This is one of about a dozen short vignettes that I wrote some 18 months ago in conjunction with the talented and lovable /u/saltedfish, whose long-term friendship and partnership has helped make me a better writer in every sense of the word. These are early stories, written based on image prompts and posted here with only minor editing for pacing or grammatical purposes. Please enjoy.

”Have you seen the Gaijin?” Miko asked curiously, her soft, brown eyes wide with wonderment. She was a sweet girl, and Aika couldn't help but smile at her friend's blatant interest in the newcomer.

”Hai. He's staying with us for a few days. Dad says he's going out to see the rice fields tomorrow.”

”Why the rice fields? What would he care about agriculture? I thought he was a tourist.”

Aika shrugged. ”He's curious. Stop being so obsessed, girl. If you want him to be interested in you, just play it cool and aloof. Like me.”

Miko blinked and scooted a bit closer to her friend, looking up at the raven-haired girl with obvious excitement. ”You think so?”

”Uh-huh. Trust me. Gaijin guys love it when you play the aloof beauty. Makes you all exotic to them.” She laughed and got to her feet while Miko looked doubtfully up at her.

”Aika?” Miko's voice was thin, then way it was when she was afraid of being thought rude. ”How many western guys have you been with?”

”What? Don't ask me that.” Aika licked her lips nervously and stepped over to the door. The school was empty and silent except for the two of them. ”You're embarrassing yourself. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow.”

Quickly, she shut the door behind her and inhaled sharply before rushing down the corridor and into the warm sunlight. In the classroom, Miko looked down with shame etched on every inch of her face. She hated being chastised like that.

Dinner was more lavish than usual, but Aika barely ate. Her eyes kept darting to the tanned, handsome boy sitting across from her father. The boy, Simon, spoke enough Japanese to get by, but it was his laughter that carried him effortlessly through his travels and into people's homes. He praised their food with broken sentences and huge smiles, and more than once he let his eyes linger on Aika's face, the lips curling upward every time he caught her staring back. Aika's father was clearly feeling the pride of having secured the traveling gaijin's patronage, a prestige that Aika knew that most of the men in the village had fought over, and now he was lavishing sake and food on Simon as if he were the Emperor himself. Simon was polite enough not to refuse his host's gestures, but clearly smart enough to not indulge, or Aika suspected he would have passed out from sake already. With the meal finally done, Aika excused herself to her room and shut the door silently behind her. Her cheeks were red, and they must have been throughout the meal. Simon was not necessarily handsome like the boys in school, but he was so different, and that made him practically irresistible to her. Bending down by the window, she closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

The door opened quietly behind her, but she did not turn around. Paralyzed, she heard the door shut again, then footsteps towards the bed where she was lying flat on her stomach.

”Aika?” His voice was hesitant, and he addressed her in the most polite manner he knew how. She quivered, but could not think of anything to say.

”Do you want me to leave?”

She fought off a sudden wave of nausea and nervousness, and finally found the voice to speak.

”No.”

”Oh. Good.”

She heard the springs of the bed creak under his weight, then felt a hand on her calf. It was warm, rugged. They were both quiet for a while, and Aika began to worry that he might be getting bored. Then he muttered:

”You are very pretty.”

His hand roamed up and found the back of her knee, caressing her skin. Hesitantly, she parted her legs slightly, and felt his hand creep up a few inches until it rested just below the hem of her skirt.

”I've seen you looking at me.” His voice was soft, quiet. ”I like to look at you, too.”

She might have laughed at his poor grammar, but the sensation of his hand silenced her. Instead, she gathered all her courage and spread her legs wider, until she was sure that he could see the white of her panties beneath the skirt. She heard his breathing grow heavier, and then his hand slid up to tug at her underwear. Quietly, obediently, she raised her lower body until the constricting garment came off, and she heard it land on the floor with a soft thump as he discarded it.

”You are very pretty,” he repeated, and his hand came up to push aside the skirt until she was exposed, and her legs spread open to reveal her nubile sex. A hand found her cheek, then trailed down to brush gently against the folds. She shivered as he ran a fingertip teasingly up across her pucker, but nothing more came of it. Soon, his hands pushed her legs further apart, and she felt something wide and hard probe against her pussy. Aika had no idea how wet she was, but when he pushed into her she felt no pain, just the telltale sensation of being filled out that she had so often longed for. Simon placed a hand on the small of her back and steadied himself as he began to slowly thrust himself into her. Slowly, the rhythm began to build, but Aika could tell that he was holding back, apparently unwilling to commit his full strength to fucking her. At the same time, it was difficult to stifle her own moans, as the foreigner's manhood pushed her open in long, deliberate thrusts. Through the slightly open window she could hear the singing of birds, a car passing by, and then the sound of voices, her mother and father discussing something. Aika was suddenly terrified of making any sound at all, but Simon did not stop or slow down, but simply kept rolling his hips at a steady pace while his hands caressed the curve of her butt and the shape of her thighs.

It did not last as long as Aika had hoped. From the manga she had read and what the other girls at school said, she was supposed to have felt something absolutely wonderful, the elusive orgasm that she had never experienced yet. But instead of the blissful peak, Aika felt Simon's thrusts grow quicker and more shallow, and his breath caught in his throat as he spasmed inside her. After a while, he stopped moving, and then withdrew from her. She could feel something warm and wet run down her lips, and realized that it was over. The sound of a zipper reached her ears, then cautious footsteps and the door opening and closing.

Out in the hallway, Simon checked his phone and grinned. The girl had been perfectly still the entire time, and if it hadn't been for the fact that she was clearly a virgin, he would have probably tried to play with that tight little asshole of hers before filling her cunt with his cream. Still, the recording showed perfectly his cock, massive compared to her tiny Japanese frame, pulling out and the way her pussy gushed with his cum. He replayed it again before hurriedly tugging it away as footsteps approached.

”Ah, Simon my friend! I have someone you should meet!”

Aika's father beamed and bowed as another girl, maybe a year Aika's junior, stepped up to him and courtseyed.

”I am Miko,” she said with her eyes lowered bashfully. Simon smiled as he saw her blush under his gaze, and he gripped the phone tightly in his pocket.

”I'm Simon,” he said with a soft bow. ”It is a pleasure to meet you..!”