It was hard to learn English. Because everywhere I went, more Japanese.’ Cities like London or New York can be like that, no matter what your natio...al origin. Before I could continue my line of questioning, she said, ‘My name is Rie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ Why was it a pleasure to meet me? I thought. It’s just an expression, I reminded myself, feeling about thirteen. ‘My name’s Dan. Good to meet you, too.’ A pleasure, actually, but I didn’t want to use too many adjectives, for fear. It was a slow rhythmic humping, different from the bouncing of the carriage, and once confirmed and acknowledged, he was doing it, my heart pounded and I responded, by just staying firm, not moving with his gentle thrust, giving him something to push against, while ignoring what he was doing.Of course at that stage he knew I could feel what he was doing, and better still, 'I was up for it', so he moved up a stage and felt my bum, using his fingertips in soft strokes, then his hand, tracing my. I wanted that thing in me again and I wantedit NOW! I pulled him to the bed and down on top of me.We didn’t make love that time. We didn’t even have sex.We MATED. He crawled up between my legs and in one longthrust he pinned me to the bed. I still wasn’t used tohis full length, but I remembered to relax thosemuscles and I felt his pubic bone slam against mine. Ifelt my insides move as he battered his way into mybelly. And then we rutted. I know I left stripes on his back with. He was subtle about it, or as subtle as a sixteen-year-old could be, but he let her know in no uncertain terms that she turned him on fiercely. When they were kissing, he would run his hands over her body, causing Samantha to whimper and moan as she responded to his touch. When he had a chance to get her alone, he went further, slipping his fingers under her shirt and touching her skin. The last few times he had gone further, pushing her bra up and over her breasts so he could touch and lick.