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 My Girlfriend's Secret Tennis Circle 2 By Paul Lavreau

   The story so far: I'm Paul Lavreau, a senior in cinema studies at a
college in Honolulu.  For the last few months, I've been going out with a
girl named Misayo Ishii.  One day, I was over at her place, and found a
picture of Misayo and three other Japanese girls standing naked on an
outdoor tennis court.  I was really shocked at how my dear sweet innocent
Misa could do something like that.  I couldn't get it out of my mind, and
eventually, I went, and found the court in the picture.  There was no one
playing on it, but I heard some voices, and followed them to find two
Japanese girls lying out naked on the grass.  I went up, and introduced
myself, and they were Misa's friends alright, Nanae and Shiori. 
Embarrassed at being found, they asked if they could get dressed, so I left
them, and went off into the woods.  We went out for donuts, and Nanae asked
if I could drive the four of them to the court next Saturday for their
weekly game.  Naturally, I said "sure."

   On the way home, suddenly it struck me that Misayo might not be so keen
on the idea of my driving them all to their weekly tennis game.  I had been
hoping to get to see them play in the nude, but if that's what they were
planning, I doubted Misayo would agree to let me come along.  It's true
we'd been going out for a few months now, but for some reason, Misayo
always seemed a bit reticent to show me any of her skin.  Every time we'd
been out on a date, she always wore the most conservative clothes: long
sleeve sweatshirts, baggy jeans, or things like that.  I'd been hoping for
a while to take our relationship to the next level, but so far, she'd
always managed to avoid anything like that.

   I got so worried I didn't phone her for a few days.  When I did call,
she hadn't even heard from Nanae and Shiori yet about my agreeing to drive
the four of them all to their game.  That was a relief, but this just
postponed the problem.  I finally decided to go over to Misa's apartment,
and talk to her about it.  When I knocked, she answered the door dressed in
a towel.

   "What's going on?" I asked surprised to see her running around so
scantily clad in the middle of the day.  The towel hung precariously half
way down the slope of her breasts, and was just barely long enough to cover
her pubis.  She looked darned sexy, standing there shivering a bit from the
breeze coming through the open door.  She was obviously naked underneath
the towel.  I swallowed hard, and tried to conceal my mounting erection.

   "Oh, Paul.  I didn't realize you were coming.  Actually, now isn't such
a good time.  I have to take a shower, and then, we have to work on our
assignment some more."

   "Misa, there's something important I want to talk to you about."

   She looked at me, seemingly a bit nervous about her lack of clothing,
and pulled her towel up further to better cover her breasts.  They seemed
larger than I remembered, but maybe it was just because I'd never seen them
so close like this before.  I looked down, and the towel was still floating
dangerously close to where her muff must be.

   "What are you doing?  Are you getting ready to go meet those guys
again?"

   "No, they're already here.  They're out on the patio."

   I peered around the corner, and sure enough there they were sitting out
in the courtyard drinking lemonade.

   "You were out there talking to them dressed like that?" I almost
flipped. Misa's apartment is on the first floor, and so her patio opens out
onto the courtyard and parking lot that everyone comes through on their way
in.  Tons of people must have seen her if she'd been out there.

   "Oh, it's not like that.  Calm down."

   "You and your friends are driving me crazy with all this teasing!" I
shouted unable to control myself.

   "Keep your voice down.  They'll hear you." She paused for a moment, and
then shot me a glance sideways out of the corner of her eye.  "What do you
mean 'my friends'?"

   Woops.  Damn.  I hadn't meant to let that slip out.

   "Oh, uh, yeah, that's just what I was saying.  I met Nanae and Shiori
the other day."

   "What?  When?  Where?"

   "Uh, Sunday, near that tennis court you were talking about at
Diamondhead." I had kind of guessed that she might not react well to this
revelation, but I just sort of blurted it out before I'd thought it
through. She looked absolutely livid with anger.

   "What were you doing out there?  Checking up on me?"

   "No, I wasn't I swear.  Uh...  I just wanted to see you, and..." I
thought of the picture, but managed to keep from mentioning it.  "I was
thinking I might try to learn a bit of tennis."

   She poked her tongue into her cheek, and narrowed her eyes.  She didn't
buy my story for a minute, and worse it looked like she had half guessed
what had happened with Nanae and Shiori.  She finally pushed me back toward
the door.

   "Anyway, I don't have time for this now.  Just go, and I'll call you,
OK?"

   "Oh, c'mon, Misa.  Don't be like that."

   "No, just leave." She waved her hands in the air, and stormed off into
the living room.  I knew she might get upset, but she was reacting even
worse than I feared.  I watched as she went out the glass doors onto the
patio where her two male classmates were sitting.  She was really heated
up, angrily gesturing towards me and shouting, but she was moving around
too much, and suddenly the knot on her towel came undone.  The next thing I
knew there she was standing stark naked in the courtyard, while a whole
gallery of guys in the parking lot looked on.  It was the first time I'd
seen Misa naked, and I rushed over to get a better look.  She had an
absolutely amazing body, even better than in the picture - perky breasts,
curvy hips, and a luscious black bush, her whole body shining in the bright
sunlight.  She had this priceless look on her face, gazing straight at me
open mouthed, obviously not wanting me in particular to see her naked.

   After this whole bevy of guys had got a nice long look at her gorgeous
bod, she finally scooped up her towel, ran back in, and bolted past me to
her room.  The guys in the parking lot and her two classmates were still
standing there gaping unable to believe how lucky they'd been.  I ran back
to see if Misa was OK, but in the back of my mind I wished I'd brought my
video camera.  All these months of silent endurance, and now this.  Too
much!

   Misa lay crumpled on her bed sobbing into her pillow, her towel wrapped
around her.  I sat down on the edge of the bed, but the way she was lying,
her towel didn't quite reach down far enough.  I could see the soft
contours of her cute little ass peeking out from underneath.  She was
angrily babbling something in Japanese that I couldn't understand.  Then
she finally shouted,

   "See what you made me do!"

   "There, there, Misa.  That's OK.  We all know it was just an accident."
I was having trouble keeping from smiling though.  It was obvious she
hadn't meant to drop her towel, but of all the places to do it in, it was
hard to imagine anywhere more completely out in the open.

   "Get out!  Just get out!" She was obviously in no mood to be reasoned
with, but I didn't want to leave.  Pretending to straighten her towel, I
lifted it up further uncovering her naked ass.  God, she's gorgeous.  I
wondered if she staged the whole thing on purpose just to get me turned on.
If so, it was definitely working.  With an effort, I resisted the urge to
touch her.  She pulled the towel up around her, but this just exposed her
ass more.  I was getting pretty darn randy just looking at her, but I
finally stood up so as not to do something I'd regret later.  Maybe she was
trying to get me turned on, but I didn't want to take the chance of
upsetting her if that wasn't the case.

   "OK, I'm leaving, but I'll give you a call later to make sure you're OK,
alright?"

   She didn't answer, and so finally, I left, closing her door behind me. I
didn't want her classmates coming in and spying on her half naked like
that.

   On my way out, I started trying to puzzle this all through, why she'd
gotten so upset.  Unfortunately, my concentration was broken when I passed
a Japanese girl coming in to the building.  I turned around, and did a
double take.  It was hard to tell for sure, but I guessed this girl must be
the fourth nude tennis player from the picture.  She was even wearing a
tennis outfit - a short-sleeved white blouse and matching mini-skirt - and
carrying two rackets in her bag.  I rushed back, and stopped her.

   "Hi, I'm Paul...  Misa's boyfriend.  Are you...?"

   She looked at me, surprised for a minute, but then finally twigged as to
who I was.

   "Oh, you're Paul!  I'm Kaori.  I was just going to go see Misa."

   I was glad she'd heard of me.  Misa must have told all three of them
about me.  As I gazed at her though, this image of her and Misa playing
tennis nude on the court flashed into my mind's eye.  Kaori looked the
youngest of the four - smallish tits, a slender waist, a bit shy looking
perhaps, her hair done up in an elaborate style that made her look quite
attractive.  Her skin was a creamy white, and her complexion flawless. 
What I wouldn't give to see her running around the court naked.  Finally, I
realized that she was staring at me, wondering why I wasn't saying
anything. I snapped out of it.

   "Uh, I hate to spoil your plans, but I think Misa's probably pretty busy
right now.  Two of her classmates are there, and they're supposed to be
working on some kind of project for school."

   "Oh," she said, looking disappointed.

   "Hey, I was just about to go get some lunch.  Why don't you join me, and
maybe after lunch, I could play with you for a bit?  How's that sound?" I
must admit I'm not really so good at talking to girls I don't know, but
somehow, knowing that Kaori had played nude that day, made me overcome my
usual shyness, and ask her out.  She looked a bit taken aback by my offer.

   "Oh you don't have to.  It was just an idea," I said giving her my best
friendly smile.

   "Oh, well, yeah, um, I guess that would be alright," she stammered
somewhat nervously.  She definitely seemed a lot less confident than Misa,
Nanae and Shiori, perhaps younger, and less good at English.  The way she
was reacting also suggested that she might not have a boyfriend.  I felt
like a bit of a heel for asking her out, but I was becoming frustrated with
the aloof way Misa treated me all the time.  Besides it was no big deal. 
It was just lunch for heaven's sake.

   We had to walk a bit to find a good restaurant.  We walked all the way
up to the local shopping mall, and had lunch in their food court.  They
even had a Japanese fast food joint, Japan Express or something like that.
She suggested I try the salmon, and it was a lot better than I'd been
expecting.  I asked her about why she'd decided to come to Hawaii, her
family and what she was studying in school.  She was frightfully shy, and
took a while to answer my questions as she struggled with the English, but
I found her girlish bashfulness attractive - sexy almost.  I even tried out
some Japanese words Misa or someone had taught me, and managed to get her
laughing.  When she laughed, she covered her mouth, but her eyes smiled
away gleefully.  I was enchanted by her gentle feminine charm.

   After lunch, we sat there chatting for a while till I remembered our
plan to play tennis.

   "Oh, you don't have to," she said modestly.  "I was hoping to practice a
bit, but I can always do it another day."

   "No, no, I'd love to.  Let's go." I'd hardly ever played tennis in my
life, but there was no way I was passing up a chance like this.  I really
wanted to know what these four incredible beauties had been up to that day.

   We walked back to Misa's apartment where there is a single outdoor court
next to the outdoor swimming pool that served the building complex
residents.  It wasn't the season yet, so no one was on the court.  We
opened the door, and went in.  Once on the court, Kaori looked like a real
pro in her white tennis outfit.  She pulled on a headband to hold back her
hair and wristbands to strengthen her wrists.  I wasn't exactly dressed for
tennis, but Kaori lent me one of her rackets, and we started to play.  We
were both in a wonderful mood from our long chat at lunch, but every time
she went to serve her skirt billowed way up, and I found my eyes drawn to
her tight little white panties.  If she knew I was staring, she gave no
sign of it.  Perhaps she didn't mind.  Without really meaning to, I started
hitting the ball as hard as I could, trying to get her to run, and flip her
skirt up.  Unfortunately, I didn't know my own strength, and I kept
overshooting the mark, knocking the ball way out.  One time, I hit the ball
so hard it flew over the fence, and got stuck up in a tree.  We both went
out to take a look, but this particular tree had no branches low enough to
grab on to.

   "Sorry, I guess I lost it," I nodded apologizing.  "I'll buy you a new
one."

   "No, no, I'll climb up.  Can you..." She folded her hands into a step to
show that she wanted me to give her a boost.  I folded my hands as she'd
suggested, and she stepped into them, climbed up, and finally got a hold of
a branch.  I looked up to see how she was doing, but I quickly realized I
was staring right up her skirt.  She had on these ultra-clean white cotton
panties, which hugged her cute little ass quite snugly indeed.  She looked
down, and I tried to pretend I hadn't been staring.

   "Can you lift me up a bit more?" she asked.

   I gave her another push, but I was finding it hard not to think about
what was inside her panties.  I wonder what she'd look like without them.
She had such a compact little body, lithe and flexible from all the
exercise she must do.  She finally reached the ball, threw it down, grabbed
one of the sturdiest branches, and hung there seemingly afraid to jump
down. Unable to resist the temptation, I reached up inside her skirt, and
started pulling down her panties.  Luckily for me, she just giggled, and
twisted back and forth a bit trying to make it more difficult for me. 
Still, she didn't let go of the branch.

   "Just like Coach Takezawa," she laughed cheerfully.  This was not the
reaction I'd been expecting, but since she didn't seem to be objecting, I
continued to pull her panties down.

   "Who is Coach Takezawa?" I asked, curious.  Had the lucky bastard
already seen her without her panties?

   "Our tennis coach!" she said giggling as my fingers slid down the sides
of her hips pulling more and more of her ass into view.  I finally got the
waistband over the hump of her buttocks, and my eyes widened as her crack
slid into view.  Her lips were this lovely shade of pink, and under the
dense covering of her black pubic hair I thought I could even make out the
hood that hid her delicate little clitoris.  She'd gone quiet all of a
sudden perhaps frightened or excited at being stripped out in the open like
this.  I was still pretty aroused from Misa's little show that morning, and
probably as a result was feeling much more daring than I usually am.  I
kept on sliding her panties down her thighs, and she started undulating her
hips in and out as if she were trying to get them back.  This was getting
me even more excited watching her athletic young hips wriggling about. 
Hornier than ever, I pulled her panties straight down to her ankles.

   "Kyaa!" she screamed, her high-pitched voice piercing the afternoon
quiet.  She obviously hadn't expected me to actually take them off, but the
sight of her squirming and writhing helplessly had gotten me too excited to
think sense at all.  I quickly untangled her panties from her shoes, and
pulled them right off.  She finally let go of the branch, and her short
skirt billowed up as she fell, revealing the fine contours of her tight
little rear end and a neatly trimmed shock of pitch-black pubic hair.  She
landed, and looked up at me shyly pushing her skirt back down and blushing.
The way she was batting her eyelashes made her look even sexier.

   "'Our tennis coach'?  I thought your tennis coach was Ms.  Maeyama," I
asked, crumpling her still warm panties into a ball in my fist.

   "Uh, can I have those back?  I shouldn't be running around here without
them."

   My cock stiffened even more at this thought, but I still wanted to hear
about this Coach Takezawa.  Was he the one who had talked them into playing
in the nude?

   "Who is this Coach Takezawa anyway?"

   "I won't tell you unless you give me my panties back," Kaori said quite
loudly.  One of the neighbors, a middle aged housewife, must have heard
Kaori, because she came to the glass doors of her patio, and looked out at
us.  I stuffed Kaori's panties into my pocket, and started walking back
towards the court.  I still wanted to find out about this mysterious
lecher-coach, but I was also curious about how Kaori would play without the
benefit of her undies.  If she'd played in the nude, she surely wouldn't
object to playing commando.  She came running after me, looking down at the
path, holding her racket across the front of her skirt to keep it from
billowing up.  I took my position at one end of the court, but she just
stood there at the gate hesitating.

   "What's wrong?  We got the ball back.  Let's play."

   She just glared at me as if to say 'you don't expect me to play like
this, do you?' She motioned for me to come over to the net, and then stood
there as if she was trying to get up the nerve to ask me something.

   "Did you...  I mean, have you...?" Obviously, she wanted to find out if
I knew about their nude escapades, but didn't know how to ask without
giving herself away.  I just cocked my head to the side, and smiled at her,
feigning ignorance.

   "What's wrong?  Don't you want to play anymore?"

   She gave me this peevish look, indicating she'd guessed I did in fact
know.  She looked around nervously at all the apartments surrounding the
court, and at the one with the housewife in particular.  We could still see
her, standing in her big picture window looking out at us.  I nodded for
Kaori to take her place on the other side of the net, and she finally
obeyed.  I was betting that the housewife was just curious, and probably
wouldn't call the police or anything.  Kaori didn't seem so sure, but as I
lobbed a few gentle ones over the net at her, she cautiously hit them back,
being very careful not to ruffle up her skirt.  We hit a few back and forth
without any reaction from our audience, and slowly, Kaori began to relax.

   "Do you want to play a game?" I asked innocently.  She looked over
towards the apartments.  Apparently, the housewife had gotten bored and
gone inside because we couldn't see her anymore.  Kaori looked back at me,
still worried, but I threw her a ball, and told her to serve.  She lobbed
one over the net underhand, and I easily hit it back making her run for it.
She lost the point.  Before she'd pretty consistently been beating me, but
without her panties, she seemed less likely to dive for the hard-to-reach
ones.  As we played on though, she started to get more into the game, and
soon she was letting her skirt bob up, flashing me her gorgeous muff or her
tight little buns.  I was quite enjoying the view, but then, a guy walked
by on the path on the other side of the fence, so we stopped playing until
he had gone.

   Once the coast was clear, I tossed Kaori a couple more balls.  They
bounced past her, and when she bent over to pick them up, her skirt slid up
giving me an excellent view of her cute little behind.  With a body like
that, she must be so hot in bed.  I was starting to feel like doing more
than play tennis, but when I glanced at the apartments, I realized that the
housewife was back...  and her teenage son was standing right next to her!
From the look on his face, he had evidently seen Kaori show me her ass, and
it looked like he might be drooling.  I wasn't quite sure how long they'd
been watching us, but I quickly motioned for Kaori to pack up before anyone
else showed up, and saw her.

   Just behind the court were the change rooms for the swimming pool, so we
headed in there to have a shower, and get cleaned up.  Kaori asked for her
panties back with this sweet pleading look in her eyes, so I reluctantly
handed them back to her.  We went into our separate change rooms.  I
thought that that might be the end of our fun and games for the day, but
while I was showering, Kaori suddenly appeared at the door with a towel
wrapped around her.

   "The girls' shower is broken.  Can I shower here?"

   I covered my schlong with my hand, and just stared at her for moment. 
Surely she wasn't serious.  This was the guys' changing room.  Sure I was
the only one here now, but if any guys came, and found her in here, they'd
flip for sure.

   "Uh, yeah..." I said uncertainly.  She came in, and set her shampoo and
washcloth down by one of the showers on the opposite wall.  It looked like
she was about to take off her towel, but then she looked back at me.

   "Don't look."

   I turned back to face my shower, but I could hear her towel come off,
and could make out her naked form out of the corner of my eye.  No matter
how much I tried to think of other things, I kept glancing over at her
exquisite little body, all lathered up with soap.  She looked positively
edible, more alluring than any woman I'd ever seen.

   Unfortunately, coming from the entrance to the men's change room area,
we heard a group of guys come in.  Kaori looked at me, obviously afraid,
but kept on working up the lather on her glistening white body.  The voices
were obviously coming this way.  Kaori quickly tried to rinse off, but the
guys were already at the door before she could grab her towel.  The three
of them looked at her and then at me, and broke out laughing.

   "The girls' showers are broken," I tried to explain, as Kaori bowed
apologetically, blushing at being seen naked by three complete strangers.
She finally rinsed all the soap off her compact little body, grabbed her
towel, and ran out the door toward the girls' changing room.  The guys just
stood grinning at me, breathing a bit huskily from having seen her.

   "Your girlfriend?" one guy joked.

   "Actually, we just met," I told them realizing how unlikely this must
sound.

   "She live around here?"

   "Nah, our friend does," I told them, remembering my run-in with Misa
that morning.  I quickly finished up my own shower, and went out to meet
Kaori.

   "Sorry," she said bowing her head apologetically.  "I didn't think
anyone would come in."

   "No, no, no problem at all.  Anytime you want to shower with me, just
let me know."

   She hit me on the shoulder playfully.

   "Don't tell Misa alright.  She'd be very upset."

   "No, I don't think I'll mention it.  It'll be just our secret."

   She smiled sweetly, and then took my arm as we walked to the bus stop.

   "You're going to drive us to the game on Saturday, aren't you?" she
asked with this naughty little smile.

   "What?  You were talking with Nanae and Shiori?"

   Her bus came first.  She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and got on.

   "See you Saturday," she called out waving as the bus pulled away.  Well,
doesn't that beat all?  I can't wait for Saturday.

   To be continued

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