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 My Girlfriend's Secret Tennis Circle By Paul Lavreau

   Hi, I'm Paul Lavreau, a senior in cinema studies at a college here in
Honolulu, Hawaii.  The reason I'm writing is I've been going out with this
girl for the last few months, and well, everything was going along fine,
till one day, I found out something about her and her friends that just
blew me away.  You see...  well, just hang on, and I'll tell you the whole
story right from the start.

   First, my girlfriend's name is Misayo, Misayo Ishii, and she's an
exchange student from Japan, studying at another college here in Honolulu.
I met her through a mutual friend, and we've kind of been seeing each other
on and off ever since.  All our friends treat us like we're an item, but
actually both of us have been so busy doing other things, so to be honest,
it hasn't gotten that serious yet.  She's a great gal and quite a looker if
you ask me, and we'd talked enough that I was starting to feel like I knew
her pretty well, but we hadn't taken that last little step.

   One thing is that I always had this image of her as being pretty
conservative in a lot of ways.  Like, we hadn't even held hands or kissed,
and she always wanted to go home pretty early.  Another funny thing is her
parents come to Hawaii to visit pretty regularly, and she hasn't told them
about me.  She says they're pretty strict.  In Japan, apparently she went
to a girl's school, and you can kind of tell because she has this shy
demure ultra-polite manner to her a lot of the time, especially around
strangers.

   That's what shocked me about the whole thing.  It happened one afternoon
when I was over at Misayo's apartment.  She shares an apartment with three
other girls who all go to the same college she does.  This particular day
when I went over, there were these two other guys there talking with her
about some school project while she made something in the kitchen. 
Apparently, these guys live just down the hall from her, and are friends
with her roommates, but I was kind of irritated that they were there
talking to my girlfriend.  I didn't want to be rude or anything, and they
did seem to be in the middle of something, so I just sat down in the living
room, and waited for them to finish.

   I sat there, looking out the window not really paying attention to the
conversation.  Misayo and the two other guys came out of the kitchen, but
they went, and sat over by the window, but they kept on talking about this
project.  Against the wall, they had this bookshelf with a whole bunch of
pictures, trophies and little knick-knacks and stuff.  One of the trophies
was for some kind of tennis championship.  I knew Misayo played tennis, but
we'd never played together.

   I sat down again on the couch, and started looking at some pictures that
were lying there on the table.  Eventually, I came to some shots of Misayo
on vacation with her friends and family.  I absentmindedly flipped through
the pile, while the three of them jabbered on, until I came to this one
picture.  I blinked when I saw it because it was a picture of four young
women standing there naked in front of this fence with some trees behind.
They were all wearing white tennis shoes and socks and carrying tennis
rackets, but other than that they they had nothing on.  Oh, one girl had
wrist bands and a necklace on, and as I looked closer, I realized it was
Misayo!  Shocked, I looked over at the real-life Misayo, still calmly
talking to the other two, and then back at the picture.

   I'd never seen Misayo naked before - as I said we hadn't even kissed yet
- but there she was as naked as the day she was born, standing in just her
shoes on what must have been a tennis court somewhere.  The other girls
looked pretty nervous.  They were all Japanese with lovely smooth pinkish
white skin, little rosey red nipples and stark black pubic hair,.  They
seemed to be giggling and talking amongst themselves rather than looking at
the camera, but Misayo had her arms up holding the racket behind her head,
her whole body proudly on display.  The more I looked at her, the more
excited I got.  She had such an amazing body with this hourglass figure,
perfectly shaped breasts, and this little triangle of pitch black pussy
hair shining in the bright sunlight.  I looked at the other girls, and they
were gorgeous too, blushing shyly or giggling nervously at being naked in
such a place.  They were all quite slim with these perky little tits, curvy
hips, and neatly groomed black bushes.  God, what a picture!  I discreetly
adjusted my pants trying to hide my mounting hard-on.

   I looked back at the real Misayo sitting just a few feet away.  She had
such a cute face and features, but she always dressed so conservatively it
was so hard to tell what her body looked like.  Today too, she was wearing
jeans and a long sleeved blouse, but as I stared at her some more, I
focused in on where her blouse jutted out at the front where her tits must
be.

   "OK, I'll go get it," she said to the other two, and walked around the
corner toward her room.  I got up, and ran after her, my hard-on banging
against my too tight pants, making it hard to walk normally.

   "Misayo!  Misayo!" I adjusted my pants again, and once we'd got around
the corner, I stopped her, and showed her the picture.  "What on earth is
this?"

   She looked up at me a little nervously, and then looked down to compose
her feelings.

   "Oh, that," she said trying to sound nonchalant.  "Those are the girls
in my tennis club."

   I stared at her open-mouthed.

   "OK, OK, I can see that, but what on earth are the four of you doing?"

   She grinned slightly, and then turned, and went into her room.

   "We were playing tennis, silly."

   I was dumbfounded.  The thought of my girlfriend knocking balls around
with three other gorgeous women in the raw was almost more than I could
take.

   "No, no, I mean, where are your uniforms?"

   "We took them off," she said matter of factly, searching through her
bookshelf for whatever it was she'd come to get.

   "I can see that, but for god sakes, why?"

   "OK, it was just for a joke, OK?  It was early Sunday morning, and there
was no one around, so someone suggested we play in the nude for a change.
What's the big deal?"

   "Oh, geez, Misa.  What would have happened if someone saw you?"

   "They would have seen us...  but anyway, no one did, so what are you
getting all upset about?  Didn't you ever do anything just for the fun of
it?  We had a great time."

   This was all just a little more than I could easily comprehend.  My dear
conservative little Misa who rarely ever wore skirts or even short-sleeved
shirts had been prancing around some tennis court in the nude.

   "Where was it?"

   "It's that park we always go to on the other side of Diamondhead. 
You've been there, haven't you?"

   "Are you crazy?  There's tons of people going through there, all the
time."

   "No, it wasn't like that.  There was no one there, I swear.  You're
making such a big deal over nothing."

   I realized that my voice had gotten pretty loud.

   "OK, sorry, you're right.  We'd better keep our voices down, before your
two classmates wonder what we're talking about."

   "Oh, if you mean the picture, they've already seen it."

   "What?" I almost blew a gasket.  These two guys had seen my girlfriend
naked before I even had.

   "C'mon, Paul.  It's no big deal.  Peggy and Meg showed it to them.  They
laughed themselves silly.  It's become like the biggest joke." Peggy and
Meg are two of Misayo's roommates.

   I just didn't know what to say.  She clearly couldn't understand why I
was getting so upset.  Hearing her argue back so calmly, I began to wonder
if I was just overreacting.  Probably more than anything I was frustrated
that I hadn't been around when she'd done it in the first place.  What I
wouldn't give to have been there that day, and see the four of them playing
like that.  I hadn't even met the girls from her tennis club.

   "OK listen, I'm sorry, Misa.  Maybe you're right.  Maybe I am
overreacting." I looked down at the picture, and smiled a little.  " I
guess it is pretty funny." She smiled too, glad I had finally come around.

   "Oh, look at the time.  Aren't you supposed to go meet Mr.  Chin?"

   "His name is Mr.  Kim.  Yeah, I'd almost forgotten about that.  I guess
I'd better get going." I tried to casually slip the photo into my breast
pocket, but Misa caught me, and took it back.

   "Oh no, you don't."

   I laughed.

   "OK well anyway, do you think you could at least hide it somewhere till
we've had time to sit down, and talk about this?"

   "OK, yeah sure.  Everyone's seen it already anyway."

   "What?"

   "Just joking.  I haven't shown it to my parents.  They would really
flip."

   I winced.  She walked me to the door.  I felt so much like kissing her,
but she held her book tightly in front of her almost like she was blocking
me off.  I still couldn't reconcile these two sides to her, the
conservative Misa I knew and the wild fun-loving naked girl in the picture.

   "Are you free on the weekend?" I asked trying to sound casual.

   "I've got to finish this up," she said pointing to the book, "but
anyway, give me a call." I looked deep into her eyes, but she turned away,
and held the door.  God, she's so aggravating.

   That night I had a dream.  Misa and I were at this tennis court about to
play a game.  She introduces me to her parents, and then they sit in the
bleachers.  Then Misa takes off all her clothes, and we play.  I win, and
she volunteers to suck my cock as my reward for winning.  Her parents come
down, and congratulate me while Misa is sucking me off.  Just as I'm about
to come, Misa backs off, and I end up spray loads of semen all over her
cute little face.  Her dad complements me on my 'vigor.' (Don't you ever
have dreams like that?)

   The next few days went by, and between one thing and another, I never
seemed able to catch Misa in.  She had her cell phone switched off too. 
Still the whole thing with the picture was driving me crazy.  Not knowing
quite what else to do, I phoned up the Japanese American Cultural Center,
and asked about their tennis classes.  Apparently, the classes are not run
by the Center itself, but they gave me the name of the instructor, a woman
named Maeyama.  I vaguely remembered Misa mentioning her.  I gave her a
call, and she said her classes were already full, but I was welcome to come
down to watch, and sign up for the next course.  She told me where it was,
and sure enough it was the Diamondhead court Misayo had mentioned.  I
headed down early for the Sunday morning class, but neither Misayo nor any
of the other girls from the picture were there.  I asked Ms.  Maeyama about
Misayo, and she kind of gave me a funny look.  Apparently, the group of
them had their class on another day, though she wouldn't tell me when. 
This made me all the more suspicious.  What?  Do they play naked every week
for heaven's sake?  The thought got me all riled up again.  I said goodbye,
and headed home.

   The next Sunday morning, I found myself back at the tennis court near
Diamondhead.  Unfortunately, at first, there didn't seem to be anyone
there. I was just about to go home when I heard some voices coming from the
woods next to the courts.  The trees were pretty close together, so I
couldn't see far, but it sounded like there was some people in the forest
there.  I pushed my way through the bush, and eventually came to a small
clearing.

   I squinted to see, and then reeled back stunned when I saw two beautiful
young women lying there sunning themselves...  in the nude!  They were
calmly lying on their fronts with the heads down, their delicious little
rear-ends sticking up invitingly.  They had long black hair, and I suddenly
realized that it must be two of the girls from the picture I had seen.  Who
else would dare sunbathe here in the nude?

   I wasn't sure what to do.  I really wanted to get a closer look, but I
worried that if I walked over, I might alarm them.  Before I could decide
though, they spotted me, and quickly pulled out their towels to cover up,
chattering away anxiously and looking a bit frightened.  Undeterred, I
stepped out of the woods, and walked over.

   "Hey, you girls are Misa's teammates from the tennis club, aren't you?"

   "How do you know that?" the one lying further away snapped,
suspiciously. She had turned to face me, with one hand holding her towel
together in front of her tits, the other pushing the towel down flat over
her pussy.  The other girl was still lying on her front with the towel now
draped over her cute little ass.  They looked incredibly sexy with their
delicate white skin wet with lotion glistening in the sunlight.  Despite
their frightened grimaces, you could tell they were both quite cute, like
young actresses or models.  Misa was cute too of course, but the way they
were blushing and scrambling to cover their athletic little bodies was
quite a turn on.

   "I'm Misa's boyfriend, Paul Lavreau."

   They looked at each other, and then broke out laughing.

   "So you're Paul!"

   "Yep, Misa showed me the picture of the four of you on the tennis court
over there."

   They glanced at each other, clearly wondering if I was talking about the
picture of them standing there in the nude.

   "But I'm afraid she didn't tell me your names."

   The far one turned away from me, and reached into her bag.  Peeking out
from under the towel, I could just see the line of her cute little rear. 
She had the most perfect body.  If she would just turn a little more...

   "I'm Shiori, and this is Nanae," she said pulling a pair of white cotton
panties out of her bag.  "Listen, do you think you could give us a chance
to get dressed?  It's a bit embarrassing talking to you like this."

   "I don't mind."

   They looked at me surprised, then giggled again.

   "Yeah, well, maybe you don't, but I think Misa would.  We don't want her
to think we're trying to steal her boyfriend away from her." The way she
said this with this ambiguous look on her face, her lying there naked, her
legs spread apart and her towel perched precariously over her open pussy, I
couldn't help wondering if this was a challenge or an invitation.  Nanae
was gathering her long black hair into a pony tail and glancing at me out
of the corner of her eye.  I wouldn't mind sleeping with either of them or
even better, both at the same time, but anyway, maybe I'd better cool out,
and just see what develops.

   "OK.  I'll uh...  wait for you over by the tennis courts."

   "Thanks, that'd be great."

   I walked away slowly, and glanced back at them, but they remained
covered up waiting for me to get out of sight.  I headed off through the
woods, but then circled round, and hid behind a bush to spy on them.  They
kept staring off the way I had gone until they felt sure I was out of
range. Despite their bravery at sunbathing nude in the first place, they
were clearly very worried about the possibility of being seen.  Shiori's
gaze scanned the woods where I was hiding as she skillfully slid on her
panties without exposing her sexy little bush.  Nanae was watching the far
side, as she felt around in her bag for her own clothes.  I thought for
sure Shiori would spot me, but I kneeled there as still as I could until
finally she seemed confident that no one was there.  The shirt I was
wearing was green, so it must have blended in with the leaves.

   Nanae got up on all fours, and her towel fell off onto the ground giving
me a clear view of her cute little upturned ass.  Her legs were spread
seductively to the point where I could almost taste her juicy little pussy.
She suddenly realized that this was not the most lady-like pose, sat back
down, and pulled her towel back across her front.  She pulled a tube top
out of her bag, and holding her towel in her mouth, pulled it on.  She then
pulled on her panties as well, and a pair of hiphugger jeans.  She stood
up, and I enjoyed watching her wiggling around trying to get the tight
jeans done up, but then I realized they'd soon be heading this way, so I
beat a hasty retreat to the tennis courts.  I couldn't stop smiling to
myself over my wondrous luck in finding them.

   They showed up soon, smiling shyly and looking almost as ravishing
clothed as they had nude.  Shiori had on a light blue shoulderless sun
dress.  Nanae had pulled on a blouse over her tube top, but she left the
buttons undone, so I could still see her cleavage and her bare hipbones
above her low rise jeans.  If the jeans were any lower, I'd be able to see
her pubic hair for sure.  She didn't seem to mind my staring, although it
was hard to tell for sure, because they both had sun glasses on.  They
looked like young starlets hiding from their fans.  We found a donut shop
not too far away, went in and sat down.

   "Do you have a car, Paul?" Nanae asked innocently as she took off her
blouse, and folded it over her bag.  Her tits stuck out quite noticeably in
the tube top, looking much larger than in the picture.

   "Um, no...  but my dad lets me borrow his if he's not using it."

   She brightened up at this news, and leaned forward giving me a view of
even more of her cleavage.

   "We need someone to drive us here for our tennis games."

   I swallowed hard, picturing them playing in the nude again.

   "Oh, I could do that.  No problem.  When do you play next?" I could
hardly hide my excitement.  Who wouldn't want to drive four hot young
Japanese girls just about anywhere they wanted to go?

   "How about next Saturday early in the morning?"

   "Sure, shouldn't be a problem."

   We chatted a bit more about what they were studying at school and how
they liked living in Hawaii.  I kept wanting to ask them about the picture
or why they'd been sunbathing nude in the woods there, but they both looked
at me with these wide innocent eyes, so I decided not to.  There'd be time
enough for these things later.

   We finished up our drinks, and then they had to go.  We rode the same
bus back into town, and then said goodbye, and got off.  Things were
definitely looking up for yours truly.

   To be continued

   Paul Lavreau You can find my stories at Don Gordon's web page:
/~DonGordon/ Or his ftp site:
/files/Authors/DonGordon