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Subject: {ASSM} Sleep in the Raw {Emi Tsuruta} (FM+, exhib)
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Sleep in the Raw 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/

   After my boyfriend Ryosuke and I had been going out for a while, he
finally started inviting me over to his host family's house here in
Oceanview.  I'd met his family a few times of course, but it took a long
time before I began to feel comfortable there.  They live in a kind of rich
part of town, so I felt a bit intimidated, as if I had to be on my best
behavior.  Mr.  Francis was friendly enough, but the way he looks me
straight in the eye always makes me nervous.  He's always on about
something too.  I guess Ryosuke must have told him a bit about my family,
because Mr.  Francis says he wants to meet my father.  They both work in
the same kind of field.

   The Francis' house is so big.  In Japan, almost no one lives in a house
like that, unless you go way out in the countryside.  It looks like
something from a movie, like a murder mystery or something.

   Mrs.  Francis is pretty self-confident too.  She's involved in the PTA,
and works part-time for some kind of consumer magazine.  When I first met
their son, Daniel, he was in high school, a few years older than Brandon,
the son in the host family I live with.  Daniel is kind of handsome, almost
too good-looking, but he was always very polite to me.

   Whenever I went over, they all tried to be nice, but for some reason, I
didn't really feel comfortable at first.  I guess part of it was that when
Ryosuke and I started fooling around in their house, I felt guilty, and was
a bit worried that they might find out.  Maybe I was over-reacting, but for
the first little while, I worried about that a lot.

   For instance, Ryosuke and I ended up doing some stuff one afternoon when
the three of them were out.  Afterwards, I went across the hall to the
shower in the Francis' bedroom to get cleaned up when I heard someone come
in.

   "Mom, where's my jacket?" It was Daniel.  I heard the bathroom door
open. "Mom?"

   "Um.  She's not here," I said meekly, hiding behind the shower curtain.

   "Who's that?" He was hovering there obviously quite curious to hear a
strange girl's voice.

   "It's Emi.  Emi Tsuruta.  Ryosuke's girlfriend."

   "Oh sorry.  I thought Mom was up here."

   I heard the door close, but peeked out to be sure he'd left.  I felt so
strange sneaking around in their home like this with them there.  What did
they make of it?  Also, I was a bit annoyed at how calm Ryosuke was about
the whole thing.  Wasn't he worried about what his host family thinks?

   The next time we tried something, it was at night, maybe one of the
first times I slept over.  We waited until it sounded like everyone had
gone to sleep, and then we got undressed, and made love in Ryosuke's bed. I
was really nervous, because we had to keep quiet, so we didn't wake them
up. I might have let out a yelp or two before Ryosuke covered my mouth.  It
was a bit exciting.  Anyway, it sounded like we'd managed to get away with
it.  When we finished, the house was silent, and Ryosuke started drifting
off to sleep.

   I wanted to wash up before bed, so I pulled on a white t-shirt and white
cotton panties, and got out a big white towel.  You could only get to the
bathroom upstairs through Mr.  and Mrs.  Francis' bedroom, so I couldn't
use that one.  I softly tiptoed out into the hall and then downstairs.  At
the back of the house, there was a rec room with a bathroom off it, but as
I got closer, I could hear the TV.  Oh no.  Their son, Daniel must still be
up.  I hope he didn't hear us fooling around.  Hopefully, the TV was louder
than we were.

   I looked down at my t-shirt, worried about walking in on him looking
like that.  As if it wasn't bad enough me wandering around in my undies, I
probably smelled like sex.  Anyway, I have to get cleaned up, so I guess
there's no helping it.

   Daniel looked up as I came into the rec room.  I pointed at the
bathroom, gesturing that I wanted to use it.  He waved for me to go ahead.
Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a bit nervous
getting undressed with him right outside.  I eventually got up the nerve,
and stripped out of my t-shirt and undies, and climbed into the shower.

   When I looked though, the shower handle was different from what I was
used to.  There was a round dial with red and blue bands marked on it for
hot and cold, but then there was this lever.  I could rotate the lever
easily enough, but only a trickle of water was coming out.  How do you get
this to work?  I tried a whole bunch of different things, pressing on the
lever, or trying to rotate the dial, but nothing seemed to help.  Shoot!  I
guess I'll have to ask Daniel, but that might be a bit awkward.

   I got out of the shower, and wrapped the towel around me, folding the
corner over by my breast to try to get it to stay.  I didn't exactly look
decent.  For one thing, I was having a terrible time getting the knot to
stay done.  I guess the towel was long enough to cover up my bush at the
front, but when I turned to the side, in the mirror, I could kind of see
the curve of my buttocks cheeks peeking out from underneath the towel.  Ah
well.  It'll just be for a second, I told myself.

   Nervous, I opened the bathroom door just a bit, and stuck my head out.

   "Um, Daniel...  Could you show me how to get the shower to work?"

   He glanced at me for a second, evidently a bit surprised to see me in
just a towel, but then turned back to the TV before finally getting up.

   "Yeah, sure," he replied, still seeming pretty calm, despite the way I
was dressed.  He went into the shower, and I watched as he showed me how to
work it.  You had to pull on the lever, and rotate it to get the right
temperature.  "Here, you try."

   Clutching the top of my towel with my right hand, I reached out with my
left hand, and finally got the water to come out.  I was a bit worried that
he might be able to see my pussy through the slit between the two ends of
the towel, but he was a complete gentleman, and didn't peek.  That went
well, I thought as I closed the door behind him.  I was glad.  He seemed
like someone I could trust.

   Anyway, I finally got to have a shower.  Afterwards, I dried myself off
as quickly as I could, tied the towel back on, and gathered up my t-shirt
and undies, intending to head back upstairs to sleep.  Coming out, I
thanked Daniel again, but just before I left, I heard the word "Escondido"
on the TV.  I'd heard that name before.  It took me a moment to remember
where, but watching the program, I soon realized it was a place that I'd
been thinking of traveling to for some reason.  Oh that's it.  I remember
now - hot springs.  It was a resort town in California with hot springs.

   I peered over at Daniel, wondering why he was watching this travel
program, but I guess it was late, and there wasn't much else on.  My
curiosity was peaked though.  I wanted to find out if they were going to
talk about any of the hot spring inns.  Cautiously, I sat down in this big
easy chair across from where Daniel was sitting on the couch.  He blinked,
I guess a bit conscious of the fact that I was wet and dressed in a towel,
but he didn't say anything, and kept on watching the program.

   When I sat down, unfortunately, my towel came open, exposing my hip
quite some ways up.  Exposing so much skin like that gave me butterflies in
my tummy, but I didn't want to make a fuss, and just let the towel be,
trying to focus on the TV program.  Escondido was near San Diego in a
shallow valley surrounded by rocky hills, the announcer said.  They talked
about the culture and nightlife, but were taking their time getting to the
hot springs.  Maybe it's no big deal here in the States, but in Japan,
everyone loves to go to hot springs - so warm and inviting, a chance to
forget your troubles, and just be free, and relax.

   I glanced over at Daniel again, wondering how he could be so calm with
me sitting here, naked, save for my flimsy towel.  He didn't look back at
me, but he seemed a bit uneasy.  I vaguely wondered if I should
'accidentally' let my towel fall open, flashing him, but I couldn't get up
the nerve.  I didn't really know him that well, and was a bit worried about
how he might react.  I ended up giving up on the TV program, carefully
stood up, holding my towel in place, and headed back upstairs.

   Ryosuke was still more or less awake, and asked me what had taken so
long.  I told him I'd gone downstairs to have a shower, but didn't mention
that Daniel was there.  Ryosuke looked at me a bit suspiciously, perhaps
suspecting the truth, but he didn't say any more, and soon we both went to
sleep.

   The next morning, I saw Daniel at breakfast, but he just kind of kept
his distance, avoiding my gaze and not saying anything.  I wasn't sure if
he felt self-conscious about what had happened, or was just keeping it a
secret for my benefit, but anyway, I was glad.  No sense in making a big
deal over nothing.

   For the next little while after that, maybe once or twice a month I
would go to Ryosuke's house to sleep over.  If the Francis' were out, there
was no problem, but even if they were home, we'd still make love, keeping
really quiet.  Remembering what had happened with Daniel, I started
bringing a nighty or p.j.'s with me to wear went I went down to the shower.

   Then, one night, Ryosuke and I did it in his room, but even after we
finished, I was still feeling...  um...  a bit worked up if you know what I
mean.  I wanted to fool around some more, but Ryosuke was sleepy, and
starting to drift off again.

   I'd packed a nighty in my bag, so I pulled it on over my head getting
ready to go downstairs.  The nighty came with a pair of frilly white
panties, but I was kind of sticky down there, and didn't want to get the
panties dirty because I wanted to wear them after my shower.  I stuffed
them into my night bag, and got up to examine myself in the mirror.  The
hem of my nighty wasn't nearly long enough to cover my muff let alone my
backside, but maybe I could hold my towel in front of me to cover up.  I
folded the towel a couple of times making it into a little square, and then
held it in front of my pussy modeling it in the mirror.  Yeah, that doesn't
look too suspicious, I told myself.  Of course I knew this would be taking
a chance, but I really didn't want to get dressed just yet.  I was already
getting excited just thinking about it.

   With bag in one hand and towel in the other, I tiptoed out into the
hall, being careful not to wake the Francis' when I closed the door.  I
could vaguely hear the TV even from up here, but slowly, I tiptoed down the
stairs, and around towards the back of the house.  Sure enough Daniel was
there in the rec room, watching some bad horror movie on TV.  He
straightened up when he saw me, already on his guard even though I hadn't
done anything yet.  Maybe it was the nervous look on my face or the sight
of my naked thighs that had set him off, but whatever it was, he seemed to
sense that I wasn't fully dressed.  Had I been so obvious the last time I
came down here?  I really thought I'd hid my...  um...  tendencies from
him.

   For whatever reason, there was this real tension in the air between us.
Deciding not to press matters, I nodded towards the bathroom, and then
backed in, not letting him see my tush.  I quickly closed the door, and
breathed a sigh of relief.  Maybe I shouldn't have done that.  The other
night he seemed so cool with everything, but maybe I had just misread him
somehow.  I'd better be more careful, or else he really will tell his
parents.

   After that close call, I was really careful for the next few months,
dressing in full p.j.'s whenever I wandered around the house at night. 
Daniel seemed to settle back down, and I felt relieved, but unfortunately,
Ryosuke had somehow twigged that something had happened between me and
Daniel.  I told Ryosuke that it was all in his imagination, but I guess he
could tell I was holding something back from him, and it was getting him
all riled up with jealousy.  This was good for our love life in some ways,
but I was also a little worried that Ryosuke might try something to get
back at me.  He didn't seem to be hitting on the girls at work or anything,
but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something.

   Over Christmas, I went home to Japan to see my family.  Ryosuke had to
work though, so he was stuck in Oceanview.  To make it up to him, I fudged
the day I was supposed to come back, so I could sleep over at Ryosuke's
house without Loretta or my parents catching on.  Ryosuke came all the way
to Los Angeles to pick me up at the airport.  We were both so happy to see
each other after the break.  I held him close on the train ride back to
Oceanview.  I fell asleep on the train, my head resting on his shoulder. 
When we got to his house, all the lights were out, and there was no car in
the driveway.

   "I guess they all must have gone out somewhere," Ryosuke smiled.  He
went to the kitchen to get me something to drink, but unfortunately, I was
still really zonked from the flight.  We sat down on the couch in the
living room, but already I was starting to drift off.

   "Here.  We'd better get you out of those clothes," Ryosuke grinned.  I
opened my eyes, realizing he wanted to make love while his family was still
out.  He helped me undress out of my thick winter clothes, and I started to
wake up from the excitement of being naked in their living room.  We
started fooling around on the couch, but it was too narrow for the two of
us to lie there comfortably.

   He lifted me up, and carried me upstairs to his bedroom.  It was nice to
be able to make some noise without worrying that someone might hear.  He
stripped out of his clothes, and got up on top of me sliding his penis
between my legs.  It felt so good to be with him again.  He was doing
everything right too, paying special attention to my hello kitty, and
getting me all hot and worked up.  It felt soooo good.  I just kind of lost
it, and I started squealing until he put his hand over my mouth.  He didn't
stop thrusting though, and before long, I let go, and just let the orgasm
wash over me.  It just felt so good to finally do it again.  I drifted off
to sleep soon after.

   A few hours later, I woke up, and realized that I didn't have anything
to wear.  My clothes and suitcase were all downstairs.  I wanted to have a
shower too, but how was I going to do this?

   I got up - still naked - and put my ear to the door.  I thought I could
vaguely hear some noise coming from downstairs, but it was hard to tell for
sure.  Cautiously, I opened the door, and peeked out.  The Francis' door
was closed, and it sounded like they were asleep.  This other noise
whatever it was was coming from downstairs.  I softly tiptoed out into the
hall, going over to the top of the stairs, acutely aware of my own
nakedness.  The noise sounded awfully far away.  Maybe it was coming from
the neighbor's house.  Anyway, I had to get my clothes.  I quickly tiptoed
down the stairs, peering around in the darkness for any sign of life.

   I made it alright to the bottom of the stairs, but once there, I
realized the noise was coming from inside the house.  It must be Daniel
again in the rec room.  I wondered if I should risk it anyway - my luggage
and clothes were just a few steps away, but before I could get up the
nerve, I heard rustling coming from upstairs.  Mrs.  Francis or someone was
up and shuffling around.

   I completely froze.  Here I was standing stark naked in their front
hall. There wasn't even any place I could hide.  Daniel would see me if I
stepped out into the living room, and I couldn't go back upstairs with Mrs.
Francis up there.  I just stood there stock still, my heart pounding in my
chest, for the longest time.

   Eventually, though, upstairs went quiet again.  She must have gone back
to bed.  Thank goodness.  I was terrified that she was going to come down
here, and find me.  I was so shaken by the whole incident that I decided to
leave my things, and go back upstairs to bed before anyone else came out.
Sheesh.  That was close.

   The next morning, I vaguely remember hearing Ryosuke's voice.

   "Emi, you've got to get up, and get dressed.  Miguel will be here soon."

   I could hear Ryosuke's voice, but I was still zonked out from jet lag.
For some reason, I thought I was back in my own bed at home.  What's
Ryosuke doing here?  Miguel?  Oh, that's that Mexican friend of Ryosuke's.
But what's he doing in my house?  Maybe I'm just dreaming.  I was too tired
to worry about it though, and drifted back off to sleep.

   Some time later, I awoke to hear voices again.

   "Madre de dios!"

   "Emi just flew in from Japan yesterday, so she's still kind of flaked
out."

   "Ryosuke?" I murmured.  I realized it must be morning, and rubbed my
eyes.  What time is it?  The Spanish voice said,

   "Maybe I should..."

   I slowly opened my eyes, but it was so bright.  I could vaguely make out
the outline of the other guy against the sunshine pouring in through the
window.

   "She has such a beautiful body really.  I wish I had a girlfriend like
this."

   Miguel was one of Ryosuke's classmates, and the two of them did computer
stuff sometimes, but what's he doing here?  And where am I anyway?  My eyes
slowly began adjusting to the light.  The two of them were standing there
looking down at me, as the computer hummed to life.  Miguel looked shocked,
his eyes wide open, looking me up and down.  I looked down, and suddenly
realized I was still naked from the night before.

   "What the...?"

   "Rise, and shine, sleepy head," Ryosuke smirked.  Shoot!  So this was
his revenge!  I tossed a pillow at him in anger, but he just laughed as
Miguel stared on in wonder.

   "I told you to get dressed just a few minutes ago.  It's too late now.
He's already seen you.  Doesn't she have the most gorgeous ass?" Ryosuke
gushed, slapping me on my bare behind.  I couldn't believe he'd brought
Miguel up here with me naked like this.  Can you imagine?  Miguel looked
pretty shocked too.  I felt so embarrassed.  It was obvious we'd been
having sex.  I looked around for a sheet or a blanket to cover myself with,
but Ryosuke must have pulled all the bedding off the bed.

   "Where are my clothes?" I asked.

   "Downstairs, right where you left them."

   Miguel was still standing there gaping at my breasts and pussy.  I tried
to cover myself with my hands, but this just seemed to excite him even
more. I was starting to get a bit aroused myself.

   "Can you go get them?" I begged.

   Ryosuke was still laughing, but eventually he got a towel out of his
dresser, and tossed it over at me.

   "Here, go shower off first.  I'll bring your clothes up."

   It took me a couple of tries to get the towel wrapped around me, but I
finally got it right.  Miguel was still standing there dumbfounded, but I
finally got up, stuck out my tongue at Ryosuke, and ran across to the
bathroom in the Francis' bedroom.  Luckily, they weren't there.  Cheez! 
The nerve of that guy sometimes.

   I got into the shower, and slowly managed to settle back down.  So maybe
it was true that I had flirted with Daniel a little bit, but Ryosuke didn't
know that for sure, and in any case, that was no reason to show me off to
one of his friends.

   Soon though, I heard noises coming from outside.  Someone was in the
Francis' bedroom.

   "Hello?" I called out, feeling vulnerable and exposed, naked in here
with nothing to cover up with.

   "Emi, is that you?" It was Mrs.  Francis.  Thank heavens.  At first, I
thought it might be Daniel.  "There's some pancakes downstairs if you want
them."

   "Uh, OK.  I'll be right down."

   I finished up my shower, but it was hard to tell if Mrs.  Francis was
still out there or not.  It was fairly quiet, but I thought I heard someone
puttering around.  A quiet knock at the door made me jump, but luckily, it
was Ryosuke.

   "Here.  I brought you these." He handed me a white t-shirt and a blue
mini-skirt from my luggage.

   "What about my undies?" I whispered urgently.

   "Oh.  Sorry.  They must still be downstairs," he whispered, heading back
out into the hall.  I wanted to call after him, but Miguel was probably
nearby, hoping to catch another peek at me.  Grrr!  I quickly pulled on the
t-shirt and skirt, and straightened them out as best I could.  Ryosuke had
somehow managed to find one of my shortest skirts.  It seemed even shorter
than I remembered it.  Darn!  I have to go get to my undies.

   Out in the hall, there was no sign of Miguel - no sign of anyone.  They
must all be downstairs.  I quietly padded down the stairs, but Mr.  Francis
was sitting in the living room apparently waiting for me, so they could
start eating.

   "Good morning, Emi!  Did you sleep well?" he smiled.  I pushed my skirt
down as best I could, but it was one of those skirts that's shorter in the
back than the front, so I couldn't get it to cover my rear.

   "Uh, yeah, I did.  Thanks." I eyed my luggage, but Mr.  Francis seemed
to be waiting for me to join them in the dining room.  "You go on ahead. 
I'll be there in a sec." I found my suitcase, and quickly laid it down on
the carpet, and opened it up.  Behind me, I heard the dining room door
open, and when I looked over my shoulder, Miguel was right there watching
me still.

   "Hurry up, Emi!  Everyone is waiting."

   I pulled the hem of my skirt down as best I could to cover my fanny, but
I was crazy nervous running around commando in their house.  Once I'd
gotten out a spare pair of panties, I closed the suitcase again, and ran
back up the stairs, so Miguel wouldn't be able to watch as I slid my
panties on.  I came back down, and had breakfast with them.  It was a bit
strange eating with them in my flirt skirt, but at least with panties on, I
didn't look completely indecent.

   Anyway, that incident cured me of my urge to tempt fate at their house
for a while at least.  I did end up doing one last stupid thing.  It's
almost too embarrassing to talk about, but I guess I might as well tell
you. I think it was the summer after that.  It was hot out, and the
Francis' had been out earlier, so Ryosuke and I managed to slip in a little
bit of merrymaking before they got home.  Afterwards, we just lay there,
and cuddled for a while, and I guess I must have drifted off to sleep. 
When I woke back up, it was dark out, and the house seemed quiet.  Without
thinking too deeply about it, I quickly pulled on a t-shirt, and snuck
downstairs to grab a quick shower.  As I approached the rec room though, I
could hear the TV again, a bit softer than usual.  Naturally, I assumed it
was Daniel.

   I hadn't brought a towel with me.  I'd thought that everyone else was
asleep, so I'd just intended to whip in for a quick shower, and then head
back up to bed.  In the dim light of the living room, I looked down at my
t-shirt, wondering if I could get away with letting Daniel see me like
this. It wasn't really long enough to wear like a dress, but maybe if I
pull the hem down a bit, it'll be alright, I told myself.  I couldn't
really get the hem to stay in place, but I was getting more and more
excited standing in the hallway like that realizing that I wasn't really
decent.

   Still it's so quiet in there maybe Daniel has fallen asleep in front of
the TV set.  The lights were off, and all you could see was the flicker of
the TV.  Only one way to find out for sure.  Slowly, I tiptoed forward, not
even bothering to push down my hem anymore.  I really don't know what I was
thinking, but as I rounded the corner, I came face to face with not Daniel,
but his father Mr.  Francis!  I quickly swung my hand down to cover up my
bush, but even in the dim light, it must have been pretty obvious I was
naked from the waist down.

   "Woops!  Sorry!  I- I- I didn't realize anyone was still up," I
stuttered, shocked to find him there.  He looked even more surprised than I
was.  He tried to meet my gaze, but his eyes kept glancing down at the hand
I had covering my pussy.  Oh god.  Now what do I do?

   Deciding that I'd better get out of there, I bowed an apology, and then
turned tail, and ran.  I heard him get up, and come to the door to get a
look at my bare behind, as the bouncing hem of my t-shirt did little to
hide my nakedness.  Even after I made it back to Ryosuke's room, my heart
was pounding in my chest.  Wow!  That happened.  I couldn't get over what a
silly thing it was I'd just done.  What must he think of me now?  This
little tart gallivanting around his house in the altogether.

   The worst part was that I still hadn't had my shower, so I had to go
back down there, and face him again.  What should I say?  How could I
explain?  Maybe the best tack is for me to just pretend like it was no big
deal - an honest mistake.  Hopefully, he'll be able to laugh it off too.

   My other problem was I was too excited now to just get back dressed.  I
hadn't really meant to show Mr.  Francis, but I had sort of intended to
flash Daniel if only he'd been there.  This fantasy had been running
through my mind for quite some time, so it was really no coincidence that
I'd gone, and done this.  Even so, I can't just go back down there, and
flash him again.  Can I?

   Fortunately, before I could do anything even more foolish, Ryosuke woke
up, and noticed me sitting bare-assed on the edge of the bed.

   "What are you doin', sweetie?" he asked.  I lay down, and snuggled up
next to him trying to get him in the mood again.  He put his arm around me,
and gave me a kiss, but he was already drifting back off.  Oh well.  At
least he stopped me from going back down there, and making a fool out of
myself again.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 

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