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 The Girl Next Door 2: Cheerleading practice By Martin Suncrest

   The story so far: I'm an American, a translator living and working out
of a cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. 
Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, an beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really intending to, I have
discovered a secret about the shy young Mayu: she has a great body but no
great love of underwear.  One afternoon, I spotted her out in her backyard
in a thigh-length t-shirt and not much else, and even ran into her and her
best friend Megumi late one night at a convenience store in the same
outfit. As you might guess, I've become fascinated with this adventurous
young miss, and have been trying to figure out how to strike up a
conversation, and maybe get to know her a little bit better.

   The next few days just dragged by.  I tried to finish up all my work,
but I couldn't stop thinking of Mayu.  I usually caught a glimpse of her
leaving in the morning and when she came home in the afternoon, but she
didn't come out into the yard anymore.  Maybe I should just go down there,
and knock on her door.  Still, her mom seemed to be home a lot.  Maybe
that's why she wasn't coming out.  It felt like she was under heavy guard.
For all I knew, she might just feel the same way.

   A few days later, I got an email from my friend John asking where on
earth I got the picture I'd sent him of Mayu's cute little ass.  He
couldn't believe I'd taken it.  Oh well.  I guess I'll just have to enjoy
this myself for now.  But how on earth am I ever going to get to talk to
her?

   By luck, one afternoon not long afterward, I managed to stumble onto
her. It was hot in my apartment, and I was getting tired of working inside,
so I packed up my laptop, and headed out for a nearby park, Komazawa
Olympic Park.  It was built for the Tokyo Olympics in 1964, so it has all
kinds of facilities: an outdoor swimming pool, tennis courts, an archery
range, and two baseball diamonds, all in a pleasant treed setting.  On the
edge of the park, there is even an interesting little art gallery.  Tucked
away in the back, there are a few peaceful corners with shaded picnic
tables where I sometimes go to relax, and enjoy the breeze on hot summer
days.

   Anyway, I picked out my spot, and took out my laptop half intending to
work, but before long, I heard the voices of young girls coming this way. I
turned, and a group of ten or so high school girls dressed in t-shirts and
navy gym shorts ("bloomers") came parading by.  It was just past 3:30, so
this must be some kind of after-school activity or club.  As I looked
closer, I realized that Mayu was among them.  This must be her school's
cheerleading team come to practice in the park.  They walked by gabbing
away happily.  My curiosity peaked, I hastily packed up my laptop, and went
after them, keeping back a safe distance.

   Just short of one of the buildings, they turned, and disappeared out of
sight behind a line of trees.  I cautiously entered the wood, and then
stopped when I came to the edge of a little grassy clearing where they were
setting down their things.  They were all quite cute, sporty looking in
their tight little gym uniforms.  Some of them were a bit chunkier than
Mayu, but fit and athletic looking all the same.  Many of them, Mayu
included, had their long silky black hair tied up in ponytails to keep it
out of their eyes I guess.  They all exuded a healthy giggly girlish
innocence I found quite fetching.

   The place they had chosen was fairly secluded.  Behind them, there were
some bushes and then more trees blocking the view from the building, but
surely anyone walking by on the path they'd come in from would be able to
see them.  I reeled back in disbelief though as I suddenly realized they
were intending to change into their cheerleading uniforms right here in the
middle of this bustling park!

   Sensibly though, most of the group formed a little circle around the
ones who were changing to shield them from view.  The guards weren't that
vigilant though, and from my vantage point, I could see well enough what
was going on in the middle of the group.  One after another, they would
strip off their t-shirts, and quickly pull on their cheerleading tops. 
Their lacy white sports bras fit snuggly over their nubile young breasts.
Next, they would pull on their cheerleading skirts over their bloomers. 
The skirts were wide and flared and not terribly long, so as they pulled
down their bloomers, I usually got a little peek at their white cotton
panties as they bent over.

   Mayu stood in the outer circle for a long time chatting happily away
with her teammates.  Finally, it came her turn, and she moved to the middle
of the circle.  Before she started to change though, she looked all around.
As her gaze turned this way, I moved behind a tree, a bit frightened now
that she might have seen me.  When I peeked back out, she seemed satisfied
though, and quickly peeled off her t-shirt, and slid her cheerleader top
on. I just caught a brief glimpse of her bra-covered tits, but they looked
quite sexy, filling out nicely her frilly white bra.  She turned away from
me, and quickly pulled on her skirt.  She slid her hands inside it from the
bottom, but then paused for a long time as if she were trying to get up her
nerve.  I'd seen her do this before back at her house, so I already had a
sneaking suspicion what she might be up to.

   She slowly slid her bloomers down her silky young thighs, but it took me
another second before I could confirm that she was sliding down her panties
with them.  With panties mid-thigh, she paused for a moment to straighten
them out leaning forward enough for me to see her delightfully spankable
bare bottom peeking out from under the hem.  She pushed her bloomers and
panties down letting them fall to her ankles, and then daintily stepped out
of them, briefly exposing her delectable ass again.  Suddenly, a lot of the
girls around her started breaking away, running off down the path.  I
looked over to see another girl walking across the field towards them.  A
couple of them called out,

   "Megumi!" and I finally recognized her as the girl in her pajamas from
the convenience store the other night.  Mayu hesitated, wondering what to
do.  She was now stuck out in the middle of this field with no underwear
and precious few of her classmates around to guard her.  She finally leaned
over flashing me her ass yet again, and tucked her bloomers away into her
bag.  Just watching her, I was starting to get a very serious hard-on. 
Mayu strolled across the field to where Megumi was, her skirt bouncing up
and down in rhythm as she walked, exposing first her ass and then her pussy
over and over in rapid succession.  None of the other girls seemed to
notice, but I was getting seriously excited.  I'd never seen such a brazen
act in my whole life.  She was now standing not so very far from the path
and the entrance to the building behind them.  I stood watching with bated
breath, wondering if she was going to get spotted by someone walking along
the path.

   Eventually, they all came back, and the circle reformed, but Mayu stood
there for a while longer with her back to me gabbing away with Megumi.  It
was stifling hot, but every time a breeze blew by, her skirt would flutter
up exposing her precious little bottom again.  Mayu was standing with her
legs wide apart slowly rotating her hips as if she was savoring the feeling
of the breeze on her sweet little virgin pussy.  I could almost taste it. I
was dangerously close to coming, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.  She
was truly a wet dream come true.

   Eventually, they were all almost ready, so Mayu rushed into the middle
of the group, bent over again, and dug her panties out.  She turned to face
this way, and lifted up one leg to slide her panty on, giving me a brief
glimpse of her pussy.  Once she'd got the other leg through she stood there
for moment with her panties hanging mid-thigh, and was fiddling with
something up inside her skirt.  Their coach came out, so she quickly pulled
her panties up and not a moment too soon.  He seemed the stern "tough love"
type, and set them to work warming up at once.

   To avoid being seen, I backed up into the woods a bit, and eventually
found a safer vantage point further back out of view.  I liked how they
warmed up, working in pairs, one girl lifting up the other girl's leg as
high as it would go, and holding it there.  They didn't seem to find this
strange at all, but I couldn't help examining their outstretched crotches
as they did this.  Athletic little bodies.

   Their cheerleading routines were pretty impressive too.  They had this
one routine where three girls would throw one of the lighter girls up in
the air, and hold her standing on their shoulder for a few seconds.  When
she came tumbling back down her, skirt would inevitably billow up in the
wind, exposing her panties.  I wondered if Mayu had ever done the same
stunt without her panties.  That would be a sight to see.

   Anyway, before I knew it, they'd finished.  They grabbed their stuff,
and headed off to the showers.  I hung around a while longer, but couldn't
find them again.  I still couldn't get over how brave little Mayu was to
run around the park without her panties.  I guess I was the only one
watching them, but if they did this kind of thing regularly, they'd
probably attract quite an audience.  Maybe that's why they'd come to the
park: to get away from the staring boys on the school's back field.
After that day, I lost track of Mayu again for the next few weeks.  The
whole thing was really getting to me though.  I had to find some way to
talk to her.  I finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and try to
chat with her mother.  I'd seen her around on the street on the way to the
train station a few times, although I doubt she knew we were neighbors.  I

started bowing to her every time we passed on the street, and saying,

   "Konnichi wa.  (Hello)."

   She seemed pretty surprised the first time, but after I'd done it a few
more times, she eventually started greeting me back.  I was always on my
best behavior, trying to be friendly enough to make an impression, but not
so friendly as to arouse suspicion.  Eventually, I bumped into the two of
them, mother and daughter together, in a nearby supermarket.

   "Konnichi wa," I said bowing my head slightly.

   "Konnichi wa," her mom answered back smiling.

   "Dare?  (Who's that?)," Mayu whispered in her mom's ear.  Taking this as
a signal, I introduced myself.

   "Martin Suncrest to moushimasu.  Hajimemashite.  (My name is Martin,
Martin Suncrest.  Nice to meet you)."

   "Sankuresuto-san desu ka?  (Your name is Suncrest?)," her mom replied a
bit uncertainly.

   "Hai, sou desu.  Tonari desu yo ne, watashitachi.  (Yes, that's right.
We're neighbors, aren't we?)" I immediately wondered if that didn't sound
suspicious in itself, but they made no sign.

   "Eeee?  Nihongo jouzu desu ne.  (Oh my.  You speak Japanese so well)."

   People always say this even if they don't mean it.

   "Sono koto nai desu yo.  (No, not at all)," I denied, trying to appear
humble.  "Hon'yaku no shigoto wo shite imasu node, mou chotto jouzu ni
naranai to.  (I'm a translator, so I really should study more)."

   Both of them seem impressed and amused to have found a Japanese-speaking
foreigner.

   "Eigo desu ka.  Amerika no kata?  (English?  Are you American?)"

   "Hai.  (Yes)."

   They looked at each other, obviously making some kind of connection I
couldn't yet guess.

   "Uchi no ko wa ima juken de eigo wo benkyou shite imasu.  Zenzen dame
desu kedo ne.  (My daughter here is studying English for her university
entrance exams.  She's hopeless though)."

   I knew she was just being modest, but it gave me just the opening I'd
been looking for.

   "Oshiemashou ka.  (I could teach her if you'd like)."

   "E?  Hontou desu ka.  Demo isogashii deshou.  (Really?  But you must be
very busy)."

   "Iyee.  Moshi yoroshikereba, yorokonde.  (No, not at all.  If you'd
like, it would be my pleasure)."

   Mayu looked up at me, with wide-eyed curiosity.

   "Ja, onegai shiyou kashira.  (Then maybe we should take you up on your
offer)."

   I gave them my phone number and my email address, urging them not to
hesitate to call.  They both bowed low as they walked off, seemingly a bit
overwhelmed at having talked with a westerner.  Well, anyway, at last, I'd
made contact with the elusive Mayu.

   Maybe a week or so later, I got a phone call from Mr.  Hamada, Mayu's
father.  This made me more than a bit nervous, but he turned out to be more
approachable than I would have guessed.  Their son was going to university
in the States.  This explained the knowing look the mom had given Mayu when
I said I was from the States.  This was doubtless why they were so keen on
having Mayu study English.  Mr.  Hamada invited me to come over to their
house, so we could work out the details.  We arranged a time, and then said
goodbye.  I was so excited.  I could barely believe it - me getting to
teach Mayu.  It was almost to good to be true.  I could hardly wait.

   The day finally came.  I showed up at their door at the appointed time,
and Mr.  Hamada escorted me into their dining room.  He and Mayu sat across
the table from me, but he did all the talking with Mayu just staring down
meekly at the table.  He grilled me on my academic background.  Did I have
any teaching experience?  How much did I charge?  I almost felt like
telling him I'd do it for free, but realized this wouldn't sound right.  I
chose a reasonable sounding figure, and slowly the topic changed to more
relaxing matters.  He asked how I'd come to Japan, and told me about his
son, and his business trips to the U.S., and other places around the world.
He turned out to be quite the globe trotter with pictures and souvenirs of
each of the places he'd been to.  Mayu and her mother had been with him to
the States to see their son, but in general, it seemed they stayed here at
home while he traveled.  So that's why I almost never see him.

   The whole time I was there Mayu didn't say a single word.  I wondered
how she felt about being made to study English with me, but there was no
way to tell.  She avoided my gaze.  Still her mother and father seemed
suitably taken with me.  I could only hope I could make as good impression
on Mayu herself.

   The next weekend, it finally came time for our first lesson.  I knocked,
and both Mr.  and Mrs.  Hamada came to the door to greet me.  They called
Mayu out from her room.  She was dressed very casually, in track pants and
a t-shirt, but looked pretty cute as always.  They invited me into their
dining room for some tea and more chat.  The father loved to talk to
someone who could appreciate his wide knowledge of the world.  Mayu just
sat there shyly sipping her green tea.  I finished my tea.  Mr.  Hamada
seemed to want to talk some more, but Mrs.  Hamada rescued us suggesting
Mayu and I should go off and study.  Mayu stood up, and led me off to her
bedroom.  It was decorated in pinks and frilly curtains, quite feminine and
neat.  She plopped herself down unceremoniously on her bed.

   "Douzo yoroshiku onegai shimasu.  (I'm looking forward to studying with
you.  I hope you'll teach me well)," she said solemnly bowing her head low.

   "Kochira koso.  (No, rather it is I...)"

   These were the standard Japanese pleasantries.  I felt awkward being
treated in such a formal manner, but there was no denying that we were near
complete strangers.  Trying to lighten the mood, I sat down in the only
chair, and tried to shift to a more friendly tone.

   "De gakkou de dou nandai.  Umaku itteiru?  (So how's your schoolwork
going?  Well?)"

   It turned out she was getting good marks in her English class, but she
couldn't really speak at all.  Their class seemed to be all about reading
and translation.

   "Ikita eigo wo benkyou shitai.  (I want to study living English)."

   I nodded, a bit amused by her choice of words.  Living?  In what way?

   "Tatoeba nani?  (For example?)" I asked trying not to smile.

   She dug out her English textbook out, and handed it to me.

   "Tatoeba, nanashou wo mite.  (For example, take a look at Chapter 7),"
she answered.

   I opened the book, and glanced at the heading: parts of the body.  The
whole chapter seemed to be vocabulary complete with diagrams of the various
parts.  I looked over at her a bit surprised that she'd want to start here.
What was she up to?

   "Kyoukasho ni kaite inai bubun mo aru n desu kedo, (There are some parts
not in the text)," she went on calmly.  I raised an eyebrow.  Her door was
still open, so I got up, and closed it.  I wasn't sure where this was
leading, but I certainly didn't want an audience listening in.

   "What parts do you know?" I asked in my best teacherly tone of voice.

   "Nani, nani?  (What?)," she asked, not understanding my English.

   "Ima made donna bubun wo benkyou shita no?  (What parts have you studied
so far?)"

   "Nnn, tatoeba eruboo toka fingaa toka rippusu...(Well, for example,
elbow and fingers and lips...)." As she said this, she pointed to each
place in succession, pausing and looking deep into my eyes as she said
'lips.' I stared back at her for a moment stunned by her forwardness.  She
had such soft feminine looking lips.  I shook my head, realizing that this
might not be the best way to start our lessons.  She was quite the
temptress though obviously.  She lay down on her bed, and innocently looked
over at me.  Her t-shirt clung tightly to her pert little breasts making it
obvious she was not wearing a bra.  Her track pants hung fairly low on her
smooth round hips.

   "Oheso wa eigo de nan te iu ka wakarimasu ka?  (Do you know what a navel
is called in English?)," I asked.

   She lifted up her t-shirt, and showed me her bellybutton.

   "Wakannai.  (I don't know)."

   "Bellybutton."

   "Beribotan," she repeated.  She got out her note book, and lying face
down on her bed, wrote the word down."

   "Abara wa?  (What about ribs?)"

   She tilted back towards me, and lifted up her t-shirt to show me her
ribs as well.  She had a splendidly flat tummy, as you would expect a
cheerleader might.

   "Ribu."

   "Pinpon.  (That's right.)"

   "Hora hora.  Tabemono no ribu aru deshou.  Dakara shitteiru.  (Yeah,
yeah.  They serve ribs in a restaurant.  That's how I know)," she told me
proudly.  I laughed, pleased she seemed to be getting the hang of this.

   "Oppai wa?  (What about 'breasts'?)" I asked hoping she might show those
to me as well.  She thought for a moment, but finally decided not to.  I
taught her "breasts," and she dutifully wrote it down in her notebook.  I
watched her, absolutely fascinated by her every gesture - the way she
batted her eyelashes, and licked her lips before putting all of her
concentration into writing out these seemingly simple words.  I rolled my
chair over closer to the bed, and touched her on the heel of her bare foot.

   "Kakato wa?  (What about 'heel'?)"

   The skin on the soles of her feet was so soft I could hardly believe it.
I taught her 'heel,' and then I slowly went up her leg touching each part
in turn through the material of her track pants: ankle, calf, knee and
thigh, teaching her each one.  She didn't object to my touching her, but
just kept on dutifully writing down each part in her notebook.  I stared
down at her hips.  They seemed much wider than most of the schoolgirls I'd
seen here, but she had the same slender waist.  I could still remember the
shape of her rear from seeing her in the park.  Unable to contain my
curiosity, I reached out, hooked my finger onto her waistband, and pulled
it down exposing her bare behind.

   "Sensei, yada.  Nani shitenno?  (Mr.  Suncrest, ah!  What are you
doing?)"

   I had seen her rear before, but never from so up close.  It looked so
soft, hairless and cushiony.  It would doubtless make for a joyously smooth
ride if I ever made it that far.  She wriggled her ass back and forth
trying to get me to let go.  I could feel my erection growing stronger with
every second.

   "E?  Doushite pantsu wo haiteinai n desu ka?  (How come you're not
wearing panties?)" I asked a bit shocked.

   "Datte ie no naka da mon.  ('Cause I'm at home now)."

   I let go of her waistband, and it snapped back into place.  She quickly
pulled it back up around her waist.

   "Sensei wa ie no naka pantsu haku no?  (Mr.  Suncrest, do you wear
underpants when you're at home?)"

   I heard the question, but it didn't really register.  I was still
marvelling at what a gorgeous rear end she had.

   "Sensei?  Sensei?  Daijoubu desu ka.  (Mr.  Suncrest?  Mr.  Suncrest? 
Are you all right?)"

   Just at that moment, there came a knock at the door.  Mayu and I both
looked over at the door nervously.

   "Ocha demo dou desu ka.  (I thought you might like some more tea)." The
door opened, and it was Mayu's mom carrying a tray with more tea.  How long
had she been standing there?  Had she overheard our conversation?

   To be continued

   Martin Suncrest

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