My Friend Moves to a Frat
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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I guess I should have seen it coming.  Whenever she'd come to tennis, my new friend Fujiko would tell me about all the troubles she was having with her landlady.  Her landlady was Japanese too, but for some reason, the two of them couldn't seem to get along.  Soon, Fujiko was asking for my help finding a new place, and the next thing I knew, she was asking me if I thought she should move into our Chinese American friend Winston's frat house.  I swear at the time, I was so sure she was joking that I made some crack that this was exactly what she was looking for, a chance to live with a bunch of cute American guys.  What really floored me though was when she asked for my help moving in.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"You said it.  It's perfect - a chance to practice my English every day surrounded by all these hunky guys."

"No, but I mean, it's a frat house!  And you're a girl!  There aren't any other girls living there, are there?"

"No, there aren't.  But I don't mind.  I know what boys are like, and I can handle it."

Fujiko is a bit different from other Japanese girls.  She's a bit older than me, but very athletic, self-confident and quite interested in men.  Every time I talk to her, she tells me about some new guy she's met.  I honestly tried to talk her out of moving there, but once she'd made up her mind, it was hard to change it.  Not long after, I ended up helping her carry all her stuff into her new room.  It was on the second floor of the house behind the main frat.  Winston, and two of his frat mates who we knew, Gus and Paul, were all there to help.  I already had a bad feeling about this, and true to form, they started in early.

"Usually for initiation, we get the freshers to go for a polar bear run over to one of the sororities and back," Gus smirked.

Fujiko and I just stared at him not sure what he meant.

"But you're a girl, so I guess we could make an exception," Paul said.

"What's a polar bear run?" Fujiko asked.

"You know.  You strip down to just runners and a ski mask or something, and go streak their house.  Everyone here has done it once."

I let out a laugh.  I'd actually heard about this before from some of the people in my friend, Satomi's dorm.  One guy there had joined a frat.  I looked over at Winston, the most serious one of the three, but he looked so embarrassed.  Eventually, Gus and Paul gave up, and started talking about something else.

The Saturday after Fujiko moved in, her new house mates threw a welcome party for her.  When Satomi and I arrived, there were just guys there and no sign of Fujiko or Winston.  I gave Fujiko a call on her cell, and it turned out she was doing her laundry at the main frat house out in front.  She eventually came, fixed us some drinks, and encouraged us to join the party.  The music was so loud the whole house was shaking.

"How's it working out?" I shouted over the din.

"Great!  All the guys are so nice to me.  They call me Mount Fujiko though."

I mulled this over, wondering if it wasn't some kind of dirty joke.  In the main room, they had girlie posters on the wall, and on the fridge, there was a magnet with a boy stick figure humping a girl stick figure from behind.  I wasn't that surprised I guess.  It was a frat, after all.

Fujiko led us into the main party room, and introduced us to all her new roommates.  Most of them were drunk and horny, but the music was too loud to really have a conversation, so they mostly just kept handing us beers, dancing around making fools of themselves.  One short red-haired guy pushed Fujiko down onto the couch, and started pretending to hump her, but she just laughed.  It was all a bit much for me.

Some of the guys were half watching some football game on TV.  After we'd been there a while, their team scored.  A whole bunch of them shook their beer cans, and started spraying beer everywhere.  Satomi squealed, and then keeled over onto the floor, covered in beer.  I knelt down to see if she was alright, but clearly she was drunk too.  Fujiko came over, and helped me lift Satomi to carry her upstairs.  Paul rushed over apologizing, but Fujiko told them it was OK.

Fujiko and I finally managed to get Satomi up the stairs, and took her into the bathroom to get cleaned up.  Her blouse and jeans were soaked with beer, and Satomi herself was completely out of it.  I undid the buttons on her blouse, but she was soaked with beer right through to the skin.  I ended up stripping her naked while Fujiko ran off to fetch us some towels.  I managed to maneuver Satomi's naked form into the bath tub, but she was too far gone to stand up.  I ended up stripping down too, and getting into the shower with her.  I was a bit nervous getting naked with all these guys just outside, but it did feel good to get out of my tight clothes, and wash all the beer off.

Fujiko came back with the towels, and took our clothes off to the washing machine.  I wrapped one of the towels around my naked body, but it was awfully short.  Outside in the hall, I heard Gus and Paul come up worried I guess whether Satomi was alright.  Eventually, Fujiko came back.  I showed her the towel, and asked,

"Do you have any bigger towels?"

"Ah.  Yeah, I do, back at the other house.  I'll go get them."

The party was for Fujiko, so I felt awkward making her run all around, so I finally just told her,

"No, that's all right.  I guess we can make do."

Satomi was quite the sight lying there in the tub stark naked and only half conscious.  It's so rarely she gets this drunk.  Fujiko and I lifted her out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around her too.  It was quite an effort even to get it tied, and it was fluttering dangerously around her hips.

"Could you at least tell Gus and Paul to go back downstairs?" I asked.  Fujiko went out, and I could hear her arguing with them.  They were obviously pretty drunk.  I finally decided it wasn't worth all the fuss.  I lifted Satomi up, and opened the door.  Fujiko rushed over to help me, and we carried Satomi's limp body into Fujiko's room, and laid her down on the bed.  When I turned back, Gus and Paul were staring down at the cheeks of my bare bottom peeking out from underneath the short towel.  Gus stuck his hand out, and lifted the towel up to get a better look.

"You got a dynamite ass," he slurred.  They were really too drunk to be taken seriously, but I must admit I was getting a bit excited.  I leaned forward to tuck Satomi in, getting a little thrill from flashing them my family jewels.  Fujiko looked at me a bit surprised.

"What?" I asked feigning innocence.

"No, nothing.  Here I'll lend you some clothes."

We finally chased the boys out of the room, so I could get back dressed.

"You like doing that, don't you?" she asked, giving me a strange look, as I pulled on the pair of jeans she handed me.

"What?"

"Giving the boys a peek.  That's why you wanted to go skinny-dipping that time!" she exclaimed, as if she'd only just realized.  I rubbed my forehead amused, but I must have been a little tipsy myself.

'Yeah, I guess.  It is kind of fun... to see their reaction and stuff."  I pulled on a loose-fitting t-shirt.  Fujiko has a fairly sizeable bust, but she's not quite as big as me so the shirt was stretched pretty tight across my breasts.  I smoothed the t-shirt down, a bit worried that you could see my nipples.  I guess it did look a little indecent, but it would have to do for now.  It did make me a bit excited, knowing that I didn't have any underwear on underneath my clothes.

"So who do you like: Gus?  Paul?"

"No."

"Winston?" she smirked.

"No, no, no.  It's not like that at all.  I already have a boyfriend.  In any case, it's not like I flashed them on purpose or anything," I blushed hoping she would buy it.

"You've got a great body," she said nodding towards my breasts.  "Maybe I understand why."  She looked a little sad when she said this, envious maybe.

"You've got a good body too...  lean, fit, athletic."

"Nah, none of these guys like me.  Even in high school, kids used to tease me that I look like a man."

This was plainly ludicrous.  Sure, Fujiko was a bit more muscular than most girls.  She was a powerful swimmer, and ran rings around me at tennis.  Yet, she had a cute face, largish breasts and curvy hips.

"Oh, that's silly.  You don't look anything like a man."

She didn't look convinced at all.

"If you're really worried about it, you should do that polar bear run thing," I finally said.

Fujiko broke out laughing.

"Yeah, right!"

"No, I mean it.  They'd really be able to tell you're a girl then."

She didn't really respond.  As soon as I was dressed, we turned out the lights, and shut the door to let Satomi sleep it off.  Back downstairs, Winston had finally arrived.  He'd been off at work, and just got back.  I felt self-conscious with my nipples kind of showing through the t-shirt, but most everyone, save Winston, was too drunk to notice.

It was getting kind of late though, and this guy with a car showed up to give some of the other guys a ride home.  Slowly more and more people left, and things started to calm down again.  Once almost everyone had left, Winston shut off the music, so we could talk.  Gus was sprawled out in this chair asleep, and Paul had disappeared off to his room or somewhere.  Winston was still there, so Fujiko and I sat down to talk with him.

"So Fujiko, what do you think of your new frat mates?" he asked, smirking and nodding over at Gus.

"They seem nice enough, I guess," she smiled, seemingly unworried about the beer-spraying and stuff.

"Welcome to Phi Upsilon Chi."

"So am I a member now?" she asked, grinning.

"Did you do the initiation?"

"What?"

"The polar bear run."

"No," she blushed.

"All the rest of us have," Winston grinned.  Fujiko sat back on the couch, and then looked at me.  I just smiled sweetly.

"Emi here was saying I should do it too," she told Winston.  It hadn't been that long since the three of us went in skinny-dipping near this mountain lodge the university has.  Fujiko looked over at Gus in the chair, who was still fast asleep.

"How far do you run?" she asked nervously.  "Not that I would do it or anything..."

Winston and I both leaned forward in our seats eyeing her carefully.  It seemed to me that Fujiko was actually considering it, and Winston must have been thinking the same thing.

"How about just over to the main house and back?" Winston suggested.

Fujiko looked back at me, but I just kept on smiling.

"What are you grinning about?  I didn't say I would do it or anything."

"Yeah?  But you want to," I teased.

"Oh, don't be silly, Emi.  The whole idea is crazy!" she said running her hands through her long black hair.  Winston sat back in his chair, but I kept on gazing at her, pretty sure she was wondering what it would be like.

"No one else is up.  Winston could be your witness," I went on, testing my theory.

"Emi!" she protested.

"Come on.  This is the perfect chance."

"Stop talking nonsense!  You would never do anything like that!" she said.

"Oh?" I sat back, amused.  I'd only known Fujiko a few months at that point, mainly through tennis.  We'd gone skinny-dipping together that one time with Winston, but probably that was the only time I'd hinted at my secret 'hobby.'  "If I do it too, will you?" I asked, giddy I guess from all the beer I'd drunk.

"Oh, Emi!  Be serious!"

"I am serious.  I'll do it if you will," I told her sitting up in my seat.

Winston sat up too, but Fujiko kept glancing over at me nervously.  The funny thing about that whole night is that I don't think any of us were all that serious about the idea at first.  I guess I can admit I was a bit turned on from the feeling of the jeans on my bare skin.  We were both a bit drunk, and as I knew from our tennis, Fujiko hates to lose.  She didn't like it that I seemed so set on making her back down first.  She frowned for a moment, and then finally nodded.

"Alright.  You're on.  Let's do it," she said getting up out of her chair.  I got up too, eyeing her defiantly.  We stood there facing off for a while, and then finally she said, "Well?  What's the matter?  Aren't you going to strip?"

I looked over at Winston more seriously now.  He was trying so hard to hide it, but you could tell he was delighted.  Gus was still fast asleep.  When it came right down to it, the whole idea was crazy.  Paul and their other house mates were just upstairs, and who knows who all was outside.  Still, the bug had bitten me, and I was too worked up by then to back down now.

"Winston, you have to promise not to pull anything funny," I demanded.  He eagerly nodded.  "And protect us if we get in trouble."

"No problem!" he enthused.

"Alright then," I went on, not feeling at all as courageous as I was trying to look.  Even through the beer-induced haze, I knew we would be taking an awful chance.  Yet, I'd known Winston for a while, and trusted him, and the other guys all seemed to be fast asleep.

I bit my lip, and slowly lifted my t-shirt up showing Winston my bare tummy.  He grinned, but I decided to just go for it.  I lifted my t-shirt up even higher showing him my bare breasts.  He lurched forward coughing in surprise and delight.  I guess not too many girls strip off in their living room.  I pulled the t-shirt off getting a real thrill from exposing myself out in the open like this.  For some reason, I felt really confident, sure that I looked good.  I guess it was the alcohol more than anything, but also the way Winston was looking at me, so impressed with my bare breasts.  Fujiko looked shocked.  I guess she hadn't really expected me to go through with it.

"Well?" I chided pulling at her shirt.

"Emi, you're so crazy, do you know that?" she retorted.

"Come on!  You said you'd do it too," I cried out, yanking at her shirt now.  She reached out, and grabbed my breast, squeezing it in a surprisingly sexual way.  Winston was freaking out completely, but I finally got her to let go, and concentrate on taking off her own clothes.  We were both so drunk I guess.  I was starting to feel the embarrassment coming on, but I recklessly pulled open my jeans, and slung them down, stripping completely naked.  I stood there triumphantly for a moment letting Winston see.  I ran my fingers through my thick pubic hair to straighten it out, embarrassment and pleasure mixing in my mind.  Fujiko was giggling uncontrollably by then, as I helped her strip out of the last of her clothes.  Gus stirred in his sleep, and I motioned for Fujiko to hush, but she couldn't stop laughing.  I dragged her over to the door, and started pulling on my runners.

"Here we'd better hurry, before everyone wakes up," I warned her.  Winston came out his eyes practically bugging out of his head as he ogled our naked bodies.

"Do you want to streak with us?" Fujiko giggled.

"No, I already did it once," he informed us wanly.

Once Fujiko had her shoes on, I opened the door, and peeked out.  I couldn't see anyone around, but the cool night air felt maddeningly ticklish on my bare skin.  I pulled Fujiko along behind me as I made a dash for the main house.  It's almost impossible to describe the feeling.  I was just so wired, so awake and alive I could hardly believe it.  Unfortunately, when we finally got there, the back door was locked.

"Where's your key?" I asked all frantic now.

"Oops!  Back at the house," Fujiko exclaimed eyes wide.  Winston came up behind us, opening the door with his key.  He was carrying a camera in his other hand.

"Hey, no pictures!" I protested.

"Quiet!  You'll wake everyone up," he whispered, motioning for me to shush.  He had a point.  Both Fujiko and I were stark naked, and there were like six or seven randy drunk guys living here.  Fujiko and I kicked off our shoes, and went in.  I cautiously made my way through the dark kitchen peeking out into their living room.  The street lights were shining through the front window, but luckily, it didn't look like anyone else was up.  I went out into the living room, peering nervously out the front window, but luckily it didn't look like there was anyone outside either.  Only slowly did it hit me that I'd come all this way without bringing anything to cover myself with.  Fujiko might not be a true exhibitionist, but I could tell from her expression that she was enjoying this almost as much as I was.  Winston looked almost as excited as we were, but at least he wasn't taking pictures.

I walked over to the front door, and peered out at the street, dabbing at my pussy with my fingertips.  I was so aroused it wasn't even funny anymore.  The whole house had this distinctly male smell, male atmosphere, and there was something wonderfully delicious about the fact that we were here naked, and all the guys upstairs didn't even know.

"Maybe we'd better go back," Fujiko finally said, the alcohol starting to wear off.  I wasn't in any hurry to leave, but on some level, I knew she was right.  If one of the other guys heard us, and came down, there was no telling what he might do.  Fujiko and I scrambled back to the back door, and pulled on our shoes, while Winston fumbled with the camera in the dim light.

"I told you!  No pictures!"

"Yeah, but the two of you look so damn sexy," he whined.  Fujiko grinned at him, but anyway, I grabbed her hand, and pulled her back to the other house.  This door was locked too, so we had to stand there huddled together naked in the cold waiting for Winston to catch up.  He took his sweet time, and about half way across, he raised his camera, and took a few quick pictures of Fujiko and I.  Fujiko dashed out after him, and grabbed the camera away.  She tried to pull the camera open, but it was a digital camera.

"Emi?" she said looking up at me sadly.

"Anyway, Winston.  Open the door," I begged him.  A car drove by on the street out front, and I was feeling intensely vulnerable standing out here buck naked.  He let us in, and we kicked off our shoes, and scurried up to Fujiko's room taking his camera with us.  Winston followed us up the stairs, but Fujiko slammed the door in his face.  He rapped a few times, but there was no way we were going to let him in.  In all the commotion, Satomi woke up.

"What's going on?" she asked blinking in the bright light.

"Winston got some pictures of us," I told her, examining the camera.  Satomi looked baffled.  Fujiko and I were both standing here stark naked, all out of breath.  Satomi moved to get up only to realize that she was naked herself.

"What on earth is going on?" she shrieked.

"It's OK.  Calm down," I told her.  "The boys sprayed us with beer, and you passed out.  We brought you up here to shower off."

Satomi looked pretty worried about the whole thing, but perhaps still feeling a bit hung over, she eventually lay back down.  I fiddled with the camera, and finally figured out how to delete the pictures Winston had taken.  The house had gone pretty quiet.  I got up, and looked around, only slowly realizing that our clothes were still downstairs.

"Do you have anything to wear?" I asked Fujiko.  She showed me her closet.  There was a bunch of hoodies, blouses and t-shirts, but no bottoms at all.

"The rest is in the laundry," she told me sadly.  Tucking the camera away in a drawer, I picked up one of the towels, and wrapped it around me, struggling to tie it on.

"What are you doing?" Fujiko asked.

"I'm just going to run down, and get our clothes."  I quietly tiptoed out into the hall and down the stairs, doing my best not to wake the other boys.  Half way down, the knot on my towel came undone, and I almost dropped it.  I guess I was still a bit tipsy.  I sloppily tied it back on, even more loosely than before, and continued all the way down to the living room.  Winston was there, and Gus was still asleep, but there was no sign of our clothes.

"What did you do with our clothes?" I demanded, tugging the towel down in an effort to hide my pussy.  It was starting to get light out, and I felt distinctly exposed.

"Give me back my camera!" he countered.

"We will, but first give us back our clothes," I pleaded more softly now.  He just sat there in the chair looking me up and down.  I swear this wasn't on purpose, but the knot slipped, and I gave out a little squeal as the towel dropped to the floor.  I froze as Gus stirred in his sleep, and then Winston scooped up my towel.  I tried to grab it off of him, but he flicked it around behind his chair out of reach.  I climbed up on his lap to get it back, but he just wrapped his arms around my naked form, pulling me against him.  Only slowly did I twig to the fact that he had a raging hard-on.  Luckily, just then, Fujiko appeared at the door, wearing a plaid button-up shirt long enough to cover her pussy but no bottoms.

"What on earth are you doing?" she shouted rushing over.  She pulled Winston's arms apart, allowing me to struggle free from his grasp.  I froze as Gus yawned, and opened his eyes.  His eyes went wide with shock as I hastily covered my pubic hair with my hands.  Fujiko grabbed the much taller Winston by the lapel, pressing him back in his seat, and demanded,

"Where'd you hide our clothes?" making out as if she was going to hit him.  He pulled back, uncomfortable, but refused to talk.  I scurried back to the kitchen to hide, distinctly aroused to be running around their house naked.

"Fujiko, just leave him.  Let's go get your other clothes from the laundry," I suggested, not quite thinking straight.  I pulled on my shoes, and soon Fujiko came running.  "Do you have your key?" I asked.

"Yeah, but hadn't you better put something on?" she suggested pointing at my naked pussy.

"I'm OK," I told her opening the door and stepping out into the bright morning sunshine.  I could see cars driving by out in front, but I was so aroused it wasn't even funny.  Gus and Winston appeared at the door staring on in wonder as I walked around naked outside in the sun.  We rushed over to the main house, and Fujiko got the door open quick enough, but I stood in the driveway savoring the excitement of being outside naked, as cars drove by.  Fujiko finally came over, and pulled me inside.

The other house was still pretty quiet, but it was much brighter inside now that the sun had come up.  Fujiko led me around to the laundry room, but there was a big picture window on the far wall looking out into the back parking lot and the buildings behind.  There were signs of life outside, so I ducked down trying to hide behind Fujiko.

"You should have brought that towel," she scolded.

"Winston grabbed it from me."

While Fujiko sifted through the dryers for something for me to wear, the now wide awake Gus and Winston appeared at the door.

"Jeez, Emi!  You look so damn sexy!" Gus grinned, pulling at my arm to get me to stand up.  I ran around, and hid behind Fujiko exposing my bare behind to the people across the way.  She finally handed me a t-shirt, but Gus kept chasing me trying to get a look at my pussy.  I finally got the t-shirt on, and begged her to hand me some bottoms, but it was taking her forever.  Gus slid his hand in between my legs, confirming how absolutely wet I'd become.  Winston finally grabbed Gus, and pulled him away, but I was so embarrassed I couldn't stop shaking.  Fujiko finally handed me some track pants, which I quickly stepped into, and pulled up finally covering my bare behind.

"Show's over!  Out out!" Fujiko yelled at the guys finally chasing them out, so she could pull on some bottoms herself.  We both looked at each other, and laughed.  It had been quite an evening, but I was glad to finally be back dressed.

Gus and Winston walked with us as we carried Fujiko's laundry back to the other house.  Upstairs, Fujiko finally gave Winston his camera back, and made them promise not to tell the other boys what all had happened.  I'm sure they must have told someone, but I've been back a few times since, and no one's teased me or anything about it.  I swore to myself for the millionth time never again.

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