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A
Helping Hand

by
Laura Bryannan

Even
Mugan had noticed.

“Something’s
up with the girl,” he said to Jin.

“Hmmm,”
Jin replied.

After
driving them mercilessly onward for over a month, dragging them along
in her passionate search for that elusive sunflower samurai, their
progress had ground to a halt. They had stayed stuck in this village
for a week, while Fuu disappeared every evening. Not that either of
them minded, really. It was a good village to be stuck in if they
had to be stuck somewhere. There was work, so there was some money
to be had. It was large enough to have a good inn near a hot spring,
which made Jin happy, and a good brothel, which made Mugen happy.

But
it was strange that their taskmistress had become sidetracked
somehow. After hearing, “You haven’t forgotten your
promise to me, have you?” what seemed like a hundred times a
day, life almost seemed empty without her constant nagging. They had
both finally become used to the continual chatter that emanated from
Fuu, so it was strange to have so much quiet in their space.
Neither of them felt they had the right to inquire as to her
activities, so they didn’t, but her uncharacteristic behavior
had definitely piqued their interest at this point.

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Jin
was heading back to the inn late that night. He had stopped to play
a game of shougi with a local after work, and it had taken longer to
beat the man than he had thought it would. He took the path to the
springs after deciding that, late as it was, he would bathe before
going to bed. Nearing the springs, he heard a woman weeping. After
a moment, he realized it was Fuu. What to do? he wondered.
Should he go to her and see what was the matter or leave her alone?
He knew that if it had been himself in that position, he would not
have wanted anyone to know. But, he figured women were different in
that respect, and girls like Fuu, especially so. His genuine concern
for her overrode his reclusive nature and he decided to see what was
wrong.

Thankful
the moon was almost full, he followed his ears and discovered her
lying next to the water, curled up in a ball. She had wrapped
herself in her kimono after her bath, but her hair was still down and
her obi and bag were lying nearby.

“Fuu,
it’s me. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Fuu looked
up at him through her tears and burst into louder sobs.

“Oh,
Jin….” was all she managed to say. He sat down beside
her and gathered her onto his lap. She didn’t seem to be
physically hurt, from what he could tell, but the tears went on and
on. She buried her face into his chest and clung to him, apparently
inconsolable. Jin rocked her and waited for the tears to subside.
After a long while, Fuu quieted. She pulled a handkerchief out of
her sleeve and blew her nose.

“Jin,
I’m so sorry. I’ve soaked your kimono,” she said,
in between her sniffs and hiccups.

“No
matter. Can you tell me what has happened?”

“Oh
no!” she wailed, “I’d be too ashamed.” And
the floodgates opened again. Hmmm, Jin thought. That
didn’t go well. Jin had grown up with four brothers, and
his busy mother hadn’t had much time for her youngest son.
He’d been sent to the dojo at the age of seven because there
were no family obligations he needed to fulfill. Those roles were
all taken by his older brothers, who were stuck minding the various
enterprises his family was involved in. Jin had been fine with that
reality. The contemplative life suited him very well, but it left
him without any experience with females Fuu’s age. He
continued to rock her gently as she cried, and marveled that so many
tears could come out of such a little girl.

It
finally dawned on him that the wound she was suffering from was
probably a wound of the heart. His anger at the unknown cad rose
immediately. What could have happened? Her sadness seemed so
overwhelming, he didn’t think it could have been simple
rejection that was the cause of it. Unrequited love brought
unhappiness, yes, but Fuu’s sadness seemed to stem from
something greater than that. Jin slipped into a meditative state and
waited, hoping the tears would subside sooner rather than later.
Finally, Fuu quieted once more. This time Jin determined to stay
silent and hoped she would speak.

“Jin,
I’ve done something really stupid,” she finally stated.

“Would
you like to talk about it?” he asked. “It might help to
share it. I’m not your brother or father. I have no reason to
judge you, nor do I have any interest in doing so.” There was
a long pause before Fuu took a shaky deep breath.

“I
met a man here in this village the day after we arrived. He’s
the…well, let’s just say I had to pass where he works on
my way to the teahouse every day. He looked so...um…well…I
really liked him, OK? He acted like he liked me too. We spent every
evening together, and he was so charming and polite. He never tried
to grab me; he never said anything crude to me. We would talk and
laugh and it seemed so nice. Oh….” The tears were
threatening to return. “OK, I’m just going to say it,
but promise you won’t tell Mugen.”

“I
promise.”

“Jin,
I wanted him so badly. I don’t know anything about all that,
but I knew I wanted to be…his, you know?” Jin nodded.
“So I threw myself at him. I’m so ashamed to tell you,
but I did. And then….” Her voice got wavery, “and
then…well, he did it to me, and it was awful! It hurt so
much! I don’t understand why everyone goes on and on about
sex. It’s horrible and gross. And then I found out today that
he lied to me, and he’s married! Oh Jin, I gave my virginity
to someone who doesn’t care for me at all. I feel like such a
whore. I hate myself!” And with that, Fuu burst into another
bout of tears.

Poor
sweet thing. The guy is a dead man! He was concerned by
what Fuu had told him, for all sorts of reasons, and needed to think.
Yes, first off he would kill the man who had done this to her. That
decision didn’t require any thought at all. But the rest….
Jin was troubled by Fuu’s first sexual experience. It did not
seem like the way anyone should begin such an important part of life.
It seemed that it might ruin things for her forever, and he became
indignant at the thought.

A
memory from his childhood brought itself to his attention. He had
been six and had taken a bad fall from the horse he had been riding.
The horse had been ill-used by his most obnoxious older brother and
had a vicious temper. Jin had wanted to go home, nurse his aching
behind and forget about the rest of his riding lesson, but the horse
master had stopped him. “You must get back on this horse,
Jin. If you go away now the problem will grow into a demon in your
mind that you may choose never to battle again. You cannot let this
challenge keep you from going forward. Get back on the horse now,
correct your mistake, and destroy this demon before it takes hold.”
Jin was indeed afraid of that particular horse, but he did get back
on and eventually found he could master the beast. It was a piece of
advice that had served him well over the years.

Now,
to apply this teaching to the present situation…Jin blushed.
Should he do it? He was confident he could put Fuu on a better path,
but the question was, should he? He analyzed his motivations. Was
this just a convenient excuse to come on to her? No, he didn’t
think of Fuu that way. He honestly didn’t desire her. His
feelings for her were more like a big-brother than a lover. He
wanted to take care of her, not bed her. His conscience clear, he
pondered how he should go about it. Even talking about this with her
could feel like an attack to Fuu. He did not want to do anything
that would further frighten or wound her, but if he didn’t act
now the opportunity would be forever lost. Hopefully it was late
enough that no one would come upon them.

Lost
in thought, he did not realize he had been gently stroking her for
some minutes, as though she were a pussycat in his lap—his hand
beginning at her head and sliding along her back down to her rump,
then repeating the movement. Over and over his quiet hand soothed
her. Her outright sobs turned to sniffles and hiccups once more.
Jin almost stopped when he noticed what he was doing, but then he
changed his mind. Perhaps this was the way to go. His body had
known how to begin before his brain had come to a solution, and Fuu
seemed to be calming down, so he decided to continue.

The
gentle, loving contact brought back sweet memories for Fuu. No one
had held her or stroked her like that since her mama, and it felt so
comforting, so safe. The poignant thought caused the tears to renew,
but they didn’t last for long this time. It was nicer to pay
attention to what Jin was doing than to sad memories of home, or the
awful memories of the last two days. Jin continued to pet her,
sometimes scratching gently with his nails, sometimes trailing one
finger, varying his path slightly but keeping the same movement—head
to tail, head to tail. Her tears had subsided again and her
breathing became steady. Jin fervently hoped she had finally cried
herself out.

“Mmmmmm,”
sighed Fuu, “that’s nice, Jin. Thank you so much. I
feel better now.”

“I’m
glad,” he replied, snuggling her close. He ran his fingers
through her hair, traced her ear, then trailed slowly over her neck
and down her arm. His gentle fingers explored her hand for a while,
then resumed the pussycat stroking of her back. Fuu was back to
herself enough now to begin to wonder at Jin’s behavior. It
was really nice, but so strange. The ronin had never shown her the
time of day before. He was always kind and polite, but ever distant.
She had come to believe the mysterious man disliked her, or at least
thought her the silliest person walking the earth. She didn’t
understand why he was being so overtly caring, but she realized she
trusted him completely and didn’t want him to stop, as it felt
soooo nice. The hurt in her heart was receding and it was
enough to enjoy his touch.

Jin
had lengthened his stroke at this point. Still beginning at her
head, he now ran his hand down her back, along her thigh and down her
calf. After some minutes, he paused to thoroughly caress one little
foot, and then the other. Then, tickling on purpose, Jin smiled in
the darkness as she squeaked and pulled her foot away.

“Hey,”
she giggled, and then stretched herself out in feline fashion. The
kinds of things he had been waiting to see happen in her body were
starting to happen. Her breathing was quickening and she was getting
squirmy in his lap, as though she couldn’t find a comfortable
place to be. He wanted to speak to her now, but was concerned that
it might be too soon. One wrong word and it would all be ruined.
But it did seem that she was ready, so he decided to take a
chance. Gathering her back up to his chest so he wouldn’t have
to look at her when he spoke, he began.

“Fuu,
let me share some truths with you about men and women. Men are
easily roused and can put their…equipment just about anywhere,
in the most unlikely of places, and find release easily. For women,
it is the opposite. Many men are too ignorant, too lazy or selfish
to do what is necessary to give women pleasure. I would show you
what a man should do to please you, to prepare you properly before
he…um…does it to you, as you say. A man who will not
treat you with this kind of respect is not a man you should take into
your bed, Fuu. Will you let me show you?”

Fuu
was dumfounded. Jin had said more to her in the last minute than he
had said to her in the entire time she had known him! She honestly
didn’t know what he was speaking about. Wasn’t ‘doing
it’ what sex was? Fuu had been an industrious child, feeling
responsible for taking care of her mother in the way children of
single parents often did. She helped out in their little family
business every day, never had a boyfriend, and never spent time
giggling with the neighborhood girls. If she had, perhaps she would
have learned a thing or two; but she hadn’t. She did know the
special places on her body that made her feel all warm and tingly
when she touched them, but she had never gone further. She had no
idea there was anything more.

Fuu
hesitated. A part of her tensed and felt fear, but Jin was stroking
her back again and it did feel so lovely. She was very curious about
what Jin had said—that he wanted to show her something that was
supposed to happen before the ‘doing it’ part.
That was the part that had hurt so much, and he didn’t seem to
be talking about trying that with her. All she knew was that she
felt wonderfully languid, and she didn’t want him to let her go
or to stop touching her.

“Yes,
Jin,” came her voice in a whisper, “please show me.”

He
turned her in his lap so that she was facing outward, her back
against his chest. He could feel her body bracing itself, so he
began to stroke her hair, her arms—long gentle strokes as he
had done before—until she relaxed once again.

As
he gentled her, his thoughts turned to Rumiko. Mugen always teased
him unmercifully about his lack of experience with women, but it was
not the situation. He just didn’t care enough about it to set
Mugen straight. While it was true that the quantity of sexual
experiences he’d had with women was not great, the quality had
been. The men in Jin’s family had kept concubines for
generations. Three of the four Takeda geishas had been in the family
longer than he had! They lived in a lovely little house in the best
part of town, and led very privileged lives. The oldest was his
grandfather’s age and had survived him; the two middle ones
were the favorites of his father and uncles, and the youngest,
Rumiko, was there for his brothers and cousins.

Rumiko
was twenty when Jin first met her at the age of thirteen. It was a
rite of passage for the men in his family to visit a concubine for
the first time at that age. For a boy like Jin who hungered for a
woman’s care and love, but never truly received it, Rumiko was
like an oasis in the desert. She had a great fondness for the
beautiful, grave, overly-considerate youth, and was always happy to
see him when he came to the door. She had taught him well. She had
shown him how women’s bodies worked—how to please them
and ready them for intercourse. She had shown him many delicious
ways a couple could do that. She had shown him things about
his own body, as well—things that he would never have known
felt so good unless someone had cared enough to teach him. She had.
And now he wanted to share that kind of care with Fuu.

Jin
let his hands roam to her breasts now. He traced the gentle curves
with his fingers and swirled them around her nipples, and felt her
shudder and squirm. Taking each hardened nub between thumb and
forefinger, he gently tugged and twisted, and Fuu moaned quietly. He
played this way for a long while, fingers swirling over each entire
breast and teasing her nipples as her breath got faster and more
ragged. Jin’s left hand remained at her breast while the other
began to roam lower. He let his fingers stroke her pubic hair, her
thighs, her tummy. He traced along her opening and was gratified to
find her dripping with her own juices.

Fuu
had been feeling an itch, a hunger, a yearning growing in her lower
belly for some time now, and she found it hard to sit still. She
knew about that particular special place because she had touched
herself there many a lonely night, dreaming about some handsome face
she had seen on the road or in town. She figured Jin must be
intending to do something with that spot, but what? She soon found
out.

Jin
drew some of her lubrication upwards and swirled it….
“Oooooh,” squeaked Fuu, “oh my!” Yep, that
was the place, all right. His fingers caressed her for a few moments
and then she felt them take up a rhythm. A finger was flicking
gently over her, almost as if a butterfly’s wings were beating
against that most sensitive spot. His finger continued it’s
gentle rhythm and Fuu could feel something growing inside her,
getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

Jin
let go of her nipple with his left hand and stroked her inner thigh.
He knew this was taking a bit of a chance after what she had been
through, but since his goal was to erase as much of what had happened
and replace it with something better, he decided to try. As his
right hand continued to tease her clit, he slid the long middle
finger of his left inside her. She did not tense. Good! She
moaned and arched her back. Good! The sensations were
getting overwhelming. She was singing the kind of song Jin liked to
hear his lovers sing, moaning and sighing. He continued to carefully
work her with both hands knowing she was very close to her climax,
and then it happened.

“Ahhhhh,”
she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. The finger inside
could feel her body convulsing and squeezing. He tried to touch her
gently enough so that her orgasm would last as long as possible. She
writhed and squirmed as her thighs clamped onto his hand and held it
tight. Finally, after long luscious moments, she came back down to
earth.

“Oh
Jin, I never knew. Thank you so much,” Fuu murmured.

“You’re
welcome,” he replied. “Would you like to try for
another?”

“Another?!?”
she asked incredulously.

“Yes.
Women can usually have more than one climax during lovemaking. This
is where your sex has an advantage over mine, as men can usually
manage only one.”

“Mmmmmmmm,”
she replied, and then promptly fell asleep! Jin chuckled. I
guess it’s not only men who have that problem. He slowly
pulled his finger from inside her and brought it to his face. He
inhaled her scent and then sucked the juices off to taste her. It
would be his secret.

He
hoped that what had happened wouldn’t complicate things too
much. There was a nice balance between the three of them, and he
wanted that to remain. He reached for Fuu’s things, gathered
her up in his arms and carried her to their room. Thankfully, Mugen
was nowhere to be found. He tucked her into bed and then lay down on
his own. His brain was racing but his body won the battle and he
slipped into dreamless sleep.

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Fuu
was humming. “Well, I think we should get outta this town
soon, you two. How about tomorrow? You haven’t forgotten your
promise to me, have you?” Mugen and Jin looked at each other.

“What,
the dude dump ya?” Mugen teased.

“Enough!”
Jin said firmly, giving him The Look. Mugen muttered too low to
hear, and went back to sharpening his sword. Something was going on
here. He could feel it but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“I’m
off,” said Jin, and he headed out the door to go to work.

“Um…me
too,” said Fuu as she hurried out. She caught up to Jin in
front of the inn. He looked down at her with a gentle expression.

“Do
you want me to take care of the one…you spoke about?”

“Oh
no, Jin. He’s got two little children. I wouldn’t want
you to take away their papa just because of that.” Jin looked
at her admiringly and nodded. He was very happy to see that she was
back to her old self, and his worry that she would turn her bruised
heart in his direction abated.

”I’ll honor your
wishes, then. You’re a brave girl, Fuu.” She stood on
tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks
for everything last night. You helped me so much. See ya!”
she smiled and ran off down the road.

“Bye,”
sweet one.

Mugen
could see them from their room. He saw them share words and he saw
the kiss. Huh?!? And then he’d swear on his mother’s
grave they were both blushing. What the hell? Something was
definately going on, and boy was he going to have fun making Jin tell
him. He went back to sharpening his sword, but now he was whistling.

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