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 The Girl Next Door 3: Lessons in Love 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, a beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really intending to, I have
discovered a secret about the shy young Mayu: she is a bit of an
exhibitionist.  I caught her a couple of times, flitting around her yard,
at a convenience store, in a park doing cheerleading practice, sometimes
without the benefit of panties.  I have to admit I have become somewhat
obsessed with her lately.  Eventually, I finally got up the nerve to
approach her and her mother at a grocery store, and offer to teach her
English.  Today is my first day on the job.  In her room, teaching her
about the parts of the body, I got a bit carried away, and pulled open her
track pants to take a peek at her cute little rear.  Before I could
apologize, her mother showed up bringing some tea.

   Both Mayu and I stared over at her mother, spooked at how she'd popped
out of nowhere like that almost as if she knew I was up to something.  Well
I hadn't done anything wrong really.  For one thing, I'd expected her to be
wearing underwear of some kind under her track pants, and even if I had
seen her dainty little derriere, this wasn't the first time.  I'd even made
a videotape of her gallivanting around their yard bottomless in full view
of the street.  Not that I was about to tell them about the videotape, mind
you.  It was just that she had started it, this little game of hide and
seek.

   Mayu sat up as soon as her mother came in, and looked down, letting her
hair fall over her face.  She was obviously very unnerved by the whole
thing, not so much at my having seen her ass, as that her mom had almost
found us out.  Every time her parents were around, she seemed to clam up
tight.  There's an old saying like that, isn't there?  "Children should be
seen and not heard."

   "Ara?  Darashinai ne.  (Oh dear.  You look such a mess)," Mayu's mom
chided her.  "Chanto shita kakkou ni kigaereba.  (Why don't you change into
something more respectable?)"

   "A, hai.  (Yes ma'am)," Mayu said bowing low, and then jumping up to
obey.  Mayu looked fine to me.  A lot of American kids dressed in sweats
and t-shirts, and I certainly wasn't offended, but anyway, Mayu's mom
seemed concerned about what kind of impression Mayu was making.  She
needn't be.  I'd been obsessed with Mayu for weeks now.

   "Mayu no dekiguai wa dou desu ka.  (How's Mayu's English?)," her mom
asked me, while Mayu rooted around in her dresser for some suitable
clothes. She bent way over to open the bottom drawer, and I found myself
staring at her precious little ass again.  Even covered, it still looked
mighty fine to me stuck up in the air like that.  "Sensei?  (Mr. 
Suncrest?)"

   "A.  Hai.  A, jouzu, jouzu, jouzu desu yo.  (Oh, yes.  It's good, quite
good)."

   Having found her school uniform, Mayu turned her back to us, reached
down, and grabbing the hem of her t-shirt at the sides, started pulling it
up her back.  Her mom noticed my eyes widening, and turned to see Mayu
taking off her t-shirt right there in front of us.  She'd got it half way
up her back, when her mom cried out,

   "Mayu!" to get her to stop.

   "A, gomen, (Sorry)," Mayu blushed.  She grabbed her skirt and blouse,
and ran off to the bathroom across the hall.

   "Ano ko wa ne, tennenboke no tokoro ga aru kara, ki wo tsukenai to. 
(That girl can be a bit ditzy sometimes.  If we're not careful...)." Mayu's
mom started telling me all about their misadventures during their trip to
the States.  Most of these seemed to be related to their inability to
understand English, but I also wondered if Mayu hadn't got up to some other
mischief while she was over there.

   Across the hallway, I noticed the bathroom door open a crack, and Mayu
peeked out.

   "Chotto shawaa abite ii?  (Can I have a quick shower?)"

   "Hai, hai.  Demo hayaku shite choudai.  Sensei wa matte iru kara ne. 
(Yes, but hurry up, all right?  You don't want to keep Mr.  Suncrest
waiting)," her mother shouted back.  She turned back to me, and continued
with her story.  Mayu hadn't quite shut the bathroom door, and it slowly
swung further and further open.  She finally realized, and came running
back, very embarrassed and very naked.  Her mom noticed me staring, and
turned, but by then, Mayu had already shut the door.  "Nanika?  (Is there
something wrong?)"

   "Iye.  Douzo.  (No.  Please go on)." I couldn't get over what a little
gem Mayu was.  Even assuming that she hadn't left the door open on purpose,
it was still a treat to see her running around naked with her mom right
here.  I sat back down trying to hide my erection.  Mayu's mom continued to
talk until her husband appeared at the door.

   "Mayu wa?  (Where's Mayu?)"

   "Ima shawaa.  (She's in the shower)."

   He smiled, and grabbed the opportunity to regale me with some more of
his stories of his travels around the world.  Eventually, Mayu emerged from
the bathroom dressed in the white blouse and navy mini-skirt of her school
uniform.  Instead of coming in, she stayed out in the hall peering over
nervously at us.  As I looked closer, I realized she was blushing and
holding her skirt steady with her hands.  I'll be darned.  She mustn't have
taken any underwear with her into the shower.  She stood there trembling
slightly for quite some time, until her mom finally interrupted her father,

   "A!  Benkyou no tsuzuki?  Ojama shimashita.  (Oh, I guess you'd better
get back to studying.  Sorry to have disturbed you)." They finally left
patting Mayu on the shoulder as they passed her in the hall.  I guess they
must have thought she was nervous about having to speak English with me,
but I knew better.  She peered in for another minute, and then finally came
in, and made a beeline straight for her dresser.  I got up, made sure her
parents were gone, and then closed the door.  She'd gotten out a pair of
panties, and obviously wanted to go back to the bathroom to put them on. 
I, however, had other ideas.

   "Jaa, sakki no tsuzuki wo shiyou.  Oshiri wa eigo de nante iu no?  (OK,
let's continue what we started there.  What do you call your fanny in
English?)"

   "Wakannai.  Chotto otearai ikashite.  (I don't know.  Can I just go back
to the bathroom for a sec?)."

   "Doushite?  Ima soko kara kita bakari ja nai.  (Why?  You just came from
the bathroom)."

   "Datte...  (But...)," she said holding up the panties for me to see. 
She finally realized what was she was doing, and hid them behind her back,
embarrassed even more.

   "Datte nani?  (But what?)"

   "Mada kigae owatte inai no.  (I'm not finished changing)."

   "Iya, datte seifuku kite iru jan.  (But you're already in your
uniform)."

   "Kutsushita haitte inai shi.  (But I'm not wearing socks and...)."

   "Koko de kireba ii jan.  Tonikaku ressun no jikan naku naru kara, saki
ni susumou.  'Oshiri' wa nante iu.  (You could put them on here.  Anyway,
we're running out of time for the lesson, so let's move on.  How do you say
'buttocks'?)"

   "Wakannai to yutte iru deshou.  (I told you I don't know)." She turned
her back to me facing her desk.  I'm sure this wasn't an invitation, but I
couldn't help myself.  I reached down, and pulled up her skirt to take
another look at her precious little buns.

   "Iya, minai de.  (Don't look)," she whispered softly.  We were both
worried that her mom might come storming back in, but I was fascinated by
her gorgeous curves and their squeezable cushiony softness.

   "Kotaetara, oroshite yaru.  (I'll let your skirt down if you answer my
question)."

   She grabbed her Japanese-English dictionary, and quickly looked up
"shiri."

   "Za hippusu, za bakkusaido, za battokkusu (The hips, the backside, the
buttocks)," she read out.

   "Pinpon.  (That's right)," I agreed finally letting her skirt back down.
I still wasn't done though.  I put my hands on her shoulders, and got her
to turn around, and face me.

   "Nani, nani.  (What are you doing?)"

   I looked down at her blouse, searching for the buttons, but there didn't
seem to be any.

   "Seerafuku wo dou yatte tsukeru no?  Botan ga nai ja nai?  (How do you
do up your blouse?  There doesn't seem to be any buttons)."

   "Yada!  Nani itte iru n desu ka.  (Oooo!  What do you want to know that
for?)"

   "Iya, chikubi ni tsuite kikou ka to.  (I was going to ask you how to say
'nipple'?)."

   "Yada!  Atashi no minakute ii deshou.  (Ha!  You don't have to take a
look at mine for that)."

   I peered over at the side of her blouse, found a zipper running up, and
reached over to unzip it.  She pulled away, and when I went after her, we
collided, and she fell back onto her bed.  She looked up at me, and broke
out laughing.

   "Sensei, hen na koto wo kangaeru ne.  (You sure have a strange way of
teaching)."

   I lay down on top of her, rubbing my schlong into her outspread pussy.
Our faces were just inches from each other, and I started to flex my hips,
slowly humping her through my clothes.  She gave me this naughty look, but
then tried to back away.

   "Sensei oshiete kurenai no.  (Well, aren't you going to teach me?)"

   "Nani?  (What?)"

   "Chikubi wa nante iu ka.  (How to say nipples in English)."

   "Mishite kurenai to oshienai.  (Not unless you show them to me)."

   "Dattara ii desu.  (Then I don't want to know)," she made her cute
little lips into this mock pout that made me want to kiss her.  I got up
off her, and moved down till my face was just above her skirt.

   "Kokorahen wa tango ippai aru.  (There are all kinds of words to
describe this region)," I grinned.  She shook her head for me to stop, but
I just couldn't resist.  I flipped her skirt up, and gazed down in delight
at her gorgeious little pussy.  I was sitting in between her legs, so she
couldn't close them.  She tried to flip her skirt back down, but I grabbed
it, and held it up around her tummy.

   "Kore wa?  (What about this part?)" I asked running my fingers through
her soft black pubic hair.

   "Shiranai!  (I don't know)," she squealed, her breath was coming faster
now.  I ran my finger gently along her delicate pussy lips.

   "Kore wa?  (What about here?)"

   She tensed, and shuddered, fighting back an orgasm perhaps.  I dabbed
some of her love juice onto my fingers, and held up my hand to her face to
show her how wet she was getting.

   "Kore wa?  (What about this?)"

   She shook her head, quivering more than ever.

   "Mou hitotsu daiji na tokoro ga aru.  (There's one more really important
part)." I slid my fingers along the mouth of her slit, wetting them and
probing for her hood.  Her lips were a most beautiful and vivid pink.  It
took a moment to coax her clitoris out of its hiding place, but she was
obviously quite turned on.  I lovingly stroked it to life, fascinated as
she struggled to pull away, spreading her legs even wider.  As I found the
right spot, she started squealing, getting gradually louder till she was
literally screaming.

   I tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late.  Her parents would be
here any second.  I pulled down her skirt, grabbed her panties off her
desk, and slid her bare feet into them.  She scrambled to sit up, pulled
her panties up, and shifted to the chair.  By the time her mom got there,
she was sitting facing her desk staring down in shock at her open notebook.

   "Dou shita no?  (What's wrong?)," her mom asked as she opened the door.

   "A, gomen.  Mushi datta.  (Oh, sorry.  It was just a bug)," Mayu said
pointing to the window.  Her mom still seemed concerned, but eventually,
she left us alone again.

   "Gomen.  (Sorry)," I apologized, regretting rushing into things, but
thankful for her quick thinking.  That would have been hard to explain if
her mom had burst in on us, with me stroking Mayu's erect little clit.  I
guess I should have known that Mayu might react, but I hadn't expected her
to scream so loudly.

   "Datte sensei ikinari sawatte kuru nda mon.  Aa, bikkuri shita.  (All of
a sudden, you just started touching me, and I didn't know what was
happening.  I was so surprised)."

   "Gomen.  (Sorry)."

   "Koko wa atashi no uchi dakara, sou iu koto wo shinai de kureru?  (This
is my house, so could you not do those things here?)"

   "Hai, wakarimashita.  Hansei shite imasu.  (Yes, I understand.  I swear
I'll be on my best behavior from here on in)."

   "Aa, bikkuri shita.  (I was so surprised)."

   I was feeling a bit dazed too.  I don't know what came over me.  It was
all the tension building up over the last few weeks.  Seeing her outside,
and naked over by the shower, and her coming in with no panties on.  It had
got me so riled up I didn't know what I was doing anymore.  I'd honestly
forgotten we were in her house with her parents right downstairs.  Anyway,
we both breathed in deeply trying to calm down.  Finally, she spoke.

   "De sakki no tango wa nan deshita kke?  (Now what were those words
again?)," she asked turning to the appropriate page in her notebook.  One
by one, I taught her how to spell "buttocks," "nipple," "vagina," "pubic
hair," "lubrication" and "clitoris," and she carefully wrote each word down
with the appropriate translation.  She wasn't too sure about the meaning of
"clitoris," but I explained that that was what probably set her off
screaming.  She wrote down the Japanese character for "mame" as the
translation, literally "bean." Could that be what she called it?  I was
learning something here too.

   Finally, we both managed to settle down enough that we could go through
some more mundane items: internal organs, the differences between "back"
and "hips," or "lap" and "legs." Before I knew it, our time was up.  She
stood up, and thanked me for the lesson bowing low.  I was surprised by her
formality, and still pretty excited from having touched her, but I bowed
back.  There'd be time enough for fun and games later.

   We went back downstairs, and her mom came out, and thanked me too.  She
discreetly slipped me an envelope with my pay in it.  Mr.  Hamada came to
the door to see me off, and I bowed them all farewell.  Mayu came out with
me to the street, and waved goodbye as I walked away.  I felt a little bit
bad about almost getting her in trouble like that, but I felt exhilarated,
absolutely ecstatic to have finally made contact.  If anything, I was more
fascinated with her than ever.  What a girl!

   I went back up to my room, and just lay there on my bed, running over
the events of the "lesson" in my mind.  I could much better understand now
why she did what she did; she was looking for an escape.  She always had to
play the good girl around her family, and the tension must be building up -
typical teenage rebellion against the strict rules of her parents, but what
a way to rebel!

   One thing I couldn't get though was how she could be so forward with me.
Sure I'd seen her around our neighborhood, a few dozen times, but I'd never
thought she was paying much attention to me.  Surely, she doesn't act like
that around every guy.  I still couldn't figure out why, but whatever the
reason, I was grateful.  I was in heaven.

   That night I saw her come to the back door, and look up at my apartment.
I still didn't think she could see me looking out down at her, but how did
she know this was where I lived?  Had her little teasing shows been for my
benefit all along?

   First thing Monday morning, I waited for Mayu out by the main road, a
little way from her house.  I was a bit worried her mother might come out
with her, but then maybe I could just make out that I was coming back from
somewhere.  Luckily, Mayu came out alone.

   "Ohayo.  (Good morning)," she called, her face brightening when she saw
me.  "Odekake desu ka.  (Are you going out?)"

   "Un, kaisha no hou e.  (Yes, to work)." I didn't really have to go to
work, but it made a good excuse to go with Mayu on the train as she headed
off to school.

   "Kono aida wa doumo.  (Thanks for the other day)," she smiled shyly.

   "Iye.  (You're welcome)."

   For some reason, it seemed like she wasn't nearly as embarrassed by the
whole thing as I was.  I guess she hadn't done anything she felt
embarrassed about.  I was feeling a tinge of regret for playing with her
pussy like that.  She was a pretty cheerful girl, and didn't seem worried
in the least.

   As we approached the next intersection, I caught sight of Mayu's friend,
Megumi standing at the corner obviously waiting for Mayu.  She waved, and
smiled, and then looked over at me curious.

   "A, ima battari atta.  Atarashii katei kyoushi, Sankuresuto-san desu. 
(Oh, I just bumped into him now.  This is my new tutor, Mr.  Suncrest)."

   "Iya, Machin de ii yo.  (Please call me Martin)."

   "Machin?  (Martin?)" Megumi queried, tilting her head to the side in the
cutest way, looking puzzled.  She was a real beauty too, with dark mascara
around her eyes that made her look a bit like a cat.  She had the cutest
little lips and expressions.  I'd grown quite fond of Mayu, but Megumi
might give her a run for her money, at least in the looks department.

   As we walked along, Mayu explained how we'd met, and how I'd started
teaching her.  Naturally, she left out the details of what we'd "studied."
Megumi, brightened, burbling,

   "Atashi mo onegai shiyou kana.  Eigo zenzen dame desu yo.  (Maybe I
should get you to tutor me too.  I'm hopeless at English)."

   Mayu frowned for a second, and then quickly recovered.

   "Iya, sore yori sa, atashitachi no bodigaado to iu no wa dou yo?  (No,
instead of that, what about getting him to be our bodyguard?)"

   Obviously, Mayu wasn't too keen on the idea of me teaching the parts of
the body to Megumi.  I wouldn't have minded, but Mayu clearly had other
plans.

   "Bodiigaado?  (Bodyguard?)" I asked not quite sure what she had in mind.
Megumi looked me up and down, a naughty gleam in her dark little eyes.

   "Iya, tatoeba densha no naka toka.  (I mean in the train and stuff)."
Mayu turned her face down, but looked up at me shyly through her bangs. 
"Dame?  (Would you do that for us?)"

   She looked so cute I agreed straight off.

   "Ii yo, mochiron.  (Sure.  Of course)."

   "A, yokatta!  (Oh, that's wonderful)," her eyes narrowed as she flashed
me the cutest smile.

   "Sou sou sou.  Chikan ga yoku sawatte kuru no.  Yada ne.  (Yeah, that's
right.  Gropers come up, and touch us.  It's horrible)."

   I looked down at the shining pink flesh of their bare legs and arms and
the way their pleated skirts hovered in the air not quite long enough to
cover their panties as they bounced along.  I could easily understand the
temptation to reach out, and touch them.  They looked so appealing it would
be hard to resist.

   We finally got to the station, and walked down the stairs to the ticket
gate.  There were quite a few other schoolgirls there, but they had on
uniforms slightly different from Mayu's and Megumi's, so they must go to a
different school.  We bought our tickets, and went in.  I held back a bit,
and let them go up the stairs first, trying to look innocent as I stared up
their too short skirts.  They were both wearing white cotton panties that
hugged their cute little rear ends, showing them off to nice advantage. 
They didn't seem overly concerned that I and the other guys standing next
to me could see up their skirts.  Mayu turned, and motioned for me to hurry
up, so I ran up the stairs after them.

   The train pulled up, and it was already almost packed to overflowing. 
No one gets off at our stop in the mornings, so you have to sort of push
your way on, or get left behind.  I stayed behind the girls guarding them
as best I could.  We only made it as far as the middle of the car.  It was
better to be by the doors, so you weren't so surrounded by people.  Mayu
and Megumi turned around to face me, so we could continue talking, but Megu
in particular was standing awfully close to me, falling against me the
first time the train rounded a curve.  She looked really embarrassed as I
tried to help her back up.  She'd gotten one of her thighs stuck between
mine, and was pressing her breasts against my stomach.  Mayu was right
behind her, and Megu was sort of sandwiched between us.  The sweet fresh
smell that Megu was giving off wasn't making it any easier to ignore her.

   I lifted her, so she was standing back up straight again, but her
breasts kept brushing against my stomach.  I had to adjust my crotch as my
cock started to come alive.  The train lurched again, and now Megu had her
tummy firmly pressed against my stiffening cock.  The train came to a stop,
and a few people got off, but Megu held onto me tight as if she were
frightened to let go.

   We rode the wave as even more people got on.  Mayu had a hold of Megu's
arm, and was trying to pull her off of me, but there were just too many
people.  There was no room to move.  Megu looked down blushing intensely,
embarrassed to have her soft little breasts pressed up against me and
feeling my growing cock on her tummy twitching from the stimulation.

   Trying to give her some room, I tilted my body somewhat, but I lost my
balance, and stumbled forward, accidentally burying my thigh deep between
hers brushing against her soft pussy.

   To be continued

   Martin Suncrest

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