Miscegenist Sabishii (7 page)

TONY

Dinner was at eight so that meant I didn’t have much time to shop and prepare the meal. I was going to do sushi, which meant I had to run to the fish market for sushi quality fish. I knew Nikki would like some tempura veggies, and to round it off would be an entrée of eel and tea rice. I wasn’t worried about serving eel to Nikki.  My baby was down for new experiences. My Mom loved a good soup, so I decided on a quick egg drop. I put some soothing jazz on the sound system and drank warmed Saki.

I found myself actually looking forward to gathering all my favorite people in the world in one room. I showered quickly and changed into black slacks and a cream sweater with the sleeves pushed up to my elbows. The doorbell rang.

Anxiously I answered it. I was hoping it would be Nikki first but it was Mom and Dad. I hugged and kissed them.

“Come on in.”

“Mmm.” Mom said, handing me her jacket, “Smell good.”

“I’m going to the restroom.” Dad said. “Get me a glass of ice water, son.”

Mom followed me into the kitchen. “I set table.”

“It’s already set. You want something to drink? Water, juice, Saki?”

“Tea.” I made us both a cup of tea and took it to the living room on a tray where Dad joined us. Mom bit into an almond cookie.

“You bake?”

“Hai. It’s your recipe.”

She nodded. “Did good.”

“So where is your friend?” Dad asked. Mom gave him the evil eye. He shrugged. Mom’s game was that if she pretended Nikki didn’t exist, I’d know how little she thought of it.

“She’ll be here shortly.” No sooner were the words out of my mouth before the doorbell rang again.

“That’s her.” I leaped up and answered the door. Before she could come in I gripped her and kissed her quickly.

“Hi. You look great. Come in.” She did look great. With a shaky sigh she stepped into the lion’s den.

“Mom, Dad,” they stood up. “This is Nikita Mason; my girlfriend. And Nikki, this is my Mom Kayo and my father, Morio Yakamoto.”

“Nice to meet you.”  Dad spoke, extending his hand to her

“O-ai deki-ti ureshii desu.” Nikki responded, surprising us all.

“Ahh.” My Dad smiled. “You speak a little Japanese.”

“Just what Tony has taught me.”

“Sit down everyone.” I said. “Nikki, do you want something to drink?”

She looked at the table at what everyone else was drinking.

“Tea would be good.”

I hurried to the kitchen hoping nothing would go wrong in the short time that I would be gone. Nikki liked her tea slightly sweetened, so I made it up quickly and went back to the living room. They all looked up when I walked in.

“What’re you talking about?”

“We didn’t know you and Nikki worked together,” Dad said.

“Yes.” I handed Nikki her tea and sat down beside her.
“We’ve been working in the same office about six months, dating about one month.”

“You not have problem having friend at work in same office?” Mom asked me. She gave Nikki a brief smile, because my mom would never be intentionally rude. That would be low class.

“Well, there hasn’t been a problem yet.” I said honestly.

“You not rock boat, Toi.” Mom said passionately. She sighed and looked at Nikki. “How your family feel about you date Japanese man?”

Nikki sighed too. “My family trusts my judgment.”

“Ge-ge?” She asked, and then in Japanese she said more to herself, “What do the young know about life with no experience?”

“Eigo-de- itte-kudasai,” I said softly. Please speak English. My mother leaned forward.

“Excuse me. You nice lady…or my son not care for you. But you two are much different.”

Dad put his hand on her knee, and she looked at him briefly then sat back in her seat.

“Not much different- not on the inside.”  Was Nikki’s response.

Mom didn’t respond. I had hoped that they could have talked and gotten familiar with each other before this…I stood.

“Why don’t we eat?”

Dinner was ultra-polite everyone complimented the food. Nikki seemed to like the eel and conversation was neutral; about nothing personal or sensitive. After dinner we had tea cakes and Nikki and I had Saki while Mom and Dad had tea.

“You like Japanese cooking?” Mom asked Nikki.

“Yes. I didn’t know much about Japanese cooking before I met Tony, but I’ve grown to really love it.”

“Ahh.” My Dad smiled. “Soon you learn to speak broken Japanese well, just like my son.” We all laughed.

Mom said, “We should have sent Toi to Japanese academy like planned. Toi want to be like friends, listen to hippity-hop.”

Nikki smiled and looked at me. “That’s not all he listens to. He introduced me to a Japanese jazz musician Keiko Matsui.”

“Jazz? That not Japanese music.”

“No, but she fuses jazz and elements of traditional Japanese sounds.”

“Humph.” Mom huffed. “I no like Jazz.”

“You like Kenny G.” Dad said. Mom gave him the evil eye.

“We go home now. Nice meet you, Nikki.” Mom stood abruptly.

Dad took Nikki’s hand as we all stood. “It was nice to meet you Nikki. Tony has never brought

a girl home before. We worried that he not like girls but boys.”

“Dad! “ I laughed. Nikki covered her smile with her other hand.

“It was nice to meet you Mr. Yakamoto, Mrs. Yakamoto.” Mom shook her hand briefly then turned to the door. Suddenly she turned back and looked at Nikki closely. Her brow knitted in an odd way. Nikki self-consciously smoothed her hand over her skirt. Mom looked at me, and then frowned.

“Toi, you bring Nikki to dinner Sunday. Nikki,” she turned back still frowning, “you come?” Nikki gave her a perplexed look.

“Yes and thank you. I’d love to come to dinner.” We looked at each other, confused. I walked Mom and Dad to their car. When I came back Nikki was dabbing at beads of sweat on her forehead.

“You alright?” I pulled her into my arms. “I think I’m going to need one of your world famous massages after that.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

“Done. You did good, baby.”

“Yeah.” Nikki frowned. “What was up with that last second change of mind?” I shrugged. I was just happy there was one.

NIKKI

Dinner hadn’t gone too bad. I was so relieved that it was over, though, and I could move forward with Tony. Tony’s Dad seemed very open minded and cool. Mrs. Y…well, I was reserving judgment until after Sunday dinner.

Tony and I both worried about work the next day, with Lisa walking in on us. But Lisa pretended that nothing was at odds, at least around me.

This coming Friday was Sweetest Day and the weekend before, I had slipped away and bought Tony some bling; a platinum watch from Cartier! I had never spent so much on a gift to a man before, but it felt right. I could barely wait for Friday to come!

Wednesday when I walked into the break room some of the ladies had their heads together. When they saw me they suspiciously changed the subject. I guess it was time for Tony and I to start discussing the possibility of unemployment.

That night Tony said that he wanted to take me shopping for Sweetest Day. “Make sure you clear your weekend. I need Friday after work and all day Saturday. You’ll need to pack an overnight bag.”

“What? We’re going away for the weekend?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, what should I pack to wear?” He smiled, not giving an inch. “Something comfortable to shop in.”

When Friday came we left directly from work. That morning, Tony had taken my bags and placed them in the trunk with his own, and as usual we drove in together. But when we left I didn’t see Tony’s Jag anywhere. He just smiled at me.

“I made arrangements for my cousin to pick up my car and take it back to my place.”

“Why?” He gestured for me to follow him and we walked away from the office and our co-workers until we were two blocks away. We stopped at a restaurant that we regularly frequented. There was a limo waiting for us. I looked at Tony in surprise. The chauffer got out and opened the door for us.

“Sorry for the walk but I didn’t want to give our co-workers any more to gossip about.”

We got comfortable. It was a beautiful limo! Tony hit a button and smooth jazz began to play; Boney James, one of my favorites. The sound system was magnificent.

“Thirsty?” He picked up a bottle of Cristal that was on ice. I nodded, smiling. He poured us each a glass full. We clinked. “Let’s toast,” he said, “to love.”

My heart swelled. “To love.”

Tony kissed me then we sipped the best wine I’d ever had in my life. There was a bowl full of the biggest strawberries. He fed me one. I bit into it like I was biting into a peach, It was so sweet!

“T-baby.” I chuckled. “Who knew you had so much class?” He put the strawberry down and set our glasses on the mini bar. He was no longer smiling as he moved to sit next to me on the overstuffed leather seat. I watched him, confused.

“Nikki…” He kissed me. My eyes fluttered shut his lips trailed down my neck and past the hollow of my ear. “Nikki…” he murmured. I felt his hand slip into my blouse and cup my breast.

His fingers sought my nipple and gently squeezed. I sighed and ran my hands through his silky spiked hair. He unbuttoned my blouse and smoothly dropped to his knees before me. He pushed just enough of my breasts out of my bra until my nipple peeked out of the lacy black material.

Then I felt his mouth cover it. I groaned as he softly sucked and lapped first one then the other.

“T-baby…” I spread my legs as he hiked my skirt up over my hips. Then I wrapped them around him. He released my nipple and plunged his tongue into my mouth groaning against my lips as he pulled my hips forward off the seat and against his pelvis.

We spent the next several minutes just kissing. Oh, I loved his lips and tongue! I reached between us and unzipped him. Being on the pill we made the mutual decision long ago to forgo condoms.  So when his cock entered me, straining against my most sensitive parts, I couldn’t help but yell out.

Tony pumped into me, burying his face into my neck and sounding like he was sobbing. I unclasped my legs as the feeling intensified. And

don’t ask me how but I brought my knees up and Tony pushed them up over his shoulder where the pumping of his hips slowed until he was just pressing and rotating against me; pelvis to pelvis.

He raised his face from my neck and he watched me with red, glassy eyes. He noted every reaction to each thrust, each stroke. Finally I couldn’t hold it back any longer and the next thrust pushed me to the brink and the one after that over the edge. I cried out throwing my head from side to side.

Tony lowered my legs, watching me until he went over himself, crying out, blinking and sucking his breath.

“I’m in love with you, Nikki!” I heard him whimper. “I love you.” He said much quieter. He put his head back into the crook of my neck. “I love you so much.” He sighed.

With hooded eyes I pulled his head back and looked into his moist ones.  I cradled his face allowing my fingers to stroke his eyelashes, his lips, his jaw. “I love you.” I closed my eyes and murmured. “I love you…I’m in love with you-” He hugged me taking my breath away.

After a while I heard him murmur. “The limo’s slowing down we better fix ourselves.”

“Oh shit!” I pushed him off me and tucked and pushed body parts back into my clothing. Since T’s look was disheveled, yet corporate casual, all he had to do was pull his hands through his hair and fasten his pants. I had to find tissues to clean away our sex, fix my wig, and re-apply my lipstick. A spritz of perfume hopefully hid the evidence of our love making.  Tony was watching me with a smirk.