Whatever Happened to Claire

What Ever Happened to Claire

CHAPTER 1

My name is Claire Jones. Though my parents were raised in the good old U.S., my father found it necessary to move to Japan for no obvious reason. I was about two years old at the time, or so they tell me, so I had no objections. So yes, I am bilingual.
Not much to say about my life except that I realized what I liked at a fairly young age. Thirteen, fourteen, somewhere in puberty season.   I had realized around that time that I prefered the company of other women. Translation, I’m gayer than a two dollar bill, and my parents didn’t like it. So they did what any honorable parents would do. And when they realized the therapy wasn’t working, they disowned me, and forced me to move out.
Therefore, I had to fend for myself. Luckily, none of the other students at my school realized the rumors of my lesbianism were true.   Homosexuals (female and male alike) don’t seem to be very welcome around here. Until I could get enough money working an after school job for an apartment, I depended on some of my friends. Bless their souls.
Though homosexuals weren’t welcome in Japan, there were still a few who I eventually met. Most of them were men, and the women weren’t really that appealing to me. But there was nothing wrong with just being friends.
My first girlfriend wouldn’t come till later on in my life. I was sixteen at the time. I went on a cruise with a few of my fellow lesbian friends in hopes of meeting someone. Sure enough, I got lucky enough to meet two people.
The taller of the two was Ray Hino. She was about my height, but she was a month younger than me, but we were pretty much the same age. She had long pitch black hair, and a body that any man, or lesbian would love to explore every inch of. The shorter one (Aimy something or another) was pretty cute looking too, but I had a feeling she was straight, and only went to support her friend. Of course, I didn’t know at the time. It was probably a mistake to invite her into my cabbin for a little girl on girl. But Ray came to her defense, and claimed Aimy was her Girlfriend. Of course I found out she was lying later on, but I’ll get to that later. I was a little disappointed, but I wasn’t about to back out yet. I invited BOTH of them to my cabbin for a three way!
The cruise would’ve gone a lot better if some chick calling herself Gothina didn’t go insane and start attacking people. But despite that stupid bitch’s attempt to kill everybody, Ray and I instantly fell in love. Unfortunately, her grandpa reacted the same way my parents did, and booted her out. So I did the honorable thing and let her live with me. That was probably the biggest mistake. She wasn’t used to living on her own like I was, and therefore, I had to work my ass off for two rather than just one. She was beautiful, and we had a lot in common, but this woman named Luna kept calling her over. I found that Ray and I ended up fighting more than loving at one point in time.
Finally, I made the biggest decision in my life. Ray had invited me to a taping of WWE (WWF as it was called back then), and somehow, her friend Serina scored back stage passes! Something about her father being Hulk Hogan or something. Anyway, it was right there, next to the Dudley Boys’ locker room where I broke the news to her. She was heart broken, and frankly, I was too. It just took me longer to realize what I did. For I had someone who truly loved me. Not just as a friend, but as something much more. And I threw it away!
But even though our romance was over with, I still let her live at the apartment. At least until she found a place of her own. And of course, she eventually would.   Her friend, Lita, A fairly tall brunette who Was somewhat attractive, came out of the closet after what seemed like years.   Ray ended up telling me all about it. She said Lita had been in love with her, but was lying to herself about it. Saying it was the effects of puberty, or that it was just a phase, or something. Then there was something about some guy calling himself Blackheart745, and the notorious killer Jason attacking them, and blah blah blah. All you need to know is they instantly fell in love right after that, and Ray moved in with her right after a near death experience Lita went through. Ray told me she got brutally beaten down on the street by a local mug, but something told me that wasn’t true.
They moved on to be a happy couple. They still paid me a visit every now and then, and saw one or two of my future relationships. Unfortunately, those all went to hell at a much faster rate. Most of those women weren’t interested in a relationship so much as a one night stand. And those that were interested in a relationship ended up dumping me, or vise versa.I wish I were that lucky. There were so many disappoints, and so much depression in my life, I finally decided to give up on dating altogether!
That was, of course, before I met her.
Years had gone by since my break up with Ray. I was in a sophmore year of college at the time. Seeing as how I didn’t have enough money for a car, I had to take the metro bus to my college of choice. Unfortunately, everyone else had the same idea. If you were lucky, you could get a seat. Otherwise, you had to hang onto these bar dealies. Needless to say a lot of people got thrown around a bit, and some people ended up bumping into other people.   But accidental contact didn’t do it for me.
"lord," I thought as I watched the people hanging on the bars, "I hate college. I could really use a friend right now."
About that time, one of the women holding onto the overhead bar lost her balance, and fell right into my lap! She seemed as surprised as I did. Her hair was pitch black, much like Ray’s was. But she was a totally different woman. She wore a dark green T-shirt, and denim skirt.
“Uh... Okay.” I thought. "Wasn't LITERALLY asking, but whatever."
She said something to me in Japanese which was obviously an appology. I could speak Japanese, but she spoke it so fluently, and speedily, and seemed so panicked! I asked her in Japanese if she could slow down.
“I’m sorry about that.” She said. “I…”
“Forget it.” I said. “It’s happened before.”
She gave me a nervous laugh as she reclaimed her spot on the bar. Unfortunately, she’d only be there a second before we got to the college. Well okay, the bus stop closest to the college. Same dif! We both got off the bus, and made our way to class.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” She said. “I’m Kasumi Tendo.”
“Claire Jones.” I replied.
“Oh, you’re from America?”
“At one point in time I was, but we’ve been living here for as long as I can remember.”
She seemed pretty interested by this for some bizarre reason. Really, she acted like she never saw an American who knew Japanese before!
“I’d love to stick around,” She said, “ but I got class. Dr. Tinaka’s picky about tardiness.”
“Yeah. Tinaka’s a dick.”
She got a laugh out of that one, even though it was true. We said our goodbyes for the moment. But we would meet again on the bus.
There was something about her I was starting to like. Whether it was her extreme kindness, or the fact she had a nice wrack, I wasn’t sure. But I knew for a fact she just wanted to be friends. She wasn’t like me, I knew that for a fact. Still, I could always deeam.
We met on the metro every day from that point onward. She was such a talkative person, always had something to ask, and always gave me an answer to a question that was often two sentences at minimum.
We were pretty good friends from that point on, even though something inside me wished we could be closer. But I knew for a fact she wasn’t interested.
The metro parked at the bus stop closest to her house. I was ready to watch her get off the bus as usual, but instead, she grabbed me by the arm, and insisted I come with her!
So I ended up going to her place instead of mine that night. There, I met her family. I learned she was the oldest of three sisters, and her father’s deadbeat friend and his son (who claimed he could turn into a girl with cold water) were living there too. Kasumi was the oldest, Nabiki was the middle child, and Akane (who was a total bitch the whole time I was there) was the youngest. Ranma Saotome was the son of her father’s deadbeat friend. I tell you, this guy’s got some major problems. He had three rivals. An idiot named Ryoga who apparently had no sense of direction and carried an umbrella; Moose, a guy who had all sorts of unique weaponry under his robe but couldn’t see worth crap; and another total dunse who liked to call himself the “Blue Thunder”. And that was the first year he and his dad moved in. Then amazons started claiming he was engaged to them showed up, and a bunch of other information that doesn’t really matter. Made me wonder how he maintained his sanity after this long.
Later that night, Kasumi and I were hanging out in the front yard of her house.
“You got a pretty interesting family.” I commented.
“We were pretty normal at first,” She explained, “But then Ranma and his dad showed up.”
“And it all went to hell, JUST LIKE THAT!”
Once again, she started laughing histerically. I got to admit, it was kind of funny though. “You’re too good to me.” I said out of no where.
“What do you mean?” She asked, unsure of what I was getting at.
“I haven’t had a friend like you in a long time.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. The only person that I was this close to was Ray. Then we broke up.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I’m sure he was a nice person.”
“Yeah, she really was. But…” I stopped in mid sentence once I saw the look on her face. “Something wrong?”
“You said Ray was a she. And you talk as if you two were… Dating.”
I sighed. “I guess I never mentionned it. I’m gay. But don’t worry, I know you aren’t. We can still be friends.”
“Of course.” She replied, giving me a pat on the back. “I wouldn’t say anything about it to dad, but I don't see anything wrong with it.”
I must admit, that reaction was a little unexpected. Usually, the native Japanese folk would go ape-shit, and deny they knew who you were. That was my experience anyway. But Kasumi seemed a little more understanding. I guessed she figured it was my American heritage, or something.

I took the next metro to the apartment that night. I had chosen my apartment wisely, for it was just a couple feet from a bus stop. So I didn’t have far to walk after that.
I walked into the dank apartment I had been living in for years now, and lie down on the sofa. After a little channel surfing, I found an episode of Behind the Music with Megadeth. I only watched programming like this because it helped me get to sleep. Plus it was good to know that famous people had life worse than a nobody like me.
My dreams had often been the same. Memories of Ray, and dreams of being physically loved by women who felt familiar, but didn’t seem to have names. ; not to mention the occasional dream that had absolutely no point to it and defied the laws of physics. But tonight was something a little different. It was one of those physical love dreams, but Kasumi was the woman of choice! She may not’ve been like that in reality, but I could always dream!.
Anyway, that dream marked what was most likely the beginning of a recovery from god only knew how many years of wallowing in the mistakes of the past.
But one day, Kasumi and I were on the metro on our way to classes.
“You’re family’s pretty cool.” I said.
“They’re okay.” Kasumi replied. “What’s you’re family like?”
“Uh… Well…”
“maybe I could come on over and meet them some time.”
“I… Uh… Don’t live with my parents anymore. I… Uh… Moved out a year ago. Haven’t heard from them since. But if you still want to come over, I…” I froze right then and there. It was like something took control of me once those words were spoken. For I knew how my own mind worked. I had been wanting her to be more than a friend since the day we met, and bringing her over to the apartment would only set me up for something tragic.
“Sure.” Kasumi said. “That sounds all right.”
Damn it, I thought, you really shouldn’t have done that. Needless to say it was too late to turn back now.

She came over to the apartment as planned.
“It’s a little… Er… Dank.” She commented.
“It’s not much,” I said. “But I’m happy here.”
I could tell she was thinking of ways to remodel the place. Frankly, I could care less. I kind of liked it the way it was, though a little decoration wasn’t a bad idea.
She’d have discovered my room sooner or later. I was hoping for later, but fate apparently drew a different card than I was hoping for. And there she saw it. It was a photo of myself and Ray inside one of those stand dealies. Her arm was wrapped around me in a casual manner, as was my arm around her. We had that taken back when we were still together, sort of towards the middle of our time together, before all the fighting.
“This must be Ray.” She said, looking at the photo.
“Yip.” I said, taking the photo out of her hands, and setting it back on the bedstand. “Those were the good old days. Before we… Broke up.” I really wish she didn’t bring this topic up. It hurt to bring up my past love. I could already feel the tears coming, and tried to suppress them as best as I could.
“Are you okay? Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“No. I’m… I’m… I’m Okay.” Now if only I could’ve backed it up. The tears came rolling out of my eyes, and the emotional pain got worse. She put an arm around me, and gave me a shoulder to cry over. Something I wasn’t really expecting to happen, but really, I wasn’t about to refuse.   “Oh god, who am I kidding?! She’s gone, and it’s ALL MY FAULT!"
I continued to shed tears for a while as Kasumi just sat there, giving me something to lean on, and listening to every word. After a while, I finally managed to regain control of myself.
“Well, I guess that’s it.” I said. “Ray moved on and found someone else, and I’m left here with no one who loves me.”
“That’s not true!” Kasumi protested, a look of concern in her eyes as she spoke. “There are lots of people who love you.”
“Oh yeah. Like who?”
“Lots of people. Your family, your friends…”
She put an arm around me, and moved in a little closer. She instantly planted her lips on my own in a very tender kiss. It was a little uneven, but I was too surprised to care.   Frankly, it was the first kiss I ever got in years.   Our lips parted rather wetly as I looked into those beautiful eyes of hers. “I love you.” She said out of nowhere.
It took me a while to think of something to say, but I eventually found the words.
“I just don’t understand you.” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean just when I think I know you, you do something completely unexpected. I figured the gay thing would freak you out, but it didn’t. I figured you were straight, but apparently, you changed your mind. Or maybe you were a lesbian all along, but never said anything.”
She then shot me a rather wicked glance. I recognized that glance right off the bat, and I knew what was on her mind. Ray did something similar, except she wasn’t as moddist about it.
“You look a little tense.” She commented, going off subject completely.
“Tense?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Maybe I can relax you.”
“Relax me?”
“Don’t worry. Just lay down on your belly, and I’ll do the rest.”
Like I said before, I recognized the glance. She was taking a totally different approach however. But I decided to play along. After all, I was starting to believe that not even god himself knew what she was planning. So I lay down on my belly.
No sooner did I do that than she mounted herself upon my back, pinning my lower half to the bed with her own body. I could feel those delicate hands of hers start to lift up my shirt, so I rose my arms over my head. Thus allowing the article of clothing to drop to the floor. All I had at that moment was my sports bra, which would eventually go next.
At that moment, those hands began rubbing my back. They started at the back of my neck, then to the bback of my shoulders, and finally, they made it to my spine. The last part was what probably got the loudest moan. Unfortunately, it had to end.
“What, that’s all?” I asked.
I felt her repositionning herself on me, but I wasn’t sure what she was doing. She then grabbed me, rolled me over to my back, and looked down at me.    Those loving hands of hers were pinning my shoulders to the mattress, and I could safely say she was a lot stronger than she looked. But looking up at her, I realized somewhere between the back massage, and the roll over that she had removed her top as well.
“Oh, it’s only beginning.” She said seductively. And I can safely say she wasn’t kidding.
Our lips met once again in a passionate kiss, the passion amped up a couple knotches withflesh making contact with flesh. I Welcomed Kasumi’s tongue into my mouth as those dainty little hands of hers ran through my hair. She was moaning through the kiss a lot more than I was, but it was her first time, so I really don’t blame her for it. Our lips eventually parted as we both attempted to catch our breath.
After about a five count, she continued to kiss me over and over again, but most of the kisses weren’t on my lips. Some were on my neck, some were on my face, and yes, there were kisses on my breasts too.
Oh, but it didn’t end there. After what I guessed was the fifth kiss on my neck, she moved up to my ear, and let that curious tongue lick it. I swear, that’s the one thing that turns me on the most right there. I felt like I was going to melt right then and there, and realized I… Uh… Sort of… Did. One of Kasumi’s hands felt down my belly, and stopped after noticing the activity going on in the kroch of my sweat pants.
“You won’t be needing these anymore.” She said.
At that moment, I felt her slipping off my stained sweat pants. Frankly, they were becoming a burden, as were my panties. But she wasn’t quite ready to remove those yet. First, she removed the skirt she was wearing, and her own panties went with it. Seeing her in the nude for the first time only increased my arousal, and what she did next would increase it further. She slid a few of her fingers through the leg of my panties, and began rubbing me in the pubic area. Really, if I knew she were going to be fucking me like this, I would’ve shaved, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her hand only stayed on my pubic hair for a short while anyway. A surge of electricity went through my body as she stuck a finger into my slit. Another surge occurred once she stuck another in there with the other. I thrusted my hips forward in an attempt to get more of her hand inside me, and she didn’t disappoint. She stuck yet a third finger into me!
But before I could reach an all out orgasm, she withdrew her hand from my slit, removed it from my soaked panties, and looked at it for a second. Then, she pressed a couple of her soaked fingers to my lips. I took them into my mouth, and licked them clean, much to Kasumi’s delight. I have to admit, I tasted better now than I ever did when I attempted “Self Pleasure”. Once I had sucked her hand clean of my own juices, she removed it from my mouth, and gave me that evil little smile of hers.
Next thing I knew, she was slipping my panties off of me. I knew what was coming next. Kasumi repositionned herself as I spread my legs, and buried her face into my kroch. The feel of her steaming hot breath against my slit was enough to get a moan. But the loudest moans were on the horizon. Her tongue began licking me unmercifully, licking the moisture off of my outer cunt. And then she moved to the inside! My moans would’ve easily been taken for screaming bloody murder as her tongue flicked across my clit over and over, but it was worth it. Besides, the people in the other apartment were used to it. After all, Ray and I made plenty of noise doing each other. I can’t describe how amazing I felt, but I can assure you it didn’t take long before the orgasm.
She removed her face from my Kroch, licked her lips clean of my juice, and moved to the other side of the bed. She wrapped her arms around me, and held me tightly as if wanting to snuggle.
As I lie there in her arms, I lost myself in my own thoughts. It became apparent Kasumi wanted me after all, and I wanted her just as badly. It had been years since I had been fucked, so I couldn’t compare the experience to the ones with Ray or one of my one night stands. Either way, Kasumi made me feel more alive with a simple clit licking than all the time Ray and I spent put together. I knew then and there that I’d have to make this relationship last. But how? I had an idea, but I’d have to wait till college got out to use it. Then, Kasumi and I would never be the same.