian food.  Ever.

We kept toking and eating over the next forty five minutes or so.  Then we headed back to the bed.  We started kissing and then laid down side-by-side.  

She looked just as good crawling away.

We started kissing and soon I was kissing my way down her tits and stomach until I reached her pussy.  I spread her legs and started eating her out.  She groaned and sighed as I spread her lips and started running my tongue over her hard clit.  Soon she was having another orgasm.

I then slid my rock hard cock into her soaking wet pussy and started fucking her.  As I was sliding my cock into her, she smiled and said, "Wow.....that feels good."

She wasn't wrong.  

I fucked Okimi missionary for several minutes, until I made her cum again.  I pulled out of her pussy and had her get on all fours.  I slid again and resumed fucking her.  And after making her cum again, I figured why not go all out and make her cum in as many positions as I could.

I was in that sweet spot (literally and metaphorically) where I was rock hard but had already cum twice earlier.  So I was able to fuck her for quite awhile.  

After I pulled out, Okimi swung herself around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed.  

"Fuck.  You gonna shoot anytime soon?"

"You want me to?"
"Nah."

I gently pushed her shoulders and she giggled and fell back onto the bed.  I grabbed her legs and lifted them until they were sticking straight in the air.  I then slid my cock into her again and resumed fucking her as I stood.  After several minutes, Okimi was shaking her head back and forth and clutching the sheets as she came again.

I pulled out again and smiled at her as she pushed herself up.

"Ready to finish up?"

"Nah.  No fucking way.  Bring it."

We kissed some more and I grabbed her hand and led her to a chair.  She leaned over and I slid into her again.  She loved being bent over and I made her cum two more times.  The floodgates were open.

After I pulled out that time, Okimi was pretty wobbly.  

"You okay, honey?"
"Oh fuck.  Yeah....this is fucking intense."
"Seriously, need to stop?"
"Nah.  But let's get back in bed.  I'm a little shaky."

We crawled into bed again and I had Okimi turn away from me and slide down my cock.

Time for some reverse cowgirl.  

Watching that hot ass moving up and down as she fucked me almost made me blow my load.  What a sight.  I was glad when she came.

"Okay, Kimmie, turn around."

She giggled and turned around and faced me.  

"Me on top still?"
"Uh huh."

Okimi complied and soon was sliding up and down and grinding her pussy against my cock again.  I was resting my hands on her thighs.  Okimi came again and said, "No more.  I can't take anymore sweetie.  Fucking love it.....you gotta cum."

Okimi lifted herself off Mr. Happy and curled up next to me.  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she took her right hand and started stroking my cock and jerking me.

"Want you to fucking cum.....c'mon on baby....spray it so I can clean it up....."

I was at the brink when she hit me with the hammer.

"Love tasting your cum as much as I love tasting pussy."

And boom!  I unloaded my cum over her hand  and my stomach.  Okimi was true to her word, licking my cum off her hand and my stomach.  We were wiped out and downed some water and passed out on the bed.  We woke up around 3 in the morning, knocked down a couple of beers, toked some more and fucked a couple of more times.

I can't say that the rest of the time went quite like that.  We did slow down some.  But we fucked, and we fucked a lot.  And she took it back door a few more times as well.  She was open to a ton of stuff.

It was a great vacation--or staycation I guess it's called--for me.  Day after day of fucking, toking, drinking and eating.  We did leave the room a few times, but that was only to soak in the Jacuzzi and fuck in different parts of the pool area late at night.  It was awesome, but soon it was time to say goodbye.

We made the quick drive to the airport.  And before I knew it, Okimi and I back there, hugging and saying our goodbyes.  I knew deep down that I would never see her again.  Her aunt, uncle and cousins were long gone from Brindlewood by that point, so unless she wanted to somehow carve out the time from her studies to fly cross-country for just a booty call, I didn't see it happening.

And it didn't.  Okimi and I stayed in touch for a couple of years through snail mail and phone calls.  She basically stuck with girls, but did have the occasional boyfriend.  Eventually, the calls and letters became more and more infrequent until at one point, I realized that it had been years since I talked to her.

But as for never seeing her again, I was actually wrong.  Shocking, I know!  

In July of 1997, the wifey was out of town for a couple of weeks.  I needed a break from the legal stuff and decided to drive down to Tucson.  I loved visiting Arizona and New Mexico and thought that since I had never been to Tucson, hey, why not take a road trip for a week.

I had blast.  Just pictures and sightseeing.  Drove up Mt. Lemmon and got some great shots at sunset.  And a few I even sold to some travel agencies at home.  

On my last day, I packed up the car, checked out of the hotel, and figured that I'd walk around Arizona State University for a bit.  Around 1, I was starving, so I figured that I'd stop in the cafeteria, grab some lunch, and begin the 8 or so hour drive home.

I was eating and reading the newspaper when I heard a familiar voice.

"Ryan?"

I looked up and saw a now 32 year-old Okimi smiling down at me.

I got up and gave her a big hug.  

We spent the next two hours talking and catching up.  She was in town for a physics conference and it had just wrapped up the day before.  

She was married, had two kids, and was a junior professor at a major university.  She had her Phd. in her hand by the time she was 27.  Okimi graduated early from her bachelors program--because of course she did--and then spent her time as a grad student working as a grad assistant.  

Cuz, you know, Dr. Okimi was into physics.

And that was the last time I saw her.  

But I guarantee you that she's still hot enough for another eight-day fuck fest.  Man, that ass of hers....

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