Japanese Bottoms
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more about me, my friends and the background to this post, please check out my home page at:
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At the beginning of the new term, my friend Satomi told me about a class she was planning on taking: physical anthropology.  I went to the first few classes with her.  It was kind of interesting, but the course didn't really fit in with my program, so I ended up not enrolling.  I still liked it though, so I stopped by now and then, just to sit in, and listen to the prof.  In one class I remember, he was talking about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world.  A lot of it was kind of technical, talking about genes and blood types, but he did talk a little about how anthropologists look at traits, like skin color or body shape, to try to tell where someone is from.  I just kind of sat there, and took it all in, but didn't really think much about it at the time.

After class, I dragged Satomi off to the fitness center to go swimming.  After we'd swum around for a while, we got out, and had a shower.  In the girl's locker room, Satomi just kind of sat there, drying herself off and looking around at the other girls, mostly Americans that day.  I could tell she was mulling something over, as she looked at them and then down at her own body.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We look so different."

"What do you mean?"

"From them," she said sadly pointing over toward these two blonde American girls standing there proudly brushing out their hair.

"Well of course we look different... but that's not such a bad thing, is it?"

"I don't know.  American girls are all so tall and curvy.  Japanese are just so frumpy, so blah."

"Oh come on, Satomi.  You're being silly.  You're at least as good-looking as those girls.  We each have our own strong points."

"No, no, but I mean it's like the prof said.  Each area of the world has its own body shape.  California girls are blonde with long legs and big busts, and Japanese are so..."

"Satomi!"  I could kind of guess why she going on like this.  Part of it was that her current flame Hiro was leaving to go home to Japan soon.  It seemed like Satomi never had much luck with guys.  Even though she and Hiro were pretty close, they still weren't really an item or anything.

"I mean look at our hips.  Japanese bottoms are so saggy.  Even Chinese or Koreans have better bottoms than us."

"Satomi!"

I guess she could tell I was upset, 'cause she quietened down again.  Of course, I was a bit jealous of the American girls too.  Whenever we went to the beach, my boyfriend Ryosuke was always staring at all these tanned beach blondes, but I didn't feel inferior to them really.  Ryosuke and a lot of other guys too seemed to like the way I looked.  Still, what she said though got me thinking.  I walked over to the sinks, and looked at myself in the mirror.  I don't have a 'saggy bottom.'  I have a nice bottom.  Ryosuke often told me so.

Anyway, we finally got dressed, and I headed home.  On the bus, I found myself looking at all the other girls who got on, checking out their body shapes, and comparing them to my own.  Could it be true?  I'd seen the way Ryosuke looked at other girls.  Did they really have something I didn't?

After that, I would have forgotten about the whole thing except for what happened in my one of my tutorials soon after.  The class didn't start for another half an hour, but I had time on my hands, so I went to class early.  There were two American guys there, Brad and Luke, handsome I guess, but not my type really.  As I came in, I overheard them talking about this one blonde girl and how hot she was.

"Did you see Candy in the cafe earlier?  Wow!  What a knockout!"

"Yeah, jeez I'd really like to bop her."

I cleared my throat, and they went quiet as I walked in.  Brad sneered over at me like I was some chewed-up slice of pizza.  Before long though, he leaned over, gesturing towards me whispering something to Luke, and they both laughed.

"What?  What are you laughing about?" I asked irritated.

"Oh nothing, Emi."

"Oh come on, guys.  What?"

"It's nothing.  Honest."

"I know what it is.  I heard you.  You were all on about Candy, weren't you?"

They went quiet eyeing me cautiously.

"I don't know why you guys are so hung up on blondes.  Don't you like Japanese girls?" I whispered, even more sensitive after this whole argument with Satomi.

"Sorry, Emi," Luke said.  "We didn't think anyone was listening."

"No, that's alright.  I want to know what you think, your honest opinion.  You prefer blondes, right?"

They both kind of eyed me edgily not sure what to say.

"Is it their bodies?" I persisted.

"That's part of it," Brad nodded.

"What about Japanese girls?  Don't you think we have nice bodies too?"  I was dressed pretty plainly that day in just jeans and a white t-shirt, but I sat up straight pulling back my shoulders to highlight my breasts.  They looked me over, but I could tell they still preferred this blonde, Candy.

"No, you look fine.  It's just that..."  Luke's face went pale, as he tried to think of how to phrase it without hurting my feelings.  Before we could finish, some other students drifted in, so we had to stop.  I sat through the whole class brooding, and even when it was over, Brad and Luke just hightailed it out of there not even bothering to say goodbye.  I was fuming.

That night when I got home, Brandon, my host mom's son, was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Where's your mom and Jennifer?" I asked him.  Jennifer is Brandon's sister.

"I don't know," he shrugged.  "Upstairs, I guess,"

I ran upstairs, but it looked like they had both gone to bed.  I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of track pants, and came back down.  Brandon was sitting on the couch, so I stretched out, and lay down on the rug.

"What are you watching?" I asked.

"I don't know.  Some dorky car chase show."

"Do you mind if I change the channel?"

"Go ahead."

I got up on all fours, and crawled over to the TV, scrolling through the channels.  When I finally found something I liked, I looked back at Brandon.  Quite clearly he'd been staring at my rear end.  I looked down, and realized I was wearing my low rise track pants, which never quite stay up at the back.  I pulled them up to cover the crack of my bottom, but while I was crawling back to the foot of the couch, they just fell back down again.

"What did you do today?" he asked peering over at me curiously.

"I had a Cinema Studies tutorial, and dropped by to see Satomi.  Now she's all on about body shapes."

"Huh?"

"She says Japanese have saggy bottoms," I shrugged trying to seem blase about the whole thing.

"Ah," he said, nodding.

"What?  Do you think so too?"

"I don't know.  I've never seen one."

"You've seen me naked!" I protested, upset that he didn't remember.  As embarrassing as it is to admit, he'd caught me running around the house naked a couple times.

"Not recently!"

We sat there in awkward silence for a while, not knowing what to say.  I knew I should just let it drop, but I was getting butterflies in my tummy.  I just couldn't let it go.

"If I show you, will you tell me if you think it's saggy or not?" I finally asked.  Brandon opened his eyes wide in shock.

"K," he breathed, his voice all hoarse from the excitement.  Brandon was so cute, like a little kid almost.  He must have been at least seventeen by then, but as far as I knew, he'd never had a girlfriend.  I knew I shouldn't tease him this way, but it was just so hard to resist.  I got up on my knees, and looked back at him watching his expression.  He was almost going cross-eyed with anticipation.  Young boys!

Ever so slowly, I pushed the waistband down exposing more and more of the soft white flesh of my rear.  He shifted in his seat trying to hide his mounting erection.  I know this is horrible, but I was starting to feel wet myself.  I stopped when the waistband reached my thighs, and stuck my rear out a bit to give him a better look.

"Well?" I asked.

"Jeez, Emi.  I uh..."  It looked like he was so overcome with emotion he could hardly speak.  Suddenly, we heard Loretta or someone rattling around upstairs.  I grabbed my track pants, and pulled them back up.  I certainly didn't want Loretta to know I'd been flashing her son.

"Anyway," I smiled.  "I'll take that as a vote in favor of Japanese rears."

Brandon continued to stare at me, so soon I beat a retreat up to my own room.  I wasn't sure why I had done that, but it was kind of fun seeing his reaction.  He always gets so flustered.  I guess we all go through a stage like that, but it was kind of funny.

Not long after that, I went over to visit Asuna, Ryosuke's cousin and one of my best friends in Oceanview.  She's a bit younger than Satomi and I, more petite and perhaps a bit naive when it comes to the ways of the world, but she has a healthy curiosity.  Asuna greeted me at the door as carefree and bubbly as ever.

"Hey Emi.  You made it!  Come on in," she gushed.  I followed her into the dining room, and we sat at the table by the big floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out at the patio.  One of her roommates, Sandra, was making something in the kitchen with her handsome boyfriend Craig.  I eyed him cautiously, and he nodded a bit apologetically.  I'd had a few run-ins with Craig.  He kept walking in on me whenever I was taking a shower or getting changed, and one night I'd caught him spying on me while I was asleep.  I continued to watch him carefully, while Asuna nattered away.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked cheerily.

"Yeah, do you have any barley tea?" I replied.

"Yeah, sure I'll make some," she offered heading into the kitchen.  Sandra headed back off to her room to get something, leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen with Craig.  Craig flashed me a grin, but when I frowned, he went back to minding his own business.  "So what's new anyway?" Asuna asked me.

"Last week, I sat in on Satomi's anthro class, and now she's all on about body shapes," I babbled away, all nervous with Craig there.  Asuna filled the kettle, and then turned it on waiting for it to boil.  "She says Japanese bottoms are saggy."

"You two!  Is that all you ever talk about?" she snorted.  Craig glanced down at my jeans and then over at Asuna's looser fitting track pants.  Noting his interest, I just couldn't resist the temptation to ask.

"What do you think, Craig?"

"I wouldn't know," he responded coolly.

He'd seen me naked too, so I knew this was an out and out lie, but it looked to me like he was regretting our last encounter in particular.  Probably Sandra had chewed him out for being such a bad boy, and now he was trying to reform.  Unable to contain my curiosity though, I persisted.

"Surely you must have some opinion."

Asuna opened the cupboard looking around for the tea bags.  They seemed to be up on the top shelf, so Asuna got way up on her tiptoes to reach.  It honestly looked like Craig was trying to be a good boy, but it was hard to ignore Asuna's cute little bottom stuck up in the air the way it was, the crack of her buttocks peeking out from above the waistband.

"Do you need some help?" I offered, biting my lip as I struggled to keep a straight face.  Ryosuke had showed me a college prank, 'pantsing' he called it, where you run up, and pull someone's track pants down.  I'd kind of got angry at him the few times he'd done it to me, but now faced with the same target, I understood the temptation.  I shot Craig an evil grin, and nodded for him to go ahead, and pull them down.  He shook his head, but I just couldn't let the chance pass.

As poor Asuna tottered on her tiptoes struggling to reach the tea, I grabbed the sides of her track pants, and pulled down with all my might.  To my great surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and so soon the two of us were staring dumbstruck at Asuna's cute little bare behind.

"Kya!  What are you doing?" she shrieked in absolute shock.  She bent down to pull her pants back up, but I held them tight around her ankles, waiting for Craig to tell me what he thought of Japanese rears.  "Emi!  Let go!"

Craig didn't really have to say anything, but you could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he found Asuna's compact little rear arousing to say the least.  I finally let go, letting Asuna pull her up pants.

"What did you do that for?"

"I told you.  I was just trying to find out what Craig thought about Japanese rear ends."

"Emi!"

"It's no big deal.  I can show you mine if you want."

Asuna looked even more shocked, but Craig was nodding eagerly for me to hurry before Sandra came back.  Caught up in my own foolish daring, I pulled open my belt, undid my zipper, and yanked my jeans and panties down showing them my own bare behind.  Craig seemed no less impressed with my rear, and I was suddenly starting to feel very horny flashing them in broad daylight.  I noticed a bit too late that there were people walking by in the courtyard outside, and they must have spotted me because they stopped to gawk.  My sense of embarrassment returning, I covered my pussy with my hand, but continued to stand there for a minute or two all excited.

We could hear Sandra coming back though, so I quickly pulled my panties and jeans up, and did them back up.  I guess she could tell from the look of wonder on Craig's face that something had happened, but none of the three of us were about to tell her what.  Craig continued to gawk at me while we drank our tea, but soon I began to feel a wave of regret.  We moved to Asuna's room, where she bawled me out, but I had this sneaking suspicion that she had kind of enjoyed flashing him too.  She was Ryosuke's cousin after all.  It must run in his family.

The real problem of course wasn't Asuna at all, but rather Satomi.  How was I going to convince her that her body was at least as sexy as any western girl?  Then, one night after class, I stopped by at her dorm.  She was sitting in the lounge watching TV with our Italian friend Sarah, Natasha from France and this other new girl Ji-Hyun from Korea.  I went in, and sat down, and they were all watching what their dorm mate Ricardo described as a "chick flick."  Satomi was squinting her eyes and biting her nails, I guess because the movie had more of these tall blonde California girls that she had become so jealous of.  I decided to ask the others.

"In anthro the other day, the prof was saying like how people from different countries have different body types."

Sarah and Natasha looked at me curiously, but they didn't really respond right away.

"And then Satomi was like saying that Japanese have saggy bottoms.  Do you think so?"

"I don't know," Sarah laughed.  "You think we check these things?"

"No, I'm like serious.  What do you think?"  I stood up, and turned my back to them to show them my rear.

"Oh Emi," Natasha guffawed.

"No, no, tell me what you think."

"Looks fine to me," Natasha told me, still trying to watch the movie.

"I can't tell," Sarah said, playing along with the joke.  "Your shorts are too baggy."

I glanced over at Ji-Hyun trying to figure out what she was making of all of this.  I knew Sarah and Natasha fairly well by then.  We often went swimming together, and one time we'd gotten naked in the pool sauna together.  I'd seen Ji-Hyun around, and she'd usually say hi, but I hadn't really talked to her much.  She was just kind of sitting there wide-eyed and curious.  I decided to go for it.  A shiver ran up my spine as right there in the middle of the lounge, I pulled down my shorts and panties showing them my bare behind.  I glanced out the window hoping no one was wandering by this time.  Satomi got up to stop me, but I held her back till the others had had time to react.  Sarah was killing herself laughing, while Ji-Hyun looked absolutely scandalized.

"Well, is it saggy?" I asked.  Satomi was pushing me though, and soon I lost my balance, and fell on the carpet.  Sheepishly, I pulled up my shorts, and got back up into my chair.  Sarah couldn't stop laughing, but eventually, she said,

"It looks fine.  I think Satomi is just teasing you."

"No!" Satomi protested.  "I'm serious.  Japanese bottoms are different from other people's."

"Satomi, maybe it's just yours that's different," Natasha taunted, obviously thinking the whole idea was silly.  Satomi glared at her, all upset now.  I knew Satomi's bottom wasn't any saggier than mine was.  Our masseur at the spa had seen it, and Ryosuke, and they both seemed suitably impressed.  Still, since she was being so stubborn about it, I couldn't resist the temptation to tease her.  I grabbed Satomi around the waist, and called for Sarah to come over, and pull down Satomi's shorts.  Satomi was kicking and screaming like anything, and Ji-Hyun was having a freak attack, but Sarah just sat there killing herself laughing.

"Emi!  Leave her alone!  Can't you see she's sensitive?" Natasha warned me.  Unable to give up so easily, I finally got a hold of Satomi's waistband, and pulled her bottoms down myself.  Just as I remembered, Satomi's backside wasn't 'saggy' at all.  A little bit on the pudgy side maybe, but it had a sexy roundness, and the way she was tensing it, you could tell she had quite good muscle tone from all the times I'd dragged her swimming with me.  There was a little dimple right where her crack ended and a few strands of pubic hair sticking out erotically from between her legs.

"No sag here," I mocked, giving her a playful little spank on the behind.  I finally let her go, and she stood back up pulling up her shorts.

"No, but I mean it looks different from western behinds, heavier, more bottom heavy," Satomi went on, wiping the hair out of her eyes.  I'd never even thought of that before, but by keeping on like this, she'd managed to peak my curiosity.

"So what do western bottoms look like?" I called over.

"What?  You want us to show you?" Sarah giggled.

"Yeah.  Do you have a camera or something?  Maybe we could take pictures and compare.  Satomi could hand it in as an essay for her class.  Western versus Japanese posteriors!" I joked.  Natasha guffawed, finding the whole idea ludicrous.  The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea.  "No, I'm serious.  Do you have a camera?"

"Oh, Emi," Sarah laughed.

"We don't have to do it here.  Some place private.  No one would ever have to know."

Sarah looked like she might be willing, but Natasha looked doubtful.

"I know!  Tomorrow why don't you guys come over with us to the swimming pool?  We could do it in the change room."

Sarah nodded, and eventually, Natasha gave in too.  Ji-Hyun wouldn't even answer, but I could tell she was kind of curious.  She was an exchange student, hadn't been here that long, and I guess people don't really do these things in Korea.

The next day, mid-afternoon, I went into Satomi's dorm.  Sarah had her door open with music blaring, but she was more or less ready.  Satomi came to her door when I knocked.  She kept saying how silly the whole idea was, but she had her swimsuit and stuff already packed into her bag.  It took a bit more convincing to get Natasha and Ji-Hyun to come with us, but they finally got ready, and came out to meet us.  Everyone was kind of quiet on the way over, a bit nervous I guess.

There were a few American girls in the locker room, but it wasn't that crowded.  We chose one of the empty aisles, and set our stuff down on the bench.  I got out my camera, and set it down next to my bag.  Sarah and Natasha were acting like this all was no big deal, but Ji-Hyun was peering around nervously eyes wide.  We all got undressed, and stood there naked trying to figure out how to do this.  Ji-Hyun was holding a towel in front of her to hide her pussy.  The aisle was a bit too narrow for the four of them to line up, so I just went around behind, and took pictures of each one, starting with Satomi.

I'd seen Satomi naked quite a few times, so her bottom was really no surprise.  She was a bit bottom heavy as she said, but I think that's what made it look so sexy.  Sarah was next.  She is very young and extremely tall and slender, especially for an Italian girl.  Her figure always reminded me of one of those roman statues, the Venus de Milo or something.  Even so, I still preferred Satomi's figure.  Sarah was almost too thin, like one of those runway supermodels.  Natasha posed next.  Her bottom was very white and curvy, the ideal figure in some ways, but I still thought Satomi's or my own looked sexier.

Even when it was Ji-Hyun's turn, she kept turning to face me, embarrassed I guess to show us hers.  We finally got her to hold still long enough for me to take a picture.  She had slender hips, but her skin looked so soft, and peeking out from beneath her buttocks cheeks you could see this little tuft of pitch black pubic hair.

"You look like a Japanese," I laughed.

Unfortunately, she didn't really take this as a compliment, and stalked off to the showers.  The rest of us scrolled through the pictures commenting on whose we thought was better.  It soon became obvious even to Satomi that it was all a matter of personal taste.  None of us were best just different.

"Next, let me take a picture of everyone's pussies," I suggested, but Satomi gave out such a laugh.  "OK, maybe next time," I giggled.

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