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Sleepovers in Japan
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
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When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview,
I'd found out that she didn't really seem to like
wearing pajamas to bed.  She hadn't brought any with
her, and even though I live with an American family,
she didn't seem so keen on putting any on.  Up until
then, I'd only very rarely slept in the nude, but the
next summer when I went back to Japan, her habit was
definitely on my mind.  It was really hot out, and to
tell you the truth, I don't like wearing pajamas much
myself.  Almost from the first night, I slept naked
with all my windows open, but the door shut, so my mom
and dad wouldn't see.

That first morning, I heard my mom rattling around in
the kitchen downstairs, so I wrapped a towel around
me, grabbed a t-shirt, and nipped down to have a quick
shower.  When I was done, I toweled off, pulled the
t-shirt on, and started doing my make-up.  My dad was
getting ready too, so soon in the mirror, I saw him
appear at the door behind me.  His eyes wandered down
to my bare behind, which wasn't quite covered by the
short t-shirt I was wearing.  At first, he didn't say
anything, but I made no effort to cover up, leaning
forward slightly.

"You should get dressed," he warned me sternly.  He
glared at me quite seriously, but for some reason by
then, my pussy had started tingling.  Trying to make
the feeling go away, I spread my legs, and arched my
back, but this just made the feeling worse.

"You've seen me naked before," I told him, turning
back to my make-up in an effort to think of something
else.

"Not lately," he mused wistfully, craning his neck to
get a better look.  As is common in Japan, when I was
a little girl, my dad and I used to bathe together
until my pubic hair started to come in, and the whole
thing became too embarrassing.  Still, he was acting
so weird.  I'd always pictured my dad as this staid
conservative salaryman, but here he was ogling my bare
behind like some kind of schoolboy.  Legs still
spread, I leaned even further over the sink, my hello
kitty tingling even more.  It's hard to explain why I
was getting so excited.  It was just my dad after all.
 But even so...

"Where are you going all made up like that?" he asked
obviously disapproving.

"I'm just going up to Tokyo to meet a friend."  The
friend of course was my boyfriend Ryosuke, but I
thought I'd better not to tell him that.  My dad
continued to hover there behind me for the longest
time, a frown on his face, but his eyes planted firmly
on my rear.

"How do I look?" I asked turning to face him.  I was
actually asking about my make-up, but for some reason,
his eyes wandered down to my thick black pubic hair. 
Covering my bush with my hand, I slapped his shoulder.

"Daddy!" I squealed, all embarrassed now.

"You look fine.  You've grown up into quite a pretty
young woman," he informed me matter-of-factly.  I gave
him a quick peck on the cheek, and he started to
blush.  "But whatever you do, don't let your mother
see you running around like that," he told me.  "She
wouldn't like it."

A bit disappointed that he had turned so strict, I
stuck my lips out in a pout, and turned back to the
mirror.

"Yes daddy.  I guess you want to use the sink here, do
you?" I asked finishing up.  I slid around past him
switching places, and then paused at the door to give
him one last look at my pussy.  He was too embarrassed
to look though, so I nipped off into the dining room,
and grabbed a piece of toast off the table.  My older
sister Norika looked down amused at my bare pussy, but
I just grinned back, and then ran upstairs before my
mom came.

I got dressed, and headed up to Tokyo to go shopping
with Ryosuke.  We wandered around Shibuya and Harajuku
checking out the latest fashions and seeing what all
had changed since last I was there.  We had supper
together, but we were both pretty jet-lagged, so we
ended up going back home early.  I slept in the buff
again that night.

The next morning when I woke up, I could hear my mom
downstairs again fixing breakfast.  I wanted to check
my email, so I pulled on a t-shirt, and scooted over
to the den, where my dad keeps his laptop.  I felt a
bit naughty sitting there in his chair bottomless as
the computer started up.  I pulled at my pubic hair
with my fingers, straightening it out and wondering if
I needed to trim it.  Soon the computer was ready. 
Ryosuke wasn't online, but I signed in to my email,
and read it over.  Soon, coming from behind I heard
an,

"Oh!" of surprise.  I turned to look, and it was my
dad shocked I guess to see me bottomless again.  I ran
my fingers across the cheek of my bottom confirming
that he could see it below the short hem of my
t-shirt.

"I was just checking my mail," I explained,
embarrassed to be caught half-naked two days in a row.
 He came in closer staring at the screen to see who I
was writing to.  I covered the screen with my hands,
but he just shifted his gaze down to my pubic hair.

"You don't run around like that in California, do
you?" he asked, concerned.  Covering my pussy with my
hand, I looked up at him, a bit nervous.

"No," I answered uncertainly.  My host mom Loretta's
son, Brandon, had caught me naked a couple of times,
but I was pretty sure Loretta didn't know.  I pulled
my legs together all nervous under his gaze.

"I know you are a young lady now, and going through
changes, but you should try to be more careful.  You
never know who may be watching."

I nodded solemnly, but he would have been a lot more
convincing if he hadn't been staring so intently at my
bare behind.

"Do you want to use the computer?" I asked trying to
change the subject.

"You can finish your mail if you want," he offered, a
faint smile on his lips.

"That's OK.  I'll work on it later."  I clicked
cancel, and logged out, standing up my legs spread. 
Dad seemed quite taken with my bare bottom.

"You look a bit like your mom when she was younger,"
he smiled naughtily.

"Daddy!" I chided slapping him on the shoulder as I
left.  I quickly rushed back to my room, and pulled on
some shorts before going downstairs to get ready.

Soon, after that, I called up Miori, the high school
girl whom I met at a Shinto festival a year or two
before.  She's become one of my closest friends, and
even when we're apart, we write back and forth often. 
She'd been so inspired by more stories of life in
California that lately she'd been talking about coming
her herself.  I'd been to her place in eastern Tokyo -
her dad runs a kimono shop - but she'd never been down
here to see us in Kamakura, so when I was back, I
invited her to come down, and sleep over.  We picked
her up at the station, and she was all excited to see
me, giving me a big hug when I came up.  In the car,
she jabbered away asking all these questions about
what it was like to live in the States.  My dad didn't
say too much, but he peered over at her, obviously
amused by her girlish bubbliness.

After supper, my family all disappeared off to other
rooms, leaving Miori and I at the dining table to
talk.  She had a whole bunch of stories she wanted to
tell me, but whatever it was it was too sensitive to
tell with my family buzzing around.  Eventually, my
mom came back to tell us the bath was all ready. 
Miori followed me into the bath area, and was all
laughing and joking as we got undressed.  When I first
met her, she'd seemed quite a shy girl, but now it
seemed she'd grown into a vivacious young woman, quite
sure of herself and her appeal.  She looked down at my
naked body with this twinkle in her eye, almost like a
boy, as if she liked what she saw.

Soon, I realized we needed some fresh washcloths and
towels.  I called for my mom, but dad shouted back
from the living room that she'd gone upstairs. 
Perhaps a bit infected by Miori's giddiness, I quickly
dashed out - still naked - into the dining room to
fetch the towels myself.  Dad was sitting there
watching TV in the next room, but the door was open,
so he saw me come out, and streak across the room. 
Miori was so worked up though I guess she didn't
really stop to think what was going on.  She came out
to the door between kitchen and the dining room, and
stood right where my dad could see her in her birthday
suit.  Only slowly did she notice that he was staring
right at her.

Miori is pretty well developed for her age.  She's
thinner than I am and more petit, but her breasts
bulge out quite noticeably above her rib cage.  She's
got creamy white skin, and her black pubic hair looks
neatly trimmed.  In any case, my dad's eyes were
bugging way out as he looked her up and down.  I guess
it's not every day he gets to see one of my friends
naked.

"Ohmigod!" Miori yelped covering her mouth, backing up
into the kitchen.  I grabbed the towels, and shot Dad
a look as I headed back to the bath.  He sat straight
up, and was craning his head to see if he could catch
another glimpse of Miori.

"Sorry," she blurted out.  "I didn't realize.  I mean
I thought..."

"That's OK.  It was my fault I guess.  I should have
warned you."

Miori's cheeks were blushing bright red with
embarrassment.  She'd told me about some pretty wild
things she'd done on her school trip, but I guess she
hadn't really expected to flash my dad.  I kept on
apologizing, but in a way, it was kind of funny,
especially considering that he'd caught me naked too a
couple of times lately.

Anyway, we went back into the bath, but you could she
was so embarrassed and perhaps a bit excited too.  In
no time, she was all laughing about it as if it was no
big deal.  She was starting to remind me more and more
of myself.  I was so glad to have found a friend like
this.

Eventually, we dried off, and changed into our
nighties.  I was going to lay a futon out on my floor,
but Miori asked if it would be OK if we slept in the
same bed.  I said alright, and that night, we stayed
up late, talking about all kinds of things.  Miori
told me more about Keisuke, my boyfriend's younger
brother, and their class trip to Nagano.  He sounded
kind of shyer than I would have expected.  I guess he
is still young.  I teased her a bit that maybe he
liked her, but she just grinned at me and laughed. 
Anyway, it sounded like they weren't really at the
stage yet.  That would be kind of funny if we dated
brothers.  We could get together, and compare notes.

The next morning, we got up, and had breakfast with my
mom and dad and Norika.  Dad had this sly grin on his
face, obviously still remembering what Miori looked
like naked, but Miori didn't seem too worried.  She'd
just laughed the whole thing off.

Not long after that one of my oldest friends, Michiyo
Kotani, invited me over to her house.  Michiyo and I
went to high school together, and meeting her always
reminds me of that time.  While all the rest of us
were growing up, Michiyo hadn't seemed to change that
much.  She was a cute girl.  A lot of guys liked her
in high school, but her romances never seemed to work
out, partly because of her strict parents, but also
because of her own shyness.  She did have an endearing
zaniness that I just loved, but she didn't show it to
many people.

Back then, she used to invite me over to her house for
supper and stuff, and I got to know her family pretty
well.  Like Miori, her dad was pretty quiet most of
the time, but every once in a while, he'd slip in a
very subtle joke, and catch you off guard.  Michiyo's
younger brother, Naoto, was pretty shy too.

When I got there, Naoto had gone out somewhere, but we
had supper with her parents.  Her mom is a really good
cook, and it was delicious.  After supper, we sat
around the supper table, while Michiyo and her mom
filled me in on what Kiyomi, Naoya and our other old
classmates had been up to.  It seemed like everyone
was changing, starting new things.

Eventually, Michiyo's mom excused herself, and
disappeared off into the back to get ready for bed. 
We moved to the living room, and sat with her father. 
Soon, Michiyo's mom came out, and said that the bath
was ready.  Michiyo showed me where the bath was, but
she didn't seem too interested in bathing together.  I
quickly got undressed, had a shower, and then soaked
in the warm tub for a bit.  Once I was done, I got
back out, and wrapped a towel around myself calling
for Michiyo to come in next.  She came in, but there
wasn't really room for the two of us, so I grabbed my
bag, and moved out into the hallway to dry off.

In the living room, Michiyo's dad was still watching
TV.  In just my towel, I wasn't really decent, so I
squatted down, and fished out a t-shirt to pull on. 
On TV though, I heard this cool song playing.  I
quickly pulled the t-shirt on over my head, took off
the towel, and pulled down the hem of the t-shirt to
cover my still damp pussy.  Curious about the song
though, I moved closer to the door to watch. 
Michiyo's dad looked up.  I nodded, but embarrassed I
kind of hid around the corner just out of view.  In
the back of my mind though, I was remembering how my
dad had ended up seeing Miori naked, and how she just
laughed it off.  I admired her daring.

"What's this program?" I asked, peeking my head around
the corner.

"Music Station," he answered calmly.

"Are these guys famous?"

"They're fairly new I guess.  I haven't really been
following."

Folding the towel over my arms, I cautiously stepped
forward into the doorway.  He didn't look up, but to
tell you the truth, my pussy was already starting to
tingle.  I guess I should have pulled on some panties
or something, but I was getting too excited to worry
about that now.  Pretending to be enwrapped in the
song, I slowly moved forward, the hem of my t-shirt
floating dangerously around the curves of my bare
behind.

He still didn't look up, so I was starting to feel
even more daring.  The hair on my head was still
dripping wet, so I backed up into the hall, lifted the
towel up, and started drying it.  I guess I knew this
would happen, but lifting my arms pulled the t-shirt
way up, exposing my pussy.

"So Emi, how is your school coming these days?" Mr.
Kotani called into the hallway still just out of view.
 I lowered my arms, and cautiously tiptoed over to the
door.

"OK, I guess, Mr. Kotani."

"So your English must be getting pretty good by now
with all this time your spending in the States."

"I still have a lot to learn."

"Come on in, and sit down," he suggested, pointing to
the sofa.  I pulled my t-shirt down as far as it would
go, daintily tiptoed past him, and plopped my bare
behind down on the sofa at the other end from where he
was sitting.  They had a throw on top, and the feeling
of the soft fur between my legs was tickling my most
sensitive place.  I tensed as he looked over at me,
and then motioned for me to sit at his feet.

"Here.  I'll help you dry your hair."

Not wanting to seem impolite, I did as he said, but as
my bottom touched down, I could feel the plush carpet
directly on my bare skin.  Worse the feeling was
getting me all excited.  Mr. Kotani took the towel
from me, and proceeded to fluff out my hair drying it
off with vigorous strokes.

"I haven't seen Japanese TV for ages," I bubbled, all
excited.  Soon, I heard the rattle of keys in the
front door.  Oh shoot!  That's probably Naoto,
Michiyo's kid brother back from outside.  I pulled my
legs close together crossing my ankles in front of my
naked pussy.  Naoto came in, said hi to his dad, and
peered down at me curiously.

"Emi, what are you doing here?"

I was so nervous I couldn't answer at first, but then
I realized he was probably just wondering why I was at
their house.

"Michiyo invited me to stay over."

"Oh," he said, nodding as he set down his bag on the
living room floor.  He went off into the kitchen, so I
quickly peered down at my pussy trying to make sure
that everything was covered.  Mr. Kotani continued to
dry my hair, not realizing what was going on.

Naoto came back in, so I quickly re-crossed my ankles,
but he immediately noticed, and started staring down
at my crotch.  I sat there still for the longest time,
but I wanted so much to stretch my legs.  Eventually,
Michiyo came back out in her pajamas, giving me an
excuse to ask for my towel back.

"Thanks, Mr. Kotani.  I think it's almost dry," I told
him, taking the towel from him.

"I guess I'll turn in.  You kids have a good night,"
he said smiling as he left.  Naoto was still staring
at me pretty intently making it hard to pull the towel
on.

"Emi, do you want me to lend you some pajamas?"
Michiyo asked, a bit nervous I guess at my scanty
attire.

"I'm OK for now.  I want to finish drying my hair
first," I explained, surprised at myself for having
the nerve to say this.  "But, can you turn down the
lights?  It's kind of bright in here."

Michiyo did as I asked, and then disappeared off into
the kitchen.  In the dimmer light, I finally managed
to pull the towel around to cover my pussy, and
stretched out lying face down on the carpet, realizing
too late that raising my arms had pulled my t-shirt
way up exposing my bare bottom.

Naoto glanced over, squinting his eyes to make sure he
was seeing what he thought he was seeing.  I just lay
there, frozen, unsure what to do.  I did my best to
pretend nothing was wrong, but my face was flushing
all hot, and my pulse racing.  I slowly pulled the
towel out from under me, toying with the idea of
covering up, but to tell you the truth, I was actually
enjoying teasing shy little Naoto with his sister
right next door.  He had the funniest expression on
his face, like he wanted to look down at my hips, but
didn't dare.  He kept his eyes on the TV for as long
as he could manage, but eventually, they drifted over
to my round little bottom.  I tried my best not to let
on, but I was getting so excited it wasn't even funny.

I could hear Michiyo coming back though, so I quickly
pulled the towel taut, and lay it across my bare
behind.  Naoto looked mighty disappointed.

"Here, I'm just going to run upstairs, and see if I
can find some decent pj's for you," Michiyo told me. 
"Maybe you'd better turn the TV down now that dad's
gone to sleep."  She disappeared off back upstairs
leaving me alone with Naoto.  He didn't say anything,
didn't even move in the dim light of the flickering
TV.

"How do you turn it down?" I finally asked.

"The remote's on the coffee table," he answered
calmly.  I gathered the towel around my hips, crawled
over on all fours to the table, picking up the remote
to try to turn the volume down.

"It's not working!" I told him nervously.  He pointed
to the TV/DVD switch on the side.

"You have to flick that to TV," he informed me. 
Letting go of my towel, I toggled the switch, and
tried again.  My towel floated to the floor, leaving
my bare bottom perched up in the air.  I glanced back
nervously at Naoto, who suddenly got up off the sofa. 
I was so frightened, but he just picked up the towel,
and said,

"You dropped this."

Sitting back down, worried I'd gone way too far, I
shyly whispered,

"Thanks," and took the towel from him.

"Or do you want me to finish drying your hair?" he
offered more kindly now.  My pussy was buzzing like
crazy by then, but I wasn't really sure what to do. 
Michiyo would come back down any minute.

"OK, but you'd better hurry," I told him pointing
upstairs to where Michiyo had gone.  He took the towel
from me, and solemnly began rubbing my head as I
kneeled there on the floor, my bare bottom and pussy
still exposed.

"You have an amazing body, Emi," he whispered.  I
nodded shyly.  As far as I knew, Naoto didn't have a
girlfriend, perhaps had never had one, and here I was
teasing him mercilessly, and getting all excited doing
it.  He took a hold of my t-shirt just above my pussy,
and nodded asking if it was OK to lift it up.  I
nodded back demurely, blushing ferociously, feeling a
bit guilty for letting it get this far.  He lifted my
t-shirt way up, staring in wonder at my bare breasts
which were fully erect by then.  Unable to control
himself, he leaned in, and kissed me.  It was the
clumsy nervous kiss of a young boy, his lips trembling
with anticipation and excitement.  It was too much
though.  I pushed him back and off, pulling my t-shirt
back down.

"I have a boyfriend," I told him, my emotions all
confused.  I'd known Naoto for so long, but I'd never
thought he liked me in this way.  He licked his lips,
unable to understand why I was pushing him away.  I
took the towel from him, and stood up wrapping it
around my waist.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have..." I bowed
sadly.  He peered up at me longingly, a strong look of
love or lust in his eyes.  "Good night," I told him
running upstairs to find Michiyo.  She noticed
something was wrong immediately.

"What's wrong?  What happened?" she asked.

"Sorry.  I did something kind of silly right now. 
Just tell him sorry, alright?"

Michiyo gave me some pajamas, and I slept on a futon
on her floor that night.  The next morning, Naoto was
all sullen, still upset about what had happened.  When
no one was looking, I motioned an apology again, but
he still looked hurt.  I kind of regretted teasing him
like that.  I really have to settle down before I get
in real trouble.

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


       
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