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My Farewell Party By Emi Tsuruta When I'm single, and I meet a nice guy, I usually try to figure out whether he is interested in me or not. Some guys it's easy to tell. They find excuses to visit my place. They give me presents. They are willing to meet me anywhere any time of the day or night, come wind, rain, snow, whatever. Other guys are harder to read. Sometimes a cute guy will secretly have a crush on me, but I won't find out about it until years later. Or he acts like he likes me, but when I try to take it to the next level, he suddenly backs off. Or some guys run hot and cold, so you never know what they're thinking. I try to figure them out, but sometimes I get it wrong, and end up doing something silly. Anyway, just before I was supposed to leave Oceanview in the States to go back to Japan, I took some judo lessons. I'd been doing ikebana in the community center, and after class, I would wander around checking out the other clubs. On the west side of the building, they have these big activity rooms with glass walls, so you can see in. There'd be a bunch of young boys dressed up in judo outfits, wrestling, trying to pin each other to the mats. I'd stand, and watch, secretly cheering for the underdogs hoping they could somehow break free, and get out from underneath. It was pretty interesting actually. Down at the far end, I could see their instructor, a Japanese guy around my age named Yuta. He was kind of handsome in his way, clean cut with short hair, and a noble bearing. His students obviously liked him. He didn't talk that much, but when he did say something, they'd all perk up, and listen. One day, just on the spur of the moment, I went in, and asked Yuta if he could teach me. There weren't any girls in the class, but I was thinking maybe we could do it one-on-one. When he asked why, I told him that I wanted to learn how to defend myself, you know, just in case anything happened. He looked a bit puzzled, but he finally agreed to take me on. Before our first session, I felt really nervous. I'd never done any martial arts before. In our high school, there was a judo club, but I don't even know if there were any girls. It seemed more of a guy's thing. Another thing I worried about was what to wear. I'd ordered a judo outfit, but it didn't arrive in time for our first lesson, so I just brought a white tank tee, a black sports bra, and black yoga pants that went down to my calves. There were no shower rooms, so I changed in the girls' washroom, freshening up a bit. This obviously wasn't a date, but I wanted to make a good impression. It felt a bit weird working out with Yuta one-on-one, just the two of us in this glass room. Our sessions were in the morning, so there weren't many people around, but if anyone had been there, they'd be able to see. There was something very intimate about our sessions. He'd show me each move, and then walk me through it in slow motion, holding my hands or my waist. It felt a bit sexy the way he touched me. I actually wasn't used to all the physical contact, but Yuta was a complete gentleman, focused on teaching. I was all keyed up, sweating and breathing heavily, trying to prove myself. I was trying to focus too, but I sometimes got distracted, lost in his eyes, or studying his features from up close. It was hard not to. Soon, the judo outfit I ordered arrived, so at least I looked more the part. One thing I couldn't figure out was what to wear underneath. I guess girls in the Olympics wear white t-shirts under their judo tops, but that seemed a bit much. I wore a sports bra a couple of times, but that felt too restricting, so eventually, I just went braless. I had to keep my belt done up tight, or else my cleavage would show, but Yuta never commented no matter how I dressed. I wondered actually how he could stay so calm touching me all the time. I was very aware of him as a man, but he was more aloof, always professional. It wasn't like he didn't care. He was always kind. After class, I went looking around for opportunities to practice. At home, I wanted to wrestle with Brandon, the teenage son in the host family I was staying with. He seemed willing enough, but unfortunately, Brandon's mother Loretta thought we were fighting for real, so she made us stop. Brandon would end up out of breath, and glare at me with this wild look in his eyes, so maybe it was for the best. Brandon is kind of fun to tease though. On weekends, I'd drop by at the pub, Hernando's. My ex Ryosuke would be there with Sven, Gus and those guys. I told them all about the judo, and Sven offered to help me practice. He's this big tall blonde guy with massive shoulders. He's so big I couldn't move him at first. I'd dig my feet in, and push, but he wouldn't budge. He'd eventually lift me up, and twirl me around just to show he could do it. In my next lesson, I told Yuta about Sven, so we began working more on throws and grips you could use on big guys. Yuta showed me techniques for getting people off balance, and then we tried them out. At first, I couldn't get Yuta to move either, but eventually, I got one foot between his legs, and pushed him back. I was quite proud of myself, until I realized my top had fallen open, so he could see my breasts. I quickly straightened my top, and retied the belt, but Yuta didn't seem too worried. He just told me to try again, and we kept on practicing as if nothing had happened. The next time I saw Sven, I tried some of these new moves on him. I couldn't really trip him the way I had Yuta, but I got better at keeping my footing, and wriggling out of reach. Even Sven had to admit I was making progress. I was scheduled to leave for Japan soon, so it was getting down to my last lesson. Yuta showed me how to deal with someone who comes at you from behind. There's this move where you grab the guy's wrists, spin around, and push him back. We worked at it for a while, and slowly I started to get the hang of it. "Perfect!" Yuta smiled. "You've got it. How do you feel?" He was standing so close, staring deep into my eyes. He has great eyes actually, so committed, so caring. Out of the blue, I leaned forward, and kissed him! It was just a spur of the moment thing. I don't even know why I did it. Unfortunately though, he didn't seem pleased, just surprised. Realizing my mistake, I quickly pulled back. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean I just thought...," I rambled on, all nervous now. "Um... no, that's OK, but uh... that's not really why we're here," he stammered. It'd been a while since I'd kissed anyone. I just kind of did it on impulse. Sometimes you just take a chance, and see what happens, you know? Anyway, I felt really awkward now, so I quickly gathered up my stuff, left him his pay, and ran off to get changed. It was kind of a shame to leave things that way. I didn't even know if I'd see him again. When I got home, Brandon was in the living room watching TV. I went upstairs, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and then came back to watch TV with him. I guess he could tell I was upset because he didn't make any smart comments for once. He started telling me about some Japanese show he'd seen, and slowly I managed to calm back down. For my last night in Oceanview, I'd organized a small farewell party for just a few of my closest friends. One person I was hoping to see was Todd. I think I might have mentioned him before. He is tall and slender with dark-hair. He used to live in Satomi's dorm. Much more than Yuta, I felt like I had a connection with Todd. He listened so carefully whenever I spoke. Our relationship hadn't really gone anywhere because he'd moved out of the dorm, but even so, I thought that maybe if I saw him, I could at least get his email address, so we could stay in touch. Lori, this Korean girl who lives in the dorm, said that she'd bumped into Todd, and she offered to invite him to my farewell party. I doubted he'd show, but anyway, I was glad there was a chance. So there I was, the day of the party, upstairs in my room, brooding a bit about my run-in with Yuta. At this party anyway, I wanted to go out with a bang, make a real impression so people would remember this night. I browsed through my closet, and picked out a t-shirt dress I'd got not long before. It's plush white cotton with this artsy sketch of a musketeer in gold on the front. It fit well, and was definitely sexy, but the hem was quite short. I picked out a thong too, but I didn't want people staring at my bare legs on the bus, so I ended up pulling on a pair of track pants for the ride there. At the bar, as I came in, I spotted Ryosuke, Satomi, Asuna and everyone at our table. I looked kind of dowdy in my track pants, so I rushed off to the washroom to take them off. Without them though, it felt awful breezy down there, and I began to wonder if I'd gone too far. I checked my reflection in the mirror, and you could kind of see my ass cheeks peeking out from under the short hem. I guess I did want people to notice me, but maybe I should have brought a longer dress. Anyway I walked out into the bar. Guys would kind of perk up and look over at me as I passed. I did my best to ignore them, but my entrance did seem to be creating quite the commotion. When I got to our table, Debbie came over, and gave me a hug. Satomi, Asuna and them were all misty-eyed. Asuna's roommate, Sandra was there with her boyfriend Craig as well as Tetsu from our taiko drum troupe. I was glad to see so many of them come out to see me. "Nice outfit!" Ryosuke grinned as I sat down next to him. Ryosuke and I were still officially on a break. This girl Kiyomi had gone to stay at his place, but now she'd moved on, and I was still trying to figure out where we stood. He still liked me obviously, and we'd actually even slept together once. I think he must have thought I was dressing this way for him, although that wasn't it exactly. Just so he knew I wasn't commando, I leaned over, and whispered in his ear, "I am wearing a thong." Unfortunately, this didn't work out quite the way I planned. Ryosuke took this as a come on, and started reaching over and patting my backside in front of everyone. I tried to get him to behave, pushing his hands away, but with the skirt so short, it was hard to stay covered. Just when I thought I'd got him to settle down, he reached over, and slid his finger down into my butt crack, making me jump. I was starting to get all wet and excited, so I finally got up, and went to the washroom. My cheeks were all red, but my dress didn't look all that bad. At the front, the hem did more or less cover my panties. The way my butt sticks out though pulled the dress up at the back. I don't think it looked that indecent. So you could see a bit of butt cheek. A lot of girls wear shorter skirts than this. Maybe it's okay. My thong, on the other hand, had gotten all sticky. I took it off, and washed it in the sink. Maybe I should wear my track pants after all. I looked around only to realize that I'd left my backpack with my pants back at the table. Hanging my thong up to dry, I peeked out the door. I couldn't see my backpack, but it must be under the table near where I'd been sitting. I wonder if I can just rush out, and grab it... I pushed my t-shirt down as far as it would go, and nervously stepped out into the bar. I felt terribly self-conscious, walking around bare-assed now, but I don't think people realized at first. I carefully skirted around the walls trying to get my bag before anyone twigged. As I got closer, I suddenly noticed that Todd was here, over by the front door! His face lit up when he saw me. I could hardly believe it. I was so amazed that he'd actually come out. I walked over that way, pushing the hem down try to make sure my pussy wasn't showing. "Hey, Emi," Todd smiled. "Hey," I blushed, happy to see him. He leaned forward, and gave me a hug. I kind of froze though, worried that he'd realize I was commando. I quickly escorted him back to our table, but the other customers started looking this way, glancing down at my bare thighs, clearly wondering what I was wearing. Todd doesn't really know the other people in my group except Satomi, so I introduced him. I got Todd to pull over a chair, so we could sit. When I sat down, I got a little shock from the feeling of the leather on my bare butt cheeks. I glanced over at Ryosuke, but he seemed more worried about Todd than me. I hadn't really expected Todd to show, so I was a bit at a loss. Ryosuke was frowning, his arms folded across his chest. I gave him a meek smile, trying to reassure him that Todd and I weren't an item. I hadn't told Todd about Ryosuke either. This was a bit awkward. Debbie had a hundred and one questions for Todd. I still had to get my bag. I spotted it on the floor, but I was worried that if I leaned forward to pick it up, Todd would see my bare buns. Ryosuke might get the wrong idea too, and that wouldn't be good. I didn't want the two of them fighting. Soon the waiter came to take Todd's order, so I just sat there, looking for a chance to grab my bag without them all seeing. Unfortunately though, when I came back in, some of the guys at the other tables had gotten a good look at my outfit as I walked past. They were peering over this way with silly grins on their faces, already suspecting. I have to get out of here. I wonder if I should just risk it, grab my bag and make a run for it. I was worried though about how Todd might react. I didn't want to freak him out. He doesn't know me all that well. Maybe I should just wait. It was hard to sit still though. I winced as I slid my bare behind forward along the leather seat, setting my elbows down on the table, trying to hear what Debbie and Todd were saying. When I leaned forward though, I think that pulled my dress up, leaving my buns exposed. Ryosuke shot me such a look. He'd twigged that I'd ditched my thong. I shrugged trying to let him know him that it wasn't on purpose. Ryosuke kept staring at my ass though, part fascinated, but also maybe jealous or even angry at me for dressing like this. Eventually, Craig got up, and suggested a game of billiards. "Emi, do you want to come play?" Todd turned to look at me, so I quickly slid back into my chair, trying to hide my rear. I nodded for him to go play, but he didn't want to just leave me here. "C'mon, Emi! It'll be fun!" Todd insisted. I shook my head no, but he reached over, and took my hand pulling me up. I tried to slip free, but before I could, he'd pulled me to my feet. The guys sitting behind us, all spun this way, zeroing in on my bare butt. I quickly pushed the hem down, but they definitely saw. Everyone was whispering now, or nudging their friends to check me out. Todd though was completely oblivious. He dragged me all the way over to the pool table, while I vainly struggled to cover up. Ryosuke seemed worried too now, and got up following me over. Craig asked me to take the first shot, but I couldn't very well bend over with all of them watching. I hung back at the side standing next to Todd trying to hide. When he went to take his shot, I tried to slip away, but he came right back, and started talking to me again. The guys at the next pool table over had noticed me, and were staring down at my butt. Todd noticed my worried look, and asked, "What's the matter, Emi? Are you okay?" I felt my heart go out to him. He is pretty kind. Wanting to reward him, I sauntered forward, showing him my behind. He briefly glanced down at it, curious, but somehow, amazingly, he didn't clue in that I was commando! I'd planned to just give him a quick peek, but since he couldn't tell, I felt a bit upset. Why doesn't he realize? Against my own better judgement, I continued to stand there as the guys behind us made all these funny faces, amazed I guess that I'd shed my undies. Someone sunk a ball, so I jumped up and down, and clapped, glancing back at Todd to see if he'd noticed yet. The boys at the other pool table behind us could definitely tell. They'd stopped their game, and were just standing there, staring at me, dumbfounded. Even Tetsu was looking over at me. My face was all hot. My kitty tingling. My feelings were starting to spiral. I had to do something. I looked shyly back at Todd, and whispered, "Here, I'd better go get changed," nodding down at my rear. Getting a bit carried away, I raised my arms exposing even more of my ass. I think I might have overdone it though. The guys behind us were going cross-eyed, and tetsu was staring down at my pussy. Ever so slowly, Todd looked down, but I think it was more the fact that Tetsu and them all were acting weird than anything I did. Just to drive the point home, I gave my ass a little shake. I was so excited I didn't know what I was doing. Some of the guys were whistling now, but Todd just looked confused. I was kind of hoping he'd enjoy it as much as the other guys, but I guess it was too much of a shock. I think he thought of me as this shy Japanese girl who would never do this kind of stuff. Embarrassed, I ran back to our table, and grabbed my bag. Debbie looked up wondering what all the fuss was. I don't think they'd seen, although it must have been obvious by then. Half the guys in the place were staring at me now, and I hadn't even bothered to fix the hem. The bartender even looked like he was going to say something, so I quickly made a dash for the washroom. Some of the guys were even yelling as I made my way past. Inside the washroom, when I looked in the mirror, I finally realized why everyone had been making such a fuss. My hem was riding so high that you could see my wet pussy, clear as anything. My whole body was shaking overwhelmed at the enormity of what I'd just done. I guess I did want to go out with a splash, but I hadn't really intended to flash everyone like that. It was a wonderful feeling though, so exciting and naughty and so unlike me. I did feel bad about Todd though. He seemed more scandalized than anything. I was too excited to get back dressed. I wandered back to the doorway, and opened it a crack trying to see what was going on. The guys at the nearest pool table were all talking about me now, going on about what a sweet ass I had. I felt flattered in a way, glad that they liked it. Eventually, I had to go back out. I cleaned myself up, pulled my track pants on, and packed my thong back into my bag. When I came back out, people all turned to look, surprised to see me in track pants now. I actually wanted to stay a bit more, but Satomi reminded me that I needed to pack, so she called a taxi, insisting that I head home. I did manage to get Todd's email address. Thank heaven for small favors. Next stop, L.A. Emi Tsuruta |