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Subject: {ASSM} Miori in America Part 2 {Emi Tsuruta} (Ff, exhib)
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Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 18:10:03 -0400
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Miori in America Part 2 of 2 By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/
As I told you last time, my friend Miori had come from Japan to stay
with me and my host family here in Oceanview, California for a week.  Last
time, I left off telling you about how we'd fooled around in Brandon's 
room, and then went to sleep in mine.

   The next morning when I woke up, Miori was no longer in bed.  I looked
up to find her sitting - still naked - at my computer checking her email.
She looked over, and smiled at me, happy to see me awake.

   "I'm starved.  Can we get some breakfast?" she chirped.  I pulled away
the covers to discover that I was still naked from the waist down.  I felt
a bit horny too, not because of Miori exactly, but just because in the
mornings, I sometimes get like that.  I could hear my host family Loretta,
Brandon and Jennifer downstairs puttering away in the kitchen.  I sure hope
none of them checked in on us during the night.  They'd probably be
scandalized if they found out that we had slept naked together.  I guess it
was a bit strange, even if we had been in Japan.

   "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and then we can go eat." I
pulled on some shorts, but Miori just gathered up a towel, and stood there
grinning obviously intending to go over to the bathroom naked again.  I
finally lent her a yukata, but she frowned a bit at being made to put it
on. In the light of a new day, I was determined to be a good girl, but
Miori still looked like she wanted to fool around some more.

   After our shower, I got dressed in my shorts and t-shirt, and Miori went
back to my room emerging in her white halter and a light blue flared
mini-skirt which I hadn't seen before.  She had this silly grin on her face
that made me suspect that she was up to something, but at that point, I
hadn't guessed what.

   We had breakfast with Brandon and Loretta, but Miori kept pretty quiet
for once, her cheeks tinted a faint pink.  She kept glancing down nervously
at her lap, checking something, which made me all the more suspicious.

   My boyfriend Ryosuke had suggested that we swing by the sushi bar where
he worked.  I figured that would be safe enough, so I got dressed in my own
mini-skirt and halter, we watched some TV, and then headed there for lunch.
We took the bus, and then walked, Miori still all clammed up, nervous about
something.  It was only after we went down the stairs that lead to the
entrance to the restaurant that I finally realized what Miori was up to. 
Outside the door, Miori took advantage of the relative privacy to squat
down, and fix the buckle on her sandals.  I glanced up her skirt to take a
peek at what panties she was wearing, when I suddenly realized she wasn't
wearing any!

   "Miori, what on earth are you doing?  Where are our panties?" I squealed
in horror.  She motioned for me to keep my voice down, and whispered
meekly,    "I left them at home.  I didn't feel like wearing them today."

   My face flushed hot - with anger I told myself, but if I am going to be
completely honest, there was a faint flicker of feeling down in my most
private place.  How had she managed to walk all this way, past hundreds of
people, her short skirt bobbing up and down, with no-one even noticing that
she was going commando?  I was stunned.

   "Did you bring a spare pair at least?" I implored.

   "No, I didn't," she pouted, giving me this little lost puppy look.  The
more I thought about it, the more worried I became.  Knowing Ryosuke, he'd
spot Miori blushing a mile away, and figure out that something was up.

   "We have to go somewhere, buy some panties for you or something," I
babbled.  She nodded apologetically, but where on earth could we buy
panties around here?  There were CD shops I knew and music stores, but I
couldn't for the life of me think of a clothing store nearby.

   Even worse, the tingling sensation I was feeling down there was making
it hard to think straight.  For some reason, I had this horrible vision of
Ryosuke somehow finding out that she was commando...  and I wasn't.  I know
now that that makes no sense, but for some reason, at the time, I couldn't
get that picture out of my head.  In my strange warped frame of mind, it
somehow seemed that the only course I could take was to take off my own
panties.  Of course, thinking about it rationally, this could only make
things worse, but in my heated state, it somehow seemed like the most
reasonable plan.

   My breath was coming faster by then, but before I could change my mind,
I pulled down my panties, stepped out of them, and put them in my purse. 
The skirt I was wearing was horribly short, perhaps a smidge longer than
Miori's, but with the breeze blowing in on my pussy, it felt just one step
short of naked.  I was completely losing it by then, going crazy with
excitement at standing in such a public place with so little on.  Miori was
still blushing, but she must have been more used to the feeling by then,
but for me, it was all so fresh and stark and real.  Half intoxicated, I
teetered forward, the breeze licking at my privates, and opened the door to
go in.  I was in a complete daze as Suzuda, the Maitre D, came up.

   "A table for two?" he asked.

   "Um, yeah," I nodded, trying my best to calm down, and act like
everything was normal.  We followed him to a table at the back near the
window that looked out over the bamboo rock garden.  I sat down, but I
swear the air on my skin made it feel like I was naked.  I ignored the
feeling as best I could, but Miori kept biting her lip, obviously nervous.
The waitress, a new girl, took our drink order, and Miori and I sat there
awkwardly trying to keep ourselves covered.  Some of the customers kept
peering over this way, probably just checking us out, but all the attention
just made me even more nervous.

   Ryosuke finally came out to say hi.  We sat there frozen, unable to
move, but he came over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, sending a shiver
up my spine.  Miori sat there blushing shyly, but then he went over, and
kissed her too.  I knew that this was just a California thing, kissing your
friends' friends to be friendly, but Miori looked shocked, baffled at why a
normal looking Japanese boy would do such a thing.  He patted her on the
back, assuring her that it wasn't that strange, but she just sat up ramrod
straight, struggling to keep her emotions in check.  What complicated the
situation even more was that Miori was apparently quite taken with
Ryosuke's younger brother Keisuke back in Japan where the two of them
attended the same school.

   Ryosuke soon realized that he may have gone too far, backed off, and
then started jabbering away about what delicacies they had on the menu that
day.  He eventually headed back to the kitchen without having twigged to
Miori and my situation.  I am guessing that it was the kiss that helped us
out, because it created a perfectly reasonable explanation for why we were
blushing so profusely.

   When our food came, we ate in silence trying not to attract any more
attention.  It felt so weird sitting in the restaurant without any
underwear on.  It was kind of exciting I guess, but not something I'd want
to do every day.

   After we'd paid the bill, and were on our way out, Ryosuke came rushing
out of the kitchen to say goodbye.  A little fearful, I said thanks, and
herded Miori out the door as quickly as I could, but unfortunately, he
followed us out to the stairs.  I pressed Miori to rush up the stairs, but
it was too late.  I could feel his eyes on my bare behind as I walked up.
Unable to resist the urge to tease him, I stopped near the top, and bent
over to fix my socks.  He stared up at me in shock, surprised that I was
willing to run around pantiless like this in broad daylight.  Luckily, I
don't think he realized that Miori was commando too, and after waving
goodbye, he headed back into the restaurant leaving us be.

   I was sure Ryosuke would give me a real earful the next time we met, but
luckily, Miori was scheduled to leave the next day, and he was too busy
with work to come to L.A.  to see her off.  There'd been a few close calls,
but somehow we'd manage to survive her visit without him finding out how
similar Miori and I are.  I was so relieved I didn't even care so much that
here we were walking around downtown with no panties on.  Now that Ryosuke
wasn't around to worry about, it didn't seem nearly so bad as I'd thought.
Walking around commando was actually kind of fun.  Guys would turn to check
us out, but here we had this secret, something that most of them would
never even suspect.

   I was still thinking vaguely of finding some place to get panties for
Miori, but we passed one of the C.D.  shops, and Miori wanted to go in. 
There were a fair number of youngish American guys in the store, but they
just glanced this way, and then went back to leafing through the bins. 
Miori stared wide-eyed at the display shelves, pursing her lips, obviously
enjoying fooling around so far from home.  I'm pretty sure she would have
never have been doing this unless I was there, but doing it together seemed
safer somehow, made me feeling more willing to take the chance.  She kept
looking over this way though, wanting me to keep an eye out I guess to see
if anyone was on to us.  Most of the guys though seemed to be more
interested in the CD's than us.

   Miori wandered over to one of the bins, glanced around, and then leaned
forward to take a closer look.  I'm sure she must have realized, but this
pulled her miniskirt up to the point where you could see her buttocks
cheeks.  My heart skipped a beat, and I drew closer trying to shield her
from the view of the guys.  Miori's hair was sticking to her face, wet with
sweat.  She blew her bangs up out of her eyes, quite obviously nervous
about what she was doing.  I motioned for her to straighten back up, and
eventually, she did.  I didn't feel comfortable at all.  There were too
many guys circling around, not really staring at us, but you could tell
they were curious.  Miori finally nodded, and we left the shop.

   It now seemed that Miori had gotten most of it out of her system, and we
walked quickly to the train station.  Just inside the turnstiles, there was
an open hall just before you get to the stairs that lead down to the
platforms.  There were a few people outside the turnstiles, and quite a few
more people downstairs waiting for the trains, but there was no one much at
all up here.  I went to go downstairs, but Miori held my arm, pointing down
at the floor.  I gave her a puzzled look, not sure what she wanted me to
see.

   "The pattern on the floor.  Doesn't it look like an ishikeri course?"
she explained.  'Ishikeri' is the Japanese version of the game hopscotch.
I'd been through this station hundreds of times, but I'd never really
noticed the floor pattern.  It was true though.  It was divided up into a
square pattern, but one row of squares was set off from the next just like
a hopscotch course.  "Here.  Let's play," she suggested.  She started
rifling through her purse looking for a stone.  "Do you have like a button
or something?"

   To humor her, I looked through my own purse, but an older woman came in
the turnstiles, and walked past us.

   "Maybe we'd just better go home," I suggested, still nervous at being
pantyless in the station.

   "Oh, what about this?" she said pulling out a thick rubber band, and
tying it in a knot.  I found a rubber band as well, and now we had our
stones.  "OK, that square is one.  Two and three.  Four.  Five and six. 
Seven and home." She tried to drop her rubber band ball into the square
she'd called one, but it kept bouncing all over the place.  I tried next,
but neither of us could get our balls to stay in the square.

   Before we could continue the game though, an American man in glasses and
a suit came in through the turnstiles, and took up a position behind us off
by the wall.  It looked like he might be waiting for someone, but actually,
I could feel him watching us, wondering I guess what we were doing.  Before
I could warn Miori though, she bent over to pick up her ball, inadvertently
flashing him her bare behind in the process.  I of course knew she was
naked, but I cautiously glanced over at him wondering if he'd realized.  He
skittishly looked away, perhaps suspecting, but not sure.

   I put my hand on Miori's arm to warn her, but she just brushed me aside,
still trying to focus on the game.  She'd finally got her ball in the first
square, and hopping up and down on one foot kicked it towards the next
square.  Bouncing up and down the way she was, her skirt was no longer
covering her bare behind, and this had clearly caught our American friend's
attention.  It was still hard to tell if he'd guessed that she wasn't
wearing panties, but whatever the reason, he definitely seemed quite
intrigued by us.

   Miori, meanwhile, had missed, and came back to the start, finally
noticing our not so secret admirer.  She didn't seem overly worried, and
motioned for me to take my turn.

   For my part though, I was terribly nervous.  Perhaps he hadn't 'made' me
yet, but if we kept playing, he would surely put two and two together soon
enough.  I had to remember not to push down my skirt though, because that
would just make it seem more suspicious.  My heart was racing, as I tried
yet again to drop the ball into the first square.  It bounced way off to
the side again, and when I scrambled after it, I ended up bending down in
exactly the same way Miori had done, pulling my skirt up to flash him my
bare bottom.

   I glanced back at the man who still looked unsure, but I was starting to
get more and more excited.  It was Miori's turn again, and she resumed her
hopping, letting her skirt bob up and down as she jumped.  She was jumping
quite high now causing her skirt to billow way up, but now the man was
looking away perhaps not wanting to be caught staring at Miori's spankable
little bottom.

   I was a bit worried that he might call the station attendant, or make a
fuss.  I tried to be more careful when it was my turn, but actually, he
just sort of stood there, blinking his eyes, still not quite believing I
guess that two such lovely young creatures were flitting around the station
pantyless.  That made me braver though, wanting to test how far we could
take this.  Once I was sure there was no one else around, I leaned way
over, my heart speeding up as I flashed him my pussy, leaving no room for
doubt.

   He'd made me for sure this time, and widened his eyes in shock.  He just
stood there though not knowing quite what to make of the situation.  I
quickly straightened back up, acting innocent and pretending like I didn't
even know he was there.

   The Ishikeri game wasn't really working, what with the ball bouncing all
over the place.  Miori was clearly enjoying teasing the man, even if she
was too shy to look at him.  Whenever someone else came through, we would
stop playing, but once they were gone, Miori would giddily chase after her
ball again, making not even the slightest effort to cover up.  I guess I
should have known better, but I was kind of enjoying our little game as
well.

   Slowly, I began to make some progress getting my ball more than half way
through the course.  I absentmindedly began singing a Christina Aguilera
song I knew, dancing along imitating her movements.  At first, I didn't
fully realized why I'd chosen this song, but at one point in the video, she
rotates her hips around in a circle showing off her rear.  I waited until
there didn't seem to be anyone else around except our admirer, and then
started into the dance, deliberately flipping my skirt up as I wiggled my
behind for him.

   Even he was blushing now, and I felt this wave of regret wash over me,
as another group of people came through.  I suddenly grabbed Miori by the
arm, and pulled her along with the crowd down the stairs before the
American man could realize what was happening.  At first, Miori seemed a
bit disappointed that I was calling an end to her fun, but I guess she knew
it was dangerous too.  We ran all the way down to the far end of the
platform, and luckily, the train came before our admirer could find us.  On
the train, we stood there huffing and puffing away, still a bit flustered,
but feeling a bit safer now.

   When we finally got home, Loretta came out of the kitchen to welcome us,
but we ran straight upstairs to my room, and shut the door, safe at last. I
lay down on the bed, and Miori lay next to me, both of us still breathing
fast from our long sprint home and all the excitement.

   We both changed into more decent clothes - jeans and t-shirts - for
supper, but neither of us felt like talking much.  Tomorrow Miori would
have to go home, and I was definitely going to miss her.  After supper, we
sat in the living room with Brandon and Jennifer watching TV.  Jennifer
eventually went upstairs to her room, and we turned out the lights, so as
not to disturb her and Loretta.  Miori went up for her shower, and I
brought down a blanket to snuggle up under on the couch.  Miori came down
wearing my big p.j.  top but bare legs again.  Brandon noticed, even in the
relative dark, so I motioned for Miori to get under the blanket to cover
up. I left the two of them there to go have a quick shower of my own.

   I'd used up all of my p.j.'s lending them to Miori, so after my shower,
I just pulled on a pair of red plaid shorts and a t-shirt.  When I came
back downstairs, Miori flashed me a big grin, but Brandon was gazing at her
curiously from behind, obviously puzzled.  It immediately struck me - had
Miori come down here in just the p.j.  top and no bottoms?  Oh no.  Not
again.

   I motioned for her to move over, so that I could sit down on the sofa
between her and Brandon who was sitting over in the easy chair.  She lifted
the blanket to let me get under, but Brandon's eyes shot straight for her
hips confirming my suspicions.  I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties
or not, and clearly Brandon was mulling over the same question.  Once under
the blanket, I wasn't sure what to do.  I couldn't very well ask her in
front of Brandon, and it would have been even stranger still if I started
probing around under the covers to see if she had any panties on.  The
three of us sat there, Miori gazing innocently at the T.V., and Brandon
practically cross-eyed with curiosity, obviously annoyed that I was now
blocking his view.

   I slowly settled in, and tried to focus on what was on TV, but I
couldn't stop thinking about Miori's possible indiscretion.  If she really
were bottomless, how was she able to sit here with a straight face, knowing
that Brandon was watching?  I know we'd been doing silly things all week,
but this was my host family's son, the boy I had to live with every day.  I
tried to think back to what I had told her about Brandon.  He'd caught me
in compromising situations before, but I was pretty sure I hadn't told
Miori about all that.  Or maybe I had.  Anyway, I did feel a bit nervous
about her making herself at home like this in Loretta's house in front of
Brandon.

   Eventually, Brandon stopped looking over this way, and became enwrapped
in whatever TV program was on.  Miori softly pushed the blanket away,
letting it fall down around her hips.  I could now see the pink curve of
her delicate little rear, but it was hard to tell if she was wearing
panties or not.  Luckily, Brandon hadn't noticed.  Miori had been watching
the TV too, but she saw me checking her out, and glanced over at me.  The
somewhat tense expression on her face seemed to confirm my suspicions.  She
was surprisingly good at hiding her feelings, but I'd been in her situation
often enough to recognize the signs - the slightly faster breathing, the
slight flush in her cheeks, the way she probed with her eyes to see if
she'd been found out.  I was now fairly sure that she was indeed
freemuffing it.

   With Brandon's eyes on the TV, Miori went ahead, and pushed things a
little further.  She ruffled the blanket up letting it fall even further
down her thighs.  I could now see her fluffy black pubic hair peeking out
from between the tails on her top.  Nervously, I peered over at Brandon,
but luckily, he hadn't noticed.  I was terribly worried now though, so I
finally spoke,

   "Miori.  Maybe we'd better go to bed.  You have a long flight ahead
tomorrow."

   She shot me a look of disappointment, upset that I was interfering with
her fun.  She finally nodded agreement, and stood up, leaving the blanket
on the sofa.  I peered wide-eyed at her hips, praying that she wouldn't
accidentally flash Brandon her pussy.  I picked up the blanket, and used it
to usher her towards the stairs before anything else happened.

   "Good night," Brandon called after us weakly.

   Once we were safe up in my room, I started in lecturing Miori on her
recklessness.

   "I can't believe you did that.  What if he had seen?"

   "But he didn't.  You worry too much," she retorted.  "Can I check my
email?"

   I glared at her, annoyed, until her question finally registered.

   "Yeah, yeah, but for heaven's sake, try to be careful.  I live here you
know."

   She nodded apologetically, and then leaned down to turn the computer on.
While it was booting up, she turned back to me, and gestured with her hand
that she wanted to take her top off.  I let out a sigh.

   "Oh for heaven's sake.  You never listen to me anyway.  Hey, it's your
life."

   She peeled off her top, standing there naked now.  Before she could sit
down, I rushed over with a towel for her to sit on.  I whinced a little as
I leaned in getting an eyeful of her bare behind.  It was hard to stay
angry at her though, especially, since I'd sometimes been in the same
situation with Satomi or Asuna, only with me wanting to get naked, and them
trying to get me to settle down.

   "Do you this kind of thing at home?" I asked.

   "No, of course not," she protested.  "You were the one who got me into
this in the first place."

   Thinking back, that was probably true.  She was so shy the first time I
met her, and even those times I'd been to her house it was mainly me who'd
been fooling around.  I guess this was her way of getting 'revenge' on me.

   I went across to the bathroom, noticing that Brandon had shut off the
TV, and come upstairs.  It made me nervous knowing that he was poking
around with Miori nude in my room next door, but when I told her, she was a
good girl, and got dressed in her p.j.'s before going across to the
bathroom herself.  When she came back, I turned off the light, and we
tucked in.

   "Emi," she purred softly.  I turned to face her.  Her feline eyes were
sparkling in the dark.

   "What?"

   "I can't sleep."

   "Having trouble calming down?"

   "Yeah."

   "Just close your eyes.  Sleep will come."

   "Emi, can I ask you a question?"

   "Um, yeah."

   "What does a kiss taste like?"

   I was a bit surprised at her question, but I guess it was only natural.
She was young and curious.

   "I don't know.  It doesn't have a flavor exactly.  It's more of a
feeling."

   "But I mean what's it like?"

   "Soft sometimes.  Other times a bit more urgent."

   "Urgent?  Like how?"

   "I don't know.  It's hard to describe."

   She stuck her little lips out in a pout, obviously unhappy with my
explanation.

   "Can you show me?"

   "Show you?  How?"

   "Kiss me."

   I widened my eyes in shock.  Was she serious?  I don't think I'd ever
kissed a girl before - not my mom or aunt or anybody.

   Miori snuggled up closer bringing her face within striking range.  She
wasn't about to force a kiss on me, but she clearly wanted to.  I turned my
face away, nervous, not sure what it would mean if I did kiss her.

   "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "I ...  uh ..."

   Miori continued to hover in front of me gazing into my eyes.  I didn't
really want to, but soon our lips were touching.  Shivers ran up my spine
as I struggled to control my escalating feelings.  For someone who'd
apparently never kissed anyone before she was awfully good at it.  As I
pulled back, she leaned into me, getting up on top of me, pressing her body
against mine.  I slid an arm between us trying to keep her breasts from
bouncing against me, but to be honest, I was getting pretty aroused.  What
I didn't understand was if we were to have sex, how would that work? 
Almost on reflex, I slid my hand down between her legs trying to find her
penis, but she didn't have one.  My fumbling fingers must have brushed
against her most sensitive place, because her embrace became more
insistent, even as I struggled to break away.

   "Miori.  Miori!'

   I was just lying there passively now as she moved to explore.  She
squeezed my breast ...  gently ...  the way I would do myself, making me to
jump as my body responded.  Her hand made its way down between my legs, but
the whole problem was there was something about this that didn't seem
right. I didn't want to cheat on Ryosuke - that was part of it, but even
more than that, I didn't want to do it with a girl - no matter how close I
felt to her.

   "Miori.  Miori.  Listen to me.  I'm not ..." I didn't want to say 'a
lesbian' although that's what I was thinking.  I wasn't even sure if Miori
herself was bisexual or even bi-curious.  She was just excited, and looking
for an outlet.  Yes, that's what it must be.

   "Calm down.  Calm down," I told her, pushing her hands away from my
pussy.  Slowly, she relented.

   "Oh, Emi.  I'm sorry," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

   "It's OK.  It's not a problem.  You just got a little carried away." I
took her in my arms, and held her - more calmly though, wiping away her
tears.  She took a deep breath, and stopped sobbing.  She peered over at
me, obviously feeling guilty now for having tried to seduce me.

   "It's OK.  Don't worry.  I think I understand how you feel."

   She smiled through her tear filled eyes, obviously glad that we were
still friends.  That's definitely the closest I've ever come to having a
lesbian encounter.  Anyway, we finally drifted off to sleep, and the next
morning the whole thing seemed like a dream.

   On the train ride to Los Angeles, Miori jabbered on about all the
wonderful things she had seen this trip, and promised to come back.  It had
been an eventful week, but definitely one I would remember.  At the airport
departures gate, I gave her a hug, and waved as she walked away wondering
what would happen the next time we met.

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

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