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Taiko Drums
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
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I was down on campus one day, when I bumped into Mark, the
Japanese American boy I know from our university's Japanese
Student Union.

"You remember that Taiko show we did a while back?" he smiled. 
"They say we're on to do it again at the next football game." 
Four or five of us had done a Taiko (Japanese drum) performance
for Orientation the year before.

"Oh yeah.  I remember Kazuo saying we might," I replied.  Kazuo
was the president of the Japanese Student Union, our leader.

"Are you going to join?" he asked.

"Umm, yeah, sure.  I guess."  I didn't think we were really all
that good at drumming, but people must have enjoyed it if they
were asking us back.  The thing I remember most about that day
was misplacing my fundoshi (loincloth), and running around
commando for a while in my short happi (jacket).  Luckily, I
don't think Mark had seen me, but it had been kind of
embarrassing for a while there.

"Come on, Emi.  It'll be fun!" he winked.

"Yeah, I guess," I granted, still a bit unsure.  In order to pull
off a full Taiko show, we'd need to practice up again.  Kazuo,
Mark, Tetsu, Ayumi and I all gathered to meet, and talk over our
plans.

As usual, Kazuo was brimming with ideas.  He'd found some Taiko
songs on American TV (Pirates of the Caribbean, Battlezone
Americana?), and wanted to see if we could do those for our show.
 Kazuo gave Ayumi and me the bass drum parts which were a bit
slower, but even so, it was hard to focus on my own part with the
others playing a complete different pattern.  When we finally got
it going though, it did sound pretty cool.

At the end of our first session, Kazuo said we could take our
drums home, so we could practice more there.  Then each night,
we'd come back to the club room, and do more trial runs as a
group to try to get it right.

Anyway, one night after supper, I was at home, rushing around
getting ready to head to practice.  My drum was a bit big to
carry all that way, but my host mom Loretta had offered to give
me a ride.  I had a shower, pulled on a t-shirt and miniskirt,
trying to think what else I needed.  Drum, drum sticks, sheet
music... hmm...  Ah!  A pair of undies, I guess.  Mustn't forget
those!

When I came downstairs, Loretta was in the kitchen cooking, but
she said her boyfriend Hank could drive me.  I looked out, and
sure enough there he was, parked in our driveway, clearing his
stuff out of the back of his SUV.  I looked down at my skirt,
wondering if I should go pull on my undies first, but I was
worried about the time.  It was already dark out, so I had to get
going, or else I'd be late.  Still rushing, I picked up the huge
drum, and carried it outside and down the driveway to Hank's van.
 Hank himself was around the back, putting things in his trunk.

As I walked down the drive, the wind started to pick up.  I
lugged the drum down to the side of the van, but when I leaned
forward to put it in, a gust of wind caught my skirt, blowing it
up all over the place.  I knew Hank was around back, so I thought
I was safe, but, when I straightened up, I suddenly noticed Geoff
coming this way down the street.  Geoff was the father of Carter,
the boy who plays street hockey in front of our house all the
time.

Geoff was dressed in a spring jacket, and looked like he was on
his way to the store to buy something.  I ignored him, and ran
back up the driveway to get my bag from the house.  When I came
back out though, Geoff was still standing there, a little ways
off, rifling through his pockets apparently looking for his
shopping list or whatever.  That immediately set off alarm bells
in my head.  Maybe he'd caught sight of my bare bottom when my
skirt blew up, and now had stopped to watch me.

I just stood there, a bit nervous now, unsure of what to do.  I
couldn't really go back into the house, because Hank would be
ready any minute now.  I slowly walked back to the van,
pretending like I hadn't seen Geoff.  Hopefully, he'll move on
soon.

When I reached the van, I turned away, and slung my bag into the
back seat, but the wind caught my skirt, making it to billow up
again.  I could feel the air blowing directly on my bare bottom,
but it took me a minute or two to free my hand from my bag, and
by then it was too late.  Even if he hadn't seen me before, he
definitely clocked me now what with my skirt floating up high
above my waist.  My heart was beating away in my chest, and I
didn't know what to do.  I should have pushed down my skirt, but
he'd seen me now, and I was worried that it would look like I had
done it on purpose, if I showed that I knew he was there.

Still I needed to see how Geoff was reacting, so I climbed into
the van, and kneeled down on the seat on all fours peeking back
over my shoulder at him.  Thankfully, he didn't look angry.  If
anything, he looked quite pleased at finding me out here like
this.  He seemed fascinated with my hindquarters, and was just
standing there, eyes wide, soaking in the sight of me and my
upturned caboose.

Even more nervous now, I climbed back out of the car, and
straightened up, still trying not to look in his direction.  The
wind had died down, but was still gently playing with the hem of
my skirt, causing it to ripple.  I felt so weird, excited I
guess, and more than a little embarrassed.  I really should do
something, but I didn't know what.  A bit light-headed, I began
skipping up the driveway toward the house until I realized that
if I went up on the porch, Hank might see me.  More soberly, I
came walking back towards the van, feeling a bit trapped.  My
skirt was still dancing, getting my hello kitty all juiced up,
but there was nowhere to hide.  Now what do I do?

Then, all of a sudden, the wind picked up again.  It was a huge
gust this time, making my skirt blow up straight skywards.  Still
trying to pretend that I didn't know Geoff was there, I just let
it balloon up, but it got to the point where I couldn't take the
embarrassment anymore.  I let out a little squeal,

"Kya!"  I immediately covered my mouth, regretting my mistake,
but Hank must have heard me.  He stuck his head around the corner
of the van, as I struggled to push my skirt back down.

"Don't worry.  Almost done," Hank assured me.  His eyes dropped
down to my skirt, but by then, I'd more or less got it under
control.  Phew!  That was close!

I risked a quick glance in Geoff's direction, but he was so
fascinated by my hips and bare thighs that I don't think he
noticed.  I was kind of flattered actually.  I hadn't been
getting much attention from my boyfriend, so it was nice that
someone appreciates me, I thought.  Speaking of Ryosuke, maybe I
should check my phone messages.  I leaned into the back seat,
going down on all fours again, digging around for my cell phone.
I knew that Geoff was watching of course, but I was kind of
having fun by that point teasing him.  I had never met his wife,
but maybe a little excitement in his life was just what he
needed.

With my ass in the air in a most unladylike pose, I began to feel
embarrassed though, so I backed out of the van, and stood up
again.  I poked at the keypad on my phone, trying to check
Geoff's reaction out of the corner of my eye.  He seemed a bit
puzzled or worried maybe.  Why was I scampering around bare-assed
so close to the street?  I don't think he figured out why, but
that's just as well.  I didn't want that kind of news getting
around.

Eventually, Hank called out that he was ready to go.  I felt a
bit torn actually.  I was kind of enjoying teasing Geoff, getting
to show off my wares without getting in trouble for it.  I
continued to stand there as long as I dared, fiddling with my
phone, and letting the wind play with my skirt.  Up until then,
I'd been mainly showing Geoff my ass, but I finally decided to
take pity on him.  I turned his way, showing him my pussy too. 
He looked suitably impressed, and that just made me even hornier
still.  Looking back, I'm not sure why I got off on that so much,
but at the time, I was having the time of my life, teasing him.

Anyway, Hank was waiting now, so I finally climbed into the back
seat, wincing as my bare ass cheeks slid along the vinyl seat. 
Geoff continued watching us as we drove away, but I still didn't
return his gaze.  Better he thinks it was all just an accident.

On the ride to school, I did finally manage to pull my panties
on.  Our practice session was a bit of a blur though.  I was too
worked up thinking about my encounter with Geoff.

I didn't see Geoff nor Carter for a while, but eventually, the
day of our big taiko show rolled around.  Loretta gave me a ride,
and we met Kazuo and them out back behind the stadium, so they
could carry in my drum.  I'd never actually been inside the
football facilities before.  They'd actually rebuilt the whole
thing recently.

Behind the stadium itself, there was a two-storey sports pavilion
with offices and training rooms and such.  It was all glass at
the front, so you got a panoramic view of the whole football
field and bleachers from inside.  We could see thousands of
people in the stands, screaming and cheering, and these big
beefcakey football players running around on the field.  You
could feel the excitement in the air.  This was it - the big
game!

"Wow!  That's a lot of people," I let slip, a bit intimidated.

"It'll be fine," Kazuo assured me.  "I think we've got it down
now.  You'd better hurry though, and get changed.  It won't be
long before we're up."

Kazuo, Mark and Tetsu rushed off to the stands to get ready,
leaving me alone in the pavilion.  'Where are the change rooms?'
I wondered.  I found locker rooms marked 'home' and 'away,' but
they were obviously for the players.  I couldn't find a ladies
room, so I left the pavilion, and went under the stands.  A guard
stopped me at the door, but I showed him my JSU card, explaining
I was with the show, and he let me through.  There was a ladies
room there, but there was a huge line up to get in.  That was
obviously for the spectators, so I went back to the pavilion. 
Where is the cheerleaders' dressing room?  There must be one, but
I couldn't find it.

I checked a bunch of locked doors, but ended up coming back to
the big picture window overlooking the field.  There was a small
area near the doors where there was a bit of a wall blocking the
view.  Anxious to get going, I set down my bag, and fished out my
white taiko tabi (split toe boots), red happi (jacket) and white
fundoshi (loincloth) wondering if I could get changed here.  It
was right by the window, but it was kind of tucked away a bit. 
There didn't seem to be anyone in the pavilion.  Most everyone
was probably outside watching the game.

Hurrying, I unbuttoned my blouse, and took it off, pulling on my
happi over my frilly white bra.  The happi was a lot shorter than
I remembered, hanging just a little below my waist, not really
covering my bush nor my rear.  Happis have no buttons, so I
needed an obi (belt) to tie the two sides of the happi shut at
the front.  My obi was still in my bag, so I just left the happi
open for now, feeling the air on my bare tummy.  Maybe that was
my first mistake, because that was already getting me a little
excited.

I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans, and took them off.  I
couldn't wear my underwear with this outfit.  I looked around the
foyer again, but since it seemed like the coast was clear, I took
off my bra, and then even my panties and socks too.  I knew I was
taking a terrible chance.  I was now more or less naked except
for the loose cotton happi which was covering my back, shoulders
and arms.  I paused for a moment to savor the feeling of being
naked, but soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by a male voice
from behind.

"Miss.  Miss!  Excuse me.  What are you doing here?"

The voice really spooked me.  Keeping my back to him to hide my
pussy and breasts, I turned my head to see who it was.  It was a
middle-aged man, quite fit - maybe one of the football coaches.

"Oh sorry.  I'm in the halftime show.  I was just getting ready,"
I rushed to explain.  He peered down curiously at my bare bottom.
 "Is there a cheerleaders' change room here somewhere?" I asked,
trying to divert his attention.

"Um, yeah.  There're multipurpose change rooms just over this
way," he explained pointing towards the far side of the foyer. 
"Didn't you get a key?" he asked, fishing out his own key chain.
I was feeling awfully nervous standing there practically naked
with him looking on, but he seemed like a nice guy.  Even so, I
couldn't very well walk across the main foyer practically naked
with the whole stadium looking on.

He motioned that he would open the change room for me, but I just
waved that I couldn't follow.  Since he wasn't getting that I was
naked, I finally raised my arms, showing him my bare bottom.

"Oh!" he cried out, obviously surprised.

"I was just trying to get changed.  We're on in a few minutes."

He stood there, licking his lips, apparently finding the
situation vaguely funny, but trying not to laugh.

"Can you help me?" I pleaded, jumping up and down.  He came back,
and picked up my bag.  I was actually a bit frightened as he came
closer, but he motioned that he wanted to shield me from the
window as the two of us walked across the foyer.  If I had any
sense, I guess I should have just gotten dressed there, but
somehow at the time, his plan didn't seem that crazy.

As we stepped out into the sun, I stared out in wonder at the
massive throng of people that had gathered there for the game. 
People could probably see me, but the bleachers were far enough
away that I hoped they wouldn't be able to tell I was sneaking
around here naked.  Where are Mark and them?  I hope they're not
watching.

Anyway, we made it part way across the foyer, when the coach
startled me by reaching over and grabbing my collar.  I wondered
what on earth he was doing - that flimsy little jacket was all I
had on, and I'd been trying to hide my pussy from him - but then
he showed me that my collar had gotten folded up in a strange
way.  I lifted my arms to fix it myself, but there was this
awkward moment while he stared down at my bare bottom, obviously
savoring my predicament.

Anyway, we eventually made it across to the door.  He moved to
open the door, so I had to come out from behind him.  I kept my
back turned to the window, but I was starting to wig out, because
that whole huge crowd out the window could see me now.  I pressed
my hands up against the wall trying to steady myself as all these
emotions coursed through my body.  God, I hope my classmates
aren't out there - Brad, Luke, Roger, Ryan.  That would be so
embarrassing.  Anyway, soon, the coach got the door open to let
me in.  I scampered inside, relieved to be away from the crowd,
but before closing the door, the coach said,

"Oh wait.  Just a sec."  I wasn't sure what he was up to at
first, but he finally pulled a key off his chain, and handed it
to me.  "You can borrow this one."  I had to face him to take the
key, and he opened in his eyes wide at the sight of my pussy.  I
pursed my lips, even more embarrassed.  I was so relieved when he
finally let the door close.

The privacy helped me calm back down a bit, although I was still
a bit heated up if you know what I mean.  The next step was
getting my fundoshi tied on.  One of the secrets I think is you
lay the material out flat at the front to cover your pubic hair,
but you twirl it into a rope for the back and the waist.  I
didn't have enough material to loop the front part over the belt
and back down between my legs the first time, so I had to undo
it, and try again.  Eventually, I got it tied on tight, but the
belt was hanging awfully low on my hips, so you could see a bit
of my pubic hair peeking out from over top at the front.  Hmm. 
Maybe I can use my happi to cover that up.  I took out the obi,
wrapped it around my waist, and tied the two sides of the happi
front shut.  The happi did hang down long enough to cover my
pubic hair, so I was happy about that.  Last, I pulled on my
taiko-tabi (shoes), and off I went to find Mark and them.

"Hey!  Nice outfit!" the coach shouted as I rushed by.  Without a
bra though, my bare breasts kept bouncing around.  I tried to
pull the sides of happi together to cover them, but the guard at
the door seemed more interested in my tits than my pass card.  I
pulled the sides of the happi together, and straightened my obi,
but I was obviously going to have to be careful.

When I came out into the stadium, I found Kazuo and crew in the
front row, drums all ready, still waiting for the second quarter
to end.  Mark gave me a big grin as soon as he saw me.  Ayumi was
there too, looking kind of embarrassed.  The guys all stopped to
check me out.  I was pretty worked up myself, nervous mostly,
partly because of the show.  I bounced up and down until I
realized they were all staring at my tits.  This is going to be
even more difficult than I thought.

Eventually, the quarter ended, and the two teams came off the
field.  A lot of the audience got up, and headed inside, but the
guys who'd got a look at Ayumi and me came down to the front to
watch.

Anyway, we started playing - the first part of the Pirates tune,
'Dinner is served.'  I had my stance right, legs apart, arms
above my head banging the drum, but this number is one of the
harder ones.  I have to hit the drum really hard to get that
thundering depth, but as I swung my arms out, my tits kept
swinging back and forth popping out of my top.  I don't think
people could see so well because I was facing this big drum, but
it was kind of embarrassing.  When the song was done, I quickly
fixed my happi, but we only got a mild smattering of applause.

Next, we went into the rumble stop Battleship riff.  This one is
a bit easier because it's just a regular rhythm repeated over and
over, so I didn't have to move as much.  My fundoshi felt like it
was coming undone though, so I stopped drumming to check it
causing a bit of confusion before we got going again.  Kazuo
looked at me, but he wasn't upset.  These things happen.

Our last song was blipvert I think it's called also from
Battleship.  It's also a constant repetitive beat, and we finally
managed to get it going at a lively clip.  A hush fell over the
audience, and people started coming back into the stadium to
watch.  Right at the end, we got a big round of applause.

Mark, Kazuo, Tetsu, Ayumi and I gathered in a line, and held
hands as we made our bows.  When I leaned forward though, my
breasts came out into view, but there was nothing I could do to
cover them since Kazuo and Mark had my hands.  It was then that I
noticed Ernie, my comp lit TA, down in the front row cheering
wildly.  Oh shoot!  I was hoping not to run into anyone I know.

Anyway, the second half was about to start, so we had to roll our
drums off the field.  Ernie found me though, and was all
excited.

"Wow, Emi!  You were great!"

I was glad he'd enjoyed the show, but the compliment would have
meant more if he didn't keep glancing down at my bare breasts.

"No, we kind of muffed the second song," I moaned, looking down
to see what I could do to fix my happi.  Without thinking, I
shook my head to get my hair out of my eyes, but this just made
my breasts jiggle, and come out even more.  Ernie wasn't the only
guy who was staring at me.  A whole bunch of guys had gathered
around, and were crowding in.

"No.  It was spectacular.  I loved it," Ernie gushed, his eyes
gleaming.  Ayumi was about to say we should go, but for some
reason, she thought my fundoshi was coming loose, and came up
behind me to fix it.  I knew it was hanging low - that was the
way I tied it, but she seemed to think something was wrong, and
kept trying to pull it up at the back.  Every time she tugged
though, the front part was pulled down exposing more and more of
my pubic hair.

I tried to get her to stop, but maybe she thought I was trying to
help her, and before I knew it, I think my whole yoohoo had slid
into view.  I strained against her, until she finally let go, but
Ernie and these other guys were all staring now, mouths agape,
stunned to have caught a glimpse of my pussy.

Kazuo and Mark eventually came in, and pushed these other guys
back, so Ayumi and I could break out of the circle, and head for
the pavilion.

The security guard smiled when he saw me, but soon let us
through.  I was expecting there to be more privacy in the
pavilion, but the players were just coming back to their locker
rooms.  I walked right through the middle of them, a bit
intimidated by their size, but they just watched Ayumi and me as
we scurried on through.  I was so glad when I finally made it
back to the dressing room, and got inside.

"Emi!  Sorry about pulling on your fundoshi back there," she
apologized looking all concerned.

"That's okay.  I knew I had it tied on wrong," I reassured her,
not really angry.

"I was just so flustered, with all those guys crowding around."

"Don't worry.  It's fine.  Some of those football players are
kind of hunky though, aren't they?" I grinned.

Emi Tsuruta























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