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 My Host Mom's Boyfriend

   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/

   My host mom Loretta has been dating this guy, Hank, for the last little
while.  I first met Hank a couple of years ago.  Loretta's kids and I all
kind of knew she was seeing someone, and then one day, he turned up at the
house.  I was a bit surprised because he was so handsome.  I mean not that
Loretta isn't good-looking or anything, but I've always pictured her as a
typical mom, so I thought she'd probably end up going out with someone
steady and serious I guess.

   Hank is kind of special though.  He has a sweet smile and a fit toned
body.  He is younger than Loretta, maybe in his early thirties.  He
apparently works as a building contractor.  Even when I first met him, he
seemed like a really nice guy.  Even though Loretta introduced me as 'the
exchange student who's staying with us,' he smiled, and gave me a friendly
wink.  I knew we were going to get along.

   We saw quite a bit of him after that.  On the days he wasn't working, he
would come over, hang out, and watch TV or whatever.  Loretta would be off
cooking supper, so I used to go in, and sit with him in the living room. 
At first, I felt a bit nervous.  I'd never really hung around with such a
hunky American guy.  It was obvious that he and Loretta were an item, but
sometimes, I would catch him glancing over at me.  Not that he flirted with
me or anything.  He just seemed curious for some reason.  It gave me
butterflies.

   One time in the summer, I had the day off, so I went to the beach with
my friend Asuna.  We had a good time swimming, and then at night, Asuna had
other plans, so I came home.  Hank was watching TV in the living room.  He
said 'hi' when I came in.

   I was kind of thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to get some lemonade.  I
was still in my pink bikini and white hoodie, and Hank turned to check out
my backside as I walked by.  I pretended not to notice, but it was hard to
stay calm with him checking me out like that.

   Loretta was working on this whole big spread in the kitchen.

   "What's going on?" I asked.

   "I'm holding a party here tonight.  Didn't I tell you?"

   "Oh, that's right.  Do you need some help?"

   "No, I'm fine." She looked down disapprovingly at my bikini.  "You'd
better hurry up, and get changed.  The guests will be arriving soon."

   Loretta never said much the other times I wandered around in my bikini.
I guess she didn't want me doing it with Hank here though.  I vaguely
nodded, and took my lemonade back to the living room.

   "What are you watching?" I asked Hank, curious.

   "I don't know.  Some stupid show."

   I pulled over one of the dining room chairs, and stepped across
straddling it.  Hank perked right up at this, examining my rear end more
carefully now.  I felt a bit guilty for teasing him, but Loretta was just
being silly.  I wear bikinis around the house all the time.  Why should
today be any different?

   "Is there anything else on?" I asked trying not to blush.

   "Not really.  What are those?" he said pointing toward some DVD's lying
on the floor.

   "Oh just some stuff I rented.  This one's good.  It's about a woman
boxer and her trainer."

   "Yeah, that sounds good!  Put it on."

   I got up off the chair, and kneeled down in front of the TV.  I could
feel his eyes on my rump as I leaned forward, and stuck the DVD into the
player.  I straightened back up, but I felt hot.  Still sitting on the
floor, I pulled off my hoodie, letting him see my bare back.

   The movie started playing, but there were these big black bars at the
top and bottom of the screen.

   "Oh no.  This is the wide screen version.  Maybe you have to flip it
over..."

   I leaned forward again, leaving my behind floating in the air.  I was
beginning to feel a little tingly down there.

   Hank straightened up in his chair, trying to hide his developing
hard-on. Had I gone too far?  I hadn't really meant anything by it.  I just
thought it would be kind of funny to tease him a bit, see how he'd react.
He was looking at me more seriously now, wondering perhaps if I was coming
on to him.  I decided to retreat to my room, before I get in trouble.  It
was kind of fun though getting him all excited like that.

   Up on the second floor, there was no sign of my host mom's kids Brandon
and Jennifer.  They must be out avoiding the party.  I didn't really want
to go either, but I didn't have any plans.  I sat down, and turned on my
computer.  I started up my chat program, and sure enough, my boyfriend
Ryosuke was online.

   "What are you doing?" I typed.

   "I got that webcam you were asking about.  Do you want to try?"

   It took us a few minutes to get it all set up, but soon, I could see his
smiling face.

   "Were you swimming?" he asked, noting my pink bikini.

   "Yeah, I was at the beach with Asuna.  What are you up to now? 
Loretta's having a party, but I'd rather go out.  Are you busy?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  I was planning on taking it easy."

   I was kind of disappointed to hear this.  I wanted to go out.

   "Is there anything I can do to change our mind?" I whispered into the
mike.  He raised an eyebrow.  I got up, closed the door, and came back.

   "Like what?"

   "Oh I don't know," I answered, playing hard to get.  "I was thinking of
having a shower."

   He gave me this kind of funny look.  I could tell he wanted to see me.
He was just too lazy to get ready.

   "Nah, I think I'll pass for today.  I appreciate the offer though."

   Unwilling to give up so easily, I pulled the straps on my bikini off my
shoulders and down.

   "Are you sure you don't want to join me?  I need someone to scrub my
back." I don't like being turned down.  Ryosuke licked his lips, but just
sat there staring blankly at the screen.  I felt a bit embarrassed, but I
finally undid my top, and took it off, showing him my bare breasts.  He
perked right up.

   "Can you show me a bit more?"

   Shivering a bit, I stood up, and slowly pulled down my bottoms, showing
him my pussy and then my behind.  He wiped some drool from the corner of
his mouth.  I was sure I had him, till the doorbell rang downstairs.

   "Oh, shoot!  Loretta's guests are here." I sat back down on the chair,
but the moment had passed.  His eyes narrowed.  He told me to give him a
call later, but I knew he wasn't coming.  He did seem very tired.  I felt
frustrated.  I hate it when he ignores me like this.  Maybe I should look
for a new boyfriend, someone who's more interested in me.

   I shut off the chat, wrapped a towel around me, and snuck across to the
bathroom.  I could hear the guest's voices from downstairs.  Maybe I'll
just stay up here, and read or something.  Soon though, I heard Loretta
calling from downstairs.

   "Emi!  Emi!  Are you ready yet?  The guests are all here."

   I turned off the shower, and quickly dried myself off.  Figuring
everyone was still downstairs, I came out into the hall naked, rubbing my
hair with the towel.

   "You can eat without me.  I'll get something later," I shouted down the
stairs.

   "K."

   I turned to go back to the bathroom, but there standing in Loretta's
doorway was Hank!  He'd clearly been watching me, all excited to see me
naked.  I covered my mouth in shock.  I was so flustered I even dropped my
towel.

   "Wha- wha- what are you doing here?" I blurted out.

   "It's OK.  Relax," Hank whispered.  "I just came up to get something..."

   We just stood there, staring at each other, not sure what to do.

   "Wow!" he finally said.  "You've got a great body!"

   I blew the hair out of my eyes, marvelling at how he could be so casual
about the whole thing.  We could hear Loretta downstairs though.  He
signaled for me to shush, and motioned for me to come closer.  I wasn't
sure what he was suggesting.  Was he try to start something?  Or trying to
get me to hide before Loretta came up, and found us?  I couldn't tell
which.

   I reached down for my towel, but he moved forward too, and we collided.
I was so nervous my whole body was shaking.  Giving up on the towel, I
finally dashed back to my room, closing the door behind me.  My heart was
beating nonstop.  I couldn't believe I'd just flashed him like that.  What
must he think?

   Hank gently rapped at the door.

   "Sorry," he whispered, but I was too worked up to answer.  How could I
do such a thing?  Loretta will freak if she finds out.

   Hank eventually gave up, and went downstairs.  I lay there on my bed
playing the whole thing over in my head.  How could I be so stupid?  Shoot.
I really hope I don't get in trouble for this.

   Eventually though, I started getting hungry.  I got dressed, and went
downstairs.  Hank looked repentent, but Loretta clearly had no idea what
had happened.  That's a relief.  I didn't want this to turn into something
bigger than it was.

   For the next little while, I avoided Hank.  He looked genuinely
apologetic.  I eventually decided I was overreacting.  It was all just a
big misunderstanding.  Hank was with Loretta, and that had nothing to do
with me.

   Then, one night, I went out to supper with my friend Satomi to Ryosuke's
restaurant.  Ryosuke's boss, Mr.  Ueda was there, and he treated us to a
little sake.  Ryosuke still had to work, so I came home.  I was feeling a
little neglected.  Ryosuke always seems so busy.

   When I came in, I found Hank in the living room watching TV with the
lights down low.  Loretta, Brandon and Jennifer had apparently gone to bed.

   "You're home late," he noted.  I pulled off my shoes, and stumbled in
trying to shake off the effects of the sake.

   "Uh, yeah, sorry," I apologized, pulling my hair back out of my eyes. 
"You're here late too.  Are you sleeping over?" I'd long suspected that
Loretta and Hank were sleeping together, but this was the first time I'd
seen him here so late.

   "No, I guess I'll be heading home soon.  I was just sort of sitting here
recharging my batteries for the trek home," he smiled.  I went over, trying
to see what he was watching.  "Have a seat," he offered.  I looked at him,
a bit surprised by his sudden friendliness.

   "No, that's OK.  I'd better go upstairs, and have a shower."

   His eyes narrowed, obviously remembering having caught me naked a few
weeks before.  I excused myself, and ran upstairs.  What did I have to go,
and mention the shower for?  It'd taken us this long just to get back to
talking again, but here I'd gone, and dredged up that whole incident again.
That was a silly thing to do.

   I peeked out my door, just to make sure he was still downstairs, and
then quickly stripped out of my clothes.  For some reason, I couldn't stop
thinking about that night.  What had he said?  'You have a great body.' I
was glad that someone appreciated it.

   I nipped across to the bathroom, had a quick shower, and toweled off. 
Back in my room, I pulled on a pair of big bulky boy-style pj's.  I was
getting thirsty, so I headed back downstairs to get a drink.  Hank was
still sitting there quietly in the dark watching a monster movie.  I sat
down on the sofa across from him.

   "So Emi, what are you up to these days?  I haven't seen you for a
while."

   I eyed him nervously.  He'd noticed I'd been avoiding him.

   "Not much.  My friend Asuna's having a pajama party on Saturday," I
blabbed, all nervous again.  He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

   "What are you going to wear?" he asked.  I looked at him cautiously,
wondering why he seemed so interested.  I guess it was a harmless enough
question, but for some reason, everything kept reminding me of that night.

   "I don't know.  I haven't really decided yet."

   "What kind of pajamas do you have?" he persisted.  I glanced over,
wondering if I should show him.  I guess it's no big deal.

   "OK, wait here.  I'll be right back." I ran upstairs, and fished through
my drawers.  A lot of my pj's were in the laundry, but I did find one long
flower-print nightgown and my frilly white baby doll nightie and shorts.  I
looked them over, and finally decided to take them too.  I tiptoed back
downstairs, careful not to wake Loretta.  I held up the nightgown for him
to see.

   "How's this?"

   "I can't really tell.  Maybe you'd better try it on," he suggested.  I
hesitated, a bit embarrassed.

   "Try it on?" I asked, confused.  Was he asking me to change right here
in front of him?

   "Yeah, sure.  In the kitchen or wherever."

   I glanced over at the kitchen door.  Surely, he wouldn't try to spy on
me again, would he?  He seemed calm enough, so I finally went into the
kitchen, and closed the door.  I don't know why, but I was getting all
excited.  I checked the door, just to make sure he wasn't trying to peek,
and then undid the buttons on my top, and pulled it off.  I wasn't wearing
a bra, so I felt a bit self-conscious standing here topless in the kitchen,
my breasts sticking out.  I quickly pulled the nightgown on over my head,
and then shed my bottoms.  The gown wasn't terribly low cut or anything, so
I looked decent enough.

   I stepped out into the living room to show him.  I felt naughty though
because I wasn't wearing any undies.

   "Nice," he grinned looking me up and down.  "What's that other outfit?"

   "Oh, that.  I don't think I can wear that one."

   "Why not?  It looks nice."

   "Yeah, it looks OK, but the panties tie at the sides.  The bows always
come loose."

   He got up from his chair, and got me to show them to him.

   "Maybe you're not tying them on right.  Have you tried a slip knot?" His
eyes were kind of shining in the darkness.

   "What's that?"

   "It's a special kind of knot sailors use.  I used to work on a ship. 
Here try them on, and I'll show you."

   I guess I knew this was heading in a dangerous direction, but for some
reason, it seemed reasonable at the time.  Maybe I was still feeling the
effects of the sake I'd had earlier.  I gathered up my pj's, and headed
back to the kitchen to change again.  I got the nightie on easily enough,
but the strings on the panties were as slippery as ever.  I tied them in a
bow as tightly as I could, and then cautiously peeked out the door to the
living room.

   "This is kind of embarrassing," I blushed, hiding behind the door.

   "No worries.  Come on out, and let me see."

   I stepped out into the living room, and showed him.

   "Wow!" he gushed.  "You look gorgeous."

   I blushed covering my crotch with my hand.

   "Hey, don't worry," he said.  "The hem is long enough you could probably
get away with wearing no panties at all."

   "Oh, I don't know," I shook my head.  "That might be a bit much."

   "Here let me see..."

   I rubbed my face, my whole body burning with embarrassment.  I slowly
lifted up the hem of the nightie showing him the silky white panties.

   "Turn around," he told me.  I did.

   "Wow!  You've got the cutest little a-..." He broke off mid-word.

   "What?"

   "No, nothing.  Here let me see the ties."

   What was he going to say?  I have the cutest little what, I wonder.  I
went over, and stood in front of the big armchair where he sat.  He
motioned for me to come closer.

   "You're just using bows, are you?  No wonder." He gave one bow a gentle
tug, and it came undone.  I gasped as my panties slipped, and almost fell
before he caught them.  I now felt insanely exposed standing here in the
living room with him holding my panty ties.

   "So how do you make this slip knot, was it?" I asked, my voice
quivering. He made a loop with either end, and then passed one loop inside
the other, and then tightened it.  It did look a bit safer than a simple
bow.

   "Here.  You try?" he said pointing to the bow on the other side.  I
turned my back to him, and undid that bow, while he quickly pulled apart
his own slipknot.  My pussy was starting to tingle like crazy.  With him
sitting and me standing, he was staring right at my behind.

   "Here, sit down," he motioned pointing to his lap.  At first, I
resisted, but then he pulled the string he was holding down, peeking in
amusement at my bare backside.

   "Hey, cut that out!" I quickly sat down on his knee desperately trying
to hide my rump.

   "Honestly, Emi, I swear you've got the cutest ass I've ever seen."

   I grabbed one of the armrests trying to straighten up, but clearly, I'd
taken my teasing too far.  He'd pulled my panties away from my rear, and
was pulling me back into him, letting me feel the size of his erection. 
When I grabbed the other armrest to get up, he pulled my panties clear off.
I looked down in shock at my pussy, lit up by the light shining in through
the front window.  He'd wrapped his strong hands around my hips, and was
poking me with his erection.

   Soon though, we heard rustling from upstairs.  My squealing must have
woken Loretta.  We heard her get up, and come out to the top of the stairs.

   "Emi, is that you?"

   I tried to keep quiet, but Hank had his hand down between my legs,
probing for my clitoris while I struggled to break free.

   "Yeah, it's me," I squeaked trying not to squeal.

   "Is someone down there with you?" she asked, suspicious.  Had she heard
Hank's voice?  I looked back at Hank, but he was too horny to think
straight.

   "Um, yeah, Hank and I were just watching some TV."

   Hearing that, Loretta started coming down the stairs!

   "Hank, darling, sorry I didn't realize you were still here.  I must have
drifted off."

   Panicking, I scrambled to my feet, and dove over onto the couch.  Hank
seemed amused by my desperation, but I didn't think it was funny at all.  I
was terrified that Loretta would realize I was bottomless.  She came over
to the sofa, standing right behind me.

   "Emi, don't you have school tomorrow?  Shouldn't you go to bed?"

   I froze.  She obviously wanted me to stand up, but I couldn't not
dressed like this.  I waited till she started coming round the sofa, and
then made a mad dash for the stairs.  Hank peered over at amused at my bare
backside, but I don't think Loretta got a good look.  Sheesh!  That was
close!

   Back up in my room, I pulled on some panties.  I couldn't really hear
what they were talking about, and worse still, my panties were still down
there on Hank's chair I guess.  Soon, I heard Hank's van start in the
driveway, so he must have gone home.  I waited till I heard Loretta come
back up, and only then snuck down to recover my nightwear.

   The next morning, Loretta seemed as cheerful as ever, so I don't think
she figured out what had happened.  I was so relieved.  I promised myself
to be more careful.  Hank seemed pretty edgy the next few times I saw him,
but luckily he didn't try anything else.

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