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The Girl Next Door 3: Lessons in Love By Don Gordon The story so far: I'm Martin Suncrest, an American translator living and working out of a cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, am enchanting Japanese schoolgirl, with her mom and dad. Without really intending to, I have discovered a secret about the shy Mayu: she is a bit of an exhibitionist. I caught her a couple of times, flitting around her yard, at a convenience store, in a park doing cheerleading practice, in miniskirts without the benefit of panties. I finally got up the nerve to approach her and her mother at a grocery store, and offered to teach her English. Today is my first day on the job. In her room, teaching her about the parts of the body, I got a bit carried away, and pulled open her track pants to take a peek at her scrumptious rear. Before I could apologize, her mother showed up bringing some tea.
Mayu sat up as soon as her mother came in, and looked down, letting her hair fall over her face. She was obviously unnerved, not so much at my peeking at her ass, as at her mother showing up. Every time, her parents were around she seemed to clam up tight. There's an old saying like that, isn't there? 'Children should be seen and not heard.' "Ara ma? Darashinai ne. (Oh dear. You look such a mess)," Mayu's mom chided her. "Chanto shita kakkou ni kigaereba. (Why don't you change into something more respectable?)" "A, hai. (Yes ma'am)," Mayu said bowing low, and then jumping up to obey. Mayu looked fine to me. A lot of American kids dressed in sweats and t-shirts, and I certainly wasn't offended. Mayu's mom was more worried about appearances. She needn't be. I'd been obsessed with Mayu for weeks. "Mayu no dekiguai wa dou desu ka. (How's Mayu's English?)," her mom asked me, while Mayu rooted around in her dresser for some suitable clothes. She bent way over to open the bottom drawer, and I found myself staring at her ass again. Even covered, it still looked mighty fine. "Sensei? (Mr. Suncrest?)" "A. Hai. A, jouzu, jouzu desu yo. (Oh, yes. It's good, quite good)." Having found her school uniform, Mayu turned her back to us, reached down, and grabbing the hem of her t-shirt at the sides, started pulling it up her back. Her mom noticed my eyes widening, and turned to see Mayu taking off her t-shirt right there in front of us. She'd got it half way up her back, when her mom cried out, "Mayu!" to get her to stop. "A, gomen, (Sorry)," Mayu blushed. She grabbed her skirt and blouse, and ran off to the bathroom across the hall. "Ano ko wa ne, tennenboke no tokoro ga aru kara, ki wo tsukenai to. (That girl can be a bit of an airhead sometimes. Have to be careful...)." Mayu's mom started telling me all about their misadventures during their time in the States. Most of these seemed to be related to their inability to speak English, but I wondered if Mayu hadn't got up to some other mischief while she was there. The bathroom door opened a crack, and Mayu peeked out. "Chotto shawaa abite ii? (Can I have a quick shower?)" "Hai, hai. Demo hayaku shite choudai. Sensei wa matte iru kara ne. (Yes, but hurry up! Mr. Suncrest is waiting)," her mother shouted back. She turned back to me, and continued with her story. Mayu hadn't quite shut the bathroom door, and it slowly creaked open. Mayu finally realized, and came running very embarrassed and very naked. Her mom noticed me staring, and turned, but by then Mayu had already shut the door. "Nanika? (Is there something wrong?)" "Iye. Douzo tsuzukete kudasai. (No. Please go on)." I couldn't get over what a jewel Mayu was. Even assuming that she hadn't left the door open on purpose, it was still a treat to see her running around naked with her mom right here. I tried to hide my erection. Mayu's mom continued to talk until her husband appeared at the door. "Mayu wa? (Where's Mayu?)" "Ima shawaa. (She's in the shower)." He came in to regale me with more stories of his travels. Eventually, Mayu emerged from the bathroom dressed in the white blouse and navy mini-skirt of her school uniform. Instead of coming in, she stayed out in the hall peering over nervously at us. As I looked closer, I realized she was blushing and holding her skirt steady with her hands. I'll be darned. She mustn't have taken any underwear with her into the shower. She stood there trembling slightly for quite some time, until her mom finally interrupted her father, "A! Benkyou no tsuzuki? Ojama shimashita. (Oh, I guess you'd better get back to studying. Sorry to disturb you)." They finally left reassuring Mayu as they passed. I guess they must have thought she was nervous about having to speak English with me, but I knew better. She peered in for another minute, and then finally came in, and made a beeline straight for her dresser. I got up, made sure her parents were gone, and then closed the door. She got out a pair of panties, intending to go back to the bathroom to put them on. I, however, had other ideas. "Jaa, sakki no tsuzuki wo shiyou. Oshiri wa eigo de nante iu no? (OK, let's continue what we started there. What do you call your fanny in English?)" "Wakannai. Chotto otearai ikashite. (I don't know. Can I go to the bathroom?)." "Doushite? Ima kita bakari ja nai. (Why? You just came from the bathroom)." "Datte... (But...)," she said holding up the panties for me to see. She finally realized what was she was doing, and hid them behind her back, embarrassed even more. "Datte nani? (But what?)" "Mada kigae owatte inai no. (I'm not finished changing)." "Iya, datte seifuku kite iru jan. (But you're already in your uniform)." "Kutsushita haitte inai shi. (But I'm not wearing socks and...)." "Koko de kireba ii jan. Tonikaku ressun no jikan naku naru kara, saki ni susumou. 'Oshiri' wa nante iu. (You could put them on here. Anyway, we're running out of time for the lesson, so let's move on. How do you say 'buttocks'?)" "Wakannai to yutte iru deshou. (I told you I don't know)." She turned her back to me. I'm sure this wasn't an invitation, but I couldn't resist. I pulled up her skirt for another peek at her her precious buns. "Iya, minai de. (Don't look)," she whispered softly. We were both worried that her mom might come back, but I was too horny to listen. She had a truly gorgeous butt, one of the best I'd ever seen. "Kotaetara, oroshite yaru. (If you answer my question, I'll let your skirt down )." She grabbed her Japanese-English dictionary, and quickly looked up "shiri." "Za hippusu, za bakkusaido, za battokkusu. (The hips, the backside, the buttocks)," she read out. "Pinpon. (That's right)." I let go of her skirt. Next I got her to turn around, and face me. "Nani, nani? (What? What are you doing?)" she whispered, nervous. I looked down at her blouse, searching for the buttons, but there didn't seem to be any. "Seerafuku wo dou yatte tsukeru no? Botan ga nai ja nai? (How do you do up your blouse? There doesn't seem to be any buttons)." "Yada! Nani itte iru n desu ka. (Oooo! What do you want to know that for?)" "Iya, chikubi ni tsuite kikou ka to. (I was going to ask you how to say 'nipple'?)." "Yada! Atashi no minakute ii deshou. (Ha! You don't have to take a look at mine for that)." I checked the side of her blouse, found a zipper running up, and reached over to unzip it. She pulled away, and when I went after her, we collided, and she fell back onto her bed. She looked up at me, and broke out laughing. "Sensei, hen na koto wo kangaeru ne. (You sure have a strange way of teaching)." I was right on top of her, my penis pressing against her gates of heaven. Her lips were just inches from mine. I flexed my hips, dryhumping her. She gave me this naughty look, but then tried to break away. "Sensei oshiete kurenai no. (Well, aren't you going to teach me?)" "Nani? (What?)" "Chikubi wa nante iu ka. (How to say nipples in English)." "Mishite kurenai to oshienai. (Not unless you show them to me)." "Dattara ii desu. (Then I don't want to know)," she formed her cute lips into this mock pout. I so wanted to kiss her. I managed to resist the urge, and got up off her, but kneeled down on the floor till my face was just by her skirt. "Kokorahen wa tango ippai aru. (There are all kinds of words to describe this region)," I grinned. She shook her head for me to stop, but I couldn't. I flipped her skirt up, and examined her pussy. She had rather more pubic hair than I was expecting, especially given her mostly hairless body. I could still see her pussy lips, but her clitoris was hiding. I was sitting in between her legs, so she couldn't close them. She tried to flip her skirt back down, but I grabbed it, and held it up around her tummy. "Kore wa? (What about this part?)" I asked running my fingers through her slick black pubic hair. "Shiranai! (I don't know)," she squealed, her breath was coming faster now. I ran my finger gently along her slit. "Kore wa? (What about here?)" She tensed, and shuddered, fighting back an orgasm perhaps. I dabbed some of her love juice onto my fingers, and held up my hand to her face to show her how wet she was getting. "Kore wa? (What about this?)" She shook her head, quivering more than ever. "Mou hitotsu daiji na tokoro ga aru. (There's one more really important part)." I slid my fingers along the mouth of her slit, wetting them and probing for her hood. Her lips were a most beautiful and vivid pink. It took a moment to coax her clitoris out of its hiding place, but she was obviously quite turned on. I lovingly stroked it to life, fascinated as she struggled to pull away, spreading her legs even wider. As I found the right spot, she shuddered, still fighting to control her feelings. She let out a terribly loud squeal. I tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late. Her parents would be here any second. I lifted her up, and set her down on her chair. She scrambled to hide her panties in a drawer. By the time her mom got there, she was sitting facing her desk staring down in shock at her open notebook. "Dou shita no? (What's wrong?)," her mom asked as she opened the door. "A, gomen. Mushi datta. (Oh, sorry. It was just a bug)," Mayu said pointing to the window. Her mom still seemed concerned, but eventually, she left us alone again. "Gomen. (Sorry)," I apologized. I was extremely impressed by her quick thinking. That would have been hard to explain if her mom had burst in on us, with me stroking Mayu's clit. I guess I should have known that Mayu would react, but I hadn't expected her to scream so loudly. "Datte sensei ikinari sawatte kuru nda mon. Aa, bikkuri shita. (All of a sudden, you just started touching me. I was so surprised)." "Gomen. (Sorry)." "Koko wa atashi no uchi dakara, sou iu koto wo shinai de kureru? (This is my house, so could you not do those things here?)" Not here? Does that mean she wants to fool around somewhere else? "Hai, wakarimashita. (Yes, I understand)." "Aa, bikkuri shita. (I was so surprised)." I was feeling a bit dazed too. I don't know what came over me. It was all the tension building up over the last few weeks. Glimpsing her naked in the bathroom, and her coming in with no panties on. It had got me so riled up I lost control. I don't know what I was thinking. Anyway, we both breathed in deeply trying to calm down. Finally, she spoke. "De sakki no tango wa nan deshita kke? (Now what were those words again?)," she asked turning to the appropriate page in her notebook. One by one, I taught her how to spell "buttocks," "nipple," "vagina," "pubic hair," "lubrication" and "clitoris." She carefully wrote each word down with the appropriate translation. She wasn't too sure about the meaning of "clitoris," but I explained that that was what probably set her off screaming. She wrote down the Japanese character for "mame" as the translation, literally "bean." Could that be what she called it? I was learning something too. Finally, we both managed to settle down enough that we could go through some more mundane items: internal organs, the differences between "back" and "hips," or "lap" and "legs." Before I knew it, our time was up. She stood up, and thanked me for the lesson bowing low. I was surprised by her formality, and still pretty excited. I did bow back. There'd be time enough for fooling around later. We went back downstairs, and her mom came out, and thanked me too. She discreetly slipped me an envelope with my pay in it. Mr. Hamada came to the door to see me off, and I bowed them all farewell. Mayu came out with me to the street, and waved goodbye as I walked away. I felt bad about almost getting her in trouble, but I felt exhilarated, absolutely ecstatic to have finally made contact. If anything, I was more fascinated with her than ever. What a girl! I went back up to my room, and just lay there on my bed, running over the events of the "lesson" in my mind. I could much better understand now why she flashed. She was looking for an escape. She always had to play the good girl around her family, and the tension must build up - typical teenage rebellion against the strict rules of her parents, but what a way to rebel. One thing I couldn't get though was how she could be so forward with me. Sure I'd seen her around our neighborhood, a few dozen times, but I'd never thought she was paying much attention to me. Surely, she doesn't act like that around everyone. I still couldn't figure out why, but whatever the reason I was grateful. It was great. She was a real cutie. That night, I saw her come to the back door, and look up at my apartment. I still didn't think she could see me looking out down at her, but how did she know this was where I lived? Had her little teasing shows been for my benefit? First thing Monday morning, I waited for Mayu out by the main road, a little way from her house. I was a bit worried her mother might come out with her, but then maybe I could just make out that I was coming back from somewhere. Luckily, Mayu came out alone. "Ohayo. (Good morning)," she called, her face brightening when she saw me. "Odekake desu ka. (Are you going out?)" "Un, kaisha no hou e. (Yes, to work)." I didn't really have to go, but it made a good excuse to go with Mayu on the train as she headed off to school. "Kono aida wa doumo. (Thanks for the other day)," she smiled shyly. "Iye. (You're welcome)." For some reason, it seemed like she wasn't nearly as embarrassed by the whole thing as I was. I guess she hadn't done anything she felt embarrassed about. I was feeling a tinge of regret for playing with her pussy like that. She was an upbeat 'look on the bright side' kind of girl though, and didn't seem worried in the least. As we approached the next intersection, I caught sight of Mayu's friend, Megumi standing at the corner obviously waiting for Mayu. She waved, and smiled, and then looked over at me curious. "Ima battari atta. Atarashii katei kyoushi, Sankuresuto-san desu. (Oh, I just bumped into him now. This is my new tutor, Mr. Suncrest)." "Iya, Martin de ii yo. (Please call me Martin)." "Machin? (Martin?)" Megumi queried, tilting her head to the side, looking puzzled. She was a real beauty too, with dark mascara around her eyes that made her look a bit like a cat. She had the cutest little lips and expressions. I was most interested in Mayu, but Megumi was no slouch either. As we walked along, Mayu explained how we'd met, and how I'd started teaching her. Naturally, she left out the details of what we'd "studied." Megumi, brightened, burbling, "Atashi mo onegai shiyou kana. Eigo zenzen dame desu yo. (Maybe I should get you to tutor me too. I'm hopeless at English)." Mayu frowned for a second, and then quickly recovered. "Iya, sore yori sa, atashitachi no bodigaado to iu no wa dou yo? (No, instead of that, what about getting him to be our bodyguard?)" Obviously, Mayu wasn't too keen on the idea of me teaching the parts of the body to Megumi. I wouldn't have minded, but Mayu didn't want Megumi stealing me away. "Bodiigaado? (Bodyguard?)" I echoed not quite sure what she had in mind. Megumi looked me up and down, a naughty gleam in her dark eyes. "Iya, tatoeba densha no naka toka. (I mean in the train and stuff)." Mayu turned her face down, but looked up at me shyly through her bangs. "Dame? (Would you do that for us?)" She looked so cute how could I say no? "Ii yo, mochiron. (Sure. Of course)." "A, yokatta! (Oh, that's wonderful)," her eyes narrowed as she flashed me the cutest smile. "Sou sou sou. Chikan ga yoku sawatte kuru no. Yada ne. (Yeah, that's right. Gropers come up, and touch us. It's horrible)." I looked down at the pink flesh of their bare legs. I could easily understand the temptation to reach out, and touch them. They probably drive guys insane with lust. We finally got to the station, and walked down the stairs to the ticket gate. There were quite a few other schoolgirls there, but they had on uniforms slightly different from Mayu's and Megumi's, so they must go to a different school. We bought our tickets, and went in. I hung back a bit, and let them go up the stairs first. Their skirts were so short you could see their panty clad butts in all their glory. They were both wearing white cotton panties that hugged their curves, showing them off to nice advantage. They didn't seem overly concerned that I or the other patrons could see. Mayu turned, and motioned for me to hurry up, so I ran up the stairs after them. The train pulled up, and it was almost packed to overflowing. No one gets off at our stop in the mornings, so you have to sort of push your way on, or get left behind. I stayed behind the girls guarding them as best I could. We only made it as far as the middle of the car. It was better to be by the doors, so you weren't so surrounded by people. Mayu and Megumi turned around to face me, so we could continue talking, but Megu in particular was standing awfully close to me, falling against me the first time the train rounded a curve. She looked really embarrassed as I tried to help her back up. She'd gotten one of her thighs stuck between mine, and was pressing her breasts against my chest. Mayu was right behind her, and Megu was sort of sandwiched between us. The sweet fresh smell that Megu was giving off wasn't making it any easier. I got her, so she was standing back up straight again, but her breasts kept brushing against me. I had to adjust my crotch as my cock sprung to life. The train lurched again, and now Megu had her crotch firmly pressed against my stiffening cock. The train came to a stop, and a few people got off, but Megu held onto me tight. We rode the wave as even more people got on. Mayu had a hold of Megu's arm, and was trying to pull her off of me, but there were just too many people. There was no room to move. Megu looked down blushing intensely, embarrassed by the feeling of my cock. Trying to give her some room, I tilted my body somewhat, but I lost my balance, and stumbled forward, accidentally burying my thigh deep between hers brushing against her pussy. To be continued Martin Suncrest If you liked this story, please drop me a line using the form below:
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