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From: Gordon Donald <donsgordon@yahoo.co.jp>
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Subject: {ASSM} Year Away in Japan 7 {Don Gordon} (Mf+ exhib voy)
Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 08:10:04 -0400
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Year Away in Japan Part 7
By Don Gordon

The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just
finishing up a one year work stint in Japan as an English
teacher in a small town on the coast not far from Tokyo. 
I was all set to go home to where my girlfriend Elise is
waiting for me, when suddenly one morning, one of my
students, a cute girl named Ai, gave me a playful peek
under her skirt.  Wonder of wonders, she had no panties on
at the time, and it turns out that the motivation for this
little stunt is she has the hots for me and wants me to
stay in Japan another year.  I came down with a fever, and
she showed up at my door.  We've come pretty damn close to
screwing a couple of times, most recently at her place
with her parents nearby.  Despite all this, I'm still
determined to go back to the States, and I finally picked
up my plane ticket.

With less than a week to go before my flight home, I was
busily supervising and marking exams, getting packed and
saying goodbye to everyone.  I didn't see Ai at school for
a while, and I began to wonder where she had disappeared
to.  Exams were on of course, so she was probably busy
studying, but I was still surprised she didn't come
looking for me.  Maybe she's given up on me after all.

I was starting to think more and more about what I'd do
once I got home, but then one day, I got called down to
the principal's office.

"Gooden-san wa shitte iru to omoimasu ga, kimi no seito de
midara na kakkou de gakkounai de urouro shite imasu yo ne
(As I guess you know, one of your students is walking
around school in unseemly attire)."

My heart jumped into my mouth, as Ai immediately sprung to
mind, wandering the halls without any panties on under her
school issue navy mini-skirt.

"Hai?  (Pardon?)"  Caught completely off guard, my mind
raced wondering how much he knew or guessed about my
relationship with Ai.

"Kono gakkou de kou iu koto wo karuku mite iru wake ja nai
desu yo (Our school is not one to take these things
lightly)."

"Hai (I understand, sir)."

"Chokusetsu yobou ka to omotta ga, mazu Gooden-san kara
hanashite moraetara to (I was going to call her down to
the office, but I thought you could talk to her first). 
Kanojo no koto wo ichiban yoku shitte iru deshou shi (You
know her best of all, don't you?)."

"Hai?  (I'm sorry?)"  By this point, I thought the game
was up.  My secret dalliance was out of the bag, and
everyone knew.  Shocked, my mind went blank.

"Houmuruumu no sensei deshou, Hoshino-kun no? (You are her
home room teacher, are you not?  Ms. (or Mr.)
Hoshino's?)."

Hoshino?  Wait a second!  Ai's last name is Isobe!

"Ja, yoroshiku (Well, see to it then)."

I bowed and left, immediately probing my memory for who
Hoshino was.  Suddenly it came to me.  Asuka!  She was the
one who'd put Ai up to the whole thing in the first place.
 Someone must have spotted her walking around without her
undies.  Oh thank god, it wasn't Ai.

Still now what was I going to do?  The one person in the
school who did know about my relationship with Ai was
Asuka.  Asuka can smile at you with this innocent
schoolgirl grin, but every once in a while, she'd get this
catty gleam in her eye.  I couldn't help feeling there was
a hint of danger there - a bit of leather mixed in with
the ribbons and lace, if you will.  She kept watching me
with this knowing look, but it didn't seem to me at all
like she was trying to protect Ai from my masculine wiles.
 I couldn't help feeling there was this air of
condescension in her gaze, as if she knew how badly Ai and
I had messed things up, but she, on the other hand, knew
how to do it right.

It didn't take long for me to find her.  I caught her
walking down the corridor holding her books clasped in
front of her near my classroom.

"Eeto Hoshino-kun! (Uh... Ms. Hoshino!)"

She quickly twirled to face me.  She seemed surprised to
find me calling her, but once I motioned for her to go in
to my class, she quickly obeyed.  Not wanting an audience,
I followed her in and shut the door.  She looked vaguely
nervous to be called in like this.  I tried to gather my
thoughts, for some reason intimidated by this slight
figure of a girl.

"Eeto kouchou-sensei kara kiita kedo... (I heard this from
the principal, but...)"

She narrowed her eyes to the slightest of slivers.  I
wondered if she was angry about something... or maybe it
was just nervousness.

"Sou iu fukusou wa ikenai to (That outfit won't do...)"

"Sensei wa Amerika ni kaeru n deshou (You are going back
to the States, aren't you?)" she noted coolly, ignoring my
point completely.

"Kouchou-sensei wa kou iu koto wo... (The principal does
not think that this...)"

"Doushite kaeru no? (Why are you going back?)"

Put off by the accusing nature of her questions, I turned,
and looked out the window.  She obviously knew quite a bit
about what had gone on between Ai and myself, how Ai had
been trying to get me to stay.  Doubtless she had
suggested Ai's whole teasing tack.  I couldn't decide
whether I should feel grateful or not.  I had enjoyed it,
sure, but I didn't like being manipulated into staying.  I
had a whole life back home waiting for me.  I glanced back
at Asuka, but she had furrowed her eyebrows into a deep
grimace.  I stood up and walked to the window.  This is
crazy.  What right does she have to be angry at me?  I
haven't done anything wrong.  Ai was the one who initiated
everything.  She knew about Elise.  She knew I planned to
go home.  I'd never lied to her.

I thought back over the last few weeks: Ai taking care of
me when I was sick, our fooling around by the temple in
the rain, her coming out to meet me near her house, the
heated passion of that night.  The memories were all
sweet.  I would cherish them, but now it had to end.  Ai
and Asuka had to understand that.

"Sensei, onegai ga aru.  Houkago Ai-chan to issho ni kaeru
n desu kedo, tochuu made de ii kara chotto tsukiatte
kureru (Mr. Gordon, I have a favor to ask.  After school,
I'm going home with Ai.  Could you join us at least for a
little while?)"

Hoshino was not a bad sort.  She was just looking out for
her friend.  Ai and I had been avoiding each other, but
Hoshino was determined to play matchmaker.  I turned back
to her, and slowly nodded.  Her face suddenly brightened.

"Ja, eki de matte iru ne (Ok, we'll wait for you at the
station)."  She opened the door, and ran off before I
could stop her.  Hey, wait a second.  I hadn't even got
her to promise to put some panties on.  Oh well, I guess I
can explain it to her on the way home.

After school, I walked out to the station and found the
two of them waiting by the turnstiles.  Asuka's eyes
brightened, but Ai was looking down at the ground, perhaps
having figured out that I'd picked up my plane ticket.  I
was about to go up and talk to them, but there were a lot
of students from our school around, so I hung back.  Asuka
nodded, and then gestured that they were going in.  They
bought tickets, and I followed them at a safe distance. 
It probably wouldn't have seemed all that strange if I'd
gone up and started talking to them, but in Japan there
always seemed to be this reticence to do things like that.
 Maybe I've become more Japanized than I thought.

We stood a few paces apart on the platform until the train
came, and we got on the same car along with a few other
students from our school.  Still, a bit anxious about the
other students, I sat down, while the two of them stood in
the alcove between the two sets of seats opposite where I
was sitting.  Asuka was looking around at the other people
on the train, and Ai stood facing the window with her back
to me.  All the other kids seemed more or less absorbed in
their conversations and not paying much attention to us.

Asuka took out her cell phone, and started tapping out a
message to someone with her thumbs, while Ai continued to
stare out the window.  Eventually, I turned away and
started thinking about the exams I had to mark and other
things I had to do before I left.

When I came out of my reverie, I noticed that Asuka had
slid down into a squatting pose as she continued to thumb
away at the small keyboard.  In the States, people don't
squat much, but here even girls in skirts will sit like
that from time to time.  Usually, they probably don't mean
anything by it, but I, and I assume other men too, cannot
help but find our eyes drawn to what lies within their
skirts.  Asuka was sitting at an angle to me, so mostly
what I could see were her bare legs, but I thought I could
just make out a few strands of black pubic hair sticking
out from between her nubile young thighs.

So this was the unseemly attire that the principal had
been talking about.  How had he found out, I wonder?  Did
he or one of his secretaries spot her in a moment of
weakness climbing the stairs?  I really should tell her to
stop, but despite my best intentions, I was beginning to
feel a familiar tingling sensation deep down in my own
loins.  The pink flesh on Asuka's lovely thighs looked so
supple and soft, it reminded me of Ai's own heavenly body,
actually.

Asuka's eyes flashed in my direction.  I quickly turned
away, but she had obviously noticed where I was staring. 
She turned a bit more to the side trying to hide her pussy
from my view, and soon went back to tapping on the cell
phone as if there was nothing strange at all about running
around with no panties on.  A few minutes later, she
reached up and shook Ai's arm pulling her down to look at
something on the keyboard.

Ai hesitated as she realized I was watching, but Asuka
whispered something I couldn't quite catch.  Ai looked up
at me, almost fearfully, but soon reluctantly gave in to
the pull of Asuka's arm.  Gazing around nervously at the
rest of the car, Ai slowly slid down next to Asuka.  Ai's
legs drifted apart giving me a brief glimpse of her
luscious pussy.  My cock stiffened, as my eyes focused in
on her, but her sense of modesty soon kicked in, and she
pressed her legs together as tightly as she could.  I
could still see the curve of her bare behind, but she
desperately kept her legs locked together, quivering
nervously, ashamed by her own immodest pose.

My heart sped up, as the fear that she might get caught,
mixed with the excitement of seeing her lovely body in
such a vulnerable position.  I was starting to want her
again, want her desperately as my common sense began to
evaporate into thin air.  As much as I hated to admit it,
I was beginning to love this voyeuristic thrill of seeing
poor helpless little Ai placing herself in these
embarrassing situations.

The tension was becoming overwhelming, but then a boy,
perhaps from another school, came barreling down the
aisle.  Ai stood up like a shot, terrified that she might
be caught with her panties down as it were.  The more
practiced Asuka skillfully shifted her legs to the side
successfully avoiding his gaze.  This close call had
clearly shaken Ai up, and she returned to her vigil gazing
out the window, until Asuka called her to look at whatever
she was doing on her cell phone.  Ai looked back at me,
and then slunk slowly back down into her unladylike squat.
 She slowly came to terms with her embarrassment, and
pretending to be concentrating on the cell phone, let her
legs spread apart causing the hem of her skirt to rise up
giving me an unobstructed view of her wondrous little
pussy.  The sunlight streaming in through the windows
would roll across her outstretched thighs, highlighting
her little tuft of pubic hair only to disappear for a
moment, and then come back again.  I had to adjust my
pants as my erection was becoming quite noticeable.

Another man approached, but this time Ai just closed her
legs and waited for him to pass.  Once he was gone, she
spread her legs again even wider than before, a playful
grin on her delicate lips, seemingly enjoying the thrill
of flashing me on the busy train.

The train slowed down, and people stood up getting ready
to get off, so both Ai and Asuka straightened up and
brushed down their skirts.  The two of them nodded to me
signaling that they were going to get off, so I stood up
and lined up behind them.  The station we were pulling
into is one of the largest in the area, a major transfer
point for people heading north to Tokyo.  There were
hundreds of people standing on the platform, and I gazed
down at Asuka and Ai's short skirts worrying that someone
might uncover their secret.  They both seemed nervous too,
as if they'd never done this before.  This show of daring
must be for my benefit, but why risk it?  If someone
spotted them, they could be arrested or worse.

The train stopped, and we all got off pushed along by the
crowd.  The two of them stopped at the bottom of the
stairs waiting for most of the other people to go up
first.  We all looked at each other anxiously, wondering
how they would be able to get up the steep stairwell
without being spotted.  Once the crowd had cleared a bit,
they let their backpacks hang down at the back, so their
cute little bums would get at least some cover.  I ran
interference for them at the bottom of their stairs, as
they ran up, their skirts bouncing this way and that and
really providing very little protection indeed.  One
schoolboy standing not far from me got a pretty good look
at them.  He rubbed his eyes on disbelief, but made no
move to follow, so I just ran up after them to make sure
they were OK.

They kept moving pretty quickly, out the turnstiles and up
another set of stairs.  Asuka didn't even bother to hide
her cute little ass this time as she scrambled up to the
top.  I ran up after them, but my growing erection was
making it hard to move too quickly.  I finally caught up
with them at the lights in front of the station.

"Ashita mo shiken dakara, mou sugu kaeranakya ikenai kedo,
sukoshi dake kissa ni hairu? (We both have tests tomorrow,
so we'd better go home soon, but how about we just stop in
a coffee shop for a minute?)"  Asuka pointed to one on the
opposite side of the intersection.  I smiled and nodded,
my heart still thumping away from having witnessed their
little show back there.

The light turned green, and as we crossed I realized that
Asuka had been pointing to a coffee shop on the second
floor above a video shop.  The front was all glass, and a
lot of the customers were sitting at a counter looking out
over the intersection.  You could see all the girls' legs
under the counter from the street.  Surely, she wasn't
planning on sitting there.  They'd be spotted for sure.

Ai slowed down so she could walk beside me, as Asuka
rushed on ahead.

"Asuka always want to try this, but usually too dangerous.
 You protect us, right?"

Oh Jesus, don't tell me this was all a set up to get me to
play bodyguard for Asuka's exhibitionist fantasies.

"A!  Kouchou-sensei wa pantsu wo hakinasai to itte ita yo.
(The principal told me to get her to put on some
panties)."

"OK, OK.  Promise, but this time help us, OK?  Asuka's
dream, you know."

Her dream is to sit and flash a huge busy intersection? 
Good lord, this girl needs help.

Before I knew it though the three of us were sitting at
that very same counter staring out at the street, me in
the middle, Asuka and Ai on either side.  At least they
both seemed to be keeping their legs together, but with
all the people passing by below, I was finding the whole
thing a bit nerve-wracking.  To make matters worse, there
seemed to be a police box on the other side of the
intersection.  Let's hope they can't see this far.  The
last thing I need is to be arrested the week before I go
home.

Asuka set one elbow on the counter and turned to face me.

"Ne, ne, Don-chan, Amerika wa dou iu kanji? (Hey, Donny,
tell us, what's the U.S like anyway?)"

I rolled my eyes at the cheek of this little devil. 
Fortunately, she did seem to be behaving herself so far,
with her legs tilted demurely to the side, but quite a few
of the guys below looked up at Asuka and Ai's legs as they
passed by.

"Ano ne, sakki iiou to shite ita kedo, kouchou-sensei wa
shitte iru yo, kimi ga no-pan to iu koto.  (As I started
to tell you earlier, the principal knows you run around
with your panties)."

"Dakara nani?  Oshiri ni pen? (What are you going to do? 
Spank me?)"  She reached around and threatened to lift up
her skirt at the back.  I held my breath, but ultimately
she just let the skirt fall back down.  "Tonikaku, katai
koto wo iwanai de yo.  Watashitachi wa nakama deshou (Oh,
don't be so serious.  The three of us are all the same,
aren't we?)"

I drew back, a bit frightened by the implications of this
comment.

"Iya, iya, betsu ni fukai imi wa nai yo.  Datte, kou iu no
ga suki deshou (Oh, I didn't mean anything by that.  It's
just that you like this sort of thing, don't you?)"

I looked over at Ai, who was just sitting there calmly
sipping on her tea.  I felt a bit trapped, but as far as I
could tell, Asuka was just trying to get me to forget
about the principal.  I decided to change the subject.

"Maa, tonikaku, nani wo kiite itakke.  Amerika nee?  Iya,
nihon to chigau to ieba chigau darou (Well, anyway, what
were you asking?  Oh, the U.S.  I guess you could say it's
not quite the same as Japan)."

"Tatoeba Ai-chan mitai na ko wa inai deshou (I bet they
don't have anyone there like Ai)."  Asuka gave me a big
knowing smile.  Ai immediately reached past me to swat
Asuka on the shoulder, but as she did, her legs spread
apart.  I quickly grabbed her thigh, and pulled her legs
back closed.  The feeling of her soft flesh though gave a
shot of energy to my stiffening willy.  I withdrew my
hand, and Ai shyly fixed her skirt.

"Nee, kimi-tachi ii kanji deshou (See!  The two of you
make a great couple)," Asuka quipped.  "Doushite Amerika
ni kaeranakya ikenai no? (Why do you have to go back to
the States?)"

I looked over at Ai, who was gazing down sadly into her
cup of tea.  I didn't know what to say, what to tell her. 
I'd thought of staying, but somehow it just didn't seem
like the right thing to do.  I liked Ai.  I liked her very
much.  But somehow...

"Maa, maa, kangaetoite yo.  Watashitachi kaeranakya.  Jaa
ne.  (Anyway, think about it.  We have to get going.  See
you)."  Asuka drained her cup and then started moving
toward the door.  Ai stood up as well, and backed away. 
Just as I thought they were going to leave, Asuka ran back
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Bodigaado arigatou (Thanks for being our bodyguard)." 
She flipped her skirt up brazenly flashing the bustling
crowd outside with her nicely trimmed bush, and then ran
off down the escalator.  I stared out at the crowd
wondering if anyone had seen her, but all seem normal.  I
continued to look down waiting, but I didn't see the two
of them come out of the building.  They must have gone off
to a washroom somewhere to put their panties back on.  Of
all the crazy stunts!  I rubbed my cheek where Asuka had
kissed me.  Japan was a strange place indeed.

To be continued


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