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Drum Show By Emi Tsuruta I was down on campus one day, when I bumped into Mark, the Japanese American boy I know from our university's Japanese Student Union. "You remember that Taiko show we did a while back?" he smiled. "They say we're on to do it again at the next football game." Four or five of us had done a Taiko (Japanese drum) performance for Orientation the year before. "Oh yeah. I remember Kazuo saying we might," I replied. Kazuo was the president of the Japanese Student Union, our leader. "Are you going to join?" Mark asked. "Umm, yeah, sure. I guess." I didn't think we were that good at drumming, but people must have enjoyed it if they were asking us back. The thing I remember most about that day was misplacing my fundoshi (loincloth), and running around bottomless for a while. Luckily, I don't think Mark had seen me, but it had been kind of embarrassing for a while there. "Come on, Emi. It'll be fun!" he winked. "Yeah, I guess," I granted, still a bit unsure. In order to pull off a full Taiko show, we'd need to practice up again. Kazuo called Mark, Tetsu, Ayumi and me to meet, and talk over our plans. Kazuo was brimming with ideas. He'd found some Taiko songs on American TV (Pirates of the Caribbean, Battleship America?), and wanted to see if we could do those for our show. Kazuo gave Ayumi and me the bass drum parts which were a bit slower, but even so, it was hard to focus on my own part with the others playing a completely different pattern. When we finally got it going though, it did sound pretty cool. At the end of our first session, Kazuo said we could take our drums home to practice more. Then each night, we'd come back to the club room, and do more trial runs as a group. Anyway, one night after supper, I was at home, rushing around getting ready to head to practice. My drum was a bit big to carry, but my host mom Loretta had offered to give me a ride. I had a shower, pulled on a t-shirt and miniskirt, trying to think what else I needed. Drum, drum sticks, sheet music... hmm... Ah! A pair of undies, I guess. Mustn't forget those! Loretta was in the kitchen cooking, but she said her boyfriend Hank could drive me. I looked out, and sure enough there he was, parked in our driveway, clearing his stuff out of the back of his SUV. I looked down at my skirt, wondering if I should go get some panties first, but I was worried about the time. It was already dark out, so I had to get going, or else I'd be late. Still rushing, I picked up the huge drum, and carried it outside and down the driveway to Hank's van. Hank himself was around the back, putting things in the trunk. As I walked down the drive, the wind started to pick up. I lugged the drum down to the side of the van, but when I leaned forward to put it in, a gust of wind caught my skirt, blowing it up all over the place. I knew Hank was around back, so I thought I was safe, but, when I straightened up, I suddenly noticed a man coming this way down the street. It was a man with a red beard - ah! Mr. Holden, the father of Carter, a boy who plays street hockey in front of our house. I'd talked with Carter a few times, but I didn't know his father that well. When Carter was out playing, sometimes I'd see him on their porch watching. He didn't smile that much, but it was nice that he watched over his son. Mr. Holden seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, on his way to the store perhaps. Thinking little of it, I ran back up the driveway to get my bag from the house. When I came back though, he'd stopped, a little ways off, rifling through his pockets looking for something. I immediately worried that he'd caught sight of my bare bottom when my skirt blew up, and that's why he had stopped. I think he probably wouldn't have noticed except that I'd done something pretty silly a few weeks before. Loretta and her kids were out, so I'd invited my friends Satomi and Asuna over to my house for a slumber party. Instead of wearing nighties though, I'd talked them into going naked, and then when our pizza came, I came out to the door to see where the pizza guys were. I knew Carter had seen me, but I didn't think Mr. Holden had been watching until now. The way he was standing there trying to make out like he wasn't watching me, just made me all the more sure that he must have seen me naked the other day. I pretended not to see him, but I could definitely feel his eyes on me. I don't have time for this. I have to get going because Hank is almost ready. I slowly walked back to the van, my heart beating in my chest, wondering what to do. When I reached the van, I turned away, and slung my bag into the back seat, but the wind caught my skirt, making it billow up again. It took me a minute to free my hand from my bag, and by then it was too late. Even if he hadn't seen my behind before, he could definitely see now. Be still, my beating heart. I froze panicking. I should have pushed down my skirt, but I didn't want to let on that I knew he was there. I didn't want him to think I'd flashed him on purpose. Still I wanted to see how he was reacting. Was he angry, freaked out, excited? I climbed into the van, and kneeled down on the seat peeking back through the door at him. He was staring right at my fanny, seemingly quite shocked to find me out here dressed like this. I felt so embarrassed and foolish, confused and excited. I hadn't really intended for anyone to see. Not knowing what to do, I climbed back out of the car, and straightened up, still trying not to look in his direction. The wind died down a bit, but it continued to toy with my skirt, giving him peek-a-boo glimpses of my goodies. I needed to do something, but I was so excited I couldn't think straight. I scampered back toward the house, but I was worried that if I went up onto the porch, Hank might notice and realize what was happening. I came back to the van, mulling over what to do. I shouldn't just stand here flashing Mr. Holden, but it was like I was under this spell. For some reason, I couldn't tear myself away. Then, suddenly, the wind picked up again. I turned away, hiding my pussy at least, but my skirt billowed up, revealing everything. I let it go, but eventually, I couldn't take the embarrassment anymore. I let out a little squeal, "Kya!" I immediately covered my mouth, but Hank must have heard me. He stuck his head around the corner of the van, as I struggled to push my skirt back down. "Don't worry. Almost done," Hank smiled. Hank peered down at my hips, but I think I'd more or less got my skirt under control by then. Phew! That was close! Mr. Holden was still standing there spellbound. It was like he couldn't believe his luck. He seemed fascinated by me and my nubile young body. I kind of felt gratified actually. It was nice that someone appreciates me. Which reminds me, where is my boyfriend Ryosuke? I should check my phone messages. I climbed into the back seat, getting up on all fours, digging around for my cell phone. I knew that Mr. Holden could probably see my upturned ass, but by that point, I was too far gone to stop. It was kind of fun getting a reaction out of him. I began to feel embarrassed though, so I backed out of the van, and stood up again. I called up my messages, checking Mr. Holden's reaction out of the corner of my eye. He seemed a bit worried... about me catching him? Or about Hank? Or maybe he was just in shock, unsure why an innocent young girl like me was running around pantiless outside. Anyway, he didn't seem angry. Eventually, Hank called out that he was ready to go. I had to go. It was too bad really. I was getting a real kick out of teasing Mr. Holden. I continued to stand there as long as I dared, turning towards him, finally showing him my pussy. He looked even more shocked, and that just got me even hornier. I don't know why, but I found all this so exciting. Anyway, Hank was waiting, so I climbed into the back seat. The vinyl seat felt so weird on my bare ass cheeks. Mr. Holden continued to stare as we drove away. Once I'd settled down, I did finally pull my panties on. I don't think Hank noticed me changing. Our practice session was a bit of a blur though. I was too worked up thinking about what I'd done. I didn't see Carter or his father for a while. Eventually, the day of our big taiko show rolled around. Loretta gave me a ride, and we met Kazuo and them out back behind the stadium, so they could carry in my drum. Mark and everyone seemed excited. This was our chance to shine, to show everyone what we could do. I was a bit in awe myself. I'd never actually been inside the football facilities before. They'd rebuilt the whole thing recently. Behind the stadium itself, there was a two-storey sports pavilion with offices and training rooms and such. It was all glass on the stadium side, so you got a panoramic view of the whole football field from inside. We could see thousands of people in the stands, screaming and cheering, and these big beefcakey football players running around on the field. You could feel the excitement in the air. This was it - the big game! "Wow! That's a lot of people!" I exclaimed, a bit intimidated. "It'll be fine," Kazuo assured me. "I think we've got it down now. You'd better hurry, and get changed. It won't be long before we're up." Kazuo, Mark and Tetsu rushed off to the stands to get ready, leaving me alone in the pavilion. 'Where are the change rooms?' I wondered. I found locker rooms marked 'home' and 'away,' but they were obviously for the players. I couldn't find a ladies room, so I left the pavilion, to check under the stands. A guard stopped me at the door, but I explained I was with the show, and he let me through. There was a ladies room there, but that was for the spectators. There was a huge line up to get in, so I went back to the pavilion. Where is the cheerleaders' dressing room? They must have one, but I couldn't find it. I checked a bunch of locked doors, but ended up coming back to the big picture window looking out at the field. There was a small area near the doors where there was a bit of a wall blocking the view. Anxious to get going, I set down my bag, and fished out my white taiko tabi (split toe boots), red happi (jacket) and white fundoshi (loincloth). I wonder if I can change here. It was right by the window, but it was kind of tucked away a bit. There didn't seem to be anyone in the pavilion. Most everyone was in the stadium getting ready to watch the game. Hurrying, I unbuttoned my blouse, and took it off, pulling on my happi over my frilly white bra. The happi was a lot shorter than I remembered, hanging just a little below my waist, not really covering my bush nor my rear. Happis have no buttons, so I needed an obi (belt) to tie it shut. My obi was still in my bag, so I just left the happi open for now, enjoying the feeling of the air on my bare tummy. I was already getting excited. I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans, and took them off. I couldn't wear my underwear with this outfit. I looked around the foyer again, but since it seemed like no one was around, I took off my bra, panties and socks. I knew I was taking a terrible chance. I was now more or less naked except for the flimsy little happi. I paused savoring the feeling, but soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by a male voice from behind. "Miss. Miss! Excuse me. What are you doing here?" A shiver ran up my spine. Here I was naked, and someone had found me! Keeping my back to him (guys tend to go gaga over my ass for some reason), I turned to see who it was. It was a middle-aged man, quite fit - maybe one of the football coaches. "Oh sorry. I'm in the halftime show. I was just getting ready," I blushed. He peered down curiously at my bare bottom. "Is there a cheerleaders' change room here somewhere?" I asked, trying to get him to look at my eyes. "Um, yeah. There're multipurpose change rooms just over this way," he explained pointing towards the far side of the foyer. "Didn't you get a key?" he asked, fishing out his own key chain. I was too nervous to respond, but luckily, he seemed like a nice guy. Even so, I couldn't very well walk across the main foyer naked with the whole stadium looking on. He motioned for me to follow, but I pointed out at the crowd. He seemed more interested in my pussy than my dilemma. "I have to get changed. We're on in a few minutes." He just stood there, trying not to laugh. "Can you help me?" I pleaded. He came back, and picked up my bag. I was actually a bit frightened as he came closer, but he motioned that he would shield me from the window. If I had any sense, I guess I should have pulled my clothes back on, but for some reason, I decided to trust him. As we stepped out into the sun, I stared out in wonder at the massive throng of people that had gathered there for the game. People could probably see me, but the bleachers were far enough away that I hoped they wouldn't be able to tell I was naked. Where are Mark and them? I scanned the crowd, but I had to be careful not to step out from behind this man. I hope they're not watching. Anyway, we made it part way across the foyer, when the coach startled me by reaching over and grabbing my collar. I wondered what on earth he was doing - that flimsy little jacket was all I had on - but then he showed me that my collar had gotten folded up in a strange way. I lifted my arms to fix it myself, but there was this awkward moment while he stared down at my pussy, clearly relishing my torment. Anyway, we eventually made it across to the door. He moved to open the door, so I had to come out from behind him. I kept my back to the window, but I was starting to lose it. The whole stadium could see me now. I pressed my hands up against the wall trying to stay calm as all these emotions coursed through my body. God, I hope my classmates aren't watching - Brad, Luke, Roger, Ryan. They are probably here at the game. Anyway, soon, the coach opened. I scampered inside, but when I went to close the door, the coach stopped me. "Just a sec." I wasn't sure what he was up to at first. I tried to hide my pussy behind the door, but I was freaking. Finally he pulled a key off his chain, and held it out. "You can borrow this one." I reached out to take it from him, blushing as I revealed my whole body to him and the stadium. I was so relieved when he finally let me close the door. I was glad to be inside, away from prying eyes, but I couldn't calm down for the life of me. I had to get dressed though. I pulled out my fundoshi, and threaded it between my legs. I was kind of wet down there, so it felt funny. I didn't have enough material to reach the belt at first, so I had to keep undoing it, and try again. Eventually, I got it tied on tight, but the belt was hanging awfully low on my hips. You could see a bit of my pubic hair peeking out from over top of the belt. Hmm. Maybe I can use my happi to cover that up. I took out the obi, wrapped it around my waist, and tied the two sides of the happi front shut. The happi did hang down long enough to cover my pubic hair, so I was happy about that. Last, I pulled on my taiko-tabi (shoes), and off I went to find Mark and them. "Hey! Nice outfit!" the coach shouted. I smiled meekly, and rushed on by. Without a bra though, my bare breasts kept bouncing all around. I tried to pull the sides of happi together to cover up, but the guard at the door seemed more interested in my tits than my pass card. He turned to stare at my ass, after he let me through. This outfit is so embarrassing, but at least it's better than running around naked. When I came out into the stadium, I found Kazuo and crew in the front row, drums all ready, waiting for the second quarter to end. Mark gave me a big grin as soon as he saw me. Ayumi was there too, in the same outfit, blushing and trying to hide. I was pretty worked up myself, nervous mostly. I bounced up and down until I realized they were all staring at my tits. I vaguely tried to pull the happi shut, but it was hopeless. Too loose. Eventually, the quarter ended, and the two teams came off the field. A lot of the audience got up, and headed inside, but the guys who'd got a look at Ayumi and me came down to the front to watch. Anyway, we started playing - the first part of the Pirates tune, 'Dinner is served.' I had my stance right, legs apart, arms above my head banging the drum, but this number is one of the harder ones. I have to hit the drum really hard to get that thundering depth, but as I swung my arms out, my tits kept swinging back and forth popping out of my top. I don't think people could see so well because I was facing this big drum, but it was kind of embarrassing. When the song was done, I quickly fixed my happi, but we only got a mild smattering of applause. Next, we went into the rumble stop Battleship riff. This one is a bit easier because it's just a regular rhythm repeated over and over, so I didn't have to move as much. My fundoshi felt like it was coming undone though, so I stopped drumming to check it causing a bit of confusion before we got going again. Kazuo looked at me, but he wasn't upset. These things happen. Our last song was blipvert I think it's called also from Battleship. It's also a constant repetitive beat, and we finally managed to get it going at a lively clip. A hush fell over the audience, and people started coming back into the stadium to watch. Right at the end, we got a big round of applause. Mark, Kazuo, Tetsu, Ayumi and I gathered in a line, and held hands as we made our bows. When I leaned forward though, my breasts came out into view, but there was nothing I could do to cover them since Kazuo and Mark had my hands. It was then that I noticed Ernie, my comp lit TA, down in the front row cheering wildly. Oh shoot! I was hoping not to run into anyone I know. Anyway, the second half was about to start, so we had to roll our drums off the field. Ernie found me though, and was all excited. "Wow, Emi! You were great!" I was glad he'd enjoyed the show, but the compliment would have meant more if he didn't keep glancing down at my bare breasts. "No, we kind of muffed the second song," I moaned, looking down to see what I could do to fix my happi. Without thinking, I shook my head to get my hair out of my eyes, but this just made my breasts jiggle, and come out even more. Ernie wasn't the only guy who was staring at me. A whole bunch of guys had gathered around, and were crowding in. "No. It was spectacular. I loved it," Ernie gushed, his eyes gleaming. Ayumi was about to say we should go, but for some reason, she thought my fundoshi was coming loose, and came up behind me to fix it. I knew it was hanging low - that was the way I tied it, but she seemed to think something was wrong, and kept trying to pull it up at the back. Every time she tugged though, the front part was pulled down exposing more and more of my pubic hair. I tried to get her to stop, but maybe she thought I was trying to help her, and before I knew it, I think my whole yoohoo had slid into view. I strained against her, until she finally let go, but Ernie and these other guys were all staring now, mouths agape, stunned to have caught a glimpse of my pussy. Kazuo and Mark eventually came in, and pushed these other guys back, so Ayumi and I could break out of the circle, and head for the pavilion. The security guard smiled when he saw me, but soon let us through. I was expecting there to be more privacy in the pavilion, but the players were just coming back to their locker rooms. I walked right through the middle of them, a bit intimidated by their size, but they just watched Ayumi and me as we scurried on through. I was so glad when I finally made it back to the dressing room, and got inside. "Emi! Sorry about pulling on your fundoshi back there," she apologized looking all concerned. "That's okay. I knew I had it tied on wrong," I reassured her, not really angry. "I was just so flustered, with all those guys crowding around." "Don't worry. It's fine. Some of those football players are kind of hunky though, aren't they?" I grinned. Emi Tsuruta |