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 Sleepovers in Japan

   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/

   When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview, I found out that
she didn't like wearing nighties to bed.  She didn't bring any with her,
and even though I live with an American family with a teenage son, she
didn't seem keen on putting one on.  Up until then, I'd only very rarely
slept in the nude, but the next summer when I went back to Japan, this
custom of hers was on my mind.  It was really hot out, and to tell you the
truth, I don't like wearing nighties much myself.  Almost from the first
night, I slept naked with all my windows open, but the door shut, so my mom
and dad wouldn't see.

   That first morning, I heard my mom rattling around in the kitchen
downstairs, so I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed a t-shirt, and nipped
down to have a quick shower.  When I was done, I toweled off, pulled the
t-shirt on, and started doing my make-up in the mirror just outside our
bath cubicle.  My dad was getting ready too, so soon, he opened the door,
and looked in on me.  His eyes shot down to my bare behind, which wasn't
quite covered by the short t-shirt I was wearing.  At first, he didn't say
anything, so I just ignored him, while I put on some strawberry lip gloss.
He had a funny look on his face though, trying his best not to stare, but
clearly quite fascinated by my bottom.

   "You should get dressed," he finally said.  He was trying to act all
stern and disapproving, but I could tell he was secretly quite excited to
have caught me naked.  The corners of his lips turned up in a little grin
as he looked me over.  Most guys seem to like my bottom, and it appeared
that my dad did too.

   "You've seen me naked before," I noted.  When I was young, we used to
bathe together as is Japanese custom.

   "Not lately," he frowned, pushing his glasses back, still peering down
at my behind.  My dad is usually so serious, but here he was ogling me like
some kind of schoolboy.

   "What about you?" I countered.  "I had the door closed until you barged
in." I wasn't angry really, but it made no sense to blame me for being
naked.  This little room was the change area for our bath.  I peered back
at him, pretending to be annoyed, but actually was getting kind of excited.
I know it's just my dad, but it was kind of fun seeing his reaction.

   "Where are you going all made up like that?" he asked, trying to sound
more fatherly.

   "I'm going to Tokyo to see a friend." I was actually going to see my
boyfriend, Ryosuke, but I didn't want to tell him that.  My dad continued
to stare at me, a bit uneasy with the situation.

   "How do I look?" I asked, turning toward him.  I was actually asking
about my make-up, but his eyes shot down to my still wet pubic hair. 
Covering my pussy, I slapped his shoulder.

   "Daddy!" I squealed, all embarrassed now.

   "You look fine.  You've grown into a beautiful young woman," he replied
more gently.  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he blushed.  "But
whatever you do, don't let your mother see you like this.  She wouldn't
like it."

   I stuck my lips out in a pout.  It was true that my mom doesn't like it
when I run around naked, but she was next door in the kitchen probably
unaware.

   "Yes daddy," I nodded obediently.  I knew he was hinting that I should
dress, but I was enjoying myself too much to stop now.  I think he was
enjoying it too, but was worried that mom would come to the door, and find
us.  He placed his hand on the small of my back, motioning for me to clear
out.  I snuggled up to his chest, peering up at him with puppy dog eyes,
but he just frowned his disapproval.  Finally, I slid past him, but
hesitated before going out into the hall.  It was kind of fun teasing my
dad, but I didn't want to upset my mom.  The coast seemed clear, so I
dashed out, and up the stairs before my mom saw.

   I got dressed, and headed up to Tokyo to go shopping with Ryosuke.  We
wandered around Shibuya and Harajuku checking out the latest fashions and
seeing what all had changed since last I was here.  We had supper together,
but we were both pretty jet-lagged, so we ended up saying good night, and
heading back to our own homes.  That night, I slept in the buff again.

   The next morning when I woke up, I could hear my mom downstairs fixing
breakfast.  I wanted to check my email, so I pulled on a t-shirt, and
scooted over to the den, where Dad keeps his computer.  Ryosuke wasn't on
messenger, so I signed into my email.  Soon, from behind me, I heard an,

   "Oh!" of surprise.  It was my dad again shocked to catch me bottomless
in his den.  I fingered my butt cheek confirming that he could see it below
the short hem of my t-shirt.

   "I was just checking my mail," I explained, all red now.  He came in
looking at the computer screen, trying to see who I was writing to.  I
covered the screen with my hands, so he shifted his gaze to my pussy.

   "You don't run around naked in California, I hope," he coughed, keeping
his voice down, so that my mom wouldn't overhear.  I covered my pussy,
worried that I'd upset him.

   "No," I answered uncertainly.  The son in my host family had caught me
naked a few times, but I was pretty sure he hadn't told his mom.  I pulled
my legs together, but I was getting all excited again.

   "I know you are a young lady now, and going through changes, but you
should try to be more careful.  You never know who may be watching."

   I nodded gravely.  I know he's just trying to look out for me, raise me
right, but he would have been more convincing if he didn't keep glancing
down at my pussy.

   "Do you want to use the computer?" I asked trying to change the subject.

   "No, go ahead.  Finish your mail." He checked the hall to make sure that
mom wasn't coming, but then turned back to ogle my bottom some more.  I
peered back at him, embarrassed.  I guess I should stop teasing him.  This
was getting too weird even for me.

   "That's OK.  I can do it later." I logged out, and stood up offering him
the chair.  He couldn't tear his eyes away from my behind though.

   "You look a bit like your mom did when she was younger," he mused.

   "Daddy!" I squealed slapping him on the shoulder as I slid past.  I
rushed back to my room, and pulled on some shorts before anyone else came,
and saw.  I felt kind of bad about it, but at least, he hadn't freaked out
completely.

   Soon after that, I got talking to Miori, the girl whom I met at a Shinto
festival a year or two before.  I'd only met her a few times at that point,
but we'd been writing back and forth.  She'd been so inspired by my stories
of California that lately she'd been talking about coming to the States
herself.  I'd been to her place in eastern Tokyo - her dad runs a kimono
shop - but she'd never been here to see us in Kamakura, so I invited her to
come sleep over.

   Dad and I picked Miori up at the station.  She was all excited to see
me, giving me a big hug.  In the car, she jabbered away asking all kinds of
questions about what it is like to live in the States.  Dad didn't say
much, but he peered over at her, amused by her girlish bubbliness.

   After supper, my family all disappeared off to other rooms, leaving
Miori and I to talk.  She had stories she wanted to tell, but they were too
embarrassing to talk about with my family around.  We talked about safer
topics, and eventually, my mom came to tell us the bath was ready.  Miori
followed me into the bath area, and kept babbling away as we got undressed.
When I first met her, she'd seemed quite a shy girl, but now she'd grown
into a vivacious young woman, quite sure of herself and her appeal.  She
looked down at my naked body with this twinkle in her eye, almost as if she
were a boy checking me out.

   Soon, I realized we needed some fresh washcloths and towels.  I called
for my mom, but Dad shouted back that she'd gone upstairs.  Perhaps a bit
infected by Miori's giddiness, I quickly dashed out - still naked - into
the dining room to fetch the towels myself.  Dad was in the next room
watching TV, but he could see me through the open door.  Miori, not
realizing my dad was right there, came out to the door to the dining room,
standing there - naked!  - right where Dad could see her.  Only slowly did
she realize that he was staring right at her, stunned to see her naked.

   Miori is well developed for her age.  She's thinner than I am and more
petit, but her breasts bulge out quite noticeably above her rib cage. 
She's got creamy white skin, and she keeps her lustrous black pubic hair
neatly trimmed.  In any case, my dad's eyes were bugging way out.  I guess
that's the first time he ever saw one of my friends naked.

   Miori finally noticed him gawking at her, and cried out,

   "Ohmigod!" She backed away from the door, shocked.  I grabbed two
towels, and came back, shooting my dad a dirty look.  I swear he had sat
straight up, craning his head trying to get another look at her.

   "Sorry," she bowed.  "I didn't realize.  I mean I thought..."

   "That's OK.  It was my fault.  I should have warned you."

   Miori was blushing bright red.  I guess it never occurred to her that I
would run around naked in front of my dad.  I never used to, but as I said,
lately, he'd caught me a couple of times, so it didn't seem like such a big
deal.

   This time though, Dad was so excited that he got up, and came over to
the door to take another look.  I tried to shoo him away, but he was
clearly too horny to listen.  Miori horrified, tried to cover up, but she
was clearly rattled.  I finally managed to herd her into the make up nook,
away from my dad's prying eyes.  I thought for a moment that Dad might
follow us in, but he eventually realized I was upset, and went back to the
living room.

   Miori kept babbling away, hysterical, almost crying.  I felt bad of
course, but honestly, I thought that she might be overreacting.  I mean if
she didn't want him to see her naked, she shouldn't have come out to the
dining room in the first place.  We both heard him answer when I called for
my mom.  She should have known he was right there.

   Eventually, she calmed back down, and we had our bath.  We dried off,
changed into our nighties, and scooted upstairs.  I was going to lay out a
futon on the floor for her, but Miori asked if she could share my bed.  I
said alright, and she crawled in next to me.  We stayed up late, talking
about all kinds of things.  Miori told me about Keisuke, my boyfriend's
younger brother who happens to be her classmate.  He sounded kind of shyer
than I expected.  I guess he is still young.  I teased her a bit that maybe
he liked her, but she just laughed.  Anyway, it sounded like they weren't
really at that stage yet.  That would be kind of funny if Miori and I ended
up dating brothers.  We could get together, and compare notes.

   The next morning, Miori and I got up, and had breakfast with my mom, dad
and Norika.  Dad couldn't stop grinning, clearly still picturing Miori
naked.  She still seemed embarrassed, avoiding his gaze.  I was glad they
didn't tell Mom.  She would freak for sure.

   Not long after that one of my oldest friends, Michiyo, invited me over
to her house.  Michiyo and I were besties in high school, and meeting her
reminds me of that time.  She was the same as ever.  She is a cute girl,
but much shyer than Miori.  A lot of guys liked Michiyo in high school, but
her romances never seemed to work out, partly because of her strict
parents, but also because of her shyness.  She did have a delicious sense
of humor, but she didn't show it to many people.

   Back in high school, she used to invite me over to her house a lot, so I
got to know her family.  Like Michiyo, her dad was pretty quiet most of the
time, but every once in a while, he'd slip in a joke.  Michiyo's younger
brother, Naoto, is pretty shy too.

   When I got to their house, we had supper with her parents.  Her mom is a
really good cook.  After supper, we sat around the supper table, while
Michiyo and her mom filled me in on the latest.  Our old classmates were
getting jobs, boyfriends, starting new lives.

   Eventually, Michiyo's mom excused herself, and disappeared off into the
back.  We moved to the living room, and sat with her father watching TV. 
Soon, Michiyo's mom came out, and said that the bath was ready.  Michiyo
showed me where the bath was, but she didn't seem interested in bathing
together.  I quickly got undressed, had a shower, and then soaked in the
warm tub for a bit.  Once I was done, I got back out, wrapped a towel
around myself, and called to Michiyo that she could use the bath.  She came
in, but there wasn't much room, so I grabbed my bag, and moved out into the
hallway to dry off.

   In the living room, Michiyo's dad was watching TV.  In just my towel, I
wasn't decent, so I squatted down, and fished out a t-shirt.  On TV though,
I heard this cool song playing.  I quickly pulled the t-shirt on, took off
the towel, and pushed down the hem of the t-shirt to cover up my pussy. 
Curious about the song though, I moved closer to the door to watch. 
Michiyo's dad turned to look at me.  I nodded a greeting, but embarrassed
by my bottomlessness, I kind of hid behind the door frame just out of view.
Suddenly, I remembered how my dad had seen Miori naked.  That was pretty
funny.

   "What's this program?" I asked, peeking my head out around the corner.

   "Music Station," he told me.

   "Are these guys famous?" I asked pointing to the band that was playing.

   "They're fairly new I guess.  I haven't really been following."

   Holding the towel in front of my pussy, I cautiously stepped forward
into the doorway.  He'd turned back to the TV, but to tell you the truth,
my hello kitty was already tingling away.  I guess I should have pulled on
some panties or something, but I was in a funny mood, curious as to what he
would do.  Trying to hear the song, I moved closer, feeling a little
nervous because nothing was covering my bare behind.

   Michiyo's dad stayed focused on the TV.  The hair on my head was still
dripping wet, so I backed up into the hall, and lifted the towel up to dry
my hair.  I tried to stay away from the door, so her dad wouldn't see.

   "So Emi, how is your school coming these days?" he called over to me.  I
cautiously tiptoed back to the door, hiding my pussy behind the door frame.

   "OK, I guess, Mr.  Kotani." I was so nervous!

   "So your English must be getting pretty good by now with all this time
your spending in the States."

   "I still have a lot to learn," I blushed.

   "Come on in, and sit down," he suggested, pointing to the sofa.  I knew
that I shouldn't.  My t-shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover my bare
bottom.  I didn't want to seem rude though.  Michiyo was still in the bath.

   I took a deep breath, and draped the towel across my pussy.  I knew this
was kind of crazy, but there was that whole thing with Miori flashing my
dad.  I was kind of curious how Mr.  Kotani would react.  I came out from
behind the door frame, watching his face.  His eyes were on the TV, but he
blinked as I tiptoed past, flashing him my behind.

   I plopped my bottom down on the sofa at the far end from where he was
sitting.  I was so wired by that point.  They had a throw on top, and the
soft fur was tickling my you-know-where.  I couldn't stop thinking about
what a terrible chance I was taking.  Mr.  Kotani finally turned to me, and
motioned for me to sit at his feet.

   "Here.  I'll dry your hair."

   Had he realized I was bottomless?  It was hard to tell for sure.  I slid
down off the couch, but as my bottom touched down, I could feel the plush
carpet brush against my pussy.  I was so excited it wasn't even funny
anymore.  Mr.  Kotani took the towel from me, and proceeded to fluff out my
hair.

   "I haven't seen Japanese TV for ages," I babbled, trying to hide my
excitement.  Soon, I heard the rattle of keys in the front door.  Oh god!
That's probably Naoto, Michiyo's kid brother back from outside.  I pulled
my legs together trying to hide my pussy, but you could still see my bare
butt cheek.  Naoto came in, said hi to his dad, and peered down at me
curiously.

   "Emi, what are you doing here?"

   I was so nervous, worried that he'd realized that I was naked, but he
was probably just wondering why I was at their house.

   "Michiyo invited me," I rushed to explain.

   "Oh," he said, nodding as he set down his bag.  He went off to the
kitchen, so I tried to figure out what to do.  I should probably go get my
clothes, but Mr.  Kotani was still working away on my hair.  I turned my
head, meaning to ask him to stop, but he continued to ruffle away.

   Before I could say anything, Naoto came back.  I tried to hide my pussy
with my ankles.  Naoto peered down at me curiously, clearly wondering where
my bottoms had got to.  I was so nervous he would realize I was naked, but
luckily, Michiyo came back, giving me an excuse to ask for my towel back.

   "Thanks, Mr.  Kotani.  I think it's almost dry," I told him, taking the
towel from him.  I slid it between my legs, covering my pussy, but
Michiyo's eyes zeroed in on my bare butt cheeks.

   "Emi, do you want me to get you some pajama bottoms?"

   Mr.  Kotani and Naoto both peered down at my bare behind, trying to act
normal, despite my crazy attire.  I blushed, my eyes fluttering under their
white hot gaze.  I wanted to cover up, but didn't really have anything I
could use.  Mr.  Kotani finally broke the awkward silence.

   "Maybe I should turn in." He brushed down the tent that had formed in
his trousers.  Still on my knees, I backed away, and bowed low wishing him
a good night.

   "Oyasumi nasai!"

   I'd hoped to distract them from my attire, but they were all still
peering at my behind.  Mr.  Kotani did finally leave though.  Michiyo once
again offered me some pajamas, but trying to be polite, I demurred.

   "But, can you turn down the lights?  It's kind of bright in here."

   Michiyo rotated the dimmer, and then scampered off to the kitchen.  I
don't think she'd realized I was naked or else she would have been more
insistent.  Naoto, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by my get-up.  He
sat down on the sofa, stealing the occasional glance at my thighs.  I
carried on the charade a while longer, trying to act normal, but it was
pretty clear he'd 'made' me, so I eventually stretched out showing him my
bare behind.

   This seemed to put Naoto off his stride though.  He tugged at his
collar, sweating all of a sudden.  I was worried too actually.  This was
clearly not normal, lying here half naked teasing him with my body.  I
don't know how I got into this.

   I slowly pulled the towel out from under me, vaguely intending to cover
up, but actually, I was curious, wondering what Naoto made of me.  He
didn't look upset, but he didn't say anything either.  He seemed to be
mulling it over wondering what to do.

   I heard Michiyo coming back though, so I lay face down, and draped the
towel across my rear.  She didn't like the look on Naoto's face though, so
she announced,

   "Here.  I'm going to run upstairs, and get you some decent p.j.'s, Emi.
And, turn down the TV.  Mom and dad are trying to sleep." She disappeared
off upstairs.  I glanced back at Naoto, but he wasn't moving, just sitting
there, lost in his thoughts.

   "How do you turn it down?" I finally asked.

   "Ah.  The remote's on the coffee table," he grunted.  He was stuck,
unable to process all this, so I finally got up on all fours, letting the
towel drop to the floor.  I crawled over to the table.  His eyes went wide,
as he focused in on my fanny, shocked that I was flashing it at him.  I was
more worried about the remote.

   "It's not working!" I whined.  He slowly dragged his gaze away from my
tush, and pointed to the TV/DVD switch on the side.

   "You have to flick that to TV."

   I finally managed to turn the TV down, and turned to him wanting to
share my happiness.  Naoto suddenly got up though, and picked up my towel.

   "You dropped this," he said holding it out.

   "Thanks," I blushed, taking it from him.

   "Or do you want me to finish drying your hair?" he offered.  I was so
confused and embarrassed, unsure where this was leading.  Michiyo would be
back any minute.

   "OK, but hurry," I told him, handing the towel back.  I scrambled over,
and kneeled at his feet, making no effort to hide my bare bottom.

   "You have a gorgeous body, Emi," Naoto whispered in my ear.  I felt
flattered, but then he motioned for me to pull my shirt up, and show him my
breasts.  I felt confused.  More than anything I was worried that Michiyo
might come, and find us in a compromising position.  He tried to pull my
shirt up himself, but he was so nervous his hands were shaking.  I grabbed
his hands, and tried to make him let go.  He'd lost it though, and leaned
down to kiss me.

   "I have a boyfriend," I told him, surprised by his sudden
aggressiveness. I knew it was partly my fault.  I'd gotten horny, and
teased him too much mostly because I thought he wouldn't try anything with
his family all here.  I grabbed the towel, and backed away, signaling for
him to be quiet.  We could hear Michiyo coming down the stairs.  I got up,
and ran to her, motioning for her to go back up, so we could get away from
Naoto.

   "What happened?" she asked.

   "Shh.  Keep your voice down.  Your parents."

   She went quiet, but we could hear panting noises coming from their room.

   "Are they..." (having sex?), I mouthed.

   "Um, yeah, maybe," Michiyo said, clearly embarrassed.  I guess that
makes sense.  Seeing me naked probably got her father's motor running.

   "What happened?" Michiyo repeated.

   "Nothing.  I'll tell you later."

   Michiyo and I went into her room, and shut the door.

   "They're still active," I marveled gesturing towards her parents.  It
was lucky in a way, because the noise moved the focus off of me.

   I finally pulled the pajamas on.  Michiyo set up a futon for me on the
floor of her bedroom, so eventually, we tucked in, and went to sleep.

   The next morning at breakfast, Naoto was sullen, but his parents seemed
kind of chipper.  When no one was looking, I signaled another apology to
Naoto.  I didn't really see them for a while after that, but that was quite
the night.

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