Finding Home by Jerry Murphy

Author:Jerry Murphy [Murphy, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Jack tapped on Nancy’s door, and she slid it open immediately. He sat the tea tray on her table, and she lightly kissed his cheek. Nancy had already removed her yukata and she sat at her dressing table.

“Jack, come brush my hair.” He sat on his knees behind her. The incense he had given her was burning, and the hint of cedar from the washtub on her body and the warm hay smell from the tatami all blended. He felt an instant release of tension and calm flooded over him. They talked quietly about who they were: her life as an indentured girl, his life on a Texas dirt farm. Her voice, which was always a couple of steps lower than most of the Japanese women he knew, became increasingly sultry the more he brushed her hair. He arranged the hair away from her face and his hands brushed her neck. He felt her body shudder up and down her spine. She sank back onto his chest. “Not yet, Jack, we need to meditate,” and they moved over to her kotatsu.

Nancy sat across the table from him humming a tune similar to Irene’s. Lost in the smells and the sounds, Jack was drifting away from himself. When Nancy touched Jack’s shoulder and brought him back to her, he was slow to find himself back in reality. She had him stand and she removed his yukata. She started to search for his love spots. He felt her hands strong, gentle, and warm, exploring him. His skin was sensitive and as she began to kiss his skin the urgency to have her became overwhelming. He took his hand on each of her shoulders and held her back to arm’s length. He looked over the curve of her jaw to the full lips and the eyes so brown they looked black. He saw the desire in her that matched what he was feeling and he drew her to his chest. She raised her head and opened her lips to be kissed. His tongue found the opening, and they wrapped around each other and frantically found the futon. Finding orgasms in Nancy was no longer a challenge. The mutual meditation and the trust she had in him erased her fear of vulnerability. Gone was the emotional and physical holding back from frenzied out-of-control joy in sex and love.

They lay shoulder to shoulder, smoking in silence. Nancy was the first to stir. She took the warm wet towels and cleaned herself and then Jack. A little kettle was starting to come up to temperature and she refreshed the teapot. She asked questions about his family, where he grew up, his name. He told her his name was Irish and meant “son of the bear.” She thought that was funny because the station was called Kuma (The Bear) station Jack sat up on big pillows. She poured two cups and they sat together and drank their tea. He asked her the same questions, about family, who sold her, and what was her real name.

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