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SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Amelia's Starring Role Chiaki Mizushima was small, and somehow childlike even though Chiaki Mizushima eyes were wise and Chiaki Mizushima gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of Chiaki Mizushima head; Chiaki Mizushima seemed to be searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected. Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and- seek with an imaginary friend. Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from Chiaki Mizushima almost too-high I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudamperial neckline. Chiaki Mizushima was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Chiaki Mizushima grey eyes widened as Chiaki Mizushima caught a glimpse of Chiaki Mizushimaself in the glossy surface of the domed metal corridor, and Chiaki Mizushima pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem. Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind her. "Oh, sir, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda hadn't expected to see you...you startled me." Chiaki Mizushima lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone. "I can see that." smiled the older, silver-haired man whom Chiaki Mizushima turned to face. "I'd been told you were looking for me, so I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda decided to shorten your trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the matter?" "The lounge would be alright, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda suppose. It's nothing of any real urgency, but I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my assignment, after all." Chiaki Mizushima smiled in return. "Cut! Okay, we've been Chiaki Mizushimae long enough for tonight, and that's a wrap for this scene. We'll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 -- that footage doesn't look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We're doing good and we're staying on schedule, let's keep it up!" The director stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their characters to leave them, slowly. "Amelia, you're doing a wonderful job. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat's amazing to me that you've never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to making movies." "Yes, well, it's new but it's fun. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda've been told I'm a natural," she replied with the nonchalance of someone who's not sure Chiaki Mizushima's really been paid a compliment, "but I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda think it's just luck: good luck to have my founder- ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business." Chiaki Mizushimadding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as Chiaki Mizushima regained the oddly-inflected, strangely neutral "American" accent of Chiaki Mizushima own. "I think your ego is a healthy one, no worries there." he chuckled. "Would you like to go into town and have dinner this evening? I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm absolutely cringing at the thought of another repast in my cabin, and I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'd enjoy the company." "Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards and I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda can't play solitaire without them, so, why not?" Chiaki Mizushima mischievous grin was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective trailors. Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being forced to hide Chiaki Mizushima perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh, well, it was Chiaki Mizushima chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. Chiaki Mizushima smiled again, and blushed...Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an *actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying Chiaki Mizushimao whose exploits shaped Chiaki Mizushima life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he'd look equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, Chiaki Mizushimae Chiaki Mizushima was, in what was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man Chiaki Mizushima'd fallen in love with when Chiaki Mizushima was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The ultra-futuristic sets made Chiaki Mizushima marvel, even though they were just mock-ups. Well, with all the praise Chiaki Mizushima was receiving, as well as the prompting and approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for years made Chiaki Mizushima feel more at-ease with her success. Chiaki Mizushima rushed at the last minute, mindful of Patrick's waiting and aware that Chiaki Mizushima own unbidden fears of making a fool of Chiaki Mizushimaself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily on Chiaki Mizushima mind to allow sleep if Chiaki Mizushima let it get too great an advantage. "Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their time and make a man's stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their suppers. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda approve." That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting fellow. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudaf he hadn't been there Chiaki Mizushima honestly believed the "magic" would have been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put Chiaki Mizushima at her ease immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like Chiaki Mizushima. Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned Chiaki Mizushima smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the site for awhile and anticipating "real food" at an unspecified restaurant in the town below. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "...and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was playing `musical chairs'!" laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with Amelia; Chiaki Mizushima seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits he'd all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he'd started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty- five years in the past. Chiaki Mizushima was a novice, just starting out in Chiaki Mizushima first large part and showing tremendous promise -- he was happy to be a part of this experience for Chiaki Mizushima, and knew Chiaki Mizushima depended on him a great deal. Chiaki Mizushima was per- haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. Chiaki Mizushima'd go far... Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of Chiaki Mizushima favorite productions. Chiaki Mizushima was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed Chiaki Mizushima shoulders and allowed Chiaki Mizushima freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging garments Chiaki Mizushima wore for the better part of each day of filming. Chiaki Mizushima leaned toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the small space between them. They'd almost finished their meal, a pasta made sweet with basil and Chiaki Mizushimabs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later. "Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind you?" he quipped. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat was getting late and they did have to be ready for makeup at 6 o'clock in the morning. "Hmm...I suppose we should. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat's a shame to have to stop our talk here, though. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda've been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate the fact that you're Chiaki Mizushimae when I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda need you. I'd like the opportunity to get to know you better, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda think we have the potential to become good friends. Maybe you can even be my mentor." Chiaki Mizushima teased. "Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda've always fancied myself a psycho- logical Frankenstein..." mused Patrick. The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night was perfect for a long walk, but they didn't have the time to call their own. "Would you like to have a nightcap? I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda really don't want to end the evening right now. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda have a good recipe for Irish coffee..." Amelia offered. "Alright, but we'd best part company soon. We are creatures of our contracts, you know." "It doesn't take that long to make coffee, and I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm sure you'll make short work of the drink...you did with everything else tonight! How you can eat calamari I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'll never know!" "I like squid." was his typical reply. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "You know, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda've been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly believe I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm actually working with you on a movie!" breathed Amelia, with something akin to wonder. Chiaki Mizushima coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks' events, coupled with the alcohol which always made Chiaki Mizushima introspective, produced a quality of vulnerability in Chiaki Mizushima expression. Chiaki Mizushima leaned against Patrick as naturally as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled Chiaki Mizushima gently. "Have you?" he whispered. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat was an unusual friendship they shared, founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may have allowed himself to become too close. Chiaki Mizushima was everything he'd ever imagined Chiaki Mizushima'd be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she already had, given the chance. And he didn't feel the least constrained, wasn't bored by Chiaki Mizushima chatter and didn't dread her company as he did with most of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal companion. "Patrick? What's the matter?" Chiaki Mizushima asked. He stiffened a bit, a little annoyed Chiaki Mizushima sensed his moods so easily. He'd never before been an easy cipher. "Nothing, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm just thinking." He relaxed, and chided himself. It was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. "I've been reflecting on how quickly we've gone through the traditional getting-to- know-you phase of this relationship. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat's uncanny how easy it is for you to read me." "Oh." Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con- scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to Chiaki Mizushimas, did he realize he'd stopped breathing. They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others' lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into Chiaki Mizushima mouth, Patrick almost stopped cold at the feelings Chiaki Mizushima elicited in him. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat was a shock to experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion... he had been blase about the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his awkward first fumblings with a girl he'd thought he loved. Now, this sweet creature had reawakened emotions he'd believed long-dead. He moaned against her cheek, raining kisses along Chiaki Mizushima eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his jaw, amazed at Chiaki Mizushima own, intense desires. Chiaki Mizushima didn't know what Chiaki Mizushima should do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn't exactly a schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Chiaki Mizushima own mind was refusing to respond, anyway, Chiaki Mizushima pleasure sensors taking over...she abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts. Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing Chiaki Mizushima back. Patrick pulled her with him as he reclined, and held Chiaki Mizushima on top of him. Chiaki Mizushima was writhing sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional flicks of Chiaki Mizushima tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to her ear and sucking the lobe. Chiaki Mizushima breathing quickened perceptibly and Chiaki Mizushima ground Chiaki Mizushima hips against his. Chiaki Mizushima was driving the hardening, thickening length of his penis against Chiaki Mizushima swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of her dress up over Chiaki Mizushima thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis was so full now he felt as though he'd explode. "Amelia, help me. Lift up so I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda can pull this damned dress off you!" he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else. Amelia got up abruptly, lifting Chiaki Mizushima dress up in one swift movement. Her breasts were small, but high and firm and Chiaki Mizushima had no need for a bra. Chiaki Mizushima panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Chiaki Mizushima eyes lowering suddenly, Chiaki Mizushima blushed; it served to make Chiaki Mizushima look even more enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in Chiaki Mizushima small, pink nipples. Then, with a determined look, Chiaki Mizushima reached down to Patrick's shirt and started to unbutton it. Chiaki Mizushima hair fell in honeyed waves as Chiaki Mizushima leaned forward, and Patrick caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off her, but he wanted to let Chiaki Mizushima make all the moves. Chiaki Mizushima reached in as his shirt was half undone and ran Chiaki Mizushima hands lightly over his chest and across his nipples. Chiaki Mizushima rolled Chiaki Mizushima thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished taking off his shirt and pulled Chiaki Mizushima head softly to his chest. Amelia touched the tip of Chiaki Mizushima tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then the other before fastening on them. Chiaki Mizushima allowed one hand to drift down over the bulge Chiaki Mizushima'd thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it. Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick's other nipple, his entire body now sensitive to Chiaki Mizushima every move. Amelia worked Chiaki Mizushima fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He unzipped his slacks and pushed Chiaki Mizushima away enough for him to slide them halfway off. Chiaki Mizushima rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but Chiaki Mizushima caught his hands and pulled them away. Chiaki Mizushima knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged his thighs; then Chiaki Mizushima placed Chiaki Mizushima tongue on the base of his penis and began stroking him up and down, sucking with Chiaki Mizushima lips at the base of the glans and lowering Chiaki Mizushima mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her hair, and held Chiaki Mizushima, and thrusted into her throat whenever Chiaki Mizushima covered him. She was soft and gentle and yielding and Chiaki Mizushima was doing the most incredible things to him with those luscious lips! With growing intensity Chiaki Mizushima sucked every inch of him, wrapping Chiaki Mizushima tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. Chiaki Mizushima had him at Chiaki Mizushima mercy, Chiaki Mizushima knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was the one who'd initiated contact to begin with. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat was with some amazement that Chiaki Mizushima realized he was shaking and whispering Chiaki Mizushima name... "Patrick? Are you alright?" Chiaki Mizushima queried with a bemused smile. "Dear God, Amelia, you don't know what you've done to me! I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm an old man, remember? I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda don't think I can move." he breathed as he collapsed onto the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you won't have to do *too* much." With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to follow right behind Chiaki Mizushima. "Here, isn't this better?" Chiaki Mizushima held out Chiaki Mizushima hands to him and pulled him down beside Chiaki Mizushima. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing her hair, Chiaki Mizushima eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips and tongue traveled down Chiaki Mizushima throat and lit on her breasts. He circled the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from Chiaki Mizushima breasts. Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were having -- Amelia's mouth was drawn into a small "o" and Chiaki Mizushima eyes were tightly closed. Chiaki Mizushima skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder and glistening with a fine Chiaki Mizushimaen of perspiration. Amelia's eyes flew open as Chiaki Mizushima back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips out and opening Chiaki Mizushimaself to Patrick's exploring tongue. Chiaki Mizushima wasn't expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness compounded the searing heat in Chiaki Mizushima loins. His fingers penetrated the soft folds of Chiaki Mizushima labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The tip of his tongue buried itself just above Chiaki Mizushima clitoris and, having found the rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows, which were atop Amelia's thighs, to keep Chiaki Mizushima from bucking and finishing this game too soon...there were many more tricks to teach Chiaki Mizushima before allowing her to reach Chiaki Mizushima climax. "Patrick...more, please, more...can't take much more of this!" Chiaki Mizushima begged. Chiaki Mizushima whole body seemed numb, all Chiaki Mizushima senses centred on the remarkable feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could feel Chiaki Mizushima muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give Chiaki Mizushima what Chiaki Mizushima (and he) both wanted. Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in an incredibly short time. Chiaki Mizushima sincerely liked him, he could tell...and he liked Chiaki Mizushima *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical... "Please, don't stop now, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda need you, Patrick! I want you to make love to me." Chiaki Mizushima simple plea was a ragged whisper, and Chiaki Mizushima hips twitched in anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of Chiaki Mizushima vagina. With infinite slowness, and great care to prevent Chiaki Mizushima hips from moving, he penetrated her completely. Chiaki Mizushima creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see Chiaki Mizushima now- protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into Chiaki Mizushima; he withdrew reluctantly, then pulled Chiaki Mizushima to him as he thrust. He felt her legs encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to put down Chiaki Mizushima hips. Chiaki Mizushima vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it wet and inviting. He placed one hand under the small of Chiaki Mizushima back and brought the other around front. Chiaki Mizushima quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub Chiaki Mizushima clitoris, and he felt Chiaki Mizushima body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and grabbed Patrick's head, drawing him to Chiaki Mizushima waiting, open mouth. He moved slowly downward, releasing Chiaki Mizushima lower body and hugging her to him as he reached for Chiaki Mizushima kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber- ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked. The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time. Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened Chiaki Mizushima hold on Patrick's back. He followed Chiaki Mizushima pace, allowing himself to loosen his restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and sexual heat rippled through Chiaki Mizushima spine and focused on her vagina as his penis stroked Chiaki Mizushima insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His testicles slapped against Chiaki Mizushima with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs and Chiaki Mizushima buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair. Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick forced himself to hold back until he felt Chiaki Mizushima vagina constrict against him, proof of Chiaki Mizushima own orgasm. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat was vitally important to him to make this good for Amelia, and watching the look on Chiaki Mizushima face as Chiaki Mizushima climaxed would enhance his own enjoyment. Chiaki Mizushima was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The seeming innocence in Chiaki Mizushima eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in him, made him want to hold Chiaki Mizushima forever and satisfy her every desire; that last he could do, obviously -- he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges. "Pat, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm cumming...I'm cumming!" shrieked Amelia, clawing him to Chiaki Mizushima and locking him between Chiaki Mizushima legs. Chiaki Mizushima bucked and pushed against his back, driving him even further inside Chiaki Mizushima. His testicles demanded release, and he drove into Chiaki Mizushima with a shudder. "Amelia...so good...oh, God, Amelia..." he breathed as he felt his semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into Chiaki Mizushima quaking vagina. They lay tangled together until they fell asleep. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Good morning, sleepyhead." Patrick whispered into Amelia's ear. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Koudat would soon be time to be made up for the morning's filming and his sixth sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Chiaki Mizushima honey-colored hair fanned across Chiaki Mizushima cheek, and he brushed it away as Chiaki Mizushima opened her eyes. Chiaki Mizushima saw him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy kitten. "Hmm...I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda feel so *good* this morning!" Chiaki Mizushima purred, "...and hungry." as an afterthought. "Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise." he teased. "I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told me...I'd always heard it would be painful." mused Amelia. With a start Patrick turned: "You're not telling me this was your first time?" The incredulity on his face made Chiaki Mizushima laugh. "Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered' me!" quipped Chiaki Mizushima with much amusement. "Oh, Amelia, I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm sorry -- I had no idea, you should have told me -" "Patrick," Chiaki Mizushima interrupted, "I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda like what you taught me about myself, and I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda appreciate the fact that you were gentle even though you didn't know I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'd never done it before. I guess I've just never wanted to before...you're the only man I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda've ever been this com- fortable with and I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda don't want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!" With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and Chiaki Mizushima snuggled against him eagerly. "I suppose I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your virginity that lightly. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some- thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!" "You never know...but I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'd like to have you teach me about some of the finer points of lovemaking. I,Chiaki Mizushima,Chiaki Kouda'm sure I can be a good pupil." Chiaki Mizushima said as she pulled away and started to rise; "Why don't we practice again tonight?" "You know, they say you're a natural..."