My first time playing squash

By Emi Tsuruta, First posted April 5, 2004

Hi there.  It's me, Emi, again.  I was going through my old diaries, and I noticed one part that I'd typed up a long time ago, but never sent out for some reason.  I guess it all happened a couple of years ago when Ryosuke and I had first started to get more serious.  I don't know; I was such a basket case in those days.  I was so much in love with him, but I didn't really know what I should be doing to make him happy or whatever, and so I ended up doing some pretty silly things.  Now I'm a bit more mature about these things, but anyway, I'll send this to you, just so you'll know about it too.

I think this happened just after our second "tryst" there in the walled-in garden on campus.  That was such a weird time really, because I was so excited about all this new stuff happening, but I was also really seriously afraid.  I was absolutely terrified that I was going to do or say something to our friends that might give us away.  I was especially careful about my clothes trying to dress really conservatively at school, acting on my best behavior so that no one would suspect anything.  I guess after we'd done it a few times more, I started to get more used to it, and enjoy it more, but this all happened when I was still really frightened and not sure what to do.

Anyway, I guess it was a Sunday, I was just sitting around the house, watching TV with my host family's kids.  It was raining out, and I didn't really feel like studying.  My mom had sent me a care package from Japan, and so I made some Japanese Ramen (noodles) for my host family for lunch.  I wasn't really homesick, but having the noodles did remind me of home, and I started wondering what my friends back in Japan were doing.  I felt a little bit sad that I couldn't just phone them up and say hi.  I just kind of sat quietly thinking for a long time.  Even my host family's kids were pretty quiet that day.

As I was sitting there and thinking about my friends, suddenly, the phone rang and it was Ryosuke.  I was so happy to hear from him.  As I said, I'd been worrying quite a bit about whether he was going to get us into big trouble by fooling around outside.  Still, I did enjoy talking with him, and I liked him a lot, so anyway, I was really glad that he called.

We started talking, and then he invited me to go for a swim (at least I thought that's what he said) at the athletic center on campus.  I was so happy to finally have something to do.  As soon as I hung up, I ran upstairs and put on my swimsuit.  A date, at last.  What should I wear? I didn't want to wear anything too fancy to the athletic center, so I dug out this fluffy navy sweatshirt I have and the matching skirt, and put them on over the swimsuit.  Quickly, I stuffed a towel and shampoo and a few other things into my bag, ran down the stairs and headed out the door.

"Bye, everyone.  I probably won't be back for supper."

Because it was raining, I grabbed an umbrella, and decided to wait for the bus.  When I finally got to the athletic center, Ryosuke was already there, but there were, like, these two squash racquets sticking out of his bag.

"I thought you said we were going swimming."

"Oh yeah, just before I left, one of my friends called saying that he had reserved a squash court for 3 o'clock, but couldn't go, so I thought you might want to try."

I'd never played squash in my life.  I played tennis and ping pong a little in high school, but I'd never even seen a squash court.  I just stood there looking at him for a while, and I guess he could tell I was unhappy 'cause finally he said,

"OK, I'll tell you what.  First we'll go for a short swim, and then we'll play some squash.  How does that sound?"

"Really?"

"Sure."

I was so happy.  We went to our separate changing rooms, and then met again on the inside.  I came out, and I was all ready to practice (I was just really getting into swimming more then).  Ryosuke didn't seem to like my swimsuit so much. It's the same big navy one-piece that I used to wear in high school.

"Too old-fashioned," he said. Anyway, we swam for a while, but it was starting to get near 3 o'clock, so we went back to our changing rooms.  I took off my swimsuit, had a shower, and then toweled off.  I felt refreshed after the swim, and was looking forward to finding out how to play squash.  I walked naked from the shower into the changing room carrying my swimsuit and shivering a bit.  I found my locker, and got out my towel, and wrapped it around me.

Pulling my bag out of the locker, I started to rummage around inside it looking for my underwear, when I suddenly realized that I hadn't brought any.  I went through my bag again and again, but the more I thought about it, the more sure I became that I hadn't packed any.  I left the house in such a hurry.  Now what am I going to do?

My first thought was to put my bathing suit back on, and wear my clothes over that.  I think I might actually have done the exact same thing when I was in high school.  I remember putting my school uniform on over my swimsuit and how clammy and cold it felt when I was sitting in class.  It was a really icky kind of feeling.

Not sure quite what to do, I picked up my bathing suit, but it was still soaking wet and kind of gross-feeling.  I tried wringing it out in the sink, but no matter what I did it still felt the same.  I can't wear this!  I went back to the changing room, and wondered what I should do.

Some of the other girls started to look at me because I was just standing there in my towel staring off blankly into space.  I smiled at them, and then reluctantly took out my sweatshirt and skirt, and pulled them on over the towel.  Once they were on, I pulled the towel down and out from underneath.  It was a really weird feeling as the towel slid along my naked skin under my clothes.  I guess with Ryosuke and me just sort of getting into each other around that time, I was getting more sensitive.  I definitely felt something, kind of like butterflies in my stomach or excited or aroused.  I straightened my clothes, and tried not to smile as I walked to where the mirrors were.

I could really feel the air between my legs as I walked.  I felt so weird looking at myself in the mirror.  On the outside, I looked normal enough I guess, but I definitely felt naked underneath.  The sweatshirt was kind of big and bulky, so you couldn't really tell that I didn't have a bra on, but the problem was the skirt.  It is not as short as some of my skirts, but it isn't long either.  I twirled around to look at the back.  I guessed that it would probably be long enough if I didn't jump around too much.  I ran my fingers along the hem nervously.  At least, the material was fairly thick, so it wouldn't billow up in the wind or anything.

I went back to the locker, and looked at my swimsuit again.  It was my one piece navy suit from high school, the one Ryosuke doesn't really like.  I finally decided to hang it up, and shut the locker.  I picked up my bag, walked to the entrance, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.

The minute I was out the door, I could feel the breeze all over my body.  I swear I felt like I was completely naked.  My sweats are kind of loose fitting, so it really felt like I wasn't covered at all.  I looked down just to check.  The skirt was long enough that it was covering up my privates, but as soon as I took a step I could feel the air rushing in tickling me between the legs.

I finally noticed Ryosuke, standing over by the front desk.  Nervously, I pressed my lips together, and looked down as I walked over to him.  My face was beginning to feel hot.  He had this mildly bored look on his face.

"Sorry, I was just ...  um figuring out what to wear.  I'm going to have to come back a bit later because I left my swimsuit in there." As soon as I said this, I immediately started worrying that I might have given myself away.  Ryosuke, on the other hand, was avoiding my gaze.  Maybe he was upset about my having worn that old swimsuit even though I know he doesn't like it.

"It's kind of cool out today, isn't it?" Standing closer to the door made me even more aware of the breeze.  I couldn't stop thinking about my near nakedness.  I looked around, but no one was paying any attention to us.  I couldn't believe it because my face must have been bright red with embarrassment by then.

"C'mon.  Let's go.  It's almost three."

We walked down to where the courts were, but the pair before us were still finishing up their game.

"C'mon, if we go upstairs we can watch them."

Just a little ways along the corridor, there was a narrow stairwell leading up to the gallery.  Ryosuke stood at the door, waiting for me to go by, but I motioned for him to go first.  If I'd gone up the stairs before him, he would have noticed for sure that I didn't have anything on under my short skirt.  He went ahead, and I followed, but now I was terrified someone else would come up from behind.  This is crazy.  I'd better go back, and get my bathing suit before something horrible happens.  I stopped on the steps, but Ryosuke kept going up, and I was too afraid to leave him.

"Wait up."

When we got to the top, there was this corridor which opened up on either side to give you a view of the court below.  Ryosuke went right up to the railing of the court we were supposed to get, and leaned over to look down at the game.  I immediately started to worry that the people below would be able to see up my skirt, so I stood a few steps back from the railing.

"C'mon.  Don't be afraid.  You can't fall."

That's not what I was worried about.  Slowly, I edged towards the railing.  You could see this small ball bouncing off the wall, but I couldn't see the players at first.  The viewing platform was on an overhang, so you had to really lean forward to see them.  Ryosuke held onto my arm, as I leaned out.  I held down my skirt just in case they were looking up.  Thankfully, the two of them seemed to be concentrating on the game.  Gradually, I eased up, letting the skirt hang freely.  I swear I felt like a stripper on a stage, standing there half naked like that, but luckily, my "audience" was too busy to notice.

Soon enough, they finished playing, and left.  Ryosuke and I walked back to the stairway, and I let him go first.  As he headed down, I realized that that was not such a good idea because he would be below me.  I held my skirt down, but sure enough when he reached the corner, he turned and looked up at me.  I was so startled that I slipped, and fell back on to the stairs.  I just sat there dazed for a second.

"Are you OK?"

I suddenly realized my legs were wide open, and so I quickly closed them hoping he hadn't seen.

"Uh yeah," I said standing up.  He came right up next to me, and helped me brush off the back of my skirt.  I held onto his arm, and was shaking a bit not so much because of the fall as the excitement of having just flashed my pussy at him.  He continued to brush off my skirt when I suddenly realized his fingertips were feeling through the material for my non-existent underwear.  Through the skirt, he gently squeezed my bum cheeks, and then ran his finger down the crack of my bum.  My heart was racing, and I started shaking even more.

Ryosuke took a step back, and then lifted up the front of my skirt.  I struggled to push it back down, but he was too strong.

"For god's sake, Emi, where are your panties?"

"I forgot them at home," I blurted out.  He looked shocked.  He started to move his hand towards my pussy, but I broke away, and backed up the stairs, straightening my skirt.  You could hear people's voices in the corridor below and the sound of the squash balls bouncing on walls.

"Please Ryosuke, not here."

He just looked at me for a while, but finally stopped, and headed on down the stairs without saying anything.  When I got out into the corridor, he was splashing water on his face at a fountain.

I still felt hot and jittery, but anyway, he seemed to have understood that this was not a good place to have sex.  I was feeling pretty excited too, but didn't know what to do, where to go.  I tried to settle back down.

Anyway, we went into the squash court, and Ryosuke took out the racquets and balls, and started to show me how to play.  We were both feeling pretty excited, but anyway, I tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Basically, it's like tennis except you play up to nine points."

I couldn't believe how calm he looked.  I tried to calm down and forget the feeling of air on my privates, but it was hard.  We started to play, and I managed to concentrate enough to hit back a few shots.  As we started hitting the ball back and forth and getting a rhythm going, I began to relax a little.  I broke out laughing when he missed an easy return.

"Hey, no laughing.  Actually, I haven't played that much either."

I felt kind of relieved.  At first, I avoided running for shots because I was worried about my skirt blowing up, but the more we played, the more I got into the game.  I could tell he was watching me, so I began to jump around a bit more letting the skirt fly up, and expose my bum.  One time I jumped so high that I accidentally let the whole skirt billow up showing everything.  I turned around quickly to check to see if anyone had seen, but there was no one at the window or upstairs.  Ryosuke just laughed.

After we'd warmed up for a while, we started to play games.  Before we started, I thought that Ryosuke would be really good, but actually we seemed to be about the same level.  Finally he said,

"To make this more interesting, let's play for something."

I looked at him suspiciously.

"OK, how about this?  If you win, I have to do one favor for you, anything you want.  If I win, you have to do something."

I was even more suspicious, but he just gave me this good-natured smile.

"C'mon, it'll be fun."

I knew full well where this might lead, but anyway, I nodded OK.

"OK, great."

I managed to win the first game, and I got him to promise to buy me a new bathing suit.  I knew he wanted me to get one anyway, so it seemed like a good ting to ask for.  I was beginning to feel pretty good, and was wondering what to ask for next, when in our next game, he suddenly started hitting the ball really hard, so I couldn't return it.

"Hey, no fair."

"C'mon, you won the first game." Just to be nice, he let me win a few points back, but then he started hitting it hard again.  Sure enough I lost.

"You weren't just pretending to be bad, were you?"

"Stop complaining, and be a good sport."

"OK, so what do I have to do?"

He looked at me smiling ear-to-ear.  Oh-oh, I'm not going to like this.

"OK, how's this?  All you have to do is take off your skirt."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I can't do that.  People will see."  I looked directly at the small window in the door.  We hadn't seen anyone look in yet, but they certainly could.  Ryosuke took out his towel, opened the door, and then hung it over the window.

"There."

"What about upstairs?" I said looking up.

"If you stand back here, no one can see you anyway.  Besides, there's no one up there."

I went to the front of the court, and looked up, but it seemed pretty quiet.

"OK, but if someone comes, I get to put my skirt back on."

"Alright."  He was beaming away happily.  I walked to the back wall, and set down my racquet.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this.  You'd better buy me the best bathing suit in the store."

He nodded grinning.  I took a deep breath, and slipped my skirt down and off.  I'd felt pretty exposed before, but now I really felt nude with nothing covering my bottom at all.  I set my skirt down on top of my backpack, and nervously pulled the hem of my sweatshirt down trying to cover my pubic hair.

"I feel absolutely silly."

"You look great, sweetie."  He came over, and patted me gently on my naked bum.  I was getting so turned on, but I didn't want to let on, so I picked up the ball and racquet.

"My serve?"  I scored the next few points mainly because Ryosuke was watching my naked hips and not the ball.  His shorts were sticking out quite a bit at the front, so he was obviously enjoying looking at me.  Then suddenly he started playing seriously again, and won a few points back.  In order to distract him, I walked over to where the ball was, and deliberately bent forward to give him a good look at my secret treasure.  Unfortunately, I was getting too excited to think straight, so I lost the next few points and the game.

"OK, now your shirt."

I shyly played with it reluctant to strip off my last cover.

"C'mon, be a good girl now."

I straightened up, and pulled my shoulders back to try to make my breasts look as big as possible.  Ryosuke started clapping as I pulled the shirt over my head.  Now I was completely naked except for my white shoes, pink socks, the black choker I had around my neck and my wristwatch.  I felt so kinky dressed like that, like some kind of playboy model.  Not knowing quite what to do, I kneeled down, and straightened my socks.  Looking down at my breasts, I realized that they seemed bigger than usual, maybe because I was so excited.  To try to calm down, I picked up my racquet.

"We'd better get this over with before someone shows up." I looked up at the viewing deck nervously.  I felt so completely exposed standing there with nothing on.  You could hear the games going on in the other courts.  "Are you sure this is safe?" I said suddenly having second thoughts.  I leaned up against the back wall trying to stay out of sight of the balcony.

"Yeah, it'll be OK, at least till 4 o'clock."  I looked at the watch on my bare arm.  It felt so weird seeing just the watch when I wasn't wearing anything else.  It was already 3:40.

"OK we'd better hurry.  Make this the last game," I said trying to sound calm.

"No, we've got plenty of time.  Let's play two or three more."

As we played, I was getting increasingly nervous that someone would come, so I couldn't concentrate on the game.  Ryosuke would stand there staring at me, and then when it was his turn, hit the ball hard, so he won again.

"Now what?"

He walked over to my backpack and stuffed my clothes in it.

"Listen, I'm going to go upstairs for a minute.  You just keep on playing." He picked up my bag and his own and then opened the door.

"Hey, wait a second.  What about me?"  I huddled close to the wall in case anyone was walking by.

"Oh, don't worry.  I'll be watching from upstairs." He moved to close the door, but stopped and grabbed the towel.  "Oh I guess you won't be needing this."

The door slammed shut, and it was quiet again except for the sound of the other games.  I stood pressing against the back wall, praying that no one would walk by.  I looked down at my naked body.  My breasts rose and fell as I breathed heavily.  I touched myself down there, and realized I was soaked.

"Hey, I can't see you."  It was Ryosuke calling from above.

"Listen, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Nah, it'll be fine.  Trust me.  Just play a bit, out where I can see you."  I took a step from the wall, and peered out the small window.

"Was there anyone in the hall?"

"Nope, not a soul."

I looked this way and that out the window, but it looked like there was no one there.

"I don't know, Ryosuke, I mean I think this is way too dangerous."  I looked around for my clothes, but then realized he had them.

"If you don't hurry up, the next people will show up."

I looked at my watch.  It was 3:50.  Seeing little other choice, I walked out into the center of the court, and started hitting the ball against the wall.  I heard this clicking noise, and looked up to see that Ryosuke was taking pictures again.

"Hey, cut that out."

"Nah, it'll make a great memento of the day."

Not knowing quite what to do, I picked up the ball again and played some more while he kept shooting.  I looked at my watch again, and it was almost four.

"Ryosuke, throw me down my clothes.  It's almost four."

"Hey, I've got a better idea.  Why don't you come up here?"

"Listen, Ryosuke, this is no time for jokes."

"I'd hurry up if I were you."

I looked up at him, but he made no sign of moving.  I was beginning to feel desperate.

"It's just a short jog."

I realized that he was serious.  I really didn't want to go out into the hall stark naked, but I couldn't get him to come back down.  I walked to the door and looked out.  It looked quiet enough.  I opened it a crack.  A cool rush of air washed over my body.  My head was swimming.  Half crazy with embarrassment, I stepped out into the hall, and ran to the stairs.  I didn't see anyone.  I sped up the stairs, but when I got to the viewing area, I realized that the players in the other courts would be able to see me if they looked up.  Ryosuke was taking more pictures.

"Emi, you are absolutely incredible!" he whispered in glee.

Shivering with fear, I tiptoed forward past the first pair of courts.  I caught a glimpse of a couple of players, but they were facing the other way.  My heart was beating away like crazy.  I was so nervous I dropped the squash ball I was carrying, and it bounced into one of the courts.  Panicking, I ran over to where Ryosuke was, but I wasn't sure if they could see me or not.  The tension in the air was incredible as I huddled next to him waiting.

"Did someone lose a ball up there?" one guy called up from the court below.  Ryosuke went over, while I squatted down quivering and praying that they couldn't see me.  Ryosuke answered,

"Sorry.  I'll be right down to get it."

I ducked down as far as I could, and Ryosuke finally took pity, and pulled my clothes out of his bag.

"Hurry up, you'd better get dressed," he whispered in Japanese.  Sitting down my bare bum on the cold floor sent a shiver up my spine, but I quickly pulled on my skirt and sweatshirt.  Still terrified, I lay there for a moment till I got up the courage to follow Ryosuke back downstairs.

I still didn't have any underwear on.  Ryosuke seemed a bit more worried now, and we quickly headed for the changing room where my swimsuit was.  I felt so relieved when I got in, and found my swimsuit in the locker where I'd left it.  I had a shower and got dressed.  The swimsuit still felt funny, but it was drier than before.

After that, we went to a fast food restaurant near campus and I told him how I'd forgotten my underwear.  He still doesn't believe me.  He thinks I did it on purpose to tease him.  Anyway, I still go to the athletic center a lot, but that was probably the first time I ever did anything like that.

Anyway, I've got a whole bunch more things I want to tell you so I'll try to write again soon.  Take care.

Emi Tsuruta
My web site:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta