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 My First Time Playing Squash

   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/

   Hi there.  It's me, Emi, again.  I was going through my old diaries, and
I noticed one part I wrote a long time ago, but haven't posted.  I guess it
all happened a couple of years ago when my boyfriend Ryosuke and I first
started to get more serious.  I was such a basket case in those days.  I
was so in love with him, but I didn't really know what I should be doing to
make him happy, so I ended up doing some pretty silly things.  Now I would
like to think I'm a bit more mature, but anyway, I hope you'll make
allowances.  We were all young once.

   I think this happened just after our second "tryst" in the walled-in
garden on campus.  That was a weird time really.  Ryosuke and I were just
getting to know each other, but here we were playing all these crazy sex
games.  I was absolutely terrified that I was going to do or say something
in front of my friends that would give me away.  I was especially careful
about my clothes dressing conservatively at school, keeping on my best
behavior so that no one would suspect.  I guess after we'd made love
outside a few times more, I started to enjoy it more, but this all happened
when I was still really frightened and unsure.

   Anyway, I guess it was a Sunday.  I was just sitting around the house,
watching TV with my host family's kids, Brandon and Jennifer.  It was
raining out, and I didn't really feel like studying.  My mom had sent me a
care package from Japan, so I made some Japanese Ramen (noodles) for my
host family for lunch.  I wasn't really homesick, but having the noodles
did remind me of home, and I started wondering what my friends back in
Japan were doing.  I just kind of sat there quietly thinking.  Even my host
family's kids were pretty quiet that day.

   As I was sitting there, suddenly, the phone rang and it was Ryosuke.  I
was so happy to hear from him.  Even though I was worried about this stuff
we were getting into, I did really like him, so I was glad he called.

   We started talking, and then he invited me to go for a swim (at least I
thought that's what he said) at the fitness center on campus.  I was happy
to have something to do.  As soon as I hung up, I ran upstairs and put on
my swimsuit.  A date, at last.  What should I wear?  I didn't want to wear
anything too fancy to the fitness center, so I dug out this comfy navy
hoodie I have and the matching skirt, and put them on over the swimsuit.  I
stuffed a towel and shampoo and a few other things into my bag, ran down
the stairs, and headed out the door.

   "Bye, everyone.  I probably won't be back for supper."

   Because it was raining, I grabbed an umbrella, and waited for the bus.
When I finally got to the fitness center, Ryosuke was already there, but
there were, like, these two squash racquets sticking out of his bag.

   "I thought you said we were going swimming."

   "Oh yeah, just before I left, one of my friends called saying that he
had reserved a squash court for 3 o'clock, but couldn't go, so I thought
you might want to try."

   I'd never played squash in my life.  I played tennis and ping pong a
little in high school, but I'd never even seen a squash court.  I just
stood there looking at him for a while, and I guess he could tell I was
upset.  Finally he said,

   "OK, I'll tell you what.  First we'll go for a short swim, and then
we'll play some squash.  How does that sound?"

   "Really?"

   "Sure."

   I was so happy.  We went to our separate changing rooms, and then met
again on the inside.  I came out, and I was all ready to practice (I was
getting into swimming more then).  Ryosuke didn't seem to like my swimsuit
so much.  It was the big navy one-piece that I used to wear in high school.

   Anyway, we swam for a while, but it was starting to get near 3 o'clock,
so we went back to our changing rooms.  I took off my swimsuit, had a
shower, and then toweled off.  I felt refreshed after the swim, and was in
more of a mood to try squash.  I walked naked from the shower to the change
room feeling a bit naughty as passed some other girls.  I found my locker,
and got out my towel, and dried off.

   Pulling my bag out of the locker, I started to rummage around inside it
looking for my underwear, when it slowly dawned on me that I hadn't brought
any.  I hadn't even thought of it when I left the house.  Now what am I
going to do?

   I thought about putting my bathing suit back on, but it was all wet and
cold and clammy.  Still naked, I walked over to the sinks, and wrung it
out, but it was still soaking wet.  I can't wear this!  I went back to my
locker, and puzzled over what to do.

   Some of the other girls kind of looked over at me because I was standing
here naked.  I reluctantly took out my hoodie and skirt, and pulled them
on. The fluffy material felt kind of ticklish on my naked skin.  It was
giving me butterflies, getting me excited.  I straightened my clothes, and
tried not to smile as I walked to where the mirrors were.

   On the outside, I looked normal enough I guess, but I could definitely
feel the air on my pussy.  The hoodie was kind of big and bulky, so you
couldn't really tell that I didn't have a bra on, but the problem was the
skirt.  It is not as short as some of my skirts, but it isn't long either.
I twirled around to look at the back.  Maybe it'll be OK if I don't jump
around too much.  I nervously tugged at the hem.  At least, the material
was fairly thick, so it wouldn't billow up in the wind or anything.

   I went back to the locker, and looked at my swimsuit again.  It was
still wet, so I hung it up, and shut the locker.  I went over to the
entrance, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.

   The minute I went out, I could feel the breeze all over my body.  I
swear I could really feel how naked I was.  My outfit was kind of loose
fitting, so I could barely feel the material.  I looked down to check.  The
skirt seemed long enough, but as soon as I took a step I could feel the air
rushing in tickling me between the legs.

   I finally noticed Ryosuke, standing over by the front desk.  I walked
over, pressing my lips together, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I
was.  My face felt hot.  He had a mildly bored look on his face.

   "Sorry, I was just ...  um figuring out what to wear.  I left my
swimsuit in there," I told him, immediately worrying that I'd given myself
away.  Ryosuke wasn't really looking at me though.  I guess his mind was on
other things.

   Standing closer to the door made me even more aware of the breeze.  I
couldn't stop thinking about my naked body.  I looked around, but everyone
was just going about their business, not really noticing me.  My face must
have been bright red by then.

   "C'mon.  Let's go.  It's almost three," Ryosuke noted calmly.

   We walked down to where the courts were, but the pair before us were
still finishing up their game.

   "C'mon, if we go upstairs we can watch them play," Ryosuke suggested.

   There was a narrow stairwell leading up to the gallery.  Ryosuke waited
at the door, but I motioned for him to go first.  If I went up, he'd
realize I didn't have anything on under this short skirt.  He went ahead,
and I followed, but now I was worried someone else would come up from
behind.  This is crazy.  I'd better go get some undies before I get found
out.  I stopped, but Ryosuke kept going, so I had to follow.

   "Hey!  Wait up!"

   When we got to the top, there was a gallery looking out over the courts.
Ryosuke went over, and looked down at them playing.  I worried that the
people below would be able to see up my skirt, so I stood a few steps back
from the railing.

   "C'mon.  Take a look.  It's a bit like tennis," Ryosuke smiled.  Slowly,
I edged towards the railing.  I could see the small ball bouncing off the
wall, but I couldn't see the players at first.  The viewing platform was on
an overhang, so you had to really lean forward to see them.  Ryosuke held
me steady, as I leaned out.  I pushed down my skirt worried they could see.
Thankfully, the two of them seemed to be concentrating on the game. 
Gradually, I eased up, letting the skirt hang freely.  I swear I felt like
a stripper or something, but fortunately, my "audience" was too busy to
notice.

   Soon enough, they finished playing.  Ryosuke led me back down the
stairs. I held my skirt down, but when he reached the corner, he turned,
and looked up at me.  I was so nervous that I slipped, and fell back on to
the stairs.  I was stunned unsure what had happened.

   "Are you OK?" Ryosuke asked.  I suddenly realized you could see my
pussy, so I closed my legs, hoping he hadn't realized I was pantiless.

   "Uh yeah," I said standing up.  He helped me brush off my skirt.  I
peered over at him, my heart pounding, wondering if he had noticed or not.
He seemed to be probing with his fingertips, feeling through the material
for my non-existent underwear.  I let out a little yelp, surprised by his
forwardness.  I was so nervous I was shaking.

   Ryosuke finally reached down, and lifted up the front of my skirt,
peering down at my bush.

   "For god's sake, Emi, where are your panties?"

   "I forgot them at home," I whined, trying to explain.  He looked so
shocked for some reason.  I guess he didn't know what a naughty girl I
could be.  We'd made love a few times, but he always took the lead.

   He reached down to check how wet I was, but I broke away, and backed up
the stairs, straightening my skirt.  I could hear people's voices in the
corridor and the sound of the squash balls bouncing on walls.

   "Please Ryosuke, not here."

   He just looked at me, but finally continued on down the stairs without
saying anything.  When I got out into the corridor, he was splashing water
on his face at a fountain.  I think finding out that I was pantiless had
gotten him all hot and bothered.  I think he realized this was not the
ideal place to have sex, so that's why he was fristrated.  I was pretty
excited too, but there was nothing we could do.  There were too many people
around.

   Anyway, eventually, we went into the squash court, and Ryosuke showed me
how to play.  He was distracted obviously, still thinking about my pussy I
guess, but I tried to listen.

   "Basically, it's like tennis except you play up to nine points."

   We started to play, but when I'd swing my racket, my skirt would swirl
up.  I squealed, and batted it back down, but this seemed to be getting him
excited.  The sexual tension was running high, but then he missed an easy
return, and I couldn't help but laugh.

   "Hey!  I haven't played for a while either, you know," he explained. 
That broke the tension a bit.

   At first, I was so worried about keeping my skirt down, but eventually,
I got more into the game.  I began to jump around a bit more, giving him
peeks at my bare bottom.  Once I jumped so high that my whole skirt
billowed up.  I turned around worried that someone might have seen, but
there was no one at the window or upstairs.  Ryosuke just snickered.

   After we'd warmed up for a while, we started to play games.  I thought
that Ryosuke would be really good, but actually, he wasn't that much better
than me.  Finally he said,

   "To make this more interesting, let's play for something."

   I looked at him suspiciously.

   "OK, how about this?  If you win, I have to do one favor for you,
anything you want.  If I win, you have to do something."

   I was even more suspicious, but he just smiled.

   "C'mon, it'll be fun."

   I knew full well where this might lead, but anyway, I nodded OK.

   "OK, great."

   I managed to win the first game, and I got him to promise to buy me a
new bathing suit.  I knew he wanted me to get one anyway, so it seemed like
a good thing to ask for.  I was beginning to feel pretty proud of my play,
and was wondering what to ask for next, when in our next game, he suddenly
started playing seriously.

   "Hey, no fair."

   "C'mon, you won the first game." He let me win a few points back, but
started playing for real again.  I ended up losing.

   "You were just pretending to be bad, weren't you?"

   "What?  No.  You won the first game."

   "So what do I have to do?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

   "OK, how's this?  All you have to do is take off your skirt."

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   "I can't do that.  People going by will see." We both looked at the
window and up to the balcony.  We'd seen people in the halls earlier. 
Ryosuke took out his towel, and hung it over the window.

   "There."

   "What about upstairs?" I asked.

   "If you stand back here, no one can see you anyway.  There's no one up
there anyway."

   I went to the far side, and looked up, but I couldn't see anyone.

   "OK, but if someone comes, I get to put my skirt back on."

   He just smiled.  I walked to the back wall, and set down my racquet.

   "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this.  You'd better buy me a nice
swimsuit."

   He nodded.  I took a deep breath, and slipped my skirt down and off. 
This was pretty crazy.  Who knows how many people were there that day? 
Probably quite a few.  I set my skirt down on top of my backpack, and
nervously pulled the hem of my hoodie down trying to cover up my bush.  I
felt so humiliated.

   "I feel silly."

   "You look great, sweetie." He came over, and gave me a pat on the
bottom. Truth to tell, I was pretty turned on, but I didn't want him to
know.  I picked up the ball and racquet.

   "My serve?" I won the next few points mainly because Ryosuke was staring
at my bush.  His shorts had formed a little tent.  He tried to concentrate
though, and soon won a few points back.  To tease him, I walked to the
front of the court, and bent over to pick up the ball.  We could hear
voices in the halls, but I don't think they were coming from the gallery,
even so, I was taking a terrible chance fooling around like this.  I was
too excited to play though, so I lost the game.

   "Take off your hoodie," he demanded, his voice cracking from the
tension.

   Even though I was already bottomless, I was reluctant to part with my
last cover.

   "C'mon.  Be a good girl now."

   I straightened up, and pulled my shoulders back to make my breasts look
as big as possible.  Ryosuke started clapping as I pulled the hoodie off
over my head.  I motioned for him to shush worried that someone would here.
I was naked now except for my white tennis shoes, pink socks and my black
watch.  I felt so kinky dressed like this, like some kind of playboy model.
Not knowing quite what to do, I kneeled down, and straightened my socks. 
My breasts seemed bigger than usual, maybe because I was so excited. 
Trying to make sense of this craziness, I picked up my racquet.

   "We'd better hurry before someone comes." I peered up at the viewing
deck.  I felt terribly vulnerable.  We could hear games going on in the
other courts.  "Are you sure this is safe?" I asked.  I hid against the
back wall trying to stay out of sight.

   "Yeah, it'll be OK, at least till 4 o'clock," he told me.  I checked my
watch.  It was already 3:50.

   "OK we'd better hurry.  Make this the last game," I said trying to sound
calm.

   "No, we've got plenty of time.  Let's play two or three more."

   I was so nervous that someone would come.  Ryosuke kept peering over at
me really getting off on seeing me run around naked.  He won the next game
too.

   "Now what?" I asked worried.  He walked over to my backpack, and stuffed
my clothes in it.

   "Listen, I'm going to go upstairs for a minute.  You just keep on
playing." He picked up our bags, and opened the door.

   "Hey, wait a second.  What about me?" I huddled close to the wall in
case anyone was walking by.

   "Oh, don't worry.  I'll be around." He almost closed the door, but
noticed the towel over the window, and took it too.

   "Hey!" I protested.  Now people walking by in the hall could see in.  I
was so nervous now.  I mean there I was naked in the center with who knows
how many people around.  I stood pressing my backside against the wall,
praying for Ryosuke to hurry up and come back.  It was almost four, and the
next pair would be here soon.  This is crazy.  Suddenly, I heard Ryosuke's
voice from above.

   "Hey, I can't see you," he complained.

   "Listen, Ryosuke.  I don't think this is such a good idea."

   "Nah, it'll be fine.  Trust me.  Just play a bit, out where I can see
you." I took a step from the wall, and peered out the window.

   "Was there anyone in the hall?"

   "No, I don't think so."

   "You don't think so?"

   "Relax.  There's no one there."

   "I don't know, Ryosuke, I mean I think this is way too dangerous."

   "Hurry up, and play before the next people come."

   I looked at my watch.  It was 3:55.  Not sure what else I could do, I
walked out to the center, and hit the ball against the wall.  Ryosuke had
his camera out, and was taking pictures.

   "Hey, stop that."

   "It'll make a great memento."

   I was really so nervous, but I humored him, and played a bit more while
he snapped shots.  Soon though, I stopped, too worried to continue.

   "Ryosuke, throw me down my clothes.  It's almost four."

   "I've got a better idea.  You come up here."

   "This is no time for jokes."

   "Come on.  Quick like a bunny," he insisted.  "It'll be OK."

   I slowly realized he was serious.  I really didn't want to go out into
the hall stark naked, but I didn't have much choice.  I walked to the door,
and looked out.  It looked quiet enough.  I opened it a crack.  A cool rush
of air washed over my body.  My head was swimming.  Half crazy with
embarrassment, I stepped out into the hall, and ran to the stairs.  I sped
up the stairs, but when I got to the top, I realized that the players in
the other courts could see.  Ryosuke was still taking pictures, enjoying my
embarrassment.

   "WoW!  You're amazing!" he gushed.

   Shivering with fear, I tiptoed past the first court.  I could see the
players, but they were focused on their game.  My heart was beating away
like crazy.  I was so nervous I dropped the squash ball I was carrying, and
it bounced down into one of the courts.  The players looked up, so I backed
away from the edge.  I wasn't sure if they could see me or not.  The
tension in the air was incredible.

   "Did someone lose a ball up there?" one guy called up.  Ryosuke
answered,

   "Sorry.  I'll be right down to get it."

   I was worried he was going to run off with my clothes, but luckily, he
finally took pity, and handed me my bag.  I sat my bare bottom down on the
cold floor, and dug out my skirt and hoodie.  Still worried about those
players below, I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

   I eventually got dressed, but I still didn't have any underwear on.  We
ran into some people in the halls, who looked down curiously at my bare
thighs.  Even Ryosuke could sense the danger, so he let me go to the change
room to retrieve my swimsuit.  I felt so relieved when it was still there
in the locker.  Quickly, I had a shower, and got dressed.  The swimsuit
still felt funny, but it was drier than before.

   After that, we went to a fast food restaurant near campus, and I told
him how I'd left the house in a hurry, so that's why I forgot my undies. 
He doesn't believe me though.  He thinks I did it on purpose to tease him.
Anyway, I still go to that fitness center, but that was probably the first
time I ever did anything like that.

   Anyway, I've got a whole bunch more things I want to tell you so I'll
try to write again soon.  Take care.

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