More Japanese Internet Sex Confessions

Translated & Edited by Kim Little

Copyright © 2023 Kim Little

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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older

All characters involved in intimate encounters in this work are aged eighteen years or older.

Introduction & Translation Notes

Osananajimi  is a noun which is usually translated as ‘childhood friend’, although there is more cultural nuance attached than just merely a friend from one’s childhood. Osananajimi  are those who have known each other well since they were very young, and share such a breadth and depth of common and foundational experiences that their intimate connection transcends other friendships. In Japanese popular media, childhood friends or osananajimi  are a common trope in romantic or erotic tales.

Why choose this as a theme for the next volume of Confessions ? Being a tragic idealistic romantic myself (which will be evident to anyone who has read my original works), there is some appeal to the thought of a couple realising their feelings are deeper than mere friendship. There is also no shortage of material from which to draw, although I looked at close to a hundred confession posts on different forums and aggregators before choosing the five that make up this volume.

All of these stories are true.

Allegedly.

Japanese message boards are different to those you might be experienced with. Posting is almost always anonymous, with the OP (original poster) being identified only by the serial number of their post. If you’ve ever spent any time on a ‘ chan ’ type website, you’ll understand the dynamic; all of those imageboards run servers based off the software that ran the original Japanese 2-Channel (known generally as ‘2-Chan’).

The anonymity means that people feel free to be their worst selves. Or to confess their darkest secrets. I was trawling around on some Japanese message boards looking for information about some Japanese adult video actresses when I found the ‘aiken  or ‘experience’ section of a particular message board. This led me to produce the first volume  of Japanese Internet Sex Confessions . The positive reception to that prompted me to do a follow-up, although this time with a more focussed theme; childhood friends.

I have professionally engaged with Japanese language and culture for almost twenty years as a translator, interpreter, teacher, and cultural liaison. The authors of these original forum posts were literally sharing their experiences (or fantasies) and probably one-handed typing. They are not professional (or even amateur) writers by any means. They certainly weren’t going back to edit their stories for clarity or consistency.

For those interested, on average, the final edited English translation is about 30% longer than the original Japanese literal translation. My process for this volume has been to do a complete basic translation pass of the Japanese into English, then go back and heavily edit the initial English translation so that more characterisation comes through, incorporating implied or inferred information that would be known to a Japanese audience in order to make the final version work for English speakers.

Consider this literally translated source from one of the tales in this volume:

"Why didn’t you come home at all?"

"Huh? Misaki will understand when she goes to the city."

"Is it that interesting?"

"Well, it's completely different from here."

"Hmm... Kazu, you're kind of flashy."

"Really?"

“Yeah, something of Kazu changed after going to the city.”

"Misaki has changed a lot, she has become more feminine."

"Not really."

"Now you are."

And the translated result:

“Why didn’t you ever come back home?”

“Well, it was pretty far. And compared to here… I guess you’ll find out when you go to the city yourself.”

“Is it that interesting?”

“Completely different from here, anyway.”

“Hmm… actually, you’re kind of different, Kazu.”

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You went off to the big city and changed."

“Huh. I went off to the big city and you changed a lot. You really turned into a girl.”

“I’ve always been a girl.”

“Yeah, but now you actually seem like one.”

In translating and editing these stories, I have taken the source material as the basis for producing short stories, preserving the sense of the original story but elaborating where necessary to fill in the gaps for the non-Japanese reader to avoid constant reference to footnotes or translation notes. I’ve tried to maintain the ‘Japanese-ness’ of the source text wherever possible, but balanced this with the need to ensure it works in English. The aim was to create an English translation that immerses the reader and brings them along with the protagonist in a sensual tale.

I hope I have succeeded.

Please enjoy.

Kim Little
Osaka, July 2023

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My Childhood Friend Came Dressed As Santa

I was in the third year of senior high school. My parents’ business had opened a new store near the train station, but the apartment upstairs needed serious renovations before our family could move in. We have a large family, but there weren’t too many housing options around to rent for only a few months during the rebuilding works. Since I had turned eighteen recently, my parents decided to rent two smaller apartments.

Because I would be graduating high school in a few months and planned to move away to study, they said I could treat it as a trial run. So, I lived by myself and used to go to my parents’ apartment in the next building for meals a few times a week.

It was Christmas Eve. I had been at my parents’ apartment with my family, eating Christmas cake and fried chicken. It was getting late and was cold outside by the time I returned to my place. I sorted my laundry for a trip to the coin laundry downstairs tomorrow, had a shower, and started to get ready for bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock. It was just before eleven. I wondered what it could be at such a late hour. Surely not my parents; they would have just called my cell phone.

I cracked open the door and looked outside.

Standing there was Yuki. We had gone to the same elementary school, but had been friends since junior high school, when we were in our delinquent Yankee phase. She was a week older than me – something she always liked to remind me of when we’d been skipping school, or smoking cigarettes under the expressway bridge by the river.

"Yuki? What the hell do you want at this hour?"

"Hurry up and let me in! It's bloody freezing out here!"

Depending on the way you look at her, or the mood she’s in, Yuki can seem sweet and cute, or she can come across like a sullen delinquent with a rotten attitude. She has a wide mouth and slightly round face. On this night, she was wearing a shapeless dark green duffle coat, holding it closed tight to her neck against the cold, with a calico carry bag over her shoulder.

She grabbed the door, shoving it open and pushing past me into the room. Because it was only temporary, my apartment was a single room with a bathroom and a tiny kitchenette near the door. I had an induction plate and a hot water pot, but not even a refrigerator.

She stood there looking around with a weird look on her face, clutching her coat to her. I decided that it must be delinquent Yuki who’d come to visit me. I pulled the door shut, cutting off the cold breeze that was blowing up the open stairwell.

“Yuki, what do you want? You should have called, it’s this late…”

“Merry Christmas!” she blurted out, dropping the coat to the floor.

I froze.

“Uh, w-what are you wearing?” I stuttered.

“Hang on,” she said, rifling through her carry bag. She pulled out a sparkly red Santa hat with fluffy white trim and put it on. “What does it look like I’m wearing?”

She stood there in the middle of my room, wearing long red gloves with white trim, red stockings with white trim over her knee (she’d clearly kicked off her shoes on the way in), and a red cloak with a white border that was closed around her neck with white pom poms.

“Uh, what the? What is this?”

"You can tell by looking at it, right? Merry Christmas!"

I stifled a laugh. She must have picked up on it.

"Hee hee hee. Isn’t it cute?" she said with a shimmy.

"Sure, cute. For a hooker in costume."

"Eww! Shunsuke, have you been going to sex clubs?" Her face scrunched up.

“No way! I’m too busy. I got serious when I started high school, you know.”

“No, I don’t know. You never come and hang out anymore. If you did go to a sex club though, maybe I would become a hooker…”

"No thanks!”

"Hey!” she grumbled. “Can’t you even be happy that a cute little Santa Claus came to see you?”

"This late? I could enjoy a hooker coming to see me this late, but Santa Claus? I dunno…"

“Now I know you’re not being serious… don’t play games with me, Shun.”

"I don't know what you mean,” I grinned. “So why are you here, Yuki?” I gestured at the bag lying on the floor next to her coat. “Did you bring me a present or something?”

“Oh,” her expression brightened. “Yeah, I did!” She reached down into the carry bag and pulled out a red and white Santa bag.

“Seriously?”

Yuki was fiddling with the tie on the bag, and then pulled out three gift boxes: one each of large, medium, and small. She lined them up in front of me. Then she pulled off the Santa cloak she was wearing.

“Woah!” I exclaimed.

Underneath the cloak she was wearing a small red bikini with red and white trim. It might have been underwear, but I couldn't tell the difference because sometimes the fabrics are the same. It was held closed around the neck, and back and sides with string. I was surprised at the amount of cleavage; although she wasn’t a built girl, she had quite large breasts for her small frame. Her body was surprisingly adult for a high-school student, even one a few months away from graduating.

When she bent over to put the cloak in the bag, I wasn’t sure where to look, even though I knew where I wanted to! She turned around and gave me a grin as she settled on her knees.

“Once again, Merry Christmas! Which do you prefer: large, medium, or small?”

I forced myself to calm down and play it cool, so she wouldn’t think she was getting to me. I sat down across from her.

"Uh, Yuki, isn't that the same choice from that folk tale about the sparrow getting its tongue cut out?"

"I don't remember the details,” she said, dismissively. “I've never been a good student of literature. Come on, hurry up and pick one."

Although I had pointed out how creepy her line about choosing was, I was still looking forward to a present, despite knowing full well how the story had turned out.

I seriously considered whether to choose the large, medium, or small present.

“Yuki, in the story about the tongue-cut sparrow, the old man who saved the sparrow was not greedy, so he chose the small gift and ended up with untold riches.”

"Eh? Really?”

She really has no idea! I stifled a laugh. Thank goodness a girl without smarts can still be this cute,  I thought to myself.

"May I check the weight of the box?" I asked.

"I guess I have to let you. But only this once."

It won’t be just once! There are three boxes!

I picked up the large box first.

"Huh? This is ridiculously light," I said. It was as if nothing was inside. “Isn’t this just an empty box? What are you trying to pull here?” I looked at Yuki with narrowed eyes. She pouted and puffed her cheeks and looked really upset with me.

“What are you saying? There is something in there! You’re so mean… shake it if you don’t believe me!”

Looking at her suspiciously, I shook the box. A soft rustling sound emanated from within. Something was inside, just as she’d said.

“I guess there is something in here after all,” I said, slowly putting the box down.

“I told you! Don’t make fun of me,” she sulked. She was still upset. I thought it was cute how honestly she expressed her emotions. I hadn’t expected such a large box to be that light, however.

Next, I checked the medium and small boxes. I should have known. They were both too light to actually contain anything. After the big box being so heavy, I expected a small box to be heaviest at least, just like in the tale. Yuki really didn’t understand the story at all. When I looked at Yuki’s face, for some reason I became worried.

“Shunsuke,” she began nervously, “Which one are you going to choose?”

What is this? Why is she so tense?

“Uhh… hang on… uhh…”

Yuki's nervousness increased even more. Her tension was palpable. I felt sorry for her, kneeling there almost naked, trying to play a game she didn’t really understand. Even if it was her idea.

I decided to just pick any box, finish whatever she was playing at, and let her go home.

”Okay! I choose… this one!”

I picked up the medium box. It didn’t matter which one I chose, really - either of the three would have done.

She let out a long breath that I hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Open it.”

I nodded. Dutifully I examined the beautifully wrapped box. She may not have known the story, but she’d certainly prepared her props with care. What could it be? I pretended to be nervous and grasped the end of the ribbon with mock-trembling fingers.

“Oh, oh…” I teased the bow open and slid it to the side. Then I lifted the lid from the box.

"An envelope?"

Inside was an envelope, heavy paper with a gold design embossed in it. It looked very high-end.

Yuki leant forward from where she was kneeling. I saw her hands worrying at the trim on top of her stockings, the knuckles white as she gripped the fabric. As my eyes moved up, my gaze caught momentarily in the valley of her cleavage before I noticed the two points pushing against the fabric of her top. I was spellbound until I heard her clear her throat. My eyes flicked up to meet hers, staring at me wide eyed. My mouth was dry. She spoke, softly and nervously.

"O-open it… r-read it out loud."

I turned the envelope over and removed a fancy card with more gold leaf on it. I opened it and read.

"’Merry Christmas, Shunsuke-chan! Your Christmas present from Santa is to lose your virginity with Yuki-chan!’" I read out slowly.

"Congratulations, Shun-chan! You're going to punch your v-card!" she said, clapping her hands together.

"Hey!" Who’re you calling a virgin?  I mean, I wasn’t going to complain because I was going to get some, but still!

If this was her game, I realised, all the boxes were probably the same. I was going to tell her, but she took one look at my face and lay down on my bed. She wriggled on the bed, loosening the strings of her bra and panties.

"Yes, Shun-chan. I’m your present!"

She said it cheerfully with bright eyes, but I could see that her smile was a bit forced and awkward. Maybe this was her way of telling me, in a roundabout way, that she liked me. What a complicated, convoluted confession! How much time did you spend planning this, Yuki?  I wondered. Maybe because we’d been so rough together when we were younger, her pride wouldn't let her say things like a regular girl could.

I thought it was surprisingly honest and cute, even if a little clumsy. And I was certainly falling in love with her swimsuit-model body.

My image of Yuki as the tomboyish delinquent I’d run around with in middle-school changed suddenly, shattering like the windows of the abandoned factories we used to hurl rocks at.

A brief silence ensued while we stared at each other. Yuki was the first to give in to the tension.

"Shunsuke,” she squirmed. “D-don't be so quiet. Say something..."

I took a breath.

“Uh… do you like me, Yuki?”

Even though she’d gone to all this trouble, she didn’t say anything. She just lay there on my bed, her barely-there costume half-undone, looking at me with wide eyes. Perhaps she was too embarrassed to.

I leant over her and put my lips to hers.

“Mmm.” I wasn’t sure if the moan came from her or me. For the longest moments, our mouths were pressed together, but although she didn’t resist, she barely reacted. Confused, I pulled away.

Her hands came up and pulled me back down, this time lifting her chin and kissing me soundly. We broke apart again and she sighed, happily.

"My first kiss was stolen by Shunsuke..."

Huh?! That was Yuki's first kiss? Does that mean she's a virgin too?

I looked down at her.

"I guess it was. I’m sorry, Yuki."

She shook her head.

“I’ll never forgive you,” she said. “Unless you do it a lot more.” She held her arms out to me. “Come here.” I didn’t know how far she was prepared to go, but I guess I was ready to find out. Besides, how could I resist such a perfect body in such a sexy Santa costume?

I knee-walked so I was poised above her. She pulled me down to her and we kissed again. She wrapped her arms around my neck. As our tongues battled violently, she moaned. I could hear her snuffling through her nose, breathing as we violated each other’s mouths.

“Nnn… ngh… uhh.”

I could feel her firm breasts pushing against my chest, rubbing against me as we made out. It was so erotic. I wanted to see them. I broke the kiss and raised myself up on my hands. I looked down at Yuki, her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were half closed. She looked up at me with a dazed smile. I grinned at her, stupidly. Then my gaze dropped to her chest.

“Yuki! When did your boobs get so big?”

Her chest wasn’t much wider than her narrow waist, but on her slender frame her breasts were impressively large. My already firm dick got harder in my pants.

"When I realised I was in love with Shunsuke, they just naturally got bigger."

"As usual, you're not telling the truth,” I grinned wryly. “How big are you?”

“E cup… but I’m still growing,” she blushed.”

“Can I… can I touch them?”

“I’m your present, right? So, you can do whatever you like with me,” she said huskily, shifting languidly beneath me. As she did, a glimpse of pink areola slipped out from the edge of the bra cup. I put my head down and kissed it, running my tongue over the nipple. Yuki groaned softly.

I pulled back and slid the fabric away, her well-shaped and soft-looking breasts springing free from the bra top, sitting proud on her chest to my stunned gaze.

"It's embarrassing,” she whined. “Don't look so intently."

Yuki, who is a delinquent and rough-as-guts who came to my apartment dressed like a call girl, is also a shy virgin who has just confessed nervously to the boy she likes in an elaborate but clumsy scheme–I couldn’t help but love her.

In my excitement, I grabbed onto her breasts. She let out a small cry, this time not of arousal. I hurriedly withdrew my hand. She blinked rapidly and grinned weakly at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said in a small voice.

“It’s okay,” she said. “A girl's breasts are delicate, so treat them gently," she said with a small smile.

"But…"

Yuki began to giggle.

"Wh-what is it?”

“It really is your first time too… so I’m happy I get to do it with you.”

I rubbed her breasts gently, feeling their weight in my hands. Yuki let out a small gasp.

“Ungh!”

Her breasts were soft but elastic. When I pressed in, they were so soft that my fingers sank in easily, but firm enough that they bounced back when I pulled away. I rubbed them gently so that she could enjoy the feeling. Little by little, I brought my fingers closer to her nipples, my thumbs grazing the areola so as not to touch the nipple directly and–

"Ah… Ungh…"

Her nipples became hard and stood out from her beautiful breasts. I let my fingers wander across her breasts while my thumbs rolled her nipples.

"Your breasts are amazing," I murmured. “So sexy and naughty!”

"Hng, ahh… you’re the naughty one... ah! Your way of massaging is so naughty!

I’m not going to tell her. She’s got me really turned on, but she’s got me a little pissed off too. I may be a virgin as well, but I’m an expert masturbator. I’ve read heaps in preparation for the day I lost my virginity, and it wasn’t all just online porn either.

I leaned down and blew gently on her proud nipples.

“Urgh!” Yuki’s breath caught in her throat.

I tickled her nipples with the lightest touch, like a safecracker teasing the tumblers of a bank vault.

“Ah, no… ugh…”

I let the tip of my tongue ride over the apex of each turgid nipple.

"Aaah! Ahhh!"

Yuki was twisting her body, trying to force her nipples against my hands or my mouth. I leant back, taking the contact away from her.

“You’re so evil! You’re killing me!” she moaned. I couldn’t resist any further. I leant down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth while my fingers tweaked her right.

“Unghhhh!” she choked out, her body rising from the bed. Her lower abdomen ground against my erect penis through our clothes. I switched breasts, my mouth devouring her right tit whilst my hand mailed her left. She wasn’t complaining about how rough I was being now! She shuddered against me.

“No more!” she murmured breathlessly. “It’s too much…”

I traced kisses down from her breasts across her softly heaving abdomen.

“This is the body you gave me as a gift, right?”

My hands slid down her body, my thumb gliding across her hips under the panties of her string bikini. I felt downy pubic hair, sparse across soft warm skin.

“Nooooo…” she moaned, as my tongue came down along the juncture of her thighs. Still, she spread her legs and I pulled at the string next to her hip. I could smell her. I ran my tongue along the inside of her leg towards her pussy. Unable to withstand the embarrassment, she put her hand down, hiding her crotch from me.

“Yuki,” I said gently. “Show me. Let me see how much you want me.” I put my hand on hers and with barely any resistance I slid it away. I could see the damp stains on the fabric of her panties. I looked at it, breathing in her scent. It was the most erotic thing I had ever smelt.

“No! Don’t look!” She sounded like she was going to cry from embarrassment. I put my hand on her thigh.

“This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I breathed. I gently laid my thumb on her slick pussy lip. Her breath caught and she shuddered. I pulled my thumb back slightly and her puffy folds opened, the love juice thick and overflowing.

“Nooooo,” she moaned, burying her face in her hands. I dove in, lapping up her pussy cream, slipping my thumb in and out of her slick tunnel. Her moans changed to rough gasps, rattling frantically as I licked at her sopping cunt. Suddenly she shuddered and let out an odd squeak. I took my face away from her flooded crotch.

“Hey, Yuki? Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she sighed. “But…”

“But what?”

“Nothing,”

“Can’t you be honest with me?” I was lazily massaging the opening of her pussy with my fingers.

“I’m not sure.”

“Not sure if you can be honest, or can’t be honest?” I slid a finger inside, flexing softly against her slick, wet flesh.

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose not. Either way, you’re still pretty cute.”

She grinned and then gasped loudly as my finger softly touched resistance.

“Oh! No! Not like that… I want... I want…”

I pulled my finger back a bit but wormed it a little more against the tight walls of her pussy.

“What do you want?”

“No! It’s too embarrassing!”

“Say it,” I said, firmly withdrawing my finger from its warm wet haven. Her hips humped fruitlessly at the air.

“I want it–you to… you know,” she whined.

“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”

“You know… do it with your… I want you to… ah!” She cried out in the sweetest combination of arousal and frustration.

“What do you want? Say it clearly,” I encouraged.

‘Shunsuke’s dick! Break it with your dick!” she moaned, throwing her hands over her face to cover her embarrassment.

“There,” I said, sitting back on my haunches. “Doesn’t it feel good to be honest?”

She lay on my bed, panting. The top of her string bikini was pushed up across the top of those amazing breasts, and her panties were hooked around one leg, the inside of the fabric showing a delicious looking creamy wet patch. Her chest was heaving which was doing wonderful things to her breasts and her puffy pussy lips were wet, flushed deep pink, and a thick creamy liquid was pooling at the bottom of her crack and dripping down towards her bumhole.

I pulled my jersey top over my head and threw it across the room. At the sound of it hitting the floor, Yuki spread the fingers covering her eyes apart, peeking out at me as I disrobed. When I slid my sweatpants down, my rock-hard cock bobbed and swayed as it popped free of its confines. Her hands fell away from her face, and she stared at my dick intently.

“Yuki,” I murmured, running my hand along her thigh. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but could you lick it a little and make it wet?” She ran her tongue over her lips and nodded quickly.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Actually, I wanted to do this with you for a long time. Come here.”

I straddled her hips as she leant forward. She kissed the tip with soft wet lips. I moaned. Tentatively, she ran her tongue around the edge of my foreskin, grazing the underside of my head. I shuddered, my dick twitched and suddenly the glans was in her mouth.

“Oh!” I took in a huge breath at the sudden sensations. I felt them all over my body.

Sooo good!

It seemed Yuki was paying me back for playing with her so much during her first experience. She grabbed onto my hips and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, sliding her mouth down the shaft and drawing her tongue along the underside as she withdrew. She was making lewd slurping sounds as she played with my pole like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever had in her mouth.

I put my hand against the wall to brace myself. The sensations were so amazing I thought I would fall over. I let out a long, low moan.

Yuki looked up at me with smiling eyes, then pulled my hips and tried to bury me deeper into her wonderful mouth. She began to hum in time with thrusts of her head, jacking me in and out of her mouth.

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…”

I could feel familiar tension rising in my legs and ball sack. If she kept up this pace, I knew I would soon unload into her waiting throat. I put my hands on her shoulders and stopped her.

“Stop! Yuki–urgh–Yuki! Stop!”

She pulled off my spit-sloppy tool with an erotic slurp.

“Why?” She sounded disappointed.

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