Dakota was spending her fourth week of an 8-week exchange program thru her college in the USA. She was living and working in Tokyo, Japan.

She sat alone in her shared dorm style room in a downtown Tokyo youth hotel; looking at a now dog-eared and tattered magazine she had brought form home. This was Kota's second time abroad and she had somehow forgotten how hard it was. She'd forgotten how culture shock and homesickness takes a hold of you. Despite how nice everyone was being to her, she still missed her home country. She seemed to miss the simple things, like the familiar sound of an English speaking voice and the easiness of walking to a newsstand and having all the magazines to choose from in English. Here in Japan Kota (as friends sometimes called her) was ecstatic if she was able to find a single copy of USA Today in English. Dakota enjoyed her job and school in Tokyo immensely. She was a teacher of English as a foreign language to small children. She had a favorite form of teaching, thru music. She would teach the kids silly songs.
She couldn't describe how amazing it felt to see and hear these small children on the schoolyard singing " Six Little Ducks That I Once Knew". It truly made her feel as though her whole trip to Japan was worthwhile.

Still the empty feeling of homesickness sometimes overwhelmed her. She put down her magazine and pulled out some pictures of her family she had brought from home. Kota was very close to her family and she missed them immeasurably. Even though she had made some friends here in Tokyo, she was slowly beginning to be comfortable. As she looked at the pictures and thought about home she felt a tear fall down her cheek. "Oh no," she thought, "I can't do this." Minutes later her Japanese roommate Kiko came running into the room. Kiko was fluent in English, which was good since Kota was not totally fluent in Japanese.

Kiko was a very petite Japanese girl, who wore her long black hair in a braid down her back, and glasses on her pretty face. Kiko and Kota got along very well. They shared a love of music. Kiko had a fascination with western music particularly one group, The Backstreet Boys. Kota and Kiko promised each other they would go to see their upcoming concert together.

A few weeks later....

Kiko came running into the room after her classes yelling Dakota's name in her thick Japanese accent.
"DAKOTA!!!!!!" She waved the flyer in Kota's face. Kota grabbed the flyer from her hand. Before Kota could read it, Kiko shouted out BACKSTREEEEEET BOOOOYS!!! " They are coming to the Tokyo Dome next week Thursday, we have to go!!!" She demanded. "Ok, ok," said Dakota, "we'll go I promised you I would. I like the Backstreet Boys too." " We will try to meet them too," said Kiko, " I want to meet Kevin." "Ok," said Dakota. She had met the BSB twice in America but was not sure how confident she felt in Japan.

Next week came very quickly. Kiko and Kota got dressed up and went to the Tokyo dome. Kota stuck out in the crowd very obviously, among all the Japanese girls. The guys looked soooo hot and she so badly wanted to scream HOWIE!!!!!! But Japanese music fans did not do that. They were very quiet, pristine and proper during the performance. It was very different from a concert back home.

After the concert, Kiko pulled Kota by her hand to a back parking lot where 5 black tour busses were parked. Kiko wanted to meet Kevin. She wanted to meet Howie also. She also thought that maybe Howie would notice a brunette American girl among all these screaming some even crying Japanese girls. Kiko was very excited about the possibility of meeting Kevin.

After about a half an hour, Kota saw Howie walking towards his bus. Kiko and Dakota sat patiently on the sidewalk. Howie smiled and looked at Kota with a peculiar look as if she looked funny. " Howie, can you come here a sec," said Kota. Howie stopped and looked over at her with a puzzled look on his face but walked towards her without hesitation. "Your not Japanese," he said. " No I'm American," sighed Kota, no longer able to hold back the tears.

Howie gently placed his hand on Kota's shoulder, "What's the matter baby?" "You don't know how wonderful it is to hear someone speak English," she said. Dakota could see the concern and compassion in Howie D's eyes as he reached out to hug her. " Do you want to come up to my bus and to my hotel to talk a while," he said. "Could I," Kota sobbed. Howie nodded then opened the door to his bus to the two girls.

Kiko was in awe being on a tour bus. "May I take a picture of your bus Howie," she asked. "Sure," said Howie, more interested in trying to calm Dakota's crying. "Howie I'm sorry," sobbed Kota. "Sorry for what, believe me, I know how it feels to be homesick.

"What's your name and what are you doing in Japan?" Howie enquired. "I am a teacher teaching English to 2nd graders," she said. "My name is Dakota, but all my friends call me Kota." "Kota," ha said, " That's a pretty name."

Howie sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him for her to sit down. She sat down next to him and he put his arm around her shoulders stopping to wipe some of her tears off her cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Kota, I have to go to work," said Kiko. "Are you ok? I've never seen you cry about home before." "She'll be ok Kiko." Howie said, "She's just a little homesick." Kota began to sob again at the word homesick. "OOOh," said Howie as her hugged her tightly. Kiko gave Kota her camera and asked her to take a picture of Kevin if she saw him. "Ok," said Kota. Kiko then left yelling Kota you be safe with Howie D! Kota giggled.

Howie looked at her with his big brown eyes and said, " You laughed." "Yes, it's funny to hear how she talks sometimes," Kota said. "Ya know," said Howie, it is nice to hear a girl speak English." Kota smiled at him and took his hand into hers, "You don't know how much it means to me to speak English to someone who truly understands it, to have your shoulder to cry on, but I guess I better go."

"No," said Howie, "Please stay." "You want me to stay," she said. "Yea," said Howie, I'm kind of lonely and homesick too. I am in Japan for four weeks." "Me too," exclaimed Kota, "Four more anyway." Just then the tour bus began to move thru the crowded Tokyo streets. "Good," said Howie, "Then you can stay with me until I leave. Until we both leave he corrected." "Can I kiss you?" he asked. Kota didn't give him a chance she touched her lips to his.

Howie gently put his tongue between Kota's lips and moved it gently around hers. As they kissed she realized that she felt a little better. She was glad that he was going to help her overcome her culture shock.

His hands began to touch her putting it on her neck continuing to kiss her. Asking every once in a while "Are you OK?" "Yes," Kota would answer. He gently began to caress her breasts thru her tight purple silky shirt. He could feel her nipples harden as he touched them. Dakota was beginning to relax as Howie caressed her soft skin and held her close to him.

The moving tour bus suddenly came to a halt, causing Dakota to jump. Howie laughed and kissed her once more before jumping to his own feet. He grabbed Dakota's hand then, warned her of the screams that they were about to face. Exiting the bus with Dakota in tow firmly gripping his hand, they walked right thru all the screaming girls lining the street in front of his hotel.

As she walked thru the screams she felt very close to Howie. She truly felt that he wanted he to be there. She felt like his girlfriend. They entered the lobby of the posh hotel and ran to the elevator going up to the 14th floor.

Still clenching onto his hand...Dakota stopped in the middle of the hallway. Howie stopped and looked at her with a questioning look in his beautiful brown eyes. It was as if he could read her very thoughts and almost see into her soul. He put his hands on her face and gently kissed her lips. Eagerly Dakota forced her tongue into his mouth. Dakota really, really wanted to feel his body against her, not to mention inside of her, after that little game he had started on the tour bus.

"Kota, you are so cute," Howie mumbled against her neck. Feeling him holding her was exactly what Kota wanted. Howie picked her up and carried her in his arms to his hotel room, kissing her fiercely as he fumbled with the keycard in the door. They got inside the suite door. Once again they hungrily kissed each other continuing the crazy game they had begun a few minutes ago.

He eagerly put his hands under her shirt, pushing aside her lacy bra. Carefully, touching her hard pink nipples with his warm hands. He pulled her shirt over her head, bent down, and started to lick, suck and taste her. Kota reached down between his legs to feel the rock hardness inside his jeans. She fought with his zipper to touch his dick. Once the zipper was down she reached her hand down, Gently she began to stroke and caress the massive length of him. Howie let out a slight sigh as she touched him. He began to fumble himself to get Kota's clothes off while trying to pull his own shirt off over his head.

No stranger to what was next, Kota fell to her knees and slowly took him into her mouth first gently licking the tip of his hard cock. Moving around so slowly and carefully, as she moved her mouth up and down.
Finally, she took his whole length inside her warm mouth. She thought to herself this always gets a reaction from a man. Howie sighed and yelled, "AHHHHH Kota!!!!" He grabbed her hair at the base of her neck yelling once again, "Kota, OH MY GOD! DON'T STOP!!!!" pulling at her hair. "I'm gonna cum!!!!" Howie announced. Dakota kept going, "OOOOOOOOH!" "AHHHHHHHHH!!!" " OH GODDDDDDDD!!!!" yelled Howie as he exploded into her mouth. Running his hands thru her hair, Kota looked up at him with the same puppy dog look he had given her a few moments before. Howie smiled and kissed her with much enthusiasm, still able to taste himself on her lips. He pulled her up to her feet.

Holding her naked body against his, they laid on his king size bed together just holding each other tightly. Dakota was content lying there with him.

Not truly knowing what the future held for she and him but content in the moment that in his embrace she felt safe, cared for and most important she finally felt at home in a world so different from what she really knew as home!