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Subject: {ASSM} The Girl Next Door 2: Cheerleading Practice {Martin Suncrest} (fM, voy, exhib, no sex (yet))
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The Girl Next Door 2: Cheerleading Practice
By Martin Suncrest

The story so far: I'm 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, an beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really
intending to, I have discovered a secret about the shy
young Mayu: she has a great body but no great 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.  As you
might guess, I've become fascinated with this adventurous
young miss, and have been trying to figure out how to
strike up a conversation, and maybe get to know her a
little bit better.


The next few days just dragged by.  I tried to finish up
all my work, but I couldn't stop thinking of Mayu.  I
usually caught a glimpse of her leaving in the morning and
when she came home in the afternoon, but she didn't come
out into the yard anymore.  Maybe I should just go down
there, and knock on her door.  Still, her mom seemed to be
home a lot.  Maybe that's why she wasn't coming out.  It
felt like she was under heavy guard.  For all I knew, she
might just feel the same way.

A few days later, I got an email from my friend John
asking where on earth I got the picture I'd sent him of
Mayu's cute little ass.  He couldn't believe I'd taken it.
 Oh well.  I guess I'll just have to enjoy this myself for
now.  But how on earth am I ever going to get to talk to
her?

By luck, one afternoon not long afterward, I managed to
stumble onto her.  It was hot in my apartment, and I was
getting tired of working inside, so I packed up my laptop,
and headed out for a nearby park, Komazawa Olympic Park. 
It was built for the Tokyo Olympics in 1964, 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 half
intending to work, but before long, I heard the voices of
young girls coming this way.  I turned, and a group of ten
or so high school girls dressed in t-shirts and navy gym
shorts ("bloomers") came parading by.  It was just past
3:30, so this must be some kind of after-school activity
or club.  As I looked closer, I realized that Mayu was
among them.  This must be her school's cheerleading team
come to practice in the park.  They walked by gabbing away
happily.  My curiosity peaked, I hastily packed up my
laptop, and went after them, keeping back a safe distance.

Just short of one of the buildings, they turned, and
disappeared out of sight behind a line of trees.  I
cautiously entered the wood, and then stopped when I came
to the edge of a little grassy clearing where they were
setting down their things.  They were all quite cute,
sporty looking in their tight little gym uniforms.  Some
of them were a bit 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 all
exuded a healthy giggly 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, but surely anyone walking by
on the path they'd come in from would be able to see them.
 I reeled back in disbelief though as I suddenly realized
they were intending to change into their cheerleading
uniforms right here in the middle of this bustling park!

Sensibly though, 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
my vantage point, I could see well enough what was going
on in the middle of the group.  One after another, they
would strip off their t-shirts, and quickly pull on their
cheerleading tops.  Their lacy white sports bras fit
snuggly over their nubile young 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 little
peek at their white cotton panties as they bent over.

Mayu stood in the outer circle for a long time chatting
happily away with her teammates.  Finally, it came her
turn, and she moved to the middle of the circle.  Before
she started to change though, she looked all around.  As
her gaze turned this way, I moved behind a tree, a bit
frightened now that she might have seen 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 sexy, 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 back at her
house, so I already had a sneaking suspicion what she
might be up to.

She slowly slid her bloomers down her silky young thighs,
but it took me another second before I could confirm 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 delightfully
spankable bare bottom peeking out from under the hem.  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 with no underwear and precious
few of her classmates around to guard her.  She finally
leaned over flashing me her ass yet again, and tucked her
bloomers away into her bag.  Just watching her, I was
starting to get a very serious hard-on.  Mayu strolled
across the field to where Megumi was, her skirt bouncing
up and down in rhythm as she walked, exposing first her
ass and then her pussy over and over in rapid succession. 
None of the other girls seemed to notice, but I was
getting seriously excited.  I'd never seen such a brazen
act in my whole life.  She was now standing not so very
far from the path and the entrance to the building behind
them.  I stood watching with bated breath, wondering if
she was going to get spotted by someone walking along the
path.

Eventually, they all came back, and the circle reformed,
but Mayu stood there for a while longer with her back to
me gabbing away with Megumi.  It was stifling hot, but
every time a breeze blew by, her skirt would flutter up
exposing her precious little 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
sweet little virgin pussy.  I could almost taste it.  I
was dangerously close to coming, but I couldn't take my
eyes off her.  She was truly a wet dream come true.

Eventually, they were all almost ready, so Mayu rushed
into the middle of the group, bent over again, and dug her
panties out.  She turned to face this way, and lifted up
one leg to slide her panty 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 coach came out, so she quickly pulled her panties up
and not a moment too soon.  He seemed the stern "tough
love" type, and set them to work warming up at once.

To avoid being seen, I backed up into the woods a bit, and
eventually found a safer vantage point further back out of
view.  I liked how they warmed up, working in pairs, 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 examining their
outstretched crotches as they did this.  Athletic little
bodies.

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 inevitably billow
up in the wind, exposing her panties.  I wondered if Mayu
had ever done the same stunt without her panties.  That
would be a sight to see.

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 without her panties.  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 staring boys on the school's back field.

After that day, I lost track of Mayu again 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, and 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 enough to make an impression, but not so friendly
as to arouse suspicion.  Eventually, I bumped into the two
of them, mother and daughter 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 not to hesitate 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
wit the elusive Mayu.

Maybe a week or so later, I got a phone call from Mr.
Hamada, Mayu's father.  This made me more than a bit
nervous, but he turned out to be more approachable than I
would have guessed.  Their son was going to university in
the States.  This explained the knowing look the mom had
given Mayu when I said I was from the States.  This was
doubtless why they were so keen on having Mayu study
English.  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 his son, and his business trips to the
U.S., and other places around the world.  He turned out to
be quite the globe trotter with pictures and souvenirs of
each of the places he'd been to.  Mayu and her mother had
been with him to the States to see their son, but in
general it seemed they stayed here at home while he
traveled.  So that's why I almost never see him.

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 suitably taken
with me.  I could only hope I could make as good
impression on Mayu herself.

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 looked pretty cute as always.  They invited
me into their dining room for some tea, and more chat. 
The father loved to talk to someone who could appreciate
his wide knowledge of the world.  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 unceremoniously on her
bed.

"Douzo yoroshiku onegai shimasu.  (I'm looking forward to
studying with you.  I hope you'll teach me well)," 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, 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.  The whole capter seemed to be vocabulary
complete with diagrams of the various parts.  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.  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 little breasts
making it obvious she was not wearing a bra.  Her track
pants hung fairly low on her young hips.

"Oheso wa eigo de nan te iu ka wakarimasu ka? (Do you know
what a navel is called in English?)"

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?)"

She tilted back towards me, and lifted up her t-shirt to
show me her ribs as well.  She had a splendidly flat
tummy, as you would expect a cheerleader might.

"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 decided not to.  I taught her "breasts," and she
dutifully wrote it down in her notebook.  I watched her,
absolutely fascinated by her every gesture - the way she
batted her eyelashes, and licked her lips before putting
all of her concentration into writing out these seemingly
simple words.  I rolled my chair over closer to the 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 I could
hardly believe it.  She wrote down 'heel,' and then I
slowly went up her leg touching each part in turn through
the material of her track pants: ankle, calf, knee and
thigh, teaching her each one in turn.  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 in
the park.  Unable to contain my curiosity, I reached out,
hooked my finger onto her waistband, and pulled it down
exposing her bare behind.

"Sensei, yada.  Nani shitenno?  (Mr. Suncrest, ah!  What
are you doing?)"

I had seen her rear before, but never from so up close. 
It looked so soft, hairless and cushiony.  It would
doubtless make for a joyously smooth ride if I slid my
schlong inside her.  She wriggled her ass back and forth
trying to get me to let go.  I could feel my erection
growing stronger with every second.

"E?  Doushite pantsu wo haiteinai n desu ka?  (How come
you're not you wearing panties?)" I asked a bit shocked.

"Datte ie no naka da mon. ('Cause I'm at home now)."

I let go of her waistband, and it snapped back into place.
 She quickly pulled it back 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 what a gorgeous rear end she had.

"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 with more tea.  How long had she been
standing there?  Had she overheard our conversation?

To be continued

Martin Suncrest

Don Gordon has kindly agreed to host my stories at his web
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