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 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 my friends and me, drop by 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 girls
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, it's like the prof said.  Each part 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 was going on like this.  Her
current flame Hiro was leaving to go home to Japan soon.  Satomi couldn't
seem to catch a break.  Even though she and Hiro were pretty close, they
still weren't 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 even so, I didn't feel inferior to them really.  A lot
of guys seemed to like the way I looked.  Still, what she said 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 cute bottom.  Ryosuke often told me
so.  It was one of the parts he like most about me.

   Anyway, we finally got dressed, and I headed home.  On the bus, I found
myself looking at all the other girls who got on.  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 wasn't supposed
to 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 tap that."

   I cleared my throat, and they finally noticed me, and stopped talking.
Brad gave me this contemptuous look like I was no match for this 'Candy'
person whoever she was.  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 demanded to know.

   "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.  Before he could finish, students
drifted in, so we had to stop.  I sat through the whole class brooding, and
even when it was over, Brad and Luke hightailed it out of there without
even saying goodbye.  I was fuming.

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

   "Where are 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 all was quiet.  They must have gone to bed.  I
changed into a fresh t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and came back down.
Brandon was sitting on the sofa, so I lay down on the rug.

   "What are you watching?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  Some 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.  I finally found something I liked, and turned to see if Brandon
agreed.  He was staring straight at my rear.  I was wearing my low rise
sweatpants, so I think he could see the crack of my bottom peeking out over
the top.  I tried to pull them up, but when I crawled back, they just fell
down again.

   "How was your day?" he asked peering over at me curiously.

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

   "What?"

   "She says Japanese have saggy bottoms," I shrugged trying to seem blas,
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 he didn't remember.  It was
never on purpose, but he'd caught me naked coming out of the shower and
stuff like that.

   "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 it's saggy or not?" I finally asked.
Brandon opened his eyes wide, surprised that I would suggest such a thing.

   "K," he breathed, his voice all hoarse from the excitement.  Brandon was
so cute, untainted, innocent.  As far as I knew, he'd never had a
girlfriend.  I knew I shouldn't tease him this way, but it was 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 my
backside.  He shifted in his seat trying to hide his erection.  I know this
is horrible, but I was starting to get this tingly feeling down there
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..." He was so overcome with emotion he could hardly
speak.  Suddenly, we heard Loretta or someone rattling around upstairs.  I
grabbed my sweatpants, 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 I beat a retreat up to my own room.
I wasn't sure why I had done that, but it was kind of fun teasing him.  He
always gets so flustered.  I guess we were all like that once, but it was
kind of funny.

   Not long after that, I went to visit Asuna, my boyfriend 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 sat at the table by the big floor-to-ceiling windows
that looked out into the courtyard.  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 in the shower, 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 Emi, 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 on the heat.  "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 sweatpants. 
Noting his interest, I had to ask.

   "What do you think, Craig?"

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

   He'd seen me naked, and actually, had even spied on me, so I knew he was
lying.  I think Sandra got angry at him when she almost caught him, so
maybe he was trying to reform.  Unable to contain my curiosity, 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 she 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 of her workout
pants.

   "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 sweatpants 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 Asuna's pants 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 sweatpants, 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 treated to the sight of her cute little bare behind.  There was a
marshmallowy softness that made you want to reach out, and give them a
playful squeeze.  Her hips were also surprisingly wide given how young she
is.

   "Kya!  What are you doing?" Asuna shrieked in shock.  Blushing
furiously, she glanced back at Craig, but he signaled that this was all my
idea.  She tried to reach down, and pull her pants back up, but I yanked
them all the way down to her ankles, waiting for Craig to tell me what he
thought.  "Emi!  Let go!"

   Craig hesitated to say anything, but you could tell from the way he was
looking at her that he was finding all this quite the turn on.  Asuna was
just making it worse by trying to shake free of my grasp.  She must have
been excited herself because she wasn't covering up, just wiggling her ass
all around.  It was only when Craig moved over to take a peek at her bush
that she got frantic.  I finally let go, figured he'd seen enough to form
an opinion.

   She was so worked up though, that she stepped out of her pants
completely, nodding for me to pull them back up.  I was kind of mulling
over her behind though, trying to mentally compare it to Satomi's and mine,
wondering if it was typical Japanese or what.  It was definitely quite sexy
in a young schoolgirl kind of way.

   I eventually took pity though, and helped her step back into them, and
pull them up.

   "What did you do that for?" she squealed.

   "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 even more impressed with my
rear.  I was so horny by then I'd let my guard down.  I've always thought
that Craig was kind of cute, and it was fun teasing him, especially with
Sandra nearby.

   I eventually noticed though that there were people in the courtyard
glancing in at us.  My sense of modesty returned.  I covered my pussy with
my hand, but continued to stand there waiting for Craig to say what he
thought.

   I could hear Sandra coming though, so I hastily pulled up my panties and
jeans, 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 guilty for having flashed him.  Asuna and I moved to her 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
probably runs in their family.

   The real problem 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?  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 respond right
away.

   "And then Satomi was 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 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.  "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, taking it all in.

   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.  They both seemed quite taken
with her charms.

   Still, since she was being so stubborn about it, I simply had 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 freaking, 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 rear.
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
pique 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."

   At first no one seemed keen, but eventually, Sarah and Natasha agreed.
Ji-Hyun didn't say much, 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/