How Polygamy Begins – 2

PART II

I had asked Connie for our date on Tuesday, and it was my boldness that really got her attention. Unlike Heather and Sue, who I asked in semi-private, just in front of the other girls. Connie I decided to ask at the end of our electrical engineering class. Most of the other students were still in the room and Connie was chatting with a couple of her friends when I walk up to her.

“Hey Connie.”

“Oh hi Jay, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you had and plans Friday evening.” There were a couple of snickers people around us.

“Oh, ahh, well nothing specific, what did you have in mind?”

“I just wondered if you would like to go to dinner, maybe do something else after?”

“Oh ahh, yeah, I guess so, what time?”

“7:00 I answer.”

“Okay, 7:00 is good for me, see you then.”

There was a stunned silence for a moment as I left the classroom. One of the guys gave me a smirk as I walked out and whispered “Good luck with the Ice Queen bra.”

I could tell from Connie’s initial stunned look that she didn’t expect the date request to be so public, but she didn’t say another word about it until we met to study Wednesday night.

“Hey stud, way to go on asking me for a date in public.”

I just gave her a cat that ate the canary look, and we organized our books and paper across the table to begin studying.

Connie was definitely the most complex of the four girls. A lot of people treated her like a blonde bimbo, but she was a borderline genius with near perfect recall. Connie could have easily been a top model, as most guys I know gave her a 10 in looks. And she definitely used her looks to advantage. She was famous for sucking people in that assumed she was a bimbo with her looks and sweet southern bell charm, and then totally destroying them with her intelligence. She even destroyed a professor after he misquoted his own book, she literally made the professor cry and run from his own classroom. Her Ice Queen reputation had been earned because she pretty well turned down dates from any guy she thought only saw what she looked like.

I guess that’s why Connie and I had always gotten along so well, she thought I was gay, so she automatically assumed her looks meant nothing to me. She, like the other three girls were wrong, but I realize that the circumstances of our initial friendship was what now would hold us together for the long term. While she was a complex person, Connie really enjoyed the simple life. Yeah, she enjoyed nice restaurants, theaters, clubs, and such, but really she was just as happy to curl up on the couch with take-out and a movie, or even just a walk in the park. No, our first real date couldn’t be that simple this time, but she would never complain if it was. In fact she had often complained to me that dates would take her places just to impress her, and she hated that.

Friday evening rolls around and I knock on Connie’s door five minutes late. Connie answers the door immediately “You’re late”

“Sorry honey, I reply, I got stuck in traffic.” She squints her eyes and gives me the look.

“You live next door smartass!”

“Well this hall gets busy this time of day.” Connie smirks as she shuts and locks her door.

“So where you taking me,” she asks?

“You’ll see when we get there.” We drive to the edge of the city and turn into a private drive.

“Jay, where are we; this place looks Chinese or something.”

“Japanese actually, it’s a private Japanese Tea House and Spa.” Connie’s eyes light up at the word ‘Spa’.

We enter the front door and are greeted by a Geisha. “Irasshaimase, Onamaehanandesuka (welcome to our store, what is your name)”

I answer “Connie-san, Conner-san”

“ahh hajimemashite,(nice to meet you) Conner-san, Kochira e dōzo.(this way please)” We follow the Geisha to a beautiful patio that overlooked a Japanese garden. The Geisha says “Koko ni suwatte kudasai (Please sit here)” I tell Connie to sit on the floor pillow, turn and bow “Domo arigatogaozaimashita (Thank you very much)” The Geisha bows, and leave us.

“Jay, I didn’t know you spoke Japanese?”

“Yeah, I speak Japanese and Spanish fluently, and German and French enough to get by, and just a little bit of Mandarin.”

“My god Jay, you speak six languages. I never knew you spoke anything but English.”

“Well, I guess I never talk about myself much.”

A young Geisha enters the room, and Connie asks “Are these Geisha Girls?”

“Ahh, you just refer to them as Geisha.”

“But aren’t Geisha prostitutes?”

The Geisha’s eyes go wide, but I quickly apologize “Shazai, Kanojo wa rikai shite imasen. (apology, she does not understand) Kanojo o yurushite (forgive her).” The Geisha leaves the room, and I explain to Connie.

“Connie sweetie, Geisha are not prostitutes, and you need to know while they only speak Japanese within these walls, they all speak and understand English. So you kinda just offended our Geisha. Geisha are entertainers and hostesses, they will take care of our every need, and will sing or play an instrument for us, but they do not perform sexual favors. Now when we are done eating, and the Geisha is done performing, she will escort us to the Massaji-shi ‘Masseuse’ for a massage.”

“Ooow, I like massages.” Connie exclaims.

“Yes, I know you do, but I have to warn you. My dad said the massages are fully nude, both you and the Masseuse, and very sensual. You can’t ask for anything sexual, but it will be a happy ending as it were. If they touch anywhere you don’t like, just say Bango ‘No’, and they’ll move on.”

“Jay, have you been here before?”

“No, it’s one of the many businesses my dad owns a stake in. So the Geisha should be back in a second, you insulted her, so you need to apologize. Just look her in the eye then bow your head and say ‘Wakaranakatta Shazai’ It means ‘I didn’t understand, apology’, she will probably respond ‘Anata wa yurusa reta’ which means you are forgiven.”

The Geisha reenters the room and Connie makes her apology slightly off in pronunciation, but the Geisha smiles and offers her forgiveness. We are then served soup, then a rice dish with shrimp and nigari. We ate and listened to our Geisha play a stringed instrument. Once we completed our meal, the Geisha performed the tea ceremony. Connie mimics everything I do and we finish the tea and sweet cakes. The Geisha then serves us Saki, and goes back to singing and playing her stringed instrument.

The evening had been very relaxing and I could tell Connie was enjoying it immensely. She had moved over, and was now sitting between my legs leaning back against my chest as we listened to the Geisha. At one point Connie tilted her head back onto my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “I love this Jay, thank you.” Then she kissed my earlobe and blew hot air in my ear.

“Just wait till you’ve had your massage, I retort.”

The Geisha finishes and leads us to a changing room and explains to me to remove our cloths and shower, then go through the door to the left without drying off and each lay face down on a massage table. I explained to Connie, and she shed her cloths without a seconds thought. The shower was simply an open room with several shower heads along one wall, so Connie and I showered next to each other and washed each other’s backs. Connie took it a step further with a reach around and started stroking my cock. She then turned me around and proceeded to give me a hard and fast blow job. It took me about 90 seconds before I had to warn her I was cuming. She just kept going until she had sucked me dry, and then stood with a smile and my cum dripping down her chin. After rinsing her face, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

“Don’t you want one too,” I ask.

“Don’t worry baby, you’re going to pay me back for that in triplicate later.”

The massage room is warm and lit with candles. There was also the smell of incense burning. Connie and I lay on the massage tables in the center of the room. The two tables are pushed together so after we lay down, Connie reaches over and takes my hand. I lift my head and look at her and she mouths the words “I Love You”. This was huge, Connie was not one to use those words lightly. She had told me she loved me in the past, but the context was that she loved me as a best friend. I could immediately tell the context was now as a lover. I smiled at her and whispered “I love you too.” Connie’s face noticeably brightened, she squeezed my hand, then interlaced her fingers in mine, and put her head down.

A moment later someone came in and asked in English, “the masseuse would like to know if any part of your body is troubling you, and if you want a hard or soft massage?”

Connie speaks up “My lower to mid back and my calves have been hurting, and I like hard.”

I say “My neck and shoulders are tight, and I like hard too.”

Two young women enter the room “Kanbanwa” and introduce themselves as Mariko and Yoshiko. They are both in matching Silk Kimono’s, and as we watch them the kimono’s are removed to reveal two stunningly beautiful women. Their bodies were similar, and both were about the same height around 5’6”, with B-cup breasts and shaved kitties. Mariko spoke in accented English and told us she would do Connie-san, and Yoshiko would take care of Conner-san.

The massages began and soon I could hear Connie oowing, and ahhing, with the occasional low moan. My massage was going well and I could feel the tension in my neck and shoulder fade away. Our back sides done the masseuse said ‘Uragaesu’, “Connie they want us to turn over.” I turn over and both masseuses gasp and Mariko says, “Saizu ga hijo ni oki”, Connie lifts her head and they are all are looking at my cock sticking in the air. Mariko says to Connie “Your boyfriend very big” the girls all giggle, and Yoshiko begins massaging my upper body.

As the massage continues Connie’s vocalizations become more intensive with moaning. I look over and Mariko is massaging Connie’s breasts, moving from the outside to just before her nipple. Connie reaches over and grabs my hand again and squeezes it tight as Mariko finally grabs both nipples and pulls, Connie convulses in orgasm, and Mariko whispers something in Connie’s ear, Connie just shakes her head yes and Mariko motions to Yoshiko.

Yoshiko climes up on the table and straddles my chest facing my feet and begins massaging my stomach. I look over and Mariko is in the same position on Connie. Connie looks over at me with a big smile and mouths ‘Have Fun’.

Connie began rubbing her hands up and down Mariko’s thighs, so I did the same to Yoshiko. She then lifted her ass as she reached past my pelvis to massage my thighs. I couldn’t see, but my cock had to be close to her face as I could feel her hot breath each time she rubbed down my thigh. On the fourth trip I heard Connie moan, and felt Yoshiko’s tongue flick across my cock head. I looked over and saw Connie now had her face buried in Mariko’s pussy. So I gently pulled Yoshiko’s legs towards my face and she moved her pussy over my mouth. As I slid my tongue into her she reciprocated by sliding my cock into her mouth. Her mouth and tongue felt like heaven, but she was licking and sucking just hard enough that the feeling was great, but I was never going to cum.

I heard Connie cum for the third or fourth time when Yoshiko stopped and sat up. Mariko had done the same with Connie, and I figured our fun was over. Yoshiko told me to sit up, and Mariko whispered something in Connie’s ear. Connie acknowledged by shaking her head yes, and Connie climbed into my lap and sank my cock into her. Connie didn’t move after impaling herself, and Mariko told us to stay like that as her and Yoshiko positioned themselves behind Connie and I. Then they moved our legs and arms into the position they wanted us in. Mariko satisfied with everyone’s position she said, “You kiss like lovers, but no move bodies, ok.”

Connie and I begin kissing passionately, our tongues meet and begin twirling around each other. I then feel hands begin massaging my chest. After a few minutes it felt like my nipples were on fire. Connie moaned into my mouth, and we continued like that for what felt like hours. I could constantly feel Connie’s pussy squeezing and convulsing, but not orgasming. I could barely comprehend what was happening with the massage, as my entire body was buzzing.

Then I heard Mariko say something to Connie, and Connie started gyrating her hips in a circular motion. The movement took everything to the next level, and now I could literally feel my tongue vibrating in Connie’s mouth.