murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

shovelling snow when there was time. Doctor Miyata popped over to
our table at dinner to explain why people's middle fingers are longer
than their index fingers, while with toes it worked the other way. The
gatekeeper, Omura, talked to me again about Tokyo pork. Reiko
enjoyed the records I brought as gifts from the city. She transcribed a
few tunes and worked them out on her guitar.
Naoko was even less talkative than she had been in the autumn. When
the three of us were together, she would sit on the sofa, smiling, and
hardly say a word. Reiko seemed to be chattering away to make up for
her. "But don't worry," Naoko told me. "This is just one of those
times. It's a lot more fun for me to listen to you two than to talk
myself."
Reiko gave herself some chores that took her out of the flat so that
Naoko and I could get in bed. I kissed her neck and shoulders and
breasts, and she used her hands to bring me to climax as before.
Afterwards, holding her close, I told her how her touch had stayed
with me these two months, that I had thought of her and masturbated.
"You haven't slept with anybody else?" Naoko asked. "Not once," I
said.
"All right, then, here's something else for you to remember." She slid
down and kissed my penis, then enveloped it in her warm mouth and
ran her tongue all over it, her long, straight hair swaying over my
belly and groin with each movement of her lips until I came a second
time.
"Do you think you can remember that?" she asked.
"Of course I can," I said. "I'll always remember it."
I held her tight and slid my hand inside her panties, touching her stilldry
vagina. Naoko shook her head and pulled my hand away. We held
each other for a time, saying nothing.
"I'm thinking of getting out of the dorm when term ends and looking
for a flat," I said. "I've had it with dorm life. If I keep working parttime
I can pretty much cover my expenses. How about coming to
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