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"Meri, you're not gonna believe this!" Renko declared first thing as she stormed into their dorm room.
Maribel took a deep breath, "Please, if it's about that cutout at the 7/11 again..."
"It is!"
"Why do you keep bringing it up? You know that I can't do anything about it!"
"It's a scandal. It's public indecency! And they put it right next to the chocolate aisle where I have to see it!"
"Renko, noone's forcing you to go there..."
"What if there are children?"
"I'm sure it can't be that bad..."
"Oh, yeah!? Not so bad!? What would you call this?" Renko fumbled through her pocket and pulled out her phone, scrolled through her gallery to find the picture and held it in front of Maribel's face.
"Look at this! Do you think this is acceptable in public?"
"Renko, if you hate it so much, why did you take a picture of it?"
"Look at it! What do you see?"
"Well, I guess there's a cutout, of a little anime-girl, and she's licking an ice-cream cone, and ugh, the way she's dressed, I guess she would get cold if she went outside right now..."
"That's certainly one way to put it! And you think this is acceptable?"
"I'm happiest when I don't think about it at all."
"It's sexualizing children. How can you not care about this?"
"I just think that, ugh, Japanese people probably view this differently than how a Westerner would..."
"That's nonsense! We are all humans, we're all the same. Sexualizing children is unacceptable, no matter what culture you're from!"
"Yeah, I guess so..."
"Meri, this is serious. Look at this!"
Renko forced the phone into Maribel's hands.
"I agree with you, Renko, really. But what do you expect me to do about this?"
"Look at this! This is a scandal!"
"Oh, yes, you're right, wow, how terrible, oh the humanity..."
Maribel unenthusiastically swiped on the touchscreen while trying to think of a way to change the topic.
Suddenly, Maribel accidentally swiped to the next image in Renko's gallery, which was titled "Blonde_Goddess_33.jpg".
"Huh, what's this?"
Seeing what had happened, Renko tried to rip her phone back from Maribel's hand, but unfortunately Maribel was bigger and stronger than her.
"Meri, give it back! This is private!"
"I'm keeping this," Maribel said as she held Renko down with one arm, while swiping through the "private" gallery with her free hand, "Why do you have this on your phone, Renko?"
"It's for a uni project! It's not what it looks like!"
"Look, Renko, these girls must be freezing if they're wearing so little." Maribel sarcastically commented on the pictures as she swiped through Renko's gallery, "And why do they all look like me?"
"Renko's face was as red as her tie1 "Meri, give it back! This isn't funny!"
"Maybe not to you, but I think this is pretty interesting..."
Renko desperately tried to get her phone back, but Maribel had already finished swiping through the "Blonde_Goddess"-gallery. Now she had reached a picture called "I_need_it!5.jpg" that showed a tall blonde woman (remedially dressed) pinning down a petite Japanese girl (completely naked) on a large, white bed.
"Hah, I bet I could do this to you!" Maribel teased.
"Meri, please, I can explain! These aren't mine!"
Finally, Maribel's heart softened.
"Here, Renko, you can have it back," she said, "it seems that you 'need it' very badly."
"Meri! It's not what it looks like! I can explain!"
"Go ahead, Renko-chan, I'm all ears."
"Don't call me that! This is not a joke!"
"Maybe not to you, but I find this entire situation quite exhilarating..."
"Meri, please let me speak. I'm trying to explain everything to you. The things that you just saw are not what they look like. It's actually very different from what you may think now. But if you keep interrupting me, then I can't explain the truth to you. So please, Meri, let me explain these images, because they are not at all what they seem like, and the real explanation is actually much deeper, but you have to let me speak, otherwise I can't explain it to you."
"Are you eichenwalding me, Renko?
"Meri, I'm just trying to answer the question, but you're not letting me speak. How am I supposed to answer the question if you don't let me speak?"
"Renko, come, sit down on the bed with me." Maribel took her friend by the hand, "I know what's going on."
"Eh, Meri, what do you think? I swear, I'm not weird..."
"Relax, Renko, I know that these aren't your pictures. It's all just an innocent mistake."
"Eh, what, Meri? What do you mean."
"Well, isn't it obvious? You accidentally swapped phones with someone else, but you didn't notice it until now. That's why there are these weird pictures on your phone. They belong to someone else. Probably some repressed Japanese girl who's obsessed with Western blonde girls."
"Eh, yes, you're right, Meri, that's what I wanted to say too. This isn't my phone, I must have accidentally taken it from a classmate. I better go now to give it back. To whomever it really belongs..."
"I'll come with you. To help you look for her."
"Wha- what? You don't have to. This was my mistake. I should take care of it myself..."
"Don't be silly, Renko. I really want to meet the girl that downloaded all of these pictures."
"Eh, Meri, are you sure? Don't you think that she, or whatever that person's gender is, must be really weird?"
"Weird, sure. But it looks like I'm exactly her type. Wouldn't it be exciting to meet someone who is obsessed with you? Maybe it's a cute Japanese girl."
"A cute Japanese girl?"
"Someone like you, Renko. You are pretty cute."
Renko blushed.
"But Meri, if you met her, and she was so obsessed with you and your beauty and, ehm, wouldn't it bother you if a girl, ugh, liked you, like that...?"
"Not if it's a cute Japanese girl! I want to hear her praise me with that cute accent, and go shopping with her, and let her massage me. Maybe she even has a submissive streak. I've always wanted to have my personal maid. Wouldn't that be so cute, Renko? Me, the Western lady, and my little Japanese servant. Sounds like great fun, doesn't it?"
"Uhm, I think there might be some girls who would enjoy it very much to be your, eh, maid."
"Really, Renko? You think so? Could it be that I am talking to such a girl right now?"
Renko lowered her gaze. "But Meri, you are so pretty. Wouldn't you feel that Japanese girls are beneath you? They're so small and plain." She shifted around uncomfortably.
"Renko, look at me," Maribel gently lifted up Renko's chin and made her look directly into her deep amber2 eyes. "I. Love. Japanese. Girls."
Then she kissed her.
"Meri, I, eh... I think there's something I should tell you, ehm, about those pictures on my phone..."
"I think I've seen enough."
With both arms, Maribel overpowered Renko and pinned her down on the bed. Renko was breathing heavily, struggling weakly just to feel Maribel's weight even heavier on her soft body.
"Tell me Renko, what do you like about Western women?"
"Eh, Meri, everything." Renko choked up her words, her thinking impaired by her growing arousal. "I love your blonde hair. It looks so exotic and pretty. It's so curly and full of life and energy. Not like my plain dark hair. And your skin is so white and smooth and perfect, like a doll and without blemishes. And you are so tall. And so confident. You know that everyone admires you, and you don't let anyone talk down on you. You are so strong, but gracious. Like a godesses on earth. And you are so smart too, and cultured. You know classics and you speak with such elegance. I could never be worthy of someone as great as you."
Praises flowed from Renko's mouth, hesitantly at first, but the more she lost herself in Maribel's beauty, the smoother her words became.
Maribel smiled softly.
"Very well spoken, Renko-chan. You really know how to make me feel appreciated." She kept caressing her cheek while gazing into her shining brown eyes. "Now that you praised me so much, it's only fair that I return the favor. Let me tell you what I love about Japanese women like you."
Renko felt her heart pounding against her chest. Was this real, or just a dream? She closed her eyes. Whichever it was, she hoped that this moment would last forever.
"You are all so sweet and cute. You put so much effort into your appearance, and you're not afraid to dress stylish in public. You are always kind and treat others well. You have a warm and nurturing soul. And I admire your culture so much. Japan is so rich in culture, and everywhere I go feels like a special place. The food, the music, the art that you have is so much more interesting than what we have at home. Everything feels new and familiar at the same time. It's women like you that make this country so special. You are so beautiful. Your hair is dark and smooth and straight. Your face has a light, healthy color. And your eyes radiate warmth and youthfulness. You always give everyone a gentle smile, no matter what goes on in your heart. You always put others first, and that puts you in the first spot in my heart."
"Am I really the number one in your heart, Meri?"
Maribel kept caressing Renko's cheeks, which were flushing hot red.
"Of course you are, Renko-chan," she whispered with a trembling voice, "you are so perfect. How could I not love you?"
Then she kissed her again. And again. And again.
Renko took another deep breath.
"Actually, Meri, I like it when you call me Renko-chan. It makes me feel so, how do I say, exotic. I want to be your little Japanese girl. Even though it's embarrassing to say..."
"I know how you feel, Renko-chan. Opposites attract. Where there's differences, there's friction. And where there's friction, there's heat. Passion!"
"Uh-huh, friction-" Renko muttered while grinding her crotch against Mari's.
"It seems that my little Japanese girl has a very big appetite."
"Your little Japanese girl has a very pretty woman lying ontop of her, and she's waiting for her to make the next step."
"Have you ever taken such a step before?"
"No, never, Mari. All my life I've been waiting for you. You are my first everything."
"You're so sweet, Renko-chan. But, would you mind it you're not my first everything? Would you mind if your pretty woman has some experience?"
"Meri, the only thing I want is to be your everything right now."
"Everything and more. You are my world, Renko."
"This feels so unreal..."
"Ssh," Mari whispered, "there's no need to say anything. Just enjoy this perfect moment with me."
Renko closed her eyes and took in all the sensations of the moment.
She felt Maribel's amazing body pressing on her's.
She felt Maribel's big chest rising and falling with each soft breath she took.
She took in her smell, perfume mixed with sweat.
She smiled.
How long had she waited for this moment?
How often had she fantasized about what it would be like, to be more than just friends with Maribel.
But the reality was even more perfect than anything she could ever have imagined.
"Can you hit me, Mari?"
"I could never, Renko."
"I just want to make sure that this is not a dream."
Maribel gave her another kiss, deep and long.
"Are you sure now?"
"Un-un, can you try again? Just to make sure..."
This time Maribel kissed her friend with as much passion as she could muster, pressing herself unto her friend's soft body, wildly caressing her cheeks and chest.
"I need you so badly, Meri."
"I want you so badly."
"Tease me. Be mean to me, Meri. Make me feel more friction."
Maribel put her mouth to Renko's left ear and whispered:
"You're such a naughty girl, Renko-chan. Insatiable with lust for your friend, shamelessly begging for her to put you in your place."
"Mhm, more. Harder!"
"Aren't you jealous of my beautiful blonde hair? Of my clear white skin? Of my brilliant amber eyes? You will never look this perfect."
"Ugh, yesh, Meri, you are so perfect."
"But you're just an Asian girl. Naturally submissive, naturally craving to be accepted by superior women."
"Yesh, Meri, I'm your Asian girl."
"Yes, Renko-chan! My pure, undiluted haplogroup R1b1b2 genes yearn for the submission of lesser races."
"Ugh, that's a bit much..."
"Do you think, Renko-chan," Maribel asked while gently whacking Renko's head, "that it's your place to tell me how to tease you?"
"No, Meri," Renko admitted weakly.
"Who is my little Japanese girl?"
"I am, Meri."
"And who is your superior Mistress?"
"You are, Meri."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Happy."
"Happy?"
"Very happy."
"Very happy?"
"The happiest little Japanese girl in the world."
"Yes, you are, Renko-chan. And that make me the happiest woman in the world."
The two freshly made lovers kept losing themselves in their gazes.
"Meri?"
"Yes, Renko-chan."
"I have never felt this happy before."
"Neither have, I Renko-chan."
"What have I done right to deserve your love?"
"Nothing, Renko-chan. Love like this is pure grace. Unearned, unearnable, only given freely for its own sake."
"You are so cultured, Meri..."
"You and I are opposites in almost every way. Different races, different cultures, different personalities, different outlooks on life. Thus we attract each other, like positive and negative charges, like Yin and Yang. In the mirror of your eyes do I recognize myself, and this gives me security and comfort. You are as different from me as anyone could be, yet I feel that I am a part of you. With you, no matter where I go, I know that I'm close to home, protected, grounded, whole."
"Yeah, me too, Meri. Wow, your breasts are huge."
"In my country that's normal, Renko-chan. It's just that you Japanese women are exceptionally underendowed in the milk-department."
"I read somewhere that during puberty, the body has to allocate fat, either to brain-development or to breast-development. So depending on your genes, you either get big boobs or a big brain, but never both. I guess that's why we Asian girls get small breasts, while yours are huge..."
It took a moment of akward silence before Renko realized what she had just implied...
"Congratulations, Renko-chan, you've just earned yourself the first spanking of this relationship."
Maribel got of Renko and dragged her over her knees and pulled up her short, black skirt.
"Meri, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean it like that! Meri, let me go!"
*slap*
"Oww, that hurt!"
"It better do, then that big brain of yours will learn faster."
*slap*
"Argh, Meri! It was a misunderstanding! I never meant to say that you're stupid."
*slap* *slap*
"Then why did it sound like you *slap* were calling me stupid!?"
*slap*
"Aaaaagh, Meri! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!"
*slap*
"Oww! It hurts!"
"It's supposed to."
*slap*
"Which of us is the stupid one, Renko-chan?"
*slap*
"Me, Meri, I am the stupid one!"
"Correct. And why is that?"
"Because I spoke without thinking first."
"Correct. What do you learn from this?"
"In the future, I will always think first before I say something. Especially when I'm talking to you."
Maribel released her grip and let Renko get off her lap.
"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?. I hope you learned your lesson, Renko-chan. Otherwise I'm happy to teach you again anytime you forget it."
"Thank you... for teaching me, Meri," Renko said while breathing in through her teeth, carefully feelings her buttocks with her hands.
Mari's impromptu lecture had left visible and painful red marks all over Renko's behind. She nervously shifted around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't put too much pressure on her glutes.
Maribel reached out to gently stroke Renko's face.
"Don't take it personally, Renko-chan. I just had to lay down some ground-rules for our relationship. I do consider myself to be a real lady, and I expect to be treated as such. You will defer to me in all aspects, including your dress, speech, finances, diet, habits and all other aspects of your life when I ask for it. You will address me with respect and reverence. As a Japanese woman, that should come naturally to you, right, Renko-chan."
"Yes, Meri," Renko muttered weakly, still reeling from the beating that her Lady had just inflicted on her.
"That's Lady Hearn for you, Renko-chan."
"Yes, Lady Hearn..."
Maribel pulled Renko over again, and made her sit on her lap, looking deeply into her eyes.
"I am your Lady, and you are my maid. How does it feel, for a Japanese girl like you, to defer to a Western Lady like me, Renko-chan?"
"Incredibly exciting, Lady Hearn. Like a dream coming true."
"I feel the same, Renko-chan."
Then she kissed her again.