(Saturday, July 14)

"I'm not eating naked. Give me something to wear," I snapped, staring at Date as I sat on his bed wrapped in a sheet that smelled like him and me and sex. He was nearly finished preparing breakfast for us and was refusing to give me clothes.
"Why can't you eat naked? I like to look at you," he said with a little laugh as if the subject were a joke. "I think you should take that sheet off and let your skin breathe."
"One of us might like to flaunt his bare skin in every direction, but I refuse to eat naked. It's bad manners to dine without clothes on. We won't even get started on how stupidly dangerous it is to cook with no clothes on, but feel free to endanger yourself. I know CPR," I said. He'd been frying eggs without a stitch on and I'd cringed every time he went to flip them over in the sizzling pan.
"I'd like you to show me where it says anything about having to wear clothes in a book about table manners," he said, getting something out of the fridge.
"It is standard etiquette to wear the proper attire for whatever the occasion requires," I snapped.
"The proper attire for eating a breakfast that I have prepared for you after enjoying your body all night is naked," he said, trying to be clever. "That is how you can show your appreciation to the chef."
"I am going to show my appreciation by not calling the police to tell them that you are keeping a naked hostage in your apartment." I'd woken some time in the early morning to find that he'd sent my clothes to his laundry service. At the time he'd distracted me with kisses and roaming fingers, so I hadn't been able to truly vent my anger about it.
"Would you have preferred it if I had just left your clothes on the floor and you could have worn them home tomorrow night all sweaty and wrinkled?" he asked.
"You are trying to distract me from the subject. Give me something to wear!" I demanded.
"Alright," he said with a sigh. "I have a pale blue shirt that will look great with your skin tones. If I can't have you naked, I'd prefer you to be wearing one of my t-shirts. You're going to look very cuddly and sexy."
"Stop trying to turn this into a win for you. I won," I informed him.
"Oh, this entire weekend is a win for me, Akiko," he said with a laugh. "Just one big win."
I pulled on the shirt that he handed me and went to sit at the kitchen table. His eyes followed me the entire time.
"You look amazing. Are you sure you won't let me take a picture of you?" he asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you 'no pictures', you sicko pornographer?" He'd been moaning all night because I wouldn't let him take naked pictures of me.
"The human body is an art form," he said as he finished setting the food out on the table. "Now, eat at much as you can. We need to replenish our energy."
"The only people who say that are depraved artists who like to paint naked people," I informed him.
"You lack any and all refinement," he shot back as we began eating.
"Thanks for the compliment. That just means that I'm not putting on airs," I shoved some eggs in my mouth and followed it with toast. Having sex all night had made me very hungry.
"Some people would say that it's putting on airs to insist on wearing clothes to a naked breakfast," he said.
"Manners are not airs."
"Naked is not shameful." His eyes were burning with a bright light.

"Damn you." I stood up from my seat and he knew exactly what I wanted. He pushed his chair back and his hands moved to help me straddle him. I settled onto him with a sigh, my skin was already getting jumpy because it was excited about touching him. Our torsos were separated by the t-shirt but I could feel his half-hard man part against my lady bits. I moaned because it felt so good to feel his part pressed against me and his arms wrapped around me. His hands moved down to grip my butt and rub our parts together. The feel of it made me moan and I thought about all of the things that we were going to do to each other and started to get really excited.
I put my fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. I'd been practicing kissing all night and I was getting very good at it. I pushed my tongue past his lips to explore his mouth, enjoying the way that he moaned whenever I did something that he liked.
I'd learned that I liked to hear him moan and to moan myself. It made me feel uninhibited and sexy and I could tell that Date really liked it when I made noises. He pulled his mouth from mine and I let out a soft cry just to let him know I didn't like his lips leaving mine. His mouth trailed wetly down my neck and I dropped my head back to give him full access to my skin.
"Oh no," he said quietly when his mouth met the collar of the shirt. "A shirt." He put his hands on my stomach on top of the shirt and began rubbing over the fabric. It felt good, different from having his hands directly on my skin. I moved my hands behind me to place them firmly on his knees and arch into his hands.
He kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples through the shirt and I moaned and whimpered because it felt so good. The soft fabric added a new texture to the familiar feel of his fingers on me. Sharp little stabs of a good kind of pain were firing in my lady bits and I knew that meant it was getting hot and wet and ready for him. It happened every time we touched each other.

Date had dropped his head to my chest and was nibbling at my nipple through the shirt and using his tongue to swirl the damp cloth around on my skin. It made me cry out loudly a bunch of times as good warm sexy feelings were moving all over me. I could feel his man part between our bodies, it had grown to full size. I tipped my hips and did my best to rub my wet lady bits against it, trying to get that same feeling that he made when he messed around down there with his fingers - a sort of feeling that was very intense and spread all over my body, making everything even better.
"Date! Date!" I cried because the feelings were twisting up in my stomach and making me feel desperate. "Let's go to the bed. I want you to put your man part in me."
He helped me off his lap and we walked over to the bed, he kept his hands on me the entire time. It was always like he could never get enough of touching me. No wonder he had asked for the whole weekend instead of just one night. But that was fine with me because I was having a lot of fun.
I tried to take off the t-shirt once we got to the bed, but he told me to keep it on. He pushed it up to expose my breasts when I lay down and started licking and sucking one nipple with his mouth while he worked on my other nipple with his hand. I admired his multi-tasking, but he was not giving me what I wanted.
"Stop that! That's not what I told you to do. I want you to push your man part into my lady bits really hard. Like that time when you knocked my head on the headboard." I reached up to check that there was a good distance between the top of my head and the headboard. "You can play with my breasts later."
He groaned with my nipple in his mouth which made tingles go down to my toes. He lifted himself up and looked down at me. "You are so challenging."
I frowned up at him - ready to argue his statement - but he was already rubbing the end of his man part on my lady bits because he was getting ready to put it inside of me. So I let it pass.
I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips up so that he could get in as deeply as possible when he finally pushed himself inside of me. He started with a few slow plunges and I was instantly irritated because I needed more. My body felt as if it were going to explode if I didn't get what I wanted. "No!" I shouted. "Push your man part in me really hard and fast!"
"I'm just get warmed up," he replied. "I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to talk."
"Fair enough," I said, smiling happily as I prepared for him to get to work. "Give it to me!"
With a sigh he began plunging into me hard and fast just like I had wanted. I held onto him tightly and strained to meet his every movement. We were both thrusting our parts together with as much force as possible, our bodies all tangled together and sweaty. Every time that he moved it made the amazing feelings in my lady part get stronger and stronger and everything that he did just added to the good feelings. He kissed me, he licked me, he stared into my eyes as he moved inside of me strongly. The sexy feelings just kept building inside of me until they crashed down in a great orgasm (I knew that's what it was because Jomei told me). I pulled him close and buried my face in his neck as I cried out because of the wonderful feelings that he had given me. He stroked my hair and continued thrusting into me until he got his own orgasm. I could feel his man part jerking inside of me as he did it.
He moaned next to my ear and put his arms around me and then rolled us over so that we were lying next to each other. He started pressing kisses all over my face and I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair.
"You did a really good job," I said. "I like having sex with you so much."
"I'm glad," he replied with a little laugh. "I like have sex with you so much, too. And I decided that I like you in my shirt. You can wear it as long as you want." He pulled the shirt down over my body and reached to pull the blanket up over us.
"It's got spit on it," I sat up and pulled the shirt off. "And I want to press my breasts against you while we're sleeping."
"I guess I can't complain about that."

(Later That Day)

Opening my eyes after a nap, I saw Date sitting on the bed watching me. "You didn't take any pictures of me did you?" I asked suspiciously, noting that the blanket had slid down to bare my breasts while I slept.
"Of course not. I may be a sicko pornographer, but I'm an ethical one," he said with a smile before his expression turned serious. "We need to have a little lesson about body parts. You've got to stop shouting about my 'man part' while we're having sex. At first it was cute but now it is just getting creepy. Who knows what the neighbors are thinking."
I glanced at the walls of his studio apartment. I hadn't even thought about the fact that he obviously had neighbors. We'd been making a lot of noise all night and into the afternoon. "You're right. We should think up some code phrases in case people are eavesdropping. Maybe something like 'pass me the broom!" would work."
"No, it will not!" He moved closer and took my hand and put it on his part. It was soft and I ran my fingers over it. Date didn't let me touch it very much. He said that it made him too excited. "This is my cock or my dick or my rod or my shaft. Those are the only things that you are allowed to call it. Any other euphemisms you would like to use will have to be preapproved. Don't go making anything up in the heat of the moment."
"It might be hard to get used to," I said. "I don't know if I'll be able to remember to use the right words when I'm getting all excited. My brain doesn't seem to work very well when you're touching me."
"Figure it out." He pulled the blanket from my body and pushed my legs apart to cup my lady part in his hand. The feel of his warm hand on me made me sigh. "This is your pussy or your cunt or your sex." His fingers began exploring my lady part, or my pussy. "These are your lips or your labia or your vulva."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You seem to know a little too much about female anatomy."
"I just looked some of that stuff up on my phone. This has never been an issue before," he said with a shake of his head. "You just can't keep telling me to push my man part into your lady part. It distracts me when I need to focus on what I'm doing."
"I've wondered before if you might have ADD. Have you ever been tested?" I asked.
"I do not have ADD," he said firmly. "Why don't you try practicing some of your new words."
"I like the way that you are rubbing my labia," I said, pushing up into his fingers and smiling at him.
"I don't know if this is going to work," he said thoughtfully. "There's just something about you. You make everything weird."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, not ready to give up. "I'll talk dirty for you a lot so that I can practice - Rub my labia harder and after that I think you should probably lick it...oh, or do that sucking thing you do. Yeah, do all of those things. See? I like this. This is fun."
"How can you be so weird and so awkward and so sexy?" he asked, his voice almost accusing. "You drive me crazy and make me want to fuck you all at the same time. You're taking years off my life."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just saying the things that you told me to say," I said. "What do women normally say when you're having sex with them?"
"Oh, you know, thinks like 'oh, right there' or 'harder' or 'you are so good at this, Jomei'," he said with a funny high pitched voice.
"I think that last thing might be a lie," I narrowed my eyes at him and he gave my lady bits a little pinch in retaliation.
"Well, they definitely call me Jomei. It's weird to have you calling me Date when we're having sex," he said with a little cringe. "Although, now that I think about it, maybe we should just roleplay being at work. Try saying, 'Oh no, Mr. Date! It looks like we're locked in the file room! Whatever will we do?'"
"That sounds ridiculous. The file room doesn't even have a lock on it," I informed him. "You're my boss. I don't want to get into the habit of calling you the wrong thing. What if I slipped up at work and everyone found out that we had a sex weekend?"
He shook his head and said, "I don't think that's going to happen. Everyone at work thinks we don't get along. They'd never jump to that conclusion. They'd probably think you were just trying to be disrespectful."
"Everyone knows that I always use good manners. And it's good that everyone thinks we don't get along, we should keep it that way so no one ever finds out about this," I said and noticed that his hand had moved to caress my hip bone and he'd forgotten it there while we were talking. "What are you doing? You're getting distracted. You stopped rubbing my labia. Rub it some more and tell me what that thing is in there that feels extra good."
"What, this thing?" he asked, finding the little bump with his finger and rubbing it. "That's your clit. You didn't know?"
I shook my head. "No. I think you should lick it now. I really like it when you lick it."
"That's good, because I really like licking it. I like the way you feel against my tongue and I like the way you taste."
"I like those things about you, too," I said as he settled himself between my thighs.

(Sunday, July 15)

"What do you want to do this afternoon?" Date asked. I was sitting on his couch while he washed dishes. We'd just eaten lunch. By this time I'd given in to his whining and was eating my meals naked. I'd turned into a complete degenerate in less than forty-eight hours, although I still wasn't letting him take pictures of me. So, at least I had some pride to hold onto.
I thought about his question for a minute and said, "I'm not sure. I like to have sex frog style, but I think I might want to try doggie style, too."
"What in the hell is frog style?" he asked throwing down the dish towel and walking over to stand in front of me.
"You know, when I pull my knees up and spread my legs wide and it looks like frog legs," I answered, pulling one of my knees up to give a little demonstration.
"Oh my God!," he cried. "I am never going to get that image out of my mind. What is wrong with you? Never say that again!"
"I seriously do not know what you are talking about," I frowned up at him. He was always talking about me being weird when he was obviously the one that was a little off. "If you can compare one position to a dog, what's the big deal with comparing another one to a frog? I'm sure there are other positions named after animals."
"Oh yeah, which ones?"
"I don't know. I'm the virgin here. You're supposed to be teaching me positions. It isn't my fault that you seem to favor the frog position. I'd probably know a bunch more positions by now if your repertoire was more varied."
"Stop calling it that!" he yelled. "I do not want to picture you with frog legs!"
"But it's okay to picture me like a dog for doggie style?"
"Stop talking! You are ruining everything!"
"You can't tell me to stop talking! Stop being overly sensitive!"
"It's time to change things up! You are going to learn to suck my cock!"
"What? You just want to shut me up! I'm not letting you put your man part in my mouth if you have an ulterior motive!"
"I told you to stop calling my dick a 'man part'! You are creeping me out!"
"We are wasting time! We only have seven hours left and you are crying about frogs and man parts!"
Jomei rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. "You're right," he said in a very steady voice. "Akiko, what would you like to do next? I would be happy to fuck you doggie style or show you how to suck my cock, or anything else that you would like to do. Let's try to make good use of our time."
"With seven hours left, we can maybe do it three times. So sucking and doggie for sure. You're the one with experience. What should we do for the third thing?"
"I think we should do it with you on top, but I'd like you to put your hair back in braids for that. I'd like to keep the memory of you riding me...and, uh, you've got your braids."
"Do you have some sort of braid fetish? Is that was this weekend has been about?"
"No. I have an Akiko fixation and I'm used to seeing you in braids. Hell, you know what? I changed my mind. I want you in braids for the rest of the afternoon."

(Later That Night)

"Oh yeah, I like that. Keep doing that for a little bit," I said. We'd extended my departure time and were having sex one more time. Date was taking everything really slowly. He was licking and nibbling up the side of my torso and it was making a bunch of different feelings in my body - it was exciting and tickly and made me want to stretch and relax all at the same time.
"Mmm, you like this?" His lips and tongue and teeth made their way over and started paying attention to the underside of my breast. "I am never going to forget the way that you taste."
He licked around on my nipple and the feel of it made the good sensations in my lady bits get stronger. My hands were all over him, rubbing and touching every part of him that I could reach. I was even using my feet to rub his legs. Everything in me was telling me to hurry up and get his man part in me, but I was trying really hard to go slow to match his pace. It felt so good to go so slow.
I pushed my fingers into his hair and tugged on his head. "Come back up here," I said. "I want to kiss you some more." He licked his way up to my mouth and we started kissing each other with lots of passion. Since it was the last time, I was doing my best to get everything from him that I could and to give as much of me as possible in return. I licked and sucked his lip and rubbed his tongue with mine while my fingers explored his face and tugged on his hair. I'd started whimpering a little because as much of him as I got it didn't feel like it was going to be enough.
He put his arms around me and rolled us over, his hands rubbing all over my back, kneading my butt and stroking over the backs of my thighs. I pressed myself against him and licked down the soft skin of his neck. I was never going to forget the way that he tasted and he felt. I was going to remember this every time that my friends were out with their boyfriends and husbands, every time that they were talking about sex, every time that I was feeling alone.
"I can't wait anymore. I need you to get inside of me now."
"Yes, Akiko."
We rolled back over and he settled himself between my legs. "Look at me," he said. I looked up and saw his eyes staring into mine. They were full of burning emotions. He held my gaze as he slowly entered me with his man part. I couldn't stop whimpering and moaning. I could feel every centimeter of our bodies touching. My lady bits and insides felt like a battlefield after a long war, they had been abused for the past two days. Feeling him inside of me was a strong mix of pleasure and pain, feelings that radiated out to fill my whole body.
The two of us looked down to watch his man part move slowly in and out of me. The sight of our bodies connected for the last time was bittersweet. "Wait," I said. "One picture, just one." I reached to grab my phone off the nightstand and fumbled to take a picture of his shaft buried halfway in me. "Okay, okay," I said when I had finished and tossed the phone to the side. "Keep going and don't stop."
He began moving in and out of me, in a slow deep rhythm. We kissed and touched and held each other as pleasure and excitement slowly built up within us. When I had an orgasm, it was quieter and stronger than usual. I clung to him, holding on very tightly while my body moved on his part. He held me just as tightly, saying things like "yes, Akiko, yes...perfect." I lay back, trying to ignore the aftershocks that were making my body twitch to watch his face as he had his own orgasm. He held my gaze for as long as possible, until he had to close his eyes and let his pleasure take over him.
He lay on top of me. We both stayed very still, trying to keep his man part inside of me as long as possible. But it can never stay in forever. When it finally slipped out he moaned and rolled off of me.
"Okay," I said and sat up. "That was very good. That was great." I smiled down at him. It was true. It had been great. We'd had a great weekend but it was time for it to be over. It was best to be happy about it and businesslike. Not get all mushy and sad because it was over. "I'll shower when I get home. I should get going right away. It's late and we have work tomorrow."
"I'll walk you to the station."
"No. Don't. I think it's better if you stay here. Just stay on the bed while I get dressed and leave."
"Okay."
I gave him one last kiss before I left his apartment and went home.