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 Rivals and Farewells

   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, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   Last spring, my boyfriend Ryosuke and his friends Futoshi and Kenta
graduated from Oceanview U.  Ryosuke agreed to stay here, but Futoshi and
Kenta headed off to Los Angeles to work.  They'd been good friends to us,
so I was sorry to see them go, but actually, their senior year, I didn't
see them much.  I missed the first few weeks of school, because I was away
in Japan for my cousin's wedding, and after I got back, I had to catch up
on all my schoolwork.

   My best friend Satomi told me she hadn't seen them either.  I think she
kind of has a thing for Futoshi, but apparently, he and Kenta had been
hanging with two new girls, Masayo and Mieko, who also go to Oceanview U.
I'd seen them around, but I didn't really know them at all.  Then like out
of the blue, they're always with Futoshi.

   I gave Ryosuke a call to see what was up, but he'd always be out.  I was
pretty sure he was hanging with Masayo and Mieko too.  I guess I trust
Ryosuke, but I didn't like him going out with other girls all the time.

   Anyway, I saw Ryosuke when he had time, and things were more or less the
same between us.  Spring came, and the weather got nicer again.  Ryosuke
told me that they wanted Satomi and me to meet Masayo and Mieko, so they
set something up.  I didn't really want to go, but at least it would give
us a chance to suss out the competition.

   That day, Ryosuke and Futoshi showed up at my house around five o'clock
to pick me up.  I wasn't ready yet, but I didn't want them bothering my
host mom Loretta, so I got them to come up to my room while I had a shower.
Before long though, there came a knock at the bathroom door.

   "What is it?  I'm not done yet."

   "Emi, can I talk to you about tonight?" It was Ryosuke.  He opened the
door, and came right in while I was still showering.

   "Kyaa!" I squealed.  I pulled the shower curtain closed, but Ryosuke
just pulled it open again.

   "I want to ask you a favor."

   "What?" I asked, peering over at the open door.

   "Tonight could you be careful what you say to Masayo and Mieko?"

   "What do you mean?" I took some liquid soap from the pump, and lathered
up my body.  I felt kind of embarrassed doing this while he was watching,
but I had to hurry up, and get ready, so we could go.

   "I don't know," Ryosuke went on.  "I just don't want them to get the
wrong idea.  Do you know what I mean?"

   Soon Futoshi appeared at the door, peeking in on me.

   "Hey, don't look," I protested, turning my back on them, and covering my
fanny with my hands.  Ryosuke ignored my protest, and kept on talking about
Masayo and co.

   "We really don't know them that well, and they are more conservative
than you, so maybe it's better not to tell them some of the stuff we've
done."

   "Like you guys spying on me," I noted.  I have to admit I felt awfully
strange standing here naked with Futoshi looking in.  It was true he'd seen
me naked before, but even so, you shouldn't peek while a girl is showering.
We need our privacy.  Futoshi seemed fascinated with my bare behind, and
all this staring was getting me excited.  I tossed a wet sponge at Futoshi,
but he just knocked it away, still gawking.

   "We're not spying, but yeah, don't tell them about this kind of stuff,"
Futoshi insisted.

   "Or the time we played strip poker, and Futoshi had to streak across
Kenta's quad," I giggled.  Ryosuke shot me a look.  "What?  That was you
guys' idea."

   "Anyway, don't tell them any of that," he told me.  I really didn't
understand what they were thinking.  If they didn't want me to tell on
them, why were they here peeping in on me?

   "Here.  Hand me a towel at least," I finally said, rinsing the lather
off.  Ryosuke just stood there, admiring my tits until it finally
registered what I'd said, and he got me a towel.  I spread it across my
front covering my breasts and pussy, and then turned to face them.

   "Anyway, I have to get dressed!" I exclaimed, more excited than annoyed.
Ryosuke handed me the t-shirt I'd brought, but my panties seem to have
disappeared.  I pulled the t-shirt down, but it was too short to cover my
bottom.

   "What did you guys do with my panites?" I demanded.

   "Nothing," Ryosuke insisted looking for them himself.  Maybe in my
hurry. I'd forgotten to bring them over.  I wrapped the towel around my
waist, still trying to hide my pussy from Futoshi.  Ryosuke pawed at my
behind ostensibly trying to help me dry off, but mainly just trying to get
me excited.  I was worried that Loretta or her son Brandon might come up,
and find us horsing around, so I ran across the hall back to my room, and
tried to close the door on them, but they just barged right in anyway.

   I got out a pair of panties, and pulled them on.  My face must have been
bright red by then.  I don't mind being naked when it's just Ryosuke, but
showing me off to Futoshi was too much I thought.

   Anyway, I finally got dressed, and we headed out.  I started to think
about what I was going to say to Mieko and Masayo.  'Keep your paws off my
man, bitches.' No.  They wouldn't like that.  I didn't want to create a
scene, but I was itching to say something.

   Anyway, next we picked up Satomi.  She was dressed quite fashionably for
a change.  She had on a tan knee-length skirt - pretty daring for her - and
a yellow camisole underneath her jean jacket.  I thought she looked pretty
attractive, but Futoshi didn't comment.  I looked at her, and smiled, but
she looked worried.  I was pretty sure Futoshi likes Satomi too.  He just
needs a bit of coaxing.

   Futoshi dropped the three of us off at the beach, and then went to pick
up Kenta and these other girls.  I decided to go in for a quick swim while
we waited.  I found a washroom, and changed into my 'wicked' white thong
bikini with the center seam and tie-on bra.  I would have brought something
more conservative, but this one was new.

   It was pretty windy by then, but the water wasn't too cold.  Ryosuke and
Satomi didn't want to come in though, so when Futoshi came back with the
others, I came out.  Kenta had been chatting up Masayo and Mieko on the way
here.  They were wearing a bit too much make-up I thought.  They were
wearing jeans and long-sleeve blouses, quite a bit of clothing for summer.
What were they trying to hide.  They were taller than Satomi and I, but I
think we have the better figures.  I didn't want to let on how I was
feeling, so I smiled, and said hi.

   There was tension though.  It seemed like Ryosuke hadn't even told them
that he and I were going out.  I was annoyed, but determined not to let it
faze me.

   I was still dripping wet from my swim, so I toweled off, and wrapped a
colorful pareo around my waist, and pulled on my navy hoodie with a zip up
the front.  I don't like to lounge around in my bikini when it's wet, so I
ducked into the woods, and took it off.  They probably wouldn't be able to
tell, but they were all leaving soon, so I wouldn't get many more chances
to do things like this.

   We walked down to the beach, and the boys got out the coals, and set up
the barbecue.  All this reminded me of our last beach barbecue with Debbie.
Ryosuke was pretty bad that time, stealing my bikini bottoms, but that was
a good day.  I felt so close to Ryosuke back then.  I was pretty sure his
feelings hadn't changed, but it was hard not to worry about this whole
business with Masayo and Mieko.

   We all gathered around the barbecue huddling together for warmth.  My
pareo kept fluttering up exposing my bare thighs.  Kenta was trying to
behave in front of Masayo and Mieko, but he kept glancing over at me,
intrigued by my legs.  I ansentmindedly pulled down the zipper on my hoodie
showing my cleavage.  Satomi shot me a look wondering what I was up to.  I
didn't really have a plan at all.  I was just testing the waters, seeing
how Ryosuke would react.

   Ryosuke kept talking with Masayo.  I got Kenta to give me his long chop
sticks, and then checked to see if the meat was done.  The way I was
leaning forward, you could see my breasts swinging free.  It took Ryosuke a
moment to clue in, but soon all of them were staring.  Ryosuke gave me a
sharp look, nodding for me to cut it out.  I don't know what he was so
upset about.  Usually he's the one trying to convince me to sunbathe
topless or whatever.  I finally straightened up, and handed the chopsticks
back to Kenta.

   "It looks like they're almost ready," I bubbled cheerfully, pretending
like I hadn't realized they'd seen my breasts.  My little show though had
pretty well shut down all the conversation.  Maybe they were debating
whether to tell me or not.

   We started serving up the barbecue on paper plates.  Once everyone had
some, I pulled Satomi off to the side, and we went, and sat down on a log
at the edge of the woods.  She was staring over at Futoshi, a bit
misty-eyed.  It was hard to tell who he was interested in.  It looked like
none of them had formed couples yet.

   Ryosuke came over, and sat near me, and then the rest of them came over
too.  Ryosuke was still acting cooler than usual, but he seemed more
willing to let on that the two of us might be a couple.

   I lay back, and stretched my legs.  My pareo fell open at the side, so
you could see my leg almost all the way up to my waist.  It must have been
obvious I didn't have any bottoms on underneath.  Ryosuke and Kenta kept
peering over at my thigh, but I just let them look.  I was beginning to
feel better now that Ryosuke was paying attention to me again.  Kenta
couldn't contain his curiosity, and finally asked me,

   "That's quite a nice pareo you're wearing.  Where did you get it?"

   "I bought it in Japan last time I was home." I stood up, and did a
pirouette to show them.  It fluttered up in the breeze at a dangerous
height.  I was beginning to get excited with all of them looking at me now.
"How do you like it?"

   "Looks great!" Kenta nodded.

   "Gorgeous!" Futoshi chimed in.

   Ryosuke didn't say anything, but I could tell from the look in his eye
that he was starting to lust after me too.  Masayo and Mieko looked kind of
irritated.  I'm not sure if 'sexy' is in their repertoire.

   "What do you think of Satomi's new outfit?" I asked pointing to her. 
She blinked, looking distinctly kitten-like.  Futoshi looked at her more
closely.  Maybe he'd forgotten how good-looking she is.

   In the end, not much happened that night.  We chatted, and the
conversation soon drifted towards things the five of us had done before
Masayo and Mieko appeared on the scene.  They just listened attentively,
but I felt somehow that Satomi and I had won.  Futoshi and Kenta may be
leaving, but they would remember us more than their new playmates here.

   The rest of the term just raced by.  Before we knew it, it was almost
time for Kenta and Futoshi to leave.  They went down to Los Angeles to find
a place to stay, and then came back, and rented a mini-van.  They offered
to come by my place, and give me some stuff.  It was so hard to believe
they were leaving.  I was going to miss them.

   That morning, my host family headed out for the day, so I invited
Ryosuke over.  Right from when I woke up, I was kind of in a funny mood. 
It was a beautiful summer day, so I opened up my windows, and looked out
over the backyard.  I couldn't understand why Futoshi and Kenta wanted to
leave this place.  It was so peaceful, so rustic and charming, a quaint
cosy little village by the sea.

   Anyway, I had a shower, and came back to my room.  I pulled on some
panties, and dug out a new beige pleated flirt skirt.  It's too short to
wear outside, but I just wanted to show it to Ryosuke before the others got
here.  At the back, it tilts up on an angle, so you can see the seat of my
panties peeking out from under the hem.  I pulled on this skirt and a
cream-colored tank top (no bra), and went down, and had some breakfast. 
Ryosuke showed up before too long.  As I expected, he got a real kick out
of my skirt.

   "Hey, where'd you get that?  That's great!"

   "In Shibuya." I led him into the kitchen, and motioned for him to sit
down while I got him something to drink.

   "Here.  Come over here.  Let me take a closer look."

   I swear he was grinning from ear to ear.  I was so glad he liked it.  I
walked over to where he was sitting, and he reached over, and patted me on
the bottom.

   "It's perfect.  You look sensational."

   Before I knew it, he reached up inside my skirt, and grabbed the
waistband of my panties, yanking them down until they were hanging
mid-thigh.

   "Hey!  Stop it!" I kind of knew he might do something like that, but
Kenta and Futoshi were on their way.

   "Here.  Just hold still." All of a sudden, he slid his fingers between
my legs, and started playing with me!

   "Kyaa!"

   His fingers were so cold.  I tried to break away, but he grabbed my
tummy with his other arm, and held me there.

   "Oh, look, Emi.  You're getting all wet."

   "I am not."

   "You are too." He held up his middle finger to show me.  I guess I was a
little excited.  "Here, bend over."

   I looked back at him a bit worried.  I leaned over, and gave him a kiss,
and then did as he asked, reaching down and resting my hands on my knees. I
felt so naughty standing there like that bent over in the kitchen.  He
reached inside my top, and gave my breasts a gentle squeeze, getting me
even more excited.  Then he pulled my skirt way up, squeezing the cheeks of
my behind.  Before I could stop him, he'd got his fingers up inside me,
making me crazy.

   "Kyaa!" I squealed again.  It felt embarrassed, but I was getting so
aroused.  He pulled my panties down, and motioned for me to step out of
them.  Once we got them off, I spread my legs, and he started probing
around with his tongue looking for my hello kitty.  I was trying so hard to
keep it together, but it was hard with him heating me up like this.

   Ryosuke was just about to get his cock out, when we suddenly heard a
car's engine pull up outside.  Oh no!  They're here already.  I
straightened up, and fluffed my skirt back down.  I tore off a paper towel,
wet it, and wiped my love juice off the insides of my thighs.  I was still
breathing heavily, jittery, horny, not thinking straight.  I've got to calm
back down here.

   We heard car doors slam, and then a knock at the front door.  Ryosuke
went out to let them in, while I looked around for my panties.  I couldn't
figure out where they'd got to.  Now what am I going to do?  I went out
into the living room, but I was acutely aware of the cool morning air on my
still wet pussy.

   "Morning, Emi.  How're you doing?" Kenta grinned.  I nodded shyly
wondering if I could just nip past them, and run upstairs to get some fresh
panties.  I slowly moved forward, brushing down my skirt at the back. 
There wasn't much hope of hiding my bottom though.  The whole point of the
skirt was to show it off.

   "Do you guys want something to drink?" Ryosuke asked.  I shot him a
look, but he just grinned, enjoying my embarrassment.  I obviously had to
get them the drinks because this was my house.  I backed up into the
kitchen, and Ryosuke followed me in.  I glared at him.

   "Where are my panties?" I demanded.

   "I don't know.  Where did you leave them?"

   I knew he must have hid them, but I didn't know where.  I gave him my
best peeved look, but he just sat down, watching my bare behind as I
reached up to look at our tea.  Once it was ready, I tiptoed over to the
kitchen door, and peeked out.

   "What do you guys want to drink?  Barley tea?  I have some made."

   "That'd be fine."

   I reached up, and got some glasses from the cupboard, getting a bit of a
buzz from flashing him.  I opened the fridge, and bent over, flashing him
my still wet pussy.  I was so excited by then.

   I brought the drinks out, and gave them to Futoshi and Kenta.  They were
already peering over at my insanely short skirt, so I went behind the couch
to hide.  Ryosuke brushed past me, and stood near the foot of the stairs,
watching to see what I would do.

   "What all did you guys bring?" he asked.

   "There's a low table, a lamp and some bookshelves," Kenta explained.  I
leaned forward resting my tummy and hands on the back of the couch.  I knew
I shouldn't be doing this, but I was getting so turned on, exposing my bare
bottom to Ryosuke without Kenta and Futoshi knowing.

   "Anyway, let's go outside, and take a look," Ryosuke urged.  I shot him
a look.  Surely he didn't expect me to go outside dressed like this.  Kenta
and Futoshi got up, and went to the door, but I just stood there.  I
couldn't very well run upstairs with the three of them watching.

   "You guys go ahead.  I'll be there in a sec," I said hoping to get some
panties.

   "No, no, c'mon, Emi.  Let's just go see.  You can get whatever later."
Ryosuke placed his hand on the small of my back ushering me towards the
door.  I was panicking.  We wanted me to go outside like this.  I really
didn't want to go, but he wouldn't let go.  I finally bent over, and pulled
on my sandals.  Maybe I can just dash right out, and then find some excuse
to come back in, and get dressed.

   Before I knew it, I was outside squinting in the bright sun.  I held
down my skirt as best I could, as Ryosuke herded me towards the mini-van. I
looked this way and that trying to see if my neighbors were around.

   Luckily, no one seemed to be around, but I swear I was almost having a
heart attack.  What if someone sees me?  I bounced down the steps, and
scurried over to the van, getting so excited at walking around outside with
my bare bottom showing.  Ryosuke led me around to the back of the van.  I
couldn't believe I was standing out on the street dressed like this.  It
was so embarrassing.

   Futoshi and Kenta climbed up into the back of the van, and explained
what each thing was.  I brushed my skirt down at the back, but I swear it
was floating more than halfway up my bare bottom.  Everything did seem
pretty quiet.  I leaned into the van, asking about different things.  I
couldn't feel my skirt, but I could definitely feel the breeze licking at
my pussy.  I looked back at Ryosuke, and he was just grinning away.

   Suddenly, I heard a screen door slam just behind us.  I straightened up,
brushed my skirt down, and turned to see what it was.  One of my neighbors
from across the street had come out of his house, and was headed straight
this way!  Oh no!  He must have seen me!  Now what do I do?

   "Hi, do you guys need any help?" he asked with this big grin.  I was too
embarrassed to say anything, but Futoshi got down out of the van.

   "Uh, I think we're OK.  We're just dropping off a few things, whatever
Emi here wants."

   He looked down at me, curious.

   "You've been living here a while, haven't you?  You're...  um... 
that... uh...  " He couldn't remember my name.  I wasn't really sure what
his name was either.  Anyway, this wasn't the time for pleasantries.  I
suddenly thought of a good excuse.

   "Oh, I forgot.  I think I left the kettle on." I backed away,
desparately trying to hide my bare bottom.

   "Uh, wait, Emi.  Do you want this food?  There's some instant ramen and
some snacks."

   Not wanting to seem rude, I came back, and looked at what he was
offering.

   "Uh, yeah, sure."

   "What about this little coffee table?  You could put in your room."

   "Um, OK.  If you don't want it." Holding my skirt down as best I could,
I turned, and walked up the front steps.  Futoshi was right behind me
though, and my neighbor was looking over at my rear.  Oh shoot.  I hope
they haven't figured out that I'm pantiless.

   When we got inside, I wanted to go upstairs, but Futoshi was standing
right there with the table obviously intending to follow.

   "Uh, Futoshi, you go first."

   "No, I insist, after you.  Ladies first."

   Kenta came in with the food, and Ryosuke was carrying the desk lamp.

   "Where should I put this?  In the kitchen?" Kenta asked.

   "Yeah, OK."

   Ryosuke just stood there smirking away.  I swear he loves to torment me.

   "Show him," Ryosuke suggested.  "It's no big deal."

   "Show me what?" Futoshi asked.  Kenta came back from the kitchen, and
the three of them stood there looking at me.

   "Emi is such a hot potato she can't keep her panties on," Ryosuke
blurted out.

   "You stole them from me," I yelled hitting him.  He reached down,
grabbed the hem of my skirt, and lifted it up showing them my pussy.  I
fought to push my skirt back down, but he wouldn't let go.  Futoshi and
Kenta stared at me in shock.  I felt so humiliated and angry and excited,
all rolled into one.  Can you imagine?  I could hardly believe this all was
happening.  Even worse, Ryosuke was trying to make out like it was my idea.

   "Let go!" I squealed.

   "Only if you promise to be a good girl."

   "Damn!" Kenta cried out.  Ryosuke loosened his grip, and finally let go.
Kenta had turned away, and was clutching his nose.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Ah.  He's got a nosebleed again," Futoshi scoffed.  "The same thing
happened that day he was supposed to leave for Japan, remember?"

   "Here, I'll get you some paper towels." I ran to the kitchen, and
brought some back.  I was so shocked because he was really bleeding.  I hit
Ryosuke.

   "See what you did."

   He bowed an apology.

   "Sorry.  That body of yours is dynamite.  You'd better watch who you
show it to."

   I just glared at him.  Suddenly, he looked down at me suspiciously.

   "Why did Kenta get a nosebleed the day he left for Japan?"

   Kenta had let me use his condo while he was gone.  I went there, picked
up the key, and then Futoshi drove Kenta to the airport.  I ended up
sunbathing nude on Kenta's balcony, but suddenly they came back, and found
me.  I'd been too embarrassed to tell Ryosuke.

   "Didn't Emi tell you?" Futoshi asked.

   "No," Ryosuke said.  He looked down at me.

   "No comment," I said, running up the stairs to get changed.  I glanced
back, and Ryosuke and Futoshi were staring up my skirt.  "Oh, you guys are
horrible."

   That was a strange day in a lot of different ways.  I saw Futoshi and
Kenta again of course.  I'll tell you about it sometime.

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