Sleepovers in Japan
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my home page at:
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When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview, I'd found out that she didn't really seem to like wearing pajamas to bed.  She hadn't brought any with her, and even though I live with an American family, she didn't seem so keen on putting any on.  Up until then, I'd only very rarely slept in the nude, but the next summer when I went back to Japan, her habit was definitely on my mind.  It was really hot out, and to tell you the truth, I don't like wearing pajamas much myself.  Almost from the first night, I slept naked with all my windows open, but the door shut, so my mom and dad wouldn't see.

That first morning, I heard my mom rattling around in the kitchen downstairs, so I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed a t-shirt, and nipped down to have a quick shower.  When I was done, I toweled off, pulled the t-shirt on, and started doing my make-up.  My dad was getting ready too, so soon in the mirror, I saw him appear at the door behind me.  His eyes wandered down to my bare behind, which wasn't quite covered by the short t-shirt I was wearing.  At first, he didn't say anything, but I made no effort to cover up, leaning forward slightly.

"You should get dressed," he warned me sternly.  He glared at me quite seriously, but for some reason by then, my pussy had started tingling.  Trying to make the feeling go away, I spread my legs, and arched my back, but this just made the feeling worse.

"You've seen me naked before," I told him, turning back to my make-up in an effort to think of something else.

"Not lately," he mused wistfully, craning his neck to get a better look.  As is common in Japan, when I was a little girl, my dad and I used to bathe together until my pubic hair started to come in, and the whole thing became too embarrassing.  Still, he was acting so weird.  I'd always pictured my dad as this staid conservative salaryman, but here he was ogling my bare behind like some kind of schoolboy.  Legs still spread, I leaned even further over the sink, my hello kitty tingling even more.  It's hard to explain why I was getting so excited.  It was just my dad after all.  But even so...

"Where are you going all made up like that?" he asked obviously disapproving.

"I'm just going up to Tokyo to meet a friend."  The friend of course was my boyfriend Ryosuke, but I thought I'd better not to tell him that.  My dad continued to hover there behind me for the longest time, a frown on his face, but his eyes planted firmly on my rear.

"How do I look?" I asked turning to face him.  I was actually asking about my make-up, but for some reason, his eyes wandered down to my thick black pubic hair.  Covering my bush with my hand, I slapped his shoulder.

"Daddy!" I squealed, all embarrassed now.

"You look fine.  You've grown up into quite a pretty young woman," he informed me matter-of-factly.  I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he started to blush.  "But whatever you do, don't let your mother see you running around like that," he told me.  "She wouldn't like it."

A bit disappointed that he had turned so strict, I stuck my lips out in a pout, and turned back to the mirror.

"Yes daddy.  I guess you want to use the sink here, do you?" I asked finishing up.  I slid around past him switching places, and then paused at the door to give him one last look at my pussy.  He was too embarrassed to look though, so I nipped off into the dining room, and grabbed a piece of toast off the table.  My older sister Norika looked down amused at my bare pussy, but I just grinned back, and then ran upstairs before my mom came.

I got dressed, and headed up to Tokyo to go shopping with Ryosuke.  We wandered around Shibuya and Harajuku checking out the latest fashions and seeing what all had changed since last I was there.  We had supper together, but we were both pretty jet-lagged, so we ended up going back home early.  I slept in the buff again that night.

The next morning when I woke up, I could hear my mom downstairs again fixing breakfast.  I wanted to check my email, so I pulled on a t-shirt, and scooted over to the den, where my dad keeps his laptop.  I felt a bit naughty sitting there in his chair bottomless as the computer started up.  I pulled at my pubic hair with my fingers, straightening it out and wondering if I needed to trim it.  Soon the computer was ready.  Ryosuke wasn't online, but I signed in to my email, and read it over.  Soon, coming from behind, I heard an

"Oh!" of surprise.  I turned to look, and it was my dad shocked I guess to see me bottomless again.  I ran my fingers across the cheek of my bottom confirming that he could see it below the short hem of my t-shirt.

"I was just checking my mail," I explained, embarrassed to be caught half-naked two days in a row.  He came in closer staring at the screen to see who I was writing to.  I covered the screen with my hands, but he just shifted his gaze down to my pubic hair.

"You don't run around like that in California, do you?" he asked, concerned.  Covering my pussy with my hand, I looked up at him, a bit nervous.

"No," I answered uncertainly.  My host mom Loretta's son, Brandon, had caught me naked a couple of times, but I was pretty sure Loretta didn't know.  I pulled my legs together all nervous under his gaze.

"I know you are a young lady now, and going through changes, but you should try to be more careful.  You never know who may be watching."

I nodded solemnly, but he would have been a lot more convincing if he hadn't been staring so intently at my bare behind.

"Do you want to use the computer?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"You can finish your mail if you want," he offered, a faint smile on his lips.

"That's OK.  I'll work on it later."  I clicked cancel, and logged out, standing up my legs spread.  Dad seemed quite taken with my bare bottom.

"You look a bit like your mom when she was younger," he smiled naughtily.

"Daddy!" I chided slapping him on the shoulder as I left.  I quickly rushed back to my room, and pulled on some shorts before going downstairs to get ready.

Soon, after that, I called up Miori, the high school girl whom I met at a Shinto festival a year or two before.  She's become one of my closest friends, and even when we're apart, we write back and forth often.  She'd been so inspired by my stories of my life in California that lately she'd been talking about coming here herself.  I'd been to her place in eastern Tokyo - her dad runs a kimono shop - but she'd never been down here to see us in Kamakura, so when I was back, I invited her to come down, and sleep over.  We picked her up at the station, and she was all excited to see me, giving me a big hug when I came up.  In the car, she jabbered away asking all these questions about what it was like to live in the States.  My dad didn't say too much, but he peered over at her, obviously amused by her girlish bubbliness.

After supper, my family all disappeared off to other rooms, leaving Miori and I at the dining table to talk.  She had a whole bunch of stories she wanted to tell me, but whatever it was, it was too sensitive to tell with my family buzzing around.  Eventually, my mom came back to tell us the bath was all ready.  Miori followed me into the bath area, and was all laughing and joking as we got undressed.  When I first met her, she'd seemed quite a shy girl, but now it seemed she'd grown into a vivacious young woman, quite sure of herself and her appeal.  She looked down at my naked body with this twinkle in her eye, almost like a boy, as if she liked what she saw.

Soon, I realized we needed some fresh washcloths and towels.  I called for my mom, but Dad shouted back from the living room that she'd gone upstairs.  Perhaps a bit infected by Miori's giddiness, I quickly dashed out - still naked - into the dining room to fetch the towels myself.  Dad was sitting there watching TV in the next room, but the door was open, so he saw me come out, and streak across the room.  Miori was so worked up though I guess she didn't really stop to think what was going on.  She came out to the door between kitchen and the dining room, and stood right where my dad could see her in her birthday suit.  Only slowly did she notice that he was staring right at her.

Miori is pretty well developed for her age.  She's thinner than I am and more petit, but her breasts bulge out quite noticeably above her rib cage.  She's got creamy white skin, and her black pubic hair looks neatly trimmed.  In any case, my dad's eyes were bugging way out as he looked her up and down.  I guess it's not every day he gets to see one of my friends naked.

"Ohmigod!" Miori yelped covering her mouth, backing up into the kitchen.  I grabbed the towels, and shot Dad a look as I headed back to the bath.  He sat straight up, and was craning his head to see if he could catch another glimpse of Miori.

"Sorry," she blurted out.  "I didn't realize.  I mean I thought..."

"That's OK.  It was my fault I guess.  I should have warned you."

Miori's cheeks were blushing bright red with embarrassment.  She'd told me about some pretty wild things she'd done on her school trip, but I guess she hadn't really expected to flash my dad.  I kept on apologizing, but in a way, it was kind of funny, especially considering that he'd caught me naked too a couple of times lately.

Anyway, we went back into the bath, but you could tell she was so embarrassed and perhaps a bit excited too.  In no time, she was all laughing about it as if it was no big deal.  She was starting to remind me more and more of myself.  I was so glad to have found a friend like this.

Eventually, we dried off, and changed into our nighties.  I was going to lay a futon out on my floor, but Miori asked if it would be OK if we slept in the same bed.  I said alright, and that night, we stayed up late, talking about all kinds of things.  Miori told me more about Keisuke, my boyfriend's younger brother, and their class trip to Nagano.  He sounded kind of shyer than I would have expected.  I guess he is still young.  I teased her a bit that maybe he liked her, but she just grinned at me, and laughed.  Anyway, it sounded like they weren't really at that stage yet.  That would be kind of funny if Miori and I ended up dating brothers.  We could get together, and compare notes.

The next morning, Miori and I got up, and had breakfast with my mom and dad and Norika.  Dad had this sly grin on his face, obviously still remembering what Miori looked like naked, but Miori didn't seem too worried.  She'd just laughed the whole thing off.

Not long after that one of my oldest friends, Michiyo Kotani, invited me over to her house.  Michiyo and I went to high school together, and meeting her always reminds me of that time.  While all the rest of her class had grown up a lot lately, it seemed like Michiyo hadn't changed much.  She was a cute girl.  A lot of guys liked her in high school, but her romances never seemed to work out, partly because of her strict parents, but also because of her own shyness.  She did have a zaniness about her that I loved, but she didn't show it to many people.

Back in high school, she used to invite me over to her house for supper and stuff, and I got to know her family pretty well.  Like Michiyo, her dad was pretty quiet most of the time, but every once in a while, he'd slip in a very subtle joke, and catch you off guard.  Michiyo's younger brother, Naoto, was pretty shy too.

When I got there, Naoto had gone out somewhere, but we had supper with her parents.  Her mom is a really good cook, and it was delicious.  After supper, we sat around the supper table, while Michiyo and her mom filled me in on what Kiyomi, Naoya and our other old classmates had been up to.  It seemed like everyone was changing, starting new things.

Eventually, Michiyo's mom excused herself, and disappeared off into the back to get ready for bed.  We moved to the living room, and sat with her father.  Soon, Michiyo's mom came out, and said that the bath was ready.  Michiyo showed me where the bath was, but she didn't seem too interested in bathing together.  I quickly got undressed, had a shower, and then soaked in the warm tub for a bit.  Once I was done, I got back out, and wrapped a towel around myself calling for Michiyo to come in next.  She came in, but there wasn't really room for the two of us, so I grabbed my bag, and moved out into the hallway to dry off.

In the living room, Michiyo's dad was still watching TV.  In just my towel, I wasn't really decent, so I squatted down, and fished out a t-shirt to pull on.  On TV though, I heard this cool song playing.  I quickly pulled the t-shirt on over my head, took off the towel, and pulled down the hem of the t-shirt to cover my still damp pussy.  Curious about the song though, I moved closer to the door to watch.  Michiyo's dad looked up.  I nodded, but embarrassed I kind of hid around the corner just out of view.  In the back of my mind though, I was remembering how my dad had ended up seeing Miori naked, and how she just laughed it off.  I admired her daring.

"What's this program?" I asked, peeking my head around the corner.

"Music Station," he answered calmly.

"Are these guys famous?"

"They're fairly new I guess.  I haven't really been following."

Folding the towel over my arms in front of me, I cautiously stepped forward into the doorway.  He didn't look up, but to tell you the truth, my pussy was already starting to tingle.  I guess I should have pulled on some panties or something, but I was getting too excited to worry about that now.  Pretending to be enwrapped in the song, I slowly moved forward, the hem of my t-shirt floating dangerously high around the curves of my bare behind.

He still didn't look up, so I was starting to feel even more daring.  The hair on my head was still dripping wet, so I backed up into the hall, lifted the towel up, and started drying it.  I guess I knew this would happen, but lifting my arms pulled the t-shirt way up, exposing my pussy.

"So Emi, how is your school coming these days?" Mr. Kotani called into the hallway still just out of view.  I lowered my arms, and cautiously tiptoed over to the door.

"OK, I guess, Mr. Kotani."

"So your English must be getting pretty good by now with all this time your spending in the States."

"I still have a lot to learn."

"Come on in, and sit down," he suggested, pointing to the sofa.  I pulled my t-shirt down as far as it would go, daintily tiptoed past him, and plopped my bare behind down on the sofa at the other end from where he was sitting.  They had a throw on top, and the feeling of the soft fur between my legs was tickling my most sensitive place.  I tensed as he looked over at me, and then, he motioned for me to sit at his feet.

"Here.  I'll help you dry your hair."

Not wanting to seem impolite, I did as he said, but as my bottom touched down, I could feel the plush carpet directly on my bare skin.  Worse the feeling was getting me all excited.  Mr. Kotani took the towel from me, and proceeded to fluff out my hair drying it off with vigorous strokes.

"I haven't seen Japanese TV for ages," I bubbled, all excited.  Soon, I heard the rattle of keys in the front door.  Oh god!  That's probably Naoto, Michiyo's kid brother back from outside.  I pulled my legs close together crossing my ankles in front of my naked pussy.  Naoto came in, said hi to his dad, and peered down at me curiously.

"Emi, what are you doing here?"

I was so nervous I couldn't answer at first, but then I realized he was probably just wondering why I was at their house.

"Michiyo invited me to stay over."

"Oh," he said, nodding as he set down his bag on the living room floor.  He went off into the kitchen, so I quickly peered down at my pussy trying to make sure that everything was covered.  Mr. Kotani continued to dry my hair, apparently not realizing that I was naked from the waist down.

Naoto came back in, so I quickly re-crossed my ankles, but he immediately noticed, and started staring down at my crotch.  I sat there still for the longest time doing my best to keep my pussy covered, but I wanted so much to stretch my legs.  Eventually, Michiyo came back out in her pajamas, giving me an excuse to ask for my towel back.

"Thanks, Mr. Kotani.  I think it's almost dry," I told him, taking the towel from him.

"I guess I'll turn in.  You kids have a good night," he said smiling as he left.  Naoto was still staring at me pretty intently making it hard to pull the towel on.

"Emi, do you want me to lend you some pajamas?" Michiyo asked, a bit nervous I guess at my scanty attire.

"I'm OK for now.  I want to finish drying my hair first," I explained, surprised at myself for having the nerve to say this.  "But, can you turn down the lights?  It's kind of bright in here."

Michiyo did as I asked, and then disappeared off into the kitchen.  In the dimmer light, I finally managed to pull the towel around to cover my pussy, and stretched out lying face down on the carpet, realizing too late that raising my arms had pulled my t-shirt way up exposing my bare bottom.

Naoto glanced over, squinting his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.  I just lay there, frozen, unsure what to do.  I did my best to pretend nothing was wrong, but my face was flushing all hot, and my pulse racing.  I slowly pulled the towel out from under me, toying with the idea of covering up, but to tell you the truth, I was actually enjoying teasing shy little Naoto with his sister right next door.  He had the funniest expression on his face, like he wanted to look down at my hips, but didn't dare.  He kept his eyes on the TV for as long as he could manage, but eventually, they drifted over to my round little bottom.  I tried my best not to let on, but I was getting so excited it wasn't even funny.

I could hear Michiyo coming back though, so I quickly pulled the towel taut, and lay it across my bare behind.  Naoto looked mighty disappointed.

"Here, I'm just going to run upstairs, and see if I can find some decent pj's for you," Michiyo told me.  "Maybe you'd better turn the TV down now that dad's gone to sleep."  She disappeared off back upstairs leaving me alone with Naoto.  He didn't say anything, didn't even move in the dim light of the flickering TV.

"How do you turn it down?" I finally asked.

"The remote's on the coffee table," he answered calmly.  I gathered the towel around my hips, crawled over on all fours to the table, picking up the remote to try to turn the volume down.

"It's not working!" I told him nervously.  He pointed to the TV/DVD switch on the side.

"You have to flick that to TV," he informed me.  Letting go of my towel, I toggled the switch, and tried again.  My towel floated to the floor, leaving my bare bottom perched up in the air.  I glanced back nervously at Naoto, who suddenly got up off the sofa.  I was so frightened, but he just picked up the towel, and said,

"You dropped this."

Sitting back down, worried I'd gone way too far, I shyly whispered,

"Thanks," and took the towel from him.

"Or do you want me to finish drying your hair?" he offered more kindly now.  My pussy was buzzing like crazy by then, but I wasn't really sure what to do.  Michiyo would come back down any minute.

"OK, but you'd better hurry," I told him pointing upstairs to where Michiyo had gone.  He took the towel from me, and solemnly began rubbing my head as I kneeled there on the floor, my bare bottom and pussy still exposed.

"You have an amazing body, Emi," he whispered.  I nodded shyly.  As far as I knew, Naoto didn't have a girlfriend, perhaps had never had one, and here I was teasing him mercilessly, and getting all excited doing it.  He took a hold of my t-shirt just above my pussy, and nodded asking if it was OK to lift it up.  I nodded back demurely, blushing ferociously, feeling a bit guilty for letting it get this far.  He lifted my t-shirt way up, staring in wonder at my bare breasts which were fully erect by then.  Unable to control himself, he leaned in, and kissed me.  It was the clumsy nervous kiss of a young boy, his lips trembling with anticipation and excitement.  It was too much though.  I pushed him back and off, pulling my t-shirt back down.

"I have a boyfriend," I told him, my emotions all confused.  I'd known Naoto for so long, but I'd never thought he liked me in this way.  He licked his lips, unable to understand why I was pushing him away.  I took the towel from him, and stood up wrapping it around my waist.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have..." I bowed sadly.  He peered up at me longingly, a strong look of love or lust in his eyes.  "Good night," I told him running upstairs to find Michiyo.  She noticed something was wrong immediately.

"What's wrong?  What happened?" she asked.

"Sorry.  I did something kind of silly right now.  Just tell him sorry, alright?"

Michiyo gave me some pajamas, and I slept on a futon on her floor that night.  The next morning, Naoto was all sullen, still upset about what had happened.  When no one was looking, I motioned an apology again, but he still looked hurt.  I kind of regretted teasing him like that.  I really have to settle down before I get in real trouble.

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