Tami Fu Awakens

Literotic asexstories – Tami Fu Awakens by oldFormless,oldFormless
The piece is to be listed for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024 list. A special thanks to NP for his priceless review. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Hola, eres nueva? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Tami opened her eyes at those words to find a sun-aged face glaring at her. He was naked. She quickly realized that she was naked as well.

She made a move to cover herself instinctively, trying to further wake up from a naked dream. There was no more waking, it was real. Her entire life was about hiding her body, what she had. And now she was completely naked in a secluded sea-side area in Spain, surrounded by more naked people sunbathing. What was she doing? Ashley, her friend, was not around, but instead a completely naked man was. He had only an expensive camera hanging from his neck.

“If you are looking for your friend,” the man with the dangling equipment said, “she is swimming over there.”

Ashley and Tami checked on each other with a wave of their hands. Then Tami, freshly mortified, returned her hand to her chest, doing her best to cover her breasts. No one else was covering themselves; it was just her.

“This might sound a bit abrupt,” the man continued, “but I am working on a project and I wonder if I could take some pictures of you. You are so beautiful — so unique.”

She blushed at his proposal. Also, she couldn’t avoid noting his dick. It was flaccid, and he had no tan line at all. She felt an impulse to hold it — to see if she could make it grow. Then, she understood what Ashley had attempted only moments ago. There was something gravitational about dicks, she had to admit. She relaxed her hands, trying to shake off the instinctive need to hide her body.

She figured that it had most likely been Ashley who had asked him to approach her — as a way of boosting her confidence, perhaps.

“No. No, thank you. uh, I do not think you want me there.”

“Well, it is my project, and it is up to me to decide what I want. It is boudoir — parts of the human body and faces separately, without revealing which face goes with each body part. No pornography. You can give — or withhold — consent for publishing after you see the results.”

It sounded too sketchy to be improvised, but she found herself still shaking her head. No.

“I suppose I should warn you that I do not pay my models; that is a firm condition. C’mon, though! It might even be fun.”

Tami sized the man up — and not sexually. I could probably take him if it came to that , she thought. She was young, strong, and had a background in contact sports. Besides, ‘boudoir’ sounds classy enough — and maybe Ashley knows all about this already. Maybe she planned the whole thing.

Tami ended up following the man back to a curved cove hidden between the rocky landscape. The soft, thigh-level waves felt refreshing against her naked skin.

“Please,” the man said, “sit here, against this rock. Turn like this; it is important to get reflections from the water surface. Crossed legs first.”

Tami took some time to figure out what all of his instructions meant, then obeyed.

The camera shot once, and she felt a thrill course through her.

The camera then started to shoot several times, from different angles. It was true, her face was never on the scene. She saw how the camera zoomed at her six-pack when she contracted her muscles there, capturing the artwork of her outlandish, yet apparently quaint, flat belly.

“Hermoso! Turn a bit. Flex it more. I’m a lucky bastard! The beauty of both buttons lies in their symmetry — so photogenic!” He continued praising her and shooting like that for some time.

Tami felt relieved — though slightly disappointed– when he put the camera down. He smiled at her, all the wrinkles showing his age. He extended his hand as a formal greeting.

“Bernardo Gimenez.”

“Fu Tami,” she replied, using the formal name order that mostly her mother used when introducing her, but the short version of her surname.

The handshake felt strong. “Of course you are. Would you like a beer?” He pointed at some half-buried cans kept cold by the seawater.

She declined. He raised his camera, zoomed at her face, and shot once.

“Making new friends?” Ashley asked, approaching from the sea.

Tami introduced them as if they hadn’t met before. “Maybe you can also help him with his art project?”

Tami got a bit frustrated at Ashley’s repeated denials, but she finally persuaded her friend. “If I went through it, you have no choice.”

Ashley looked like a latina model already, and her posing was good. Despite feeling secluded in that cove, Tami did see other people sunbathing on the rocks or swimming in the distance, and noticed that they glimpsed occasionally. Or did they? Maybe I’m just being paranoid.

Ashley kneeled in the water, raised her butt, stretched her arms, and then buried them with her face under the water. It was a perfect sawtooth shape. Her raised ass made Tami feel something. She eyed the photographer, but he had no erection. To him, the photo shoot was artistic, not erotic.

Then why was she…?

The shooting stopped, and the man retreated to a corner to fiddle with the camera — something technical, though he didn’t pause to explain.

Both girls exhaled as though they’d both just run a quick race — more invigorating than exhausting, but still an effort. Then, still completely naked, they sat next to each other, enjoying the long shadows of the late afternoon. Ashley also helped herself to a beer.

Why can’t life just freeze in this precise moment? Tami thought ruefully. Well, I am excited about later tonight, too… but still, this cove is awfully secluded. Perhaps we could…? Maybe nobody would see us. Then again, maybe they would.

Those taboo thoughts ignited something deep inside of Tami.

A skunky scent ran through the cove. “What brings you to Cataluña?” they heard from behind them.

“We are here for the final,” Ashley answered.

“Well you better get going before it gets late. I need to leave soon for that reason, too. I have a press pass.”

“We won our pass!” Ashley replied excitedly. “We have good seats I guess.” Ashley recited their seat letters and numbers from memory. “Leave that camera and come over here, would you?”

He sat in front of them with one beer in one hand and a rolled cigarette in the other. The sun was hitting his face. He could barely open his eyes. They chatted superficially about his passions and his duties, about the taste of cold beer and young women. He was curious about them. And Tami was curious about herself as well. Was she who she thought she was?

Tami relaxed, feeling the sand on her fingers as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. She couldn’t shake the memory of that one party from her mind. It was supposed to be a fun night out with Ashley’s friends… As she sat there lost in thought, she realized she was about to tell the story. She wanted to get it off her chest and share her experience with someone who would listen, but was unsure on the level of detail.

It was then when Tami went through the path that had led them to where they were. First in her head. Then disclosing some relevant parts to him. Some funny parts. Even some intimate parts. It couldn’t take much time, right?

She started recounting the events from that party night, several weeks back at Ashley’s friends’ house.

Her early-bird eyes blinked for long lapses as the conversation with the girls died out. She glanced around for Ashley, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her friend had shown interest in the matches, so she went to the TV room, but only the boys were there.

“Still a draw?” she asked none of them in particular.

She was shushed back immediately, as if she had no reason to be there in the first place. None of them was her boyfriend; she had not one. She went back to the kitchen. She was not really interested in the classification match either.

“I think I will go home soon,” she asked another of the girls. “Have you seen Ashley? Her jacket is still at the entrance, so she has to be here somewhere.”

“No clue,” one of the boy’s girlfriends had replied. “She wouldn’t have left. What’s going on? Not a big fan of the World Cup either, huh? I thought you were into sports.”

“Contact sports–” she began.

“Yeah,” another of the girls interrupted. She was holding a phone, still trying to find the answer to a quiz or similar. “You’re a Karatewoman, or was it Kung Fu, right? Is there a World Cup for that, like with soccer?

“Football,” the correction came from the pedantic girl with the British accent. “Call it by its name.”

“Well, we have Brazilian Jiu Jitsu world championships,” Tami answered, “but they are all run in California. We do not get to travel to beautiful Spain or Portugal.”

“Brazilian? How is an Asian doing Brazilian martial arts?”

An uncomfortable silence followed. Tami refused to fill it.

“I went to Spain once,” another girl started. “At the end of high school, Ashley and I went to Ibiza. We did more partying in one week on that island than in all the years we spent at high school–”

“Here! I found it,” the one holding the phone exclaimed. “This is the last question. Let’s all send in the answer separately. That way we have more chances of winning the World Cup lottery! The draw is tomorrow!”

All the girls did as she proposed. That included Tami, who always preferred to follow group behavior and remain invisible rather than stand out and be seen as the odd one.

Tami eventually grabbed her jacket and other stuff and made her rehearsed excuse. “I have training early tomorrow, so I’m leaving now. I’ll send a message to Ashley, but please tell her I was looking for her if you see her.”

Once outside the door, Tami’s social anxiety started to dissipate. She finished the message to her friend and sent it. As soon as she turned around the building, a window just next her, at ground level, drew her curiosity. She involuntarily peeked inside — a bad habit of hers– and saw what looked to her to be one knee pointing upwards. She soon understood what she’d been looking at: two people making out on a sofa. A phone on the floor flashed. She recognized her own incoming message arriving.

Tami halted, immediately distressed. She then tried to read the situation better, but it was difficult. It was dark inside, but she could see them kissing — but it had been more than that. Their bodies were moving — rubbing against each other.

Even in her upset, Tami had also been confused. Who is she with? Aren’t all the boys watching the match?

Tami saw the one hand slided down trying to find the opening at Ashleys blouse, at her waist. At this, Ashley pushed the hand aside, but its owner attempted the same move again after only a couple of moments.

Ashley was obviously being pressed against her will here. Should she intervene?

Ashley attempted to stop that hand one more time, but with less conviction. The hand succeeded at creeping under the top and finding Ashley’s breast. Once it had, the pair’s legs became even more entangled, and their body’s frictive movements became more rhythmic. It’s like they’re in sync, like they’re both getting more out of it because of that. Looks like nobody needs rescuing after all.

Tami felt ashamed of her friend, and of herself spying. She also couldn’t understand why she was so disappointed that Ashley hadn’t needed her help. She turned to the side and ran away as tears started to blur her vision.

Training the next morning was extra hard. She was used to bad sleeping bringing hard days, but this was different. She had been beaten down even by those who had a lower belt than her. She took her extra routine after training was over. Partially, for the sake of strength. Also to get a much emptier changing room.

She quickly put on her jeans first, then took her gi jacket off. She looked at her naked upper body in the lavatory mirror. Her dark hair — down, passing her shoulders — had some minor waves, which was not common for one with hidden, monolid eyes. She remembered herself from a few years prior. Her breasts had never been big and worth touching, as other girls’ had been.

She shook her head, then — almost violently — trying to dispel those thoughts. Don’t ruin the training high. Not one more thought about boobs — mine, Ashley’s, or anyone else’s. Not one more thought about any other body parts, either — and especially not anomalous ones. She turned away from the mirror and put the rest of her clothes on.

Walking home, she was not in the mood for the radio. She did not want to be reminded about what she was missing in life. She called her family instead.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hi darling, so nice hearing from you! How are you doing?”

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“I’m OK, Mom, thanks.”

“How’s life? Adapting to the big city?”

“Well, my, social life is improving. I hung out with some friends yesterday — my neighbor, Ashley, and some of her friends.”

“Oh,” her mother said, her tone becoming cryptic in a way that Tami found all too familiar. “Remember always to take care.”

There were some subjects of discussion — of Tami’s education — that had always been uncomfortable for her Irish mother, who’d retreated to cowardly code phrases, but would deploy them incessantly. Tami had been well aware that ‘taking care’ had meant being on the pill, or using some other type of protection.

You don’t need protection if you never get laid.

Menstruation had only begun for Tami a year earlier or so, and her mother, for all her discomfort, had developed a fixation on it. Tami had not had a normal puberty, so she had started treating herself with estrogen at a late age. She’d had to do it herself, as she had not gotten much help from her family doctor. Lately, she could not find any more pills, and she’d finished her last blister a few months prior. Still, her cycles, irregular as they were, had not stopped. Her mother knew little about this.

“Mom, I wonder…. You told me you knew nothing about my biological family. Is that really true, Mom?”

“Sea! No information was given at the orphanage. Why? What’s going on…? We believed that one of your biological parents was non-Japanese. We never ran any gen study on you. And we picked you up before you were three years old. We knew you were special when we first saw you. It was love at first sight! We never heard about siblings or other family members. We lost contact with the orphanage after we left Japan. Sorry.”

“Do you know if my…. deformity is the reason they gave me away?”

“Nooo! Don–g”

A notification about another incoming call made it difficult to hear. It was an unrecognized number, so she dismissed it.

“… are special,” were the next words from her mom that she heard clearly. “We love you. Would you like to come home for the rest of the weekend? Take some time off from the big city?”

“Don’t think so, Mom… well, I’ll think about it. Nice talking to you. Hug Dad for me. Bye.”

She arrived at her small apartment and took a shower, hoping to clear her mind of impure thoughts at the same time. It hadn’t gone well.

Why am I not into boys — or girls, or whatever I can get? It’s not like I’m a religious freak or a prude or whatever. I’m not even really afraid of being rejected.

Her hand caressed her breasts. It felt nice. She then thought about her earlier– unsuccessful, yet curious — attempts at touching herself that had only brought intense, cramp-like, feelings leaving her scared and ashamed.

Once out of the shower, her phone had another missing call from the same number and it was actively ringing yet again. She decided to pick up.

“Have I reached Tami Fukushima?”

“Yeah that’s me. Who is it?”

“We are calling from the FIFA World Cup lottery. You have won tickets for the final, including flight tickets for yourself and a friend!”

That’s how, several weeks later, she found herself about to land in El Pat.

The fasten seat belt lights went on when an excited Ashley exclaimed, “Oh Tami, we are landing soon! I still can’t believe you chose me. Thanks again!” Then her voice shifted, sounding almost maternal for a moment.”You slept most of the flight! You looked so peaceful.” Just like that, however, the excited Ashley returned. “OK, we have only a weekend here, but let’s get the most out of it! You still haven’t told me which of my ideas you prefer for this evening!”

Tami had not. She had not even been able to bring up her own questions — ones that she’d been struggling with — or avoiding — for some weeks. She looked over her shoulder to the teenager sitting behind them, then at the old lady with glasses on the other side of the aisle. They seemed to be minding their own business — a phone, and a crossword, respectively.

“I do not know!” she replied to her friend. “I guess a tapas place after we check in? Tami tried to get a handle on her anxiety. “Mmh… Ashley, you’ve been here before. I heard you did a lot of partying.”

“That was during high school, and yes — and that was Ibiza. I imagine Barcelona is going to be different — especially now, because of the World-Cup craziness. But here we are, and neither of us even watch the matches!”

“Yeah, uh… have you ever, you know, regretted it the morning after?”

“Yeah, hehe — the hangover, you mean?”

“No… yes… I meant more about regretting certain things that you do — did.” She could not sort her thoughts right or pinpoint what was actually bothering her. Was it Ashley’s promiscuity? Or was it that Tami could never match her friend’s seductive power? Or maybe it was being afraid at the thought that seduction would arise from inside? Does being promiscuous make someone more attractive?

“Tami, Relax. I make my own choices — not the alcohol. And yes, sometimes the choices I make lead me somewhere a little sketchy. There are always risks. There is no risk-free choice, ya know. Not partying is also a choice, and one with high risk — risk of missing out! Risk of getting old without living — without knowing what it’s like to actually do anything! But listen up, girl, I know you think I’m out here playing the field, but that’s not me. I ain’t no easy catch. It’s not just about finding the right one, but I take my time and I’m cautious. Of course, don’t go blabbing to everyone that I’m not a giant slut. I’ve got my reputation to think of.” Ashley had given her friend a goofy grin and gently hit her shoulder.

Tami nodded, but Ashley’s words had done little to assuage her. If anything, they’d highlighted the dilemma.

Other impressions soon took over: the warm climate and the vibrant atmosphere, the streets filled with people chatting, laughing and enjoying their day, and the colorful buildings and architecture.

“You’re taking forever in there!” Tami shouted from the comfort of her room’s twin bed. “Let’s get going! I’m starving!”

The bathroom door opened, and a half-naked Ashley emerged, towels spinned around her body and hair.

Yeah, no, Tami had thought to herself, she doesn’t even know what the word ‘rejection’ means.

Tami knew she could’ve taken in an eyeful, but instead she averted her gaze. Tami would not show herself naked, so she felt that it would have been unfair, separate and apart from anything else. Then again, girls are naked with girls, right? Despite her own mind arguing with itself, Tami had forced herself to look — however distractedly — out the window towards the promenade and the sea below.

Her friend dug into her suitcase, making a mess on her twin bed. Eventually, the sound of a towel hitting the floor alerted Tami. Ashley’s diffuse reflection on the window revealed that she was standing with her back to her friend. Tami peeked over her shoulder and discovered Ashley sliding a black thread up her ass. That’s supposed to be… underwear?