Re: Meet the Hakamichis –A USM Summer Series Updated 7/21
Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 10:36 am
Do you wanna learn some signing~?
Are you tired of this reference~?
Okay, bye~…
I still prefer Tangled. Huh? Oh, right. Chapter. Oh the second half of this chapter has some minor explicit content, because I'm a lying liar who lies.
Previous Chapter
Chapter Six: Language Barriers
Tuesday afternoon, Lynda was once again out in the gardens, once again under the shade of the cherry tree. Instead of lying on the concrete bench, she was sitting, poring over a book on intermediate Japanese Sign Language. Next to her on the bench was an extremely bulky Japanese to English dictionary, along with her laptop and phone, both of which were open to dictionaries and web videos of sign language.
Lynda sighed and looked up from the book in her lap. Glancing at her laptop, she looked at the time and sighed again; her tutoring session would be starting soon. As she shut down her laptop and started organizing her impromptu study room, she started feeling like she was being watched.
“Hideaki,” Lynda called, “I know you’re out there. I can smell the Lemon Pledge.”
“I was cleaning the tool shed,” Hideaki called back.
Lynda looked around, but the young man was nowhere in sight, “Where are you?”
“I am everywhere and nowhere,” he replied.
Lynda sighed, “Hideaki, I’m not really in the mood for this.”
Hideaki appeared from behind a neatly trimmed hedge, “You okay?”
Aware that he seemed to ask her that a lot, and that she wasn’t being a very polite guest, Lynda sighed and rubbed her forehead, “Yeah. Sorry for snapping at you, it’s just… never mind.”
Hideaki shrugged, “If you say so. If you’re sure you’re okay, I’m gonna go to the convenience store and grab some pizza rolls.”
Lynda smirked, “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little overwhelmed mentally right now.”
Hideaki glanced at the books and electronic devices surrounding her, “Understandable. Looks like a lot of work.”
Lynda nodded, “Yeah, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
“That’s good. Well, good luck, see you at dinner, possibly before.”
“’Bye. Oh, did you find that… package, behind the ice?”
Hideaki nodded, “I did. I’ll have to thank that anonymous benefactor, if I ever meet them.”
Lynda winked and watched as Hideaki wandered back inside, smirking the entire way. With the hour of reckoning approaching, Lynda continued to sort her plethora of books and electronics, sorting and stacking them under the bench for safe keeping.
A few minutes later Hisao and Misha arrived, each one holding several books of their own. Misha sat down next to Lynda on the now cleared bench. Hisao preferred to stand, taking a position a few paces in front of Lynda.
“Ready to start?” Hisao asked.
Lynda nodded, and the three dove in.
By the time they had wrapped up for the day, Lynda was mentally exhausted –not helped because Hisao refused to speak in English- with sore wrists. She was pleased with her progress, however; Misha and Hisao had both complimented her skills throughout the tutoring session.
When they had finished, Lynda sighed and sat on Misha’s lap, closing her eyes and groaning.
“I’m having Cyrillic flashbacks from all this,” she muttered.
“Still, you did great work,” Misha declared.
Hisao nodded, “I agree, both your JSL and Japanese.”
Lynda opened one eye and turned her head toward Hisao, “You two planned that whole language shtick, didn’t you?”
“It was my idea~!” Misha declared.
Lynda looked up with the one eye, “I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for your future students, or glad to know they’re in excellent hands.”
“Same here,” Hisao remarked, “Since we’re done for the day, I’m gonna go take Shizune into town for dinner. Hideaki’ll fix something up for you guys.”
“See you in a while~,” Misha said.
Hisao nodded, made sure he had his books, and headed back inside.
“We should give Hideaki the night off,” Lynda mused, closing her open eye, “Maybe just eat some leftovers or something.”
“I’ll see what I can stir up,” Misha said, “How do you feel?”
Lynda shuffled a bit to be more comfortable on her thigh pillow before replying, “Like someone turned my brain into a margarita mixer.”
“Are your wrists okay?”
“They’re a little sore.”
Misha gently took one of Lynda’s hands into her own and started gently massaging the wrist, carefully rubbing along the joints and tendons.
“Sorry about that,” Misha said, “Hisao said we shouldn’t go for so long, but I wanted you to get in a good amount of tutoring while you had the chance.”
“It’s cool,” Lynda stated, “Especially if you decided to go lower with those fingers.”
Misha smirked for a moment, but it didn’t last as she worked on Lynda’s wrist. When she moved to the other one, she asked, “You’re on a low, aren’t you?”
Lynda sighed, “You noticed?”
“Mmhm~,” Misha replied, “When did it start?”
“Early last week.”
“I’m sorry,” Misha stated.
Lynda shrugged, “Not like we coulda rescheduled or anything. Besides, I’m fine –that’s what the meds are for, remember?”
“But you hate them.”
“I don’t hate the meds, I used to hate how they made me feel when I was hypomanic. Unfortunately, being off-kilter for weeks at a time isn’t very healthy, and, funnily enough, trying to self-medicate my depressive episodes with sex and booze turned out to be a bad idea.”
“So… you’re okay?”
Lynda nodded, “Stability has its price, and it’s better now that I keep at it regularly, anyway.”
Misha nodded, even though Lynda’s eyes were still closed, “So you’re enjoying our time here?”
Lynda nodded again, “Shizune and Hisao are good people, and Hideaki’s a decent kid and a good cook. I do wonder what Mr. Hakamichi does, to have such weird hours.”
“Some sort of consultancy work,” Misha replied.
Having finished with the other wrist, Misha gently kissed it and set it to rest on Lynda’s lap. When she had, Lynda opened both eyes and locked them on Misha’s own.
“I was serious about moving your hands lower,” she stated, “It’s just the two of us here; everyone else is out. Please?”
Misha spent a couple moments looking around her, but the two were alone, everyone else off on their own errands and tasks. Looking down at her tired, worn partner, Misha smiled, nodded, and carefully covered Lynda’s mouth with her right hand. No sense taking chances, after all.
Misha placed her other hand under the hem of Lynda’s dress and panties. She spent some time gently warming Lynda up. Lynda closed her eyes and gave an occasional, quiet moan as Misha’s efforts quickly did their job. Lynda tried her best to move as little as possible, clenching her fists and keeping her legs locked straight. Though this gave Misha less room to work with, it also kept either of them from possibly rolling off the bench.
When Lynda’s quiet moaning became less quiet and more like pleading mewling, Misha adjusted her hand to bring Lynda to climax. Already lubricated from her efforts, it was relatively easy for Misha to focus on Lynda’s clitoris, gently building her up for release. As she got closer, Lynda’s body tensed, her knuckles white as she kept her fists clenched, while she fought as hard as she could to keep from moaning louder, or biting Misha’s hand.
Misha’s own body was reacting to her efforts, but she ignored it as she inserted two fingers into Lynda, earning her a muted moan. Once Misha started working her fingers in conjunction with her thumb-work, it didn’t take long for Lynda to come to a climax. Her body tensed and arched in release. While Misha gently brought her down from her orgasm, Lynda’s body slowly relaxed, shuddering a few times as Lynda gave a contented, muted sigh. When Misha was finished, she removed her fingers from Lynda, licking them clean and wiping them on the inside of Lynda’s thigh.
When Misha removed her hand from Lynda’s mouth, Lynda opened her eyes, a contented smile lighting her worn, but now relaxed, features.
Misha looked down at Lynda, who looked more relaxed than she had seemed all day, and asked, “Better~?”
Lynda nodded, “Very. Thank you. I owe you one.”
Misha returned Lynda’s smile, “Any time. Go clean up; I’ll make something for dinner.”
“And after dinner, I pay you back?”
“Sounds like a plan… although~…”
Lynda raised an eyebrow, “What?”
Misha’s smile formed into an eager grin as she replied, “I wouldn’t mind playing a rematch with Shicchan and Hicchan~.”
Lynda chuckled and stated, “I don’t see why we can’t do both.”
“Good point,” Misha said, nodding to herself as the plan for the evening took shape, “I’ll text Shicchan to set it up while I cook, okay~?”
“Sounds good to me,” Lynda reached up with one and gently stroked the side of Misha’s face, “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Misha returned, leaning down and gently kissing Lynda on the forehead.
Once Misha straightened up,” Lynda hefted herself up, gave Misha a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed her stuff from under the bench, and headed back into the house.
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Next Chapter
…I regret nothing.
Anti-psychotic meds are rarely completely effective, usually have annoying side-effects, and don’t interact well with alcohol.
It didn’t help that until she and Misha became serious that Lynda’s usage was rather sporadic.
Are you tired of this reference~?
Okay, bye~…
I still prefer Tangled. Huh? Oh, right. Chapter. Oh the second half of this chapter has some minor explicit content, because I'm a lying liar who lies.
Previous Chapter
Chapter Six: Language Barriers
Tuesday afternoon, Lynda was once again out in the gardens, once again under the shade of the cherry tree. Instead of lying on the concrete bench, she was sitting, poring over a book on intermediate Japanese Sign Language. Next to her on the bench was an extremely bulky Japanese to English dictionary, along with her laptop and phone, both of which were open to dictionaries and web videos of sign language.
Lynda sighed and looked up from the book in her lap. Glancing at her laptop, she looked at the time and sighed again; her tutoring session would be starting soon. As she shut down her laptop and started organizing her impromptu study room, she started feeling like she was being watched.
“Hideaki,” Lynda called, “I know you’re out there. I can smell the Lemon Pledge.”
“I was cleaning the tool shed,” Hideaki called back.
Lynda looked around, but the young man was nowhere in sight, “Where are you?”
“I am everywhere and nowhere,” he replied.
Lynda sighed, “Hideaki, I’m not really in the mood for this.”
Hideaki appeared from behind a neatly trimmed hedge, “You okay?”
Aware that he seemed to ask her that a lot, and that she wasn’t being a very polite guest, Lynda sighed and rubbed her forehead, “Yeah. Sorry for snapping at you, it’s just… never mind.”
Hideaki shrugged, “If you say so. If you’re sure you’re okay, I’m gonna go to the convenience store and grab some pizza rolls.”
Lynda smirked, “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little overwhelmed mentally right now.”
Hideaki glanced at the books and electronic devices surrounding her, “Understandable. Looks like a lot of work.”
Lynda nodded, “Yeah, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
“That’s good. Well, good luck, see you at dinner, possibly before.”
“’Bye. Oh, did you find that… package, behind the ice?”
Hideaki nodded, “I did. I’ll have to thank that anonymous benefactor, if I ever meet them.”
Lynda winked and watched as Hideaki wandered back inside, smirking the entire way. With the hour of reckoning approaching, Lynda continued to sort her plethora of books and electronics, sorting and stacking them under the bench for safe keeping.
A few minutes later Hisao and Misha arrived, each one holding several books of their own. Misha sat down next to Lynda on the now cleared bench. Hisao preferred to stand, taking a position a few paces in front of Lynda.
“Ready to start?” Hisao asked.
Lynda nodded, and the three dove in.
By the time they had wrapped up for the day, Lynda was mentally exhausted –not helped because Hisao refused to speak in English- with sore wrists. She was pleased with her progress, however; Misha and Hisao had both complimented her skills throughout the tutoring session.
When they had finished, Lynda sighed and sat on Misha’s lap, closing her eyes and groaning.
“I’m having Cyrillic flashbacks from all this,” she muttered.
“Still, you did great work,” Misha declared.
Hisao nodded, “I agree, both your JSL and Japanese.”
Lynda opened one eye and turned her head toward Hisao, “You two planned that whole language shtick, didn’t you?”
“It was my idea~!” Misha declared.
Lynda looked up with the one eye, “I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for your future students, or glad to know they’re in excellent hands.”
“Same here,” Hisao remarked, “Since we’re done for the day, I’m gonna go take Shizune into town for dinner. Hideaki’ll fix something up for you guys.”
“See you in a while~,” Misha said.
Hisao nodded, made sure he had his books, and headed back inside.
“We should give Hideaki the night off,” Lynda mused, closing her open eye, “Maybe just eat some leftovers or something.”
“I’ll see what I can stir up,” Misha said, “How do you feel?”
Lynda shuffled a bit to be more comfortable on her thigh pillow before replying, “Like someone turned my brain into a margarita mixer.”
“Are your wrists okay?”
“They’re a little sore.”
Misha gently took one of Lynda’s hands into her own and started gently massaging the wrist, carefully rubbing along the joints and tendons.
“Sorry about that,” Misha said, “Hisao said we shouldn’t go for so long, but I wanted you to get in a good amount of tutoring while you had the chance.”
“It’s cool,” Lynda stated, “Especially if you decided to go lower with those fingers.”
Misha smirked for a moment, but it didn’t last as she worked on Lynda’s wrist. When she moved to the other one, she asked, “You’re on a low, aren’t you?”
Lynda sighed, “You noticed?”
“Mmhm~,” Misha replied, “When did it start?”
“Early last week.”
“I’m sorry,” Misha stated.
Lynda shrugged, “Not like we coulda rescheduled or anything. Besides, I’m fine –that’s what the meds are for, remember?”
“But you hate them.”
“I don’t hate the meds, I used to hate how they made me feel when I was hypomanic. Unfortunately, being off-kilter for weeks at a time isn’t very healthy, and, funnily enough, trying to self-medicate my depressive episodes with sex and booze turned out to be a bad idea.”
“So… you’re okay?”
Lynda nodded, “Stability has its price, and it’s better now that I keep at it regularly, anyway.”
Misha nodded, even though Lynda’s eyes were still closed, “So you’re enjoying our time here?”
Lynda nodded again, “Shizune and Hisao are good people, and Hideaki’s a decent kid and a good cook. I do wonder what Mr. Hakamichi does, to have such weird hours.”
“Some sort of consultancy work,” Misha replied.
Having finished with the other wrist, Misha gently kissed it and set it to rest on Lynda’s lap. When she had, Lynda opened both eyes and locked them on Misha’s own.
“I was serious about moving your hands lower,” she stated, “It’s just the two of us here; everyone else is out. Please?”
Misha spent a couple moments looking around her, but the two were alone, everyone else off on their own errands and tasks. Looking down at her tired, worn partner, Misha smiled, nodded, and carefully covered Lynda’s mouth with her right hand. No sense taking chances, after all.
Misha placed her other hand under the hem of Lynda’s dress and panties. She spent some time gently warming Lynda up. Lynda closed her eyes and gave an occasional, quiet moan as Misha’s efforts quickly did their job. Lynda tried her best to move as little as possible, clenching her fists and keeping her legs locked straight. Though this gave Misha less room to work with, it also kept either of them from possibly rolling off the bench.
When Lynda’s quiet moaning became less quiet and more like pleading mewling, Misha adjusted her hand to bring Lynda to climax. Already lubricated from her efforts, it was relatively easy for Misha to focus on Lynda’s clitoris, gently building her up for release. As she got closer, Lynda’s body tensed, her knuckles white as she kept her fists clenched, while she fought as hard as she could to keep from moaning louder, or biting Misha’s hand.
Misha’s own body was reacting to her efforts, but she ignored it as she inserted two fingers into Lynda, earning her a muted moan. Once Misha started working her fingers in conjunction with her thumb-work, it didn’t take long for Lynda to come to a climax. Her body tensed and arched in release. While Misha gently brought her down from her orgasm, Lynda’s body slowly relaxed, shuddering a few times as Lynda gave a contented, muted sigh. When Misha was finished, she removed her fingers from Lynda, licking them clean and wiping them on the inside of Lynda’s thigh.
When Misha removed her hand from Lynda’s mouth, Lynda opened her eyes, a contented smile lighting her worn, but now relaxed, features.
Misha looked down at Lynda, who looked more relaxed than she had seemed all day, and asked, “Better~?”
Lynda nodded, “Very. Thank you. I owe you one.”
Misha returned Lynda’s smile, “Any time. Go clean up; I’ll make something for dinner.”
“And after dinner, I pay you back?”
“Sounds like a plan… although~…”
Lynda raised an eyebrow, “What?”
Misha’s smile formed into an eager grin as she replied, “I wouldn’t mind playing a rematch with Shicchan and Hicchan~.”
Lynda chuckled and stated, “I don’t see why we can’t do both.”
“Good point,” Misha said, nodding to herself as the plan for the evening took shape, “I’ll text Shicchan to set it up while I cook, okay~?”
“Sounds good to me,” Lynda reached up with one and gently stroked the side of Misha’s face, “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Misha returned, leaning down and gently kissing Lynda on the forehead.
Once Misha straightened up,” Lynda hefted herself up, gave Misha a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed her stuff from under the bench, and headed back into the house.
+++
Next Chapter
…I regret nothing.
Anti-psychotic meds are rarely completely effective, usually have annoying side-effects, and don’t interact well with alcohol.
It didn’t help that until she and Misha became serious that Lynda’s usage was rather sporadic.