Ch 26

V 2.0

A/N 1 – There is a 4K word lemon that goes with this chapter, but due to FFN rules I don't want to risk posting it here; I know there are lots of lemons here, but I don't want to risk a possible suspension. When the chapter gets to that section of the story there will be instructions and a (corrected) web addy to where the lemon is posted. Any feedback should be done here at FFN, where they are easier to keep track of.

Glossary:
Yamato Nadeshiko - idealized Japanese woman; think Kasumi Tendo from Ranma 1/2 or Belldandy from Ah My Goddess.
Tou-san – informal form of father; dad
Kaa-san – informal form of mother; mom

Tsujimoto/Koyabakawa Residence
Koto City, Tokyo, Japan
Twenty two months before

"Kampai!"

With the traditional Japanese drinking cheer, all three diners around the low table took a deep drink of their beverages. Natsumi finished off the large cup of warm sake, while Miyuki sipped at her glass of plum wine. Keitaro was the only one with a non-alcoholic drink, hot tea in his case, but it had cooled off enough that he did not have to worry about scalding his mouth drinking it.

Keitaro was only slightly surprised to find out that the two police women lived in the same apartment, but when he thought about it, he realized he should not have been. Miyuki had moved to Tokyo from Okayama Prefecture to attend the Police Academy and once she was partnered with Natsumi, it made sense for the two to become roommates to save money in the notoriously expensive Tokyo metropolis.

Their apartment in Koto City was about what one would expect for two young women who did not make a lot of money. The main room was a combination of living room, dining room, and kitchen, with a room separated by shoji walls for sleeping and a combination water closet and shower off to the side. There were multiple bookshelves around the main room containing everything from auto repair manuals and firearms catalogs to video discs and paperback novels. The overall effect was that of neat but cluttered chaos.

Right now the three were sitting on cushions around a low table loaded with various dishes of food. As Miyuki had said earlier, dinner was relatively simple, but what she had not mentioned was how much of it there was. Keitaro was surprised to see the large bowls of rice with curry sauce, stir fried beef and veggies, and sliced pickles, but after watching Natsumi eat for a few minutes, he could see why the dark haired girl was used to cooking in large portions. Her partner ate like there was no tomorrow.

Given how much Natsumi was eating even now, Keitaro now understood why she was grabbing bags of chips and candy bars when they had stopped at a store to pick up some alcoholic beverages. However, Miyuki had calmly pulled most of the items from the arms of her pouting compatriot and left her with one bag of chips and two candy bars when they finally rang up their purchases at the register. She also left her with the six-pack of 12 ounce sake bottles, which along with a bottle of wine and a six-pack of diet soda had completed their purchases. As soon as the trio were back in the car, Natsumi had torn open the bag of chips and started scarfing them down as Miyuki started driving toward their apartment.

Once they got to their residence, Keitaro was parked at the dining table as the two ladies got to work. Moving with the wordless ease that spoke of long experience, Miyuki had put on a dark green apron and started preparing food and cooking, while Natsumi set up the dishes, cups, and utensils, and prepared the beverages for serving. After putting three of the sake bottles in a pot of water on the stove to warm up, Natsumi had given one of the diet sodas to Keitaro and then taken out a wine glass and put it on the counter. Filling it half way, she nudged Miyuki at the stove and passed the glass over without a word. Giving a smile in response, the dark haired girl took a sip from the glass before putting it down on the counter and returning her attention to the stir fry. Meanwhile, Natsumi had been casually speaking with Keitaro, asking him about his time at high school, seeming to be genuinely surprised to hear that Keitaro did not have much of a social life while attending school, but once the two girls heard about his dedicated studies in order to enter Todai, plus the martial arts training he had been involved in, they understood his reasoning, even if they did not quite agree. It was Natsumi's considered opinion that there was always time to have a hobby and have some fun.

After the table was set, Natsumi went into the sleeping area of the apartment and after a few minutes came out again. She was still wearing her HK t-shirt, but now she was wearing green cargo shorts and her feet were bare. Walking over to the stove, she deftly pulled one of the warming bottles of sake from the pot of water without getting in the way of her partner. Pouring the steaming beverage into a large ceramic cup, she took a sip and then started moving the bowls of food from the counter to the table. By the time she was done moving the previously prepared food, Miyuki had finished with the stir fry and had transferred it to a serving platter. Carrying it over to the dining table, without missing a beat she lightly slapped at Natsumi's hand as she reached for a piece of fried beef. "You can wait three more minutes, Natsumi-chan," Miyuki said calmly as she reached over to the counter and picked up her glass of wine. Taking another sip, she placed her glass on the table, took off her apron and then walked into the sleeping area, coming out a couple minutes later wearing black cargo shorts with the same t-shirt as before.

Walking over to the table, Miyuki made sure everyone's beverage was topped off before she gracefully lowered herself to the cushion beside the table. Looking up at her partner and their guest, she smiled warmly, murmuring "Itadakimasu," and hearing the others do the same before they all dug in.

The meal was rather relaxing, even if the conversation subject matter was probably not one that was normally heard around Japanese dining tables. Natsumi talked about some of the misunderstandings she had while on exchange with the LAPD, and how her martial arts skill and strength, even more than her shooting skill, had discomforted the elite officers of the Metro Division. Most police officers knew better than to underestimate someone just by appearance, but it was something else entirely when a muscular male was being tossed around by a female 25 cm shorter and 50 kg lighter with brute force alone. Miyuki's experiences were less physical, as she had been assigned to the forensic unit, but she did have some fun racing some car tuners at tracks in the Southern California area, most of all a tall muscular shaved head male and his modified Mazda RX-7 and his shorter dyed blonde partner with his Toyota Supra. Given her ethnicity and good looks, most of the racers assumed that Miyuki was a race groupie … which had lasted as long as it took for her to enter a race or two with a Honda Civic she had been working on. After that Natsumi had almost literally had to carry her away from the arguments she had been having with the gear-heads.

After the food was finished and the plates taken to the sink, the three returned to the table to continue talking. By this time, Natsumi had drank three of the 12 oz bottles of sake while looking only slightly tipsy, even as Miyuki was finishing her second full glass of plum wine, which explained what they talked about next… the men in their lives, or more accurately, the lack thereof. Given they were police officers, most Japanese men did not have the confidence to date women that literally kicked ass and took names for a living, especially Natsumi, who's unconscious chi enhanced strength would put a power lifter to shame. Miyuki had a different problem though, as her intelligence and mechanical talents intimidated many men who would otherwise be attracted to someone who looked like the poster girl for the Yamato Nadeshiko. The two girls had tried dating other police officers, but the closest Natsumi had gotten to a steady boyfriend was currently on a six month trip to climb the Himalayas and Miyuki's love interest was too busy hanging around the other male motorcycle officers and not ever taking off his white silk scarf and mirrored sunglasses – especially in the locker room, according to rumor.

Looking at his wrist watch, Keitaro saw that it was getting close to eight pm, and that perhaps it was time for him to get going. Given how much both of his hosts had been drinking, he figured that he could walk to a trolley stop and take a train home.

"Hey, Taro-kun, you never did get your sip." Natsumi was refilling her sake cup and she looked up at the young ronin as she spoke. "Newbies need to maintain tradition, after all."

"Are you sure about this, Natsumi-san? I'm legally not old enough to drink." Keitaro looked from up at Natsumi, and except for a slight blush on her face, she looked like she meant what she said.

"I'm very sure. You're now a trained and certified shooter, old enough to fight, old enough to drink, old enough to…" Natsumi's voice trailed off. "Besides, a little sip won't hurt you."

Keitaro watched Natsumi shuffled over on her knees to where she was now next to him, her sake cup in hand. He frowned slightly; if Natsumi was going to give him some of her sake, why did she bring her cup and not the bottle to pour in another cup?

Smiling a little, Natsumi raised her cup in the air and said "Kampai." Taking a sip from the cup, Natsumi put it down on the table, and then to his surprise, leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. An instant later, her tongue pushed through their lips and into his mouth, sliding up against his tongue, the taste of sake on it.

After a moment of shock, Keitaro responded. Granted, this was his first full kiss, but he had read enough stories to know what to do. Tasting Natsumi's mouth, he tilted his head more to the side and kissed back, the pressure causing her mouth to open slightly more, and his tongue then moving into her month, the taste of sake stronger but not overwhelming. Meanwhile, his hands had unconsciously gone to her upper arms and were holding her in place, so that his leaning against her would not push her away.

After what felt like a long time, but in reality was only a few moments, Natsumi moved her head back and broke the kiss, sitting there wide-eyed and gasping slightly. "Wow! You're a damn good kisser!"

"Thank you," Keitaro replied, not sure what else he could say. Mentioning that this was his first romantic-type kiss with another person was probably not a good idea at this time (fending off his adopted sister's advances did not count in his mind).

"Hope you liked your taste of sake, Taro-kun." Natsumi grinned impishly. "Now it's time for your sip of wine."

Keitaro's eyes widened again. Surely she could not mean…

"Miyuki-chan, your turn." Turning toward the other girl in the room, Keitaro could see that the blush on her face was a little darker, but she was now also shuffling forward to where she was now on the opposite side of him from Natsumi. Taking a sip from her wine glass, Miyuki looked right at him, tilted her head slightly, and leaned forward, her eyes closing as their mouths made contact.

This kiss was different. It was not aggressive and hungry like Natsumi's, it was slow and gentle, but with a feeling of desire behind it. Miyuki's mouth tasted sweet from the plum wine she was drinking, and Keitaro did not know if it was the alcohol or the girl he was now kissing, but he had a sudden desire for more. Almost unconsciously, his tongue slid into her mouth, and after a few moments of exploring, drew her tongue into his mouth, where he sucked lightly on it, causing her to moan slightly before she pulled away, just enough to break the kiss, but still close enough to smell the wine on her breath.

"Oh my… that was good Keitaro-kun," The blush on Miyuki's face was now enough so that he could feel the heat against his own skin. "I think I want more." Leaning forward, Miyuki's lips pressed against his, but now she was more aggressive, her mouth opening and inviting him to taste her with a swipe of her tongue against his lips, an invitation he had no intention of turning down.

As the two kissed, they both found that kneeling side by side while next to a low table was not very comfortable. Slowly, clumsily, they moved to the side so they were on their knees facing each other, their lips not separating while they moved. Of course, this made it so they could now press up against each other from their chests down to their thighs.

Miyuki cried out softly as she felt her breasts flatten against Keitaro's chest. His hands had come up to her shoulders to hold her in place against him, but that did not keep her from starting a slow undulating motion .

Keitaro was too caught up feeling sensations as this gorgeous creature pressed up against him, tasting her, feeling her slide up and down slightly against him and hearing her sounds of excitement and desire. There was little that could distract him from this… except another firm female body pressed up against him, this time from behind.

"Miyuki-chan, don't be greedy, you need to share with your partner," Natsumi whispered to her roommate, her chin hooked over Keitaro's shoulder, her lips next to her face and right by his ear as she spoke, causing him to shiver as she gently took his ear lobe between her teeth and bit down slightly. Her arms snaked around the pair in front of her, pulling them all together, the ronin now the filling in a most pleasurable sandwich.

"Natsumi-chan… it feels so good… too good…" Miyuki whimpered as she increased the pressure of her grinding against the man against her. And he was a man; never mind that he was almost a decade younger than she was, she had not been this excited with a male in a long time.

"It gets better, Yuki-chan," Natsumi grinned to herself as her hands went up to where Keitaro's hands were on Miyuki's shoulders. Gently pulling them away, she guided his hands down her arms and back to her rump. Clenching her hands on top of his, they both squeezed the firm flesh beneath the cargo shorts and caused Miyuki to cry out loudly.

"Wait a minute!" Keitaro broke his kiss with Miyuki, causing her to moan disconsolately. He turned his head to look at Natsumi, whose face was still next to his ear, her body pressed against his back. "Why are you doing this?"

Natsumi gave an amused smile at his question. "Why Taro-kun, I thought a Todai aspirant would have studied this in school. When a man and a woman find each other attractive, there are hormonal reactions, and it produces certain feelings…"

"You know what I'm asking, Natsumi-san. Why are you doing this with *me*? Why are both you and Miyuki-san doing this *together* with me?" Keitaro was trying to concentrate on his questioning, but it was difficult to keep your mind on track when you have one attractive woman pressed against your back and another moaning and grinding up against your front.

"Why you? You're good looking, in shape, not a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but still mature and confident enough to deal with a strong woman. And why me and Yuki-chan? Well, we're partners, we share *everything*." Natsumi's Cheshire Cat smile did little to encourage him, even as it did send a frission of excitement down his spine. "We spent a lot of time helping each other… reduce tension, and now we both want to be with you. So what's wrong with that?"

"Yes Keitaro-kun… I want you so much right now. Could you help me out… help us both?" The wild look on Miyuki's face had decreased, but her grinding continued regardless, even as she looked into his eyes and spoke.

"If you're sure…" Keitaro would have said more, but Miyuki laid a kiss on him that had him gasping for breath, even as Natsumi resumed nibbling on his ear and guiding his hands over her partner's body.

"We're very sure, Taro-kun. And one more thing… I think we're friendly enough to drop the honorifics, don't you?" Natsumi traced her lips down from his earlobe to his jaw line, kissing and nipping gently. Keitaro, his mouth otherwise occupied, nodded his agreement, careful not to break his kiss with Miyuki as he did so.

"Well, since we're all good with this, I think it's time to move to a more comfortable location." It took a few moments for this to sink into Keitaro's mind, but once it did, he slowly pulled away from Miyuki, who gave a slight whine as contact between their lips broke. She blinked at him for a moment before she looked between the two of them, finally saying only one word. "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," Natsumi said in agreement. Backing away from Keitaro to let him stand up, she helped her wobbly partner to her feet, then reached out with her free hand to the ronin, who was then lead through the sliding shoji door into the sleeping area.

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Half a block from the Urashima Residence

Tokyo, Japan
The next day

Keitaro was thinking to himself as he walked along the sidewalk, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. There was nothing obviously different about him, but he still had the feeling that there was a sign that was invisible to him but visible to everyone else that loudly proclaimed "Lost Virginity in a Threesome!" floating somewhere over his head.

He had woken up to find that he had been wrapped up in between two very attractive, very naked girls, in a room that was not his own. After a few moments, he was able to recall what had happened the night before, and calmed down somewhat. But that left the question as to what he was going to do now.

Craning his head to look at the alarm clock, he saw that it was now 8:17 AM. The pressure that was now starting to make itself known in his bladder demanded immediate attention, so staying put, as attractive an idea as that was, was not an option.

Slowly wriggling his way free, Keitaro was able to slip free of the clutches of the clingy girls, arranging for their arms to wrap around each other instead. Once that was done, he snuck out to the water closet to use the facilities, but he had miscalculated one thing – how noisy the water pipes were in this apartment building. It was not quite as loud as a jet engine firing up at the airport, but it had a certain fingernails on a chalkboard quality that set his teeth on edge.

After washing up, he returned to the bedroom to retrieve his clothes to see one half awake girl and one fully conscious girl glaring at him from the futon. Without a word Natsumi grabbed his hand and yanked him down to the mat and before he knew it, he was wrapped up by the two girls again. Keitaro mentally sighed; if this was his punishment for sneaking out of bed, should this be considered a bad thing?

After a half hour of snuggling, and near simultaneous growling of stomachs by Keitaro and Natsumi, the girls finally decided to let him get up. After some quick trips to the washroom to clean up, the two girls dressed in casual clothes, and while Miyuki was making tea and toast, Natsumi and Keitaro washed the dishes from the night before. With two sets of hands involved, the job was done before the kettle started whistling.

Sitting around the table, the three looked at each other in silence while eating and drinking. But after a few minutes, the quiet was getting awkward, so Keitaro took it upon himself to break the ice.

"Where do we go from here?" The two girls looked at him in puzzlement. "I mean, gods know I enjoyed myself last night, and I'm pretty sure you did as well," here the two girls blushed in response, "but I mean, what do we do now? You two have careers as police officers, and I'm going to be leaving the country for a year in about a month. It's not like we can start a real relationship; hell, there's two of you and one of me. I'll probably die of exhaustion and dehydration if we keep doing what we did last night all the time!" Keitaro half smiled at the girls, but while they smiled in return, their expressions returned to serious ones soon enough.

"Keitaro-kun… we were telling the truth when we told you that we have problems with relationships because of what we do and who we are," Miyuki started out saying. "Because of this, we treasure what we do find, and we do not want to take it lightly. However, we do understand that we are not at a point to have anything serious, or even conventional. That is why Natsumi-chan and I got involved with each other, and now that we found you, we are willing for you to take part in what we have. For now, we want to be with you until you have to leave, and after you return, we will see what occurs then."

"We don't want you just as a fuck-buddy, Taro-kun," Natsumi now spoke up. "We enjoyed the week we spent with you, and I think we could be friends even if last night didn't happen. But we don't want you to just leave now. You're very rare, you're a sweet, smart, strong guy, and no sane girl would want to give that up."

"So you two want to continue seeing me, like this? It's not like I can be both your boyfriend at the same time." Keitaro was looking from one girl to the other.

"We will be good friends, with certain… benefits. We still have a month before you leave, and we can help you with some more training up until then. And if we should spend time together after the training, I'm sure none of us will mind." Miyuki smiled at the young ronin.

"If you sure…" Keitaro was not sure if this was a good thing, but Natsumi and Miyuki certainly seemed to want it, and if more nights occurred like the last one, he would be a fool to refuse.

"We are very sure." The two girls got up and came around to Keitaro's side of the table, the two of them wrapping their arms around him in a combined hug. Miyuki was in front of him, so she gave him a long lingering kiss while Natsumi nuzzled his neck while pressing up behind him.

After a few minutes in the group hug, the three finally finished getting ready for the day and left the apartment, heading down toward the garage so that Miyuki could drive him to the train station so he could go home. The girls had offered to take him all the way to his home, but Keitaro was sure they were not ready to have a screaming younger sister dive into their car when she saw two attractive women with her beloved onii-chan.

For some reason, the garage was not accessible by elevator, so they had to get off at the lobby and walk though a doorway. But when then they stepped out of the elevator, they found something very unusual… a dozen men waiting for them.

As the stone faced men stared at them, Miyuki's hand reached into her purse for her combination taser/pepper spray gun, Natsumi's hands clenched into fists and started to come up, and Keitaro, looking around for priority threats and entrances and exits, noticed that the men had the same jealous look in their eyes as the men at the train station, making him wonder how messy it would get if they had to fight their way out of the lobby.

But then the most unusual thing happened, in unison the men all turned so they were facing Keitaro and deeply bowed at the waist, holding it for a moment before coming back up. One of the men walked up to the mystified trio, and Miyuki recognized him as the manager of their apartment building. "Good morning, Haneda-san, can I help you?" she asked in some confusion.

"Good morning, Koyabakawa-san, Tsujimoto-san. I was asked to deliver a message and this envelope to you this morning." The man handed a small square envelope to Miyuki.

"What's this all about, Manager-san?" Natsumi asked as she and Keitaro watched Miyuki open the envelope and look at the contents before blushing in apparent embarrassment.

"As much as the men of this apartment building enjoyed listening to certain people and sounds last night through the heating vents, our wives were not as appreciative. So they took up a collection and got a gift certificate, asking that if certain people intended to repeat what occurred last night, they use the gift certificate when they do so."

"What's the gift certificate for, Miyuki-chan?" Natsumi asked her still blushing partner.

"It's an all night stay at a romance hotel. It's addressed to 'Our Hero and his two Lovely Ladies.'" Miyuki blushed some more as she passed the envelope to Keitaro.

Seeing the certificate inside for the 'Discrete Rest' love hotel, along with a business card for the location boasting of soundproofed rooms and mini-bars filled with energy drinks and bottled water, as well as vending machines for certain 'personal items', Keitaro started to feel a blush working its way across his face. Looking at Natsumi, who had been reading over his shoulder, he could see the same with her as well.

Deciding to play it cool, Keitaro tucked the envelope in his shirt pocket and turned toward the manager. "Thank you for your consideration, Haneda-san," he said with a barely straight face, bowing as he spoke.

The manager bowed in return. "No, thank you. I know of some couples that were… inspired… by what they heard last night," he replied with a crooked smile.

With that happy thought in mind, the trio walked toward the garage, the men in the lobby once again deeply bowing as they passed through.

Now as Keitaro was walking toward his home from the trolley stop, he was wondering what if anything he should tell his family. His Tou-san would probably be OK with it, his Kaa-san would not really like it but would not make a big deal about it, but it was his younger sister that he was concerned about.

"ONII-SAN!" Speak of the devil and she will appear. With a crash, Keitaro was tackled, winding up on his back with 47 kilos of overly concerned little sister on top of him.

"Where were you? Who were you with? Why didn't you tell me last night?" Kanako had her hands on his shirt lapels, either to hang on or to strangle him. She lowered her head and took a deep sniff. "And why do you smell of cheap women's perfume?"

Keitaro just sighed. It was barely 11:00 AM, and he knew it was going to be a long day.

A/N 3 – Who would have thought that the first lemon I've written in more than three years would be double the size of the rest of the chapter? The entire chapter is a little over 13K words, with the lemon taking up 8K. Hopefully I didn't do too badly. *smile*

To anyone that may be thinking that Keitaro is acting a little too confidently considering that this was his first time, all I can say is you learn a lot when you read erotic stories, like the ones found at a certain website we all read. *grin*

If enough people ask for it, I may write another lemon involving Keitaro and the YUA girls, but keep in mind that there is only one more chapter or so left before Keitaro leaves for Thailand.

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