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 Miori in America Part 1

   By Emi Tsuruta

   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/

   Miori was coming to America.  She was this girl I met at a Shinto
festival in Tokyo a few years before.  In the time since, she'd become one
of my closest friends.  I told her like everything.  When I first met her,
I thought she was shy, but as I grew to know her, I realized that she was
anything but.  Even though I know she must be nervous, she ends up doing
the craziest things.

   She also seems to have this strong effect on guys.  Part of it is her
looks I guess.  She has this round face, like a ping pong ball.  Her eyes
aren't big, but they stand out.  Maybe it's something she does to her
eyelashes.

   She doesn't really play up her cuteness, not like some girls, but I
think it's partly that aloofness that gets guys.  I'm cute too I guess, but
I feel vulnerable sometimes, and I can't really hide that.  When I feel
confident, I'm OK, or if I'm caught up in the moment.  Miori just kind of
soldiers through everything without letting her uncertainty show.  That
comes across as confidence.

   Anyway, I was really excited that she was coming.  She was only going to
stay for a week, but she'd been talking about coming here to study.  That
would be so cool, Em and M together taking on California!

   Before she arrived though, I was a little bit worried about how this all
was going to go.  She was flying in through Los Angeles, and would probably
be a bit jetlagged, so I arranged for us to spend the first night at
Futoshi's.  He was one of Ryosuke's friends, and used to study with us at
Oceanview U.  until he graduated, and moved to L.A.  Ryosuke actually
hadn't seemed that interested in Miori when he met her at the festival, but
I knew she'd changed, so I kind of knew that there might be trouble.

   Miori came out the arrivals gate, dressed for summer - sunglasses, a big
straw hat and a sleeveless floral sundress.  I guess she thought this was
L.A., and she was trying to dress like a Hollywood movie star.  As soon as
she saw me though, she came over, and gave me a big hug.  She was so
excited to be here.

   Futoshi drove us back to his place, so Miori could get some sleep.  He
let her sleep in his bed.  The boys were to sleep outside in the living
room.  Once Miori was settled in, Ryosuke, Futoshi and I went out to get a
coffee.  It was then that I finally noticed how pleased they both seemed.
Maybe they weren't quite under her spell yet, but Futoshi letting her sleep
in his bed was already pretty suspicious.  I mean Futoshi was nice enough
to me, but they were treating Miori like she was a princess.

   When we got back to the apartment, I was dismayed to find Miori sleeping
in just a boy-style p.j.  top and white cotton panties.  Ryosuke and
Futoshi tried not to stare, but you could tell they were fascinated by her
cute little panty-clad bottom sticking up in the air the way it was.  She
had these remarkably round cushy butt cheeks considering how petite she is.
Maybe it was just the angle.

   "Hey!" I protested.  Ryosuke rushed to reassure me,

   "Your ass is much better." Geez!  Thanks!

   The next morning, when I got up, Miori was still traipsing around in her
panties.  I finally convinced her to go in for a shower, and then kept
guard so the boys didn't try to spy in on her.  You could hear her
cheerfully singing away, seemingly unaware of the stir she was causing.

   Once we were all ready, Futoshi took us to Hollywood to look for movie
stars.  We did see some people who looked like they might be famous, but no
one I really knew.

   After supper, Futoshi dropped us off at the train station.  Futoshi
looked sorry to see her go, but we promised to visit him again.

   Ryosuke, Miori and I took a train to Oceanview.  We talked about things
she could do in Oceanview.  Ryosuke seemed a bit more talkative than usual,
but maybe he was just trying to be a good host.

   When Miori and I arrived at my house, Brandon, my host mother Loretta's
son, came down to get a look at her.  His eyes popped wide open when he saw
how cute she was, but he was too tongue-tied to say much after that.

   It was getting late, so I got Miori set up in the shower, and lent her
my biggest pair of p.j.'s, just so she wouldn't go prancing around in her
undies again.  She came down to the living room where Brandon and I were
watching TV, still toweling off her wet hair.  She didn't look happy with
her frumpy p.j.'s, but better that than getting Brandon all worked up.

   I took Miori back upstairs, and got out a futon for her, but she didn't
look too thrilled by that either.

   "What?" I asked.

   "I just thought we could sleep together...  in the same bed."

   I guess it was an innocent enough request, but there was something about
the way she said it.  I'd slept in the same bed with friends before and my
boyfriend of course, but I was a bit worried about what Loretta might
think. I shut the door, and the two of us slipped into my bed.

   It'd been a while since I'd slept with another girl.  She smelled so
fresh and clean, so feminine compared with Ryosuke.  Eventually, I did
manage to drift off to sleep.

   Later, when I awoke in the middle of the night, Miori had one arm
wrapped round my tummy like I was her teddy bear or something.  I felt a
bit funny, but I carefully moved her arm away, and went back to sleep.

   The next morning, Miori was up before I was, washing her face, and
brushing her teeth.  She was so cheerful and excited, anxious to get out,
and see California.  I took her down to the university, and introduced her
to my friends Satomi and Asuna.  Miori babbled away, excitedly telling us
about all the things she wanted to do.  Everywhere I took her, she would
'oo' and 'ah,' saying how wonderful it was to be in 'America.' :p

   Miori's English wasn't very good, but whenever she was in a fix, she
would bat her eyelashes, and some guy would rush to help her.  Brandon was
the worst of all, letting her play all his video games, all sweetness and
light for a change.  I didn't mind so much, but one night, Ryosuke phoned
up, and invited himself over.  We were in Brandon's room playing a tennis
game on his Wii when Ryosuke came in.  Miori was sprawled out on Brandon's
bed, clutching the Wii remocon, in bare feet, a loose white crop top and
tight-fitting orange shorts.  Ryosuke peered down at her backside, amused
by her squeals of glee.

   "What do you say we play something different?" Ryosuke asked.  I
immediately knew he was up to no good.  He glanced at me, sensing my
suspicion, but went ahead anyway.

   "How about Oosama game?"

   It's sort of like Truth Dare.  Miori leapt up, squealing,

   "Let's play!  Let's play!" but I put up my arms in an X, vetoing the
idea.  Miori looked disappointed, but I was worried that Ryosuke might
steer things in a naughty direction.  He usually save those kind of things
for when it's just the two of us, but having Miori here had him all
excited.

   We chatted, and played more Wii, and eventually, Ryosuke went home. 
Miori went in for a shower, so I got out another pair of big pajamas for
her to wear.  When she came downstairs though, this time she was wearing
just the p.j.  top.  It was long enough to hide her panties, but Brandon
kept glancing at her bare legs.  I wanted to say something, but I didn't
want to seem uptight.  Eventually, we came back up, and went to sleep.

   The next day, to get away from Brandon, I took Miori down to the ocean.
It was the high season, so I knew the beach was going to be packed, so
instead I took her to cliffs.  Even there, we found tons of campers and
holidayers.  I led her through the woods, trying to get away from the
crowds.  On the far side of the hill, it was a bit quieter, just a few
American girls sunbathing.  There was even a pebble beach that was easier
to walk on than the stony ones near the entrance.

   There were no change rooms though.  We looked at each other, wondering
what to do.  I knew that Miori wasn't so shy anymore, but that's part of
what was worrying me.  It was like she'd been deliberately teasing Futoshi,
Ryosuke and Brandon, trying to see if they liked her.  I guess it was
harmless enough, and none of them were here now.  I tried to relax, and
make the most of her visit.

   Eventually, I suggested we hide in the trees, and change there.  Miori
eyed me curiously, wondering if I'd planned this.  She tries to make out as
if these things are always my idea, but actually, she's been getting braver
too, playing stripping games with her friends back in Japan for instance.
Ignoring her, I undid my jeans, and peeled them off.  She mugged her
amusement, and then got undressed herself.

   Miori was kind of smiling to herself as she stripped.  Maybe being nude
is a simple joy that everyone can appreciate, but this time, she seemed
more into it than I remember.  She was changing, maybe becoming more like
me.  Once we'd stripped down, we just sort of stood there, eyeing each
other, as we giggled away at our situation, two rambunctious little girls,
standing here naked in the woods.

   We didn't have time to enjoy our freedom though, because back behind us,
I heard people coming up the path.  They were speaking in Korean.  Through
the trees I saw what looked to be a Korean mother, father and daughter and
this other youngish Korean man.  They were preoccupied I guess, so they
didn't see us at first.  My heart sped up because both Miori and I were
naked, our pink skin probably visible through the trees.

   Miori picked up a towel, asking with her eyes if she should cover up,
but I motioned for her to stay still, hoping they wouldn't see us.  I
crouched a bit trying to hide my body behind the leaves in the trees.  They
came awfully close, only a few yards away from where we were standing.

   Luckily, though the Korean man had his back to us, talking with the
family, as he picked his way through the rocks.  Miori was freaking, not
used to the situation I guess.  I was shaking too, more from excitement
than fear.  I was glad to have her here though.  I think she is one of the
few people I know who can appreciate this.

   The Koreans went right past us.  I was still pretty excited, but not
wanting to tempt fate, we quickly pulled on our bikinis.  It took me a
while to calm back down, but eventually, we came out, and went down to the
water's edge to swim.  The Korean guy finally noticed us, but he seemed
more taken with the daughter than us.  We went in wading for a while, but
we didn't stay long.  We ended up just pulling our clothes on over our
still damp bikinis.

   "That was kind of fun," I confided on the way back.  Miori didn't agree,
but I'm sure she felt it too.  She was giggly and nervous all evening. 
Eventually, it came time for bed, and I got out another pair of pajamas for
her to wear.  She hovered at my door for a second, obviously wanting to say
something.

   "Do you want to come shower with me?" she asked.  I looked at her, a bit
surprised.  Miori and I had actually bathed together at my parent's house
in Japan the last time I was there, but somehow here in the States, it
didn't seem quite so natural.  I guess people don't really bathe together
in the States.

   "Um...  yeah I guess," I nodded.  I couldn't help feeling self-conscious
with Brandon, Loretta and Jennifer all just downstairs.  That could be kind
of embarrassing if one of them came up, and found the two of us showering
together.

   Once we were across the hall in the bathroom, I motioned for her to keep
as quiet as possible.  She quickly stripped out of her clothes, but then
turned to watch me as I got undressed.  I'd noticed this before.  She has
always shown great interest in my body.  Once I was naked, I turned to fix
my hair in the mirror, as she looked me up and down.  The way she looks at
me is a bit weird, almost as if she were a boy.  Even after we got in the
shower, she was still sneaking peeks at my bush as I shampooed my hair.

   "Here let me scrub your back," she offered.  She poured some body soap
on her hand, and then rubbed it into my bare back.  Her hands felt good -
warm, soft...  sensual even.  When I was all clean, we traded places.  My
nipples brushed against hers, as we swung around past each other.  She was
kind of grinning to herself, excited by the situation.  To be perfectly
honest, I felt a bit excited myself.

   Coming out of the bath, I suddenly realized I'd only brought one bath
towel.  I smiled wanly, handing it to her, looking down at my own wet body.
Shivering, I opened the bathroom door a crack, trying to tell if my host
family had come upstairs.

   "I dare you to run across to your room, and get another towel," Miori
joked.

   "No, better not.  Brandon could be out there," I frowned.

   "If you tell me where they are, I'll go," she teased.

   "There are some big towels in the hall closet," I teased back, not
really expecting her to go through with it.  The closet was right across
from Brandon's room.  She handed me the towel, and then opened the door,
listening to see if Brandon was in his room.

   His door was wide open, but it was awfully quiet.  I tried to convince
her to take the towel with her, but before I could stop her, Miori scooted
out - buck naked - into the hall, and opened the closet door.  I was
gesturing frantically towards Brandon's room, but Miori just peeked in,
pursing her lips, not telling me if he was there or not.  She fished out a
big towel, and then trotted back to my room.  I wrapped my towel around me,
and ran after her.

   "Was he there?" I asked.

   "Why don't you go take a look yourself?" she continued to tease.

   I shook my head no, not wanting to mess with my host family.  Brandon
actually knew a little of my tendencies, but I didn't want to get in
trouble.

   "I'll go with you," she offered.  I really didn't want to, but Miori
insisted, so I went along with it.  She pulled on her towel, and the two of
us tiptoed out into the hall to peek into Brandon's room.  I was so
relieved to find that he wasn't there.  Miori must have known that right
from the start.  She waltzed into his room, and picked up one of the Wii
remotes.

   "Do you want to play Wii tennis?" she grinned.  I was pretty sure that
both Brandon and Loretta were downstairs.  I could hear the sound of the TV
coming from the living room.  I wasn't so keen on hanging in his room in
just our towels.  I guess it wouldn't be that strange even if he saw us,
but the problem was more that the idea was getting me excited.  Miori
turned on the TV and the Wii, and handed me the other remote.

   She sat down on the edge of his bed, and cued up the tennis.  I held the
knot in my towel to keep it from coming undone, but Miori just left her
towel as it unraveled.  She eyed the door nervously, but it sounded pretty
quiet downstairs, so she eventually let the towel fall, sitting there with
her cute breasts exposed.  Her breasts are actually quite sizeable
especially for such a small girl.  When she smiles, her overbite shows, but
I'm sure guys find that adorable too.

   When our game finished, she got up to fiddle with the game box, leaving
her towel behind her on the bed.  She arched her back apparently getting a
real kick out of being naked in Brandon's room.

   "Miori!" I whispered urgently.  "He's right downstairs!"

   "We'll hear him if he comes up," she assured me.  I wasn't so sure, but
I let it go for now.  She came back to the bed, playing the next game
naked, but soon started swatting at the knot in my towel urging me to get
naked too.  I shooed her away, but eventually let her knock my towel open.
Despite myself, I was getting so excited.

   Miori looked positively ecstatic.  She stuck her little tongue out, and
licked her lustrous lips, still trying to win the game, doubtless aware
that I was watching her.  She lay sprawled out face down on his bed, with
her legs spread wide almost as if she wanted Brandon to come see.  I was
trying not to look, but I couldn't help but notice her pussy.  Her pussy
lips were glistening wet, forming a cute little sideways mouth surrounded
by her sleek black pubic hair.  She gave out a yelp of delight as she won
our tennis game.  She grinned back at me obviously really enjoying all
this.

   "Had enough?" she taunted.

   "I wasn't even paying attention.  If I try hard, I could whip your ass,"
I boasted, choking on that last word, trying hard not to look at her bare
backside.

   "You wouldn't dare!" she retorted coyly, covering her rear with her hand
almost as if she were goading me to spank her.  Giddily, I pushed her hand
away, and swatted her one square on the behind, her soft cheeks jiggling
from the reverb.

   "Noooo!" she squealed as I swatted her again, climbing up on top of her,
the two of us giggling away like crazy.  My heart almost skipped a beat
when suddenly, we heard a voice call up from downstairs.

   "What are you two girls up to?" It was my host mom Loretta who must have
heard us laughing.  I scanned around for my towel, but it must have fallen
on the floor in the commotion.  Miori gazed back at me all panicked now,
partly because I had her pinned to the bed.  Despite myself, with Miori's
naked body pressed against mine, I was getting more than a little excited.

   Loretta's voice pulled me out of my daydream, and I finally managed to
get enough of a grip to get up off Miori, and go to the door.

   "Nothing.  Nothing," I called down the stairs.  "We're just playing some
video games."

   "Well, settle down now.  I don't want any roughhousing in the house."

   Miori rolled over to face me on the bed, covering her mouth to keep from
laughing.  Her eyes were positively glowing, as she savored the whole
naughtiness of what we were doing.  Still naked and nervous, I shut down
the Wii, and pulled Miori up off the bed before Brandon came up.  We
hurriedly picked up our towels, and hung at the door for a moment trying to
hear if anyone was coming upstairs.  We made it back to my room alright,
and lay down on my bed.  My heart was still pounding away from the
excitement.

   "You are a naughty girl.  Do you know that?" I chastised.

   "What about you at the beach today?  I was the one who wanted to cover
up."

   The two of us lay there - still naked - but soon I heard someone coming
upstairs, so I got up, and pushed the door to, so they wouldn't see us.  We
continued to lie there listening as Loretta, Jennifer and Brandon came up,
and got ready for bed.

   Before long, Miori had drifted off to sleep, her cute breasts rising and
falling as she breathed.  She must have been so tired from the jet lag and
all.  I wanted to go brush my teeth, so I pulled on a longish t-shirt, and
dashed across to the bathroom.  I felt a bit guilty for having fooled
around in Brandon's room like that, but I was happy that we'd managed to
get away with it.  After brushing my teeth, I turned off the light in my
room, and tucked myself into bed.

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