None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon & abbychase
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				Title: <strong>None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 07:05:26</strong>
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				On a clear day with the shine shining brightly and blanketing the earth in a mix of bright glory and warmth giving heat she sat at a small table in an outdoor restaurant. The smell of the ocean and sounds of crashing waves filled the air giving a peaceful feeling but also a bit boring for someone of the woman's caliber. She sat at an old circular shaped wooden table with a white parasol over it.<br><br>She was a beautiful looking Asian woman of Japanese descent. Having long straight brown hair that fell just below her shoulders and seemed to flow wildly and untamed as if it were a testament to her own nature. She was dressed rather casually compared to her usual flashy and revealing dresses, now wearing a pair of hip hugging jeans and a low cut white blouse that revealed quite a bit and left just enough to the imagination. <br><br>All around her people gawked at her, looking on in disbelief that she was there. She wasn't just a normal woman, at one time she had been a famous Idol. The lead singer of Paragon, one of the best known bands in the modern era who had spanned the world with concerts over the last six years. Yet a rift formed in them and they broke apart, agreeing to go their separate ways. <br><br>She sat there, looking at the copy of the letter she had sent just a few days ago to her college room mate and one time lover. It read: <br><br>Helen, <br><em><br>Its been a long time, maybe a little to long but Ive been busy the last few years. I wanted to see you again but I didn't really have the time to arrange anything but things have changed. I'm moving into town for awhile, due to the bands breakup and I want to see you again. Nothing overly fancy, just lunch to talk and catch up. <br><br>Meet me Friday during your lunch break at Paula's seahouse. Its a nice seafood place down by the wharf. I hope to see you soon!<br><br>Lovingly, <br><br><br>Masato Utsetmai of Paragon<br><br>P.S. I'm buying</em><br><br>It was just rolling around to the time they were supposed to meet and for a moment Masato wondered if including the signed poster and picture was a little much but it was how she sent all of her letters. She liked people knowing exactly who she was and she absolutely loved being the center of attention as she was right now. The looming eyes and whispers about her only fed her, making her want to perform even more. <br><br>In reality she had to wonder if Helen hadn't showed up yet because of that one night they had spent together. When room mates and friends had become full on lovers for the day. There was always an obvious sexual tension between them but it wasn't till a long night of partying that the two finally gave into their inhibitions and spent half a day in bed, having every kind of sex imaginable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 17:01:41</strong>
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				Helen Carter held the folded, well-read letter in her hands, nervous even as she approached Paula's. She stopped for the hundreth time to check her appearance; making sure her long blonde hair hadn't been overly ruffled by wind on her walk over, re-checking the buttons on her pale yellow blouse and brushing imaginary specks of dust from her tan slacks. It was just before noon, exactly as Masato's letter had requested. Masato, there was a name that came loaded with subtext.<br><br>Walking un-noticed through the crowded pier, Helen again marveled at how odd a pair she and her friend made. One being an icon of international fame, the other a simple media planner at one of the city's many ad agencies. Which was not to say Helen was jealous, quite the opposite in fact, as the thought of being on <em>any</em> stage was enough to give her chills. It was just strange to consider she'd spent nearly a decade claiming rightfully to be the best of friends with one of the most recognizable singers on the planet.<br><br>It was easy, once she entered the restaurant, to see which table Masato had been given. For one thing, the waiters seemed to be hovering around it like gulls, for another it was located back and away from anybody else dining, in one of the few sections Paula's closed for lunch. Of course she'd have taken a table near the ocean, Helen smiled, remembering how so many of her friends songs evoked images of the sea.<br><br>Helen realized her steps were slowing and chalked it up to nerves. She'd never been good with attention, and there seemed very little chance an entire lunch with Masato would pass without <em>something</em> happening to the pair. The idea that anybody might look towards her made Helen want to hide. There was also the small matter of how they'd parted, the night they'd shared before leaving school for their adult lives. She'd been drunk that night, so most of what she 'remembered' was just sensation, just a shadow of a shadow. Still, the shade retained enough power to make her blush. Catching Masato's eyes she felt the familiar heat return and hoped immediately she hadn't made a huge mistake.<br><br>"M..Masato?" she reached the table and spoke meekly, "is that you?"<br><br>She knew full well it was (she'd recognize her anywhere) but still had to ask. Helen still had to confirm that what was happening was real.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 18:42:47</strong>
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				It was probably the tenth time she had heard her name spoken in the last minute but this time she looked up. Not because someone had said her name, as unusual as it was to hear her Japanese name said, but she looked up because of the way it was said and more importantly the voice that had been attached to it. <br><br>Her slanted dark brown eyes would look up at the source of the voice and for a moment she drank in every glorious detail or Helen. She looked a little taller and a little less muscular but there was no doubt about it, this was the same woman she had spent the night with so many years ago. The woman she beckoned her to return for some unknown reason. <br><br>Then in a sudden burst of energy she leaped up to her feet, shouting with excitement. "Helen! You're here! You're really here!" she shouted. Her body carried her up and out of the seat, nearly charging the other woman with outstretched arms and embraced her, hugging her tight against her ample bosom as if she was making up for lost time. 
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 19:17:38</strong>
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				Helen held on for dear life, clutching tightly at the package of energy that was her friend. It really had been too long, far too long, she decided as she buried her face in the other woman's hair. Years of distance suddenly melted away, leaving her giddy and feeling every bit like the college girl she was when they last saw one another. Though she still had misgivings about what might happen with Masato back in her life, she could not deny the simple pleasure of seeing her friend.<br><br>"God it's been too long M," Helen blushed, "am I still allowed to call you that? Or are you too famous now?"<br><br>The last line was delivered with a wink and a laugh. Helen did not honestly fear Masato's response at her using an old nickname.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 04:52:04</strong>
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				"I've always prefered Masato but Ill let you get away with it. How could I not after everything we've done together." she replied, paying her a wink at the end to suggest that night of unforgettable sex they had shared in college. <br><br>Suddenly and without warning she grabbed Helen by the wrist and pulled her along, jogging over to the table with Helen in tow. She seemed to glide into the booth side and patted the spot beside her as her lips curled into a sultry smile. At the same time she set the menu where her intended seat was supposed to be as a few of the people watching took pictures. <br><br>As soon as Helen was seated wherever she wanted to sit Masato would call over the waitress and place her order for grilled red snapper and a side of crab cakes and bread. 
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 16:58:09</strong>
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				Before Helen could blush too fiercely at Masato's tone, she found herself being pulled wildly through the restaurant. She heard various phones and cameras snapping, and knew that people were watching them. It made her want to hide, but she settled for lowering her eyes and holding tighter to Masato's hand. By the time they reached the table she was pondering whether or not a human being could actually disappear. How did Masato manage? For her part, Helen ordered halibut, thanking the waitress shyly as she departed.<br><br>“So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Helen smiled and clasped her friend's hand over the table, “are you on another tour or something?”<br><br>Helen did her best to keep her voice low. In part because the restaurant was fairly small and she did not want eavesdroppers, but also in a futile attempt to draw less attention to their table. A small whisper had rippled through the restaurant at Masato's arrival, and they were now the object of a dozen surreptitious gazes. Helen wondered how her friend could possibly be so comfortable.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 03:42:55</strong>
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				Masato had already ordered a drink for herself before Helen had arrived. Nothing fancy, just a tall glass of soda that she would take a drink of as the questions came out. Her dark brown eyes just watched Helen for a moment, still drinking in every inch of her body and sometimes letting her mind wander about how she looked when she wasnt so dressed. <br><br>"Mostly, I just wanted to see you. Ive wanted to for a long time but I know everyone gets busy. You probably just couldnt make it to the concerts." she said while reaching down into her purse to take out a flyer and a small lamenated card before passing them across the table. "Im moving into town though. Im starting up a night club and I wanted to invite you to our big opening next week. Most of the band will be there to play the opening. I expect Ill be up on stage a lot, and just about everyone will say I put on a hell of a show." She pointed to the card with an energetic smile "That is a VIP pass. Since you're in town, I was hoping you would show up and spend the opening night with me."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 17:38:18</strong>
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				“Wow, Masato, you didn't have to do that,” Helen was shocked, “of course I'll come!”<br><br>Helen had never been to a real concert before, let alone been in any kind of VIP area. The thought that she might be able to do so now was terrifying, but she found herself suddenly unable to say no. Masato had always had that peculiar power over her, and she guessed ti hadn't diminished with the passage of time. All the while her mind was reeling with the thought that Masato would be moving to San Francisco, would be nearby. The thought made her shudder.<br><br>“I feel awful, I didn't bring anything for you,” she sipped her water, “please don't be mad.”
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 06:05:36</strong>
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				"You can give me something later." she said, adding a little wink a moment later as her ever energetic and playful tone seemed to suggest something naughty. <br><br>The meal was brought by before Helen could reply to the obvious flirting and once the waitress left them Masato got a little more comfortable and a little more daring. With a grin she let a foot slip out of her shoe and extended it, running it up and down slowly along Helen's leg with a wide grin on her face. "So tell me about things. I dont think Ive heard anything from you since we parted ways."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 16:41:49</strong>
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				Helen started to eat, and then stiffened when she felt Masato's foot. Was it a mistake, she wondered? She hadn't thought it too cramped under their small table, but perhaps she'd misjudged how much space was available. Deciding to give her friend the benefit of the doubt, and trying desperately to avoid acknowledging how nice the contact felt, she tried to speak.<br><br>"There's nothing really to tell," could Masato possibly be interested in her life? "I work in an ad agency, downtown. I'm sure it's nowhere near as glamorous as touring, though."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 01:51:41</strong>
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				The foot moved just a bit closer, still running along her leg for a bit more as if prodding her for a reaction of some kind. Any kind. Masato sat there, watching her with a grin as her dark brown eyes drank in the view of Helen and the surroundings put together. "Oh touring isnt all glitter and unicorns, its hard work a lot of the time. Spending hours in cramped vehicles everyday, rarely having a proper shower or meal on the road, being hounded by fans whenever you stop in to a cafe or diner." <br><br>She tilted her head to the side slightly, looking out at the ocean more then Helen as she went on. "Theres nothing like getting up on a stage and performing for others. Listening to the cheers, seeing the desire for more, feeling the excitement in the air. After my first concert I was hooked, I just had to keep doing it. I kept telling the lawyers I wanted to do bigger and bigger shows till I had finally played in front of a million people, all at once. It made me feel...alive!"
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 02:01:08</strong>
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				The idea of playing in front of even one person was terrifying, let alone the million Masato was talking about. Not for the first time, Helen was struck by how different she and her friend were. The thought made her flush, or perhaps it was the foot inching its way up her leg, Helen did not know, and could not bring herself to ask. What if somebody noticed? Would Masato be embarrassed? Besides, it wasn't like the feeling was <em>all</em> bad.<br><br>"I don't believe that," she leaned across the table, grabbing her friend's hand playfully, "no showers? I thought they always put big stars up in huge hotels!"
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 03:04:31</strong>
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				The hand was a little surprising but Masato let her fingers curl together, holding Helen's hand like they were something a bit more then just getting together for lunch. She looked down at it for a moment, lost in thought for just a moment before she looked up with a huge grin on her face. "Well sure, when were in town we stay at the hotels but that doesn't include the long nights on the road or when we stop off in those small but quaint little town's for an evening."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 04:28:31</strong>
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				"Oh gosh I never thought about that," Helen laughed, "so you mean you, like, slept on the bus? Gosh Masato, I can't see that. You've always been so, glamorous. The worst part is I'd bet even after all night in a bus you'd still be the most beautiful woman in the room."<br><br>Helen meant what she said. Masato had always carried herself so perfectly, dominated every room she ever entered. It made sense her band had hit as large as it had. The girl just had whatever it was that made people fawn. Helen herself was not immune to this, as instead of pulling her hand away she found herself trapped in the stories Masato was telling.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 06:41:39</strong>
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				"Not always. There were a few times our crew landed a few beds to sleep in. Like when we were going to Denver we ended up staying at this farmers house. It was a nice comfy bed, cold showers though but his daughter kept me warm that night." she replied, giving a little snicker as the confession was left out in the open. 
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 00:53:17</strong>
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				"His daughter!?" Helen spoke a little too loudly, then blushed, whispering as she continued, "Masato no! You're kidding, right?!"<br><br>Helen was not unused to hearing about her friend's exploits. She never asked, but for as long as she'd known the other woman there'd been teasing stories, erotic conquests and evenings wasted in over-sharing. Still, Helen had yet to tell her to stop, <em>something</em> always seemed to keep her listening.<br><br>"that's so bad!"
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 01:50:26</strong>
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				"A young, bi curious girl, just aching to loose her virginity. I was more then happy to help her." she said, not hiding the fact that the mere memory of the encounter brought a smile to her face. There was something about talking about these kinds of things with Helen, even back in college she loved watching the woman's reaction and loved sharing. "She spent the whole night looking at me with those bright blue eyes, such horny looks and wanton body language. It would have been a crime not to, but she lacked that passionate fire that makes sex so intense. Not like when we spent the night in our old bed."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 05:56:51</strong>
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				"Oh god..."<br><br>Helen flushed and looked into her food. She remembered. Masato, had somehow retained memory of the one drunken night they'd shared. The mistake, the night she'd never intended to happen, and hadn't been able to stop thinking about since.<br><br>"I can't believe you remembered," she was flabbergasted, "I thought... I thought you'd be too drunk... Oh god, I... I don't know what to say."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 06:04:27</strong>
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				"How about something like, Im glad you still remember that night fondly? I was drunk that night but I remember a lot of it. Maybe I'll recount the details sometime, in private." she said as she leaned forward just a little more, her voice quieting as she looked Helen in the eyes. "Truth be told, I would love to do it again. After spending so much time near you, always catching those longing looks of desire. It got me unbelievably horny, it still does when I think about it."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 19:59:26</strong>
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				“Jesus Masato!” Helen whispered, “you can't just... <em>say</em> things like that!”<br><br>Her words expressed shock, and in truth she was, but there was no denying the small tremor that passed through her at Masato's frank statement. Since she'd woken up the next morning, Helen had considered their night together something of a dream. It had happened, or <em>something</em> had happened, but with the details foggy it had taken on an almost mythic quality in her memory. All Helen really <em>knew</em> is that they'd gone out, and she'd awoken the next morning to find Masato gone. The rest? The rest was just a blur of pleasure.<br><br>“Honestly,” Helen tried to shrug off what she assumed was her friend's teasing with an awkward laugh, “someone might hear us!”
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 21:07:27</strong>
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				For a moment she was a little surprised but she shook her head side to side. "I dont hide things from anyone anymore. I did that with my gender remember? It was shocking to have it suddenly revealed because of a drunk fan but it was also...liberating. In a way. Ive tried to be upfront about everything ever since that night...besides, who cares? So people learn we had sex in college, and they get to learn that I enjoyed it. So what?"<br><br>She paused for a moment, getting a puzzled look on her face. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 21:24:41</strong>
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				“This has nothing to do with whether or I enjoyed it,” Helen blushed, “how could you even ask that? It's just that...”<br><br>In truth she wasn't quite sure what she was trying to say. Not a day had passed since that fateful night that something had not reminded Helen of their tryst, but that didn't mean she was comfortable with the idea. Masato was a star, truly and legitimately. Helen was... not. She was a simple advertising executive, nothing more, nothing less. To think that she could possible serve as anything more than a momentary flash in Masato's crazy life was beyond the bounds of reason. Wasn't it?<br><br>“Of course I enjoyed it,” she sighed, “but it was so long ago, you could have anybody now.”
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 21:53:28</strong>
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				She let out an energetic giggle, loving the way Helen said she enjoyed her time in their bed. She always wondered about that even though she knew what the answer was. Her eyes seemed to glimmer with the ocean in the background as she stared at Helen, loving the reactions of Helen. "Well that is true, I could have anyone but <em>can </em>is not the same thing as <em>want</em>. I think you know who I want, or do I have to say it?" <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 22:36:48</strong>
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				"Masato please, stop," Helen looked away, "don't tease me."<br><br>The young woman's tone was growing progressively more desperate. Helen knew where Masato was heading, knew and was terrified by what might happen once she got there. Every time Masato looked at her, Helen saw the strangest glimmer. It was how she imagined an elk might feel under the gaze of a hungry lioness. In her mind, everyone in the restaurant was looking, watching her squirm. Helen wanted to hide, but could not bring herself to move.<br><br>"You can't just.. say things like that... not in public at least."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 23:40:42</strong>
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				"That sounds like an excellent idea." she said before raising her hand and calling for the check. When the waitress brought it over she paid cash, telling her to keep the change as her tip then rushed to her feet and grabbed Helen's hand to pull her along. "Come on! You can give me a ride over to my place and we can talk in private like you suggested!"
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 01:12:52</strong>
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				"Wait, that's not what I meant, hey! masato!"<br><br>But the other woman was already marching off, out of the small restaurant and into the street, tugging her along for the ride. Helen had no choice, she reasoned, the only thing she could do was run out after her friend. The thing about Masato was even when she had no idea where she was going - for example which direction Helen had parked - she tended to pick the correct one. Given a fifty/fifty shot at which direction to turn, she choose left, correctly, and by the time Helen finally caught her breath enough to speak they were practically at her small, sensible Fit.<br><br>"your place?!" she squeaked, drawing a few curious stares, "I don't even know where that is!"<br><br>But it was no use. Masato simply stood, tapped her foot and waited while Helen unlocked the car. At the very least slipping into the small car shielded Helen from what she was sure were many sets of prying eyes. Looking over at her friend she wanted to scream <em>enough!</em>, ask her to slow down, but she couldn't. Or didn't. Distinctions were getting difficult.<br><br>"So... um... where to?"
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 01:47:12</strong>
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				Masato jumped in without so much as a word and looked around the vehicle, paying attention to what was in it and how it was arranged. There was a lot she could tell from the contents of a persons car. "Alright so you want to head downtown on mainstreet, its just past Park avenue. Its a three story building with a huge neon sign out front that says "Paragon". Thats the club Im starting up and I have a small place set up on the grounds."
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				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 17:58:04</strong>
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				Mind in turmoil, Helen simply followed directions. Within half an hour or so they reached the front of Masato's new club/apartment. Helen was immediately impressed. Masato had, of course, chosen the city's most chic district, and picked a lot that would, more or less, sit at the center of absolutely everything. How she found it was a mystery, but one Helen was content to solve by shrugging. Masato <em>always</em> managed that sort of thing. On shaking legs she climbed out of her car and approached the front door, following her friend like a puppy.<br><br>"It's incredible," the sight was enough to distract her just for a moment, "absolutely wonderful, M."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 19:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got out of the car and took a moment to stretch, perhaps the first moment where she didnt seem like an uncontrollable ball of energy but as soon as she was done she perked up and took out her keys, rushing to the door to open it up. <br><br>At the front door there was a small area where people could be filtered in and hang up their coats as well as pay the entrance fee but beyond it was a huge room with a balcony on the second floor that overlooked the whole area. At the far wall was a stage with instruments already set up and a DJ booth to the side for when the bands were on break. <br><br>Masato siezed Helens hand again and pulled her along once again, making their way backstage to the stairway and leading her upstairs to the top floor. It opened up into a large furnished room that was made for VIP's and overlooked the whole club but just beyond that Masato took Helen into a large fully furnished room with a huge bed and kitchenette adjacent to it. She looked back with a grin and raised her hands up as if presenting an artists masterpiece. "This is my place! Make yourself at home!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 21:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh my goodness this is wonderful Masato,” Helen spun slowly, taking everything in, “absolutely wonderful. You've really done an amazing job.”<br><br>The building could not have been more perfect. The club downstairs was a masterpiece, and would be an excellent spot to showcase Masato's unearthly talents. Helen could already imagine her friend dominating the small venue, singing to packed houses, or simply sitting in the VIP section and watching as a queen might.<br><br>“Do you mind if I sit?”<br><br>Helen tentatively lowered herself onto a couch in the center of the VIP room. It was plush, comfortable and allowed her to take in the intricate details carved into the wooden walls, and the tasteful furnishings. Of course this was Masato's place, it was everything she was; artistic, classy and meant to be displayed.<br><br>“So you live up here?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 21:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, make yourself at home." she said as she snuck off into the other room but her voice was clearly audible through the open door. "Im going to change real quick, do you want something to drink?" she asked. While in there she slipped out of the jeans and blouse, changing into an elegant dark red night gown that was cut up to the hips. She didnt wear a bra, or panties as was usual when she dressed herself up, wanting everyone who saw her to let their minds wander as their imagination ran wild. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 04:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um, sure, a drink would be nice," Helen didn't particularly <em>want</em> one, she just needed something to calm her nerves.<br><br>While Masato was out of the room she did her best to breath slowly, deeply and relax. The shock of seeing her friend again after so long, and of her frankness about <em>that</em> night was proving difficult to overcome. Helen treasured Masato dearly, but goodness was the woman something of a challenge. She was sure it was simply the thrill of seeing each other again after so long, and that it would pass. At least until Masato returned to the room wearing the most marvelous dress Helen had ever seen.<br><br>"Oh my god, M, you look <em>beautiful</em>."<br><br>There was really no other way to describe her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 05:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had come into the room with a pair of champagne glasses, each one filled with a smooth alchoholic beverage. Grinning she placed them both down on the table at the center of the room where they could easily be reached and then twirled around with a beautiful smile on her face. "Thank you! I just bought this for opening night. I think Ill perform the first song in it."<br><br>Still smiling she sat down next to Helen and took her glass, drinking a bit before she looked over. "I'll have to get you the number of the fashion designer that made it. You would look absolutely stunning in one. Especially if you're going to be here on opening night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 22:45:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Because if there's anything <em>I</em> need it's a fashion designer,” Helen accepted the glass, “like I could ever pull off something that elegant. You're going to be amazing.”<br><br>Helen scooted just a bit to allow her friend equal access to the small couch. It was hard not to stare. The thin, silken fabric seemed to dance along Masato's frame, emphasizing her curves to the point where she may well have looked less exposed naked. That anybody could wear such a dress was shocking to Helen, that someone would perform in said dress was out-and-out bizarre. Helen was so wrapped up in the drink and her friend's attire that she almost missed the final bit of what Masato had said.<br><br>“Oh there's no way I could possibly be here,” she shook her head, “M, I'm sure tickets have been sold out for weeks, if not longer. Besides, you know me, I'm not really much for crowds.”<br><br>Despite her words Helen could not keep a slight hopeful upturn out of her voice. She'd never seen Masato, she'd always wanted to. Now that they were again sharing a city, was it possible she'd find the nerve?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 02:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She plopped down next to Helen, perhaps closer then was really neccessary but there wasnt time to argue or move away before she put her hand around Helen and pulled her closer till they were touching skin to skin. She took her own glass and brought it over, banging it gently against Helen's glass to give that chiming sound as if she were toasting something and then taking a drink, nearly downing the whole glass. "Hmmm? Oh, I gave you a VIP pass, you can just come up here and watch from the window...but I would like it more if you were in that front row, staring at me like you used to. Come on, lets do it!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 13:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It might have been the bubbly drink, or the way Masato seemed to wrap herself around Helen, but the woman found herself blushing and nodding along. <em>A VIP pass?</em> Never in her life had she been a VIP for anything, the idea was stunning. Thinking of watching her friend from so close to the stage made the woman shiver and unconsciously press herself more firmly against Masato.<br><br>"I... I don't know," she blushed and looked away, then mustered up her courage, "o...ok. OK. God Masato I'll do it, I can hardly believe it, but I'll do it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 22:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato jumped up and hugged Helen, or rather tackled her. She embraced her friend with a sudden burst of happiness, pinning her against the couch as she pulled the girl closer into the hug and gave her a quick but unexpected kiss right on the lips. "Im so happy you'll be there! We've got to get you a nice dress and the best spot to watch from!"<br><br>As she hovered over Helen Masato looked down at her face, paying special attention to those cute pink lips that she had just kissed. There was a time when she remembered what it was really like to kiss them with emotion attatched rather then in just pure excitement. She moved a little closer till she could feel the warm breath from Helen and her own would caress Helen's skin. "Mmmmm, you still have the sweetest lips..." she said as the memory of that night ran through her mind. Especially about the kiss that started it all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 16:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helen shrieked playfully as Masato hugged her. She was unaccustomed to such girlish horseplay, and was therefore unable to raise her usual defenses against personal contact. Typically, Helen found ways to politely shake hands, or defer contact entirely. She had never grown comfortable with the way she felt pressed so intimately against anybody else. In this case, however, she was too slow, and quickly wound up flat on her back, wrapped up in the wriggling, smiling thing that was her old friend.<br><br>“M, stop it,” she whispered, “you shouldn't keep saying those things.”<br><br>The feel of Masato's lips had been like an electric jolt. It didn't help that the woman was wearing such a sexual, silken dress. Pressed against Helen, Masato felt soft, smooth and smelled just the right amount of musky to make Helen squirm. Helen started to breath a bit more quickly, her hands needed somewhere to land so, lacking alternatives, she placed them on Masato's waist.<br><br>“Stop playing around,” she admonished desperately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 02:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh stop! Im paying you some compliments. You need to take them gracefully." she said, this time her tone seemed much more commanding but her beautiful brown eyes betrayed what she really wanted. A night alone with Helen where they could give in to the old passions once again. She wanted Helen to look at her in the same way she used to. <br><br>She leaned closer again as her hands set on Helen's hips, pulling her a bit closer till they were crushed together, chest to chest. "I havnt even <em>begun </em>to play with you. Besides I gave into you earlier, isnt it my turn to get my way?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 14:50:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Is it ever <em>not</em> your turn to get your way?” Helen spoke softly.<br><br>It was hard to think, pressed as she was against Masato, harder still to determine why she hadn't simply lifted herself off the couch. Her friend was certainly not forcing her to remain in place. Yet she stayed. As Masato slid up her body she felt every curve, when their breasts finally came into contact – though separated by fabric – it made her gasp. Things were not heading in a direction that she could control. Helen had since found the strength to look into Masato's eyes, but could now look nowhere else. Needing somewhere to rest, her own hands came down on the other woman's hips, thinking that as safe a place as any.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 15:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very rarely." she whispered softly with a huge grin on her face. She leaned even closer till their lips were only a few milimeters away from each other. Her arms would move behind Helen's back, hugging her as much as she was holding her. "I think this is going to be one of those times where I get my way again but you have to admit my way is usually the fun way. Right?" She didnt give Helen much of a chance to answer before she finally closed the distance bewteen their lips, this time kissing her full on as she let the passion that had been bottled up for years loose. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 15:21:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"whatstopmmmmmmhmmm"<br><br>Masato swallowed whatever objection Helen might have had with her soft lips. Then instant they made contact, Helen felt her body shudder. The soft lips pressed upon her own felt heavenly, soft, and moist. Whimpering, Helen's hands tightened on Masato's hips. Her body wanted more contact, even if her mind hadn't exactly caught up yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 03:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she kissed Helen her hands moved up along her body till they set on both sides of Helen's jaw. She pulled her into the kiss even more, desiring to live out a night of passion with Helen once again. Except now they had the whole day to do anything, or rather everything to each other. <br><br>After nearly a minute of kissing her hands moved down, this time being much more bold as her hands fondled the beautiful breasts beneath that shirt. There was no doubt in her mind that Helen was far to clothed but half the fun was going to be taking it off to see her beautiful body once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 04:04:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helen gasped and twisted underneath Masato, but for the life of her didn't know if she was moving towards or away from the delightful pressure of the other woman's hands. The other woman's exploration was every bit as bold as her personality. Masato seemed absolutely shameless and willing to touch every single inch of Helen's now-burning skin.<br><br>She thought about stopping things, about asking her friend to slow down, but she couldn't pull herself free of the kissing long enough to do so. What few moments Masato allowed her were consumed by breathing, before their lips crashed back together. She was rapidly losing herself, but could do nothing to stop it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 07:56:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her hands worked those pert ample breasts her lips continued to furiously kiss Helen, trying to spark that passionate reaction that she remembered from their last night together. Soon she pulled away with a beautiful smile on her face as she looked over Helen, drinking in every inch of her body. "Alright, off with the shirt and pants!" she said in a commanding tone, wondering if Helen would once again follow her instruction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 15:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helen sighed when Masato pulled away, pouting and trying to chase down the lips that had until that moment been occupied driving her own crazy. A distinct look of lust had descended into her eyes. It was clear that Helen was now answering to something other than her rational mind. Had anyone else under any other circumstances made the same command she'd have fled, but Masato was different. No sooner had she spoken than Helen was slipping off the couch, standing on unsteady legs and unfastening the clasp of her jeans. It took her shaking hands several moments, but soon Helen was standing in front of Masato, clad in only a pair of light blue panties and a matching bra.<br><br>“L..like this?” she could not bring herself to look at Masato, such was her fear of displeasing the other woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 07:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Masato slipped off the couch, once again drinking in the look of her body once again. "Mmmm so sexy!" she said as a clear compliment while she slowly circled Helen like a shark would its next meal. She stopped when she was behind her and stepped up till her breasts touched her back and Masato's right hand would slide around her stomach, pulling her closer. <br><br>With an experienced hand she reached up to the back of Helen's bra and unbuckled it with just two fingers then helped her slide it off, leaving a trail of kisses along Helen's neck and shoulders. "Your mine tonight Helen. You're going to do <em>everything </em>I tell you to do. Understand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 01:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yes...” she whispered, “I... I understand...”<br><br>Helen gasped in surprise as Masato's breasts made contact with her bare back. It was madness, she knew. She had to escape, she knew, but there was no convincing her legs to move. Instead she quivered and let herself lean back more firmly into Masato's warm body. The woman's hands and lips were leaving a trail of tingling fire all along her skin, drawing a series of soft sighs from the generally reserved woman. The act of removing her bra had forced Helen's hands to drop, and needing something to do with them, she let them come to rest on Masato's hips. The posture left her completely open to the woman at her back, panting, bra-less and desperately hot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 15:43:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing how she responded Masato wondered how long it had been since Helen had had sex but one look at her told her the answer was simple: too long. Her hands would fondle those beautiful breasts, just slightly pinching her nipples to get a reaction out of her while her groin simultaneously rubbed up against Helen's butt. Masato was already extremely horny and beneath the dress her pussy was already wet as her juices ran down her inner thighs but even more prominent was the large and hardened penis between her legs that kept rubbing up against Helen's bottom. <br><br>"Mmmmm, you've got me sooooo horny. Lets go make use of that king sized bed." she whispered as she lead Helen into the bedroom, keeping behind her so she could continue to look at Helen's beautiful ass with every step. "My turn to undress but only on one condition, I want you to masturbate to me. Show me your ready to be my fuck toy again. That you'll do anything, or rather everything just for the priviledge of being in my bed again." Once by the bed Masato sat her down and then took her time undressing, letting the reveal of every curve and inch of flesh be a feat for the eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abbychase</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Helen was spellbound. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she could not help but drop her fingers between her legs. Eyes locked on Masato she gently teased the entrance to her pussy until it glistened with moisture, then she pushed a pair of fingers inside, again gently, stoking the fire building up inside of her. With her free hand, Helen began to cup and massage each of her tits, alternating back and forth to ensure that both received an equal amount of attention. Periodically, small gasps would escape her lips, but otherwise she stayed silent.<br><br>The sound of Masato's voice was like a caress in its own right. It joined her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy, it circled around her painfully hard nipples. It made Helen's heart skip, made her throat suddenly dry. all the while she could not keep her eyes off the lovely form of her friend.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: None Stranger than Old Friends - Brandon &amp; abbychase</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 04:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon the last bits of clothing fell lazily down to the floor and somehow it seemed like Masato had been more dressed now then while she was in the dress. Between her legs her thighs were already moist with anticipation as her sweet tasting juices ran slowly down her legs and just above her glistening pussy was the hardened flesh of her erect penis. Standing at full length and readiness as if Masato could take Helen a hundred times without needing rest. <br><br>She smiled with her beautiful and passion filled lips, hungry for more then just the show Helen was giving her. She wanted to keep watching so badly but at the same time she wanted to throw her to the bed and ravage her in every way possible. As her eyes drank in the spectacle of Helen masturbating she decided on a mix of the two, allowing herself to push Helen down into the sheets as her lips pressed furiously against Helen's while her eyes kept drinking in her body and enjoying the view. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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