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The Girl Next Door 2: Cheerleading Practice By Don Gordon The story so far: I'm Martin Suncrest, an American, a translator living and working out of a cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful Japanese schoolgirl, with her mom and dad. Without really intending to, I have discovered a secret about Mayu: she has a great body but no love of underwear. One afternoon, I spotted her out in her backyard in a thigh-length t-shirt and not much else, and even ran into her and her best friend Megumi late one night at a convenience store in the same outfit. I keep trying to focus on my work, but I'm finding it hard to get Mayu off of my mind.
A few days later, I got an email from my friend John. He wanted to know where I got the picture I sent him of Mayu half naked beside her house. He seemed incredulous. Oh well. I'll worry about him later. But how on earth am I ever going to get to talk to Mayu herself? By luck, one afternoon not long afterward, I managed to stumble on her. It was hot in my apartment, so I packed up my laptop, and headed out for a nearby park, Komazawa Olympic Park. It was built for the Olympics, so it has all kinds of facilities: an outdoor swimming pool, tennis courts, an archery range, and two baseball diamonds, all in a pleasant treed setting. On the edge of the park, there is even an interesting little art gallery. Tucked away in the back, there are a few peaceful corners with shaded picnic tables where I sometimes go to relax, and enjoy the breeze on hot summer days. Anyway, I picked out my spot, and took out my laptop intending to work. Before long, I heard voices, girls coming this way. I turned, and a group of ten or so girls dressed in t-shirts and red gym shorts ("bloomers") came parading by. Maybe it's some kind of after-school activity or club. As I looked closer, I realized that Mayu was among them. They must be her school's cheerleading team come to practice in the park. They walked by gabbing away. My curiosity piqued, I turned and watched them head off into the trees. Just short of one of the buildings, they turned, and disappeared out of sight behind a line of trees. I had work to do, but knowing Mayu was nearby I couldn't focus. I packed up my things, and went over to see what she was doing. They set down their things in a little grassy clearing surrounded by trees. They were a bubbly group, quite sporty looking in their tight gym uniforms. Some of them were chunkier than Mayu, but fit and athletic looking all the same. Many of them, Mayu included, had their long silky black hair tied up in ponytails to keep it out of their eyes I guess. They exuded a girlish innocence I found quite fetching. The place they had chosen was fairly secluded. Behind them, there were some bushes and then more trees blocking the view from the building. I reeled back in shock though as I suddenly realized they were intending to change into their cheerleading uniforms right here out in the open! Most of the group formed a little circle around the ones who were changing to shield them from view. The guards weren't that vigilant though, and from where I was standing, I could see well enough the girls who were changing. One after another, they would strip off their t-shirts, and quickly pull on their cheerleading tops. Their white sports bras fit snuggly over their pert breasts. Next, they would pull on their cheerleading skirts over their bloomers. The skirts were wide and flared and not terribly long, so as they pulled down their bloomers, I usually got a peek at their white cotton panties when they bent over. Mayu stood in the outer circle for a long time chatting with her teammates. Finally, it came her turn, and she moved to the center of the circle. Before she started to change though, she looked all around. As her gaze turned this way, I moved behind a tree, worried that she saw me. When I peeked back out, she seemed satisfied though, and quickly peeled off her t-shirt, and slid her cheerleader top on. I just caught a brief glimpse of her bra-covered tits, but they looked quite sizeable, filling out nicely her frilly white bra. She turned away from me, and quickly pulled on her skirt. She slid her hands inside it from the bottom, but then paused for a long time as if she were trying to get up her nerve. I'd seen her do this before at her house, so I already had a clue what she might be up to. She slid her bloomers down her silky thighs, but it took me a second to realize that she was sliding down her panties with them. With panties mid-thigh, she paused for a moment to straighten them out leaning forward enough for me to see her spankable bare bottom. She pushed her bloomers and panties down letting them fall to her ankles, and then daintily stepped out of them, briefly exposing her delectable ass again. Suddenly, a lot of the girls around her started breaking away, running off down the path. I looked over to see another girl walking across the field towards them. A couple of them called out, "Megumi!" and I finally recognized her as the girl in her pajamas from the convenience store the other night. Mayu hesitated, wondering what to do. She was now stuck out in the middle of this field in a short skirt but no underwear with no classmates to guard her. She leaned over flashing us her ass again, tucking her bloomers away into her bag. Once again, I was starting to get a very serious hard-on. Still pantiless, Mayu loped across the field to where Megumi was, her skirt bouncing up and down in rhythm as she walked. None of the other girls seemed to notice, but I was going cross-eyed just watching her. I was astounded by her bravery. She was now standing near the path and the building behind them. I stood watching with bated breath, worried she might get spotted by someone passing by. Eventually, they all came back, and the circle reformed, but Mayu stood there for a while gabbing away with Megumi. It was stifling hot, but every time the breeze kicked up, her skirt would flutter up exposing her precious bottom again. Mayu was standing with her legs wide apart slowly rotating her hips as if she was savoring the felling of the breeze on her sensitive little pussy. I could tell she was getting horny too. She looked ecstatic. Eventually, they were all almost ready, so Mayu rushed into the middle of the group, bent over again, and dug her panties out of her bag. She turned to face this way, and lifted up one leg to slide her panties on, giving me a brief glimpse of her pussy. Once she'd got the other leg through she stood there for moment with her panties hanging mid-thigh, and was fiddling with something up inside her skirt. Their male coach came out, so she quickly pulled her panties up, not a moment too soon. He looked like a tough cookie, and set them to work warming up. I backed away, but continued to watch. I liked how they warmed up, one girl lifting up the other girl's leg as high as it would go, and holding it there. They didn't seem to find this strange at all, but I couldn't help staring at their crotches. Fit little scamps they are. Their cheerleading routines were pretty impressive too. They had this one routine where three girls would throw one of the lighter girls up in the air, and hold her standing on their shoulder for a few seconds. When she came tumbling back down, her skirt would billow up in the wind, exposing her panties. I wondered if Mayu had ever done the same stunt without her panties. That would sure be something! Anyway, before I knew it, they'd finished. They grabbed their stuff, and headed off to the showers. I hung around a while longer, but couldn't find them again. I still couldn't get over how brave little Mayu was to run around the park commando. I guess I was the only one watching them, but if they did this kind of thing regularly, they'd probably attract quite an audience. Maybe that's why they'd come to the park: to get away from the boys at their school. After that day, I didn't see Mayu for the next few weeks. The whole thing was really getting to me though. I had to find some way to talk to her. I finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and try to chat with her mother. I'd seen her around on the street on the way to the train station a few times, although I doubt she knew we were neighbors. I started bowing to her every time we passed on the street, saying, "Konnichi wa. (Hello)." She seemed pretty surprised the first time, but after I'd done it a few more times, she eventually started greeting me back. I was always on my best behavior, trying to be friendly. Eventually, I bumped into the two of them, Mayu and her mother together, in a nearby supermarket. "Konnichi wa," I said bowing my head slightly. "Konnichi wa," her mom answered back smiling. "Dare? (Who's that?)," Mayu whispered in her mom's ear. Taking this as a signal, I introduced myself. "Martin Suncrest to moushimasu. Hajimemashite. (My name is Martin, Martin Suncrest. Nice to meet you)." "Sankuresuto-san desu ka? (Your name is Suncrest?)," her mom replied a bit uncertainly. "Hai, sou desu. Tonari desu yo ne, watashitachi. (Yes, that's right. We're neighbors, aren't we?)" I immediately wondered if that didn't sound suspicious in itself, but they made no sign. "Eeee? Nihongo jouzu desu ne. (Oh my. You speak Japanese so well)." People always say this even if they don't always mean it. "Sono koto nai desu yo. (No, not at all)," I denied, trying to appear humble. "Waei hon'yaku no shigoto wo shite imasu node, mou chotto jouzu ni naranai to. (I'm a Japanese to English translator, so I really should study more)." Both of them seem impressed and amused to have found a Japanese-speaking foreigner. "Eigo desu ka. Amerika no kata? (English? Are you American?)" "Hai. (Yes)." They looked at each other, obviously making some kind of connection I couldn't yet guess. "Uchi no ko wa ima juken de eigo wo benkyou shite imasu. Zenzen dame desu kedo ne. (My daughter here is studying English for her university entrance exams. She's hopeless though)." I knew she was just being modest, but it gave me just the opening I'd been looking for. "Oshiemashou ka. (I could teach her if you'd like)." "E? Hontou desu ka. Demo isogashii deshou. (Really? But you must be very busy)." "Iyee. Moshi yoroshikereba, yorokonde. (No, not at all. If you'd like, it would be my pleasure)." Mayu looked up at me, wide-eyed with curiosity. "Ja, onegai shiyou kashira. (Then maybe we should take you up on your offer)." I gave them my phone number and my email address, urging them to call. They both bowed low as they walked off, seemingly a bit overwhelmed at having talked with a westerner. Well, anyway, at last, I'd made contact with Mayu. Maybe a week or so later, I got a phone call from Mr. Hamada, Mayu's father. This made me nervous, but he turned out to be more approachable than I would have guessed. Mayu had a brother, and the four of them had lived in the States for a year when Mayu was young. This explained the knowing look the mom had given Mayu when I said I was from the States. Mr. Hamada invited me to come over to their house, so we could work out the details. We arranged a time, and then said goodbye. I was so excited. I could barely believe it - me getting to teach Mayu. It was almost to good to be true. I could hardly wait. The day finally came. I showed up at their door at the appointed time, and Mr. Hamada escorted me into their dining room. He and Mayu sat across the table from me, but he did all the talking with Mayu just staring down meekly at the table. He grilled me on my academic background. Did I have any teaching experience? How much did I charge? I almost felt like telling him I'd do it for free, but realized this wouldn't sound right. I chose a reasonable sounding figure, and slowly the topic changed to more relaxing matters. He asked how I'd come to Japan, and told me about their time in the States. He turned out to be quite the globe trotter with pictures and souvenirs of the places he'd been to. The whole time I was there Mayu didn't say a single word. I wondered how she felt about being made to study English with me, but there was no way to tell. She avoided my gaze. Still her mother and father seemed happy with me. I hope I hit it off with Mayu too. The next weekend, it finally came time for our first lesson. I knocked, and both Mr. and Mrs. Hamada came to the door to greet me. They called Mayu out from her room. She was dressed very casually, in track pants and a t-shirt, but still looked cute as always. They invited me into their dining room for some tea and more chat. The father loved to talk. Mayu just sat there shyly sipping her green tea. I finished my tea. Mr. Hamada seemed to want to talk some more, but Mrs. Hamada rescued us suggesting Mayu and I should go off, and study. Mayu stood up, and led me off to her bedroom. It was decorated in pinks and frilly curtains, quite feminine and neat. She plopped herself down on her bed. "Douzo yoroshiku onegai shimasu. (Kindly grace me with your favour)," she said solemnly bowing her head low. "Kochira koso. (No, rather it is I...)" These were the standard Japanese pleasantries. I felt awkward being treated in such a formal manner, but there was no denying that we were near complete strangers. Trying to lighten the mood, I sat down in the only chair, and tried to shift to a more friendly tone. "De gakkou de dou nandai? Umaku itteiru? (So how's your schoolwork going? Well?)" It turned out she was getting good marks in her English class, but couldn't really speak at all. Their class seemed to be all about reading and translation. "Ikita eigo wo benkyou shitai. (I want to study living English)." I nodded, a bit amused by her choice of words. Living? In what way? "Tatoeba? (For example?)" I asked trying not to smiile. She dug out her English textbook out, and handed it to me. "Tatoeba, nanashou wo mite. (For example, take a look at Chapter 7)," she answered. I opened the book, and glanced at the heading: parts of the body. I looked over at her a bit surprised that she'd want to start here. What was she up to? "Kyoukasho ni kaite inai bubun mo aru n desu kedo, (There are some parts not in the text)," she went on calmly. I raised an eyebrow. Her door was still open, so I got up, and closed it. I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I certainly didn't want an audience, listening in. "What parts do you know?" I asked in my best teacherly tone of voice. "Nani, nani? (What?)," she asked, not understanding my English. "Ima made donna bubun wo benkyou shita no? (What parts have you studied so far?)" "Nnn, tatoeba eruboo toka fingaa toka rippusu...(Well, for example, elbow and fingers and lips...)." As she said this, she pointed to each place in succession, pausing and looking deep into my eyes as she said 'lips.' I stared back at her for a moment stunned by her forwardness. She had such soft feminine looking lips, so inviting and kissable. I shook my head, realizing that this might not be the best way to start our lessons. She was quite the temptress though obviously. She lay down on her bed, and innocently looked over at me. Her t-shirt clung tightly to her pert breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Her track pants hung fairly low on her curvy hips. "Oheso wa eigo de nan te iu ka wakarimasu ka? (Do you know what a navel is called in English?)" I asked trying to sound professional. She lifted up her t-shirt, and showed me her bellybutton. "Wakannai. (I don't know)." "Bellybutton." "Beribotan," she repeated. She got out her note book, and lying face down on her bed, wrote it down. "Abara wa? (What about ribs?)" I asked. She tilted back towards me, and lifted up her t-shirt to show me her ribs as well. She had a splendidly flat tummy from cheerleading I guess. "Ribu." "Pinpon. (That's right.)" "Hora hora. Tabemono no ribu aru deshou. Dakara shitteiru. (Yeah, yeah. They serve ribs in a restaurant. That's how I know)," she told me proudly. I laughed, pleased she seemed to be getting the hang of this. "Oppai wa? (What about 'breasts'?)" I asked hoping she might show those to me as well. She thought for a moment, but finally decided not to. I taught her "breasts," and she dutifully wrote it down in her notebook. I watched her, absolutely fascinated - the way she batted her eyelashes, and licked her lips before putting all of her concentration into writing out the words. I rolled my chair over closer to her bed, and touched her on the heel of her bare foot. "Kakato wa? (What about 'heel'?)" The skin on the soles of her feet was so soft. She wrote down 'heel,' and then I slowly went up her leg touching each part in turn: ankle, calf, knee and thigh. She didn't object to my touching her, but just kept on dutifully writing down each part in her notebook. I stared down at her hips. They seemed much wider than most of the schoolgirls I'd seen here, but she had the same slender waist. I could still remember the shape of her rear from seeing it in the park. Unable to contain my curiosity, I reached out, hooked my finger into her waistband, and pulled it down peeking in on her bare behind. "Sensei, yada. Nani shitenno? (Mr. Suncrest, ah! What are you doing?)" She seemed surprised, but kept her voice low enough so that her parents wouldn't hear. Apparently, she doesn't mind my checking her out. That makes sense given her exhibitionist tendencies. I had seen her rear before, but never from so up close. It looked so soft, hairless and cushiony. I pictured what it would be like to slide into her from behind. She wriggled her ass back and forth trying to get me to let go. My cock had gone rock hard. "E? Doushite pantsu wo haiteinai n desu ka? (How come you're not you wearing panties?)" I asked. "Datte ie no naka da mon. ('Cause I'm at home now)." I let go of her waistband, and it snapped back. She quickly pulled it up around her waist. "Sensei wa ie no naka pantsu haku no? (Mr. Suncrest, do you wear underpants when you're at home?)" I heard the question, but it didn't really register. I was still thinking about her ass. "Sensei? Sensei? Daijoubu desu ka. (Mr. Suncrest? Mr. Suncrest? Are you all right?)" Just at that moment, there came a knock at the door. Mayu and I both stared over at the door nervously. "Ocha demo dou desu ka. (I thought you might like some more tea)." The door opened, and it was Mayu's mom carrying a tray. How long had she been standing there? Had she overheard our conversation? To be continued Martin Suncrest If you liked this story, please drop me a line using the form below:
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