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Orientation
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
If you'd like to know more about me, my friends and
the background to this post, please check out my home
page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


Summer was almost over, but at least, my boyfriend
Ryosuke and I had managed to borrow our friend
Futoshi's car.  Unfortunately, for the first little
while, Ryosuke was working, so we couldn't go anywhere
anyway.  Other stuff was going on though, so I didn't
mind so much.  On campus, I bumped into Yuriko, and
she invited me to come to the next meeting of the
Japanese Student Union.  They were trying to plan what
the group should do for orientation.  Everyone had all
these different ideas, but eventually they decided to
put on a Taiko (Japanese drum) exhibition.  I don't
know if you've seen it, but the drummers dress up in
Japanese traditional outfits: happi jackets, fundoshi
(loincloths) and hachimaki (headbands).  They put on a
real show banging away like anything with these big
sticks on these drums above their heads.  They really
pound hard, and it makes a deep rumbling sound, sort
of like an earthquake almost.

Kazuo, the JSU president, used to study Taiko in
Japan, and he said he could get us some drums and
costumes, and we could do a little show, and maybe let
the passers-by try.  It sounded like a fun idea, so I
volunteered to be one of the drummers.  I used to play
around with Taiko in music class at school.  I
couldn't really play at all, but I can kind of imitate
how real Taiko drummers do it.  They stand with their
feet way apart, hold the thick drumsticks above their
heads, and yell a lot.  I did my imitation, and
everyone started laughing.  They said I'd be perfect. 
The other 'volunteers' were all younger: the boys
Tetsu and Mark, who came to the fireworks show with
us, and a new girl, Ayumi.

About a week before the show, Kazuo brought the drums
into the JSU office, so we could all practice.  Kazuo
was pretty good, so he showed the rest of us how, and
then we tried.  Tetsu and I had done a bit of Taiko in
school in Japan, but we had a hard time drumming in
time with each other at first.  Eventually though we
began to get the hang of it.  At the end of this one
whole long practice run, my friend Satomi and Yuriko
and them all started clapping.  I was so happy that it
wouldn't be a complete mess.

As the day of the show drew closer, we had to figure
out what we were all going to wear.  Someone suggested
happi coats and fundoshi (loincloths) like the
drummers wear in Japan.  At first, I didn't think we'd
be able to get them in time, but Takuya said he knew a
guy here who used to work making clothes in Japan. 
The next day, I got a call from Takuya asking me to
meet him at the clubroom, so the tailor guy Okazaki
could take my measurements.  Okazaki was really young
with long spikey black hair, but he pulled out these
diagrams of the designs he wanted to use, and they
looked pretty cool.

Yuriko suggested that he make shorts instead of a
fundoshi for Ayumi and me, but somehow, I ended up
mentioning that I had worn a fundoshi before at a
Shinto festival in Tokyo.  Ayumi looked pretty
embarrassed, but Okazaki didn't really say what he was
going to do.  He just called us over to take our
measurements.  I didn't know quite what to make of
him.  He pulled the measuring tape tight around my
breasts squeezing them, and then he put his hand on my
buttocks as he measured my waist.  As if that weren't
bad enough, he slid his hand between my legs when he
went to measure my inseam.  Ayumi looked even more
embarrassed when he measured her, but then again I
guess if we wanted him to make the uniforms, he did
have to get our sizes.

A week or so later, Okazaki showed up with the
uniforms for us to try.  The happi coats were red and
black, and he'd just brought white fundoshi, no
shorts, for Ayumi and me.  I guess we could have
brought our own, but I figured if they were so
desperate to see us in a fundoshi, I didn't really
mind that much.  It would definitely make the whole
thing seem more authentic.  Before Okazaki could
explain how to tie up the fundoshi though, Takuya and
Tetsu kind of cornered him talking about something
else.  Ayumi and I gathered up our new outfits, and
wandered off to look for a place to change.

It was fairly late, so there didn't seem to be anyone
much around in the International Center.  I wandered
into one of the empty rooms just next door.  Ayumi
peered around looking a bit worried I guess.  Outside
the window, it was pitch black.  I casually started
undoing the buttons on my blouse, and took it off.  I
felt kind of self-conscious standing there in just my
bra, but Ayumi had started to get undressed too, so I
guess she didn't find it too strange.  In our high
school in Japan, we often had to get changed in a
spare classroom for gym.

I reached down, and undid the button on my jeans.  I
undid my zipper, kicked off my shoes, and as I pulled
down my jeans, I slouched down trying to hide behind
this table in the middle of the room.  Suddenly, I was
standing there in just my underwear, trying to figure
out how to put the uniform on.  I pulled on the happi
jacket, so at least that covered my bra back up.  You
could see the frilly white lace of my bra though
between the two sides of the collar, so I ended up
taking it off.  This left my cleavage exposed, but I
thought it looked more decent than letting everyone
see my bra.

I couldn't quite remember how to tie up the fundoshi
though.  My friend in Japan, Miori had shown me once,
but that was almost a year before, so I couldn't
really remember.

"How do you tie this on?" I asked Ayumi.  She looked
as puzzled as I was.

"I don't know," she said.  "You just sort of wrap it
around your waist, and then pull the end between your
legs, don't you?"

With her standing there between me and the door, I got
up the nerve to pull down my panties, and step out of
them.  I felt really naughty though standing there
half naked with the guys just next door.  I knew this
was a bit much though, so I pulled on the hem of my
happi jacket trying to cover up.  It didn't go down
much past my waist, but at least my breasts were
covered.  Ayumi looked a bit surprised that I would
strip right here.

"I thought you thread it between your legs first," I
suggested showing her.  Ayumi came around to my side
of the table to hide, but ended up taking off her
panties too.  Her pubic hair was thinner than mine,
and brown instead of black, but she had fairly wide
hips for a girl so young.  I lifted up my jacket at
the back peeking down at my own bare behind, until
Ayumi touched my arm pointing at the window.  It
looked like there might be someone walking by outside.
 I pulled the hem back down, but it was a bit too
short to cover my bottom.  We could hear the boys
mucking around in the room next door, so we finally
just wrapped the fundoshi around, and tied it on.  It
still felt weird the way it was wedged up between my
buttocks cheeks, but at least it was more or less
covering my pubic hair.

We went back to show the boys, and their eyes all went
wide as they stared down at our practically naked
hips.  I spun around to show them the back, and soon
Tetsu the youngest was clutching his crotch apparently
trying to hide a growing erection.  Ayumi was more
reluctant to show them her backside, but Okazaki snuck
around behind her, and lifted the hem supposedly to
check if she'd tied it right.  Ayumi was blushing
bright red, but trying her best to act as if it was no
big deal.  We practiced for a bit, but soon Ayumi and
I got tired of the guys staring at our behinds, so we
went back to the other room to change back into our
street clothes.  I actually felt a bit like fooling
around some more, but I didn't want to do anything too
strange with Ayumi there.  She was obviously not used
to being the center of attention.

We came in the next night too to practice the drum
some more.  I changed into my fundoshi, but Ayumi just
stayed in her street clothes.  After we'd been
practicing for quite a while, we all started to get
tired.  I got a call from Ryosuke saying he was on his
way, but for some reason, the guys and everyone all
decided to clear out before he came.  They ended up
giving me the key to lock up.  Eventually, Ryosuke
showed up, tired too, but happy I waited for him.  I
showed him what we'd been practicing.  I spread my
legs wide, pounding on the drum.  He clapped at first,
but soon it became obvious his mind was on something
else besides my drumming.  He came up behind me,
running his hands along my body, and eventually
tugging at my fundoshi pulling the knot undone.  I
kept playing pretending to ignore him, but soon he
pulled it right off, fondling my buttocks and sliding
his hand between my legs searching for my pleasure
zone.

I was starting to get in the mood too, but before we
could do anything, suddenly the door swung open. 
Yuriko came rushing in, and Kazuo appeared at the
door.  Ryosuke quickly backed away from me, acting
innocent, while Yuriko searched through the desks for
something she'd left behind.  I glanced around for my
fundoshi, but it was too late.  Kazuo's eyes wandered
down my back, and settled on my bare behind.  I pulled
my legs together, and covered up as best I could with
my hands, but that just made it all the more obvious
that I was naked from the waist down.

"Whoa!" Kazuo exclaimed, obviously shocked to find
sweet innocent little me standing here half naked.  I
smiled weakly, acutely embarrassed to have been
caught.  Yuriko glared at me and then Ryosuke,
obviously not pleased.

"We were trying to figure out how to tie on the
fundoshi," I explained lamely.  I was kind of hoping
Ryosuke would bail me out somehow, but he just stood
there not quite hiding his grin with his hand.  Kazuo
came in to get a better look at my bare bottom.

"So this is why you two wanted to stay late," Kazuo
smirked.  I must have been blushing bright red by
then.  My panties and jeans were in the next room, so
I just lamely picked up the fundoshi not knowing quite
what to do.  Ryosuke and Kazuo both looked pleased as
punch, but Yuriko didn't look happy at all.

"Hurry up, and get back dressed," she snarled.  I
didn't bother covering up my rear as I walked away,
and the two boys came out to watch me.  I swung my
hips to and fro spinning the fundoshi up in the air,
almost like a stripper would, enjoying the attention
for the moment.  I guess I was still excited a bit
from the way Ryosuke had been touching me.  In the
next room, I plopped my bare bottom down in a big
comfy chair, and gently fingered my aching pussy.  I
knew the boys were just outside, but I was so turned
on by then.  All I needed was a few minutes...

Anyway, soon, I came back out all dressed.  I bowed
low to Yuriko and Kazuo in apology.  They were
obviously pretty shocked, but I kept on apologizing
and asking them not to tell anyone.  In the end, they
finally agreed.  I felt so weird about the whole
thing, but they were pretty good about it really. 
Ryosuke ended up giving them a ride home, and dropped
me off at my place without even a kiss good night.  I
knew we'd have time for that later, but I felt a bit
frustrated that night.

The next day though, Ryosuke finally managed to get
some time off work, so we planned to go out for a
night on the town.  I'd been so looking forward to
this.  With the car, we could go anywhere we wanted. 
I'd even bought a new outfit for the occasion, a lacy
white skirt and an orange shoulder-less blouse.

"That's quite the outfit," he said when he came to
pick me up.

"Thanks," I smiled.  We got in the car, and drove
downtown, but part way there he pulled into the
parking lot for this park.  I looked over at him
shyly, but soon he leaned over, and gave me a kiss.  I
was a bit surprised by his sudden passion, but at
first, I just lay back, and let him kiss me.  Soon he
started massaging my breasts.  I was a bit worried
because there were some kids playing around nearby
just outside.  

"Can you drop me by at the school?" I suddenly asked,
trying to change the subject.  "I have to pick up my
registration package."

He kept kissing me though, and soon he'd slid one hand
up my skirt.

"Ryosuke!" I protested, but he just grinned, and
starting pulling down my panties.  I guess he was
still kind of excited after our adventures the day
before, but this was broad daylight in the middle of
the city.  I finally managed to get him to stop, but
not before he'd pulled my panties off.

"Hey!  Give those back."

He just gave me a soft kiss, and started the engine
again.

"Ryosuke!"

"You wanted me to drive you to the school, right?"

I looked down a bit nervously at my skirt.  The
material was fairly thin, a wispy white lace, so I was
worried that people would be able to see through it. 
We argued back and forth on the way, but he still
wouldn't give me my panties back.

On campus, the new term was starting soon, so there
were a few other students there walking this way and
that.  I checked my skirt again, but Ryosuke kept
assuring me that it would be alright, so I finally got
out, and dashed up the steps.  I soon realized though
that this wasn't such a good idea because one of the
guys standing by the entrance did a double-take as I
walked by.  In the bright sun, he must have been able
to make out my pubic hair, and he turned to stare at
my rear end, as I walked away.  Once I got under the
shade of the roof, it wasn't quite as obvious that I
was naked underneath, but I got all nervous, because
there was a whole bunch of people coming this way.  I
used my bag to hide my pussy, but I was still worried
because the guys I passed kept turning around to peer
down at my behind.  Shoot!  Why did I let Ryosuke talk
me into this?  I sure hope I don't meet any of my
profs.

Inside the light was a little dimmer, so that was a
relief.  I dashed past the security guard, and pressed
the button for the elevator.  It took forever, and
soon other people came up, so I moved down to the far
end, still doing my best to hide my pussy with my bag.
 My heart was beating a mile a minute.  I glanced over
my shoulder, but right behind me, there were these
glass doors!  Luckily the elevator finally came, and
we all got on.

I soon realized I didn't know what floor the
admissions office was on.  I looked up at the floor
guide, and finally found it.  There was this clerk guy
standing next to me, and he smiled at me, and then
glanced down curiously at my skirt.  Even in this
light I wonder if he can tell.  I was the first to get
off, but when I glanced back at him, he was staring
down in puzzlement at my behind.  Oh god.  What on
earth am I doing walking around school like this?

In the admissions office, there was a line up.  I got
in line, but soon some other students came, and lined
up behind me.  I moved my bag around to hide my rear,
but I felt horribly exposed.  My turn finally came,
but I had to pull my purse away to get out the forms. 
I could feel the guys behind all staring down at my
rear.  I did my best to ignore them, and explain what
I wanted to the clerk.  I had to get my student card
updated, so she sent me over to the counter for my
department.  I sat down, but the feeling of the vinyl
on my bare thighs sent shivers up my spine.  The guys
in line were still watching me, and I was starting to
feel very very hot.  I pulled my collar tightly
together to hide my cleavage.  I stared up forlornly
at the glaring bright lights.  I must have been
blushing like anything.  The clerk must have noticed
because she asked,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."  I shook my head wishing there was a hole I
could crawl into.  Eventually, she handed me my new
card.  I nodded thank you, and made a beeline for the
door with all these people watching me.  Luckily, I
didn't run into much of anyone on my way back down.  I
was so relieved to get back in the car.  Ryosuke
asked,

"How did it go?" but I just swatted him on the
shoulder, and bit my lip, too embarrassed to tell him
what had happened.  We finally drove downtown, and
parked the car a little ways back from the restaurant.

"Can I have my panties back?  Please!"

"You are making a big deal over nothing.  No one can
tell."

I knew no matter what I said he wasn't going to budge,
but I was already deeply regretting wearing this
skirt.  It looked bad enough even with my panties on. 
We got out, and walked down this little side street. 
Before I had even realized what was happening, we
walked over this grate in the sidewalk.  A gust of
wind blew up from below, tickling my privates and
causing my skirt to billow way up.  I rushed to fluff
it back down, but when I turned around, there was a
guy right behind us smiling away at me like anything. 
He'd obviously gotten a good look at my bare behind. 
I glanced back at him worried, but he just laughed,
and looked amused.  It seemed like he wanted to say
something to me, but he was with his daughter.  He
followed along behind us for a while, staring at my
hips, but when we crossed at the lights, he just stood
there, grinning at his own good fortune.  Ryosuke
smirked over at me, mightily amused.

"Gave the guy a little peek, did you?"

"Not on purpose!" I fumed.

The restaurant he took me to was actually quite nice,
one of the more fashionable cafes in a ritzy district
of town.  I wanted to sit inside, but it was summer,
and they had an outdoor patio right on the street, so
Ryosuke asked the Maitre D' to seat us there.  I
glanced around nervously, but it looked like most of
the customers were too wrapped up in their own
conversations to pay much attention to us.  The waiter
came, and took our drink order, and slowly, I managed
to relax a bit.  The menu was all in French and
Italian: foie gras, carpaccio and god knows what all
else.  I ordered some fancy seafood dish, and sat back
trying to enjoy the atmosphere.  All the other people
there were so well dressed it made me even more
self-conscious.  Ryosuke seemed at ease though, and
soon we started talking about all the restaurants we'd
been to and where we'd like to go next.

My cell phone rang, so I fished it out of my purse. 
On call display, I could see it was some guy from
school who'd been pestering me a lot lately.  I didn't
want to ruin our evening, so I just blocked the call,
and put the phone away.

"Who was that?" Ryosuke asked immediately suspicious.

"It was no one important.  Don't worry about it."

He sensed though that something was up, grabbed my
purse away from me, and started rifling through it
looking for my cell phone.

"Hey, give that back!" I squealed, standing up and
leaning over the table to get it back from him.  We
struggled for it for a moment, but soon he let go, and
started looking over my shoulder behind me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Um, maybe you'd better sit back down," he suggested
pointing down at my skirt.  In the rush to get my
purse back, I'd completely forgotten about what I was
wearing.  My skirt had billowed up again, and now all
these people behind me were sitting there staring in
wonder at my bare behind.  The couple sitting right
behind me looked the most shocked.  The guy must have
gotten a close-up look at my pussy, but even the
waiter who was standing way off by the door was
grinning over at me obviously amused.  I smoothed my
skirt back down, and quickly sat down, but I could
overhear people murmuring about me, this shameless
little Japanese girl who had the audacity to come in
here commando.

"Who does she think she is?  Britney Spears?" I heard
one guy say, and it looked like this other guy was
phoning someone on his cell apparently to tell them
what he had seen.  I did my best to act like
everything was normal, but the stir I had created was
ballooning out of control.

"Maybe we'd better leave," I whispered staring down at
the purse I'd placed on my lap to cover up my aching
pubis.  I was starting to feel very very hot.

"No, let's just wait for a minute.  I think it will be
OK."

That was easy for him to say.  He wasn't the one
everyone was staring at.  Soon, the waiter brought our
food, but then hovered there for a minute.

"Is there anything else you would like?" he asked. 
"Some wine perhaps with your meal."

"No thanks.  This is fine," Ryosuke told him.

"It would be on the house," the waiter persisted.  It
was kind of obvious why he was being so kind.  He was
offering us free food because he had enjoyed the view,
and perhaps wanted another peek.

"No that's OK," I told him, waving him away.  He
nodded, smiled, and then left.  Some of the other
customers were still staring at me, but slowly the
whispering died down, and people started talking about
other topics.  Ryosuke grinned at me.

"You've gotten to be quite brave, haven't you?"

"This wasn't my idea," I told him.  I knew he probably
wanted to push things further, but I already felt
embarrassed enough as it was.  He finally let it be,
and we went back to eating our meal.  Even though we'd
told him not to, the waiter brought us a free dessert,
creme brule or something like that.  The food was all
quite good; it almost made up for the embarrassment. 
We paid the bill, and a few people watched as I left,
but I think I mostly managed to hide my privates with
my purse.  I was grateful when we finally managed to
get away from the crowds though because I was getting
tired of everyone staring down at my skirt.  Ryosuke
put his arm around me, and we walked back to the car
in peace without any further incidents.

The next day, Ryosuke was back at work, so I went, and
helped Kazuo and them set up the tent for our Taiko
exhibition.  It was out on the main field by one of
the religious colleges.  Then, on the morning of the
show, I went down, and the whole campus was buzzing
with activity.  I smiled when I saw some of the other
groups practicing.  Everyone was all excited because
of the new year.

When I got to our tent, some of the boys had already
brought the drums out, and everyone was busy getting
ready.  Tetsu and Mark were standing there nervously
adjusting their fundoshis.  I smiled at them, glad to
see someone else embarrassed for a change.  They both
looked so cute, sort of like buff young sumo
wrestlers, their skin all white.  Yuriko and Satomi
and them were all dressed up in their yukatas, but I
was still in my jeans, and there was no sign of Ayumi
yet.

"Where can I get changed?" I asked Kazuo.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that.  Have you got your
uniform?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I don't know.  We just got changed out back, but
maybe you should go find a washroom somewhere."

My first thought was to ask Satomi for the key to her
dorm room, but she was kind of busy talking with her
true love Hiro, and I didn't want to butt in.  I
walked out around the tent to the back.  There was an
old looking religious building just behind us, maybe
some kind of seminary or dormitory or something.  I
looked up at the windows, but it looked dark and
deserted.  I wonder what they'd think if they knew
Kazuo and them had been changing here on their lawn. 
There were other tents next to ours running both ways
all the way down, but there didn't seem to be anyone
else out back here.

I walked along the narrow band of grass between the
building and the tent, set down my backpack, and
started rooting through for my outfit.  I found my
happi jacket, and took it out.  I pulled off my
t-shirt over my head, and quickly slid my arms into
the happi jacket.  You could still see my bra, so I
just decided to take it off again, the way I had the
other night.

I looked down the sides of the tent again just to make
sure no one was coming.  I could hear Kazuo talking
with some other people just on the other side of the
tent wall, and wondered if they could see my shadow. 
I kicked off my shoes, and pulled off both socks
standing on the grass in my bare feet.  I undid the
button on my jeans, and stared at my shadow on the
tent wall as I pulled them down.  I pulled them right
off, and then turned sideways folding my jeans, and
tucking them away in my backpack.  From inside the
tent, I could hear Kazuo and them all whispering. 
Maybe they are watching.  I slid a finger into the
bottom of my panties, and pulled them out of the crack
of my bottom.  I felt so naughty standing here knowing
they might be watching me.  Unable to stand the
suspense, I reached down, and slid off my panties
feeling a real rush as the cool morning air tickled at
my pussy.

Just then, a priest came out of the front of the
college.  I ducked down, panicking, praying he didn't
turn this way.  Fortunately, he walked right by
without even noticing.  My heart was pounding in my
chest.  That was close!  I'd better get dressed quick
before someone else comes.  I squatted down, stuffed
my panties into my bag, and rummaged through looking
for my fundoshi.  I found my tabi (two-toed socks) and
sandals, but I couldn't see my fundoshi anywhere.  I
hope I didn't leave it at home.  What am I going to do
now?

I pulled the tabi on, staring down nervously at my
bare pussy.  What on earth am I doing?  This is the
middle of campus for heaven's sake with all these
freshmen wandering around.  What should I do now? 
Maybe I should phone Ryosuke.

"Has anyone seen Emi?" I heard someone say.  Oh no! 
Now what?  I slid my stocking feet into my sandals,
and stood up holding my backpack in front of my pussy
to cover up.  I peered around at my bare backside. 
The happi could maybe pass for a skirt in a pinch, but
it was dangerously short.  Wait a minute.  Where's
Satomi?  She's got to be around here somewhere.

I tiptoed away from the where the priest had come out,
a bit unsure on my feet in these awkward sandals.  I'd
almost made it to the corner when I heard voices.  A
group of students came out of the same doors the
priest had.  I thought one of them might have seen me,
but luckily they didn't stop.  I squatted down, and
fished my panties back out of my backpack.  I can't
keep walking around here half naked.  I stood up fully
intending to pull my panties back on.  I just stood
there though.  I don't know why, but there was
something about standing out here in the middle of
campus in just my happi and sandals that was getting
me all turned on.  I reached down, touched my pussy,
and as I expected I was absolutely soaked.

I cautiously peeked around the corner, but there were
all these other students milling about in front of our
tent.  I looked down at the panties in my clenched
fingers, and wondered what to do.  Nervously I stuffed
my panties back in my bag, and tried to gather up my
nerve.  This had to be one of the silliest things I've
ever done.

I held my bag in front of me, and shakily stepped out
around the corner.  No one seemed to have noticed me
yet, so I slowly teetered forward towards the front of
the tent.  A couple of guys glanced over this way, and
looked me up and down.  I don't think they could tell
I was bottomless, but perhaps they thought it was
funny to see a girl in the same Taiko outfit all the
guys were wearing.  I pretended like nothing was
wrong, and slowly walked towards the front of the
tent.  I gasped when I saw how many people there were
out in front.  I paused for a moment, but then slowly
hobbled forward right to the corner of the tent, and
called out,

"Satomi!  Satomi!  Where are you?"

One of the guys standing across the way, noticed me,
and nudged his friend.  They both stared over at me,
and one said,

"Check out this chick!"  He was looking straight at
the curve of my rear end, clearly wondering what I was
wearing.  I felt so embarrassed, but I had to find
Satomi.  I couldn't just stay out here like this all
day.

"Satomi!" I cried out again.  The two guys were
quietly trying to slip around behind me trying to get
a better look at my bottom.  Finally, Satomi came
running.  She noticed the guys staring at me, and
quickly escorted me back around behind the tent.  I
was a bit worried that the guys might follow us back,
but luckily they didn't.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I can't find my fundoshi," I quietly whined.  I
lifted up the hem to show her my bare pussy.

"What on earth are you doing?" she cried out.  "You
can't walk around like that."

"I know.  I know, but I can't find my fundoshi
anywhere."

She grabbed my bag from me, and started rifling
through it.  She was all panicked now, and I began to
realize what a terrible thing it was I was doing.  I'd
been so caught up in my own feelings of pleasure I
hadn't really realized how crazy I was acting.

"Is this it?" she asked pulling it out of my bag.

"Was it in there?" I asked honestly surprised.  "I
swear I looked everywhere."

"Well, anyway, here quick, just put it on."

We struggled to straighten it out, and wrap it around
my waist, but soon we heard a voice calling,

"Satomi!"  It was Hiro, and he was coming this way. 
We both raced to tie it on, but even when he got
there, it was still just wrapped around my waist not
covering my fanny at all.  "What are you two up to
back here?" he asked curiously craning his neck around
to get a better look.  I pressed my legs together, and
pulled the hem down trying to cover up, but from the
look on his face, I could tell he could tell I wasn't
wearing any bottoms.

"Here!  Leave us alone!" Satomi cried out, shooing him
away.

"Sorry," he apologized still craning his neck peeking
at my behind until Satomi pushed him right round the
corner.  She came back looking pretty ticked off at
me.

"Sorry.  I didn't mean to..." I apologized, feeling
sorry.  Things had been going so well between Hiro and
her, but he was leaving soon.  I really didn't want to
mess things up for her.  She took it in stride though,
and soon we'd gotten the fundoshi tied on.  It still
looked indecent especially at the back, but at least
my pubic hair was covered now.  When I came back out,
the two boys from before were still staring at me,
fascinated by my bare buttocks cheeks.  I lifted it up
to show them where the knot was tied, and they both
clapped, and cheered in appreciation.

Ayumi showed up eventually, and quickly got changed
into her uniform too.  Kazuo made us stand out front,
and all these freshman kept wandering by checking us
out.  We ended up letting the boys do most of the
drumming.  It was embarrassing enough just standing
here getting stared at by all these young American
guys.  Luckily, my host mom's son didn't come.  He'd
gotten into Cal State or somewhere like that.

We somehow managed to make it through the day, but
Kazuo said our exhibit had been so popular that they
wanted us to perform at the half-time show for a
football game once the season got started.  Neither
Ayumi nor I were sure if we wanted to do this again,
but I told Kazuo I'd consider it.

Anyway, that's all for now.  Take care, and hope you
are enjoying the spring.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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