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Fun and Games
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/

So my (ex?)boyfriend Ryosuke was angry at me for not wanting him
to sleep with this girl Kiyomi.  The son in my host family,
Brandon was angry at me for dousing him with water in the shower.
 I'd been hanging around at my friend Satomi's dorm, but there
was still no sign of Todd, the one guy whom I thought might
really understand me.  And as if all that weren't bad enough, my
mom had ordered me to stop 'wasting time' in the States, and come
home to Japan.  I was feeling a bit at sea.

I didn't think there was much I could do about Ryosuke, Todd or
my mom, but I did want to apologize to Brandon before I left for
Japan.  Unfortunately, it seemed like he was avoiding me.  I
guess he thought I'd soaked him on purpose to put a damper on any
romantic feelings he might have towards me.  That wasn't it at
all though.  He'd been good to me, keeping my secrets from his
mom and sister.  I knew him better than any other American boy
(and certainly better than Todd).  I guess I can admit I had
feelings for Brandon although maybe not quite in the same way he
did for me.

Anyway, I kept checking Brandon's room, but he never seemed to be
home.  To get my mind off my problems, I called up my friend
Minori.

"Do you want to go check out that game center that Mark was
telling us about?" I asked her.  Mark was the Japanese American
boy we knew from the Japanese Student Union at my university here
in Oceanview.  "Mark said they have some Japanese games."

"Yeah, sure.  I used to go to game centers all the time when I
was in high school.  Do you think they have print club or dance
dance revolution?" Minori asked, obviously interested.

"I don't know.  He didn't say.  Do you still have your old high
school uniform?"

"Umm.  Yeah... maybe, or something like it."

"Let's get dressed up, just for old time's sake."  I'd recently
bought a sailor suit uniform for my job at the comic con.  It was
a bit revealing, but maybe if I wore a sweater vest on top and
knee-high socks, it would be okay.

Anyway, Minori and I headed down one Saturday to check it out. 
Minori had managed to find a sailor suit similar to mine -
pleated navy mini-skirt, navy sweater vest, white blouse, and
knee high blue socks.  She looked just like a real school girl. 
It was kind of fun getting dressed up like that again.  It
brought back a lot of memories from when I lived in Japan.

The arcade was down by the waterfront, not so far from the
beaches on the south side of Oceanview.  It's in what looks like
an old converted store.  The front was kind of wide open, but it
wasn't all that big.  They did have some Japanese games - UFO
catcher (with the crane), air hockey, race games, but no print
club nor dance dance revolution.  There were a few American boys
hanging around here and there, but they seemed to be absorbed in
their games.

We wandered around the arcade checking out the different games. 
We eventually stopped by one, Whack-a-mole I think it's called. 
You get this big rubber mallet, and moles keep popping out of the
board, and you have to hit them on the head before they go back
into their holes.  I put some quarters in, and we tried.

At first, we were concentrating on this game, trying to hit these
little guys before they disappear.  I think we were doing well
for beginners.  Part way through though, Minori touched my hand
gesturing towards the guys behind us.  It seems they were
watching us.  They were wearing glasses, but looked kind of cool
for gamers.

At first I thought they were just watching our gaming technique,
but as this went on, I realized that they were clapping and
cheering most whenever I jumped up, or leaned forward.  The skirt
on that uniform is quite short in the first place, and when I'd
done it up, I'd left it pretty high.  I guess they could see my
panties or maybe even the cheeks of my bottom.  Having them watch
us was giving me butterflies, but we were still in a middle of a
game, so I tried to ignore them, and go after these moles.

Our audience was making me nervous though, so I kept missing,
banging the wrong hole.  Not really on purpose, I rocked my hips
back and forth, humping the air, making my skirt flip up even
more.  The boys' eyes were kind of swimming in their heads, a bit
taken aback by my 'wild' behavior.  Minori peered over at me, a
mischievous look in her eye, but we avoided looking at the guys.

Anyway, the game finally wound down.  I prodded Minori
questioning what she wanted to do about our admirers.  If I'm
going to be completely honest, I was vaguely daydreaming about
finding a washroom, and taking off my panties to tease them, but
I didn't want to freak Minori out too much.  She likes teasing
guys too, I know, but I didn't want to do anything too weird.

It did look like these guys might be gearing up to come over to
ask us out.  Minori didn't seem keen though, so we ended up
heading out instead.  With me leaving for Japan soon, there
wasn't much point in starting things up if Minori wasn't
interested.  It was kind of fun teasing those guys, watching
their reactions.

When I got home that night, there was still no sign of Brandon. 
He always used to be home.  Is he avoiding me?  He can't still be
angry about that shower thing, can he?  Anyway, I went to bed,
and fell asleep.

The next morning I got up early, and puttered around in the
kitchen vaguely hoping Brandon would come down.  He stayed in his
room for quite a while, and after his shower, he headed straight
out without even saying good morning.

"Where's he off to in such a rush?" I asked his sister Jenn.

"He's got that little league baseball game coming up, so he's
probably off practicing."

Shoot!  I'd forgotten all about that.  I didn't realize he was
taking that so seriously.  Anyway, maybe that's why he's never
around.  It was good to find out that there might be another
reason why he was out so much.  Maybe he's not avoiding me after
all.

I still felt restless though.  I ended up having a shower, and
then going out for a walk in the ravine behind our house.  The
path was a bit damp - it must have rained the night before - and
there weren't many people around.  I walked down to the half way
point, over the bridge, and then headed off into the woods down
towards the stream.  That area of the park is quite pretty and
hidden from view by quite a few trees and bushes.  I wanted to
sit down, and rest, but the ground was wet, so I just squatted
there, surrounded by all these plants.

That stream isn't deep enough to swim in, but the water is quite
clear and brisk.  Since no one seemed to be around, I stripped
off my clothes, and went in for a little dip.  It felt good to
forget my worldly cares, and commune with nature for a bit.  The
last time I'd done this though, I ended up getting caught by this
man Gavin and his father, and that had been pretty embarrassing.
I only stayed there a short while this time.  I soon pulled my
clothes back on, and headed back to the house for another
shower.

On Monday, I decided to go down to the university, and see what
Satomi was doing.  I found her out in the quad of her dorm lying
on a beach blanket studying.  I'd brought my books with me, but I
didn't really feel like studying.  The sun was high in the sky. 
The weather was simply gorgeous.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked Satomi.

"Be my guest," Satomi offered, clearing a space on her blanket
for me.  I lay face down, and opened a book, staring somewhat
blankly at the pages.  My body felt strange though - itchy I
guess.  I reached down the back of my shorts, vaguely scratching
my bottom, trying to make the feeling go away.

"What are you doing?" Satomi finally asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"With the scratching I mean!"

"Oh.  That.  I was in the ravine yesterday.  I must have gotten
bitten by a mosquito or something."

Satomi eyed me suspiciously, rightly sensing that there was more
to the story.

"How did you get bitten there?" she asked pointing to my behind.
I rubbed my brow, hiding my face in my hair, a bit embarrassed.

"I don't know.  Does it matter?"

"You have red spots on your thighs," she pointed out.  I looked
down.  I didn't actually feel all that bad, but she was right.  I
did seem to be having a reaction to something.  I must have
brushed up against something when I took off my clothes.

"You should get it looked at.  Maybe you have West Nile," she
mused.

"Oh, don't be silly.  I don't have West Nile."

"You should see someone though."

Soon, we caught sight of Anton walking across the quad.  Anton
was a tall blonde medical student who lived in Satomi's dorm.  I
think he's of Slavic descent, but he looks a bit like a young
Bill Clinton.

"Anton!  Anton!" Satomi called out to him.  He heard her, and
came over.  "Emi isn't feeling well.  We think she has West
Nile."

I laughed.

"Oh, don't be silly, Satomi.  It's nothing."

"I can take a look if you want," he offered.

I sat up, fingering my waistband, vaguely wondering if I should
show him.  Satomi quickly piped up.

"Look at her legs.  There are red spots."

"I'm fine really," I insisted.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a look of genuine concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh OK," he said.  "But if you ever need any medical advice, just
let me know.  We're supposed to be looking for people to practice
on anyway."

"Oh OK, thanks," I smiled.  Eventually, he headed on his way.

"You really should get someone to take a look.  It's better to
get these things treated right away."

I nodded, but I was really in no rush.  It would be hard to
explain how I'd gotten a rash up in such private places.

The week rolled by, and I did finally manage to get some studying
in, and pass my first few exams.  Then, the day of the Brandon's
baseball game arrived.  I decided to take a break from studying
to go cheer him on.  I had a shower, and put some ointment on my
rash, but I was actually feeling a bit love-starved what with
Ryosuke and I on the rocks.  I decided to dress up a little. 
Maybe that would cheer Brandon up too.

It was warm that day too, so I pulled on some white panties, a
beige mini-skirt, black halter and a white terry cloth hoodie.  I
didn't wear a bra, but that was because my breasts felt a bit
funny too.  A bra would be too restricting.  I also took along a
wide brimmed straw hat and mirror sunglasses to shield me from
the sun...  oh and my open toe platform sandals.  I rubbed on
some sun block on my legs and chest till they glistened.  There.
That looks pretty good.

I don't think I'd ever been to Brandon's school before that. 
There were a lot of people out on the field out back, but it
looked like the players were still inside.  I went into the
school, looking for the home team's locker room.  There was some
boy's father standing down the hall.  He looked over at me,
checking me out I guess.  Another boy walked by heading into the
locker, so I asked him to get Brandon to come out, so I could
wish him luck.  Soon, Brandon appeared at the door.

"Emi!  What are you doing here?"  He seemed a bit surprised to
see me.

"I thought I'd come, and cheer you on."

"Um... oh.  I see."  He looked a bit nervous actually.  I wasn't
sure if it was the way I was dressed, or just that he felt
self-conscious about admitting he knew me in front of his team
mates.  His edginess made me want to tease him though.  I leaned
forward, and peeked into the locker room.

"Um, are your team mates all getting dressed for the big game?" I
asked, coyly.

"Yeah, I guess.  Listen, Emi.  Maybe we can talk later.  I gotta
go."

I gave him a frowny face, but he just sniffed, and headed back
inside.  My first thought was I should follow him into the change
room.  The dad was still staring at me, making goo-goo eyes
almost.  Partly to get away from him, I teetered forward on my
platform sandals, waltzing right into the boys' locker room
unannounced.

"Brandon?  Brandon?" I called out softly.  A different boy stuck
his head out from around the corner.  "Is it okay if I come in? 
I'm looking for Brandon," I told him.  This boy looked at me
strangely, and then checked the locker room to see if any of his
team mates were still getting changed.

"I think I saw Brandon come through.  And you are?"

"Um, Emi," I smiled shyly.  "I live with Brandon.  I just wanted
to wish him good luck."

The boy eyed me curiously.  'Live with Brandon?'  Was I his
girlfriend?  He finally motioned that I could come in, but I
think this was just because he wanted to find out more about me
and my relationship with Brandon.  Here I am, this hot Japanese
girl, all dressed up in hat and mini-skirt, trying to come into
the boys locker room.

It was actually pretty weird going in with all of these young
boys there.  They all looked up at me wondering what on earth I
was doing there.

"Is Brandon here?" I asked.  They just gawked at me, but he
clearly wasn't in the main change room.

"Maybe he's in the dugout," one boy finally suggested.  I
wandered over to the far side, but accidentally, found myself
standing at the entrance to the showers.  There was one boy in
there showering - naked - but as soon as the other boys realized,
they jumped up to pull me out.

"Sorry," I smiled apologetically.  They were still all kind of
staring at me.  I felt pretty embarrassed myself, but a bit
excited too.  I finally found the exit, and wandered out to the
dugout.  Brandon glared at me shocked that I'd come through the
boys change room after him.

"Emi!  You can't be down here.  The game is about to start."

"Sorry," I apologized.  "I just wanted to wish you luck." 
Brandon led me down to the far end of the dugout showing me where
the stands were.  I peered back at him as I walked away.  His
team mates had all flocked around, asking him who I was.  Brandon
still didn't seem keen on telling them about me.  I was his
secret I guess.

In the stands, it seemed to be mostly moms and dads, sisters and
brothers, cheering on the boys.  I walked down the line towards
first base, and found a seat.  I hadn't seen a baseball game for
a long time.  In Japan, little league baseball is a big deal. 
They show the finals on TV, and the announcers focus in on the
players - the joy of victory, the agony of defeat.  There seemed
to be the same sort of drama here.  The other team was
considerably stronger than Brandon's, so his team was struggling
from the start.  I wanted to cheer him up somehow, but I wasn't
sure how.

It was kind of hot that day especially up in the stands, so
during a lull, I slipped off to the washroom to wash my face.  My
halter felt a bit tight.  I'd had to squeeze my breasts into it,
so maybe it wasn't exactly the right size.  Checking the door to
make sure no one was coming, I took off my hoodie and halter,
stripping topless, and then pulled my hoodie back on over my bare
breasts, and did up the zip.  There.  That's a lot better.  As
long as I keep the front zipped up, no one would be able to see
my tits anyway.  I did leave the front slightly open, so you
could see a bit of cleavage, but not more.

When I got back outside, I felt a lot better.  It felt good to be
free of that restrictive halter, to feel my breasts bouncing
around inside the soft terry cloth of my hoodie.  Now I had my
own little secret.

Eventually, Brandon hit a single, and came down to first base
just in front of where I was sitting.  I whistled, and he looked
over.  He was still trying to act like he didn't know me, so just
to tease him, I slowly unzipped my hoodie, showing him my bare
breasts.  He gave me a sharp look, acting annoyed, but I could
tell he was getting excited.  Before I could pull my zipper back
up, the first basemen looked over at me too, quite shocked to see
my tits out on the wide open field.

I zipped back up, feeling a bit embarrassed myself.  I hadn't
really meant to flash that other boy.  Ah well.  Maybe it'll be
okay.  That boy was from another school anyway.

The next batter, Brandon's team mate, hit a pop fly.  Brandon was
still glancing edgily over at me, so it took him a while to start
running, but luckily, the first baseman was distracted too, and
missed the ball completely when they threw it to him.  Both
Brandon and his team mate made it to their bases.

I was kind of laughing because it was probably my breast flash
that had put the first baseman off his game.  Brandon just
scratched his ear sheepishly, not really wanting to acknowledge
my help.  Brandon even made it home while the first basemen
continued to glare over at shameless little me.

After the game, I went down to the dugout.  Brandon's team had
lost, but they'd put up a good fight in the second half.  His
team mates all started grinning when I came up.  I didn't think
they'd seen me flash Brandon my tits, but who knows?  Maybe some
of them had.  I didn't feel that embarrassed.  I continued to
fiddle with the zipper, vaguely wondering if I should give them
another peek.  Brandon grabbed me though, and dragged me off
around the corner.

"Emi!  What are you doing?" he asked, still pretending to be
annoyed.

"Nothing.  I just came to watch you play.  Sorry you guys lost."

"No.  I mean with your... you know.  I thought mom told you not
to dress like that anymore."

"She said not in the house.  I thought it would cheer you up."

He glanced down at my cleavage, obviously interested.

"You're crazy.  You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, but you love it."

He just laughed.  His team mates had come down to the corner, and
were watching us.

"Anyway," I went on, "I wanted to say sorry for dousing you in
the shower the other day.  No hard feelings?"

He licked his lips without answering.  He was trying not to let
it show, but you could he was a bit turned on by what I'd done.

"Are you coming home tonight?" I asked.

His face looked torn, wondering I guess why I was so interested,
but he finally said,

"I promised these guys I'd go out with them.  When are you
leaving anyway?"

"Just a few more days.  I'm going to be busy though.  I have to
go see Satomi, and then there's my farewell party.  Anyway, even
after I go to Japan, I'll come back to Oceanview, and visit some
day."

For the first time, I could see in his face that he really was
quite sad now that I was leaving.  I leaned in, and gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek.  He stared at me, a bit surprised I
guess.  I didn't say anything, but waved goodbye, and headed back
home.  I was glad we'd finally made up.  He's a good kid.

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