Miori in America Part 1 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:
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Miori was coming to America.  I'd only just met her a couple of years before on one of my trips home to Japan, but in the time since, she'd become one of my best friends.  She used to seem so shy.  She was still young I guess, in her last year of high school, but lately, it seemed like she was beginning to develop an adventurous streak.  If anything, she was starting to remind me of me.  Anyway, I was really excited that she was coming.  This time, she was only going to stay for a week, but maybe next time, she would be able to stay longer.

My boyfriend Ryosuke and I went up to Los Angeles by train to pick up Miori at the airport.  Futoshi, one of Ryosuke's friends who now lived in L.A., picked us up at the train station, and took us to the airport.  At the arrivals gate, I picked Miori out of the crowd immediately.  She was dressed for summer in sunglasses, a big straw hat and a sleeveless floral dress.  She was clutching her bag in her hands, scanning the crowd for us.  I guess she thought this was L.A., and she was trying to look like one of those Hollywood movie stars.  As soon as she saw me though, she dropped her bag, and gave me a big hug.  I was a bit surprised, but anyway, I was glad she was here.

Futoshi took us back to his place, so Miori could get some sleep.  We got her set up in Futoshi's bed ? the boys were to sleep out in the living room ? and then the three of us went out to a coffee shop to let her rest.  Both Ryosuke and Futoshi seemed quite excited.  She was an attractive girl after all, but I tried to get them to settle back down.  To make things even worse, when we got back to the apartment, we found her asleep on the bed in just a boy-style p.j. top and white cotton panties.  Ryosuke leaned over, and tugged the hem of her top up to get a better look at her panty-clad bottom.  I shot him such a look.  He rushed to reassure me,

"Your ass is much better." And this is the guy I have for a boyfriend!

The next morning, when I got up, Miori was still traipsing around in her panties.  I finally convinced her to go in for a shower, and then kept guard as the boys kept eyeing the bathroom door.  You could hear her cheerfully singing away on the other side, seemingly unaware of the stir she was causing.

Once we were all ready, Futoshi took us to Hollywood to look for movie stars.  We did see some people who looked like they might be famous, but no one I really knew.

After supper, Futoshi dropped us off at the train station, so that Ryosuke, Miori and I could head home to Oceanview.  Once we arrived, we said goodbye to Ryosuke, and took the bus to my host family's house.  At home, Brandon, the son of the family I'm staying with, came to the door to get a better look at our exotic young guest.  I must admit I was getting a little tired of all this stir she was causing.  I wasn't that much older than Miori, and liked to think I had girlish charms of my own.  Still hopefully, it was just because she was new to them, and it would wear off in time.

It was getting late, so I got Miori set up in the shower, lending her my biggest pair of p.j.'s, just so she wouldn't be prancing around in her undies again.  She came downstairs to where Brandon and I were watching TV, toweling off her wet hair.  She looked a bit annoyed, perhaps because the pajamas I'd given her were so big and baggy looking.  It was for the best though.  Brandon was randy enough already without her provoking him anymore.

Back in my room, I got out a futon for her, but she didn't look too thrilled by that either.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh nothing.  I was just..." her voice trailed off.

"What?"

"I just thought we could sleep together... in the same bed."

I guess it was an innocent enough request, but there was something about the way she said it.  I'd slept in the same bed with friends before and my boyfriend of course, but for some reason, I felt uneasy, worried I guess about what my host mother Loretta might think.  Eventually, I just shut the door, and the two of us tucked in to my bed.  It had been a while since I'd slept in the same bed with another girl.  She smelled so fresh and clean, so feminine compared with Ryosuke.  Eventually, I did manage to drift off to sleep.  Later, when I awoke in the middle of the night, Miori had one arm wrapped round my tummy like I was her teddy bear or something.  I felt a bit funny about the whole thing, but I carefully moved her arm away, and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Miori was up before I was, washing her face, and brushing her teeth.  She was so cheerful and excited, anxious to get out, and see Oceanview.  I took her down to the university, and introduced her to Satomi and Asuna, two of my best friends here in Oceanview.  Satomi was a bit quiet, but Miori babbled away, excitedly telling us about all the things she wanted to do.  Everywhere I took her, she would 'oo' and 'ah,' saying over and over how wonderful it was to be in 'America.' :p

Miori's English wasn't very good, but whenever she was in a fix, she would bat her eyelashes, and whatever guy was nearby would stumble all over himself trying to help her.  Brandon was the worst of all, letting her play all of his video games, acting all sweetness and light for a change.  I didn't mind so much, but then one night, Ryosuke phoned up, and invited himself over.  We were up in Brandon's room playing a tennis game on his Wii when Ryosuke came in.  Miori was sprawled out on Brandon's bed, working the Wii, in bare feet, a white halter and tight-fitting orange shorts.  Almost as soon as he came in, Ryosuke started staring down at her round little backside.

"What do you say we play something different?" he asked with this gleam in his eye.  Miori rolled over to face him, her face lighting up.  I stared daggers at Ryosuke - already on my guard.  He glanced at me, sensing my suspicion, but went ahead anyway.

"How about Oosama game?"  It's sort of the Japanese equivalent of Truth Dare.

Miori leapt up, shouting "Let's play!  Let's play!" but I put up my arms in an X, signaling that there was just no way I was agreeing to this.  Miori looked a bit disappointed, but I knew I had to nip this in the bud before Ryosuke could steer things in a more dangerous direction.  Who knows what kind of things he would have made us all do.

Ryosuke eventually went home, and I left out another pair of big pajamas for Miori, but this time when she came downstairs, she was wearing just the top.  Brandon kept sneaking glances at her bare legs, but I didn't want to make a fuss over it, so I just let her be.  This was her vacation after all, perhaps her first trip away from her parents.

The next day, to get Miori away from Brandon and Loretta, I decided to take her down to the beach.  It was the high season, and all the kids were off for school vacation.  I knew the beach downtown would be crowded.  I took her to a place that was a little more out of the way, where there are cliffs and rocks but no sand.  When we got to the parking lot, it was filled with campers and holidayers from the city.  We followed the path through the woods to the main swimming area, and it was just packed with people milling around and diving off the rocks.  We hiked up this path, and luckily on the other side of the hill, it was a bit quieter, just a few American girls sunbathing.  There was even a pebble beach that was easier to walk on.

Of course, there were no change rooms this far out.  That morning, I hadn't thought to suggest that we come dressed in our swimsuits.  We stood there, mulling over what to do, and eventually, I suggested we just hide in the trees, and get changed there.  Miori pursed her lips, and eyed me curiously, trying to make out as if I'd planned all this.  I ignored her, and in very businesslike fashion, undid my jeans, and peeled them off.  Now at least we were away from Brandon and Ryosuke, so I felt better about cutting loose a little.  Miori looked amused, but she quickly got undressed as well.

Once we were both naked, we just sort of stood there, eyeing each other, covering our mouths as we giggled away at the situation, standing here naked in the woods.  I kind of knew that she got as much of a kick from getting naked outside as I did.  In fact, I think I was probably the one who got her turned on to the whole idea in the first place with all the stories I'd told her.

We didn't have much time to enjoy our newfound freedom though, because back behind us, we could hear people coming up the path.  I heard voices speaking in Korean, and then through the trees I saw what looked to be a Korean mother, father and young daughter, maybe 16 and this other youngish Korean man.  They were talking away, preoccupied I guess, so they didn't see us at first.  My heart sped up because both Miori and I were stark naked, our pink skin probably visible through the trees.  Miori picked up a towel, asking with her eyes if she should cover up, but I motioned for her to stay still, hoping they wouldn't notice us.  I crouched a bit trying to hide my naked body behind the leaves in the trees.  They came awfully close, only a few yards from where we were standing.

Luckily, though the Korean man had his back to us, talking with the family, as he tried to pick his way through the rocks.  Miori was having a complete freak attack, not used to the situation I guess.  I was shaking too, but more from excitement than fear.  I was glad to have her there though.  She was one of the few people who really seems to understand how I feel.

The Koreans went right past us on down the trail seemingly without having noticed us.  I was still pretty excited, but not wanting to tempt fate, we quickly pulled on our bikinis.  It took us both a while to calm back down, but eventually, we came out, and went down to the water's edge to swim.  The Korean guy finally noticed us, but he seemed more taken with the daughter than us.  We went in wading for a while, but we didn't stay long.  We ended up just pulling our clothes on over our still damp bikinis.

"That was kind of fun," I grinned on the way back.  Miori blushed shyly, but I knew she must have enjoyed it too.  She seemed giggly and nervous all evening.  Eventually, it came time for bed, and I got out another pair of pajamas for her to wear.  She hovered at my door for a second, obviously wanting to say something.

"Do you want to come in, too?" she asked quietly.  I looked at her, a bit surprised.  Miori and I had actually bathed together at my parent's house in Japan the last time I was back, but somehow here in the States, it didn't seem quite so natural.  I guess people don't really bathe together so much in the States.

"Um... yeah I guess," I answered hesitantly.  She waited at the door for me to get my things.  I couldn't help feeling self-conscious with Brandon, Loretta and Jennifer all just downstairs.  That would be kind of embarrassing if one of them came up, and found the two of us showering together.

Once we were across the hall in the bathroom, I motioned for her to keep as quiet as possible.  She quickly stripped out of her clothes, but then turned to watch me as I got undressed.  I'd noticed this before.  She has always shown great interest in my body.  Once I was naked, I turned to fix my hair in the mirror, as she looked me up and down, eyes wide and curious.  It felt a bit weird, almost as if it was a boy who was watching me, and not Miori.  Even after we got in the shower, she was still sneaking peeks at my bush and bare behind as I shampooed my hair.

"Here let me scrub your back," she offered.  She poured some body soap on her hand, and then rubbed it into my bare back, using a wash cloth to scrub.  It felt good ? warm, soft... sensual even.  When I was all clean, we traded places.  My nipples brushed against hers, as we swung around past each other, sending shivers up my spine.  She was kind of grinning to herself, excited by our naughtiness I guess.  To be completely honest, I felt a bit excited myself.

Coming out of the bath, I suddenly realized we'd only brought over one bath towel.  I smiled wanly, handing it to her, while looking down at my still wet body.  Shivering, I opened the bathroom door a crack, trying to tell if any of my host family had come upstairs.

"I dare you to run across to your room naked, and get one," Miori joked.

"No, better not.  Brandon could be out there," I frowned.

"If you tell me where they are, I'll go," she teased.

"There are some big towels in the hall closet," I teased back not really expecting her to go through with it.  The closet was right across from Brandon's room.  She handed me the towel, and then opened the door, listening to see if Brandon was in his room.  His door was wide open, but it was awfully quiet.  I tried to convince her to take the towel with her, but before I could stop her, Miori had scooted out - buck naked - into the hall, and opened the closet door.  I was gesturing frantically towards Brandon's room, but Miori just peeked in, pursing her lips mischievously, not telling me if he was there or not.  She fished out a big towel, and then trotted back to my room.  I wrapped my towel around me, and scooted across.

"Was he there?" I asked, following her into my room.

"Why don't you go take a look yourself?"

I shook my head no, not wanting to mess with my host family.  Brandon actually knew a little of my tendencies, but I didn't want to get in any more trouble than I already had.

"I'll go with you," she offered.  I really didn't want to, but Miori was all excited about the idea, so I finally gave in, and agreed.  She pulled on her towel, and the two of us tiptoed out into the hall to peek into Brandon's room.  I was so relieved to find that he wasn't there.  Miori must have known that right from the start.  She waltzed into his room, and picked up his Wii console.

"Do you want to have a game?" she grinned, squinting a bit, nervous.  I was pretty sure that both Brandon and Loretta were home.  I could hear the TV on downstairs, so he was probably down there.  I wasn't so keen on playing games with Miori in his room in just our towels.  I guess it wouldn't be that strange even if he saw us, but the problem was more that the idea was getting me all excited.  Miori turned on the TV and the Wii, and handed me the other remote.

She sat down on the edge of his bed, and soon the game started.  I had to hold the knot in my towel to keep it from coming undone, but Miori just barely caught her towel as it unraveled.  She eyed the door nervously, but it sounded pretty quiet downstairs, so she eventually let the towel fall, sitting there with her pert little breasts exposed.  When our game finished, she got up to fiddle with the game box, leaving her towel behind her on the bed.  She squatted there arching her back seductively obviously quite thrilled to be naked in Brandon's room.

"Miori!" I whispered urgently.  "He's right downstairs!"

"We'll hear him if he comes up," she reassured me.  She came back to the bed, playing the next game naked, but soon started swatting at the knot in my towel wanting me to get naked too.  I shooed her away, but eventually let her knock my towel open.  Despite myself, I was getting so excited sitting here naked in Brandon's room knowing he was right downstairs.

Miori looked positively ecstatic.  She stuck her little tongue out, and licked her pert little lips, still trying to win the game, doubtless aware that I was watching her.  She lay sprawled out face down on his bed, with her legs spread wide almost as if she wanted Brandon to come and see.  I was trying not to look, but I couldn't help but notice her pussy.  Her pussy lips were glistening wet, forming a cute little sideways mouth surrounded by her sleek black pubic hair.  She gave out a yelp of delight as she won our tennis game.  She grinned back at me obviously really enjoying all this.

"Had enough?" she taunted.

"I wasn't even paying attention.  If I try hard, I could whip your ass," I boasted, choking on that last word, trying hard not to look at her bare backside.

"You wouldn't dare!" she retorted coyly covering her rear with her hand almost as if she wanted me to spank her.  Giddily, I pushed her hand away, and swatted her one square on the behind, her soft cheeks jiggling from the reverb.

"Noooo!" she squealed as I swatted her again, climbing up on top of her, the two of us giggling away like crazy.  My heart almost skipped a beat when suddenly, we heard a voice call up from downstairs.

"What are you two girls up to?"  It was my host mom Loretta who must have heard us laughing.  I scanned around for my towel, but it must have fallen on the floor in the commotion.  Miori gazed back at me all panicked now, partly because I had her pinned to the bed.  Despite myself, with Miori's naked body pressed against mine, I was getting more than a little excited.

Loretta's voice pulled me out of my daydream, and I finally managed to get enough of a grip to get up off the frantic Miori, and go to the door.

"Nothing.  Nothing," I called down the stairs.  "We're just playing some video games."

"Well, settle down now.  I don't want any roughhousing in the house."

Miori rolled over to face me on the bed, covering her mouth to keep from laughing.  Her eyes were positively glowing, as she savored the whole naughtiness of what we were doing.  Still naked and nervous, I shut down the Wii, and pulled Miori up off the bed before Brandon could come up.  We hurriedly picked up our towels, and hung at the door for a moment trying to hear if anyone was coming upstairs.  We made it back to my room alright, and lay down on the bed.  My heart was still pounding away from the excitement.

"You are a naughty girl.  Do you know that?" I chastised.

"What about you at the beach today?  I was the one who wanted to put our towels back on."

The two of us lay there - still naked - but soon I heard someone coming upstairs, so I got up, and pushed the door to, so they wouldn't see us.  We continued to lie there listening as Loretta, Jennifer and Brandon came up, and got ready for bed.

Before long, Miori had drifted off to sleep, her pert little breasts rising and falling as she breathed.  She must have been so tired from the jet lag and all.  I wanted to go brush my teeth, so I pulled on a longish t-shirt, and dashed across to the bathroom.  I felt a bit guilty for having fooled around in Brandon's room like that, but I was happy that we'd managed to get away with it.  After brushing my teeth, I turned off the light in my room, and tucked myself into bed.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/